Fragments of Undertow

Author: Leena
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: There are ways to learn each other through a human body
Distribution: http://www.stormy-haze.net/hello , Leena’s fic site
AN: a fluffy fic for the Fluffython for coppersinger
Requests: Flirting between our favourite pair, cuddling while each reads a book (or perhaps while they 'read' the Kama Sutra - or something equally erotic - together?) And smut is always appreciated. Feedback: Is a must!

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When he first bought it for her, she looked shyly down at her feet. She wasn’t used to that kind of thing. He didn’t say anything, just hugged her close and kissed her. He knew that she was shy about it, he knew. She was glad that he knew. Because despite being well trained in all kinds of carnal acts, she was never introduced into the playful world of tricks of the bedroom. She could fuck herself to death if need be, but she didn’t know about licking edible stuff off each others’ bodies, or using fruit as something erotic. She was still fairly naïve in that area, and it made her blush. It made him aroused, as she soon came to find out.

‘The Kama Sutra’ the book read, and somehow she thought that title always included something magical, a vast knowledge of the body that only someone studying sex for years could accomplish. Which, she deduced, was right up Angel’s alley. Of course this could be fun, but she still got red to her toes every time she thought about it. And he had bought it, too, because he wanted to bend her over backwards, or make her come for twenty minutes, or whatever these people did. She knew that she would be fumbling around in the bedroom, trying to do things that just weren’t possible. She didn’t want to let him on to her naivety to this kind of play. Riley had been too shy and Spike too brutal for anything of this kind.

She was lying in bed one night, waiting for the onslaught of glorious orgasms that he always brought with him when he got into bed (she definitely wasn’t complaining) before he whipped out the book. She nearly physically shuddered at it, as if it were something to be shunned. She didn’t know…if she could do any of that stuff. It was intimidating to say the least. They’d never really confronted the sexual issues. Him, being knowledgeable about everything sexual, and her only moving on blind passion. He wanted to teach her. She was scared.

“Buffy,” he said in his ‘sexy voice’, as she called it.

“What?” She said, as though she could play dumb through the whole thing. Maybe I can just tell him that I forgot how to have sex. Good idea, she thought. He had a grin on his face, a big one, and she also knew something else that was big right now. Well, actually, that was always big, but tonight it was out in full force. And they hadn’t even touched each other.

He slipped into bed with a grace that she was sure she never possessed (a sexy grace!) and he lay down next to her, touching her neck lightly. His hands were so big and warm, and his eyes were like dark honey. Definitely bedroom eyes. Doesn’t get anymore bedroom-y than this.

“I think we should do a little reading,” he said in her ear, as she closed her eyes and let out a little, involuntary sound. “You have such strong muscles,” he whispered, and a hot kiss was on her neck, the muscle right underneath her ear. It jumped and curved underneath his lips, and she could feel his smile. He was so in control here, and he knew it. He liked it.

He was naked and warm and smooth, and she couldn’t help but run her hands all over him. It was a beautiful feeling, like soft velvet or silk. It was addictive. He made a little sound in his throat, like a primal rumbling and she smiled. Maybe she could make him forget about that silly book. She didn’t want the book. But he did, and he was bound and determined. Of course he would never make her do anything that she didn’t want to do, but she also would never deny him anything. She was far too in love with him to turn him down for anything. And maybe this was bad, but it didn’t matter. It was part of her foundation and it wouldn’t change. She could take it, it would just have to go slow. Maybe they really could read it. No sexing, just sitting up late at night and reading it together…though, she usually didn’t get to sleep without at least a few orgasms under her belt. She smiled at this thought.

“Don’t you want to read with me?” He whispered, and she was glad for once that they were able to have a comfortable sexuality. Of course, not completely comfortable because she was intimidated, but she was sure she’d get over that. He’d make her forget about it, eventually. He kissed her neck gently, sensing her fear, like everything else he sensed. It was an amazing thing.

“I want to make you feel everything,” he moaned lightly, and she felt powerful that she could make him feel this way, that he could make her feel this way. It was all sparkage and fireworks and incredible-ness when she was with him, for the first time in a long time she found herself incredibly lucky. “I want to give you everything.” Everything was foggy and dream-like. She sighed as he slowly moved over her, and she wondered why he still had his damn pants on, and why she was still wearing a bra and panties. These things should be on the floor, dammit! But then he pulled out the dreaded book and set it next to them, and said something in her ear that she deemed as Gaelic. Sexy Gaelic. Low, warm, sexy Gaelic.

“The first thing that you have to know about the Kama Sutra is belly breathing,” he said in her ear, pulling back a little to look her in the eyes. Looking into his eyes was so intense that she felt like she was being pulled into this undertow or warmth and light. His eyes were like gold, burning gold that made her do anything and everything and come and come and come.

She smiled a little. “If you know everything about it, why buy this?” She asked tentatively, fingering the book.

“I don’t know everything, Buffy,” he said slowly. “This will help us along. Not that we don’t have explosive sex already but like I said…I want to make you feel the full extent of your body, to come to the sexual pinnacle. You need to be aware of what an amazing body you have, as a Slayer and a woman. I want to show you how to use it.” She was lost after sexual. Seeing his mouth form that word made her lose control, Kama Sutra be damned.

She was on him, kissing every part, and he pushed her gently back, curving his mouth. “Be patient. You need to learn yourself. You need to let me learn you.”

“Okay, let’s learn,” she said, slightly panting, unable to wait any longer. She wanted it, dammit! Who cared about slow or fast? She wanted to scale him like a mountain and ride him till she passed out, till they both passed out.

He opened the book like something sacred, like the Bible or the…the…what was the Islam book? Whatever, he opened the book. She stared raptly as his big hands tracing the pages, looking down to the spot that he wanted. She knew that he was looking for something specific; Angel never did anything unless he meant to. He always had a plan. One of the things that she loved so much about him.

He pulled her over to his side, laying the huge book on both their laps. For a second she wondered why they had to make the book so big. It was like a proclamation: “THIS BOOK WILL MAKE YOU HAVE GOOD SEX” or something. It was an announcement of how great it was. When they started to read, she started getting uncomfortable. Of course, not about the reading, but applying everything in that book to their sex lives.

“So it says here,” she said a little nervously, clearing her throat, “that you have to not just thrust but dance?” Freakin’ ay, when did they add dancing to the agenda of sex?

“Well, yeah. You have to move in a rhythm that’s not just humping, Buffy.” She nearly giggled at his usage of the word. “You have to move with your partner, to feel every nuance that’s in their body.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve done this before,” she groaned, before peeking up at him from the big book on both their laps. He put on his famous half-smile before answering, and she knew that he would let his smartass side come out to play.

“I’ve been with a lot of women, Buffy.” God, not this again. Sometimes, I swear, he’s trying to make me jealous. And it works.

“Yeah, I know, we already had this speech a million years ago remember? Bad girls, dozens of them.”

“I know a lot of things, things that I want to share with you, because I love you. Those other women were just quick pleasure, something to find for my demon and my drunken self. I certainly don’t care about them, the only reason that I think about them is because I want you so badly, and I need to remember.”

“Remember what?”

“How to make you come so hard that you forget everything,” he said, and suddenly she was shaking and his mouth was near her cheek. “So why don’t we just start with the small stuff?” He asked her, and all she could do was nod, because she was amazed. Amazed that she had loved him for so long, and he could still incite this feeling inside of her. Not to mention make her so wet she thought she would die without him.

He picked her up and set her high on the bed, and she trembled a little. He told her to close her eyes, and she let that statement slip past her, not wanting to think of old and battered memories, things that made her heart well up with sadness.

She lay still, waiting for him to perform whatever he wanted on her. She could feel him sink down between her legs, his face so close to her. If he could just lean forward and…

When he nipped her clit suddenly, and with no premise, she nearly shrieked out loud, but kept it down. She was panting and biting her lip by this time, and he was just biding his time patiently, watching her tremble, giving her no mercy. She was about to scream and him and force him, but he was in control here (for the moment); he knew what to do.

“Breathe slowly,” he told her, and his voice was muffled from between her thighs. “Feel it, Buffy, don’t let it slip out from underneath you.”

She tried to breathe from her stomach, to take it slowly like he was, but she didn’t like teasing dammit! And that’s exactly what he was doing.

“You’re not going to come,” he said evilly. “Not until I want. And not by this mouth.” She settled herself down and tried to breath evenly, deeply, like he instructed. He started licking her slowly, as though she were something melting.

He kept building her up but making her hover just right there, telling her to control her breathing, to feel it, to be pulled under by it. She tried, she really did, to lose herself in it, but it seemed like she just kept getting higher and higher but not coming. She finally felt like she was going to scream her frustrations out into the air, with her fucking even breathing and her aching clit. That’s when he was above her suddenly, licking the taste of her off of his lips.

“You are the most perfect thing in the world,” he told her, kissing her slowly, breathing evenly and deeply, showing her how. She tried to match his breathing and kissed him back, feeling something other than an orgasm building deep inside of her. She could taste herself on his lips. “Slowly,” he whispered, before entering her, pressing his hands to her belly, making sure she was breathing correctly. She didn’t even know why they needed the damn book when he seemed like such an expert on this.

She was shaking in her need, so ready for her orgasm that she couldn’t stand it anymore. But still he went slowly, brushing her clit every so often, looking into her eyes and licking his lips. He would kiss her often, slow and tangling kisses that distorted her breathing. Even breathing, she kept telling herself, just keep breathing evenly. He shifted her hips and got her into a rhythm of parrying and thrusting, a kind of sinuous dance that made her close her eyes in pleasure. It had never been this hot and slow, it had never been this good.

When the orgasm started, she couldn’t believe what it felt like. It felt like little tremors that started in her belly, like raindrops shaking off of flowers. It didn’t even feel like an orgasm, it felt like tiny life swimming around inside of her. It was so small and slow she didn’t even know how she knew what it was, but he knew. He smiled down at her and kissed her slowly again, whispering to her, placing his hand on her belly to check.

The tremors took her over, as if they were a living thing inhabiting her body, and she started to shake and shout uncontrollably until she was swallowed whole. It felt so intense for a minute that she couldn’t breathe; it felt like she had been shoved underwater and every limb had been filled to the brim with electricity. That’s when he started moving faster, and she could tell that he was about to be swallowed too. He told her to squeeze him, squeeze tight and long and hard, and she tried as hard as she could to flex her vaginal muscles. But she was so lost she didn’t know left from right, her world only consisted of his cock inside of her.

She let out a series of screams, and his were mixed in there somewhere too, but her mind was shattered and she couldn’t see or hear or feel because she had been grasped and yanked somewhere else. Briefly she thought she passed out, because she couldn’t remember anything but black for a second. She didn’t know if she was even there for his orgasm.

She awoke and he was next to her, staring down at her, and she felt foggy and drugged and sleepy. “Wow that was…”

“I told you. You have to know what to do.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll teach you more, Buffy. How to use the exact pleasure that I gave you and reflect it onto me.”

“It wasn’t good for you?” She asked, a little worry creeping into her voice.

“No, it was wonderful. But there are other things. There’s so much to learn, about life and love and creating something more than just sex.” She loved that he was so philosophical after sex. So willing to talk about everything, instead of just falling asleep, rolling over. He wasn’t stereotypically male, and she felt so lucky to have him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone so much. I didn’t know…” She trailed off there, her whisper grating to a stop.

He smiled, full-blown, and touched her hip lightly and turned off the light, their mutual warmth creating a glow underneath the covers.

Fin

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