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Young Lust
Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven ~ Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine ~ Chapter Ten ~ Chapter Eleven ~ Chapter Twelve ~ Chapter Thirteen ~ Chapter Fourteen ~ Chapter Fifteen ~ Chapter Sixteen ~ Epilogue
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Posted March 2005 Completed PWP with Plot (yes they do sometimes come like that *G*) 16 Chaps – 205 pages
Rating NC-17/MA
Reader Note Story contains an attempted rape scene
Disclaimer All characters belong to the Evil Joss. The smut is me!
Distribution If you already archive my stories then feel free, otherwise please ask
Timeline N/A – Alternate Universe
Pairing Buffy & Angel
Summary Buffy is the good girl/bad girl who starts babysitting for Angel’s four-year-old daughter, while lusting after him. Can Angel withstand the temptation to take what he wants even though she’s only 17?
Author’s Note Written for Dani, who was jonesing for a little B/A Smut with a plot! I hope it’s all you wanted sweetie!
SPECIAL
THANKS
And to the readers for letting me know that the smut was right on! So many, many thanks to…Diane, Suzie, Bre, Gretchen, Lil Oracle, Christine, Malicious Angelus, Rachel, Vampire Lady, Lynn, Obsessive Angel, Terra, Cathy, Lea, Agnieszka, Nina, Ayleen, Babs, Prophecy_girl3, Glennierose, Chelle, Carola, Marielovesdunk and Moonlight…Hugs and Kisses to all of you and I hope you enjoy the ending!
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“You need a new babysitter mate. You’ve got to get out into the world and you can’t do that if you have to stay home and watch the kid.” Spike said in frustration. His best friend, Angel, who was practically a brother to him had the most boring, hum-drum live that he had ever seen anyone live. And he had no idea why.
He was a good-looking guy, he always had girls drooling over him, he was rich, he had his freedom, he had a beautiful sweet four-year-old daughter, and he ran his own business. The man pretty much had it all.
But all he ever did was work. Work, work, work that’s all his life consisted of. He never spent any time with his kid; he barely spent time with his friends anymore. Hell, he didn’t even have a nightly lay! Which made Spike wonder just when he’d last gotten laid.
Angel ignored Spike as he looked over the proposal for tomorrow’s meeting. He hated this conversation and it always came up. Why couldn’t he just leave him alone to live his life the way he wanted too? There was nothing wrong with it. He was a good provider for his daughter and that was his only thought, to make the world better for her. His own personal needs came last.
“Spike I’ve told you a million times, I don’t have time.”
Spike snorted at him. “Angelus you own your own company for fucks’ sake…make time.”
Angel was about to retort when a little blonde haired girl came skipping into the room. When she saw Spike she ran over to him. “Uncle Spike!” She flew at his leg and held on with all her might squeezing him so he couldn’t get away.
“Hey Niblet, how are you doing today?” Spike leaned down and pried her arms off from around his leg and then picked her up. He held her in his arms while he wiped away at the crumbs that were on her face.
She smiled at happily at him while trying to swat away his hand. “I okay. I ate lots and lots of cookies!” She exclaimed quite proud of herself.
Spike chuckled at her, God she was cute. Thank God she took after Angel and not her bitch of a dead mother. “Yes pet I can see that. How many did you have?” He asked.
She looked up at the ceiling then back at him. “I don’t know but it was a lot.” She held up for his appraisal an empty Chips Ahoy bag.
Spike took the bag and turned crossed eyes to Angel. “Geez Angel, see...” he held the empty bag out shaking it, as the crumbs fell out of the bag and onto the rug. “…this is why you need a new babysitter. The Niblets gone and ate the whole bag!”
Angel finally looked up from the proposal to see Spike holding his daughter and shaking cookie crumbs out on his $800 rug. “Hey…hey, watch the crumbs please, unless you want to vacuum.” Then he turned back to his proposal.
Kathy looked from her daddy back to her favorite Uncle. “Is okay Uncle Spike, daddy said so.”
“Oh he did, did he?” She shook her head; her little blonde curls bopping up and down.
“And will Daddy take care of you when your little belly starts to rumble.” He placed his hand on her belly and shook it, making Kathy laugh with glee. “Stop Uncle Spike, that tickles!”
“Okay Niblet…” He put her on the floor “…why don’t you go clean up a little while I talk to Daddy some more.”
“Otay.” Just as quickly as she skipped into the room, she happily skipped out.
Spike brushed the crumbs off his shirt and sat down in front of Angel, staring at him and scolding him at the same time.
“I don’t want to hear it Spike, she’s fine.”
“Yeah, until she dies from junk food poisoning.”
Angel sighed and finally looked up. “Look what would you have me do! I tried to get a new babysitter but they keep leaving. They all say the same thing, she’s too wild and they can’t control her.”
He sat back and ran his hands over his eyes. He honestly didn’t know what to do anymore when it came to Kathy. He really wanted to do the right thing, she was his daughter, and he loved her to death. But he was at his wits end. He knew he didn’t spend enough time with her and that was probably why she was so wild. But he had a business to run, a business that would one day be hers, a business that put food on the table and clothes on her back.
Spike felt for his friend he understood where he was coming from, but he also understood Kathy, and he knew a little something about wild young girls. He smirked, thinking of one in particular; talk about wild, that one could throw a wrench in anyone’s well made plans.
Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. She needed something to do, some kind of responsibility, lord knows her brother couldn’t control her. She needed something to set her straight, plus she was really great with kids, he’d seen her playing with the ones on her block. They all looked up to her and respected her.
He looked at his friend who still had his nose in those damn papers, he definitely need a wrench thrown in his plan. And poor little Kathy needed someone to help show her the way.
Yes the more he thought about it the better it sounded. He stood up.
“Listen mate, I’m going to go say goodbye to Kathy, I got some business to take care of. I’ll be back later tonight.”
Angel barely heard him he was so wrapped up in looking over the documents for his important meeting tomorrow. He waved at him and mumbled something that sounded like sure.
Spike walked out of the library and down the hall to the bathroom, where Kathy was just finishing up washing her hands.
She smiled when she saw him. “We going to play a game now Uncle Spike?”
He got down on his knees and took her in his arms. “Fraid’ not Niblet I have to go see someone about a job.”
She pouted, “Oh okay.”
“Maybe Daddy will play with you.”
She lowered her eyes. “No Daddy’s too busy. He told me so.”
Spike’s heart broke for her, she was so sweet and it just wasn’t right that Angel wasn’t spending time with her. Well he hoped that his plan worked, if it did, things would be better for everyone.
He tweaked her nose, “Don’t you worry about it luv. I’ll be back later tonight with a new friend for you, someone who would love to play with you.”
Her eyes lit up, “Really?”
“Really. Until then why don’t you go to your room and watch a video.”
“Okay” She jumped out of his arms waving good-bye to him as she trotted down the hall. “See you later Uncle Spike.”
Spike watched her go with a smile. “I’ll see you later pet.”
Grabbing his coat he walked out the door sparing Angel only one more glance. Shaking his head at him he left the mansion. He checked his watch, 4:30pm; he had to get to Revello Drive before that asshole came home, because he definitely didn’t want to see him.
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He pulled up to the house and got out of his car and was immediately hit with the loud music of Alice In Chains blaring out of the little house on Revello Drive.
Shaking his head but tapping his hand to the music as he walked, he made his way up to the door. He banged on in it several times but the music was too loud and there was no way the occupants of the house would hear him.
Sighing he opened the door and stepped inside. He glanced in the living room to find it empty but could clearly see the speakers rattling and the numerous small objects that had vibrated off the table and on to the floor.
Smiling he walked down the hall and into the kitchen. He stood in the door and stopped in his tracks, a warm mischievous smile on his face.
There she was, his little wild thing, it was a nickname he gave her years ago when she was ten and he was hanging out with her older brother Riley, and it just stuck with her.
She was leaning against the counter flipping through a magazine. She still had on her catholic school uniform, which was so short that he could practically see her underwear. His eyes raked down her form, she had on white socks that went up and over her knees. Her form-fitting jacket sat on her waist and rode up slightly since she was leaning and he could see the Celtic tattoo that she had on her lower back. Her hair was up in two ponytails and her head was swaying back and forth to the music.
She was quite the attraction and Spike being just a man, couldn’t help but stare at her perfect tight ass as it moved from side to side to the beat of the music.
“It’s not nice to stare you know.” She sweetly yelled over her shoulder.
Spike grinned and walked up to her he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, swatting her ass in the process. “Then you shouldn’t advertise it. Do you think you can lower the music!” He shouted at her.
She turned and smiled at him. “Old fart.” She teased him as she walked into the living room and lowered the radio.
Coming back into the kitchen she jumped up on the counter right in front of him. She sat there looking at him innocently legs spread just slightly and her feet swinging.
Spike looked up at her and just shook his head; closing her legs he patted her knee. “Ladies, don’t sit with their legs spread.”
She leaned down and teased him. “You know I’m no lady Spiky.” She purred.
Spike had to shake himself from the desire that she so easily invoked, he was definitely not going there again. “Listen pet I got a job for you.”
She peered at him speculatively. “What kind of job?”
“Don’t look at me like that…Christ you got a dirty mind. This is a respectable job.”
She laughed. “Respectable…and you want me for this job?”
“Listen you and I both know that you are not that big bad that you like everyone to believe, I know you…remember. And I know that you need some responsibility in your life, some structure.”
He stood up and walked over to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee, getting angry the more he thought about her situation. “That waste of a oxygen brother of yours doesn’t have the balls to do it himself, so it’s clear that someone else has too.”
“And that someone is you? Who the hell appointed you my guardian!”
He turned around to her, his voice calmed and lowered as he spoke. “Look don’t get your panties in a bunch, I love you, you know that. I just want what’s best for you.”
He walked over to her and took her hands in his, he leaned down and looked deep in her eyes. “Buffy you know you’re like a sister to me, you can’t keep running around like a wild woman!”
“I go to school and do what I’m supposed to do you know.” She whined.
“Yes you do and that’s great, but this running around behind everyone’s back sneaking out and going to clubs that you have no business even being in to begin with, at all hours of the night, has got to stop.”
She pouted, “But I have fun there.”
“Buffy pet, you can’t go clubbing every night for the rest of your life! What the hell do you plan on doing when you graduate?”
“I don’t know.”
“See my point exactly, no structure, no sense of responsibility. Now I got a job for you that requires a lot of responsibility, and maybe you’ll have fun doing it too.”
“I don’t know Spike, how is that supposed to help me for the future?”
“Well it won’t exactly, but maybe you’ll finally be able to see that having responsibilities isn’t that bad of a thing, and maybe that will put you on the right path.”
Buffy wasn’t too sure about that, she actually liked her life the way it was. She enjoyed being able to do what she wanted and when she wanted to do it. But she loved Spike and she would do anything to please him.
“Alright what’s the job?” She begrudgingly asked.
Spike beamed at her, “That’s my girl and don’t look so put out, you’ll love it, it’s a babysitting job.”
“Babysitting?”
He turned around a grabbed his coat walking back to the counter he took a piece of paper out of his jacket and wrote down the address. “Here’s the address meet me there later tonight, around 9PM and I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
“Alright. I’ll be there.”
Spike kissed her on the forehead. “Great I’ll see you there luv! And be careful tonight, wherever the hell you’re going.”
“Yeah I will.”
Spike left the house very happy with the ways things went. And Buffy sat on the stool in the kitchen wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.
She had been standing outside now for 10 minutes knocking on the door and still no one answered. You would think that someone who could afford to live in a mansion this size would have help to answer the door. She lifted her arm and went to knock again when the door was finally opened.
She smiled and looked at…nothing. Stupidly she thought maybe the place was haunted until she heard a shy little voice speak.
“Hi are you my new friend?”
Buffy looked down and into a pair of big soft brown eyes. She smiled warmly at the little girl and leaned down. “I don’t know, I might be, I’m Buffy.” She held out her hand.
The little girl took it and shook hands with her. “I’m Kathy. You’re pretty.” She said as she looked at Buffy in awe.
Buffy giggled, “Well thank you Kathy, it’s nice to meet you, may I come in?”
Kathy stepped aside as Buffy walked in looking around at the luxurious setting. “You have a beautiful home Kathy.”
Kathy closed the door. “It’s not mine, it’s my daddy’s.”
Buffy chuckled and leaned down to look the child in the eyes. “Oh, and daddy doesn’t like to share eh?”
Angel walked down the hall from the back of the house, he had been arguing with Spike about what he did, when he heard someone at the door. Knowing that Kathy would answer it, even though he had told her numerous times not to, he hurried out to see whom it was, and what he saw stopped him.
There in his hallway was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen and he could do nothing but stand there as his eyes soaked in every single delectable inch of her.
She had honey blonde hair that was up in a neat French twist showing a slim beautiful neck. She was wearing a hot-red slip dress that clung to every curve. As she leaned down to talk to Kathy the back of the dress rode up and skimmed very strong smooth thighs. The back of her dress was open, revealing a smooth supple back, all the way down to the curve of her buttocks, and there was a Celtic tattoo that dipped below the dress line teasing him as to where it ended.
He was completely spellbound, unable to move as he just continued to soak in her sensuousness, and that little voice inside his head screamed…fuck her!
Kathy, finally noticing him standing there, ran over to him. “Look daddy Buffy’s here!”
Buffy stood up straighten her dress and turned around to meet her new boss. The second she did and her eyes landed on him she couldn’t control the violent lust that consumed her.
Now Buffy always had a thing for older men, in fact she never ever dated boys that were her age. They were inexperienced and clumsy, whereas an older more mature man knew how to pleasure a woman. And that was what she was all about, the pleasure.
So as she stood in this stranger’s house staring at the most perfect man she had ever seen, her body hummed with excitement, her toes curled in her shoes, and her breath hitched as her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She adjusted her stance to try and quench the ache that was slowly starting in between her legs.
Angel just stood there watching her ogle him and his body warmed. As his slacks grew tight, he cleared his throat feeling slightly uncomfortable by the raw hunger he could see in her eyes. He felt like he was just stripped naked from head to foot and although he was not unaccustomed to that feeling, for some reason, coming from her it made him feel…vulnerable, and he was not accustomed to that.
Finally tearing his gaze from hers he looked down at Kathy.
“What did you say lass?”
Kathy rolled her eyes sometimes her daddy was very dense. “I said this is Buffy, she’s my new friend just like what Uncle Spike said.”
Angel looked back at the beautiful blonde as all his hopes for an intimate get together was washed away at his daughter’s words. This was the new babysitter?
Buffy smiled brazenly at him as she walked over to him.
He just watched as she made her way, moving her hips from side to side, tempting him…calling out to him like a siren in a William Shakespeare play.
When she was right in front of him, she held out her hand. No word or thought formed in his mind, his hand just moved out on its own accord.
She grasped his hand and held on to it tightly her forefinger lightly moving across his skin. When she spoke her voice was the sweetest honey that coated his entire being and did nothing but make him think of fucking her…again.
He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. “I’m sorry what did you say?”
She chuckled warmly at him, knowing full well the effect she was having on him, just where she wanted him. “I said, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Buffy Summers.”
He smiled back as his eyes continued to gaze into hers. “Hi Buffy, I’m Angel…actually it’s Angelus, Angelus Flannagan, but everyone calls me Angel.”
“Mmm…” she purred, “…I like it, very nice.”
Kathy stood between them looking back and forth from one to the other then down to their still clasped hands. She looked back at her daddy and was confused, he seemed…lost, like he had no idea what was going on, and that was nothing like her daddy, and it frightened her.
“Daddy?” She asked in a small shaky voice.
Buffy hearing the child’s fear let go of Angel’s hand and leaned down to her. She tenderly touched her shoulder so Kathy would look at her. “So Kathy you’re four years old right?”
Kathy turned now watery eyes to Buffy and shook her head yes.
Buffy smiled at her as Angel just couldn’t stop himself from staring at Buffy.
“Ah you’re here luv.” Spike came out of the back room and walked up to where the three of them stood in the hall.
His presence finally seemed to snap Angel out of his haze and he turned to Spike who just walked right up to them and hugged Buffy, affectionately kissing her on the check. “Find the place alright then luv?”
She smiled at him and kissed him back standing in his embrace. “Who could miss this place, it’s huge.” Quickly glancing at Angel she mumbled, I hope that’s not the only thing that’s huge around here.
“What was that luv?” Spike asked peering at her like he knew damn well what she said.
Buffy just smiled and turned back to Spike. “I said I hope I don’t get lost around here.” Then she glanced at Angel who was watching them like he was trying to figure out exactly what kind of relationship they had.
Kathy who was tired of being ignored jumped up and down. “She’s my new friend, right Uncle Spike, the one you were talking about?” She hopefully asked. She liked Buffy and she was really pretty, plus it looked like her daddy liked her too, maybe he wants to play with her too, just like me Kathy thought.
Spike looked at Kathy and ruffled her hair. “She sure is Niblet.”
“Oh good…I like her she seems really nice, right daddy?” She turned her eyes to her daddy who still was standing there like a zombie.
‘Is she Spike’s girlfriend? That was a very loving kiss and hug seemed a little too friendly for just friends. Why would Spike offer his girlfriend to be my new babysitter? God she’s beautiful, and that body, so damn tight. I wonder what she tastes like. I wonder what a woman like her is doing babysitting for a living. And is she always going to be dressed like that?’
“Hello…anyone in there?” Spike stood in front of his friend waving his hand in front of his face. “Angelus!”
“Ah what?” he annoyingly said, he didn’t like being disturbed from his inner musings.
Buffy giggled and Spike glared at him. “I said shall we go into the library I’m sure there are questions you want to ask Buffy before you hand over your daughter to her.”
Spike said it a little gruffly even though he didn’t mean too. But damn it the lust was thick enough in here to cut with a knife and this was not what he wanted. He should have known that Buffy would be attracted to Angel, hell every woman was. But he didn’t bring her into the house for this. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Kathy grabbed Buffy’s hand and started to drag her toward the library. “Come on Buffy I’ll show you where it is.”
Buffy let Kathy lead her to the library, making sure she added an extra swing in her step as she went.
Angel, like an addicted drug addict, just watched her ass swinging back and forth as she walked away, and he swallowed hard.
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Later That Night At The Bronze…
Buffy was sitting at her table drinking her beer there was an almost evil smirk on her face, as her mind quickly and competently conspired to get that gorgeous man in her bed.
She almost balled over laughing when she remembered the shocked expression on his face when Spike came right out and told him that she was only seventeen. It was a moment that she would never forget. It was also the moment that she realized that that was a big deal for him, because his attitude changed. He didn’t look her in the eye anymore, he shifted a lot in his seat, and he barely spoke more than two sentences to her. Just enough to begrudgingly say okay you’re hired.
Taking a drink of her beer she pondered her new job. Every day after school she was expected to go there and watch Kathy until bed time, which Angel said was usually around nine o’clock, nine-thirty. He said he would pay her $150 a week.
He briefly told her a little about them, that he was a widower and Darla his wife had died from Cancer about two years before and that Kathy didn’t have many memories of her. That seemed like a touchy subject because he had said it so coldly and distantly, like he didn’t really care that his wife had died. There was definitely more there than what they were telling her. He also said that he owned a real estate firm that, according to Spike, he practically lived at, hence the need for a babysitter that could watch her all day.
After that Spike took over telling her that Angels had a hard time keeping a babysitter because Kathy was a little wild and uncontrollable. Buffy had laughed; she couldn’t help herself, because she finally understood why Spike suggested she take the job.
Who better to look after a young wild child then another young wild child? It was sound reasoning but she suspected that Angel didn’t know about her wildness because if he did she was sure that he would have put up more of a fight. Because she got the distinct impression that after finding out she was only seventeen that he didn’t want her take the job.
But Kathy, God bless her, had pleaded and pleaded, saying that she liked Buffy and that she promised she would be good. So Angel had reluctantly agreed saying they would try it out for a week and see how it worked.
When they walked her to the door, she had offered her hand once again. Angel had just stood there staring at her hand like he was afraid to touch her. With a nudge from Kathy he finally did and when he did…bang it was like fireworks all over again.
They stood there staring at each other and holding each other’s hands like they were the only people in the room. His eyes turned a few shades darker and she could easily see the lust staring back at her. But then suddenly the hunger she saw in his eyes disappeared and it was replaced with something that looked suspiciously like…fear.
“Hey it’s the Buffster!” Xander said. He and Willow approached the table from the dance floor and sat down next to their friend, who still hadn’t realized that they were even there.
“Helloooo Buffy!” Xander looked from Buffy back to Willow.
“She’s got that look in her eye Wills,” he said as he looked around the Bronze. “Okay, who’s the intended victim for the evening?”
Willow looked around too and didn’t notice anyone new or different that would invoke such spaciness from her friend. “I don’t know, but whoever it is, it doesn’t look good for him.”
Buffy finally heard them and she laughed. “You guys always think the worst of me,” she said then took a drink of her beer.
“Well that’s because we know you and we know what that look means.” Willow said.
“Oh yeah and what’s that?”
“That some poor unsuspecting soul has no idea that he’s on the menu.” Xander said while exchanging worried glances with Willow.
They knew their friend and they knew what she liked…older men. It was something that they both didn’t like, they were worried about her and they didn’t want her getting hurt by some older guy who was just going to fuck her and leave her.
“You guys worry too much. Besides there’s nothing wrong with a little after school activities.” She sweetly said.
Suddenly she stood up. “You know I think I’m going to head home, I got a big day tomorrow.”
Xander looked at his watch. “Buff it’s only eleven o’clock?” Buffy never went home that earlier, something was definitely up.
“Oh…oh well I guess I’m just tired, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Yup…poor soul.” Xander said shaking his head.
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“She was really nice don’t you think so daddy?” Kathy asked as Angel tucked her in.
She most certainly was in more ways than one.
“Yes she was very nice. Kathy it’s late you have to go to sleep now.”
Kathy yawned. “I can’t wait to play with her tomorrow daddy.” She said as her eyes started to close.
Me too.
“I know sweetie.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Good night baby.”
“Good night daddy.”
Angel got up and walked out closing the door behind him. He leaned against it and closed his eyes…what the hell was he thinking? He had to stop this, she was only seventeen for Christ’s sake and he was twenty-nine! Hello can you say jailbait! Shit he could go to jail for just thinking the crap that he was thinking.
Oh God but those eyes, those eyes that had so thoroughly staked out their claim on him. He knew that look; it was a come hither look. It was a look that whispered of all the wicked carnal delights he could find in her body. It was a look that said ‘take me please…now!’
He straightened away from the door once again shaking his head clear, and started to walk toward his room. A cold shower, that’s what he needed, a long cold shower, and a good night’s sleep and things would look better in the morning.
He knew this wasn’t going to work, he wanted her to much, the temptation was too great and he knew that he couldn’t have her. Well he’d give it a week. Maybe if he stayed away it wouldn’t be so bad. He snorted, yeah right, he just met her and already he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was too perfect. She was his most inner erotic fantasy come to life.
Everything about her turned him on. His body unconsciously shivered as her image swam through his mind and he could hear her soft raspy voice whispering in his ear of how she couldn’t wait to taste him. He could almost feel her smooth skin gliding on top of his. He could practically feel those strong thighs squeezing his waist as she rode him long and fast. That was easy to imagine considering the way her body moved when she walked; like it was a beautiful song being played just for him. Even her dainty little hand and the way it fit so perfectly into his, turned him on
And her scent…God he couldn’t get her smell out of his nose! It was the perfect combination of vanilla and sunshine and it stayed with him. It was like she was there in his room…waiting for him laying seductively on his bed in nothing but one of his shirts, her hands grazing her long strong legs, beckoning him to come to bed and play with her…stop…bad thoughts…jailbait!
Walking into the bathroom he turned on the cold water…all the way up, and he prayed to God that he could keep his hands to himself and off her hot little body.
The Next Day…
Buffy, Xander and Willow sat around the old oak tree in front of the school eating their lunch. They were unusually quiet, each one pondering something different.
Willow was wondering whom Buffy seemed to be so obsessed with. There was no doubt in her mind that there had to be a ‘someone’, because Buffy had barely spoken all day. She had the most intense gleam in her eye. And Willow would swear that while in sex-ed class she heard her either purring or moaning.
Meanwhile, Buffy could not get Angel’s image out of her mind. She had the most erotic dreams last night and he had played the staring role in each of them. She had woken up so horny that she had to spend a little extra ‘me’ time in the shower, which her stupid brother did not appreciate, as he banged incessantly on the door for her to get out.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her; she had lusted after other older men that were just as good-looking, and probably less broody, than this one. But for some reason he had attached himself to her soul and she couldn’t shake him.
As she bit into her peach and the juices trickled out of the corner of her mouth she imagined that it was his juices. She closed her eyes and savored the juices in her mouth rolling her tongue around tasting every savory drop, she instinctively moaned, as she felt the slight pulse that had lingered in her core all day grow stronger.
While the girls were lost in their own thoughts, Xander was sitting idly by eating his bologna sandwich and wondering why he didn’t get a chocolate pudding snack in his lunch any more.
The silence of the beautiful spring day was interrupted by the sound of tires screeching to a stop and a door slamming shut.
“Ah Buff?” Xander said.
“Mmmm.” Buffy said mindlessly, her eyes still closed and her thoughts centered on the gorgeous man standing in front of her, naked, as she slowly licked her way up his hard body, feeling his fingers run through her hair, tugging on her scalp and pulling her up against his chest, as his lips slowly descended to hers. His tongue came out and licked her…
“Ow!” Her eyes popped open and landed on Xander, as she rubbed her arm from his hard slap. “What the hell Xan?”
Xander nodded toward the parking lot and the angry figure that was storming his way over to them.
Buffy turned to see who it was and rolled her eyes. She didn’t need this now! Couldn’t she just sit here and fantasize about her soon to be lover? Why did he have to show up and ruin her daydreaming! God he was such a putz, always showing up at the wrong time.
He stood in front of her with his hands on his hips as his light blue eyes looked down at her furiously.
“Didn’t I tell you not to take my car last night?” Riley shouted at his sister.
Buffy relaxed and leaned back against the tree, taking another bite of her peach and then daintily dabbing at the corners of her mouth. She rolled her eyes at her older brother, unfazed by his show of anger. She shrugged, “I was home early.”
“That’s not the point Buffy! You know I had to go to work last night! Do you know what it looked like when I pulled up to the army base on my kid sister’s ten speed?”
“Like an under aged mutant GI Joe?” Xander asked wide-eyed as Willow and Buffy giggled.
Riley glared at the teenager as his face turned even redder, if that was possible. He hated his sister’s friends; in fact he was almost at the point where he hated her. They showed him no respect! He was just a tool for their jokes and sarcasm!
He turned back to his unruly sister, where the hell did he go wrong with her? He knew that when his parents died things would be difficult but he never thought it would be this bad. Since day one she had never listened to him, instead choosing to do her own thing and go her own way. Which he didn’t mind too much at the time, he had been only 22 when their folks died and Buffy was 10. He was a young man in his early adulthood. He should’ve been out dating and getting drunk, going to college. But instead he was forced to take care of her.
So when she started to take care of herself he didn’t mind so much. But then when he found out about what happened with his best friend Spike, he had finally realized that he had made a mistake in letting her do that. Now it was too late, she didn’t listen to him and she probably never would.
“Relax Ri, you got your car back and I didn’t hit anything…this time.” She smiled at him.
Riley didn’t know what to do. Standing there his fists clenched at his side, his face red as a fire truck, his mind in total disarray as to the quandary he found himself in.
“I think the whistles about to blow.” Xander whispered, as he watched Riley’s face turn redder and redder, and the stupid look of ‘what the hell do I do’ just continued to play over and over across his face.
Buffy sighed and stood up. She gently took Riley by the arm and steered him back to his car. She petted his arm calmingly and spoke softly to him. “Riley you should go home and rest you have to be at the base by 7PM, and you don’t look too good. You know if you don’t take your nap you’ll never be able to stay awake at your post. And you don’t want to be reprimanded again by Major Walsh.” She leaned in and whispered to him, “you know she doesn’t like you very much.”
Riley just let her walk him to his car like a zombie. He knew that she was treating him like a little kid and he knew that he couldn’t do anything about it. It was like she had this uncanny control over him and his senses, cause while he just wanted to strangle her; it was like his hands just wouldn’t move.
She opened the door to his car and placed him inside, then closed the door.
Riley turned to look at her sweet and serene face and thought what a joke, she was anything but sweet and serene. She was the devil or a sorceress with magical powers over men, that was the only answer that his dimwitted mind could come up with. “DON’T take my car tonight Buffy or I swear I’ll…”
She leaned down and patted him mockingly on the cheek “You’ll what, scold me again?” She smiled brightly at him. “Go home and rest Riley you’ll feel better when you wake up. And don’t worry I won’t take your car.”
Riley searched her face for any sign of deceit and as usual, he couldn’t find any. He started up his car and without saying another word drove off.
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Checking his watch for the twentieth time Angel tapped his pen anxiously on the desk. He had been sitting in this meeting all afternoon and he had absolutely no idea of what it was about.
He knew last night, he knew what he was supposed to say and do, he knew what cockroach he had to step on to acquire his latest acquisition. But everything was a blur after she walked in his door. Now all he could do was fantasize about the little nymph and sit here uncomfortably as his pants continued to get tighter and tighter.
He had shifted in his seat so many times already, that the people sitting around him eyeballed him nervously. They all noticed his lack of interest in the meeting and they were petrified. They knew their boss; he had a temper that would rival the devil himself and each person sat there wondering what they did wrong to piss him off.
Little did they know, that his agitation stemmed from a petite seventeen-year-old blonde who would not stop torturing him with visions of her erotic sex play.
He rubbed his eyes; god he was tired, he hadn’t slept well. His dreams plagued him with images of passionate embraces, husky moans, and the sweet smell of sex…all night long. He would wake up sweating and his dick hard as a rock. He must have taken ten showers in a course of eight hours, and jacked himself off more times then when he was fifteen.
He grumbled loudly and everyone turned their ‘deer caught in the headlights’ eyes to him, but he paid them no mind as he stared out the window and again tried to figure out what the attraction was.
Yes she was gorgeous, yes she had a body that would make any man drool, and yes she had a voice that just oozed sex, but she was just a kid! There were plenty of women out there that were older more mature, more experienced, and that were just as beautiful. Besides what could a seventeen-year-old possibly know about giving and receiving pleasure, how experienced could she possibly be?
His body hummed with excitement and his dick got harder as all the pleasurable ways that he could help her become more experienced played out in his mind.
“…the sale was late…” Wesley said.
“WHAT…JAILBAIT?” Angel shockingly shouted, turning in his chair; just what the hell was this meeting about?
Wesley looked at him like he had lost his mind, “Ah no sir, I said…the sale was late.”
“What?” He looked at all the confused faces that were staring at him. When he finally got his bearings back he cleared his throat and his eyes were hard slits. “I know that!” he snapped, “continue.”
Wesley didn’t stop to wonder what was going on he just continued speaking.
Holy shit he was losing his mind! She was jailbait and he was nothing but a pervert! What the hell was wrong with him? She was untouchable…she was a big no-no…she was…
Suddenly his eyebrow quirked up and his pen stopped tapping that was it…it was the seductive lure of something that was taboo; the enticing desire to touch her and take her and knowing that he couldn’t, that he shouldn’t. That had to be it! He was obsessed only because she was forbidden fruit.
He smiled feeling somewhat at ease with his revelation.
“Excuse me, Mr. Flanagan?” A timid voice said.
After a few seconds of silence, Wesley cleared his throat and spoke louder. “Mr. Flanagan?”
Angel turned and glared at him with annoyed dark brown eyes. “What?” He growled out.
“Will that b…be…all f…for today s…sir?” Wesley stammered out, uneasy under the hard angry glare of his boss.
Angel looked around the room and saw all the scared faces staring at him like he was going to rip their heads off. He smiled at all of them, then dropped his pen and stood up, buttoning his jacket quickly before anyone noticed why he was so distracted.
“Yes thank you Wes.”
They all jumped up and scattered like foxes evading the hounds. In mere seconds he had managed to clear out a room that had just been occupied with twenty people.
Wesley cautiously approached him. “Shall I run the contract up to Mr. Gunn sir to look over?”
“What time is it Wes?” Angel asked as he walked out of the conference room heading toward his office.
Wesley quickly followed behind him, haphazardly holding his papers and trying to keep his glasses from falling off his nose. As he looked at his watch a folder fell out of his hands and papers scattered all over the floor. “Oh my…it’s a 2:30 sir?’ He dropped to his knees and quickly gathered all the papers together.
2:30! Shit he was going to be late…again. “I have to go pick up Kathy from day care. I’ll be back later.”
Yes he was definitely coming back to work…work…work…work…no seducing, no touching, no tasting…none of that…work…work…work.
Wesley still on the floor sputtered out. “Yes s…sir, but ah…sir, what about the contract?”
Angel walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the parking lot. Instinctively he raked his hand through his hair, and straighten out his suit, he blew into his hand and smelled his breath, not liking what he smelled he took out a breath mint.
All the while not once realizing what he was doing, his only thought was to pick up his daughter and see his torturer.
Buffy pulled up into the driveway and ran right over the metal garbage pail. Ignoring the crunch the metal made as it kinked and the sure sound of metal scraping on paint she cut the engine off. Looking in the rearview mirror she checked her makeup and hair, happy with what looked back at her, she opened the door and got out.
She kicked the door closed with her foot as she looked up at the house. Not caring in the least that she just dented the door and scraped the paint on the front spoiler of Riley’s car, the same car that she promised she wouldn’t take.
Reaching the front door she knocked. When no one answered she checked her watch, it was 3:15PM, she was fifteen minutes late, but she couldn’t help that. She had to go home first after school and wash up and change into her favorite pair of thongs and re-do her makeup.
She kept her school outfit on because Buffy knew the seductive picture she made wearing it, that irresistible x-rated mix of naughty and nice. And she wanted to hit him with everything that she had.
After a few minutes no one answered the door, she sighed and wiped away at the sweat that formed on her forehead. She didn’t know what the temperature was but it had to be at least ninety degrees. She put on her headphones and sat down on the bench trying to cool off in the shade of the overhang.
She looked down at her blouse and noticed that it was definitely not revealing enough cleavage. So she unbuttoned three more buttons, until the lace top of her jet-black bra could be seen. She pushed her breasts up and sat back comfortably crossing her ankles and swinging her legs. Not caring who heard her she started to sing out loud.
“Ah
Meanwhile a sleek black BMW pulled up the driveway and parked behind Buffy’s or rather Riley’s car. The front door opened and Angel stepped out and opened the back door.
“Do you think she’s here yet daddy?” Kathy asked excitingly as she unbuckled her car seat.
Angel glared at her and swatted her hands away; she wasn’t supposed to be able to do that.
He turned his gaze toward the old Citroen parked in his driveway that was still smoking. “Well I guess that’s her car.” God knows he didn’t own a piece of shit like that.
He helped Kathy out and they walked hand in hand up the walkway and to the front door.
“Oh I forgot teddy.” Kathy said.
Angel sighed, “Well go back and get him then come right inside.”
“Okay” Kathy skipped back to the car as Angel made his way to the front door.
He reached the stoop and stopped, swallowing hard and fighting the urge to adjust his crotch.
She sat there on the bench, her head was leaned back and her eyes were closed. Her legs were parted slightly swinging back and forth as her fingers glided up and down her chest slowly.
He stood there his eyes blackened with lust as they watched her fingers move sensuously up and down over her skin. He could see tiny droplets of sweat glistening on her chest and he licked his lips as his mouth dried.
“(Now
baby tell what you wanna do with me)
Her voice was low and husky as she continued to sing some R&B song that he knew he had heard before, but for the life of him he couldn’t think of anything except dropping to his knees and running his tongue in between the crevice of her breasts.
“Let
me take you to a place nice and quiet
He stood there soaking her in as the sultry words that come out of her full red lips encased him in a web of desire. Unable to move, unable to breathe, he felt like his control was going to snap, as the devil on his shoulder prodded him to move closer, to spread those supple legs apart and submerge himself deep inside the perfection of her tight young body.
“Now
here we are
Unconsciously he took a step closer, as the devil continued to speak to him in hushed tones urging him on…’look at her, laying there open and ready for you, look at the way her breasts gently rise and fall with every note she sings, look at the way she wantonly displays her black bra underneath the pure almost virginal white blouse she wears, ha…she’s no virgin, she’s too forward, too sexy, she knows what she wants, she wants you…take her…take her now!’
“Hi Buffy!”
An excited
voice chirped, startling Angel out of his lust haze, but not getting Buffy’s
attention; who had the CD player up to
Kathy’s little brow furrowed when her new friend didn’t say hi back to her, so she screamed with all her might, “HI BUFFY!” which made her daddy shiver from the shrill high tone of her voice.
Buffy jumped up and ripped the headphones off her head as she noticed them standing there. She smiled sweetly at Kathy and stood up, adjusting her blouse, “Hi sweetie.”
Then she looked at Angel; slowly she walked closer and held out her hand. “Hi…boss.”
Oh God he was doomed. She said it so low and so gutturally, that Angel shivered again but this time from pure desire and not irritation.
Did she have to use that word? And say it like that? Great, now all he saw was him sitting at his desk and her perched up on the corner leaning in to him giving him an ample view of her breasts while sweetly asking him if there was anything that he needed. Yes, his mind shouted…I need you!
He cleared his throat and mentally shook away those naughty thoughts. He held out his hand and shook hers.
“Hi Buffy.” His voice was deep and hoarse, and as he tried to pull away she held on and let her fingernail scrap the inside of his palm.
The silent battle began as her green orbs darkened with want. She wanted to be perfectly clear that she wanted him and that she would stop at nothing to get him.
A scowl crossed his features as he easily read her unspoken words and he tried once again to free his hand, but she held on strong and he’d swear that she shook her head no at him.
Kathy unaware of the struggle going on between them ran over to the front door and started jumping up and down. “Come on daddy, open the door, I want to show Buffy my new Undress-Me Sally Doll!”
‘Undress me…yes please!’ Angel thought as he continued to stare into her eyes, still unable to move even though every single logical thought in his head told him to run.
“Daddy?” Kathy whined.
Buffy softly laughed and finally released his hand.
He let out the breath that he had been unaware of holding…thank God.
But then she took a step closer and leaned her head up to look at him, he could feel her hot breath on his neck and his body responded by tightening with lust.
“I guess playing with Undress Me Sally must be really…” she stepped even closer and her hard nipples grazed his shirt. Her breath hitched at the contact and when she spoke again it was deep and dripping with want, “…exciting.”
He gulped and tried to resist her pull, but he couldn’t control the way his eyes turned even darker and that God damn devil egging him on again; ‘and hot and sexy and so damn fine, and so…untouchable’, his eyes became hard slits as he once again regained his senses, he took a step back and Buffy gave him the sexiest little pout that he had ever seen, which made him scowl at her even more.
Turning away from the vixen he stepped up to the front door and fumbled with his keys. Buffy and Kathy both giggled as they watched him.
He glared at them,” What’s so funny?”
Buffy of course knew his dilemma but Kathy the sweet little innocent that she was, was clueless. “Your hands are shaking…did you have too much coffee again daddy?” But knowledgeable, so it seemed, about what coffee did to you if you drank too much.
Buffy’s eyebrow went up and she addressed Angel. “Drinking too much coffee a common thing with you?” She asked. This concerned her, because she wanted him healthy, if he wanted to drown himself in caffeine by all means but at least wait till she was through with him.
He didn’t answer right away because for some reason she sounded concerned and that couldn’t be, why would she care. He glared at her and she glared back at him. In his agitation he forcefully stuck the key in the lock and opened the door.
Kathy ran inside, “Come on Buffy I want to show you my room.”
Angel stepped aside to let Buffy walk in first, but that was a mistake. Because she evilly leered at him as she did, and slyly grazed her hand across his crotch as she passed him. “I’d love to see your room baby.” She said as she stared deeply into his eyes, her insinuation was not lost on him. What a brazen little thing!
He took a moment to calm his breath and adjust his now rock hard cock. He closed his eyes and concentrated on all the reasons why he could not do what he wanted to do…
‘too young, jailbait, you’d be a pervert, you’d be a pervert in jail.’
“Ah boss...”
‘Oh god not that word again!’
“Are you waiting for the mosquitoes to join us?” she laughed softly at the dumbfounded look that was in his eyes when he opened them. Then she shook her head at him when he scowled at her and slammed the door shut.
“Come on Buffy.” Kathy said as she started to run up the stairs.
“Kathy, I need to speak with Buffy first okay, so go upstairs and I’ll send her up when we’re through.”
She pouted sadly but nodded and headed upstairs.
Well, Buffy thought, things were moving quite fast, not what she expected but hey she wasn’t going to complain.
“Boss, do you think I could have a glass of water? I’m a little parched.”
Angel looked at her, she seemed quite happy with herself for some reason; like she just had everything that she wanted handed to her on a silver platter. He scowled, well she didn’t and it was up to him to set her straight.
“The kitchen is down the hall and to your left. I’ll be in the library when you’re ready.”
She smiled sweetly at his harsh tone. “Alrighty…” then added huskily, “…I’ll see you there.” She turned and sashayed down the hall and of course Angel couldn’t help but watch…again.
When she disappeared around the corner he slapped himself on the head and walked inside the library.
He had to stop this flirting. He was the adult here not her he had to put a stop to this, take control of the situation before it really got out of hand. He had to just come right out and explain to her that nothing was ever going to happen between them.
A few minutes later Buffy walked in with her glass of water and stood in the doorway for one second watching him. He looked very concerned and…serious, serious…oh damn, he wasn’t ready to give in yet. She sighed and walked further in the room sitting down in the chair opposite him.
“So what’s up boss?”
Angel fixed her with a stern glare. “First off stop calling me that.”
Her eyebrow went up casually, “Why? You are my boss you know.”
He tried not to fidget in his seat the second that suggestive word came out of her mouth, but damn it, the images it invoked were way to strong not too. He shifted slightly to the left, Buffy smirked at him; he scowled back.
‘Take control Angelus.’
He sat up straight in his chair and tried to pretend that he was in a business meeting…straight forward and to the point.
“Look Buffy, I can’t deny the obvious…attraction that there is between us…”
She leaned forward putting her elbows on the desk and leaned her chin in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Is it that…obvious? I thought I was being subtle.”
He couldn’t help but smirk at her. She was just so cute in her little ‘I’m so innocent act’.
Seeing that sexy smirk on his face turned her insides to jelly and she practically purred as she blasted him with her biggest smile. “You know…that’s a very sexy look for you.”
He scowled.
She purred, “Mmmm…so is that.”
He abruptly stood up and slapped his hands on the desk. “Stop it!”
“What?” She said innocently.
He turned away and started to pace behind his desk. Buffy sat back in her chair and watched him.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t try to play all innocent. All this flirting and insinuations have to stop! Yes I’m attracted to you but you are seventeen and I’m twenty-nine! There can never be anything between us! It’s wrong! It’s sick and twisted! I could go to jail for Christ’s sake! I can’t go to jail…I have a daughter to raise, a business to run. Not to mention that you’re only seventeen and you don’t know what you want! It’s infatuation that’s all!”
Buffy sat back and listened to him rant; it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than her. And she actually felt sorry for him. It was obvious he was a decent, morally correct guy and that he felt that was really trying to do the right thing.
It was also quite clear to her that he had been ignoring his own personal needs over his daughter’s. Which was great because it showed Buffy that he cared more for his daughter then for himself which was the way it was supposed to be. But he was still a person, still a man, and he needed a little ‘him time’.
He was definitely way too stressed out, the tension that radiated off of him as he continued to pace and rant made that very apparent. Poor baby probably hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. Because no man that was getting it often enough was that uptight.
She felt a pull on her heart for him, and she decided in that second that she would slow down her seduction…just a little, at least for now until he could come to grips with his own simmering desires. She smiled as she wondered just how long he would be able to hold back, it should be very entertaining.
“…this is purely a professional business relationship and that’s it…it’s all it ever can be…”
“Angel.”
“…there can never ever be…”
“ANGEL.”
He stopped and looked at her. “What?”
“Okay.”
“Okay…” His eyes were slits he didn’t believe her, “...just like that?”
Buffy demurely crossed her legs. “Yes, just like that. Look I need the job okay and I really like Kathy, and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or make you feel like you can’t trust me…so okay, I’ll lay off.”
She looked like she was dead serious and for a moment he was mad…he felt, unwanted. But it was what he wanted, wasn’t it? He pushed aside his hurt ego and gave her a strained smile. Feeling somewhat relaxed and more in control of the situation, he accepted her answer.
“Okay…good.”
“So what are my duties?” She asked.
He scowled, was she teasing him again?
Buffy saw the look and put her hands up. “I don’t mean anything by it, I swear, it’s an innocent enough question don’t you think? I do have to take care of Kathy right and I need to know how to do that.”
His features relaxed and he sat back down. “Yes it is, I’m sorry.” God she had him so wound up he didn’t know which way he was going anymore. Either that or it was his own perverted lust filled thoughts that wouldn’t let him think of anything else.
“No problemo. So…”
Okay good, back to business.
Before her eyes he switched from being unsure of what was going on, to the controlled businessman that she was sure he was used to and felt comfortable in. His words were crisp, precise and to the point. And it turned her on. For Buffy, there was nothing that was more of a turn on than a confident strong man, and here he was showing her that side of him and she had to really hold back the desire to jump across the desk, rip his clothes off and embed herself on his cock.
“Kathy gets out of day care at 2:30PM, what time do you get out of school?”
God she could just imagine what he would feel like inside of her, taking her, sliding in and out…
“Buffy?” Angel asked, she looked like she was a in a daze.
“Ah? Oh sorry ah…two o’clock.”
He nodded. “Are you able to pick her up?”
“Sure.”
“On time?” He gave her that ‘can you be responsible look’; the same look that Spike would give her, and it annoyed her coming from him, just like it annoyed her coming from Spike.
“Yes on-time.” She gratingly said.
He nodded unaware of her agitation at his question. He was in full-blown business mood and he just kept going. “That old car in the driveway…it’s yours?”
“No it’s my brothers.” She laughed, “I sometimes…borrow it.”
“Well it’s not going to do. I can’t have you picking up my daughter in that piece of shit. No offense.”
“None Taken.”
He threw her a set of keys, which she caught deftly.
“These are the keys to my BMW and the house.”
Her eyeballs went wide right after BMW. “Whoa, hold it. You’re giving me your BMW?”
What is she nuts! “No, I’m letting you use it while you watch Kathy, to pick her up, take her to the park, whatever. When you go home at night the car stays here, understand?”
‘Don’t you mean, if I go home at night lover?’
“Oh okay, fair enough.”
“Good, now as for Kathy…”
“Wait.”
“What?”
“What are you going to drive?”
“That’s not really important.”
“Not important, sure it is, I’m taking your car and I want to know what you’re going to use?”
“Buffy…” he sounded so exasperated with her that she couldn’t stop from smiling, which made him suspicious. “Are you teasing me again?”
Way too uptight, Buffy thought. “Geez Angel lighten up, I’m genuinely concerned.”
“Why?”
She shrugged and answered him honestly. “Because I like you.”
His heart skipped a beat and he stared at her, not knowing whether to believe her or not. God when had he become such an untrusting uptight asshole? He really had to relax and give her chance.
He smiled at her, “Well I…like you too.”
Her smile widened and her checks redden a little as she got a little warm, he was so gorgeous when he smiled and once again she felt a little tug on her heart.
Angel just stared back at her she was so blindingly beautiful that he completely forgot what the hell they were talking about.
They sat there gazing endlessly into each other’s eyes, smiling, a warm flow of passion and beginning love, streaming back and forth, pulsing with soon to be life.
Under his warm deep chocolate gaze Buffy actually blushed and shifted in her seat, as she was hit with a strong vibrating pulse in between her legs.
Angel finally looked away and asked sheepishly, “…so ah, where were we?”
Buffy cleared her throat, “You were going to tell me what you would be driving?”
He shook his head, “right, I um have a GTX that I can use.”
She nodded, “It’s not a junk box like mine is it?” Because then really what was the point?
He looked completely insulted. “Hell No! It’s completely restored thank you very much.”
She laughed at his outburst. “Okay, sorry I asked.”
For the next hour they talked easily and comfortably about what her babysitting duties actually were. It was pretty simple as far as Buffy was concerned, and she suddenly felt like giving Spike a big fat kiss for sending her here to begin with.
She really liked Kathy and she could tell that the poor kid needed someone to be her friend and Buffy wanted to be there for her. And the father, well the father needed her too; he just didn’t know it yet.
She realized that she really liked him as a person, and not just a sex god. She really wanted to get to know him, find out what made him tick, because she knew that he was already glued to her heart, soul, and soon to be, body.
Angel on the other hand was quite pleased with himself and the way he handled things. It was always good to be honest and upfront. And now that she knew where he stood everything would be fine. While he still lusted after her it would be a lot easier to deny it when she wasn’t throwing it back in his face.
He was now in control, and he felt confident that Buffy would do a wonderful job handling Kathy. Yes, this could work out beautifully.
When they were done talking, Angel went back to work feeling safe and sure, and Buffy went up to Kathy’s room.
While playing with Kathy, Buffy couldn’t stop herself from scheming up her next plan of action. Because while she did say she would lay-off, she didn’t say she would stop.
So the way she figured it she would lay-off of the forward seduction and instead switch tactics to the subtle seduction that was fair, wasn’t it?
She giggled.
“What’s funny Buffy?” Kathy asked.
‘Oh if you only knew sweet child’
She smiled, “Nothing sweetie…nothing at all.”
Buffy dimmed the lights and sat down on the edge of the bed. She pulled the covers up under Kathy’s chin and tucked her in around the sides.
Kathy watched Buffy with something that was close to reverence. She had never ever had anyone spend so much time with her and she was completely enthralled with the older girl. Even her daddy had never spent so much time with her in one day as Buffy did today.
They had played all day; Buffy had taken her to the park where she had pushed Kathy on the swing set. Then she had made her lunch and let her swim in the pool until she looked like a prune. She made her dinner and then after dinner they watched Aladdin. She never had someone that cared for her like that and her little heart felt like it was going to burst.
“I had a great day Buffy,” she said shyly.
Buffy leaned over her and kissed her forehead, smiling warmly at her, “Me too sweetie.”
“Can we do it again tomorrow?”
Buffy laughed, “Of course we can.”
Buffy was almost overwhelmed with the motherly feelings this small child invoked in her. She knew Kathy was pretty much ignored by the people in her life, and so she had set out to give her a day that she’d never experienced before. She knew that she’d succeeded by the happy cherub smile that almost blinded her and Buffy planned on giving her more days like this one.
Although she spent all day with Kathy, her mind had still lingered on the Father. When she was pushing Kathy on the swing, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at that same moment. She found herself wondering what it would be like to press her lips against his, to taste the hidden recesses of his mouth, to just bask in his incredible sexy manliness. She also found herself wondering about him in general like his past and she made a mental note to ask Kathy.
Seeing that there was no better time than right now, she asked. “Kathy do you remember your mommy?”
“No, I was just a baby when she died.” She leaned over and took a picture off the table proudly showing it to Buffy. “This is my mommy.”
Buffy took the picture from Kathy and looked at a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was holding her little bundle of joy, smiling happily, but Buffy noticed that the happy smile did not reach those blues eyes instead they were…cold and detached.
She forced herself to smile as she looked up at Kathy. “She’s beautiful Kathy.”
Kathy shook her head, “She’s Uncle Spike’s sister, but they don’t look alike at all. Uncle Spike says that she took after their nana, and he took after their father.”
Buffy was shocked to hear that, she had known Spike almost her whole life and never knew he had a sister. Wasn’t this interesting…so Angel and Spike were brother in laws…mmm. Why would he never mention that little bit of information?
She looked back at Kathy who was staring at the picture intently, there was a touch of sadness in her brown eyes and Buffy’s heart broke for her. She knew what it felt like to miss a parent; she understood the loneliness that consumed your heart, and the desolated feeling that no one loved you. She hated to see that in Kathy’s eyes and she shouldn’t have too, unlike Buffy’s situation, Kathy still had a parent, he was just not around and Buffy decided that she would change that.
“Your daddy and mommy must have been very happy together.” She smiled right before a vision of Angel hunched over Darla slamming into her over and over again swam before her eyes. She felt the bile rise up in her throat and she felt like she was going to puke. Then the vision changed and she saw herself choking the life out of the other blonde, gleefully laughing as she did it. Buffy cleared her head of the images…what the hell was wrong with her?
Kathy shook her head up and down. “They were arraigned.”
Buffy looked back at Kathy, ‘ah…arraigned, what were they criminals or something?’ her brow quirked up, no she must of heard her wrong. “They were what?”
“Arraigned. Grandpa Giles said that daddy’s parents wanted him to marry mommy, when they died daddy did what they wanted him to do. Grandpa Giles said that daddy was a very dutiful son.”
Buffy smiled, “Oh…you mean it was an arranged marriage?”
Wow, they still did that these days? How…barbaric, but it explained a lot. Thinking back to the first day she met Angel, and how he didn’t seem to upset about the subject of his dead wife, it now made sense and that put an honest to God true smile on her face. Because if it was a loveless marriage that meant that she didn’t have to deal with feelings for a dead wife, which would make her seducing him much more easier.
“That’s what I said!” Kathy said indignantly.
Buffy chuckled feeling much better now. “Of course you did sweetie, my bad I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. You know she was a teacher, my mommy.” She said proudly.
“She was?” Buffy said disbelievingly. That was not what she expected to hear. Those eyes were not the warm caring eyes of a teacher; they were more like the cold calculating eyes of a bitch.
Kathy nodded happily.
Okay she had to ask, “What did she teach?”
“Awobics and yodi.” Kathy confidently said.
AH? It took only a couple of seconds before Buffy understood what she meant…kids were so cute!
She smiled, “Oh…you mean aerobics and yoga.” Again not what she expected to hear, the woman in the picture did not look like the athletic type, she looked more like a pampered do-everything-for-me princess.
Kathy sighed, “That’s what I said Buffy, aren’t you listening?”
Buffy chuckled, “I’m sorry sweetie. I am listening. Did your daddy tell you that?”
Kathy suddenly looked away and her little face turned pink, “Not exactly.”
Ah…a child after her own heart. She gently took Kathy’s chin in her hands guiding her back to look at her, yup…there it was, the guilt.
“Were you eavesdropping?” She tried to sound stern, because really it was a bad habit but she couldn’t because that would make her a hypocrite and she may be a lot of things but she was not a hypocrite.
Kathy shook her head and whispered. “I heard him and Uncle Spike talking about how mommy was a teacher and that she could spread her legs wider then anyone in town.”
Buffy’s mouth dropped open…’spread her legs better than anyone in town…a teacher?’ Holy shit…this poor kid. She would have laughed out loud if it weren’t for the overwhelming sympathy she felt for her. She would have to warn Angel that he had an eavesdropper in the house. And someone seriously needed to set this poor disillusioned child straight.
“That’s…nice sweetie. Okay enough talking, bedtime now. Your daddy will be home soon and I want him to see how good I take care of you.” She kissed her on the check, stood up and walked over to the door.
Turning around she smiled warmly at the picture Kathy made of just a little blonde head sticking out of the covers. “Night Kathy.”
“Good night Buffy.”
Buffy started to close the door, when Kathy called out to her…”Buffy?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you.”
Buffy’s heart filled with love and a tear came to her eye. “I love you too sweetie…now go to sleep.”
“Otay.”
Buffy closed the door quietly, walked downstairs and headed toward the kitchen. She couldn’t help but smile sadly as their conversation played over in her mind; she definitely had to talk to Angel about this, because it was just really sad how disillusioned this kid was. He really needed to spend more time with her.
Entering the kitchen she checked her watch, it was almost nine o’clock and Angel would be home soon. She made a plate of food for him and threw it in the oven to warm up, just in case he was hungry.
She turned on the radio that was on the counter, cranked up the volume and put on the apron. She turned the water on in the sink and started to wash the dishes.
Lost in her world of Usher, she didn’t hear the front door opening. She didn’t hear the footsteps walking down the hall. And she didn’t hear the quick intake of breath from the kitchen doorway.
Angel stood in the doorway and gazed at the goddess moving seductively to the music coming from the radio. She had on a pair of short shorts and her perfect little ass swayed back and forth to the beat of the smooth R&B song that played. She lifted her arm and swayed her hips and the soapy water ran enticingly down her arm.
He had two fantasies that were playing in his mind simultaneously. The first, she was sitting in a tub with bubbles surrounding her, her breasts floated at the top, her nipples peeked out of the suds and she called to him with her hypnotic sultry voice…’come inside and play with me…’
The other, was much more…basic…him behind her fucking her hard and fast. God it would be so easy…just a couple of strides away and he could be pressed up behind her, rubbing his hard cock in between her tight little cheeks. He could put his hands on her perfect tits and squeeze them roughly, tweaking her nipples as he plunged into her welcoming heat over and over and over again…
BANG…his briefcase slipped out of his fingers and hit the tiled floor.
Buffy jumped at the sound and turned around. Ahhh…she thought it was getting a little hot in here. “Hey.” She said sweetly as her eyes raked down his perfectly suited form. She almost laughed because he looked a little uncomfortable at being caught staring at her.
“Hey.” He leaned down and picked up his briefcase, placing it on the table to his left; he walked further into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
‘Keep it professional…you’re her boss, she’s your employee…oh god…don’t think that!’
He cleared his throat. “How did it go today?’
Buffy smiled, all business, the poor man was trying so hard to ignore her. Oh well she’ll play along for now, because she really wanted to talk to him about Kathy first before playtime began. “Great…you have a wonderful kid Angel.”
The smile that crossed his face was one of pride and relieve; finally a subject he felt comfortable talking about, a subject where there was no way in hell his sick depraved mind could venture off into sex. “Thanks.”
Walking over to the oven, Buffy pulled on the oven mitt; she opened the door and leaned down reaching inside to grab the plate she had been heating up. “She’s very bright you know.”
Angel gulped as he stared at her ass. “Yeah I know.” Sounding less at ease then he did a few seconds ago.
Standing up she turned around and walked over to the table, she placed the plate in front of him smiling, then turned around to the fridge and took a beer out placing it in front of him, smiling at him the whole time. “Do you?” She asked as she sat down across from him.
“What does that mean?” He asked clearly confused by her question.
She shrugged, “Call it woman’s intuition.” She chuckled at the blank look on his face. “Actually it’s kind of hard not to notice plus…she told me so.”
Sadness entered his eyes and he lowered his head shamefully. “No…I don’t. But it’s not because I don’t want to, I just…I have a business to run, and I have to be there…and….”
She stopped him because she could see he was getting very agitated and stressed. She placed her hand on top of his, making his eyes immediately jump up to hers, she squeezed gently gazing back at him with understanding.
“Angel, you don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not the lonely little girl upstairs that wishes she spent more time with her daddy.”
He pulled his hand from her warm grasp and frustratingly ran it through his hair. He sighed deeply, “I know.”
As she watched him she could see the tension in his shoulders, a result of the strain of working from six in the morning to nine o’clock at night and raising a child at the same time. Her heart opened a little more for him as she said, “It must be hard raising a child on your own.”
He smiled, “Well it’s definitely not a walk in the park.”
“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing all you can do.”
They shared a warm appreciative smile together. “Now eat before your food gets cold.” Buffy teasingly scolded him.
“Yes ma’am.”
Smiling he picked up his fork and started to eat his chicken parmesan. His eyes rolled back in his head as the divine taste filled his mouth.
“Oh my God Buffy…this is really, really good.”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
She watched him as he ate, correction, as he devoured the food on his plate. Guess he was really hungry.
“Angel?”
“Mmm.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Mmmm.”
“Was Darla a teacher?”
“No, what makes you ask that?”
“Kathy seems to think she was.”
“Why would she say that?” he asked with a mouthful of food.
“Because she heard you and Spike talking. Let’s see her exact words were…’mommy could spread her legs wider than anyone in town.’”
Angel immediately coughed and started to choke on his food. Buffy quickly jumped up and ran behind him smacking him on the back.
“What?” he sputtered as he reached for a napkin.
She smacked him a few more times until he put his hand up in the air telling her she should stop. He grabbed his beer and took a long swig.
Buffy stood behind him staring at his wide shoulders and muscled back. She couldn’t help but continue to calmly rub his back, her hands delighting in the smooth hardness under them. When she spoke her voice was an octave lower. “Yup, it seems your daughter likes to eavesdrop. Now I’m pretty sure that Darla was not a teacher, and I’m pretty sure of what you guys were really saying, but Kathy of course is young and she doesn’t understand that, so she heard what she knows, what she wanted to hear.”
Angel didn’t know what to say or how to explain that Darla was anything but a teacher. Obviously Buffy knew exactly what Darla really was, so he was thankful he didn’t have to explain it but still he was very embarrassed by the whole thing. He always had been and now that Buffy knew, he was even more humiliated.
“Buffy…my marriage to Darla was not exactly…” He tried to search for the best words to explain his marriage to that bitch but was at a loss.
Buffy sensed his discomfort and interrupted him, “Angel, it’s none of my business, all I’m saying is that I think you need to be more careful about where and what and how loud you say things.”
Okay now he felt even more like shit. It was bad enough that Buffy knew about Darla but it was much worse to learn that his daughter thought she was a bloody saint! God he was a terrible father.
He placed his fork down on the table and grabbing his beer stood up abruptly, startling Buffy. He was annoyed, embarrassed and ashamed, and he did not want to face her. “I’ll be in the library, thanks for dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He curtly said as he walked out of the kitchen.
Buffy watched him go with a heavy heart. She sighed deeply and cleaned up his plate. When she was done she poured him a brandy and walked to the library.
He sat at his desk in the dark but she could see his brow furrowed in concentration. She didn’t mean to upset him; she was only worried about Kathy and thought that he needed to know what she was thinking.
He sensed her the second she stepped in the doorway, he looked up and saw her, the light from the hallway illuminating her in an iridescent glow of beauty and his breath was taken away.
He felt bad for being so abrupt with her. He knew she was only trying to help, but it was a touchy subject with him. It made him feel less like a man and more like a stupid idiot.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to be so curt with you.” He ran his hand through his hair disheveling it some more. “It’s just that Darla is not my favorite conversation. “ He stopped and wondered how much he should tell her. Even though it was the most shameful, most embarrassing time in his life and felt uneasy telling her, he also felt comfortable telling her…it was odd and it made no sense to him. But he found the words just started to come out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop.
“There was no love between us, it was an arranged marriage and she was…cheating on me from the beginning. When she died, I was just relieved to finally not have her associated with me or Kathy anymore. For that matter; she was not the most…motherly woman in the world.”
She quietly walked in and stood beside him. She placed the glass down in front of him and walked behind him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she started to slowly massage his stiff muscles.
Angel closed his eyes the second her strong hands touched his shoulders. “God that feels good,” he moaned. Getting lost in her skillful ministrations, he never once thought that this was probably going to lead to bad things.
She smiled warmly behind him. “Angel it’s okay, I understand. And I don’t blame you at all. I didn’t mean to pry into your business, I just…look I know how it feels to grow up with no parents around, and I don’t want Kathy getting into some of the shit that I did.”
He smiled he could just imagine what some of that shit was. “A wild one ah?” he teased.
Buffy giggled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Wild and…adventuresome.”
God he smelled so good, and she couldn’t resist running her tongue along the rim of his ear as her hands continued to work out the tension in his stiff shoulders.
At the cool wet touch of her tongue on his ear, his mind no longer thought of his dead wife or his misdirected child, his mind was totally enthralled by the women behind him.
He moaned as pleasure filled every inch of his body and soul from her actions, pleasure that he had craving for what seemed like a lifetime. Buffy taking advantage of his compliance kissed his ear then nipped it gently. She took a chance and moved her hands down his chest and up to his nipples, she pressed down then rotated them in circles, feeling his nipples press into her palms.
“You’re so tense…” She whispered as she kissed his neck. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, and her hands slid inside. She moaned as she finally touched his smooth skin and she raked her nails down his chest.
She continued to kiss his neck with hot open mouth kisses. When she reached the base of his neck and collarbone she took a mouthful of skin and bite him, laving the bite with her tongue.
Angel moaned as he tilted his head to give her better access and his hand rose on its own accord and sank into her golden silky hair, massaging her scalp. “Buffy…,” he whispered.
Buffy moaned back and shifted on her feet as she felt desire stirring in her core. He tugged on her head, pulling her around to the side of the chair.
She leaned into the chair and ran her hand down the side of his face, leaning down. Angel opened his eyes and looked into her dark green orbs, her mouth only a lick away. They stood there staring at each other getting lost in the lust that they saw in the other’s eyes.
He pulled her head down and as their mouths grew closer their eyes stayed on each other, their breath mingled and their heartbeats increased.
“Buffy….” He said as their lips finally touched and their mouths sealed over each other, their tongues playing slowly and languidly.
Angel’s hand rose up to her leg and squeezed her thigh then slowly traveled up to her ass. His fingers splayed across her cheek squeezing it roughly, making Buffy moan even louder. His other hand came around and spanned her waist.
Their kisses became more hurried, more forceful. Buffy pulled away slightly and ran her tongue across his lower lip then took it between her teeth caressing it soothingly with her tongue. She moved her hand down his chest and toward her ultimate goal. When she finally got there she squeezed his cock hard all the while marveling at how big and hard he was, she moaned again in to his mouth. God she couldn’t wait till he was inside of her.
Angel growled at her boldness and roughly grabbed her by the waist and dropped her on top of his desk. He spread her legs wide and rolled the chair forward till he was in between them, all the while still kissing her passionately, urgently.
Buffy gripped his hair painfully as he pulled away and started to kiss a trail down her neck to the crevice of her breasts. His hands came up and pushed their way under her tank top. Reaching her breasts he squeezed and they moaned together.
Buffy needing more pulled her shirt off and sat back pushing his head into her bare breasts. “Angel….” She murmured as she positioned her feet on the edge of the chair squeezing his sides.
Angel was lost, lost in a sea of desire and beautiful young firm breasts. He took a nipple roughly in his mouth sucking hard and then laving it with his tongue, tapping quickly on the hard nub. God this was where he had dreamed of being for the past two days and he couldn’t get enough. So sweet…so firm…so ripe with lust, he nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of her succulent desirous aroma and he knew he had to touch her, he had to feel her wetness, had to be inside her.
His hand snuck in between her legs and under her shorts, his finger making contact with the lace edge of her thong. He ran it up and down her covered slit…god she was so wet, he growled again wanting nothing more than to taste her juices. “Mmmm so wet…so hot…” He murmured in her breasts then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, as he pushed his finger underneath her thong and lightly touched her wet lips…they moaned in unison…”Yes…please…touch me…feel me…” Buffy whined.
“Daddy?”
Suddenly Angel stopped, hearing the scared little voice of his daughter; he lifted his face from Buffy’s breasts and looked quickly toward the door that was wide open.
“Daddy?” the scared voice said again, this time louder.
Buffy finally hearing it too opened her eyes and looked up at Angel. He had an almost feral look on his face like he was extremely pissed off for being annoyed.
“Daddy?” the voice hiccupped and a small cry followed.
He turned to look at Buffy, the feral fervent look gone, he looked at her and where she was and where he was and what they were doing and he turned cold…ice cold. What the hell was he doing! Violently he pushed away from the desk, away from the temptress, and stood up.
“I’m sorry…” was all he said, as he turned away and practically ran out of the room closing the door behind him.
“Daddy’s here baby…”
She heard him say as she fell back on the desk, trying to catch her breath and calm her smoldering needs.
The Next Day…
What demon had possessed him? Didn’t he have everything in control? Hadn’t he set the rules and she agreed? Then why the hell did he practically molest her last night on his desk?
He smirked; well he couldn’t actually say molesting that wasn’t fair, because in all honesty she was the one that had started the whole thing. She was the one that had put her strong confident little hands on his tense, shoulders that cried for release. She was the one that stuck that little skillful tongue in his ear and kissed him on the neck.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. God she was so beautiful, so sure of herself. Her legs had been smooth and strong; her breasts had tasted like heaven…no she had tasted like heaven every single inch had been the sweetest nectar that he had ever sampled.
She was a divine sex goddess that was it. Preying on lost lonely horny souls like him, there was no other explanation to explain his complete and utter lack of discipline and control. God if Kathy hadn’t come downstairs looking for comfort from a bad dream, he would have taken her right there on his desk without thought, it would have been hot mindless violent sex…god it would’ve been great!
But it would have been a mistake, a big mistake, it was something that he had strictly forbidden to himself; to let loose his own simmering desires. But he couldn’t stop himself the whole scene had been too much. From the moment that he stepped inside the house and smelled the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen to the moment that she started to massage his shoulders, was so…domesticated. It felt so right, so much like an everyday occurrence. It was something that he didn’t even realize he had been craving.
He’d never had feelings of family and happiness with Darla. With Darla, it was all about money, and the freedom to run around and fuck anyone she could. There was no consideration for him or even for her daughter. She had always been cold to Kathy from the moment she came out of her womb. She had wanted nothing to do with her. She gave birth, hired a nanny, and that was it…that was the role that she had played.
Buffy had been in the house for one day and already she fell right into the motherly, caretaker role; a role in which she was obviously comfortable and proficient, and a role that apparently, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and adjusted his semi-hard cock, turned him on immensely.
His thoughts then wandered to his baby girl…and he scowled remembering what Buffy had said. He never knew she listened in on his conversations with Spike, but he should have. He had to warn Spike about this, so they didn’t get caught talking again.
He sighed deeply troubled, his poor baby was completely disillusioned about who her mother was. But what could he do? How do you tell a four year old that her mother was nothing but a greedy whore that didn’t give two shits about her?
“Mr. Flanagan, Mr. Giles is here.” Cordy’s terse voice came over the loud speaker, followed by Spike’s soft cajoling voice…”How about a drink later luv?”
“Mr. Flanagan?” Cordy’s pleading voice came across again.
Angel sighed, “Alright Cordy let him in.”
The door swung open…“We’ll talk later pet.” and Spike strolled in with all of his normal Mr. Cool flair, “Angelus…my brother, where do you find these voluptuous assistants, the Victoria Secrets shop?”
Spike threw his coat on the couch and sat down in the chair opposite a glaring Angel. He ignored the irritation on the other man’s face and went right into the reason he was here.
“So what’s up? How was my wild child’s first day?” Spike asked as he took out a cigarette and lit it.
Angel scowled, ‘his wild child?’ He had a lot of questions for Spike regarding Buffy, and one of them just so happened to be about this ‘his’ shit. Angel didn’t like hearing those words come out of his mouth. He would look back later and admit he was jealous but now, in the moment, the thought never crossed his mind. He was a victim of his own basic natural possessiveness, and he had the urge to slap that smug smile right off of Spike’s face.
He swiveled around in his chair and leaned forward on his desk, “Your wild child?” he asked quietly.
Spike shrugged and missed the stony tone of Angel’s voice, “It’s an expression mate.”
All right he’ll give him that, for now. “Wild child?” he prodded once more.
Spike chuckled, “Yeah a name I gave her when she was ten.”
Angel’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “You’ve known Buffy since she was ten? How?”
“I was pals with her older brother Riley.”
Angel eyed him. Shit he thought he knew Spike, Angel would have sworn up and down till he was blue in the face that he knew every single thing there was to know about his brother-in-law, yet here he was proving him wrong.
Well he was going to find out everything he wanted to know today…because it was becoming clear to him that this infatuation was not going away. If last night was a sign of anything, it was that he had absolutely no control when it came to her, and that left him at a disadvantage and gave her the upper hand. There was no way in hell he was doing that. “What’s her story Spike?”
Spike looked confused by his question, “Her story?”
“Yeah, her story, like why do you call her wild child? And how come I never heard of her or Riley.”
Spike shrugged, “Don’t know mate, never thought it was important.”
As Angel continued to stare him down, Spike relented. “All right, well let’s see…I met Riley in the reserves and then after that we enrolled in USD together. We hung out, I went to his house met his folks, Buffy, Scott and Owen. Now Scott and Owen were the middle kids and they were enrolled in military school and about a month after I met them, the folks packed them all up in the car to take them back to school. But they never made it. Got slammed in the rear by a tractor trailer that lost its breaks, killed everyone instantly.”
Spike gave him a minute to soak all that in. He still got shivers when he thought about it; the horror of practically losing your whole family in one shot…was a little spooky.
“So after that, Riley was left to take care of Buffy, which he didn’t accept to well. You know him being a freshman in college and right out of the reserves, he wanted to party not look out for little sis. And she was a handful that one, more than Kathy. I mean she was always a little rambunctious, but when her parents died, she went wild. Riley didn’t look after her much so she spent a lot of time looking out for herself.”
He chuckled, “I gave her the nickname Wild Child because about six months after her parents died, she stole Riley’s dirt bike and went up to The Bronze, where she hung out till three in morning. Riley and me had to fetch the little imp. God you should have seen her Angelus, ten years old and sitting at the bar like she was twenty-five, there must have been ten guys around her all vying for her attention.” He shook his head a smile on his face. “I’ve never seen anyone attract that much attention, I’m telling you it was like bees to honey.”
Angel smiled he could easily picture it and believe it. “So how come you never mentioned them before?”
Spike shifted in his seat slightly and Angel took note of his sudden discomfort.
“Dunno it never seemed important.”
Angel knew he was lying, “Spit it out Spike, I want to know.”
Spike looked him in the eye. “I got into a fight with Riley and after that we went separate ways, like I said nothing important”
No there was more he wasn’t saying Angel thought so he pressed on, “Over what?”
Damn it the bloke was as persistent as an unpaid hooker, quite annoying. He took a deep breath and continued… “Well I took Riley to task for his treatment, or rather, lake of treatment of Buffy. By the time she was fifteen she had been to more clubs than me for Christ’s sake. She was running around, skipping school and just pretty much doing whatever the hell she pleased. I looked at her like my sis, you know, so I said something to Riley he didn’t like and that was that.”
He took a drag of his cigarette and flicked away a speck of dust on his pants. He played it all cool like and nonchalantly but Angel knew Spike and he knew there was more to it than that.
“What else?”
Jesus he was unrelenting! He should have known that he would have to tell his worst moment at some point. Okay maybe it wasn’t his worst moment so to speak, but it was definitely not his finest. Actually he had a lot of guilt about this particular skeleton in his closet and he never really ever wanted to acknowledge how he had been weak, especially to Angel, but the pouf knew him so well and now he had to admit the one thing in his life that he was not proud of.
“Geez…can’t get anything past you eh?”
Angel smiled confidently at him and shook his head.
Spike stood up and walked over to the window, there was no way he could look Angel in the eye and tell him, yup he was a coward, but he respected Angel and he couldn’t stand to see the disgust in his eyes when he told him his tale.
“Remember when Dru left me?”
“Yeah, two years ago right?”
“Yeah, well I was a fucking mess. I went to the Bronze to get loaded, and I walk in and I see Buffy there sitting at the bar already trashed out of her mind. She was feeling down, thinking of the family she lost and sick of listening to Riley. We shared a bunch of drinks and….”
Angel already knew what he was going to say and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”
Spike turned around finally to face him. “Oh no, you asked so I’m telling you. One thing led to another and before I knew what the hell was happening I woke up in Buffy’s bed the next morning with Riley’s fist in my face.”
Angel stood up quickly and turned away from him. This was not what he wanted to hear, although he had suspected something from their familiarity with each other, he hadn’t let him self think that it would be something like this. The thought of Spike sleeping with Buffy made his skin crawl. That he had tasted her and been to heaven made him want to rip his fucking head off.
“After that Riley and I didn’t talk anymore. Buffy she was as…uncomfortable with the situation as I was. We talked a few days later and came to terms with it. The ironic thing was that neither one of us remembered anything that happened. I mean I knew it was good…real good, in fact…”
“Shut up Spike.” Angel snarled.
“Yeah well…that’s the story. No, it was not my finest moment and not something I’m proud of, but it is what it is and I can’t deny it.”
Angel spun around angrily. “Jesus Spike she was what…fifteen?”
Spike irritably replied, “Yes and I’m already ashamed alright! No need to yell at me for it!”
Angel murmured something under his breath that Spike couldn’t make out. But he did notice that Angel’s anger seemed to stem from something more than disgust. In fact if he had to call it anything he would say that he was jealous.
Spike eyeballed him very closely; something else was going on. “Why do you care mate? It happened two years ago before you even met her. Don’t tell me you’re having fatherly concerns about the lass after only two days?”
Angel looked away sheepishly. The awkwardness was now on the other foot and he didn’t know how to respond.
His delay in answering and the obvious anxiety in his body told Spike everything that he needed to know. “Oh…I see, feeling a little enamored with the lass eh? “
Angel didn’t respond as he still stood with his back to his brother in law. With shoulders stiff and the silent tension radiating from him, he might as well have shouted his guilt as far as Spike was concerned..
“You’re sampling the goods aren’t you?” Spike accused him.
Angel spun around to deny it just as the door to his office opened and the temptress herself walked in.
“Daddy…Uncle Spike!” Kathy squealed with delight as she saw her two favorite people in the world at a time when she normally would not.
Angel cleared his mind and walked around the desk to catch Kathy in his arms as she jumped up. “Hey sweetheart what are you doing here?” He asked as he watched Buffy walk over to Spike, hug him then kiss him on the check. He scowled and Kathy noticed.
“Are you having a bad day daddy?” She asked.
Buffy looked over at Angel and was immediately reminded of what happened last night. She cleared her throat as she felt her panties get wet from the memory. “I hope you don’t mind. We were on our way to the mall and Kathy said this was where you worked and she wanted to see you.”
The second she walked into the room she felt stifled. The air was thick with tension and Spike was giving her his ‘you are so dead’ look. Angel was staring at her with a look of condemnation …but she couldn’t look away from his chocolate orbs. She didn’t know what she did to deserve that look. Okay maybe she pushed him too far last night and he was mad at her, but then why was Spike looking like he wanted to wring her neck? There was no way Angel would have told him, was there?
But as she continued to stare back at Angel his eyes drilled into her soul looking for something, searching for some sort of answer. It made her slightly uncomfortable and she looked away as her face turned a lovely shade of pink.
Angel couldn’t stop staring at her, he looked at her and he saw Spike kissing her, he saw Spike making love to her and it pissed him off. Then she blushed and looked away and he was reminded of the way her skin had blushed last night from passion. How her eyes had turned two shades darker, how she had tasted, how sexy and exciting she looked sprawled out on his desk her breasts bare to his gaze and mouth.
He involuntarily shuddered and his eyes darkened with want completely immersed in his memories and forgetting that they were not alone in the room.
Spike saw all of this and he scowled at both of them and loudly cleared his throat.
Angel turned guilty eyes to Spike and shook himself free from her desirous web. “No it’s okay…” he said, and then he turned to Kathy. “Anytime I get to see my little munchkin is a good time.” He ruffled her hair as he stood up.
Kathy looked over at Spike, “You having a bad day too Uncle Spike?”
Spike cleared his scowl and faced her smiling. “How can I have a bad day when I’m here talking to my favorite Poppet?”
Kathy giggled, “Buffy’s taking me to the mall to buy me new shoes daddy!”
“Oh that’s great sweetie.” He turned to Buffy pulling out his wallet. “Do you need some money?”
‘God he looks good in that suit…all mouth watering goodness. She remembered what it felt like to rub that hard chest and taste his skin while his hands roamed over her body…’
“Lass Angel asked you a question,” Spike said quietly.
“Ah?” Buffy snapped out of her stupor and plastered a smile on her face. “No it’s on me…my gift, a belated birthday present.”
“Buffy Kathy’s birthday was last month.” Angel said turning to Kathy ready to scold her for manipulating a gift out of her.
“Well I didn’t know her last month, did I silly?” Buffy beamed at him.
Looking back at her beautiful glowing face, he smiled, “No you didn’t.”
They continued to stare into each other’s eyes, each remembering last night’s events. Spike walked over to the ashtray and stamped his cigarette out, loudly, breaking the spell that they had over each other.
Buffy smiled heatedly at Angel then walked over to Kathy. “Okay sweetie let’s leave daddy to his work, say goodbye.”
Kathy ran back over to Angel and hugged his leg. “Bye Daddy, I love you.”
Angel reached down and picked her up giving her a big bear hug, he kissed her cheek. “Bye baby have fun, I’ll see you later.”
“Otay…bye Uncle Spike.” She waved as she ran out the door. “Bye Poppet.”
Buffy took her time leaving; she walked up to Angel and smiled brazenly at him. “You’ll be home around nine?” she asked breathlessly.
Angel put on his best business face and tried desperately to ignore the rise in his pants, he also tried to form some sort of verbal answer but all he could was nod his head like an idiot.
Resting her hand on his arm, she squeezed gently and let her fingernail scrap him slightly. “See you later.” She whisperingly said.
Heading out the door she called out over her shoulder, “Later Spike.”
The door closed with a thud, and Spike looked at the closed door then at Angel’s horny face that hadn’t left the door, then back at the door and then back at Angel. ‘No…it couldn’t be? But it had to be, those looks, those breathy little words, the total lack of anything intelligent to say from Mr. I’m Intelligent All The Time Angel, it had to be.’
“You’re fucking her!” Spike yelled while pointing his finger at the closed door.
Angel’s face turned red and he hurried around the desk and stood right up into Spike’s face. He sneered at him, “I am not fucking her as you so eloquently put it!”
Spike looked deep into his angry eyes and read the truth to his words, but he also saw guilt. He lowered his voice. “Okay, you’re not fucking her, but you want to, and something went down. I know…you can’t deny it. That lass does not blush for anyone about anything okay! I once saw her kiss another female for fuck’s sake and there was definitely no blushing going on then!”
Angel went to reply but the image of Buffy kissing another girl was such a turn on that he had to look away before Spike saw the heat in his eyes, but it was too late and Spike had to sit down in his chair as he too got turned on by the image. “Yeah it was pretty fucking hot mate. You should have seen it.”
Angel sat down and snarled running his hand through his hair. “She’s killing me Spike. I try to stay away, I try to be professional and business like, and what does she do? She wears little skimpy clothes. She dances in my kitchen. She cooks me dinner. She bats those big green fuck me eyes at me, and swings her ass back and forth like it’s just for me. She leans into me, always touching me, breathing on me…”
Spike held up his hand, “I got it mate. No need to go any further.”
“God what the hell am I supposed to do? I can’t fire her. Kathy loves her and to be honest I think she’s the best thing that’s happened to me and Kathy.”
“I’m sorry mate, I really am. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I knew Buffy had a thing for older men I should never have sent her to you.”
Angel swung his gaze to Spikes. “What do you mean a ‘thing for older men’?”
“Exactly what I said. She doesn’t date guys her age; she thinks they’re sloppy and immature.”
“Exactly how many older men has she been with?”
Spike shrugged. “Well she’s not a whore like Darla if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t really know for sure, but I know she was no virgin when we got together, and whenever I see her at The Bronze she’s always with older men.”
Angel scowled darkly. He didn’t like thinking of Buffy as a whore, but that was exactly what was going through his mind. Was he just another notch on her bedpost? Was she just being nice to Kathy to get him in her bed?
Spike saw his line of thinking and jumped in to correct him. “She’s not like that Angelus. Buffy may be many things, but a user she is not and she’s definitely no whore.”
Spike looked at his watch. Damn it he was going to be late for his meeting. “Look I got to go. But you listen to me Angelus, stay away from her. She’s jailbait. That brother of hers is an asshole and if he finds out anything is going on and that you’re rich, he’ll take you to the cleaners.”
Angel sat down feeling utterly dejected. “I know damn it…that’s what I keep telling myself.”
Spike opened the door, “Yeah well go get yourself a date or something, take a lot of cold showers just keep your cock in your pants.”
“Easier said than done.” Angel said miserably.
It was five o’clock on the dot when Spike and Angel walked into the mansion. After their conversation earlier in the day at Angel’s office, Spike decided that he needed to step in and do something before the shit it the fan. So after making some phone calls he called Angel at four o’clock and told him that he made them double dates. When Angel said he wasn’t interested, Spike told him flat out that Buffy was too much of a hot persistent package for a horny bastard like him to ignore, and that this was the only solution, Angel begrudgingly agreed.
As soon as they walked into the house they were hit with the sweet aroma of Sweet and Sour Chicken.
“Bloody hell that smells mouth watering.” Spike said.
“I told you.” Angel said as they made their way to the kitchen where they found Buffy and Kathy seated at the table eating their dinner. They were a picture of domestic bliss and warmth, and Spike turned to see Angel’s reaction, which was staring at the scene like a dying man.
‘Sucker.’ He elbowed Angel in the ribs to snap him out of it and then walked in greeting the girls. “Good evening ladies.”
Buffy was surprised to see them here so early in the evening and she turned to welcome them. “Hey guys this is a nice surprise.” She sweetly said.
“Daddy, Uncle Spike!” Kathy said with a mouthful of food, which she ended up spitting out as she talked.
“Hey baby.” Angel said walking over to her and kissing her on the top of her head.
“Hey poppet.” Spike said as he sat down next to Buffy.
Buffy stood up and walked over to the counter; she grabbed a plate and turned toward them, “Hungry?”
“No thanks lass, we’re not here to stay, just so Angelus can change. We got dates.” Spike said as he stole a piece of chicken off of Kathy’s plate, who giggled at his antics.
Buffy almost dropped the plate she was holding, ‘Dates?’ She looked over at Angel who was avoiding her gaze and her eyes turned to slits. “Oh…” she said stonily.
Kathy looked up at Angel her face crinkled with confusion, “What’s a date?”
Angel looking extremely uncomfortable with his daughter’s question and the cold stare from Buffy didn’t know what to say; thankfully Spike had no problem speaking up.
He leaned forward on the counter closer to Kathy. “Well you see Poppet that’s when ‘adults’…” he said stressing the word, “…go out with friends who are their own age and they hang out and have fun.”
He finished with a smirk in Buffy’s direction who looked back at him with flames coming out of her eyes, at least that’s what it looked like to Angel, who was even more uncomfortable.
Standing there he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he felt like he was cheating on her. He felt like he had just betrayed his lover and the guilt was eating him up inside. Damn Spike for coming up with this idea.
His hand went up to loosen Buffy’s hands that were strangling him…he shook his head, no to loosen his tie…’is it getting hot in here?’ He had to get out of here. He cleared his throat, “I’ll go change.”
Buffy watched him, she saw him shake his head she saw the utter bewilderment and guilt on his face and she would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the boiling anger that was slowly consuming her.
Kathy pushed away from the table and grabbed his hand, “I’ll help you daddy.” Angel quickly glanced at Buffy once more before practically running out of the room with Kathy.
Buffy leaned back against the counter her arms crossed across her chest and glared at Spike, who looked like an innocent schoolboy. But he couldn’t fool her she knew that he was behind this. This ‘date’ was a result of all that tension that she had felt earlier today in his office. Somehow Spike knew and he didn’t approve.
Spike, though he looked cool and unfazed, felt like he was being skinned alive by her heated gaze but knowing Buffy, he knew not to give her the upper hand, so he ignored the urge to turn tail and run and instead popped another piece of chicken in his mouth and turned to face her. “What?” he said.
Buffy just continued to coldly stare at him. She found it comical that he seemed to think that he was going to ‘save’ Angel from her…ha, what a laugh. She probably would have laughed if it weren’t for the growing desire to rip his fucking head off. She smiled evilly at him and shrugged her delicate shoulders, not saying a word.
‘Ah the silent death stare treatment’ Spike sighed and looked at her. “Buffy luv I know what you’re up to and I can’t allow it.”
He actually had the nerve to shake his head at her like he was scolding a small child. Her eyebrow rose at his audacity, “You can’t allow it?” She said quietly and deadly.
“No I can’t! For god’s sakes Buffy are you trying to put the man in jail or something! You know what Riley would do if he found out! Listen to me for once in your life lass and leave the poor bastard be.”
“How would Riley find out Spike, I wouldn’t tell him, I’m sure Angel wouldn’t tell him,” Straightening from the counter she walked over to him and leaned down on the table. “I guess that leaves you…would you tell him?”
“Don’t play games with me Buffy. You know I wouldn’t, look Riley isn’t the problem here okay; the problem is you trying to get into the man’s pants. Look…it just isn’t right damn it!”
‘Well, well isn’t he calling the kettle black.’
“Is that so, so it’s not okay for Angel and I to be together, but it’s okay for you too fuck me and leave when I was fifteen?”
“NO damn it that’s not what I’m saying!” he shouted at her as he stood up and angrily faced her.
“You’re such hypocrite!” She shouted back.
“I am not a hypocrite what happened between you and me was a mistake! Just like this would be if anything happened”
She didn’t say anything at first and Spike gulped, suddenly very afraid for his life, because she had the most determined and sternest look on her face, it was a look that he had never seen on her before and it spooked him.
She stood there staring at him coldly and it almost looked like a ring of fire surrounded her. It was like she was some all powerful Goddess and he was nothing but a small insignificant mortal, with no powers and no say in anything. He finally understood the depth of her unwavering persistence and how Angel must be feeling…small, powerless, and…dickless.
Then her eyes soften and her aura of fire lessened to that of a candle burning in the window. “Look Spike, I know you care about me and I know you care about them.” The fire in her eyes returned and her next words burned hot with steely resolve. “But really it’s none of your business and this ‘date game’ that you’re playing, isn’t going to work.”
A few minutes later, Angel and Kathy walked back into the kitchen and Buffy and Spike were still standing there not moving, not speaking, just killing each other with their eyes.
‘Okay…it’s definitely hot in here.’ Angel thought, “Ready Spike?” He quietly asked.
Buffy took a step back and smiled at them, all the eerie tenacity gone and replaced with warmth and love.
Spike was completely balled over by the display of control that she had over her emotions and he wondered if he ever really knew her at all. “Yeah.” He said to Angel as he started to leave the kitchen, feeling less like a man then when he first walked in.
Watching Spike walk away with his tail between his legs would have been funny if Angel didn’t have the urge to scream ‘I told you so’ at him. But instead he felt bad for him, because he knew exactly what he was feeling.
“Okay, I’ll a…see you guys later.” He turned around to catch up with Spike.
“Oh Angel…” Buffy called out right before they made it to the door.
He was afraid to turn around and look at her, but he sucked it up and did. “Yeah?”
“I thought since it was Friday and I had to be here early tomorrow anyways that I would just stay the night…in the room next to yours”
‘What?’
Buffy almost laughed at the look on both of their faces, Spike looked like he wanted to take a baseball bat to her, and her soon to be lover’s mouth dropped open at the time same time that she saw a rise in his pants.
She smiled at him, “That’s not a problem I hope?”
Kathy started to jump up and down. “Oh that would be so much fun Buffy! We could wear our pajamas and have a pajama party!” She ran over to her and looked up at her happily.
Buffy smiled at her, “We sure can sweetie, me and you all dressed up in our…nighties…playing.” She huskily said.
Of course she intended her words to really mean something else and to someone else. Sneaking a peak at Angel she wickedly laughed inside, his eyes darkened with lust and they were riveted on her, and, she noticed with a giggle, that his pants rose a little higher.
‘Nighties…god he could see it now, Buffy in a barely there negligee…playing…’ he gulped.
Spike grumbled something then punched Angel in the arm snapping him out of his thoughts. “Let’s go mate we’ll be late…the ladies are waiting.” He said smiling coldly at Buffy, who just smiled innocently back at him.
“Ah…yeah okay.” Angel said dumbly.
“Bye guys, have a great time. Don’t worry about us…” she called out as Spike dragged Angel toward the front door, “…we’ll be here…just playing…in our pj’s!” Spike slammed the door on her last words.
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Later that night after she put Kathy to bed, Buffy decided to take a bath, she was very tense and she needed to relax a little. There must have been five bathrooms in this house, but always thinking ahead, she chose the bathroom that was on the same wing as her and Angel’s bedroom.
She ran the hot water and poured in some bubbles, discarding her clothes she gingerly stepped into the steaming hot water and slid down till she was completely immersed.
Leaning her head back against the porcelain tub she closed her eyes and willed her body to relax. She had never in her life been as sexually frustrated as she had been since the moment she stepped into this house. She was used to taking what she wanted and getting it, not this constant game of cat and mouse. Her body was so tense with lust and desire that she felt like she was going to explode. She knew that she was so close to losing it that if he just looked at her with those hot intense eyes, she would cum.
She had to do something, and fast.
She opened her eyes and cursed under her breath…a date…humpf. More like an excuse to get away from her and his building passions, and to get back his self-control that he himself felt slipping away. She would bet her life that it had been Spike’s idea, the interfering bastard. Sometimes he really pissed her off!
God she couldn’t believe how obsessed she was becoming with him and how quickly. It was a little scary considering that usually she was the object of people’s obsession, not the other way around. But she couldn’t get him out of her mind, every thought was of him, every desire in her body was to just wrap herself up in him and never let go. The urge to lick every inch of his hard muscled body reverberated through her every time she stood next him.
Feeling herself throb at the thought she angrily stood up and stepped out of the tub. This was it! She had had enough! No more playing Ms. Nice Girl, no more, I’ll leave you alone shit…she wanted him and she was going to take him and she didn’t care if she had to tie him up to do it.
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Angel quietly opened the front door and stepped inside to a darkened hallway. Looking briefly around he noticed the whole floor was dark and quiet, and he blew out a sigh of relieve.
He half expected her to be here waiting for him to come home in some skimpy little nightie. An image that had stuck with him all night, an image that had ultimately lead to him taking his date home early. He just could not concentrate on anything else but Buffy and the fact that she was sleeping in the room next to his…it was too convenient, to tempting.
He was perturbed by the whole situation. The fact that this seventeen your old imp was running him ragged was pissing him off. He had tried to enjoy his date, Nina was her name or something like that, she was pretty and she was intelligent. She had rambled on about her job at some lawyer’s firm or something, actually he had no clue what the hell she did or even what she had talked about. His mind had been on one thing and one thing only…Buffy, Buffy wearing her pj’s, Buffy playing in her pj’s, Buffy taking off her pj’s, Buffy’s supple naked body spread out before him like a holiday feast.
He took a step toward the stairs and hissed with pain. Leaning down he rubbed his shin. He could still feel the sharp pain of Spike’s boot kicking him under the table, every time someone said something to him and he didn’t speak up quick enough. God it had been a long evening and he was glad to be home but he was also extremely apprehensive about being here.
Hesitantly he climbed the steps and made a left toward the wing of the mansion where his room was, surprisingly; feeling a little let down that she hadn’t been waiting for him downstairs. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, she was trouble with a capital P for prison, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, he couldn’t stop wanting her and he was almost at the point where he didn’t give a shit how old she was…he just wanted to fuck her.
He was so mixed up he didn’t know what to think in fact he couldn’t think clearly at all. He was mad and horny, and he was mad that he was mad and horny. He wanted to wring her neck for making him this jumbled mess of emotions at the same time as he fucked her…hard and brutally.
Coming around the corner he was greeted with a vision that must have materialized from the darkest pits of his depraved mind.
She stood in the soft glow of candles that lit the bathroom up in a warm almost fiery glow. Her hair was swept up haphazardly and little golden tendrils fell down around her shoulders that were bare. She had on a short silk purple robe that came down right above her knees. She stood on one leg with one foot on the edge of the tub, as her hands glided down her leg smoothing it with cream. Her robe was off her shoulders and wide open in the front as it swayed slightly from her actions.
The steam rolled out of the bathroom and into the hallway where he stood encasing him in its humid warmth. He suddenly felt very powerful, as he stood there soaking her in. It was as if his thoughts of just a moment ago conjured her up for his pleasure…his personal pleasure slave, his for the taking…’look at her…she’s waiting for you…take her…take her now!’
His hand lifted to his neck loosening his shirt buttons. Slowly he took a step into the bathroom as he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
He walked up behind her and grabbed her waist pulling her back against him. His body shuttered as his hard cock pressed into her silky covered ass.
Buffy inhaled sharply and stilled her hands. She didn’t have to look to know it was him instead she moaned at the feel of him pressed up against her and she pushed back,”Angel…how was your date?” She asked.
He didn’t say anything as his hands came up and rested on her back. He started to firmly rub her back up and down and Buffy couldn’t help but purr contently, as her hips started to rotate against his hard shaft.
“My date? It was short…all I could do was think of you.”
She laughed huskily, “Mmmm…so you’re not much in the stamina department eh?” She teased him.
Looking down he watched her move against him as his hands grabbed her hips and he slammed against her hard, grunting as he did.
He sneered at her angrily, “So now on top of your shameful flirting and innuendos you’re going to slight my manhood?”
He slammed into her again, making her shutter with lust…”Oh God…Angel…”
“You like teasing me don’t you…throwing your young tight body in my face.” He slammed into her again.
His hands went around her front and he brutally gripped a naked breast in his hand squeezing it hard.
“Ohhhh…”
“You want me to fuck you don’t you? You want my cock inside of you fucking you hard and fast!” He slammed into her again…violently tweaking her nipple.
“GOD yesss…….” She hissed in pain as his fingers continued to painfully pull and tug on her swollen nipples.
“You’re always there…touching me…breathing on me, trying to get me take you, teasing me!” he hissed at her, slamming into her once again.
“Yes!” she screamed.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, he leaned forward and spoke harshly in her ear, “Yes what?”
“Yes I want you…yes I want you inside me…please!” She would whine and beg him all night if that was what it took for him to finally give in and take what he wanted, what she freely and anxiously wanted to give.
Hearing her beg seemed to calm him, and he became aware of what he was doing. He released her hair throwing her head forward. He was mad, he was fucking pissed off, and he felt like a caged animal ready to snap.
He released her hips and stood back from her.
Panting heavily she stood up and faced him; her robe was opened revealing smooth expanse of tan skin and neatly trimmed hair.
She watched as his emotions played across his face, from anger and lust to desperation and pain. When he spoke he sounded lost.
“Why…why are you doing this to me?”
Tears came to her eyes as she took a step forward, “I’m not doing anything that we both don’t want.”
He shook his head and started to back up out of the bathroom. “No, this isn’t right, I can’t do this.”
He turned away and started to briskly walk down the hallway. Buffy ran after him. Reaching him she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. “Don’t walk away from me! Why isn’t it right? Who says?”
“Because Buffy you’re only seventeen…we talked about this already, remember, you agreed!”
“NO you talked and I just went along. I don’t agree…at all! I want you I know that you want me, why should age have anything to do with it? We’re just two people Angel…”
She moved closer to him her hand coming up to rest on his chest, her other hand slid up to his head and into his hair. Her eyes were a bright green and she was desperately beseeching him to understand that it wasn’t a big deal.
“…we’re just two people with natural feelings of desire for each other, why is that so bad…to express it, to explore those feelings…why?”
But he was so stubborn; he shook his head sadly at her, “Because it’s not right Buffy! I’m twelve years older than you! You’re not even eighteen!” He shook his head again at her and she was ready to rip it off.
Buffy was angry now, she could not understand why he would not just let go, why he persisted in being this morally correct person. She stood back from and looked at him, “You’ve been talking to Spike.”
“What?”
“Spike…he’s the one that’s telling you it’s not right.”
“No Buffy, that’s not true.”
“Yes it is I know Spike.”
Seeing a new angle to approach him with, she smiled seductively at him and rested her hand on the top her chest. She purred to him when she spoke next. “He’s jealous you know…he’s only saying that because he doesn’t want you to have me…because he did.”
His eyes turned darker, a storm brewed behind them, but he didn’t speak, he watched as she trailed her fingers between her breasts. “Did he tell you how he fucked me when I was fifteen? Did he tell you how he was inside of me, how he made me scream.”
He grabbed her angrily by the shoulders, growling he threw her up against the wall. “Shut up! I don’t care about you and Spike! I just want you too stop this…this…game you’re playing! I can’t do it…I won’t do it!”
Silent seconds ticked by as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held her strong up against the wall his body pressed into hers but he couldn’t stop his eyes that slowly trailed down her body to her bare chest that heaved with every rapid breath she took. His eyes seemed to smolder as they continued to look at her and her whole body burned from his heated gaze.
She relaxed and moved her leg so that his knee was in between her legs. She pressed down till her naked wetness was on his leg and she started to rub against him, enjoying the friction that his pants made on her throbbing clit.
She started back at him her eyes a dark green her breath coming out in short pants and he watched her, riding his leg, and his own breath began to pant as his leg pushed up into her on its own.
“I need you Angel…I need you so bad. My body’s on fire for you…please, just let us…be.” She implored him as she closed her eyes and started to ride him faster.
His hand lifted and sifted through her hair as it fell all golden around her. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, his heart breaking and his soul crying out for her. She was breathtaking in her inhibitions and he couldn’t stop himself from telling her. “God…baby, you’re so beautiful,” he said in wonderment.
“Please Angel…touch me…feel me…please, I beg you. Give into your desires.” She huskily said still moving against his leg.
He held her face in between his hands and they started into each other’s eyes as she moved back and forth across his leg.
“Buffy…I…”
She couldn’t stand to hear his denial again, so she pleaded with him once more, “No don’t say it Angel, please I ache so much…I need you…please…” She turned her head and kissed his palm, her tongue coming out and licking him.
She was starting to get frantic her body desperate for release and her actions not enough to give it to her. Her hand dropped down to his crotch and she started to rub his hard cock up and down. Angel closed his eyes and tried to hold on, tried to stay in control. But her breathless heady pleas were too much and in a split second he made a decision that would alter his life forever.
“Please Ang….”
“Shhh…baby…it’s okay…I’ll take care of you.” His voice was like warm honey that coated her frazzled nerves and her body became lax as he reached for her leg and lifted it up on to his waist. His hand lowered to her neatly trimmed curls and then slid lower. When his long strong fingers finally touched her aching clit she hissed with pleasure…”Yes… please…make the pain the stop.”
“Shhhh…just relax, just feel.” He whispered in her ear as his tongue came out and licked her down the expanse of her perfect neck. Reaching her pulse point he drew it in between his teeth sucking on it as his fingers effortlessly slid across her wet lips circling her entrance.
Releasing her skin from his mouth he looked up at her closed eyes, “Look at me.” He said a little gruffly.
When her eyes opened and gazed adoringly back into his, he slid three fingers inside of her.
“Oh yesss….” She whined as he curled his index finger up and tickled her womb.
Pressing his palm down on her clit he pumped his fingers inside of her, always tickling her g-spot with his index finger, then pulling them out and doing it all over again. Never taking his eyes off of hers he sped up his pace, pressing harder, pumping faster. Her face was flushed with heated pleasure, her chest heaved with her rapid breath and he was getting lost in the sensuous picture that she presented, and the liquid heat that spiraled out of her and coating his fingers and hand.
“How does that feel baby, better?”
His sexy cajoling voice filled her ears and she increased her pace on his dick, rubbing him faster and harder.
“Yes…sooo good Angel…please faster…I need you so bad…”
“Shhh…” He leaned down and kissed her slowly, his tongue licking her bottom lip then slipping inside of her mouth, she latched on to it as if it were her saving grace, and she increased her pressure on his cock at the same time that his fingers fucked her faster and faster.
“Yesss…Angel I’m soo close…so close…just a little more…” She whined.
“That’s right baby…cum for me…let me feel your fire.”
She was close so close and she knew she was going to cum…”ohhhh…ohhh…yesssss….yes…” She screeched.
“Daddy?”
Hearing Kathy Buffy threw her head back against the wall in frustration, ‘no not again, please!’
“Daddy?”
His hand stilled, and that pinnacle peak of release faded before her eyes and before she knew what was happening he was gone and his skilled his hands were not touching her anymore.
She looked up at him…pleading with him,” Please Angel don’t go…don’t leave me.”
He stepped back from her at the same time that he lifted his fingers to his mouth. His lusty gaze stared back into her desperate one and he placed his fingers in his mouth, savoring her honey juices as he sucked his fingers clean. ‘oh god she tasted like perfection.’
The pitter-patter of little feet was heard coming around the corner. Kathy looked at them, “Daddy? Buffy? What’s going on? “
His eyes closed for one brief second as he tried to control the timbre of his voice. Turning around to face his daughter he maneuvered his body to block the naked shaking form of her babysitter from her young eyes.
“What’s a matter baby?” he shakily asked.
“I had another bad dream daddy?” She said softly.
Angel walked over to her and picked her up, trying to calm her. “Shhh its okay baby, daddy’s here now, let’s go back to your room and get you tucked in. We can talk about your dream there okay?”
“Okay.”
Kathy looked over Angel’s shoulder and looked at Buffy, who was plastered up against the wall, her eyes closed and her hands gripping her robe together.
“Is Buffy okay daddy? Did she have a bad dream too?” She quietly asked.
Angel looked back at Buffy who now had her eyes opened and was desperately trying to pull herself together. He smiled at her, “No sweetie she’s okay, daddy just scared her when he came up the stairs.”
Kathy smiled slightly, “You did that to me too once daddy, remember?”
“Yes I remember sweetie, come on let’s get you back to bed.”
He looked back at Buffy, still standing there shakily, still breathing heavily, and he felt like a cad. “I’m sorry.” He softly said she smiled tightly back at him, “Not half as much as I am.”
He turned away and headed toward Kathy’s room, “Night Buffy.”
“Night Kathy.”
After they turned the corner Buffy ran to her room and closed the door. She fell on the bed and started to cry. She had never in her life felt as alone as she did in this moment.
She wanted him so much, she wanted everything about him, he was perfect, and she almost had him. Almost.
It had taken him an hour to get Kathy back to sleep. An hour of badgering her until she finally told him what her dream had been about. It broke his heart to learn that her nightmares consisted of him leaving her and her being left alone in a darkened room with a witch cackling at her, telling her that no one loved her and that everyone would always leave her.
He hadn’t realized the depths of her fears, he knew that they stemmed from her not remembering her mother and that her daddy was never home, but now hearing this just made him feel like shit…again. He wanted to talk to her about her mother but he never felt like he was in the right frame of mind and he had no idea what to say. And to top off that feeling of fatherly ignorance was the underlying pent up sexual frustration that had his whole being strung out like a taut string.
He had to do something because this was getting crazy and he could not allow Kathy to keep thinking and believing those things especially when they were not true.
Morosely he made his way to his bedroom. Feeling something pull at his soul he stopped. He looked to the right and at the closed door. Buffy’s room. He couldn’t stop himself from walking to it; he placed his palms on the door and leaned his forehead against it.
God he wanted her so much, wanted so badly to give in to his desires and take her. He realized that it was more than that; there was something about her that slipped into his heart and soul, something that made them both cry out for her. To hear the sound of her voice, to feel the touch of her hand, anything from her he wanted it.
The way she had looked at him, with passion and…love? Was that the hidden emotion he had read in her eyes? God he didn’t know anymore but a part of him wanted to believe that.
Standing there at her door like a starving man he could feel her in the other room and he desperately wanted to go to her and hold her. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her and talk to her about his troubles then the thought that maybe he was wrong, slipped into his mind.
He remembered her words and what she said, that it was just them…two people expressing their desires for each other, how could that be wrong? Now he started to wonder, how could that be wrong? Wasn’t that a natural emotion and response? Maybe she was right that age didn’t matter. Maybe all that did matter was finding someone in this world that you could relate to, someone whose soul fit perfectly into yours.
Maybe he was thinking about this whole situation wrong. Or maybe it was just his desperate craving for someone that he could talk to, someone that he could believe in again, someone that made him feel like a man again, and not some schlep who was being cuckolded. He didn’t know how but that was what she made him feel, like she was the opposite side of his soul.
Things were starting to make sense; she was right…because he did want her, in more ways than one, and she wanted him, so who was to say that they couldn’t enjoy each other’s company? And as his Irish catholic upbringing was screaming at him that having sex with her would be wrong, the devil on his shoulder was screaming back that there were plenty of things that they could do without actually having intercourse. Besides it wasn’t like she was going to be seventeen forever!
“mmmm….”
He heard her moaning through the thick wood of the door and his heart speed up. His desire to just be with her and talk to her overrode everything else and his hand went to the doorknob slowly turning it.
Looking inside he saw her lying on the bed, her tank top had ridden up and was bunched up under her breasts, the sheets were sitting low on her waist and her hand was gliding back and forth over her belly. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing rapidly when her head moved to the side and she said his name in that smooth husky tone that turned his body into an inferno, “Angel…”
He couldn’t resist her call and he stepped inside the darkened room and closed the door. He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down, his hand coming up and caressing her hot face.
She smiled and rubbed her cheek in his hand, “Angel…” she mumbled as her eyes slowly opened.
Holding her gaze he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Her mouth automatically opened for him and her hand found its way into his hair gripping his head. The kiss was not hot and demanding like the ones thay shared in the hallway, this kiss was slow and sweet, an exploration into more than just a kiss, but an exploration of the heart and soul, and Buffy keenly felt the difference and her heart broke for him.
The kiss ended and she cradled his head in her hands her eyes misty with unshed tears and when she spoke her voice was filled with love and concern. “What’s wrong?”
He smiled at her but his smile did not reach his eyes. “Am I that easy to read?”
“For me…yes. Is it Kathy, is she okay?”
Angel sighed as Buffy took his arm and pulled him on to the bed and on top of her, she gently pushed his head on to her chest holding him to her as her hand rubbed his back.
He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, he felt the erotic pull that being this close to her erupted in his body but he willed himself to remain still and calm, the need to talk to her more important in this moment then sampling her charms.
“I don’t know what to do? What do I tell her? I can’t tell her what her mother was really like! God she’s having all these nightmares that no one loves her and that I’m going to leave her! I just…don’t know what to do.”
He sounded so lost and confused and a tear fell from her eye and landed on his beautiful brown hair. She caressed his head then leaned down and kissed him. “Angel, the only thing you can do is just keep telling her that you love her. That’s all she needs to hear, that and maybe spending a little more time with her. Deep down she knows that you love her, she’s lonely and it’s her loneliness that is creating her irrational fears.”
“But what do I tell her about Darla? I can’t let her keep thinking that she was a saint.”
“Why not? Who is going to tell her anything different? She’s only four Angel, maybe one day when she’s older you can talk to her about Darla, but right now all she needs to know is that her mommy loved her and that her daddy loves her and will always be there for her. Besides, she’s pretty smart I think she already knows that there was not much love between you and Darla.”
“I’m a terrible father.”
“No you are not a terrible father. You are just a man that has had to deal with some unpleasant things and raise a child on your own. Now maybe you’ve made a few mistakes here and there, but really who hasn’t. “
She lifted his head so she could look into his eyes. “Angel you are doing everything you can do and that is nothing to be ashamed of. And I think underneath all her fears and insecurities, Kathy knows that too…you just have to remind her.” She smiled at him and kissed his forehead lovingly.
As he stared into her gaze and felt her body pressed up against his, as he listened to her speak and listened to her heartbeat at the same time, it all seemed…natural, like this was where he was supposed to be and all of his reservations and uncertainties flew out the window.
“How is that you make everything seem better?” he asked as his hand lifted to sift through her hair. She was so young yet she held all the wisdom of an adult in that beautiful head and he was in awe of her.
She smiled shyly at him, “Is that what I’m doing? I thought it was just another shameless excuse to seduce you.” She smirked at him.
Angel laughed heartily at her sauciness and then he leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. They kissed heatedly for several moments then Angel pulled back, and not able to resist he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, then he leaned back and looked at her seriously, “We need to talk about this…us I mean.”
“Ohhh so serious, should I be afraid?” She teasingly asked.
That comment just made his expression even more serious and he slapped her thigh playfully. “Don’t be sassy.” He said.
There was no mistaking the twinkle in her eye, “Owe…but you like me sassy.” She said as those lickable lips formed a sexy pout.
He groaned as she rubbed up against him and his cock twitched, not holding back his desires anymore, he placed his hand on her thigh and started to caress it.
The look in his eyes was a mix of lust and pensiveness, and when he spoke his voice was quite and serious. “I thought about what you said and you’re right. Age doesn’t matter; all that matters is that two people care about each other and want to express that. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a beautiful thing, and it’s natural.”
He ground his lower half into her again smiling sheepishly at her as she moaned, “Plus I can’t keep away from you anymore, I don’t want to.”
Buffy sexily smiled at him and she ran her hand up his chest. “Thank god you finally came to your senses I don’t know how much more of this cat and mouse game I could take. Now get undressed and come inside…”
She went to move, but he stilled her, pressing her further into the mattress with the weight of his body.
“Angel…” she moaned, “…you need your clothes off for this to really work.”
He smirked at her, “Buffy I don’t think we should have sex…” She was about to argue with him when his finger came up and silenced her, “…yet.”
Her eyes crossed, “What do you mean yet?”
She was so sexy he had to resist the urge to shut up and just take her. It would be so easy to just pull her panties aside and slip into oblivion, but he was trying to set some guidelines here and he couldn’t go back on them, even if they had been implemented yet. “Regardless of what I just said, I still am a little uncomfortable with the fact that you’re so young. “
Buffy rolled her eyes at him, “Angel, I’m not a virgin.” She said not realizing the violent feelings those words invoked in him.
He scowled darkly at her, “Thanks for the reminder.”
She had the good sense to blush at her blunder and her hand rose to his eyebrows smoothing away their crinkled evidence of his displeasure. “I’m sorry I just mean that you don’t have to worry about me, I’m not fragile, I won’t break and I’m not going to run and tell on you…” she teased him.
Then he sighed, “I know that Buffy. Look that’s not the point, I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s not you it’s me. I’m not ready to totally give into passion yet. There’s still something screaming in me…I don’t know maybe it’s the father in me I don’t know, but whatever it is, its screaming at me that this is wrong, and it makes me feel like an old lecher for even being here talking about this. But I’ve realized that I can’t stop wanting you and I can’t keep pushing you away.”
His eyes darkened with lust, and his voice was gruff and hot, “But we can give each other pleasure for now, and when the time is right we can move forward.”
She smiled, okay, that’s sounds like a good plan. All she had to do now was get him naked and then she could just oh accidentally sheath herself on him.
“Give each other pleasure I like the sound of that.” She purred as she let her hand wander to his cock and her fingers idly stroked his harden length.
She drew his head back down to hers needing to feel his full lips against hers, needing to taste him. She wrapped her tongue around his and as they kissed their hands skimmed areas that had been yearning for touch.
She held him tightly enjoying the pleasurable feeling of his weight on top of her, “God you feel so good.” She said as her hands splayed across the wide expanse of his silk covered back.
Needing to be closer still she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist pulling him even further against her aching core as she pressed up into him, she moaned as his hard length rubbed against her clit.
Looking up at her he touched her face, his hand caressed her eyes then down to her nose and across her checks to her lips, he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, when he looked back up into her eyes, the depth of emotions that she read in them made her heart skip a beat.
“What have you done to me?” He asked as he continued to stroke her face and hair, his voice filled with awe and bewilderment.
“What is it about that you that pulls me to you? Why do I feel like you belong to me?”
Her eyes were moist with unshed tears of happiness and understanding; she lifted her hand and caressed his face. “I don’t know Angel, but I know that I feel the same way. It’s why I pushed you, why I kept pursuing you…I just wanted to be with you.”
His eyes darkened with passion and his hands started their trek down her luscious ripe body. “I want that too…more than anything.” His lips descended on hers once again and she opened for him. Their mouths melded together as if they were one, both taking and giving with lips and tongue and heart and soul, cherishing the taste of each other.
Angel moved on to her cute little ear nipping at it gently and blowing in it lightly then he moved on and started to lavish her heated skin with wet open mouth kisses down her slim neck and chest. Finding her shirt in his way he pulled it off and then sat back and looked at her beautiful breasts. “So beautiful.” He held them in his hands lovingly and pushed them up as he lowered his mouth. He laved them with love and attention, suckling them and nipping at her nipples.
Buffy held his head to her breasts as she ran her leg up and down his leg rubbing her body against his. He was fully dressed and the contrast of fabric sliding over her hot naked skin was almost unbearably exciting.
“Angel, take your clothes off.” She implored him.
He stopped nipping at the underside of her left breast and looked up at her, his uncertainty of that move clearly evident on his face. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea Buffy, at least not now…it’s too soon, we’re too needy, and I don’t want to take the chance of slipping up.”
‘Damn it, he must have read my mind.’
She pouted, “Well at least take your shirt off.”
He smirked, “That I can do.”
He sat up and went to unbutton his shirt, but Buffy sat up with him and swatted his hands away. “Let me.”
She was quick and before Angel knew it she had his shirt off and her mouth securely latched on to his nipple sucking hard. He shifted his hands through her hair enjoying the sucking pressure of her mouth.
When her hands went to his belt buckle and started to unbuckle it, he pushed her hands away. “Buffy.” He warned her.
She looked up all innocent, “what?”
Smirking at her he told her flat out, “No.”
‘Damn morals!’ she thought as she pouted at him and batted her eyelids. She lowered her voice and tried another more, seductive route, “But I want to taste you, I want to give you pleasure.” She said as she licked his nipple roughly and squeezed his cock.
“Ohhh god…” he hissed with pleasure trying to maintain some sort of control and stick to his guns. “I want that too…you have no idea how much, but not tonight.” Suddenly he pushed her back down on the bed and spread her legs wide.
Buffy let out a surprised squeal landing back on the bed, she looked up at him with a hungry expression that clearly said…’be rough…take me.’
“Tonight I’m going to give you pleasure.” He looked down at her sopping curls and moaned, “Tonight I’m going to taste paradise.” Without another word he lowered his head to her beautiful moist core and latched on to her clit sucking lightly then drawing it into his mouth and tapping it quickly with his tongue.
“Ohhh…yeasss right there.” She whined as she brutally gripped his head.
Releasing her nub he licked her from top to bottom and back and forth as his fingers spread her lips open for his mouth. Lifting her hips up, he moved his mouth lower circling her rosebud with his tongue as he pressed his thumb up inside of her. She jumped at the intrusion and she became even wetter, this was something new for her and she was enjoying it immensely.
“Ohhhh…my god…Angel…”
Angel moaned as he continued to pleasure her, her taste was exquisite and he couldn’t get enough. He always loved giving women pleasure, the way he saw it was that if there was one thing in this world that a man did right, it should be this, so it was no surprise to him that he was getting as much pleasure out of it as she was.
What did strike him as different was the fact that doing it to Buffy felt like it was everything it should be. Not only was it erotic, pleasurable for him as well as her, and something that he could do for hours, but it was also as if he could taste her soul, hear her heartbeat, he could almost taste the copper tang of her blood. It felt like the doorway to possess her and he was a demon intent on possessing her.
Growling hungrily he sped up his attention, stiffening his tongue he plunged in and out of her honey pot as his thumb continued to pump in and out of her rosebud. He was a demon possessed…he had to have her…he had to make her cum…he had to taste her juices as they cascaded down his throat…and he wouldn’t stop till he achieved that goal.
But Buffy was so wound up, so hot and horny that within minutes she was ready to explode, and she did, “ANGELLLLLL!” she screamed as she brutally gripped his head pushing his face further into her heat, her legs convulsing as they squeezed him, her body shaking with the most explosive orgasm she had had in months, if ever.
“Oh…my…God…Angel! That was incredible! I’ve never ever felt that way before!” she said in wonder with a smile as radiant as the sun on her contented face.
Angel licked her clean then looked up at her and smiled smugly. She looked so…sated and satisfied that it made him feel like a God, like he held all the power of the world in him, it was a feeling that he didn’t think he had ever felt before…definitely not with Darla and never with any of the other nameless women he had slept with. It was a titillating reaction because it made him wonder what he would feel like when he was finally inside of her, and he sent a silent prayer to God that she turn eighteen soon.
“You’re so beautiful.” He reverently said as he stroked her belly.
Finally catching her breath Buffy looked down at him with love in her eyes. His chin was resting on her pubic bone and his eyes were transfixed on his fingers as they circled her bellybutton.
She was amazed by the orgasmic gift he had just given her, and that was what it was, a gift, an incredible gift of selflessness resulting in the ultimate pleasure for her and she wanted to reciprocate and rock his world.
She smoothed his hair away from his sweaty forehead drawing his eyes to hers, “Let me give you pleasure Angel please.”
He shook his head even though his body hummed with her words, “No baby not tonight.” He sat up and pulled the covers over her. “It’s late you need to sleep.”
She tried again, “But that’s not fair.” She reached out and squeezed his cock making him squeeze his eyes shut and moan softly. “You haven’t cum yet and I want to taste you.”
‘Oh god…don’t say that word! I’m trying to do the right thing here!’
Gently he pried her hand off of him and pushed her back onto the bed. “Temptress, please I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
“No I’m trying to do the right thing here. “ She smirked back at him.
“Buffy.” He whined.
“Angel” She whined back.
They shared a smile then he leaned down and kissed her on the lips tenderly, “Good night”
He stood up turning away but she grabbed his arm stopping him.
“Stay with me.” She asked as she took his hand and brought it up to her lips kissing his knuckles.
Watching her little tongue come out and lick his knuckles he knew that was a very, very bad idea. “I don’t think that’s a good idea Buffy.”
She saw the resolve on this face and she knew he wouldn’t budge. She understood everything that he had said to her before, she didn’t like it, but she understood. Besides there was plenty of time to bring him around.
“Okay.” She begrudgingly agreed, ending it with another sexy pout meant to sizzle his brain…which it did.
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips; her tongue came out and played with his lazily. “yummy” she said.
He laughed at her and started to walk toward the door. He stopped then turned around, “Buffy?”
“Yes my sweet Angel.”
He rolled his eyes at her antics, “There’s a carnival in town, how about tomorrow I come home early and I’ll take you and Kathy to it, when can have a picnic after.” He asked a little nervously, unsure of what she would say.
But Buffy beamed at him excitingly and jumped out of the bed and flew into his arms. “Oh, Angel that sounds wonderful! Kathy would love it and I’d love to spend more time with the two of you.” She kissed him on the lips and then drew back still smiling happily.
Smiling like an idiot he leaned down and kissed her again, “Good than it’s a date.”
“It’s a date.”
Still smiling, though now more carnally; he smacked her firmly on the ass. “Now get back to bed.” He said as she rubbed her sore derriere.
“Manhandle much?”
Opening the door he stepped out into the hallway only to be stopped by her voice again. “Angel?”
He turned around, “Yeah”
“I…I really, really like you.” She shyly said making his heart skip.
He smiled at her lovingly, “I really like you too. Good night Buffy.”
“Good night Angel.”
He closed the door and went to his room. He walked into the bathroom and ran the cold water, he didn’t bother taking his clothes off he just stood under the water and counted to a hundred in Latin.
Her lips wove a wet path down his chest, stopping at a hardened nipple, her mouth covered it as her tongue swirled around, sucking his nipple further into the warm recesses of her mouth. Her nails raked his chest as she abandoned the nipple to continue her ardent exploration. She licked his hard abs from side to side then moved lower still. Reaching his bellybutton her tongue circled it slowly then dipped inside tickling the fine hairs that adorned it making him giggle.
“Buffy.”
His big hands sifted through her golden mane massaging her scalp as she continued her ministrations. She straddled his legs and as she moved lower her beautiful sopping pussy rubbed his knee and he had the strongest desire to lift his leg and lick it clean. He felt her hand wrap around his hard length strongly stroking him and he moaned deeply.
“Buffy.”
She didn’t answer him, instead she used her mouth for something better like wrapping it around his beseeching, twitching shaft. Slowly she sucked as she bobbed her head up and down, milking him with all she was worth. Her hand tickled his balls and her tongue swiped at the top of his head licking the precum that settled there. She moaned and the vibration rumbled through him making him even harder.
“Oh God Buffy…don’t stop.”
She quickened her pace and sucked harder, relaxing the muscles in her jaw she deep throated him and he felt the head of his cock hit her tonsils. He jerked up into her mouth, feeling his balls tighten, knowing that he was about to cum he tugged on her hair. “Baby stop, I want to come inside you.”
She released his cock and looked up smiling at him. Licking her lips, she straddled his hips and positioned him at her entrance. She sank down embedding him fully inside of her and they moaned in unison at the wholeness of their union.
Putting his hands on her hips he urged her to start moving and she did. Slowly at first, placing her hands on his chest she lifted herself up till his cock was almost out then she sank back down embedding him deeply inside of her again. Again they moaned as one. Leaning forward she touched her lips to his smoothly gliding them back and forth as she slowly lifted herself up again and then slowly sank back down.
Their kiss was languid like her movements and his hands dug into her hips telling her without words to go faster and harder. She smiled knowing what he wanted and increased her pace.
She was riding him hard and fast and he watched her possessively. Her body arched back as she leaned her hands on his knees and threw her head back, her hair tickling his kneecaps. Her breasts jiggled violently with her fast rocking and he suddenly sat up wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her chest up to his watering mouth.
His mouth engulfed her rosy nipple sucking ferociously as his hand trailed a path down her back and to the crevice of her ass, moving lower to where they were joined. Holding the base of his cock he lifted his finger up tickling her outer lips every time she slammed back down on him.
“So wet.” He said. Her juices coated his finger as he ran it along her lips and his shaft.
Her breathing became even more erratic and she grabbed his head brutally kissing him. She slammed down again and the bed started to rock…jumping up and down…jumping up and down…with her rough motion…jumping up and down….
“Daddy wake up!” Kathy screamed as she jumped up and down on the bed.
His eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly. His breath was uneven as he scanned the room looking for her. Turning lust filled tired eyes to his energetic four year old, who was currently jumping up and down on his bed, it dawned on him. ‘Ah? Oh God…not Buffy jumping up and down, Kathy. Fuck a dream, just a dream.’
Lying back against the pillows he pulled the covers up and over his massive hard on, he forced a smile to his face. “Hey what are you doing up this early sweet-pea?” He asked running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Buffy said we were going to the carnival today and I was so excited I wanted to come in and wake you. Buffy said it was okay. Is it okay Daddy?” She looked at him hopefully as she continued to jump up and down on the bed making Angel’s head spin.
With his mind in the gutter and lingering on his dream, it took him a minute to fully comprehend what she said. “Ah…yeah, it’s okay sweetie. Where is Buffy?” ‘And why isn’t she taking care of you so I can continue with my sweet erotic dream?’
Kathy looked up at the ceiling wondering if she could touch it if she jumped high enough. She stretched her arms up and increased her jumping. Angel inwardly moaned her actions rocked the bed and only fueled his amorous desires. “Baby, please stop that. Where’s Buffy?”
But she didn’t. If anything she jumped higher. “She’s downstairs making brakefast.”
“Breakfast.” Angel corrected her as he grabbed his robe and got out of bed.
“That’s what I said Daddy!” Kathy irritatingly said stretching her little body as much as she could, trying to touch the ceiling.
She had the most adorable determined face on and if it weren’t for the persistent hard on that he was sporting he would have laughed at her. Instead he scowled and grabbed her by the arms lifting her off the bed. He scooted her toward the door smacking her lightly on the rump making her giggle. “Well why don’t you go downstairs and help her, show Buffy how daddy likes his coffee.”
She giggled as she headed out the door, “Buffy said she already knows.”
His eyebrow rose, “She did, did she?”
“Yup.”
“And how is that little miss know it all?” He asked leaning down and tweaking her nose.
She shrugged, “She said she just did.” She started to walk down the hall, “Hurry up Daddy or your brakefast will be cold.”
“Breakfast!” Angel called out to her as she ran around the corner disappearing.
He closed the door and took a deep breath. ‘Shower, cold, cold shower.’
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Taking the steps two at time he practically ran down the stairs feeling like he was seventeen again. He was so excited to see her, he could feel his heart beating furiously, his stomach felt like it was in knots and his hands were wet and clammy. After his shower he had dressed quickly and then stood in front of the mirror brushing his hair. He almost dropped the brush at seeing the happy expectant face that started back at him. It was the face of young innocent love, not that of a shut-off cynic. He wasn’t sure how to feel about all of the effervescent emotions flowing through him but he wasn’t sorry and he wouldn’t change a thing.
It was all so surreal; her coming into his life, his reaction to her, the whole scenario felt like it was either some sick and twisted porn movie or a family feel good Disney movie, either way it seemed like a very, very distant dream that was coming to life.
He ran down the steps and the smell of coffee and eggs filtered through his nose, he grinned like a hapless kid his entire being anticipating a day spent with her and his daughter.
“Morning” He cheerfully said.
Buffy turned from the oven, a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, a blinding smile on her face and her eyes lit with happiness.
“Morning” She purred at him as her eyes traveled down his jean clad legs and black tee shirt.
He smiled back at her and then let his own eyes wonder down her petite frame that was encased in a powder blue sundress. When his eyes rose back to hers he winked at her quickly then turned his attention to Kathy.
Buffy was shocked by his show of playfulness but she held her surprise back and smiled warmly at him.
“So baby you excited about today?” Angel asked sitting down next to Kathy and pouring her more orange juice.
“Oh I can’t wait Daddy! Do you have to go to work? Can’t we just go to the carnival now?” she whined. She was so excited a whole day spent with her daddy and her new best friend. It was a luxury that she never had the pleasure of experiencing before and she didn’t want to wait.
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