Vampy Baby
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Timeline: Same as Poor Vampy and Vampy, Sweetie Summary: Angelus is feeling better, thank you very much! Spoilers: Just the rest of the series... Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you????
For the second day in a row, Angelus awoke to find himself in Buffy's bed. Only, this time, she wasn't in it with him. Angelus frowned, until he heard her off-key singing from downstairs. He grinned, as he threw back the covers, revealing his naked, aroused form. He leapt out of bed and snuck down the stairs. Angelus carefully avoided the sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains. Luckily, though, the heavy curtains in the kitchen, where Buffy was cooking herself some breakfast, were still drawn. One thing he had learnt about Buffy, mornings were not her favorite time of the day. She was facing away from him, concentrating on the French toast she was making. Angelus would have no more of her little pitying looks and sounds. She was his! And now that he was back in shape, so to speak, he was going to fucking well prove it! He grabbed her from behind, swinging her around so that she stood in front of the counter in the center of the kitchen. Angelus ripped singlet top from her body, then thrust her bare chest forward onto the hard counter in front of her. Buffy gasped as her warm nipples came into contact with the cold surface. She forgot all about breakfast as she felt Angelus' hand tugging up her short skirt and jerking off her panties. His hand delved between her legs, to find her dripping wet. His hand was suddenly replaced by his engorged shaft, and Buffy cried out at the sudden, but welcome invasion. Angelus wrapped one arm around her waist, while the other balanced him on the counter's edge. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear as he began to thrust himself inside her, hard and fast. "Oh yeah, baby...you're miiinnnnneeeee..." Buffy closed her eyes as a shivered shot down her spine. "Always..." she groaned back as she felt his fangs slid easily into the soft skin of her neck. The slayer lost track of how long they continued in that fashion, Angelus pleasuring her into submission, while draining her body of its precious blood. Finally, the couple climaxed. Buffy's tense body suddenly went limp as all power drained from it. Angelus nearly collapsed in pleasure, but had the sense to get them upstairs and into her bed, first. Where he started all over again... Angelus laid her on the bed, her body refusing to function properly from blood loss. He fell on top of her almost immediately and smirked in her ear. "We need to get that blood pumping again, hey Buff?" Had she been able, the slayer would have eagerly participated as her lover's cold tongue invaded her mouth. She closed her eyes against the feeling of helplessness and gave herself up for more pleasure. Angelus laughed into her mouth as his hard cock entered her body once more. Knowing that her depleted energy left her unable to participate, the vampire helped her along by grabbing her long, athletic legs and wrapping them around his hips. Buffy could only groan as she felt him shift inside her. He pumped away, not oblivious to the tension rising in his lover's body. His hand moved between their bodies, toward Buffy's core. His talented fingers joined in as the slayer toppled over the edge. The last thing the vampire was conscious of as he joined her in her release was her whispered word, "Mine." *~*~*~* That would be the last time that Angelus awoke to another morning in Buffy's bed, for when night came, the now-healthy vampire left the sleeping slayer in her bed and left. The End
