For A Little Sexual Contact
The Lyrics Used In This Chapter, Are From A Song Called ...
"6 Underground"
- By The Sneaker Pimps.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt different. Somehow, I felt more alive than ever, even though the night before I had been kissed by death and sealed my fate that I would die before I hit the age of twenty. Yet the feeling still remained. It was as if I was awakening for the first time.
I thought back to the events of last night, and smiled. Reaching my fingers to trace over my lips, my smile grew substantially. The feel of Angelus against me, of his hard body pushing into my own; was something I couldn't rid my mind of. And honestly...Why would I want to? It was the most exquisitely perfect memory I had. I could only pray that it would stay so vivid throughout time, because the feeling of his cool lips on mine for the first time: was something that I never wanted to forget.
So I got out of bed-readjusting my baby blue silk short bottoms, and black bra-with a new bounce in my step, and a smile on my face that I couldn't seem to get rid of. I went down to the kitchen dressed in some dark low-riding jeans, and a white, three-quarter sleeved sweater that ended before the hem of my pants, exposing a strip of my flat, tanned stomach.
While making myself a nutritional breakfast of chocolate chip waffles, I noticed that the little light on the answering machine was blinking. I frowned and went over to it. It claimed that I had 2 new messages.
Pressing the little, black button down, I waited to hear who they were from.
The first was from Giles, and went something like this:
"Buffy, it's around 1 in the morning, your time. I'm simply calling to see that everything is alright. Not that you care that I care, but I suppose it's right of me to let you know that I do nonetheless. Everything is going great over here with me. You may not care, but it is." The shallow sarcasm in his voice made me chuckle once and roll my eyes.
"I'm calling so late because as a teenager of Generation X, I believe that you're probably still awake, and growing accustom to staying awake all night due to the fact that your age group places no value on the idea of waking up early and going to a place of business or volunteer organization to produce something useful from their time at this age. I have to say I'm supremely surprised that you are not answering the phone, because as a teenage female I would expect that a ringing phone to you-sounds like a harmonious choir of pretty, little birdies. But perhaps you're out tonight, on a mission to be eligible for welfare and child pension cheques by the time you're nineteen. I really don't know. I shall call again tomorrow evening, probably about the same time. Take care, and try not to burn the house down."
The message ended, and I erased it with a frown. "He just loves to hear himself speak in casual sarcasm," I mused to myself.
The next message was from my mom. It said simply:
"Buffy dear, it's your mother. Just calling to check in and see how you're doing. Your father and I are fine. Make sure you eat healthy." At this, I glanced to my chocolate chip waffles and shrugged. Who was gonna tell? And would she even care?
"I'll call you in a few days to check in again. Love you, honey! Bye!" With that, the message ended.
I erased the message and sighed. "The woman gives birth to me, and yet she cares less than the uncle that knows nothing about me. Complicated world, much?"
I sat down with my �nutritional� breakfast and began flipping through the latest edition of Cosmo. I read a few line of an article titled appropriately �25 Ways to Make Your Man Go �Wow��. The article listed 25 different techniques for giving extraordinary oral pleasure. I laughed at the one that mentioned growling like an animal. It reminded me of Angelus.
I tried to keep eating, but after a few bites I found my stomach began to flip, and I suddenly lost my appetite for eating anything. I pushed my plate away and frowned. Something was about to happen. I could feel it. I could feel my body tensing, as if preparing itself for a blow of some kind.
I flipped my magazine shut and stood up, suddenly feeling alert. I looked around the room, wondering what could possibly be going on. It was eerily quiet. I couldn�t hear anything outside.
At that moment, a pounding began on the front door of the mansion. Making my way through the house to the front door, I stopped just in front of the door and held my breath to hear a sound of some kind. Hearing nothing, I stepped up to it and opened the peep-hole to look out at whoever had knocked.
But I saw no one.
Picking up my set of keys from the table next to the door, and steadying my finger on the button of my key-chain pepper-spray, I took a deep breath and flung the door open.
I found myself faced with a delivery man dressed in the ugly UPS outfit. I couldn't help wondering what would inspire a man to actually consent to where shorts that incredibly short. It was a dead give-a-way as to his sexual preference, that was for sure.
"Package for one Miss Buffy Summers. I am to read to you - under instructions from the sender - that it is from..." He fumbled around with the card on the outside of the large pink package he was holding. Reading it swiftly, he said, "Angel. Whoever that is." He let out a sigh and handed me his clip board to sign. "Sign on the dotted line, and then I'll be out of here."
I did as he said, signing my name in a rather sloppy manner since I couldn't wait to open the package and see what he'd sent me. He finally handed it over and began to speak again.
"Have a nice d-"
I didn't hear the rest of what he said as I slammed the door shut, yelling out, "Thanks!" as I gazed at the large package in my hands. It was a reasonable weight. Not the weight of a bowling ball or anything, but at least the weight of a pair of boots or something. Now obviously I know it's not a pair of boots. Angelus wouldn't send me boots...This is California!
Taking it to the kitchen, I set it on the table and pulled the card off the outside of the box. My name was written in elegant writing that somehow looked passionate...Can writing look passionate? I shrugged my thoughts aside and opened the envelope to pull out the piece of paper from inside. The message was brief. It said simply...
As a reminder of my affections. Though no stone or jewel in the world can compare to the beauty of you, my dear, I feel that this one expresses best how long I have waited for you.
Yours,
A
Confused about what he meant about stones and jewels (although I later will look back and wonder at what a moron I am for not understanding sooner), I opened the elegant wrapping on the box, and lifted the lid. Inside, was another box. This one blue, and smaller.
I suddenly felt a strange sense of Deja Vu. Don't they have these little things in Doctor's offices for the little kids to play with? Those wooden people, inside wooden people, and so on and so forth. I pulled out the blue box and opened it up.
There inside, was a yellow box. Inside the yellow box, a green box. Inside the green box, a purple box. Pulling out the purple box, I had to wonder how many more boxes there could be. Opening the lid, I knew...
Just one.
Inside was a 6-inch blood-red, velvet box. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it and laid my eyes on what was inside.
It was gorgeous!
The platinum pendant and chain encrusted with rubies and diamonds in the shape of a heart, literally took my breath away. One hand flew to my chest and I gasped loudly at the sight of it. Oh my God! It's astounding!...And probably really, really, really expensive too.
Just then, the phone rang next to me. Still in a daze, I answered, somehow knowing who it was. "Hello," my voice shook slightly.
"Do you like it, love?" Came the deep, melodic voice that haunted my dreams.
I smiled, holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder, and using both hands to take the pendant out of the box. I held it up and gazed at it in awe. "How could I not?"
"Perhaps red is not your colour," he suggested. "I hoped it would be as it is primarily my own. However, if you wish for something different..." he trailed off.
"I adore it," I told him in a soft tone. "But why the gift? I have nothing to give you."
"Sure you do," came his voice, hinting that he was smiling with the sound of a chuckle under his words. There was a pause, and then he said, "I'll see you soon."
And just like that, he hung up...and I was all alone in the big house again.
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I spent the day wondering what was going to happen next with Angelus. Would he come see me again? Would he wait a few days or weeks to give me 'an idea' of what it was like for him to-as he said-"Wait so long"? I certainly hoped it wasn't the last idea, because weeks, days-Hell even hours!-without him now seemed next to impossible.
Passing the time was not easy. Let me just say that. I re-read a few parts of Darla's book that had captured me before, and now I found that I understood them so much more. Especially this following part...
Angelus captures your heart, your mind, and whatever is left of your soul with just one look. Those deep, dark eyes that seemingly lead into nothing but blackness, actually present a world of delicious delights that any woman should be so lucky as to receive. His deepest embrace, his lightest kiss-It's all the same. It all makes you feel as if you soar. One touch is all it takes to consume your entire being.
Just one touch.
One touch, was definitely right. With the first touch from Angelus, I'd been on fire. The flames, even now-hours later, were still coursing through my veins and exploding in every corner of my skin. Oh God, would this day never end?
**
I could feel her hunger. Her desperation. It felt like my own. I knew though, that it was only a scratch to the surface of what I had felt, waiting all of these years to find her. So I knew that I needed to wait longer to teach her how much she needed me...But somehow, I couldn't resist.
The calling of her sweet lips...Her tantalizing kiss...Her perfect body...The soul of everything a mate should be...And the taste of her honeyed juices at the height of her passion. I could barely control myself just thinking about it.
So it was against my plans that I found myself outside of her bedroom at three AM, that night. I watched through the glass door that led to her balcony as she slept. The steady rhythm of her heart beat, was echoing through my mind, reminding me of just how innocent she really was.
It amazed me that she didn't stir at all while I watched her. It surprised me further when I put my hand on the handle of the door, that it was unlocked. So my precious had been hoping I'd come to her tonight, had she? I couldn't help thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If I couldn't resist her for a day, how on earth was I going to last eternity without giving her all the control?
**
I woke up, blinking my eyes slowly in the darkness, with the oddest sensation. It was good...But strange. Looking across the room, I realized why I felt this way. There was Angelus, looking directly at me from where he sat in the chair a few feet away, stretched out like a God. I smiled softly, still making no move to get up.
He stared at me for what seemed like ten minutes before he slid to his feet in a swift, graceful motion. He walked slowly towards the bed until he stood at the foot of the bed.
I sat up slowly, holding eye contact with him the entire time. The smile had faded from my face when I saw the intense expression he had on. My insides were churning, wondering when he was going to touch me...If he was going to touch me.
I knew I had to make some sort of move. Do something. I was more nervous than ever before, but I needed him to touch me. So I would do whatever it took. Parting my mouth slowly, I ran my tongue along my lower lip. He smirked, and I raised an eyebrow seductively. And that was all it took.
I found myself pushed back onto the bed by his massive frame, his lips devouring my own and his hands trailing to my hips to pull me even closer to him.
**Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet.
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet.**
It was like something inside of me had snapped, and suddenly I couldn't get close enough. I gripped at his jacket and somehow slid it off of his huge body. Then I began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, hoping that I could at least get to feel the perfect skin of this walking God. His tongue slid over mine, and tickled the rough of my mouth; sending shivers down my spine.
I felt so hot and he'd only just touched me. Somehow he got rid of the blankets between us. He began to trail his left finger over the top of my skin-colored bra. I moaned outwardly and finally managed to get his shirt unbuttoned. And then his chest was pressed against my own, and I could feel his cool skin. Oh this was exactly what I wanted. He could take me right here and now if he wanted, and I wouldn't care what happened tomorrow.
**I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out.
Round here, Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace**
I could feel him hard against my thigh. The idea of him being aroused like this, made me tremble for so many reasons. I felt powerful. I felt scared. Confused. Nervous. Wanted. Desired. Passionate. I'd never felt all of these feelings together before this very moment. It was intense, but I loved it.
Reaching a hand down, I gripped his hard member through the leather of his pants. My bare legs felt sore from the leather of his pants rubbing against them, but I didn't care. He was removing my bra, and that was worth any pain. Detaching from my lips when my bra was off, he kissed his way down my jaw, to my neck. Lingering over my pulse for a few nipping, licking moments, he then moved down to my collarbone. Driving me crazy with frustration, I let out a moan.
He seemed to take the hint, because two seconds later he was kissing across the top of my left breast, and then reaching in to swirl his tongue over my nipple. A few strokes, and it was hard and pebbled. God I want him so much!
**Calm me down, bring it round,
To way high off your street.
I can see like nothing else,
In me you're better than I wannabe.**
Angelus sat up on his knees, taking me with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up off the bed, keeping attached to my breast the whole time; continuing his delightful assault. Finally I sat up on my knees as well, pulling his head away from my chest and looking down into his dark eyes. I ran a finger along the side of his face, and whispered, "will you stay with me?"
"Not tonight," he smirked slightly and kissed me. "You know I can't."
"Why not?" I whispered, my voice almost breaking. I wanted him to stay. Forever. For a while. For the night. I'd take pretty much whatever I could get right now. I just wanted to be close to him. Skin to skin.
**Don't think cause I understand,
I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends.
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.**
"It's not in the plan for us," he whispered and kissed me again. "I can't stay the night. But I'll stay a moment." With that, he lowered me back downto the pillows, and braced himself by his hands on either side of my head to hold his full weight off of me. Smirking, he trailed a finger down the valley between my breasts. He lowered his head until it was next to mine. He grazed the shell of my ear with his tongue and whispered, "you don't know what you do to me."
I shivered at his words. He moved his leather-clad member between my spread thighs, and pressed against my throbbing center. I moaned loudly and opened my eyes to hold a gaze with him as he watched me.
There was something so incredibly sensual about being watched while he drove against me. Maybe it was that he could tell exactly how much I loved it. Or maybe it was that I couldn't hide from him now. Or maybe it was just that his eyes are so intense that you can't help but feel everything he does is sensual.
**Talk me down, safe and sound,
Too strung up to sleep.
Wear me out, scream and shout,
Swear my time's never cheap.**
I reached a hand to the side of his face, and hesitantly pulled his face down to my own. I paused, and then kissed him. Nibbling on his lower lip gently, I smiled and kissed him again-deeper this time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, loving the feeling of his bare chest against my own.
His hands cupped the side of my face, his thumbs caressing my cheek bones in the most loving way possible. As he sped up his thrusts, I got more and more needy for his kiss-making it deeper and deeper, harder and harder. He reached one hand down to my right nipple, pinching and twisting it to increase what I was feeling that much more. I was so close. So incredibly close. All I wanted was to come with him inside of me. But for now I had to settle for coming under his passionate, creative ministrations.
And then I came; exploding with lights flashing behind my eyes. I let out a scream of pleasure, releasing Angelus' lips from my own and clamping my eyes shut. I had to bite my lip to keep from going crazy, because with every twist of my nipple and every thrust of his hips; my pleasure was intensifying.
**I fake my life like I've lived,
Too much, I take whatever you're given.
Not enough, Over ground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.**
Everything was a cloud after that. I remember him holding me. Caressing me. Telling me to sleep. But somewhere between then and the time I woke up the next morning, he left me again. I don't remember when, but when I opened my eyes to the sunshine, he wasn't there.
But then again, how could he be?
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