Naughty
Author: Copper Email: [email protected] Spoilers: Harsh Light Of Day Synopsis: Buffy. Parker. Payback...my way. ;) Timeline: Beginning of second year-orientation week. Buffy and Angel are together-vamp, no curse. Rating: R, maybe for innuendo, situations Note: This was inspired by listening to the 'Crazy for You' soundtrack way too many times. What can I say? I love musicals! 'Naughty Baby' is property of whoever owns the Gershwins' music. I know it's beem a while since Parker but this just seemed to be perfect. I hope I got it right! Not betaed. Oh yeah, Buffy can sing. Dedication: To everyone who misses 'our Buffy' and especially B/A; Isa for wanting my first fic; Serena 'cuz she's Serena, and Ivy for making me smile.
Orientation week, again. Only this year, Buffy was happy, happier than she'd been in ages. After the End of Days, Angel's curse had been lifted and they'd had it out. Each of their cars could practically make the drive between LA and Sunnydale without a driver. He'd rented a large flat, and lived there with her on weekends and weeks that he took off, like this one. Life was as perfect as it could get. ~~~~~ Campus 'Buffy!' She turned and smiled as she saw a tall black-haired girl making her way towards her. 'Hey, Lys. How's it going?" 'Things are great. I just talked to Shannon and Rina, who are definitely in, and Fliss and Jecca have made sure that all the girls in their dorms know about the show and will be there. I can't wait!!!' Smiling excitedly, Lys was barely able to breathe. The petite blonde answered laughing, 'I've talked to both Oz and Riley and they've talked to the guys so that's all set, as well. Only one person left to talk to...and I just spotted him.' Her smile became devious as she waved to her friend, heading towards her quarry. 'Parker?' 'Oh..hey...Buffy...' He was a little nervous, they hadn't really said anything to each other since she hit him with that stick last fall. 'Don't worry. No clubs,' holding up her hands. 'Actually, I was wondering if you were going to be at our open house Friday night? I planned it, and will be acting in a few skits...it's going to be great.' She smiled her sweetest, most convincing smile as she turned to head to her apartment and Angel. 'Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world.' And murmuring to himself, 'All those pretty young girls...' Buffy's hearing picked it up, though, and she laughed to herself. ~~~~~ The Flat Opening the door, she heard a deep voice ask, 'Is everything set for Friday?' Angel, not prepared for her to throw herself on him, was knocked over as she dropped kissed all over his face and ears. Calming down a bit she punctuated each word with a kiss, 'He swallowed the bait hook, line and sinker! I'll have to practice a couple of times with the guys but it's my show.' 'Show?' he teased. 'I thought I was the only one who got shows...' 'Oh you...you know this is partly for you. And you'll be there, right?' 'There is no way I'm going to miss this. And speaking of missing things...' Angel bent his head until his lips brushed hers softly, tracing their outline with the tip of his tongue and slowly opening her mouth until she groaned in frustration, pulling his lips to firmly crush her own and beginning a sensuous, frantic duel. He'd just raised her top and brought his mouth to caress her breasts as she gasped, when a knock on the door interrupted. They reluctantly separated, as he whispered, 'Hold that thought,' and went upstairs to open the main door. Willow just grinned at her best friend's rumpled condition. 'Angel's getting drinks for everyone upstairs. You might want to fix your lipstick.' 'There's no point. It's not like we're in high school, anymore. I'm pretty sure they don't think we were just holding hands, and besides...it will just come off the minute everyone leaves.' Watching Willow turn pink, Buffy wondered if her friend would ever stop blushing. They walked upstairs and saw that everyone was just about set. Buffy called them together, handed the guys their words, and made sure that everyone was completely up for what they were going to do. Comments of, 'You bet!', 'Do you know how long it took for Cindy to go out with me after what he did?', 'No one deserves it more!' rang out from different corners of the room. For the next hour, Buffy explained and taught the guys their words and a bit of choreography. Hoots could be heard every so often as they learned a bit more about the plan, but only Buffy knew the whole thing and she wasn't telling. ~~~~~ Friday night, Stevenson Hall, SU Campus 'It looks wonderful, baby.' Angel's arms pulled her back against him and she turned her face up for a quick kiss. Of course, it didn't end until an accented 'Bloody hell' was heard. 'Hey, Spike. You all ready?' She'd recruited him to make sure Parker didn't try to get out once the show began. 'Oh come on, Slayer. You know I'm only doing this because I get to see you humiliate the bastard and stare at your legs...' 'Why, Spike, I didn't know you cared?' Leaving Angel's arms for a second, she walked over and whispered in his ear, 'You're such a softy. Thanks.' With a quick kiss on the cheek, she went back to Angel and started using him to warm up. Not that she needed any help keeping her balance, but he knew how much they loved to touch each other. Eventually, everyone was ready was there. Lys, went out on stage to start the show. There were the usual welcomes, skits detailing the horrors of cafeteria food, shared rooms and laundry, the difficult profs including Walsh and the one that had kicked Buffy out last year; laughter could be heard and Angel was incredibly proud that his lover had been the organized it. Time went quickly and soon it was time for the grand finale. ~~~~~ Showtime Buffy nodded at Spike who took his place behind Parker, then went out on stage. 'Welcome. I hope you've enjoyed the show. We have a very special surprise tonight but before we begin, I'd like to ask Parker Abrams to come up to the stage.' She waited while he rose and Spike directed him up the stairs where Buffy sat him in a chair and whispered, 'Just play along.' 'Parker's a friend of mine from Lowell. In fact he's a lot of girls' friends.' Those watching the stage as he suddenly began to look for a way off, laughed. 'So, Parker, this is for you! The lights went out as she briefly stepped backstage to remove her overdress and make sure the music was cued. Spike gave Parker a couple of quick instructions so he'd know what to do when she reappeared. His arms around her, as though he'd just grabbed her, Parker's body blocked the blonde. The gasps when she pushed him away were loud and from backstage Angel's blood started raging while he wished he hadn't worn the leather pants as she'd asked. Her hair was in curls around her shoulders; her makeup heavy and seductive but it was the deep red dress, with it's low-cut top and slit to almost the top of her right thigh that showed her garter that was killing them. Luckily, the shows weren't monitored... A hush fell as she went into her routine, her voice angry: You are without a doubt the rudest, most uncouth, roughest man, I have ever met! She sighed deeply which made her chest rise invitingly towards him. Come 'ere! He gulps-at the site, but mostly because she grabbed his tie to pull him to her. Her voice was sweet but kept getting lower. If you want a girl who's sentimental... One who'll never set you in a whirl One who will be always sweet and gentle I am not that kind of girl... Slowly, more suggestive... But, if you prefer a rather swift one If you think you'd like to run around With a bright one...Her finger runs up his chest. I am just the ri-igh-ight one (tempo picks up) Innocent, yet seductive he can do nothing but stare as she begins...her voice rising and dipping at the end of each phrase as if to emphasize... Naughty baby, Naughty baby Who will tease you! I can show the way, and know the way to please you! He gulps again If you're wanting a beginner I shan't do! Choking...poor boy. Her hips, leg, top of her breasts...all being used. I can make a saint a sinner When I want to
