Santa’s Naughty Little Elves
Disclaimer: *laughs the insane laughter of a thousand hysterical people*
Distribution: My site, Zo’s site ( Anyone else, please ask me.
Author’s Notes: This is yet another PWP story about two strangers meeting up in the work place. There’s just something so... sexy about that, isn’t there? This belongs to the "Spontaneous Liaisons" series that is co-written with the wonderfully awesome Zo.
Rating: NC-17 for naughty Christmas fun. If you are younger than 18 and very impressionable, DO NOT READ THIS!
This ventures into the no-kid-land...
Feedback: Pretty, pretty please with a nice naked Angel wearing only a scarf...
Summary: Two of Santa’s elves don’t realize they are working for the same Santa until they are forced to work the same shift together... where lust becomes more important than candy canes and jingle bells.
Buffy looked up from where she was handing a little girl a red candy cane to fix her eyes on the other elf sitting on the other side of the large Santa in between them. He smiled down at the little kid before him before reaching into his little knapsack for more candy.
She couldn’t believe her eyes when he had walked in the door, dressed in tights and a brightly colored candy cane shirt that just reached the top of his thighs, hiding his goodies from the world of innocent eyes. But she could tell what he was hiding under there. How could any grown woman not?
The image was topped off with a pointy hat and ridiculously loud shoes. The outfit was a complete replica of hers for they were both working at the Sunnydale Mall as Santa’s little elves. She didn’t even know who the hell the other elf was until tonight. The mall had called them both in because it was the Saturday before Christmas and the kids were going to be everywhere. Plus, there was extra pay so she couldn’t pass it up.
But she had never imagined that her elf twin was the hot man standing on the other side of the ridiculously large chair. Ever since he had walked in the door, wearing nothing but his elf outfit, she couldn’t stop staring at him. And judging by the growing wetness between her legs, she knew her body was reacting in much the same way.
She wanted him.
Only the fact that every little kid in Sunnydale was at the mall that night stopped her from stealing him away and riding him like a crazed woman. And it wouldn’t do to have so many unhappy little kids hanging around, waiting for their candy after giving their wishes to Santa.
But it was so tempting...
He was over six feet tall and had the most gorgeous build on a man she had ever seen. He had dark hair and dark eyes and was the epitome of the saying ‘tall, dark and handsome’. Yet even that failed to fully give him the credit he deserved. He was gorgeous and she wanted nothing more than to take him for herself.
As the hours passed, Buffy continued to stare at him from the corner of her eye, smiling down at the kids as she gave them candy and led them towards Santa. She was slightly shocked to find her thoughts straying every few seconds to his perfect ass so perfectly captured in his outfit then the thoughts of him standing over her as he fucked her into oblivion.
God, what had happened to her? She wasn’t actually looking for anyone at the moment. She had a sort of on-again, off-again relationship with a man named Riley but his reluctance to jump in the sack had left her feeling extremely sexually frustrated. She had gone from a sex-all-the-time relationship with a guy called Spike to a wait-until-we’re-married deal with Riley.
That would explain why every time she looked over at the other elf, she could feel her hot pussy clenching every few seconds as she imagined his hard length ramming into her.
And the funny thing was that she had never seen him in her entire life. But the instant he walked in, she knew that she would very gladly be his love slave for all time. And had no problem admitting it to herself.
Finally, as the mall began to shut down, various shops locking up and sending their workers home, the crowd of kids finally began to dissolve before there were only three more in line. Smiling happily down at the child before her, she asked a mundane question as she realized that she had been in one of the happiest moods since she began working there. And she had no problem realizing what the reason was.
Before she knew it, she was standing there, talking to the large man who had been Santa as he finally left. He had been complaining about some kid peeing on him a few minutes ago but Buffy hadn’t been paying attention. Her heavy-lidded eyes were attached to one man, and one man only as he leaned over to pick up a wrapper from the ground.
"Hi," she said as she finally stepped up to him. "I’m Buffy. We never got the chance to meet before all the rush."
"Yeah, I know who you are. I’m Angel."
"You know who I am?"
"Apparently Santa has a little thing for you so whenever I’m around, the conversation is about the ‘sexy blonde who plays his elf’."
Buffy took a second to accept that before she blinked her eyes and smiled up at him. Up close, she couldn’t believe she had never seen this man before. If she had, there would be no such thing as sexual frustration in her mind, even if Santa had a little thing for her. He was about to lose any chance he had with her in that very minute... even though she knew she would haven’t given the mall Santa a chance in hell.
"Well, I think I have a thing for you," Buffy said in a husky voice and Angel looked up from where he had been emptying the candy from his sack of goodies.
His eyebrows shot up and a smile tinged his face. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice slightly teasing.
Buffy bit her lip in reply before nodding, looking up at him from under her long eyelashes. "Would it be wrong of me to ask if I could..." She moved forward, her movements deliberate and her intentions clear. Angel felt a full-blown grin about to explode on his face. There was a mere inch between them as Buffy looked up. "... have a taste?"
Angel didn’t have to respond before Buffy moved to wrap her arms around his neck and push herself up so she could reach his lips easier. Pressing against his full lips, Buffy ran her tongue along his lower lip before meeting his and forcing an erotic dance between the two appendages.
Buffy moaned in agreement as his arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her closer to him. She could feel the hardened pebbles of her nipples pressing into his hard chest and she rubbed against him, shooting thrills of pleasure through her body.
Breaking away from the kiss, Buffy panted roughly as she pushed away from him only to push him further back into the chair the Santa had just recently vacated. The fact that they were sitting in the heart of the Sunnydale Mall didn’t faze either of them as Buffy moved to straddle the handles, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him once more.
Lust roared though her body as she arched into him, her lower half rubbing against the very large bulge that seemed to be pushing up against her. Moaning into his mouth, Buffy sucked on his tongue, mimicking the actions she knew he desired.
She could feel his large hands on her hips, forcing her further down as his hips thrust up. Gasping as she moved away from his lips, Buffy looked down at him. He stared up at her and neither moved except for their lower halves. The speed increased and Buffy felt her face growing lax with pleasure as she arched into him once more. Her nails dug into his scalp as she clenched his hair in her fingers.
Before she knew what was happening, his fingers were down there, resting against her heat and he pressed up into her and Buffy flung her head back. His talented fingers began a sweet dance against her clit that had her panting and whispering for him before she exploded against his hand. Coming with a short shout, Buffy clenched his head in her hands as she threw herself against him, her lips instantly finding his.
Groaning his approval, Buffy kissed him roughly before pulling away and making her way down his jaw line, leaving small butterfly kisses along his skin before she reached his ear where she sucked. She heard him gasp before arching into her lips.
Licking along his neck for a second, Buffy finally forced herself from his lap only to land on the floor, spreading his legs before moving between them. He looked down at her with hooded eyes and Buffy threw him a sultry smile.
Reaching up beneath his green tights, Buffy scraped her nails across his skin as he continued to watch her actions. Looking up at him, she smiled before slipping her fingers underneath the tights and pulling them down, revealing his already pulsing cock.
Hiding her momentary surprise, Buffy licked her lips before taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hand came up to grip him as well. Buffy began a small bobbing motion, her lips gripping him tightly as her tongue swirled around him sweetly. Angel groaned his appreciation, his hand tangled in her hair as he helped guide her movements, his hips lifting to meet her.
A quiet moment pasted of Angel’s heavy pants and Buffy’s small sucking noises as she rejoiced at the taste of his precum. He tasted even better than she had imagined...
"Oh, God, I’m coming," Angel whispered softly, his head laying back, his eyes closed. "Buffy..."
Buffy began humming softly and Angel cried out, gripping the back of her head roughly as he shot his seed into her mouth. Buffy swallowed it all completely, milking him of every last drop. Several minutes passed as Buffy released his limp cock, licking her lips and smacking them together. Rubbing her legs together as best she could, she tried to alleviate the throbbing coming from between her legs. Angel finally opened his eyes as the pleasure started to subside and looked down at her. She was laying her head against his thigh, the action so intimate it caused Angel’s cock to start hardening once more, swelling almost supernaturally fast. With Buffy’s eyes closed, she didn’t notice as she continued to squeeze her thighs together.
Suddenly he pulled her away from him gently, pulling her to her feet and lifting her into his arms as he stood, moving towards the table where a small train set was slowly moving around the track. Shoving the track away and causing a piece to snap, Angel found Buffy’s lips once more.
Sprawling her out on the table, Angel slipped his hand between them, easily ripping the soft fabric that encased her lower half, freeing her legs as she spread them further apart. Angel wasn’t pleased to see her wearing some underwear and proceeded to use both hands to rip them open. Buffy found herself giggling, her mind focusing only on what awaited her.
Before she knew what was happening, he was filling her with a deep thrust and she arched her back, bringing her legs up higher to wrap around him. He pulled back and thrust back into her, quickly building a steady rhythm as she gradually brought her legs higher and higher, allowing him to go deeper. Angel moaned, panting heavily as he thrust into her.
Finding her lips, Angel pressed a hard kiss to her lips, his fingers sprawling through her hair and gripping it tightly as his movements became more erratic. Breaking away from her kisses, Angel closed his eyes tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Buffy gasped. "I’m so close," she whispered softly, her jaw clenched. "Oh, God, Angel, please... harder... harder...!"
Her soft voice reached him and he increased his thrusts, causing the table to rock against the floor, scraping it. Moving his body upwards slightly, Angel forced his hips closer to hers and Buffy yelped before losing control of her own hips as she fell into her climax, the power of it rocking through her body. Buffy cried out, arching into Angel as he fought for his own release. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, Buffy found her second release before he finally came with a shout, his own back arching.
That was when the table cracked.
Buffy cried out in surprise as the table crumbled beneath them, causing them and the train set to fall to the floor. Angel watched as the train fell down the table and landed right on Buffy’s head. He winced as she scowled in pain. But he could still see the evidence of the pleasure he had given her.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a breathless voice as he lifted his hand to rub the top of her head. Buffy smiled softly.
"Yeah. Just a little bruise. But other than that... wow," she murmured and Angel chuckled.
"I really, really think we should do that again," Buffy remarked, looking up at him, remarkably comfortable on the broken table.
"I live just a few blocks away," Angel said, his eyebrow lifting in question. Buffy smiled up at him.
"Well, what are we waiting for?"
Buffy and Angel jerked and they both looked to see where the shout came from. An angry Santa came storming out of the back office of the security station.
A blush colored both of their faces, a color very much in tune with the holidays...