Good Morning

TITLE: A Good Morning

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Angel

SHIP: Wesley / Fred

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Five

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. And, on another note: Thanks to all the people who have given reviews and feedback.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za

Wesley's Apartment, morning.

Wesley's eyes flutter open and he finds himself alone in bed, but the other side of the bed is still warm to the touch. He can still smell her on the pillow. He smiles as he hears the sound of her humming drifting in through the open door and the smell of things frying is mouthwatering. He looks at the bedside clock. It's eight o'clock and he groans. It's also Saturday morning.

He smiles again. She's singing now. She's actually quite good and with a sigh he throws aside the covers and gets up. He stretches and yawns before searching for his spectacles and putting them on. He doesn't leave the room, instead he leans against the doorframe, folds his arms and watches.

Winifred Berkle is beautiful and she's dancing about in his kitchen as she fixes her, breakfast. Their breakfast if the amount is anything to go by, but with Fred, you didn't always know. He'd seen her demolish a stack of pancakes with the same gusto as Spike tackles a fight and then ask for seconds. She doesn't know his up as well and is free and uninhibited in her movements. Her wealth of chocolate tresses are wild with sleep, but it just adds to her cuteness. She's wearing the silk robe he had brought her from Japan. The white patterned silk clings to her revealing her lithe, feminine form to his eyes and it's short, showing off her smooth, well-toned legs..

He remembers the day he gave it to her. She'd sprung into his arms, laughing with exuberant glee and planted kisses all over his face, before capturing his lips in one of her breathtakingly intense kisses. He'd enjoyed her spirited attentions, but he would have enjoyed it more if they hadn't been in Wolfram and Hart's reception area.

His dick stirred in his sleep shorts and he starts to calculate the odds of getting her to stop what she's doing and go back to bed with him. She's gone back to humming again. Her back is to him as she starts to whisk eggs for scrambles or omelettes. He can smell bacon and sausage. She'd never let him waste the food, now, so he pushes off from the doorframe and pads over to her.

He wraps his arms around her waist, under her arms. She leans back against him and the silk of the robe and her hair feels good against his chest. He kisses the top of her head. "Good morning." He greets her and she arches her head way back and he leans down to kiss her. "Hmmmm. Good morning to you too." She replies when they break the kiss.

"What do we have here?" he asks nodding at the stove. "Just a little breakfast, but more importantly what do we have here?" she replied pressing her cute little butt back against his crotch and the bulge of his growing erection. "Nothing little, I'm afraid." He replies playfully pressing against her butt. "Hmmmm. I can feel that." She said and slowly rubbed herself from side to side against him.

He let one hand slide down to cup her crotch, letting his fingers rub up and down, while he skimmed the other hand over the slight ridges and valleys of her ribs to cup and squeeze her breast through the silk. She sighed softly at his ministrations. "Damn." He thought to himself, she wasn't wearing anything under the robe. He wondered if she felt his dick surge against her ass as she continued to rock back and forth and they teased each other for a few minutes.

"We could just go back to bed, you know." He suggested keeping his voice low and husky, deliberately tweaking her nipple. He expected her to argue. But, instead she took his hand, guided it between the opening of the front of her robe and onto her bare sex which he found wet and open as she released his hand to explore her. "Bedroom too far." She almost whined as she reached behind her and fondled his ass firmly.

"Gods he loved her. She was always seemed to surprise him." He thought and then suggested right into her ear: "I believe the kitchen table is oak and should be pretty sturdy. What do you think?" before running his tongue along the shell of her ear and then kissing her neck. She purred and leaned her neck to the side, pressing he skin against his lips. "Let's find out." She replied her voice sultry.

The next few minutes are a whirlwind of activity as she turns in his arms and he sweeps her off he feet, raising her face to his so that they can kiss hungrily. She wraps her legs around him, above his hips and locks her ankles behind his buttocks while curling her arms around his neck. He braces one arm under her pert little bottom and wraps the other around the small of her back, gripping her hip with his hand. They find their balance and concentrate more on their kissing.

He can taste strawberry and butter on her lips and in her mouth as their tongues duel. She's grinding against him and he can clearly feel the hard points of her nipples pressing through the silk of her robe and into his chest as fiery hot little points. He turns and walks them over to the table, lowering her butt to its edge. With, a sweep of his arm he knocks what ever was on the table away clearing it. They both jump a little as several plates hit the floor noisily and break.

"Well, now." She says, her voice low, smoky and sultry. "We needed new ones anyway." He adds and they chuckle. He takes his hands from around his neck and uses his hold on them to slowly lower her back onto the table. When he lets them go she trails her fingernails across his chest in abstract patterns. He thinks they're abstract, but knowing Fred they could be complex equations. It doesn't matter. They leave echoes of heat and pressure that make his nerves spark and fuel his desire for her.

He undoes the belt of her robe and throws it open, revealing her lithe, pale, toned form. He puts her hands on either side of her ribcage, lightly squeezing the soft flesh covering them. He moves his hands lower, repeating the process, testing her muscles and flesh, making her sigh and roll her head slowly from side to side as he transfers the heat from his hands into her body. He feels her stomach shudder under his hands before he slides them lower to her hips. Her legs are rubbing up and down along the outside of his thighs and the backs of her ankle along the back of them. He leans forward and kisses her navel. He opens his mouth wider and sucks his lips against the skin around her bellybutton before dipping his tongue lightly into it.

He can feel her fingers weaving into his hair and when he casts his eyes up her body he can see her smiling over the top of her pert breasts. He lets his lips and tongue drift lower and he again sucks and licks just above the small triangle of soft, brown curls she maintains.

He disengages her legs from around him. He guides one of her legs until its extended straight up along his chest. He caresses it's smooth, curved length, watching her enjoyment of his touch. He collects the other one and then kneels, draping her legs over his shoulders. She laughed and wriggles as he runs the back of his hands along the inside of her thighs and then presses his lips to her pale skin and blows, vibrating them against her, tickling her.

Her laughter ends abruptly and is replaced by a quietly gasped "Oh!" as his lips leave the inside of her thighs and finds her slippery, wet sex. He feels her fingers tighten in his hair and find his scalp as he runs his tongue up and down the length of her slit. He teases her, keeping his lips and tongue on and around her sex, but staying just clear of her unhooded clit.

He'd loved her taste from the first moment she'd given him access to it. She tastes like a goddess and smells like heaven as he collects her sweet nectar from between her wet, swollen folds onto his tongue before swallowing it down with relish. He knows he may have teased her for too long when her nails dig into his scalp a little forcibly and she makes an angry sound of dissatisfaction.

He relents and sucks her little pearl into his mouth. "Oh fuck!" he hears her swear just before her thighs clamp down on his ears. He nurses gently on her sensitive bundle of nerves until her legs relax and the vice-like grip of her thighs subsides. It amuses him that the only time she uses real profanity is during sex. It also drives him wild.

He works first one, then another fingers back and forth inside her, while concentrating his oral skills on her clit. Her fingernails are no longer digging into his scalp, but are a massaging guide to where she wants him to be and what she wants him to do. He does all the little things he has found or she has told him drive her wild. It had surprised him as to how vocal a lover she was, not only in response to pleasure, but also about how she derived that pleasure. She encourages and praises him with noises and phrases, telling him how good he is making her feel and how she never wants him to stop.

He buries his fingers deep and then curls them in a come hither gesture rubbing a certain spot at the top of her channel and at the same time he sucks hard on the skin around her clit while rapidly flicking his tongue on her clit itself. The reaction is explosive as her sex clenches tight around his fingers, at the same time coating them in a flood of her cream. Her thighs slap into his ears, cutting off the loud wail of his name from her lips. She trembles around him as her muscles rapidly tense and relax with her orgasm. Her thighs relax, and he removes his mouth from her clit, knowing how sensitive it is when she's just cum, but still has to wait a few moment before her sex relaxes enough to release his fingers.

He looks up her body and her heaving breasts come into view as the curved bow of her back slowly softens. He can see sweat standing on her skin and tickling along it as her body shudders with aftershock and her ragged breathing. "Oh, Baby. That was great." Her words drift down to him along with her panting breaths

He feels something bump against his knee and he looks down. It is the bear-shaped honey dispenser that had been on the table. He smiles and grabs it. He rises slowly, allowing her legs to slide from his shoulders and she lightly wraps them around his waist, resting on his hips. She smiles up at him and the quirks her eyebrows as she sees the honey dispenser in his hands and he flashes her a wicked grin before slowly drizzles a line of the golden syrup from her dimpled belly to between the valley of her breasts.

He looked down at her, admiring her lithe body and his handiwork. He leaned his head to the side in mock thought and then placed a big dollop of honey on each of her nipples. "Satisfied?" she asked. "The devil's in the details, Honey." He told her with a roguish grin and tossed the honey dispenser over his shoulder. "As, to being satisfied, you be the judge." He answers and removes his shorts. "My... I guess you aren't satisfied, but I know I can do somethin' about that." Is her judgement, which she delivers in her thick, native Texan accent and holds her arms out to him.

Instead of accepting her generous invitation, he lowers his head to her the beginning of the honey trail he had started on her belly and begins to lap up the sweet syrup, spreading it with his lips and tongue before taking it into his mouth. Her skin smells like vanilla and he still has her taste on his lips and it adds a new, spicy dimension to the sweet flavour of the honey. He takes his time with her belly button, dipping and swirling his tongue into the depression making her wriggle, giggle and moan. Then, her fingers are in his hair, urging his lips to continue their journey.

He relents and does as she urges. He draws random patterns on her skin with his tongue and the honey. As, his mouth travels up her body, his body starts to slide over hers. He can feel his dick, twitching and bobbing, straining to reach the warm haven he had earlier tasted.

Her hands leave his head and her fingernails draw fiery patterns across his flexing shoulder and back muscles. When he scoops up the mouthful of honey from between her breasts, he is close enough for her to wrap her fist around his cock and he groans as she squeezes him before skimming her hand up and down his length. She wraps her legs around him, loosely at first, but tighter as she gathers him closer to her. Her back is arching and straightening rhythmically, pressing her sticky torso against his. Her skin sticks to his for a moment and as it lets go it pulls at his, leaving pin-pricks of sensation that electrify his nerves.

Her hand is heated heaven on his shaft and he can feel heavy dollops of lube ooze from his slit, which she spreads around and uses to increase her pace. He sucks and nips at first one and then the other of her nipples, clearing them of the amber sweetness of the honey until he can again taste the natural flavour of the dark brown nubs.

He can feel heat radiating from her core as she guides him closer. She murmurs his name and he murmurs hers before their lips meet. They kiss hard and hungrily and he worms his hands under her shoulders, pulling her to him. He breaks the kiss when they need air, but doesn't break it cleanly, kissing her lips twice before stopping.

He lets out a slow, steady breath as she guides him to her wet, heated entrance. He enters her in a long, slow steady stroke. She is more than ready to accept him, but her tight flesh still resists him with pleasurable friction. Warmth, wetness and pressure surround him and then her arms and legs wrapped around him as well.

They start off slow as their bodies move in harmony in the pursuit of pleasure. Her sex is a velvet-wrapped vice around his pistoning shaft, Her hot, wet flesh clings to him, dragging along his length. Her fingernails are ten fiery points biting into the curve of his buttocks as with tensing legs and arms she pulls him deeper into her and their pace quickens. They kiss when there is air to spare as their breathing grows laboured with exertion. When they can't find each other's mouths, their lips taste whatever skin they can reach. His hands grip at the edges of the table, his arms adding power to his thrust as he almost pulls himself into her as well.

Her sex clutches and ripples around him, milking waves of sensation from his sex and propelling them through his belly, into his spine and through the rest of his body. His climax builds like a thunderstorm. Each thrust piles up thunderhead of pleasure, piling on top of each other, higher and higher. Lightning, dances among those clouds with electricity sparking along his nerves. Thunder rumbles in the frantic beat of his heart. He is charged, poised on the brink and when their combined effort presses his dickhead against her cervix and then into her womb, she cries out, her sex seizing on him in a death grip he becomes undone and the storm breaks with a cloud burst of intense pleasure.

Her nails drag at his ass. There will be scratch marks and he doesn't cares as his back tenses into a tight bow and he pumps his seed into her in heavy spurts. His world goes bright white as his climax washes over his senses and then darkens as his eyes close.

They snap open again and he sits up, hearing the echo of her name still dying in the emptiness of his bedroom, lit by dawn's light. He swears he can still smell her. His body is damp with sweat, his sleep shorts are sticky with his cum as he looks around in confusion. She steps out of the shadows and the loss hits him like a physical blow. She tilts her head, throwing a questioning stare at him with her large, cold blue eyes. "Don't say a word, Illyria. Not a fucking word." He growls at her.

THE END