Title: After Dinner Mint part 2
Category: More pointless smutty humour
Summary: these vignettes are part of a smut quest where AOers give me their scenario challenges! Cali’s challenge number 1 and Allie’s challenge are made into a small serial. Hope you both enjoy it! I loved writing this. Thank you both. Much love and many kisses!!
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: AO, Cal, Lil, Lio n Sara’s place
Notes: This was written in under three hours so if it isn’t super, super brilliant forgive me but I’m bored!!! 4th in my Smutathon… Keep on Truckin’ Series Notes 2: You didn’t need to read this bit, it’s not important!
Thanks/Dedication: ETA: I got confused between Allie’s challenge and Toutoune’s *blushes coyley and twirls hair* Forgive me?!?
Feedback:always devoured with gusto
Despite all that he had done soulless, Angel could honestly say that sitting in the back of Kate Lockley’s police car, hands cuffed behind his back was the most humiliating thing he’d ever experienced.
Circling his thick wrists to the point of discomfort, the metal cuffs had his arms so his jacket was stretched across tense shoulders. Laying his head back on the seat, he closed his eyes and slow, even breaths filled his lungs.
Completely thankful Cordelia was so stubborn, Angel knew if it hadn’t been for her, he would have been on his way to a sunny cell quicker than he could blink.
Swiftly shooting his gaze to the brunette beside him, he took in the hiding face and the bright red blush staining the visible portions of her cheeks. She had a much better reason to be humiliated than he did.
As she checked the rear view mirror, Kate’s disgust was apparent when she saw no reflection of Angel. What was a young woman like Cordelia Chase doing with a vampire? Particularly a brutal bastard like him.
It did more than unnerve her, it made her blood turn to ice, made her skin crawl to imagine how cold and dead hands would feel.
A vendetta against the Los Angeles vampire population had been launched after the death of her old man and Kate killed what she could. Every one she encoutered, she swore she could see the face of her father’s murderer and each vampire was made to pay.
Knowing Angel was a vampire only enhanced the distrust she already felt for him and she had been waiting for an opportunity to take him down. The detective wasn’t stupid enough to believe a cell would hold him without reinforcements so she’d pulled rank and ordered a nice cell for him, sunny side up.
After sticking her gun in the vampire’s face, she’d insisted on arresting him and had more or less dragged him, handcuffed, away from his girlfriend.
Naturally, Cordelia had followed suit and had demanded to be in the same car as Angel. Her constant whining left Kate no choice but to allow her to sit in the back with the vampire.
The scene had been like a few thousand buckets of cold water, destroying everything faster than an apocalypse could ever do.
The whole evening had been perfect, it’d been better than perfect in fact. Tonight had been one of the best nights of his existence, he’d taken his girlfriend out for an early show at the theatre, then for a late dinner at a French restaurant and topped the night off with a bottle of Dom on ice.
Now, they were on their way to Los Angeles Police Department where he was gonna be charged with indecent assault and rape.
His couldn’t have done better if he had been soulless.
“Cordy?” Angel quietly spoke up, his voice thick with remnants of arousal. When she didn’t look at him, the dark haired vampire rolled his eyes and sighed unnecessarily. “I’m sorry for getting carried away”
In the drivers’ seat, the detective glared disdainfully at the non-reflective vampire, clacked her tongue and interrupted. “I wouldn’t call that getting carried away” her naturally thick voice snapped. “I call that making a victim out of your own girlfriend”
A loud, muffled groan came from the brunette and Cordelia slowly lifted her reddened face from the safety of her hands. “He wasn’t attacking, assaulting or raping me, detective. How many times do I have to tell you?” This record was getting old and fast. She wondered how much longer Angel would go before he cracked the handcuffs in half and killed Kate.
If she’d been him, she’d have done it within three seconds of her showing up.
“Until I believe you” Kate replied simply, declaring that would be never.
The brunette tutted heavily and shot the vampire a look full of exasperation and annoyance. If the others found out, they would never live this down. “Look, we’re really sorry for the situation but I swear Angel wasn’t raping me!” Another shot was worth a try.
“You don’t have to protect him, you know?” Kate’s voice turned sympathetic as she felt sorry for the young brunette who’d been taken in by the vampire’s innocence.
Growling in annoyance, Cordelia flung her hands up in frustration. “I don’t need protecting from my boyfriend!” She yelled out, trying to get the older woman to see sense. “Angel loves me, he wouldn’t hurt me”
Flickering a glance towards the annoyed brunette, the detective shook her head. Did Cordelia think she didn’t notice the bruising on her thighs? Did Cordelia think she missed the angry red bite? Kate pursed her lips before speaking. “I saw the bruises on your thighs, the bite on your neck. I bet those aren’t the only places you’ve got bruises and bites. Am I right?”
The deepening blush on the younger woman’s face told the detective she was.
Crashing down on Angel, a lead wave of shame curled tight around his heart as ghostly tears stung behind his eyes. He should be able to control himself better, it wasn’t right for that part of him to touch her as much as it did. He knew his fingers left marks on her skin, knew a vampire bite could hurt but did he ever take those consequences seriously?
No and he felt sick to his stomach.
Even as the self-hate engulfed the vampire, a part of him rejoiced that someone had acknowledged his ownership of Cordelia. Unlike his kind, humans didn’t have the ability to scent another’s claim and humans often got themselves into fatal situations because of that inability.
As though the older woman had slapped her, the seer felt the words strike a chord within her and it hurt to know someone could turn what she had with Angel into something sordid, dirty and disgusting. Emanating from the brunette, a deceptively calm aura clouded her anger.
Straightening her posture, squaring her shoulders and looking as dignified as she could, Cordelia gave her reply. “I have bruises, yes. I also have bite marks but ya know what? I know exactly what a man looks like when he can’t get enough. I doubt you can say that”
Appearing unmoved by the confident statement, the detective merely responded. “He’s not a man though, is he?”
Slowly, a knowing smirk flirted at the seer’s mouth as she leaned forward, her eyes glancing towards the vampire in question. “He’s man enough.” Settling back against the seat, Cordelia crossed her arms and legs, her subtle innuendo not missed by Kate or Angel.
Kate’s expression showed nothing while Angel had a proud grin he kept trying to hide.
A sudden U-turn had the tyres screeching and the seer went barrelling into the vampire, hitting his side with a thud. Slightly dazed, Cordelia made a move to blast the detective for careless driving when she noticed the distraction on her face.
“Attention all units” Kate spoke quickly and clearly into the little radio. “Armed robbery in progress on 33rd street opposite the Mexican restaurant. Assistance required”
As all petty differences went out the window, Cordelia held out her hand expectantly. “Gimme the keys to the cuffs”
Her voice was distant and full of determination. “This doesn’t concern you or your vampire.” The tyres once again screeched as the car came to an abrupt halt in a perfect braking park. Engine killed, keys out of reach and gun at the ready. “If you two aren’t here when I get back, I’ll send a warrant out for her arrest”
Personal threats did nothing but amuse but throwing them to his girlfriend just wasn’t the done thing. A deceptively light chuckle sounded as Angel set a calm stare on the blonde. “Then you’d really have problems” his voice was low enough to cause the atmosphere in the car to instantly drop.
Turning a glare on the cop, Cordelia couldn’t stop from snapping. “Angel stop, she’s just looking for excuses.” If only Kate knew how tempted she was to hire Lilah Morgan.
“With your boyfriend, I got all the excuses I need” Kate sent back before she shot out of the driver’s side, gun held up and ready for action.
Shooting a withering glare, Cordelia watched disdainfully as the detective was out of sight. “Can you believe her? I thought she was creepy before but now…”
Deep brown eyes focused on the irate brunette and the vampire sighed unnecessarily. “She was just doing her job Cor, you can’t blame her for that”
“She isn’t doing her job!” The volume of the screech had Angel wincing. “She should be out there, catching bad people not spoiling our fun!”
“She couldn’t know we were playing” at the erotic memory, an appreciating grin formed. Reasoning, he continued “She couldn’t know how badly I wanted to feel your tight cunny around my cock”
Her jaw dropped a little, he rarely used crude words like that but when he did, he used them well. “Angel!” Cordelia blushed a little, amazed she still had some innocence intact. Her hazel eyes warmed up a little as she looked at him.
His grin increased in size as he shrugged off her coyness. “Must be these cuffs bringing out the bad boy in me.”
She mentally put handcuffs on next week’s shopping list. Maybe ones with a pink furry lining.
Or maybe she should just go for gold and get proper leather ones.
Angel, naked, leather restraints. I could go for that. Bringing her finger to her lips, Cordelia nibbled thoughtfully on the soft tip and continued to stare at the vampire, seeing nothing but a bad boy who would be at her mercy.
Wasn’t he at her mercy right this very second? And with a pair of real handcuffs? “Bad boys like you need to be punished”
Did she just say that?
From the expression on his face, she certainly did.
“Really?” Angel purred, shifting his body round so he could face her. Her words had set a chain reaction through his body, starting in his brain and ending at the excited place between solid thighs. “How do you plan to punish a bad boy like me?”
Considering they were in a police car, Cordelia resigned herself to the fact she may well have to spank him by hand. “Well, a slap on the wrist won’t do so I guess punishment of a sexual nature will have to suffice”
“You call that punishment? Baby, I’m impressed”
Twinkling with mischief, the sparkling hazel eyes threatened to be his undoing. “You should be, I thought it up all by myself!”
Flirting at the vampire’s talented mouth had straight, white teeth flashing momentarily before he replied. “And what an upraising thought it is.” Shifting on the seat, Angel moved his body so his powerful legs were positioned to give Cordelia a pleasing view. “Don’t you have something to do?”
He already had a one-way ticket to hell, so what did it matter if he was encouraging his girlfriend to go for it in a police car? Although, if her expression was anything to by, she didn’t need all that much encouragement.
Snaking her eyes around the car, Cordelia desperately searched for inspiration and when she found it, the devilish smirk could not be held back. Under the vampire’s amused attention, she leaned forward and snatched up a truncheon.
Swirling in her eyes, the wicked gleam had Angel suddenly wary, Cordelia Chase and heavy objects really didn’t mix all that well. What if she decided to see just how much pain vampires could endure? Losing some of his slowly building excitement, he nervously cleared his throat and closed his legs.
Giggling silently, the seer took her time solely to increase his anticipation. Swiping her palm with the solid truncheon, Cordelia flickered her gaze from it to Angel, keeping a deeply thoughtful expression on her not-so-innocent face. “You have been a very bad boy, Angel. Very bad.”
She hoped Angel would save her a seat in hell.
“You need to be punished.” Her voice was low and husky, her purr vibrated right through his nerves, causing circuits to short. Under his increasingly nervous gaze, Cordelia placed the rounded tip against his thigh and moved slowly up. “I think you should be spanked”
Involuntarily, his black eyes lit up at the thought and a smile turned his mouth upwards. So, his lady wanted to play that way did she? He had absolutely no problem with that at all. “You gonna put me over your knee?”
Shooting the eager vampire an impish grin that showed her dimples, Cordelia winked but didn’t reply to his question. Removing the truncheon from his thigh, she brought it up to tease her mouth, Angel watching with stormy black orbs. Oh, she had a punishment in mind and certainly wasn’t spanking.
Tracing the blunt tip down the hollow of her slender throat, she purposely licked her lips slow enough to make his unneeded breath hitch. Inching lower, Cordelia held his melting gaze, delighting in the steam building up.
When it concerned sexual advances, Angel had an amazing imagination and it worked to her advantage. Especially in situations such as these.
Under his heavy stare, the truncheon was discarded as Cordelia decided a more hands-on approach would be better.
Manicured fingers sensuously tickled the tanned skin on her decollete, scratching lightly. Pink and warm, her tongue swept out to moisten her drying lips, drawing his attention back to her mouth. Under the soft sensations, her nipples became tight and pert, showing through her clothes.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Angel allowed his gaze to freely roam the hidden body. Right from her glistening, plush mouth to the visible reaction of her breasts. Instead of her hands, he saw his.
Thick and long, his fingertips would trail over the hot surface of her skin, feeling the way she responded to his touch. His mouth would taste then devour each droplet of creamy arousal that fell. His ears would pick up those soft, little noises she made when he kissed her with more than his tongue.
Smaller than his, more delicate and cared for, her hands cupped her throat. Creamy and soft, eyelids fluttered closed as a tiny sigh escaped her lips. “Angel, I love it when you touch me like this”
Slowly and evenly, the vampire exhaled as he found himself unable to either tear his gaze away or stop his response. “Touch you like what?” Low and gruff, his voice was a sensual song on an erotic breeze.
Reacting to his voice, her body arched into the haunting memory of roughened skin sliding over her thighs. “Like you want me”
Rolling over blunt teeth, his tongue tasted and dined on the sweet honey filling the air. Glowing with burnished bronze, wild orbs took in the sight as she turned it on for him. Increasing in speed, his blood coarsed through his veins, leaving a deep throb burning between his legs. “I do want you” affectionate tone changed into something feral and almost wild.
Tugging hard on the handcuffs, the movement of strong arms gave away his escape attempt. Snapping open, glassy irises swirled with deliciously wicked intent. “Uh-uh!” Cordelia shook her head, stating that was not what she wanted. “You haven’t been punished yet”
Taking in the facts he hadn’t once been kissed or touched, Angel had to object. “Oh, I think I have baby. You’ve had your fun, now I get mine…” Making another attempt at escape, the vampire found his attentions diverted.
Knowing full well he could escape if he really wanted too, Cordelia took the control firmly into both hands and quit toying with him. Wasting no more time on games, the seer leaned back into the corner of the car and shamelessly spread her legs. “Let my fun begin”
Seeing her like that, all pink and soft and wet, Angel realised he still had her panties from earlier. Glazing over, black irises became violent whirlpools of gold and amber. Licking her all over, fire burned, leaving no inch of flesh untouched.
Thickening the air, the scent of sex and spice shrouded his senses. Shining like jewels, hazel eyes beckoned and dared him to against her wishes. Buried beneath demon and soul, a siren’s sigh called to the man long forgotten.
Cupped in those delicate hands, firm and full breasts pulled her top tight, keeping nothing secret. From her plump mouth, a light little moan pierced the sound of his deepening breaths. Watching intensely, Angel relished in the way she moved harder, working to relieve the tension he knew was cording her muscles.
“I want out” she had barely started and he’d already as about as much of her teasing as he could take.
Focusing on Angel for a brief moment, Cordelia was able to belay his request with that single glance. Down her covered body, she followed the centre of her toned stomach until the hem of her skirt could be felt. Gathering the material up, no hesitation was taken and it was bunched up around her trim waist. “Like what ya see Angel?”
“I’d like it better if you were on my face.” Nothing could be powerful enough to take his eyes off the sweetness between supple thighs. Glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration, the tanned skin shone wet and he wanted to run his hands up them. Wanted to spread her legs wide and set his mouth firmly on her. Wanted to taste and lick, suck and kiss every precious inch of her soft petals.
Growing dry, his tongue captured the hot honey drenching the air and drank it down. “Cordelia” silky smooth and calm, his voice ran like a gentle stream, the little ripples in the tone did nothing to hide the warning. “Don’t tease me baby”
“Tease you? Oh no.” Looking down, Cordelia didn’t make any effort to look at him as she spoke. Gently, a singler fingertip brushed over her clit, garnering a heavy groan from the vampire. Sensation called for her to repeat the move, much to the irritated desire of Angel. Increasing the soft pressure, blunt tips rasped across the sensitised pearl, liquid sex made her pink flesh long to be devoured.
Plush and velvety, the folds were tenderly parted, allowing him the carnal pleasure of seeing her open and ready for him. “Fuckin cock tease” Angel snarled, coming to being past caring about what she wanted.
Quietly, a moan slipped out pf her mouth as she ignored him. Moving in slow, deliberate circles, a finger dipped inside. Suppine and splayed, her position allowed him to see it all. Sharply bucking against her own touch, curved hips drew her digit deeper, causing Cordelia to moan his name.
Firmly fixated on the sight of her fingers slipping in and out, skin shining with honeyed sex, Angel clenched his fists tight. Sparkling black and diamond hard, all traces of gold and amber had vanished from hellish orbs. Raw and feral, the man stared out through a demon’s eyes and ate her up.
Around those pretty fingers, he could see just how tight, how wet and wanting she was. Those soft, dewy muscles clenching firmly, slowly filling her up with pleasure. Forming into a tense knot, his gut grew taut with solid muscle. Seeing her open and daring like that had naughty memories tormenting him.
Curling into white-knuckled fists, Angel’s hands relaxed for a single second before a quick, easy tug broke the handcuffs. “Let my fun begin”
Strong and heavy, roughened hands held supple thighs in an unbreakable hold. Cool flesh sizzled under the intoxicating, scented human heat. Scoring lines of fire, his calloused fingers scraped harshly up until those digits were able to wrap around her upper legs.
Eyes snapped shut as the full taste of her bathed his lips, making his mouth wet with lust and love. Hips arched high as a wild cry of surprise and greed escaped from her. Through the short strands of dark hair, Cordelia laced her fingers and pulled him tighter, closer and harder into her.
All over her, from the inside out, he could scent and taste himself as he ravenously ate up the sweet desert. Savouring the flavour wasn’t on his list of wants right now, sliding into the softness of her entrance, Angel lapped her up.
Long and thick, two fingers were pushed high inside, her walls instantly reacted to the welcomed intrusion. No time to play more games, Angel moved with sinful intent. She had to learn she couldn’t tease and not give, she had to learn he had limits.
This was his.
Between his legs, his cock was hard and aching, wanting to be where his fingers were. Wanted to feel her soft cunt opening up, wanted her to feel just what her little playtime had done to him.
Make her pay, tease her, give a little and give nothing. Let her know just who she was in love with.
Cordelia fell victim to loss of control as Angel pushed that little bit more. Rasping off her G-spot, blunt fingertips picked up the pace and pressure as the tip of his tongue flicked her clit with short, torturous caresses. Hungrily drinking up all that honeyed arousal, Angel ran his tongue all over the lucious, pink folds and relished in the taste.
Richer and hotter than blood, Cordelia was like a drug. Heady, intoxicating and addictive, the sweet juice told him what heaven would be like.
Slipping a hand down, shaking fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper, groaning when he tightly gripped his cock.
Heavy and cool, harsh breaths blew across her overheated core, soothing and gentle. The tip of his tongue traced the petals until the wanton entrance to her body opened up for him. Teasing her like she did him, Angel roughly slid up her and pulled away.
Hazy and glazed, hazel irises snapped wide as disbelief coloured the fog of lust. “Whuh… Angel, no! You can’t just leave me like this”
“I know.” Moving swiftly up, Angel all but manhandled her under him. Powerful and solid, well-built thighs kept hers spread. Against her pearly clit, the round tip of his erection rasped and teased. Sensitive and hungry, her body bucked up in a plea for more.
Hard and fast, he made her take him. Soft and sweet, hot and supple, walls curled around his shaft. Looking down at her face, Angel saw the pain of his sudden penetration turn into pleasure when his cock hit her cervix.
Hands moved down his body to fist his ass, Cordelia violently pulled him further into the burning cradle of her thighs. Rocking up to meet every snap of his hips, she took him deep enough to cause him to groan out loud. Spreading across her mouth, a self-satisfied smirk garnered a moaned laugh from the vampire before he stole a moist, hot kiss.
Tightening up to his body, his balls became heavy with come as his erection hardened inside. Reacting to him, her core grew wetter and softer, urging the vampire to give everything he had and more.
Watching his handsome face contort under the pressure of holding back, Cordelia felt the dam crack and brack. Arching high, her fingers clutched him as her hips turned erratic. Mouth dry, she captured his and sought to quench her thirst. Firmer and thinner, his lips covered hers, allowing him to swallow her moaned little cries.
Through the crazy haze of her orgasm, she noted his face hadn’t changed and a sense of fulfilment rose up. It wasn’t just the demon who wanted and made love to her, it was all of him. The man, the demon. Every inch of the man that adored her was completely Angel.
Through a smile, she panted out “Love you”
Coming from her, those tiny words had the power to make his body stiffen as orgasm raced through him. In his balls, the pressure built until the vampire groaned out. “Duh!”
Once, twice more and he felt his very soul pour into her, leaving ecstasy where bitterness was now rare. Warmth flowed throughout, chasing away years of loneliness that had left him cold for so long. Unable to hold his weight, shaking arms gave way and Angel crashed on top of Cordelia, feeling the vibrations of her giggles.
Snaking between them, Angel slipped his hand down and wickedly snared her clit. Rivaling Satan’s, an evil grin curved his mouth up. Giving the tiny pearl a sharp tug, he smothered her lips to stifle her yell of surprise. “This is a new one for me” was the statement when he pulled back.
Following his actions, Cordelia sat upright and blew strands of damp hair away from her flushed face. Shooting a quizzical glance towards her lover, she silently asked what he was on about.
Since his hands were busy fastening his pants, Angel nudged his head at the car in general. “Back seat…” at the reminiscing expression on her face, he clarified. “Of a cop car Cordy, I remember only to well the back seat of the Plymouth”
“Funnily enough, so do I. Actually, it was your complaining on a ruined interior I remember.” Straightening her skirt, the brunette shot a sly glance over his shoulder and peered out the window. Treating her lower lip to some nervous nibbling, Cordelia wondered whether or not Kate would be able to tell what had gone on in her car.
“Doesn’t matter if she does” sometimes, it appeared as though he had a direct link to her mind. “Come on baby, let’s get out and see what’s going on.” Despite the way the blonde detective had behaved towards him, Angel couldn’t help the sudden uneasiness at the fact Kate had been gone longer than she should.
At his show of nobility, hazel eyes rolled heavenward and an exaggerated sigh left her mouth. “If we must…” Climbing over into the front seats, Cordelia popped the driver’s side door lock and hopped out of the car. What happened to the days when men did this?
As he got out of the back, Angel dropped a kiss on her forehead and stood, predatory eyes glancing all around the street. Seeing the three police cars lining up, he figured his help would probably be unneeded and unwanted. With a simple shrug, he leaned his weight against the car and relaxed, indicating with an expression for Cordelia to stand next to him.
“Not going to help?” His signature scent of leather was comforting and she snuggled closer, threading her arms under his jacket. Resting her defiant chin on his lower chest, she peered up through darkened lashes, watching as he returned her look.
“Like Kate said, it has nothing to do with you or your vampire.” Yeah, he was pretty angry about that remark but never mind. If he had a choice to be anybody’s vampire, Angel was quite happy to be Cordelia’s. At that thought, he frowned as he realised he’d just made himself out to be her pet.
He shrugged, nothing he could do about it now, not that he would do anything about it of course but that wasn’t the point.
Pressing against his body, her sigh lifted her breasts to cushion him. “Blondes, who needs em” it wasn’t a question.
Being quite content to stand in comfortable silence, neither heard the sound of heavily heeled boots until Kate was stood in front of them, looking entirely unimpressed at the fact Angel was out of the car. “Look” her voice brooked no comment from either of them. “I don’t have time to deal with your domestic issues.”
Full of undisguised bitterness and hate, her icy blue eyes refused to back down from Angel’s. In her right hand was her gun and in her left were the keys to the handcuffs. “I hear anything like this happening again, I won’t hesitate to turn you to dust. Am I clear on that?”
Leaving Angel bereft of her body heat, Cordelia wrapped her arms over her chest and met the detective head-on. “That thought crosses your mind and I swear to you, they won’t find your body.” There was enough coldness in her eyes for both vampire and woman to know she wasn’t kidding.
Instead of continuing to argue, Kate simply chose to ignore the brunette. Holding up her left as she flipped her gaze from her to him. “Turn around”
Doing as he was told, the vampire turned around and slung a heavy but relaxed arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders. “Thanks for everything detective. And those handcuffs? Get some new ones”
Keys held uselessly in her hand, Kate found herself unable to do much apart from stare as Angel guided Cordelia away. Inhaling a deep and much needed breath, realisation dawned that there was far more to vampires, more to Angel, than the ability to kill.
End of this one…