Mine
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
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Adult ++
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7,083
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Mine
(A/N: The character's are not mine, they're Joss')
(This was the challenge: Kink(s) requested: dirty talk (either as foreplay or during sex, doesn't matter), light spanking, and (if the author doesn't mind adding this) Angel growling "mine" during sex. Setting: post-NFA, B/A in an established, loving relationship. As to whether there is an actual plot, up to author. PWP is perfectly fine with me. Thanks so much! :))
Angel strode into the Hyperion, saw the lobby was clear, and made his way into the kitchen. A fire burned in his belly... and he didn’t like it one bit.
Buffy guiltily looked up and away from the burned roast... another burned roast. “Hey...”
“The Immortal’s in town.” He crossed his arms and stared at her. “Did you know?”
“Huh... well,” she picked up the burned meat and headed to the trash, glancing over her shoulder when she felt him stalking her. “I mean...”
“Mean what, Buff?” he shadowed her around the kitchen. “Stop.”
“Nothing.” She turned and leaned against the marble topped kitchen island, eyeing him. There was an edge to his broodiness today.
“What does that mean. ‘Nothing?’” He moved in front of her, his insides eaten up by thoughts of the Immortal laying his hands on her.
“Means...” she swallowed at the intensity of his gaze. It made her forget the thread of their conversation. “What was the question?”
One step, and he was gripping the island counter on either side of her body, trapping her against it as he stepped between her legs.
“Wrong answer?” she asked, tossing her head back. Did he not have a clue that this was so not making it easier for her to think?
He leaned forward, close enough to feel her warm breath skim across his cheek. “He was here, wasn’t he? What did he want? He wanted to fuck you, didn’t he?”
Her heart pounded in her chest. “Probably.” Shifting, she felt his body press her back... so hard... so immovable, so filled with jealous heat, it sent signals pulsing between her legs.
“And?” he was getting impatient, that much was clear from the way his hand clamped on her hip and dragged her up against him. His cock was heavy with arousal, pressing into her belly.
“And...” she licked her lips and dropped her gaze to his mouth, wanting it to clamp down on hers, the way his hand was oh her hip. “... I wanted you to fuck me, not him.”
His fingers dug into her, then he lifted her up and sat her on the island. “How?”
“Angel?” So he wanted her to... to tell him...how? Okay, this was different. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to tell him how she wanted him. “I want you to touch me.”
“Finger fuck.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded and repeated. “I want you to finger fuck me.”
“How deep.”
“Oh God,” she leaned back as his hands shoved her minis skirt up and started to caress her thighs. His thumb pressed over her mound, intensifying her desire, making her clutch his shoulders. “Deep. I want you inside me... deep.”
Her words ... meant only for him... made him go rock hard. Easily, he pulled her panty off and found her wet heat. “Don’t look away.” He slid his finger inside her, so tight, so tight his cock surged at the thought of replacing his finger with it. “Mine... say it... you’re mine.”
She started to writhe uncontrollably, panting, burning under the intensity of his gaze. “Yours... yes... oh God, Angel...”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me harder,” she said, moaning as his thumb moved over her as a counterpoint to his finger, deep inside her.
This was what he’d needed.... to hear her say she was his, to be assured the Immortal was just an old memory. Lowering his head, he took her mouth with his and tongue fucked her with the same rhythm that he slid his finger in and out. As she bucked, and moaned, as she demanded more, he straddled her leg and started to thrust, rubbing his now painfully thick erection against her. He might not be able to go all the way with her when he had his cock inside her, but he could pretend to be inside her now... could pretend that she was tightening around his cock, not his finger, that every time he pulled back... he was pulling out, and claiming her all over again.
She started to shudder... to come... He broke the kiss, “mine... all mine,” he said, watching how she came apart in his arms, imagining he was so deep inside of her, that he’d never get out. That he was filling her, that she was shuddering around his cock, squeezing it... riding it.
Buffy called his name as her world shattered and she found her release. Somehow, a part of her stayed with him... felt him pumping against her leg. She shifted, forcing him to move between her thighs. She lifted her legs and clamping them around his waist as she drew him close and bucked up, bringing her wet heat up hard against his jean clad arousal. “Mine,” she said, tossing her head back and forcing her hips up again, and again, digging her fingers in him at the sound of his deep growl of pleasure.
“Oh, really?” When she lifted up, he slapped her ass, groaning when that caused her to jerk up even harder against his cock. “Fuck... fuck... fuck...” he whispered hoarsely, smacking her again, then caressing her to sooth the burn. Close to blowing, he started to pull away but she stopped him.
Time stood still as he nestled against her, afraid to thrust... and waiting... waiting for that final moment.
“Angel,” she whispered, open-mouthed against his throat, forcing herself to hold still... knowing what he needed... what she needed was for him to be inside her right now, to pound her, to....
“Buffy,” he groaned, hunching over her, fighting the relentless need to thrust as he slowly slid over the edge. “That was close...” he blinked. “What were you doing in the kitchen.”
“Burning food.” She moved her thighs back and forth, loving the feel of him against her.
“Guess you’re not only stronger than you look, but hotter.”
“Hey!” she glared at him.
“Oh... I didn’t mean...”
“Guess you’re not as good at flirtage as you thought.”
“Guess not. But I’m good at this,” giving a rare smile, he lowered his head, and kissed her again. This time, they had all the time in the world, and he took it... tangling their tongues together, and pulling her close. She was his... maybe not in the traditional sense... but she was his, and no one... not even the Immortal... would take her away from him.
The End
(Do let me know what you think. This is my first B/A fic ::grins:: Also, if you want notice when I post new fics or updates, join my update list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Bloody_Bad_Poet_Fic/ )
(This was the challenge: Kink(s) requested: dirty talk (either as foreplay or during sex, doesn't matter), light spanking, and (if the author doesn't mind adding this) Angel growling "mine" during sex. Setting: post-NFA, B/A in an established, loving relationship. As to whether there is an actual plot, up to author. PWP is perfectly fine with me. Thanks so much! :))
Angel strode into the Hyperion, saw the lobby was clear, and made his way into the kitchen. A fire burned in his belly... and he didn’t like it one bit.
Buffy guiltily looked up and away from the burned roast... another burned roast. “Hey...”
“The Immortal’s in town.” He crossed his arms and stared at her. “Did you know?”
“Huh... well,” she picked up the burned meat and headed to the trash, glancing over her shoulder when she felt him stalking her. “I mean...”
“Mean what, Buff?” he shadowed her around the kitchen. “Stop.”
“Nothing.” She turned and leaned against the marble topped kitchen island, eyeing him. There was an edge to his broodiness today.
“What does that mean. ‘Nothing?’” He moved in front of her, his insides eaten up by thoughts of the Immortal laying his hands on her.
“Means...” she swallowed at the intensity of his gaze. It made her forget the thread of their conversation. “What was the question?”
One step, and he was gripping the island counter on either side of her body, trapping her against it as he stepped between her legs.
“Wrong answer?” she asked, tossing her head back. Did he not have a clue that this was so not making it easier for her to think?
He leaned forward, close enough to feel her warm breath skim across his cheek. “He was here, wasn’t he? What did he want? He wanted to fuck you, didn’t he?”
Her heart pounded in her chest. “Probably.” Shifting, she felt his body press her back... so hard... so immovable, so filled with jealous heat, it sent signals pulsing between her legs.
“And?” he was getting impatient, that much was clear from the way his hand clamped on her hip and dragged her up against him. His cock was heavy with arousal, pressing into her belly.
“And...” she licked her lips and dropped her gaze to his mouth, wanting it to clamp down on hers, the way his hand was oh her hip. “... I wanted you to fuck me, not him.”
His fingers dug into her, then he lifted her up and sat her on the island. “How?”
“Angel?” So he wanted her to... to tell him...how? Okay, this was different. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to tell him how she wanted him. “I want you to touch me.”
“Finger fuck.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded and repeated. “I want you to finger fuck me.”
“How deep.”
“Oh God,” she leaned back as his hands shoved her minis skirt up and started to caress her thighs. His thumb pressed over her mound, intensifying her desire, making her clutch his shoulders. “Deep. I want you inside me... deep.”
Her words ... meant only for him... made him go rock hard. Easily, he pulled her panty off and found her wet heat. “Don’t look away.” He slid his finger inside her, so tight, so tight his cock surged at the thought of replacing his finger with it. “Mine... say it... you’re mine.”
She started to writhe uncontrollably, panting, burning under the intensity of his gaze. “Yours... yes... oh God, Angel...”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me harder,” she said, moaning as his thumb moved over her as a counterpoint to his finger, deep inside her.
This was what he’d needed.... to hear her say she was his, to be assured the Immortal was just an old memory. Lowering his head, he took her mouth with his and tongue fucked her with the same rhythm that he slid his finger in and out. As she bucked, and moaned, as she demanded more, he straddled her leg and started to thrust, rubbing his now painfully thick erection against her. He might not be able to go all the way with her when he had his cock inside her, but he could pretend to be inside her now... could pretend that she was tightening around his cock, not his finger, that every time he pulled back... he was pulling out, and claiming her all over again.
She started to shudder... to come... He broke the kiss, “mine... all mine,” he said, watching how she came apart in his arms, imagining he was so deep inside of her, that he’d never get out. That he was filling her, that she was shuddering around his cock, squeezing it... riding it.
Buffy called his name as her world shattered and she found her release. Somehow, a part of her stayed with him... felt him pumping against her leg. She shifted, forcing him to move between her thighs. She lifted her legs and clamping them around his waist as she drew him close and bucked up, bringing her wet heat up hard against his jean clad arousal. “Mine,” she said, tossing her head back and forcing her hips up again, and again, digging her fingers in him at the sound of his deep growl of pleasure.
“Oh, really?” When she lifted up, he slapped her ass, groaning when that caused her to jerk up even harder against his cock. “Fuck... fuck... fuck...” he whispered hoarsely, smacking her again, then caressing her to sooth the burn. Close to blowing, he started to pull away but she stopped him.
Time stood still as he nestled against her, afraid to thrust... and waiting... waiting for that final moment.
“Angel,” she whispered, open-mouthed against his throat, forcing herself to hold still... knowing what he needed... what she needed was for him to be inside her right now, to pound her, to....
“Buffy,” he groaned, hunching over her, fighting the relentless need to thrust as he slowly slid over the edge. “That was close...” he blinked. “What were you doing in the kitchen.”
“Burning food.” She moved her thighs back and forth, loving the feel of him against her.
“Guess you’re not only stronger than you look, but hotter.”
“Hey!” she glared at him.
“Oh... I didn’t mean...”
“Guess you’re not as good at flirtage as you thought.”
“Guess not. But I’m good at this,” giving a rare smile, he lowered his head, and kissed her again. This time, they had all the time in the world, and he took it... tangling their tongues together, and pulling her close. She was his... maybe not in the traditional sense... but she was his, and no one... not even the Immortal... would take her away from him.
The End
(Do let me know what you think. This is my first B/A fic ::grins:: Also, if you want notice when I post new fics or updates, join my update list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Bloody_Bad_Poet_Fic/ )