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Eclipse   1 comment

Title: Eclipse
Author: Helen
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Rating: N-17
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Category: Smut
Content: C/A
Summary: My first (deliberate) p-w-p and its all smut. That’s pretty much all you need to know.
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Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: GoTeam + Angel’s Archive + Just Fic. Anyone else, ask first please.
Notes: A little warning; it’s been an age since I’ve written smut and since I’m starting a fic where smut is integral, I sort of felt the need to warm up and this is the result. I hope you like it.
Thanks/Dedication: To Cali, my fabulous beta, stalker and cheering section! Fabulous ficpic created by Lysa.
Feedback: Yup, feeding is good. Also, feel free to include criticism too if you feel the urge so long as its constructive, always appreciated

 


Angel cupped her jaw between fingers and thumb, tilting it to slide his lips up the curve of her neck, along the warm creamy skin to the soft point under her ear. She smelled of soap, fresh and zesty over the teasingly sweet musk of feminine skin. He nuzzled closer seeking that elusive hum of racing blood.

Supported by solid arms, Cordelia slid her palms up his biceps, revelling in silky smooth skin, warmed by the hot shower beating over their heads and over the brutal swell of muscle. They were naked and the hard jut of his erection nudged between her thighs. It was a promise and temptation she couldn’t ignore and reaching down she pushed a hand between them to grasp the thick-ridged shaft as he took the lobe of her ear into his mouth.

The hot water continued to rain down, saturating the air with steam and making their bodies slick as they clung together with Cordelia willingly pinned to the tiled wall by his large and urgent frame. She hadn’t felt so safe and wanted in a long, long time. He was thick, hard and smooth in her palm. Enthusiastic too as the engorged muscle jumped and throbbed in her grasp silently begging for harder, firmer strokes.

She felt devoured, seemingly being swallowed by his innate hunger as his dark head bent to pay homage to her jugular. Large hands pulled her closer while blunt teeth, scraping along the cord linking neck to shoulder had Cordelia shivering and helpless to stop her head lolling back as callused palms kneaded the aching tips of both breasts.

“Kiss me, Angel- hard and like you never want to stop.”

That breathless demand garnered an instant response as obediently he swept inside her mouth, bruising the plump flesh as he plumbed the soft inviting cavern with needy greed. Oh yeah, just like that. Don’t ever stop Angel. Her hand pumped his cock and he moaned into her mouth as their frantic tongues tangled.

Want and reality clashed. The tiles behind her back were hard on her shoulder blades and the need to breathe had her dizzily if reluctantly pulling away, “… need to breathe.”

Growling a little at losing the taste of her mouth before he was ready, Angel dislodged her hand from his screamingly full cock and grasping her hips held her still as he squatted, determined to replace one taste with another. Delving he thrust his tongue along the seam of her sex, searching and finding the sweet damp secrets nestled and hiding behind damp dark curls.

Humming low in her throat, she parted her thighs to give him access, staring dazedly down at Angel’s head at her loins, his dark usually spiked hair plastered to his skull from the driving water that ran in rivulets over impossibly wide shoulders.

Slim fingers mangled in his hair, the only part of him she could reach. Seeing and feeling all at the same time was too much and her head fell back again with her lips open to pant out breaths. “Ogodogodogodogod-” the chant carried on in her head as he skilfully dipped deeper, parting the plump folds of her labia with both thumbs to sip delicately at the essence of her.

His lightly stubbled jaw rasped at her inner thighs, but it only added to the inescapable fact that this was really happening and kept up a constant reminder of exactly who was doing this to her; Angel, the forbidden vampire. Then he penetrated her with a finger and her thoughts splintered as she gasped then relaxed at the gentle intrusion that did little to satisfy the grinding ache to be filled and fulfilled.

Angel caressed her to the backdrop of the ceaselessly pounding water, stroking deep with his fingers and mouth until she was writhing and her feet slipping on the wet stall floor. Unused to it his finger was thick and slightly rough against the sensitive inner tissues, creating a deep inner burn that was staggeringly pleasurable.

Her muscles contracted on him and his sex throbbed with frantic need to replace the digit and feel that wet clasp as he pushed deep to her core. Shuddering and gritting his teeth to control the urges that wanted to sweep aside all except satisfaction, Angel struggled not to imagine the hot quiver of her virgin womb should he take her that roughly and go that deep.

Not yet, it was too soon and she was nowhere near ready. “Easy,” he muttered leaning back on his heels, heedless of the cascading water, to watch her face with midnight eyes narrowed on the flush that led from her heaving chest to gasping lips.

“We don’t have to rush,” he soothed still fingering her with undeniable skill.

He loved how expressive Cordelia was, it was unexpected and he drank in the sight. Her juices coated his lower face but other than licking his lips he enjoyed it, even dipping back in for a too quick and teasing nuzzle.

“My parents…” Cordy almost sobbed trying to get some purchase with her palms on the steam coated tiles behind her.

“Will get you back in the morning.” He finished firmly for her and flicked her clit hard; making her jerk convulsively, before soothing it with a slow circling massage.

His voice dropped to a rasp, full of dark promise, “Don’t think about them. Think about this, about how it feels and how it’s going to get better- hotter. I’m going to make you scream when you come… and then I’m going to start all over again.”

Their glittering glazed eyes clashed and she shuddered, sizzles racing up and down her spine with increasing strength. It was all too true, she realised dazedly, he really was the devil with an angel’s face. The corners of his lips tipped up seeing her eyes widen as they dipped below, drawn between thighs roped with muscle to the broad, flushed head of his rampant erection which gave off its own siren call.

She was passion incarnate and Angel wouldn’t dream of dragging his gaze off her. Life pulsed inside her and he was making it race in a tempo that was writ all over that beautiful face. He was fascinated and unbearably aroused.

Oh God! The tip of a moist pink tongue came out to sweep over a pouting bottom lip and driven to the edge by that simple action, Angel gave a low groan as unbidden his hand travelled down to carry on where she’d left off, grasping himself hard and riding the length while she bit her lips as the furnace inside grew hotter.

He pushed in a second finger and carried on rotating his thumb in maddening circles, barely whispering over the taut bud of nerves. She whimpered and every nerve in her body screamed out for some of that merciless touch while inside the coiling got harder and hotter, gathering itself to unleash a tempest of … “Oh God, so close.”

Then he did that flicking thing and curled his finger and she forgot about the world outside as starbursts of shimmering pleasure whipped up and out of her womb. Her thighs trembled as that remorseless gathering sucked every atom of strength she possessed. Bucking as it crested, she did scream when she came and then toppled as gravity prevailed.

He caught her as she fell.


Weightlessness was followed by crisp sheets under her buttocks and back. Humming low in her throat Cordelia stretched languidly and smiled when cool fingers brushed over her softened nipples, “What if I told you I had to leave?”

Propping his chin on one hand Angel met her amused, slitted gaze with a bland expression of his own, hiding the violent arousal she couldn’t even guess at. “I’d have to change your mind.”

Curious she turned her head to face him fully, glossy locks of dark brown hair spreading over the pillow, “How?”

Impudence shone on her face and Angel knew he had to quash it before he did lose it and just mounted her. Gasping, Cordelia shrieked and giggled at finding herself abruptly rolled over, once to lie sprawled atop him and then again until she was pinned under his hard heavy weight. Grinning she blinked up at his handsome face.

“Geeze, I only ask-“

Kissing seemed a better idea than gagging. Finished he leant up on his elbows to survey her flushed face, satisfied to feel the hard twin points of her newly budded nipples scraping the upper planes of his chest. “Stop yakking and I’ll show you.”

Swallowing, she nodded caught by the intensity of lust sparking in dark depths, “Okay.”

A second searing kiss later left her dizzy while he scooted down her body, reigniting fires wherever his skating lips went lapping at the hollows of her body with ruthless design. He crouched over her like big, lazy cat and nowhere escaped notice; not the backs of her knee’s, the insides of her elbows, the taut and trembling dip of her navel or the plump undersides of her breasts before swirling around the puckered tip and suckling it into the cool cavern of his mouth to stroke the hardened flesh with the flat of his tongue.

Her own felt tangled into knots and once again Cordelia’s fingers meshed in his hair as she pressed him closer, arching arched up in a silent demand that he take more. Lips trailing and nibbling at the sweat-musked skin of the valley between, Angel ignored her to meander his way to the twin to lave that with equal attention.

Ugh, how could he keep control like that when she felt ready to explode out of her own skin? Restlessly she writhed, twisting her hips and bucking in protest at the muscled bulk nestled between her open thighs, securely holding her down while pulses of sensual heat flared up in a fresh tidal wave of needy lust.
Nails scoring his back she tucked her feet at the crease of his hips and hauled up, pulling him higher until chuckling he conceded and met her panting mouth with a hard kiss and a gruff accusation, “Impatient.”

She didn’t care there was a flash-fire in her loins that needed quenching-now! “Don’t care. I’m ready, Angel, quit teasing.”

Teeth clashing in a duel they rolled again in a passionate grapple that ended with Angel, lips rosy and eyes like molten coal, staring down at her flushed face with his by now painfully throbbing cock poised at her dripping entrance. Locking gazes, Cordy’s heart stuttered and then started to gallop.

The silence was heavy, thick with expectant tension. Surging forward with his palms flat to the rumpled sheet, Angel hesitated when he met the barrier that marked her as a virgin and shuddered with the strain of holding back his rampaging need to plough straight in.

It burned but instead of retreating Cordelia gathered her inner strength, planted her feet flat to the bed and completed the joining by impaling herself on his thick length. They both groaned at the almost savage union and panting, she closed her eyes and flopped, willing the pain to recede and her clenched body to relax.

“Are you, okay?” he asked hoarsely after a strained beat.

“Fine, just don’t stop, okay?” strangely she was okay, Angel had prepared her enough that despite the pain of his penetration her body was once again clamouring for more of what it had only tasted in the shower-stall.

Reassured, he started to pump slowly in and out of her, hesitantly at first but gathering pace when her willing body met every thrust and her breathing hitched with rising excitement. He was thick and hard, igniting and filling her every bit as much as she’d read about but never really believed and every rasping slide drew guttural moans and pleas from moist, open mouths.

Shaken, Angel realised he hadn’t even had an orgasm yet and already he felt wrung out by the sheer depth of her unbridled response to him. Cordelia Chase was doing things to him, reaching places he would never have dreamed of. Harris was a fool.

The bed shook with their combined movements, adding to the momentum that was driving them remorselessly towards the same dark cliff. Moaning in long sighs Cordelia helplessly bowed her back, dimly grateful for the large capable hands that smoothed over her hips, meshing under the small of her back and raising her up to meet his heavy and by now pounding thrusts.

Sitting back on his heels with every muscle locked in corded concentration, Angel watched out of slitted eyes as the coiling inside Cordelia reached a peak, raising a deep rosy flush to spread over her chest from tightly puckered nipples to her neck, bringing every life giving vein to exquisite relief.

Oh God, the sight had his balls tightening, pulling into his body as a frantic climax threatened.

Their loins met with slapping impacts and feeling the deep contractions start to milk his shaft, Angel roughly gathered her up, pulling her into his embrace to give her something to cling onto with hands clawed and digging into his naked shoulders as the whirlpool sucked her under with its relentless flood.

Bucking violently and swept along under the heavy tow of an orgasm like nothing she’d ever experienced solo, she felt rather than heard the hoarse scream that escaped from her parched throat and unknown to either she drew blood with her nails.

Seconds or minutes later, draped over his crushing hands like a sacrificial offering with her arms out-flung and limp, the blissful fog lifted leaving Cordelia dazed and powerless to do anything except be swept along and clutch his sweat-soaked head tight to her as Angel slammed up for a few more erratic and jerky thrusts before tensing like bow-string, pulsing and throbbing deep inside her as he came too.

***

Drifting back to earth Cordelia became aware of two things; Angel was crushing her to the mattress but instead of being relaxed and sated he was tense with his head turned towards the open bedroom door. Then lust-addled brain kicking back into gear she heard a voice she recognised, “Angel, I… thought, I mean I brought you some blood.”

“Buffy,” he acknowledged, feeling Cordelia tense underneath him. He could only imagine what the blonde slayer was seeing with that horrified wide-eyed stare.

Rolling Angel dragged up the sheet to cover them both, then sliding out and tucking it modestly over a frozen Cordelia he moved to stand, unashamedly naked on the other side. He met Buffy’s stricken gaze without flinching.

“Thanks for the blood but I have plenty.”

Swallowing hard, she ignored him to painfully jerk her eyes between him and the huddled shape under the sheet, “What’s going on, I don’t understand…any of this.”

Why should you? You sent me to hell and then when I got back looking for comfort, dumped me. He didn’t say any of that, what would be the point? “This is really bad timing, Buffy. I think you should go.” He said it as gently as he possibly could.

“But the curse, how could take a risk like that?” The high-pitched tone of her voice warned she was warming up for a fight.

Angel smiled mirthlessly. So, Willow and Giles had decided to keep it a secret that the fledgling witch had neglected to reinstate the happiness clause in his curse. Casually turning to reach for his pants Angel stepped into them and pulled them over his nakedness before answering, “Why don’t you let me worry about that, or, better yet go and ask Giles why it’s not a problem anymore.”

Under the sheet he saw Cordelia’s dark head pop out, not enough for Buffy to see her properly but enough for him to tell she’d already known, just as he’d guessed.

Hurting and lost on how to cope, never mind respond, Buffy did leave, leaving the new lovers to a strained silence. Sighing Angel sat beside what he guessed was her hip and gently pulled back the sheet to reveal guarded hazel eyes. “You knew about the curse didn’t you?”

Reluctantly, Cordy nodded, “I overheard Willow and Giles talking about it when they thought the library was empty. Pretty revealing how they think about you don’t you think?”

Angel didn’t reply, just nodded and ducked his head. Wryly guessing he was still smarting over that Cordy just had to ask, “So, does this mean next time I see you you’re gonna pretend this never happened?”

He surprised her, “No, it means that next time I see you I’ll say Hi, and then we’ll take it from there.”

That had her feeling guilty and low- like a warmed over turd, “I was using you to get back at Xander and Willow.” She admitted and waited for disgust to travel over his hard features.

“Were you thinking about them while I was making love to you?”

“No,” she frowned then, realising they’d been as far away from her thoughts as was possible.

“That’s okay then.”

THE END

Helen

Posted January 21, 2016 by califi in Complete

Convergence   Leave a comment

Title: Convergence  Convergence ficpic
Author: Helen
Posted: 31/05/05
Rating: NC-17 Smut
Email
Category: Smut
Content: C/A
Summary & notes: Sequel to Eclipse and my second (deliberate) p-w-p and like its prequel its all smut. That’s pretty much all you need to know. See notes at end for more
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: AA/GT/FSB. Anyone else, please ask.
Notes: This is now complete, and partially re-written. Also as it is now standalone.
Thanks/Dedication: To Lysa for the wonderful ficpic on Eclipse and to make up for me being such a ditzy friend *more severe grovelling*:love: And this faboo ficpic is by the lovely Laurencedec.*hugs*
Feedback: Yup, feeding is good. Usual stuff on constructive criticism:kiss:


“How the hell did we get into this conversation, or this position?”

Cordelia shrugged, “You getting snippy ‘cause I pointed out vampires don’t have a sex-drive.”

Amused, Angel asked, “Changed your mind yet?”

Straddling him with the red silk of her dress spread out around their thighs, Cordelia gripped the back of the couch next to Angel’s head. Staring into onyx eyes with a challenge sparking in hazel depths, she ground down on the hardening bulge. There wasn’t so much as a hint of surprise on his face.

“Maybe,” she conceded and licking her lips, shivered with spiralling excitement. “You don’t seem surprised. Do girls climb onto your lap a lot?”

Full lips quirked, “Not so as I’ve noticed, no.”

A slow gyration sent pure heat flaming from her centre. Breathless, she replied, “I think you’d notice something like that, wouldn’t you?”

Gripping her hips with both hands and flexing his upwards, Angel managed a straight face. “I guess it depends on the girl. There’s more than one part of me notices you no matter if you’re in my lap or not.”

Cordelia was mesmerised by the slow, heated sensuality in his eyes. Whoa, where had all that impassiveness gone. Then some shutters came down and it was back; reminding her of his notorious self control. Wondering if she had the power to break that control had her own arousal streaking, and she said, “Should I be flattered?”

“You decide.”

They both knew he wasn’t just talking about being flattered. The urgency thrumming where they were pressed together posed a demand all of its own.

Rather than reply Cordelia curled her free hand around his neck, and leaning in nuzzled her nose against his. Breathing in deeply the scent of soap, cologne and man before brushing his lips with hers, she murmured, “I want to be in control this time, Angel. Tonight, I make all the decisions, okay?”

Drowsy sensuality lit dark depths and his tip-tilted smile drew her gaze to full lips, “Go for it.”

Bolder this time, Cordelia ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his mouth. When Angel didn’t open to the silent demand, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped sharply. His deep chuckle pissed her off and only made her more determined. She might have been a virgin until a few weeks ago but she was pretty darned good at research these days. Angel was about to find out just how good.

Pouring every bit of pent up passion into their kiss; she felt him throb under the silk of damp panties and moaned her approval. The thrill of knowledge was deeply visceral. No matter how much control he had over the rest of his body, there was one part of him that would always give Angel away.

She was getting to him big-time.

But this wasn’t all about Angel. This was about her too and what she wanted. Cordelia wanted more of what she’d tasted at his mansion. Their meeting at the Bronze had been accidental and pretty embarrassing for the former Queen of Sunnydale High, but locked away in the single furnished room in her parent’s house, Cordelia forget about anything except for what her impulsive move had gained her – Pleasure.

Using his broad, jacket covered shoulders for support she lifted herself and locking gazes with him, circled that intriguing throb with only the barest brushes of her panties. As she did his hands bit into the cheeks of her bottom, the fingers contouring the ripe curves.

“Can you feel that, too?”

“You know I can. Plan on tormenting me do you?” he asked, the remote look on his face belied by the roughened tone of his deep voice.

Two could play impassive, “Always. You might have heard of me. I’m Cordelia Chase.”

Angel’s “Hmm,” was swallowed by another kiss slow, this time deep and hinting of a duel. She’d taken down her hair when they got here and now it spilled over her bare shoulders and tumbled down her back. One of his hands gripped a fistful of the glossy mass, pressing her closer and mutely urging her on.

Cordelia needed no urging and instinctively slanted her mouth to deepen the kiss. Her hips circled faster with the movements becoming erratic as her center turned molten at the torturously brief and teasing caresses. Tendrils of lust curled up and surged like molten honey through her veins. Dazed, she broke the kiss and opened heavy-lidded eyes to see the slight smile curving that clever mouth.

She was losing herself in her own pleasure. She needed him to keep up. Gasping, Cordelia lifted up and ignoring the screaming protest between legs as weak as noodles, lifted both arms to open the dress’s clasp at her nape.

Free, the silk slithered down to catch on tightly budded nipples. Accepting the invitation cool hands cupped both heavy globes, pinching the rosy tip between thumb and finger. It was unbelievably erotic. Cordelia’s head tipped back as pleasure streaked from breast to loins.

“God, I’ve wanted your hands on me for weeks. I nearly called you so many times.”

The admission seemed pulled from her. A flick of thumbs over the sensitive peaks had twin jolts of electricity shooting directly to her core. Eyes never leaving her flushed face, Angel returned the favour, “I’ve stood by and watched men undressing you with their eyes and wanted to rip them right out. You should have called me. It might have saved me some pretty violent daydreams.”

Cordelia had no time to wonder at that stark admission uttered so casually before he clasped her wrists. Eyes glittering with dark and sensual appreciation, Angel flattened her hands under his on his knees. Arranged like that she was artfully displayed with the taut peaks of her breasts revealed in their full glory.

“You have beautiful breasts,” he murmured, bringing one hand back into play; testing their weight and trailing a whisper soft finger along the sensitive underside.

Goosebumps chased over her skin and a clever comeback was impossible. Swallowing hard, she settled for a simple, “Thanks,” and trembled in her restrictive position. She groaned low with anticipation when that dark spiky head came off the couch, capturing a rosy nipple and suckling it deep into the cool cavern of his mouth.

Hotter streaks shot from breast to loins and she muttered, “Oh God! That feels so good.”

Unknown to Cordelia that signaled the end of her brief dominion.

Releasing her hands powerful forearms guided her over his rigid shaft. Then ruthlessly if gently, Angel rocked her delicate flesh, shielded still by silk panties, over the stretched fabric of cotton pants that barely restrained the burgeoning flesh that ached to be buried in her damp heat.

She was still new to the seductive and weakening thrill of lovemaking and buffeted by rocketing pleasure, Cordelia could only latch onto whatever solid part of him she could reach and hold on as the sensual assault on her senses continued unabated.

Choppy breaths and incoherent moans filled the room as Cordelia clutched Angel closer, pinned in place by a building tension, gathering and blooming in a mini inferno between her thighs. Everything conspired to keep her lost in the moment.

Half dressed, with him fully dressed and sprawled on her parents couch; all alone in the house, the strangely erotic, slightly seedy nature of this encounter called to something wild and reckless inside Cordelia. Too soon it became too much. Swept inexorably along, stars burst behind hazel eyes squeezed shut as the tide of her release tossed her up and over the edge of orgasm.

It was his deep voice that called her back to earth, “So, you think you’re up to calling the shots, tonight?”

Unthreading her fingers and trailing them down his shirt, Cordelia sucked in a trembling breath and tried to still her quaking thighs, “Yeah. You’re a guy as well as a vamp, should be a snip.” He didn’t need to say this was far from over. The demanding throb of him offered all the warning she needed.

To Angel, Cordelia was a sensualists dream with a face and figure that had unneeded breathes catching in his chest. He hadn’t been kidding earlier when he’d told her that the facts about vampire sexuality wasn’t something Rupert Giles would have ever gotten into with the teenage scoobies. Vampires are sensual if base creatures designed purely to feel and sate every physical desire, only warped by the need to inflict pain. He would never hurt Cordelia, but the want was there, a dark thread running beneath the thrumming of his reawakened sexuality.

Her pounding pulse with the blood racing under the thin veneer of fragile skin was a delicious and terrible siren song. Mesmerized, dark eyes travelled over the beautiful, rumpled female straddling his lap, mapping the hectic flush of physical completion that spread from her heaving chest to the throbbing vein in her temple. Under her, his erection was exquisitely painful and the musk of her arousal; moist, warm and fragrant dampened them both where she sat. Aroused beyond bearing, it was all he could do to lock down the urge to throw her down on the nearest flat surface and ravish her.

It was a far cry from a few hours earlier. Seeing her in the Bronze; alone, proud and hurting from the way she was being ignored had called to him in the strongest way. Half expecting a sharp rebuff he’d obeyed the impulse to comfort and gone to her, ignoring the impatient call of Buffy who hadn’t expected him to leave straight after delivering the message from Giles.

However, duty done, Angel hadn’t seen the need to stick around. After a few face-saving minutes of forced laughter and conversation, Cordelia had agreed to let him escort her home. Once there she’d invited him in and guessing that she didn’t want to be alone he’d agreed to a coffee.

The mug of bitter brown was cooling on the low table now standing a few feet away from the couch. The contents of that table had nearly been sent scattering when Cordelia, following some nameless impulse to ensure she had his full and undivided attention had made her move. Unknown to the intent brunette, Angel had pushed it cautiously away with his foot while she got comfortable on his lap.

Now relaxing his arms to lay harmlessly across his middle and leaning back with a tight smile, Angel conceded all, “In that case, give it your best shot. I think I can take it.”

He saw the challenge register and the smile twisted, realizing he’d just given her all of the incentive she needed to really drag this out and drive him crazy. Face expressionless, Angel gave a silent groan of mingled despair and anticipation.

She didn’t keep him in suspense for long. Stepping gracefully off him to stand barefoot on the carpet, Cordelia shimmied off the dress to stand gloriously naked except for the skimpiest pair of red silk panties he’d ever seen. Unbound and wayward, waves of long glossy dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and curled around pert, full breasts.

Jesus, he was going to explode. Only centuries of experience kept the strain from showing on his face. Fingers curling into his palms to calm the tingling need to touch, Angel kept his heavy lidded gaze on Cordelia’s sultry face as she approached to grasp his belt and tug him to lie lower.

Nimble fingers undid his belt and he had to hiss in a breath when she brushed against his mutinous erection. Pulling down the zipper was better and so much worse all at the same time. Any thoughts that she may have done this before were squashed when his flesh sprung free and Cordelia’s eyes rounded with stunned surprise. Rosy full lips formed an ‘O’.

He grinned despite being racked with unsatisfied need. “I never got used to so many layers,” he said to explain the lack of underwear, adding, “Didn’t you see me last time?”

“Yeah, but I had other things on my mind,” like his tongue where she’d never been kissed before, Cordelia added silently. “Besides, this is a lot more…y’know up close and personal than last time.”

“You don’t have to-“

Hazel eyes rolled before he’d finished, “I know that. I want to. Now shush, you’re distracting me” Sitting back on her heels and supremely comfortable with being naked, Cordelia surveyed him and a moment later she grinned, saying, “I like you semi-clothed. It makes it seem more…” pausing, she searched for the right words.

“Clandestine and furtive?” suggested, Angel wondering if she had any idea how much of a temptress she was. “You surprise me, I always got the impression you liked being romanced in a big way.”

Embarrassment chased cross expressive features. Suddenly needing to be busy she sat up and began attacking the buttons of his shirt. A large hand covered hers, stopping the agitated action. Looking up under her lashes, Cordelia met his enigmatic look and felt her flush deepen.

“Sunnydale’s a small town. Hot men aren’t exactly lining the streets and meeting new guys that aren’t a pathetic waste of manhood is practically impossible. Why do you think I took up with a total loser like Xander-”

At the mention of that name, Angel pushed up from the couch and grasping under her arms, pulled her close and between his spread thighs. “I wasn’t accusing you or judging you about anything. Everybody has fantasies. It’s human.” Done talking and swooping down, Angel claimed her lips in a kiss intended to re-ignite the passion he’d stupidly doused.

It worked. Reassured Cordelia relaxed and the seductress returned. Kissing him back, Cordy got back to opening the buttons that hid him from her. Finished, she spread the blue silk wide and smoothed her palms over the hard slabs of muscle contouring his chest. They jumped under her touch and emboldened, she swirled her tongue around his and sucked it into her mouth.

Suckling, sipping, sweeping and chasing one another the kiss became torrid as more than just Cordelia’s passion was relit. To make amends, Angel let her win that intimate battle and docilely resumed his former position when she pushed at his shoulders.

“In that case,” she said breathlessly, finishing the conversation with a reckless glitter warming hazel eyes, “You can keep the rest on until I tell you take them off.”

His “Yes, Ma’am,” became strangled when Cordelia wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gripped him hard. An exploratory swipe with the flat of her tongue across the broad head later, and dimly he heard her tease, “I think we’re done with conversation. Don’t you?”

Oh yeah.

Mere seconds afterwards sweat was beading on his forehead and chest. Slumped on the couch and holding the sagging cushion in a twin death grip, Angel watched helplessly enthralled as those rosy lips enveloped him and then sank down until the velvet of her upper mouth convulsed gently along the super sensitive head.

Inside that moist molten cavern her tongue fluttered over the upper ridges and swirled across the smooth tip. Grinding his head back into soft loam, Angel groaned and closed his eyes, reaching for control even as it slipped further and further out of reach. Panting and opening his eyes again because closed the sensation were too acute, Angel’s vision blurred as pleasure whipped through his taut body.

Because he was afraid of making her gag, Angel tried not to buck but in the end he was helpless not to; trying to drive deeper into that sinful warmth as the last vestiges of civilised man started to shred. While the hot, wet suckle of her mouth blew off the top of his head, her hair tickled his skin and her nails dug into the undersides of his thighs as she used her weight to hold him down.

Cordelia was trying to control him and neither cared that she was failing miserably as she took him deep, again and again. Coldness fled as torrid heat raced under his skin. Dark eyes feverish, Angel watched that dark head bob relentlessly between his thighs; the widely stretched carnal mouth devouring his flesh with complete abandon.

Swathes of dark hair tumbled down and obscured his view. Before Angel could unscramble his wits enough to reach down and smooth it away, Cordelia flipped the glossy mass aside without losing her stride.

She was a dream he’d been begging to come true for a century; wanting, giving, taking, and wild and utterly shameless in her delight over the pleasures of the flesh.God! He wanted to fuck her so hard it hurt. The air was redolent with sex and none of it was coming from him. Every lungful of air was thick and spiced with her excitement and it was just one more blissful torment he could do without.

Grunting against the unbearable pleasure, his knuckles turned white and the sole’s of his feet burned. Cordelia was supposed to have been a novice. All he could think amongst the white noise blaring in his head was that either he was losing his edge, or high schools were now doing oralsex101.

His beautiful girl better not have been trying this out on anyone else, or he’d have some castrating to do. His knuckles cracked and the fabric tore as Angel strained not to come. He had no idea he was groaning her name in a mindless chant. His girl? The echo of a memory refused to surface and his hooded gaze never strayed from the intent, incredibly sinful picture she made.

He was doing okay- not great, but okay, until one hand cupped and rolled the soft sacs nestled under the base; then all thought fled. When the other gripped him harder and rode his length as if feeding the stunningly ravenous mouth and flickering tongue waiting above, Angel was catapulted to the point of explosion.

“Jesus!…Fuck! he exploded hoarsely, arching his back as surging ecstasy threatened to undo him completely. He was about to come in about one…two…

Desperate, Angel jacknifed upright and snatched her up under her arms. One moment Cordelia was glorying in her ability to make Angel lose it- and loving every millisecond of it- and the next she was airborne and then bouncing into the cushions of the old couch.

Coming up from a triumphant and carnal fog, Cordelia blinked and focused on Angel, kneeling between her legs now with his hands braced on either side. He was shaking like an addict gone cold-turkey. In a way she supposed he had. She’d felt him swell even more just before he’d wrenched her away.

With his dark hair matted and damp and head tucked into his chest, Angel was breathing raggedly as if he actually needed the oxygen. Licking her lips and eyeing him warily, she asked, “Why did you stop me?”

In answer, Angel gave a broken laugh and gripping the edges of the couch, dropped his head to rest on her belly, shaking it in mute denial of what had nearly happened. “Cordelia…” he finally rasped, his voice muffled, “Where the hell did you learn how do that?”

That one was easy. “I found a copy of ‘The Joy of Sex’” she didn’t mention it was Xander who ‘accidentally’ left it in her book bag as a hint they should get a bit more physical. Whoo boy wasn’t she glad she’d hadn’t had an empty house back then? The only reason Loser Harris was still groin-intacto was they’d never actually acted on it.

Disappointed, Cordelia crossed her arms under her breasts and glared down at that head still buried under her ribs. “So, what happened to me being in charge and you being able to take it?”

That at least got him sitting up and scrubbing a hand over his damp face. Angel even had a slight flush decorating those to-die-for cheekbones. “I overestimated myself,” he admitted baldly, “either that or I underestimated you. Either way, my estimation was way off and we’re changing the game plan.”

Hearing that, Cordelia’s jaw dropped. “Just because you’re trigger happy, doesn’t mean we have to change the game plan. I happened to like the game plan as it was-“

“Tough.” The leather jacket went sailing into the corner by the empty magazine stand.

Next the shirt was peeled off and sent flying with a flick of a hand. Caught by the impressive play of heavy muscles on Angel’s torso she had to think why that wasn’t acceptable either.

Cordelia remembered just as he stood to shuck off his pants. “Hey! I never said you could get undressed.”

“What can I say, it’s a wacky world.”

“Well…unwack it.” Pausing, she eyed him balefully as he hunkered down in front of her as naked as she was, “Why are you grinning at me like that?”

“Nothing… it’s just,” Caught, Angel shrugged, “That sounded dirty is all.”

He caught one foot and had to chase the other one as Cordelia decided to be obstinate. When he did catch it, she glared again, “Pervert.”

“Careful, I’m not the one with a fetish for clothes.” Cocking his head, Angel flicked her an unreadable look as he slowly dragged her down to meet him, “is that why you had all those accounts at clothing stores, feeding your obsession?”

“Haa haa, can we dial down on the humour? It isn’t funny and doesn’t suit you.”

Naked and fully aroused, it was obvious her being upset about the sudden turn around in dominance wasn’t going to stop anything. It didn’t occur to her to tell him she didn’t want this. If she tried they’d both know she’d be lying.

Close enough to lock an arm around her waist; Angel was content not to penetrate yet. Brushing some wayward hair off her rebellious face, he sighed and planted a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. Then solemnly he said, “I’m sorry this isn’t turning out the way you planned. Best way I can explain it is I haven’t had regular sex for a very long time, and for some reason that luscious body, or that feisty mouth of yours, I haven’t decided which…can send me to the edge a lot quicker than I like.”

Mollified despite herself, Cordelia refused to give into him so easily. “You’re only saying that so I’ll let you get away with it.”

Kissing her sulky mouth, Angel shrugged a broad shoulder, suggesting tongue-in-cheek, “maybe we can try again after I’ve come a few times.”

She didn’t let him down and soon enough, Angel got the response he was expecting. It was surprising how quickly he’d gotten accustomed to her brand of affection. Arching her neck to give him access to nuzzle, she muttered, “Maybe I won’t feel like it then and won’t you be sorry, asshole.”

Rather than reply, he simply scooted down and sliding his hands around and under golden-skinned thighs, bent down to kiss the damp curls nestled between them. Cordelia’s instant melting belied her words. Gently, Angel burrowed to reach plump flesh already begging for a firmer touch. He didn’t give it. Instead he continued to nuzzle and kiss, supping only very rarely at the liquid arousal pooling at her centre.

Her fingers speared into his hair. “God, Angel don’t tease me.”

He didn’t answer her- couldn’t. Him tease her? She couldn’t know how much the scent of her was going to haunt him. For weeks after the last time he’d woken up with his palm fisting his aching sex, sobbing with frustration as the dream faded taking with it the taste of her. The taste he gorged himself on now- very slowly.

His thumbs parted her labia for the long pointed swipe that had Cordelia arching with a hissing moan at the final flick over her clitoris. Angel didn’t feel the dig of her nails into his scalp. Quivering thighs were kept wide apart by broad shoulders. Open and vulnerable, Cordelia was helpless to stop the mewls that fled her lips as swirling eddies of pleasure threatened to suck her under.

Blunt teeth gripped and held the flushed bud in place for more tormenting flicks while a long finger slid up and down dripping flesh; spreading the creamy juice to coat her thoroughly before thrusting deep without warning inside her. Cordelia’s bottom lifted and she gasped at the unexpected intrusion even as her senses went into a wild spin.

Moving her hands to grip his shoulders, Cordelia felt the quake of her womb and knew she was going to come again. Instead of a demand it came out a whimper. “I don’t want your finger- I want you, dumbass.”

Angel’s head came up, dark eyes gleaming with feral lights. A second finger joined the first and thrust deep. “And your going to get me- lots of times,” he warned in a rough, low voice, “More times than you can count until you don’t remember what’s it’s like not having me inside of you.”

At any other time that statement would have sounded dumb; a hackneyed quote from a cheesy romance novel. Now, with the deadly serious light in his eyes it propelled her to the edge.

Oh God The quake intensified and he must have seen it in her wide eyes because Angel made an abrupt decision. Before the first wave of her orgasm hit, he lunged up and unerringly speared into her. Cordelia screamed at the intensity of the pleasure and their combined weight dug hollows into the couch under her back and head.

Hard hands gripped her wrists painlessly and his lips ground down on hers as Angel finally lost control and hammered into her. The slap of their loins was drowned out by the drumming of her pulse as she was swept up and over, cresting on a rip-tide of pleasure that crashed over every nerve. He was thicker and harder than his fingers, rasping the delicate tissues of her sex in a remorseless rhythm that intensified her contractions even as it brought him to orgasm, too.

Cordelia would never be sure if she lost consciousness for a second. The only thing she did know was coming back to earth to find a heavy, sweat dampened vampire sprawled over her upper body, and that her hands were free.

Sliding one up to his nape and threading her fingers into their favourite place, she closed her eyes and smiling, asked, “Are you okay, or have I just found a new way of slaying vampires?”

His lips moved into a smile against her shoulder, “Talk about dying happy.”

“Is that what you are- happy?”

“That depends on whether you have a bed we can move into,” Angel said, still muffled, “My knees are killing me, here.”

She couldn’t help it. Peels of laughter had her legs curling up around his ribs.

When it went on too long, Angel pushed up and warned, “Shut-up, Cordy, or I swear I’m finding a gag.”

THE END

Helen

Posted January 21, 2016 by califi in Complete

As They Are Now   Leave a comment

Title: As They Are Now
Author: Helen
Posted: 07/03
Rating: NC-17
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Category: Smut
Content: C/A
Summary: Bedroom romps!
Spoilers: AU S5
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Notes: This is a mini sequel to Lost and Found and I wrote it cos I needed some fluffy smut after writing my last two to get my mind out of the gutter, but not right out cos it’s still smut right!!
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THE HYPERION HOTEL – BEDROOM IN THE MORNING

It was over a month now since they had finally resolved their differences and become an ‘official’ couple and she didn’t know how he did it, kept things to damned hot. When you down to basics it was all about the joining of two bodies, so surely she should be getting used to it and him by now. But she wasn’t and she loved it, how the hell he’d stayed celibate for nearly a century she’d never understand.

It’s not just that he was horny, that was too …..Common, no it was more the sheer sensuality of him, hidden beneath the black clothes and stern, stoic expression. Jeeze the guy could melt an ice cap if he wanted to and she had no chance resisting him when he turned all of that heat on her.

She watched him sleep, delighting in the fact that he didn’t wake up the minute she made a move or something, as if he was getting used to sleeping with her and even in deep sleep trusted her on some subconscious level, that meant a lot.

Then there was the fact that he was so damned beautiful to look at that she loved to just look at him, something she was uncomfortable doing when he was awake and aware of her. She leaned her head on her hand, her dark hair drifting to rest on her naked breasts.

She smiled softly and resisted the urge to reach over and trace the lines of his face and especially those lips of his, hmmm full lips that were totally masculine with a wicked curve to them when he wanted them too and boy the things he did to her with them.

She blushed and forced her reluctant mind back from the memories that were constantly popping into her head at the most inconvenient times and making her blush a deep red and that was another thing he loved doing, making her blush, as frequently as possible. She’d worked with him for four years and she’d never realised what a smutty mind he had.

She looked over the bedroom towards the balcony doors, the drapes were firmly closed to make sure no stray sunlight hit him, the bright sunlight outside lit a glow in the room bright enough that lighting a lamp wasn’t necessary. She should get up she thought, it was past the start of her working day but she didn’t want to leave just yet, was enjoying the view too much.

He lay on his front next to her but curved toward her, the sheet only covered him to the hip and she ran admiring eyes along his magnificent physique way too many times to count. His chin rested on one hand tucked underneath and in sleep he looked quite boyish with the long lashes and those lips, OK she admitted to herself “So I have a thing for his lips, get over it”, she grinned cheekily, delighted with herself, him and the world right then.

Not that she didn’t have a ‘thing’ for the rest of him too, “get your mind out of the gutter Cor” she berated herself, rolling her eyes. It was all his fault; he was corrupting her with all the hot sex and…”Get a grip”!

There was only one thing missing now and that was the dorky side of him that he showed so rarely if ever now, it was if that had been burned out of him or something and she missed it. She knew she hadn’t appreciated him enough at the time but she refused to feel bad about it, they were both guilty of that at some point over the time they’d known one another, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was getting him to laugh, she was downright and absolutely determined to make him laugh and not just a chuckle; oh no, she wanted a deep belly laugh, ‘a roll around the floor laughing your ass of laugh’ before she would be satisfied.

Just imaging it made her lips curve into a smile so wide it lit her whole face and made her gorgeous hazel eyes sparkle and that was what he saw when he opened his eyes. When she saw he was awake she gave into temptation and laid a warm hand on his cheek, cupping and caressing with soft fingers.

“I’m sorry did I wake, I should have got out of bed but I didn’t want to leave just yet, you looked so relaxed and peaceful”, she gave him a rueful, apologetic smile but her eyes remained full of soft warmth.

That warmth seemed to flood his entire body and he tingled all over with it, he didn’t turn over, he couldn’t because every time she looked at him like that he got hard and his lack of self-control where she was concerned embarrassed him.

That look had the power to turn him on more than anything else, not even the world’s raunchiest lap dance could heat him up as quickly. Well OK, lets be honest if it was her doing it, maybe on a par. Helplessly he smiled back at her, his lips curving high and bringing a twinkle to brown eyes the colour of sinfully dark chocolate.

She scooted down to get closer to him and pressed her warm body against his cool one, relishing the differences between them, him so hard and masculine against her much softer, curvier body.

“You’re gorgeous” he said and then looked surprised he’d said it out-loud.

“Why thank you, you can tell me that anytime” she laughingly replied and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment to enjoy his taste and texture.

“Do that again”, he asked; the smile in his eyes remained but his lips were perfectly straight now, playfully solemn with one eyebrow raised in that way he had, as if not sure of the response he would get. Oh he knew how to turn on the boyish charm did this one, she thought as she leaned down to repeat the tender caress.

He caught her lips this time as she’d known he would, one hand came up to cup the back of her head and keep her lips to his. He didn’t open his mouth though, just brushed his lips across hers once and then twice as if seeking permission from her. She gave it by opening her own mouth and gently tracing the opening of his and then dipping lightly inside, brushing her tongue against his and then against the soft roof of his mouth.

“Hmmm” his purring approval vibrated into her and she matched it with one of her own, the kiss deepened a little, but not too much; as neither of them was in any big hurry, wanting to just explore softly. He returned the favour, changing the position of the kiss to give him better access to her and plunging his tongue inside slow and deep.

She cupped his checks and then moved back to trace his ears with sensitive and knowing fingers, brushing the short hair behind them with a gentle brushing motion of her nails. He shivered a little and she smiled against his lips, he smiled back and then started to kiss her again, impatient for more.

She trailed her hands down his sides, continuing with the light brushing motions and using her fingertips and nails, he shivered again and squirmed a little and that was it, a little imp woke inside her and she couldn’t help but return to his sides, trailing her fingers again, he growled a little.

“Stop that, it tickles”, he muttered crossly, nipping the end of her nose with sharp white teeth and then kissing it to sooth any hurt, just to make sure he pulled his other hand free to snag hers intending to give a little warning squeeze but she evaded him.

“Might as well go all the way” she thought to herself and dived in, ducking her head into his neck just above his collarbone and tickling like crazy.

“Oy” he shouted doubling over and trying to jerk away but she was merciless and giggling like a madwoman, he went to lift her up and away but she he wrapped her legs around his wildly swinging body and held on, her nails were short as they were a pain in the ass to maintain so she knew she wouldn’t hurt him.

He started to laugh helplessly and that just made her even more determined and more she laughed too, half in nervous tension and half in hysteria at the craziness of what she was doing. They wrestled for a bit but he couldn’t shake her loose without risking hurting her and anyway he was laughing too damn hard.

“You’re in for it now” he warned when he finally got her pinned to the bed his big hard body covering every inch of hers, her hands wrapped by his; their fingers were intertwined and despite the stern and menacing look he was trying to give her, she could tell he wasn’t angry with her.

That was all the warning she got though, before he got his own back and despite screaming, breathlessly at him to stop, he tickled her with ruthless precision, knowing exactly which spots to hit and how.

“Oh god, Angel, stop I can’t breathe, please”, she begged him, squealing at the next attack on her sides.

“Nuh Uh, not finished”, she could only open her eyes for an instant before they were wet with laughter tears again and she saw his evil grin.

He moved down her body with lightening speed and grabbed her feet; she shrieked then and tried to tuck them back up to her body. She got one tucked under her bottom but he had the other one, so he was satisfied with that, she kicked back and tried to lever herself up the bed but was simply laughing and screaming too hard and loud to be able to do much.

He was laughing again by then, enjoying her antics and having fun teasing her and getting her back for tickling him when he was just getting ready to take their lovemaking to the next level. He still intended to but not yet.

He must have lost concentration for a minute and stopped watching the motions of her muscles to see which way she would twist or turn next so that he could counter it, she bucked hard and he lost her ankle and she twisted hard to roll over, they ended up facing one another both naked and kneeling on the bed.

“Get back here Cordy”, he instructed menacingly, his face a big smirk, brows lowered over dark glinting eyes and wickedly curling lips. He rolled his shoulders and neck, causing the muscles to ripple as if getting ready for some action. All he needed to do to complete the picture was crack his knuckles.

“How can a guy called Angel manage to look so much like a devil”, she said with mock amazement and then she stuck out her tongue and followed it with an evil grin of her own, she gasped giggling with genuine hysteria when he dived over the bed, hands outstretched and reaching for her.

But she wasn’t daft and moved off the bed by scooting backwards, never taking her eyes of him, god she loved him like this all playful and wicked, she didn’t care what he had planned it was all worth it and anyway she was nowhere near ready to give up yet.

“A girl like you should never stick out her tongue like that; gives a guy ideas” said Angel with mock concern like a teacher telling of an errant pupil. He sat up in all his naked splendour on the centre of the bed, watching her watch him both trying to guess the next move the other would make.

Angel appeared to give up and rolled back on the bed to stretch himself out, his arms over his head and muscular chest arched up, his hard shaft proudly erect and on full display. Wow what a picture Cordy couldn’t help but think some very lustful thoughts and wish she could just climb on and sink down and then down some more, hmmmm.

She had no chance, her mind utterly preoccupied with the things she would like to do with that body when he flipped himself up and off the bed in a microsecond, he advanced on her, deliberately not going straight for her, waiting to see which way she would go, she knew he loved the chase.

“You did that deliberately” she said accusingly, her eyes wide with shock.

“Yeah” he said with another smirk, pleased as punch it had worked; he didn’t usually care if he was naked or dressed to her utter embarrassment when she walked in on him in the buff, but he’d caught her checking him out on more than one of those occasions and had used it now.

She giggled again and moved to the left, he mirrored the action instantly trying not to get distracted by the bountiful display of full breast and curving hips, he was so hard he was aching but he was satisfied to wait, he had forgotten what fun just playing could be, plus she was definitely giving him some ideas.

“So tell me” she said conversationally “What are gonna do when you catch me”.

“Oh I dunno” he said casually walking closer but circling so that she still didn’t know which direction to take, “fuck your brains out maybe”, he said it crudely on purpose and then waited for her reaction. He wasn’t disappointed her dark stain spread over her cheeks and breast and the nipples became even more pointed.

He let her see his nostrils flare so that she knew he had caught the arousal she couldn’t hope to hide from him.

“Oh really” she said, breathlessly, “what makes you think my legs won’t be locked at the knees”, she raised a questioning brow and stick her nose in the air, tapping her fingers against one arm, playing prom queen to the hilt.

“You think that matters?” he said letting his eyes travel down to the curls at the juncture of her thighs and licking his lips.

She had to fight the urge to just lie down and let him have his way, instead she lifted one hand and cupped her own breast, lifting it up and rubbing one thumb over the nipple, his eyes watched the movement mesmerised.

His cock twitched with even greater arousal and she let her other hand travel down her taut stomach to the curls he’d been admiring before, letting her fingers dip into them but going no lower, teasing them both.

“How can it not” she said in a husky, desire filled voice, the smokey sound travelling between them and wrapping around him like a caress.

His lust filled gaze narrowed on her hand, still playing with the now damp curls and he swallowed, his face was taut with the desire he was feeling himself. The playfulness was gone leaving only them with only sharp and piercing need.

He answered after a few taut tensions filled seconds, his eyes travelling back up-to her face, and it was her turn to swallow at the fire in those devilish eyes. “Wanna find out?” he said darkly.

It was not a question he expected an answer for, using every bit of his vampirish speed he scooped her up high in his muscular arms, she kept her legs closed and stared down into his eyes, “You can’t do it and forcing my legs to open is cheating” she told him in a sing song voice, squirming against his sex at the same time to incite.

He didn’t need anymore inciting, he lowered her feet to the floor and then placed both hands on her shoulders, pushing down inexorably until she was sitting down on the rug then turning her on her front.

She didn’t resist wondering what he thought he could do, he sat on her bottom and pressed her legs inside his and leaned over so that his lips touched her ear.

“So you wanna know how I can take you with your legs shut, right”? He asked, rubbing his lips against the sensitive shell.

She nodded, as far as she recalled from her childhood, women locked their legs to stop their husbands or whatever from having sex that was standard procedure for women to manipulate men, by refusing sex.

He chuckled and it caused a caused a tingle to run along her spine, “You are so innocent” he whispered, delighted and giving her a sucking biting kiss on the neck. “Forget ‘Educating Rita’ – if there’s gonna be any corrupting of Cordelia Chase it going to be by me”, he said in a deep possessive rumble.

He settled back and then moved up until he was directly under the cheeks of her bottom, using one hand he separated them and then dove a single finger into the cleft, reaching her in seconds and rubbing through the soft folds to reach her clitoris, he drew the finger in circles around her entrance drawing out and spreading the sweet juice and then bringing it to his lips to suck any off.

He lowered his chest to her back and then brought his hips towards her ass, not even needing to pull her cheeks apart but just plunging exquisitely slowly down until he was inside her. She gasped then and almost bucked but his weight kept her hips pressed to the floor and his confining legs kept hers firmly closed.

“So what was that you were saying”? He asked his voice husky now too, he bit back a groan at the hot wet clenching, drawing his hips back up and then repeating the slow plunging, his weight balanced on muscular arms.

She could hardly speak for the sensations, why was it even more intense when her legs were closed, the hard invasive shaft was so engorged that she was stretched and each plunging stroke scraped against her delicate inner tissues, she had no control over depth or speed, could do nothing but lie and accept what he was willing to give her.

She wrapped her small hands around his thick wrists and moaned, clenching her hands around him, needing something to hold onto, despite the slow rhythm his strokes were so deep she was rubbed against the pile on the rug beneath her, her nipples scraped but not hurting, just adding to the pleasure and making her feel as if she was being caressed over every inch front and back.

His body continued to move over her, sinking in and revelling in the tight hot clasp of her loins, she keened and gasped, bucking to try and get him to move faster but he wouldn’t knowing this position rubbed the tip of his cock directly over the little spot inside her body that he loved to torment until she screamed his name in unbearable hot pleasure.

They moved together; his much larger body so muscular and hard covered hers from top to bottom, his head tucked in to whisper in her ear, naughty things that made her wail with the intensity of the feelings invoked.

“By the time I’ve finished you won’t remember what it’s like not to have me inside you”, he muttered, his voice so low she felt rather than heard him.

“I want to fuck you all the time, take you right in front of anyone that looks at you so they know you’re mine”, the possessiveness was echoed by his plunging hips and she bucked again, helpless to fend off the orgasm that spilled through her willing body.

“On the desk even just sitting in a chair I want to just open your legs and eat you up”, he told her truthfully as he continued to ride her through it, his own spine tingled but he held it off by sheer will and gritted teeth. When she was finished and lay limp he came out of her, his sex glistened and pulsed, he scooped her up and carried her over the bed again, not to lay her on her it but to kneel her over the edge.

Her upper body was cushioned by the mattress and she clenched the covers as he pushed himself inside her again still from behind, she felt him kiss the back of her neck tenderly before he retreated until only the tip was inside her wet warmth but then he thrust hard and deep, making her scream.

“Aarghh” he groaned and leaned back taking deep breaths to centre himself again, “don’t wanna come yet”. He did again though and then carried on thrusting hard and fast, going deep and rough now but not hurting her.

“C’mon baby, I wanna feel it, come for me”, he whispered into her hair, feeling her tighten again, she wailed at pleasure that was almost pain and yet not, he leaned down further and bared her neck, his teeth scraped under her ear and then gripped the cord running down the side, clamping down in a primal stamp of sexual possession.

She came then and he did too, unable to hold off any longer and wanting to finish with her, she was utterly limp but he got them both back on the bed and tucked her so she faced him, her lips against his. Her small hands intertwined with his.

End.

Helen

Posted January 21, 2016 by califi in Complete

Aftermath 2   1 comment

RESEARCHING

That bite was driving her crazy, she had to know why he had done that to her, dammit she knew he hadn’t done that to Buffy during their one pelvic situation so why her? OK so she wasn’t the slayer but still it was more than that, she just knew it was.

She wasn’t crazy enough to go to him again though; psycho vamp was off the menu as far as she was concerned, no she would ask someone safer. Like Attila the Hun, Dracula himself or even Hannibal Lector but not Angel nooo, that way led to badness and sore necks.

“Yeah like any vamp is safer”, she muttered to herself as she stood waiting to enter Caritas, but afraid too, of Lorne. “Oh for craps sake, Cor just get in there” she stormed at herself, gearing up for it, what was she going to do otherwise; corner some stray vamp outside, not a good idea!

Inside it was fairly jumping and the bars and tables were full with patrons of both the demon and human persuasion, everyone looked like they were having a good time and the demon on stage was belting out a show tune which was surprisingly good, at least it sounded that way to her.

She meandered her way around keeping a sharp lookout for a green demon with flashy clothes and way too perceptive red eyes. She spotted him getting ready to join the other on the stage, microphone in hand. Good he was going to busy for a while; she relaxed and scanned the crowd looking for the familiar ridged face and yellow eyes of the vampire.

She spotted two of them sitting by themselves at a corner table, other demons tended to look down on vampires because of their once human history and it was a given that the humans who knew about them avoided them like the plague they were, but they were in for a surprise tonight that was for sure.

She approached the table and knew the moment they noticed her when surprise showed on their faces and a certain wariness at this unexpected intrusion, especially when she pulled out the remaining chair and sat down facing them. She leaned over the wooden top of the table and smiled her brightest smile at them, they just blinked at her.

“Hi guys, mind if I join you”? She asked her voice as bright and cheery as her smile. They looked at one another and then simultaneously picked up their glasses of blood and took sips, waiting for her to get to the point.

“I was just thinking” she said, still with the bright, cheerleaders voice, “that as I’m supposed to be a demon hunter I should know more about my prey ya’ know”, they looked at her as if she was crazy and she almost smiled, that was what she wanted them to think – then her next question wouldn’t seem so wacky.

Politely she waited for a response, “You’re a demon hunter” said one of them giving her a big, disbelieving grin, he was skinny and if it weren’t for the fangs about as scary as a teletubbie. Suck it up dumbass, she thought but didn’t say it.

“Yeah, so what do you think, could you answer some questions for me”? She asked with yet another big smile, the one that always got the goods when she really made the effort.

“Go ahead, my dear ” Said the other one, he hadn’t spoken before and his voice gave her the willies for some reason, despite the fact he wasn’t exactly huge either, so what, they can’t all be built like… no don’t go there, she told herself.

It was a slow night for them and they’d been bored; this crazy human was at least interesting and livened things up a bit, although if she asked ‘how do you kill vampires’ he would find an excuse to take her outside and eat her.

“Thanks” she said playing up the grateful part, “OK – hmm where to start, oh I know, how about this for an oldie but goodie”, she paused uncomfortable but hiding it. They leaned forward interested despite themselves.

“Why do vampires bite during sex” She raised an eyebrow at them when they choked and looked at her with total shock on their ferocious faces, it was quite a funny sight actually and her lips twitched.

The skinny one looked at the other who was obviously the leader and shrugged looking baffled, leaving him to answer or not. He sat back in his chair and the vamp face melted away leaving the pretty face of a young man. He leaned forward to rest his arms on the table and looked at her out of baby blue eyes; Cordy suddenly felt unnerved and decided to listen to the urge to retreat from the gleam in his eye.

She stood up to leave but he snaked out a hand and caught hers, “No don’t leave my dear, I’m more than willing to answer you”, it was definitely his voice she decided, it was otherworldly and it creeped her out. She sat down though, she’d come for a reason hadn’t she?

“A vampire bites during lovemaking for two reasons. The first is obvious, if it is with a human then it’s for food and the action is deliberate and meaningless. The second is in the height of passion and it can’t be helped then; it is purely an instinctive reaction to the intensity of the pleasure”, he hadn’t let go of her hand while he was explaining this to her and stared into her eyes.

She shifted in the chair, uncomfortable as hell, her attention was caught by her captor and she failed to notice a looming shape behind her, the other two vampires noticed though and began to look a little alarmed at having caught this ones attention.

She finally noticed and would have turned to check it out but a large hand was laid flat and palm down next to her arm, clad in black leather. “I think you’ve said enough don’t you? It’s time to go now” said a cold and deliberate voice from somewhere over her head, her eyes travelled the length of the arm and she nearly cricked her neck looking over her head to see Angel hovering over her and facing off the two vampires, face set and taut with anger.

Oh shit” was the first thought to pop into her numb mind, swiftly followed by “why me?” and a long internal groan at being found out asking that, by him.

“Certainly. I didn’t realise she was yours” said the pretty boy vamp, Cordy gaped at him as he released her wrist and smiled with careful courtesy at Angel, who didn’t smile back just hooked a hard hand around Cordy’s elbow and hauled her out of the chair, she recovered her wits enough to say “Are you crazy? I’m not his”.

She didn’t get a chance to say more as he dragged her away, she tried to yank her arm free from him but failed and she fumed silently as they climbed the stairs leading outside. “Angel let go of me you ….” Words failed her and she flushed beetroot when getting tired of her struggles Angel plucked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

She didn’t stop struggling as he headed off to goodness where and heaved herself backwards not caring if she landed hard on her ass so long as it was on the ground. “Put me down” she yelled and pulled at his hair and then yelled even louder when the flat of his hand hit her ass with significant force, under her short skirt which had risen up to expose her panties.

“Why you, you just wait till I get my hand on you, you bas …..”, she landed with a whoosh on the car seat and had to grab onto the metal door to steady herself, dizzy with the speed of her landing. She looked up with a scowl to find Angel leaning over her, one hand on the door next to hers and the other on the seat head rest, effectively boxing her in.

“If you get out of this car I’m gonna be pissed” he warned in a low growl, the lights in his dark eyes fierce and wholly concentrated on her, she had no doubt he meant what he said. She looked around for someone to appeal too, but they were alone in the dark deserted alley where he’d parked.

Angel pulled back from the threatening position and walked around the car to climb in the other side, his lips tightened when she scooted away to leave as much distance as possible between them, she crossed her arms and maintained a stony silence staring out to the side.

He drove in silence for a while and then darted a look of annoyance at her profile, “What the hell did you think you were doing in there”?

Cordy nearly refused to answer just to annoy him but then prudence reared its head and she gave him the short version, “Researching”, still not looking at him.

“Yeah so I heard” he said deliberately emphasising the heard part, “Are you out of your tiny mind? He had plans for you the minute you asked such a stupid thing”, he snarled the last at her, infuriated anew at her rashness. God she couldn’t be left alone for a minute.

He hadn’t been able to believe his ears when he’d overheard her ‘question’ but his attention had quickly turned to the vampire who had put his hands on her, only just managing to stop himself from launching at him and at least trying to rip his head off, sanctuary or not.

She was damn lucky he’d been following her, although hell fire would never get him to admit to her that ever since the sun had gone down he’d been tracking her every move, unable to stay away and he had already been pissed off at that. He was even more pissed off now and he was fucking well going to do something about it.

“Well how would I know that” snapped Cordy goaded into looking at him, “As far as I knew you vamps hate the thought of making it with humans”. He gave her a dark and pointed look not even bothering to reply to that nonsense.

Then Cordy noticed where they were going and hiding a spurt of panic faced him fully furious and letting him know it, “I want to go home now Angel, so whatever you’ve got cooking in that twisted vamp head of yours forget it; I won’t go”.

“Tough” he said looking sideways at her and ignoring the furious look on her face, Cordy took a deep breath getting ready to unleash a barrage of insults at him but he put his foot down on the accelerator and practically wheel-spinned into the hotel parking area at the rear. She sat back in the seat refusing to move and glared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Kidnappings a federal offence”, she told him with a great deal of satisfaction

“So call the cops” he said as he jumped out of the car and walked around to her door, she lunged for the driver’s seat but he got the door open and yanked her out of it before she even got close to the steering wheel. She protested the entire distance into the hotel but he seemed to have found the patience of Job now that he had her where he wanted her.

Back in the lobby he pushed her down on one of the couches and crossed his arms over his wide chest, making him seem even bigger; it was a standard ‘Angel’ intimidation tactic and she hated the fact that she did feel a little intimidated. That annoyed her enough that she slammed both feet to the floor and went to stand up again but he just pushed her back and resumed his previous position.

She remembered she’d put a wooden cross in her pocket and wanted to smack herself for not getting it out sooner, she reached inside and grasped it, intending to shove it in his face before he realised what was happening and then make good her escape. But when she got it free, he slapped it out of hands and all she could do was watch it fly out of reach.

“If you come near me, I swear I’m gonna scream your ears off”, as a threat it was pretty crappy but she didn’t have much else to offer right then, but all he said was “Go right ahead.” She didn’t know if she was pleased or not that he didn’t sound like he was actually laughing at her.

“Why are you doing this”? She asked frustrated.

“Because you need a lesson on staying away from vampires” he told her with quiet determination, that determination was what frightened her, what was he planning to do? It didn’t help that the dim light marked the hollows of his face and hid the expression of his eyes with deep shadows.

“Fine consider me ‘pupil gal, go to the top of her class’, I’m all wised up now, promise.” It might have worked if she’d been able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but not likely; he knew her too well.

“It’s too late for that”, he replied quietly his face wiped clear of any and all emotion, she had no idea of what he was capable of and it was time she found out. She still thought of him like he used to be, not like he was now and that was dangerous, for both of them. Him because he wanted no reminders and her because it made her too trusting, after tonight she would never trust him again; he intended to make sure of it.

Besides, her being here was so he could prove a point to himself as well and she’d given him the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, more fool her. The coldness that had infused him for the last few months was strangely absent and he ignored the tight anticipation that flickered along his body, making him hard.

He shrugged out of his leather duster and carelessly threw it to one side. uh oh, she didn’t like the look of this and said “Stop what you’re doing Angel and think”.

“Think of it as me giving you another valuable lesson on being stupid enough to have sex with a vampire”, he told her unsmilingly. Crap he wasn’t joking, she thought and panic skittered down her spine.

She scooted as far back as she could on the couch and then raised her knees to her chest to throw her legs out and to the side of him, diving for the floor. She made it and rolled once before getting back to her knees and running as fast as she could and not looking back.

Elated she ran for the glass doors like they were the entrance to heaven and she was being chased by the devil himself. Her hands slapped the glass and she found the metal handles and tugged like crazy, “Nooooo” she yelled when they wouldn’t budge, she backed up getting ready to kick in the glass panes.

Angel watched her run knowing she couldn’t get far; he’d already secured the door so she couldn’t. But as he watched her; the coldness seeped back in mixing with the heat in his belly, all thoughts merged into one narrow focus, centering on the fleeing woman. The instinct to chase was common to both man and demon and it was raised to the fore now, but he was in no rush.

She sensed him coming up behind her just as she was getting ready to kick out, hard hands gripped her jacket by the collar and one sharp tug took it off and unbalanced her at the same time, she managed to regain her balance and turned to face him, her chest was heaving with adrenaline and the blood was pounding in her ears.

“So what are you going to do, rape me”? There was a quiver in her voice and she raised her chin to counter it.

“I won’t have to” he replied with infuriating arrogance and cold purpose.

“Huh that’s what you think you egotistical son of a bit…” he slapped a hand over her mouth and glared into her eyes with dark and forbidding lights flickering in his eyes. She shoved his hand away “I don’t want you” she snapped furious at him for putting her in this position.

She’d been backing up and hadn’t realised he’d been herding her back to the couch until her knees hit the cushion and she fell back. He didn’t wait for her next move but dropped to his knees and pulled her half of the couch, fisting one hand in her glossy dark hair and capturing her lips in a deep and penetrating kiss.

His mouth was hard and punishing, forcing her lips to open with the pressure from his; her head swam dizzily and then he inexplicably softened. He did not intend to rape her, he knew it wouldn’t come to that, he’d given her pleasure very recently and even if her mind rejected it her body would remember and ready itself for him, confusing her mind with it’s own wilful wants and needs.

She went to grab his head to yank him away but he guessed her intention and seized her hands in his, dragging them down to her hips and trapping them under his strong fingers. All the while never breaking the drugging kiss; sliding his tongue inside her mouth, rubbing against hers and then retreating to start again, she moaned at the erotic imitation of sexual possession as a dragging ache developed deep inside her.

She managed to pull her head to the side for a moment, “No Angel, get off me”, dammit why did her voice sound so frickin breathless, Marilyn Monroe she was not. He ignored her and shut her up by pulling her head back and filling her mouth again, there were better things to do with that tongue than let it talk.

Her skirt was riding high on her thighs and was no barrier to him when he pushed himself between her legs, compelling them to part and make way for him until he rested intimately in the cradle of her hips.

She tried to arch away but only succeeded in brushing herself even more strongly against his bulging arousal, he pressed her down and thrust heavily into her, only the barriers of her panties and his pants stopped them being joined right then and there.

She gasped into his mouth when he finally let her take a breath, whimpering a little when despite herself heat began to pool at her core and buzz through her veins, desire building as passion rose up to swamp her senses with both remembered and anticipated pleasure, she ached to have him inside her and feel that mind numbing ecstasy again.

Knowing she was fighting a losing battle she tried to force her knees into his hips and push him away but couldn’t get any leverage and he didn’t move at all, all she did was make him angry and rougher. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth and bit down sharply while caressing her breasts through the cotton of her blouse with hands just this side of painful, she was caught on the twin points of pleasure and pain, not knowing what to expect and causing chills to travel all over her soft skin.

“Just stop Angel please”, Her body was about to betray her and she knew she had to get through to him now or lose again, she was willing to beg if it meant she could leave here with her pride intact.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you”, he snarled crushing her mouth in a punishing kiss similar to the first one, he didn’t want to hear what she did or didn’t want, she’d brought this on herself and it was better coming from him than another who wouldn’t care if she survived the experience.

He used his face to push hers to the side, exposing her neck and looking at the large white bandage on her neck hiding the marks he’d left, he pulled up a hand from hers only long enough to rip it off so that he could see what he’d done to her. He smiled when he saw them and his nostrils flared as the pulse underneath beat a heavy frightened tattoo, bringing the scent of her rich coppery blood even more keenly to his hungry senses.

“If you wanted to know why I bit you, you only had to ask me”, he nuzzled the marks lapping gently at the sore raised skin.

She turned back and looked at him her eyes wide and focused on his, she licked her swollen lips and he followed the movement of that pink tongue, “Why then”? She asked, truly wanting to know.

He would think later that it was at that moment, when he’d looked into her hazel eyes full of question and uncertainty that he’d first begun to lose control, making him admit so much more than he should have, “I had to, you made me feel too much”

That quiet admission sounded as if it had been forced out of him and she understood the implications instantly, so did Angel and he cursed loudly startling her with his vehemence.

Pulling back from the emotional precipice he hadn’t seen, Angel released her hands and moved back from her to look into her face, dispassionately noting the high colour of her cheeks and lips and the throbbing pulse at the base of her neck, “Kiss me” he demanded roughly, and his lips hovered over hers in invitation.

She hesitated for a moment but that admission made a big difference and so she raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck pulling him down and lifting herself up to fuse their mouths in another plunging duelling kiss. Dimly she realised this was what she’d been afraid of all along, sinking back into the whirlpool of desire he’d risen in her before, sweeping aside her rational objections as the dormant sexuality he’d awoken shook free of all mental restraints.

She’d tried hard in the last few days to shackle it again and she would have succeeded but for this. It was simply too soon for her to have rebuilt those walls and she was helpless to resist the sensual power of her own needs pulling at her from within.

He’d known this is was how it would be, but he hadn’t realised the effect it would have on him, he was becoming as lost and mindless as she and that was not the point of this whole set-up. Ruthlessly he pulled himself back from the edge, using the blissful cold and numbness of the last months to shackle his own passion so that he could control it again.

“Do you want me”? He asked her, pulling his hips back until she lost the friction and pressure of him where she wanted it.

“Yes” she replied and wrapped her legs around him to pull him back to her and keep him there. Her hands pulled at the buttons on his shirt and a few popped free under her impatient fingers, his joined hers to rip the rest of them away and peel the cloth from his wide shoulders and off him completely. She ran her hands over him, rubbing and dipping in the hollows and crevices of his chest and shoulders, tracing muscle and sinew.

“Undress me” She demanded her eyes bright and glittering not caring about anything but the need to get closer to him. She felt him comply as he undid and pulled her blouse off, she lifted her arms to hurry him up and then as soon as she was able to plastered her naked breasts to his hard muscular chest, skin on skin, rubbing against him with passionate abandon.

He groaned at the heat of her wrapped around his torso, clinging to him like she would never let him go. The scent of her arousal teased him with it delicious spiciness making his mouth water and penis ache with combined need. She pulled back to attack his zipper, tugging it down and then pulling his pants away to delve her small hand inside and stroke his hard smooth length.

She was going too fast and he needed to slow her down or he was going to forget why he was doing this, he pulled her hand off his sex and growled in protest even as he did so, but then so did she and then tried to tug her hand free to return to caressing him, intrigued and excited by the feel of him in her hand, thick and pulsing and so hard he felt like marble.

“Dammit Cordy, we need to slow down OK”, he muttered it against her neck as he left a trail of wet kisses in his wake on a downward journey towards to the pebble hard tips of her succulent breasts, he suckled one and she felt sharp hot prickles of flame shoot straight to her loins. He caressed the other one with his callused fingers, cupping her and then rubbing and plucking at the budded nipple with a knowledge and skill that left her tight and aching for more.

She shook her head in denial, holding his head to her breast and arching jerkily up-to rub herself against him, the wetness there making the barrier of her panties useless, “No slowing down, I want you inside me now”, she said demandingly, panting and breathless.

A little desperately he grasped her panties and tore them off her, she hardly noticed the loss but screamed in frustration when he pulled further way only to gasp when he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders before setting his mouth on her and driving his tongue straight up into her with unerring accuracy, inflaming her and himself.

She latched on his head again and wantonly undulated her hips to increase the pleasure of him between her legs, her fingers ran through his hair as he laved and flicking at her clitoris with his cool tongue, alternating between biting kisses, long hot sucks and then finally stabbing into her again to draw out the moisture and lap it up with a hunger that might have frightened her had she any sense left. Hot streaks of pleasure speared through her and her out-flung hands fisted on the cushions.

He didn’t need to breath and he was merciless, ceaselessly caressing her with rougher and more intimate strokes and bites as if he was devouring her. Within minutes she was in a frenzy and only heartbeats away from orgasm, her legs were shaking with the tension so highly strung now it was painful, just waiting for release. The peak came closer and she could feel her muscles tighten in readiness but then he left her and dropped her legs back down.

“Don’t you dare leave me” She told him and didn’t see him smile grimly, his own face was taut with passion only just held in check. She almost had to shut her eyes at the sight of his carnal expression, the tension heightened by the sight of his eyes black with lust and narrowed on her, gleaming with predatory awareness; his full lips looked sensual and cruel and his teeth were gritted at the effort of maintaining control.

He leaned back to look at her decadent and spread for him; her rosy tipped breasts rising and falling, her legs open and the soft folds of her sex exposed, he ran a finger through those soft and delicate folds and she shivered, so sensitive to the lightest touch now, ready to explode at any moment.

He pushed that same finger inside her, plunging and retreating watching all the while, her hips rose in an age old dance, undulating, trying to incite him and it worked too but he didn’t let it show. He caught her watching his face and stared back still fingering her, trapping her gaze and then removing the finger he rose up; his erection clearly visible as he leaned over to brace himself with one hand, using the other to guide his engorged sex to her entrance.

“Look at me Cordy and don’t look away; if you do I’ll stop” he warned, she nodded jerkily and struggled to keep her eyes open as he pushed his thick sex inside the tight entrance of her vagina. She keened deeply at the incredible stretching sensation , his penis scraping at the delicate inner tissues as he slowly inched inside a little and then pulled back to start again but never giving her all of it like she wanted, needed.

“Do you like me inside you”? He asked plunging slowly and then retreating until only the tip was inside her, goading her with the promise of being filled again.

“Yes” she told him truthfully, such an inadequate description of what she felt to have him inside her but she was incapable of thinking of a more accurate one right then, too busy just feeling.

“Good” he said and slammed into her so hard she screamed and found herself being driven further onto the couch, her head hitting the back of it from the force of that single thrust. He didn’t give her any time to recover but retreated again and repeated it, again and gain until her loins throbbed with the pounding rhythm.

He flung his head back and gritted his teeth again, groaning at the tight wet sheath convulsively gripping him, a prelude to what would come. He shuddered and she arched as the movement caused him to rub against her clitoris, seeking more. He grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her up so that she lay before him opened up fully. He watched her face with fierce concentration as he pistoned heavily in and out of her hot core, coming almost all the way out only to pierce her again.

For the second time she felt the building of that exquisite tension and knew she was going to come any second, she gasped as her body tightened, rising higher and higher towards an explosive climax so long denied. He felt it too and groaned as the milking sensations started on his hard shaft, pulling at him, draining him of all will except to continue the drive for pleasure.

“Arrghhh, fuck it” he said and pulled out of her, shuddering with the effort it took, she didn’t see that; all she knew was he was gone.

Her hips arched up and she felt like screaming so she did, “WHY”?

“Because I can”, He told her coldly, turning his back and closing his pants again. He stood with his back to her, breathing deeply and then regretting it when the smell of sex teased him and made the awful empty ache even worse.

Shaking she sat up, all but naked except for the skirt wrapped in folds of material around her waist, “You planned this; this was your big lesson?” she asked him disbelief and building anger clear in her voice. Her skin felt stretched so tight and so sensitive she could hardly bear the feel of anything against it. She ached deep inside and her legs felt like jelly.

He didn’t say anything but walked away from her, she was quivering with rage now and a red mist formed before her eyes, blotting out anything else. It gave her the strength she needed to get up and over to the weapons cabinet in mere seconds. She flung the doors open and her hand latched on a light throwing axe.

She turned and without hesitating threw it at his disappearing back, forget books, this time she was going to inflict some real damage. Anger must have given her aim better accuracy because it buried itself in the wall just in front of him and he stopped and turned back to see her digging back in the cabinet for another sharp and pointy thing to throw at him.

He wanted nothing more than to go and take a cold shower but he couldn’t while she was still here, determined to throw her ass out of here since she didn’t have the sense to just leave, he jumped over the banister with one hand on the rail, landing lightly in a crouch and rising only to find himself having to catch a dagger that was about to slice his ear off.

Angry himself now he stalked over to her, she evaded him, her face a feral snarl of outraged womanhood, “You bastard did you think you could do that to me and just get away with it”. She was spitting mad and more than happy for him to know it not caring in the least that she was still almost naked.

“Get out of here”, He snarled back at her, fists clenching and unclenching with the effort to suppress the boiling emotions her own rose inside him.

“I will when you’re in pieces then I’m going to find a man who can cope with finishing what he starts”, she taunted him deliberately, attacking him sexually in the same way he done to her, only with words.

She couldn’t have known those words would have the effect they did, how could she? He hadn’t either. Something snapped inside his head and he had no warning of the severing of his thin self-control until it happened and by then it was way too late.

One second he was several feet away from her snarling but keeping his distance, the next she was in the air held above his waist with one powerful arm hooked in a tight grip around her hips and ass. He used the other to free himself again and then without any thought impaled her, slamming her down onto his sex, all finesse gone, driven by the rage her taunting threat had unleashed inside him.

She screamed in shock and rage, her already unbearably sensitive vagina quivering at the savage penetration. He ignored her and did it again using both arms to force her up and slam her down again. He was standing with both feet planted apart, rising her up and pulling her down without feeling the slightest strain, he started to convulse and buried his face in her neck as he vamped out, fangs elongating and aching to bury themselves in her.

She felt him get even bigger as he started to come and it was too much for her overwrought body, the orgasm denied her twice before was upon her, gripping her in mindless abandon and making her buck in his arms, working herself on his shaft as he exploded inside her wet warmth.

He fell to his knees on the hard floor, they were still locked together and he fell back unable to support them any longer, when he lay flat with her still over him he rolled to his side and she saw the fangs, trembling hands searched her throat but could feel no new punctures.

“I didn’t bite this time”, she didn’t answer him but looked away her hands flopping down to rest between them; her mouth was set in a sad, unhappy line.

She was utterly drained despite the fact that he didn’t bite her, unable to feel or think anything but the loss of something important to her, pride. She looked at him then; his face was only inches from hers, his expression pensive.

“Are you happy now”? She asked bitterly

“No, I didn’t want to feel that” It was too late to hide it now, this was what he’d wanted to avoid but now it was just yet another mistake he was going to have get used to living with.

“What” She demanded wanting to understand him and hoping it would help her keep some self-esteem.

“Needy and uncontrolled”, She was surprised, that was how she’d felt too. “Then why did you leave me like that”.

“I needed to prove to myself that I could still walk away from you – I failed”.

She had no idea how much he’d failed, inside him the flame of obsession had been lit and it would never ever be quenched.

End

Helen

Posted January 21, 2016 by califi in Complete

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Title: Aftermath
Author: Helen
Posted: 08/03
Rating: R/Nc-18
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Category: Angst, Smut
Content: C/A
Summary: See notes
Spoilers: Both Aftershocks and Aftermath are set in S2 after ‘The Thin Deadline’ and before “Reprise”, its pretty much just Angel and Cordy, Wes is in hospital and Gunn is around and about.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: My Archive, Angels-Oasis.net and Stranger-Things.Net – Any other just let me know OK
Notes: *(1)This standalone is the sequel to Aftershocks as peeps seemed to want another one – hope you like it, I have one more of this left and then thats it folks! BTW you shouldn’t need to have read Aftershocks to understand this one – hence standalone! * *(2) The curse isn’t a problem since they are ‘not’ in love!
Thanks/Dedication: With HUGE Thanks to Califi – The bestest Beta in the world!!! (smooches)Helen
Feedback: Sure – the more the merrier!


CORDY – APARTMENT

Cordy had hated taking the day off work, especially with Wesley being in hospital but she’d just not been up to going into work, Gunn would just have to deal with the lack of clients on his own. So she’d spent the day in bed pretending it was necessary to recuperate her strength and only crawling out to eat and shower.

The real reason was because she hated the fact that practically every time she moved it felt as if he was still inside her and her inner muscles would clamp down in remembered ecstasy, loins throbbing all over again. It was as if he’d imprinted himself on her body and that drove her crazy.

That wasn’t even the worst part, no much worse was feeling like a fool for thinking she could beat him at his own game, it might have worked if he really cared about her but he didn’t.

“If I needed a reminder of that then I certainly got it didn’t I; in spades”. It depressed her all over again and she was sick and tired of fighting the urge to give in to tears.

It’s your own fault Cor”, she told herself needing to be honest even when it was to herself, she shouldn’t have gone near him, especially not angry and irrational over that vision. She’d been so determined to make him realise what he’d done to her by first hooking up with her and then dumping her like so much trash when she no longer suited his needs.

“I thought I was over that, it’s done so forget about him”, she told herself fiercely wishing it was so easy, but he’d become, if not the centre of her life then a damn big chunk of it – then he’d fired her and kicked her out of his life. It still hurt though and maybe always would but she had to get over it and never ever go to him again, no matter what.

Unwillingly her mind drifted back to the night before last as she’d lain under Angel, exhausted and shaking from reaction until finally he’d gotten off of her and dressed himself, she’d tried to follow suit but her movements had been uncoordinated so much so that he’d dressed her as best he could and then driven her home – all in total silence.

“We didn’t say a single word to one another” She repeated to herself , she sat in front of the blank screen and stared into the distance, “Well yeah, what could he say – sorry for snacking”.

“I suppose I should just be glad the asshole hadn’t been hungry enough for a full course”, her hazel eyes darkened and then lit with temper again, her moods had been swinging like this for the last day and half , today was obviously going to follow the same pattern.

“I’m gonna kill him, Angel staking is too good for you, I’m so going to dump a bucket full of boiling hot holy water all over you”, this was actually one of the tamer scenarios she’s come up with since that night and she was running out of ideas that were painful enough to suit her.

“I hate you, you big dumb asshole” she yelled trying to dispel some pent up tension, it didn’t work this time any more than the previous hundred or so.

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CORDY -OFFICE

By the next day she felt better, enough to go to the office and face Gunn with the excuse of a tummy ache to explain her absence, thanking god that Wesley wasn’t there to see through her façade and then feeling guilty about that. The doctors had advised them that Wesley would have to stay in hospital for at least two weeks before he was ready to come home.

The office was empty when she got there and she frowned, Gunn should be here already then she saw a note saying he would be in later and sat down at the computer, her manufactured serene face crumbling for a moment. Her fingers reached under the high necked blouse she was wearing and touched the extra large band-aid that covered Angels bite.

“God I hope the guys don’t notice this; there’s no way they wouldn’t recognise a vamp bite and then they’d add two and two together. And then Cordy, you’d have some serious ‘splaining to do”, she’d avoided going to see Wes at the hospital today, but would have to go later or he’d be hurt, she sighed and hoped she’d done enough to hide it.

“Hi Cor, did you get my note” said Gunn coming in the door, startled by the look on her face and then getting suspicious when she wiped it off her face and pulled up a bright false smile, “What are you covering up”?

“Nothing” snapped Cordy glaring at him for saying exactly what she’d not wanted him too. She got up and made a big show of opening and searching drawers, keeping her face averted from the sometimes too perceptive ex street hoodlum cum demon fighter. Her neck twinged sharply and involuntarily her fingers touched the spot again.

The reminder was enough to bring back the swirling feelings that came with the memories, the hard floor and even harder body over hers, the throbbing fullness inside her and the intimate suckling from her neck. Oh god, her thighs clenched and inner muscles mimicked the reaction as if that thick intrusive length was still inside. Not again was it ever going to go away, she screamed inside her head.

She slammed the latest drawer shut and stomped back to the desk empty handed to sit down and cross her legs as tightly as she could, her face thunderous and flushed eyes bright with frustrated tears.

“You are so weird at times Cordy it’s scary” said Gunn with a pretend shudder, trying for a smile.

“Yeah well get over it”, she snapped back and then sighed “Sorry Gunn ignore me OK I wasn’t well yesterday and I didn’t sleep well”, please just accept it, she prayed silently.

“Ok” said Gunn good-naturedly but still eyeing her warily as if she might suddenly grow a second head.

***

ANGEL

He twisted restlessly on the bed; the sheet was thrust down and away from his sensitised body, the fabric too rough. He was asleep and dreaming; dreams of a warm and fragrant body full breasts and mouth watering arousal with its wet, welcoming and delicious heat.

He opened his eyes and lay on his back, fists clenched tight and groaned deeply at his tight and aching erection, not again. Every time he went to sleep since that night he woke up with a persistently throbbing erection that would not go away until he did something to appease it.

He groaned again but decided not to waste time waiting for it to ease, his fingers wrapped around the hard length and his teeth became gritted, he closed his eyes and deliberately brought back the images that plagued his sleep, his hips started to rise a little and his mouth took on a full sensual cast, softening a little.

She’d been so hot down there and inside; wet and sweet with the juices of her body flooding first his mouth and then later around his sex, her muscles contracting around him, quivering with orgasm and like a wet glove milking him as he ground into her.

His fingers travelled up and down faster and faster and a drop of fluid glistened on the tip of his penis, and the blood aahhh, god the memory of it alone nearly finished him off, spicy and warm, filling him as he filled her, bathing his tongue and dripping down his starved throat.

Without him actually intending to his fangs elongated as he reached the peak and came with his hips thrusting seekingly high, arching up with the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through him. Afterwards he came back to find himself in full vamp face and changed back with difficulty, panting a little.

“This has got to stop”, he ground out, this was the third time that he’d been forced to do that and it was only a day and half since it happened. He rolled on his side and stared unseeingly at the curtained doors leading to the balcony of his suite.

“Cordelia”, her name rolled off his tongue like smooth silk before he snapped upright and dug his fingers into his scalp growling in frustration again, trying to get her out of his head.

“She is nothing to me, history; I’m better off without them and they’re better off without me”, He said this to himself at least a half dozen times a day, willing the coldness to seep back and numb the loneliness that crept around the dark edges of his soul.

“You’re a vampire, get over it – you don’t belong with humans and they sure as hell don’t belong with you”.

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Posted January 21, 2016 by califi in Complete

Aftershocks   1 comment

Title: Aftershocks
Author: Helen
Posted: 07/03
Rating: R/NC-18
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Category: Angst, Smut
Content: C/A
Summary: The ‘recipe’: Cordy angrily blames Angel after having another painful vision and goes to confront him. Angel is feeling rather angry too, not to mention ‘I want so I take’
Spoilers: Set during the height of ‘biege Angel’ – I opted for just after ‘The Thin Dead Line’ and the C/A confrontation at the hospital
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: My Archive, AO, JF. Anyone else, please ask.
Notes: This standalone is the result of challenge by Califi. The curse isn’t a problem; there’s no love yet just a heckova lot of lust!
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Feedback: Sure the more the merrier!


NIGHTIME – NEAR TO DAWN

Her head was still pounding from the vision, the blood pushing its way through the veins in her skull and making it worse. She’d had enough, she was sick and tired of him using her, it hadn’t mattered so much before because she’d believed he at least cared about her.

But she knew better now, how could she not realise that he didn’t give a crap about her, he’d fired her hadn’t he. She remembered the worry of standing over Wesley’s prone and vulnerable body in the hospital bed and then coming back from a trip to the phone, looking up and seeing him standing there.

It had all rushed back into her then, the rage and pain making her vicious and bringing out the bitchiest part of her. She knew she’d wounded him, he hadn’t been able to hide it and she was glad, glad of that. But now it wasn’t enough dammit he was going to feel her anger all over again.

The vision had struck her when she was asleep she’d actually rolled off the bed the pain making her unaware of where she was. Gunn and she had gone and dealt with it, luckily it had only been a pair of vamps and that was his fault too, she no longer went into the fray with an unwavering certainty that they would make it out OK.

“Damn you Angel, you are the world’s biggest Asshole”, she yelled in her loudest voice, each word echoing around the dark and deserted lobby, she turned in a circle her eyes trying to pierce the gloom, ears stretched trying to catch a sound of movement. There was none, but he was there anyway.

His dark as midnight eyes gleamed under lowered brows, his mouth and jaw were set in lines of anger and his nostrils flared as her scent reached him. The pain of their earlier conversation still reverberated through him, made worse by the fact that he had genuinely cared and wanted to see them and maybe apologise. He knew better now that was all in the past, he was alone again and that was the way he preferred it, no-one to care about, especially this one with her lashing tongue.

He walked towards her, silent and stealthy, she’d come here and disturbed him and he would make sure she would never do it again. She was about to go and find the light-switch when she felt a presence behind her and spun around with a shriek of fear. It was him, rage and embarrassment flooded her and she instinctively reached over and slapped him.

She realised immediately it had been the wrong thing to do, if possible he went even more still, deathly still and she could feel her heart start to pound in her chest,“Screw it” she thought, anger making her ignore all the warnings her saner side was screaming. She squared off with him, standing toe to toe, closer than she had ever dared stand before. She didn’t care about that she was suffering and it was all his fault.

“You are an asshole” she spat the words out through clenched teeth.

“I heard you the first time Cordelia, now get the hell out of here before you regret you ever came”, his tone was cold and oh so certain of what he was saying.

She gaped at him in shock; she couldn’t believe it, had he just threatened her? A momentary burst of pain at that thought made her anger escalate beyond all reason. “Regret? Tell me about it! I wish I’d never met you and started this stupid mission. But even hating it at least I haven’t chickened out like a frickin’ coward”, she goaded him her face only inches from his.

He stiffened and tamped down the rage her words caused to rise up, he could feel it like a live thing always ready to burst free and wreak havoc, like now. “What would a spoiled, selfish prom queen know about it? Nothing, so why don’t you ‘toddle’ off and go buy yourself a clue”, his voice was quiet and calm, hiding the roiling emotions just underneath the façade.

Her eyes narrowed too and then she let it loose with a snarl and hardly thinking drew back her arms and pushed him with all of her might, he hardly budged an inch. “You ruined my life and even gone you’re still doing it, I hate you”, infuriated by his total lack of response she reared back and aimed a punch at his face, not exactly skilfully but with a great deal of feeling.

He moved his head to the side and her fist sailed harmless past his ear, he pushed her away using both hands on her middle and causing her to fall on her ass and slide across the floor. He started to walk away then when something hit the back of his neck, hard. It was a book and a damned thick one. He scowled at her and rubbed the spore spot.

She didn’t notice but sent another one his way, he ducked that one only to get hit again, this time smack on the chest, damn she had a good aim. He stalked over to her and grabbed her up when she was scrabbling around for something else to throw at his arrogant head.

She went wild then, scratching and clawing at him, the pain and humiliation of the last few weeks boiling over, he grabbed her wrists and held them with bruising force trying to make her stop but she wouldn’t stop, not ever; she kicked at him with her feet, aiming for his legs and then groin with sharp jerking knees.

He snatched her up and pinned her arms to her sides by wrapping his own arms around them and her chest, so she leaned in and bit him hard on the jaw, he jerked back and only just managed to tear her sharp teeth loose, she went for him again.

So he did the only thing he could and used his mouth to stop her, raising one hand to wrap in her dark hair holding her face still while his tongue plundered her mouth with stabbing thrusts, plunging deep and forcing her teeth apart. She froze for an instant and he felt a spurt of triumph at having finally subdued her, but then suddenly she was kissing him back; her hot tongue duelling with his.

She’d come here to hurt him and to make him pay for abandoning his friends and her, but she’d realised in that one frozen moment that shouting and fighting him wouldn’t do it, she knew a much better way to make sure he never forget this night, or her ever again.

Without intending to he got lost in that kiss, felt the darkness reach up and swamp any of his better instincts that had survived the conflagration of the last few months. He wanted her so he would have her. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her flushed furious face with hot hazel eyes glaring into his.

“Fuck you” she said to him never taking her eyes of his.

“Oh no I think its time to fuck you”, he returned with a cruel smile, he dropped her slowly down his body and thrust his hips into the juncture of her thighs, she could feel the hard bulge pushing at her intimately.

Before her feet touched the ground and with one arm like a steel band still around her back, he reached to the front of her blouse and ripped it off her body with one sharp tug. Hard fingers cupped a breast as he lowered her to the floor and followed her down, straddling her body with muscular thighs and using his greater weight to keep her where he wanted her.

She reached up with own hands and pulled at his black knit shirt, tugging upwards impatient to get him naked, she wriggled her hips deliberately not caring that his aroused body was being primed further by each move. With a growl he released her breasts and sat back to pull his shirt over his head.

He scooted down her body and took one breast in his mouth while at the same time pulling down her zipper and yanking the material down her hips, she lifted her ass to assist him and dug her fingers into his scalp, panting now and feeling hot warmth flood her sex.

“I don’t want foreplay from you” she hissed, tying to reach his pants, he snagged her fingers roughly and pulled her up into a hard punishing kiss before moving to her neck and biting her, not hard enough to break the skin but it was a warning nevertheless.

She screamed in both pleasure and anger, refusing to be intimidated by him and bucking her hips against his loins, writhing and rubbing herself over the hard bulge that she wanted loose and inside her, now.

He growled again and just about managed to hang onto his control, he pushed her off his thighs and back to the floor, grabbing the bunched material of the pants she still wore pulling hard. There was more ripping sounds but he didn’t care and her panties were simply ripped off too, he had lost all patience with any barriers between him and her.

He knelt up beside her naked body and stared lustfully at her curvaceous and glowing body, high and firm breasts tipped with pebbled nipples, curving hips and damp downy pubic hair leading to luscious creamy thighs. His mouth watered and nostrils flared as the smell of her arousal reached him.

She watched him with sharp pleasure coursing through her body, god he was so big, everywhere, massive shoulders blocked out what little light there was, muscular arms bunched with every movement and finally his thighs were revealed when he removed his pants and kicked them away.

She saw his dark eyes alight with feral lust, focus on her loins just he reached out and pulled her to him by her hips, he pushed her thighs apart and looked at her exposed sex, before ducking down and licking her hard, she came up of the floor and he pushed her down again, keeping her hips raised to his ravishing mouth with clamping hands.

He stabbed his tongue deep into her vagina, sucking strongly at the moisture gathering there, his teeth scraped the sensitive bud and nerves around her entrance as he literally devoured her with ruthless abandon. She bucked in his hands, keening at the intensity of the pleasure but he was as mindless as she, laving and sucking at her and helplessly she came, unable to bear it, the fact that it was him between her thighs, going down on her with such merciless determination.

Finally he released her and lowered her just enough to thrust into her depths, his sex so engorged it was almost painful and only the hot walls of her vagina pressing on him gave any relief to the need tearing at his guts. Her arms where thrown back and he snagged them again, pinning them at her shoulders, he didn’t need to but he wanted to and that was reason enough.

She gasped at the hot pulsing length of him as it stretching her unbearably and she almost begged for a moment to accustom herself but wouldn’t ask knowing he would not give it to her, even if she wanted get up and leave she knew he wouldn’t let her, she was pinned beneath him and his penetration was complete.

He started to thrust hard into her, raising her hips to change the angle and make sure he pounded as deep as he could, not caring that she was trying to lower her hips and lessen the impact of each thrust. She whipped her head from side to side; undone by the intimacy of it, she could feel him touch her womb and almost recoiled from the lashing hot licks of desire and pleasure.

Then he was gone and she cried out at the loss of that hot invasion, but he simply flipped her over so that she lay on her front, he swiped up the clothes scattered around and pushed them under her loins to raise her up, using the action to trace the hot wet centre with knowing fingers.

Her bottom was facing him and he ran those fingers down the cleft between her cheeks, then he pushed her thighs apart and kneeling between them, pushed deep inside her again, one hand wrapped around a hip with the other on the small of her back, keeping her in place as he forced himself inside her wet warmth again.

Oh god if she’d thought he was unbearably deep before it was nothing to now, he reached around and opened the slippery folds of her sex, rubbing the creamy juice of her orgasm around and then pushing her down so that each thrust rubbed her against his fingers in an incredible caress, the friction causing her to scream his name as a second orgasm spasmed through her and she was helpless to hold it back.

Angel felt the second orgasm as it rippled through her, milking his hard shaft like hot and wet caressing fingers, he could feel and see the results of it, his thighs and her bottom gleamed with it as he continued to ride her through it. He leaned down and using one hand pulled her head to one side, the next second he sank his fangs into her throat, sucking at the hot life giving blood that raced through her body.

She jerked and screamed again, his hard sex deep still inside her body coupled with the sharp and yet intimate invasion of the bite at her neck was enough to make her ride another wave as she came again, caught and held by his encompassing body, her back pressed to his chest and hands pushing at the hard floor.

Angel’s his own back arched as he started to come too, his hips pistoning in and out of her in that last final drive before it was all over. When he was finished he withdraw his fangs from her neck, feeling her body quivering with aftershocks underneath him still.

Cordelia was dazed with pleasure as well as the loss of blood, she quivered and could feel him shaking as he was still bent over and surrounding her. His head hanging beside hers with lips pressed softly to her shoulder as his arms trembled with the aftershocks of sexual pleasure.

End? – Aftermath Sequel

Helen

Posted January 21, 2016 by califi in Complete