the Squall

Part 29

SERIES : the Squall

PAIRING : Buffy/Angel

RATING THESE PARTS : NC17

OVERALL RATING : PG is lowest, but highest is NC17

SPOILERS : I Will Remember You

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

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PART 29 (NC17 - Happily Ever After)

“I know, I can’t either.” She grabbed the loops on his pants and pulled him to her quickly, slamming him into her body.

Their tongues entangled and he slowly pulled the bottom of the dress upward, but it was too long, he was frustrated. He picked her up and carried her to the table, the same one they had broken, and he knew they would probably break it again. He cleared it with one swipe of the hand and she moved back on it and pulled him on top of her. He trailed his kisses down her neck, down to the edge of the dress, the frontier.

She wanted him to touch her, touch her skin anywhere. Clothes were an obstacle, an inconvenience so she moved her hands to his pants and unzipped them. Her hands moved around to his butt and grabbed him, he moaned.

“Buffy?”

“Y... yes...”

“Take them off... take everything off.” She pushed them down and used her legs to push them to the floor, he was naked, he had had the same idea she did. Underwear was even more of a burden to bear, she was glad she hadn’t bothered. Her fingernails raked along his cool back and her dress was still a problem. He slid down and she groaned.

“Angel... don’t leave...”

“I’m not, I’m solving a problem.” He crawled under her dress and moved his head between her thighs and his tongue provided the contact she had been wanting. She decided to try and get the dress out of the way. She leaned up and slid her hands behind her back and worked at the zipper. She couldn’t get it, it was stuck.

“Angel...” she didn’t want to break the contact, but she wanted the dress gone, she wanted to touch him while he was giving her so much pleasure.

“Buffy, I’m kind of busy...” he said in between licks and kisses.

“Ya know what? Fuck the dress.” She grabbed the zipper and yanked it hard and she heard the tear. Once the back was ripped she pulled it up over her head. “There.”

“Better?” She grabbed his head with her hands and pushed him into her.

“Much, better for you?”

“Oh yeah.” He was kissing and licking, teasing and taunting. He was refusing to give her the complete contact she wanted, she was angry. A growl came from her throat and surprised her. He stopped and looked up at her. “What was that for?”

“You know...” and she pushed his head back down and he began sucking on her once more, quickly, rhythmically and she screamed his name. She came and he continued his exploration of her, kissing her, and licking. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No.” She plunged her tongue into his mouth and tasted herself in him. He crawled back up on the table and mounted her.

“Uhh...” she groaned as he slid his cool cock into her. He filled her completely, more than Riley ever could. She lost control of her senses with Angel, lost all control over her emotions and muscles. She was putty in his expert hands that roamed her body as she arched her back. She lifted her pelvis off the table to get more contact with his body. It worked and he moaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him into her more and she heard the crack.

The table fell to the ground, with them on top. He started to laugh. “Guess we’ll have to get a sturdier one next time.”

“Guess so.” She giggled a little and noticed he had stopped. “Why’d you stop? Don’t stop... no stopping Angel... please no stopping…” and with her pleads, he resumed his rhythm and as they climaxed they both screamed each other’s name. She was panting when he finally crashed on top of her.

She was warm, and wet, she was sweating and it gave him the chills, which didn’t happen too often. The table was broken and he didn’t care. They lay there on the floor for a few minutes and he wanted her again. He began kissing her neck and she giggled. “Again Angel?”

“What can I say, when it comes to you, I’m an animal.”

“That you are. Give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“Okay.” He stood up and picked her up and carried her to his bed. She squirmed over and he sat down next to her and looked at her. She held his hand and he put his other hand on her stomach, inches away from the hot spot that he loved so much. He moved his fingers down over her navel and tickled her inner thigh slightly. His fingers moved inside and began rubbing her, touching her gently, like a feather and she gasped. It was warm and moist there and he held all her pleasures in his fingers and was toying with her senses.

“Okay, I’m better now.” She whimpered.

“Yeah?”

“I’m ready, let’s go again.” She sat up and grabbed him and pushed him over onto the bed and began her own exploration of his magnificent body. The cool factor only turned her on more, gave her the shivers and made her want to make him warm, if only for a minute. Her kisses trailed down his washboard stomach and she massaged his shaft before taking it into her mouth. He groaned as she fixed her mouth around him and gave him the same pleasure he had provided her in the kitchen. He came within minutes and she licked him clean as he played with her blond hair.

She moved up to his mouth and kissed him deeply, exploring every cavity of it. She straddled him and pushed him into her and began her own rhythm. His hands pawed at her ass as she squeezed around him. He growled and she scratched his chest as she brought them both to climax. She was tired and she fell on top of him. Being with him took everything out of her, filled her with such emotion, feelings she had never imagined. She lay on top of him, her head on his chest, his hands around her tiny waist.

“Sorry about your chest.”

“Huh?”

“I kind of scratched you up a little.”

“Luckily for you I heal quick.” He kissed her forehead, her hair was matted a little. They had worked out, she was spent, yet she wanted to take him again but her entire body was screaming to her. She wanted to sleep, but she was afraid she would wake up and find it was all a dream. She couldn’t handle that happening again. “Buffy?”

“What?”

“You okay?”

“I guess immortality is tough to get used to. And I’m still sore as hell, you wear me out.”

“Sorry.”

“I don’t mind, you can wear me out any day of the week.”

“How do you feel?” He put up his hand and her fingertips touched his and then interlocked with his fingers. She smiled as she remembered another time lying in his bed with him.

“I feel wonderful… pleasantly numb even. I love you Angel.” He smiled too.

“I love you too.”

“Buffy?”

“Yes Angel?”

“You still my girl?”

“Always.”

~el Fin~

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