of the Senses
A quick snack before dinner
you to Jo for the beta.
feels good to be home. It's been a long journey and a long night, and Buffy
is tired and hungry. Angel parks the car, and Buffy opens the passenger
door and gets out. She reaches back into the car to get her bag out of the
back seat, and in doing so she catches her finger on the sharp edge of the
battleaxe. She flinches but makes no sound; it's just a scratch and she
knows it will heal up in a couple of minutes. She pulls the battleaxe out
of the car, closes the car door and hitches the bag onto her shoulder. She
turns to go into the house just as Angel comes round the front of the car.
you all right?" he asks with small frown.
it is Buffy's turn to frown. What's he talking about?
carries on toward her and says, "I can smell blood." Buffy looks
down and sees that where she caught her hand on the axe, there are three
bright beads of red coming up from the scratch on her finger.
nothing," she laughs, but Angel still frowns.
me," he says.
shows him her finger and watches while he lifts the finger to his lips and
his tongue curls round her finger, gently wiping away the blood. Buffy
gasps softly, and when Angel's eyes lift to meet hers she sees the desire
clearly expressed in his eyes. He opens his mouth to pull her finger into
his mouth but she pulls it away.
here," she tells him, tilting her head slightly toward the closed
curtains of the neighbouring houses and he nods once. A semi-public place is perhaps not
the right location for this.
opens the front door and enters the hallway, with Angel following closely
behind her. As Angel closes the door she drops her bag on the hall table
and stands the axe up in the corner of the hallway, deliberately scraping
the same finger against the edge of the axe. The cut is deeper than before
but not enough to cause her harm, and by the time she turns to face Angel
her finger is bleeding freely.
eyes are riveted to the small amount of blood running around the curve of
her fingertip and the primeval yearning she sees reflected on his face
captivates her. He desperately wants to taste her but he doesn't move until
she lifts the bloody finger up and offers it to him. Only then, does he hold her hand in
reverence before bringing it slowly to his lips.
tongue gently licks along her finger, smearing the blood, and Buffy's sigh
of pleasure is lost under the pounding of her heart as he pulls the wounded
digit into his mouth and sucks on it firmly.
moans, the sensations he is causing in her body are having more effect on
her than they have any right to. It's only a tiny amount of her blood on
his tongue but she feels dizzy, and she rests her hand on his arm to steady
herself. It's ridiculous; she knows it can't possibly be enough blood loss
to make any difference to her and she wonders if there is something about
vampires that causes such a reaction or if the feelings are simply because
this is Angel, and she wants to share herself with him so badly.
glances at her before turning her hand over and lets his fangs lengthen.
His face does not change but his eyes glint gold and Buffy watches him
scrape the fangs over her palm to draw lines of crimson across her pale
skin. She does not protest when he firmly moves her back against the wall,
his knee pressing hard between her legs even as he feasts on the life fluid
leaking from her hand.
can't help squirming against the brutal caress of his knee, and she feels
the cool mouth working insistently on the palm of her hand. Whenever the
cuts start to close, the sharp pinpricks of his fangs pierce her skin and
open her up to him again. The blood has fanned Angel’s instinctive
possessiveness, and this kind of primitive feeding turns her on in a way
that nothing else possibly can.
She wants him, wants to touch him, and she awkwardly manoeuvres her
free hand between them and unzips his pants. His hard flesh presses eagerly
against her hand and she masturbates him roughly. She loves to feel the
pulse of his cool skin in her hand, and she’s very excited by his frenzied
feeding of her blood. It feels so good, and to know that her blood can have
such an intoxicating effect on him makes her feel powerful and sexy. She
squirms harder against his knee, desperate to ease the ache she feels for
him inside her.
licks away the last of her blood and stops kissing her palm. His head spins
with the power of her blood and the insistence of his cock and he acts
instinctively, yanking up her skirt and helps her to tear off her
underwear. Buffy squirms, jumps, lets him support her as he shoves her hard
against the wall and pushes himself inside her in the same movement. Her skin
is soft, her pulse noisy, and the heat of her cunt envelopes him, making
him groan with the sheer sensation of a tight, welcoming woman. Buffy is
squirming again, wrapping her legs round his waist and she kisses him, long
and deep, wanting to feel as much of him inside her as she possibly
can. His kisses taste coppery
from her blood, but her need for him is so great that she doesn’t care.
grunts, mindless in his rampant thrusts, and each one tries to get deeper
inside her than the one before. He’s fucking her hard, and fast, and
Buffy’s hands are clawing up inside his shirt and tearing at his skin, and
her mouth is firmly locked against his, and he Cant. Get. Enough. Of. Her.
he comes, he comes hard. He’s not aware that he’s growling, or that the
weight of his body crushes her against the wall and she has to struggle to
breathe. But Buffy hasn’t finished, and she wails in frustration, squirming
against his softening cock and needing a release of her own. Angel musters
up the energy to move and pulls back enough to slide his hand between them,
shoving three fingers easily inside her and lets his thumb rub against her
clit. She whines, needing satisfaction and still unable to reach it. Angel
ducks his head, grazes her neck with his teeth and bites down. She screams
then, convulsing and shrieking, and her writhing head cracks back against
the wall. She won’t notice the bruise until much later…
both breathing hard when he carefully puts her down on the floor. Buffy
lets her skirt drop down and bends to pick up her abandoned panties.
them off,” he tells her, and instead she bunches them in her hand for
dropping into the laundry basket. Angel is just zipping his pants when she
reaches up for another kiss. She’s almost sure she can feel him stiffening
for another encounter and she giggles, pushing him gently away.
“Vampire stamina or no, I’m getting something to eat
first,” she says as primly as she can, given that her panties are in her
hand and her mouth still tastes of Angel and Buffy-blood.
considers offering her something vampire to feast on, but decides he will
save that suggestion for dessert…
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