TITLE: ARE WE THERE YET?
AUTHOR: Katriena Knights
RATING: NC-17 for explicit sexual content.
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: Filler for Long Day's Journey
SUMMARY: It's a four-hour ride to Death Valley, and Gwen owes Angel two
orgasms. FOLLOW-UP TO SPARKS: 
http://www.bewellweb.com/dknights/sparks.html
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just playing.

PLEASE NOTE: THIS STORY IS RATED NC-17



He was strangely silent, after his moment of mirth, and spent the
next half-hour staring glumly out the window until Gwen, concerned,
finally blurted, "You're not turning evil, are you?"

He started a little. He'd been pretty lost in his thoughts, there.
She could almost see him come back to himself, as his mouth moved a
little, not quite smiling.

"No. Not much of a worry this time. Too much on my mind. Plus I'm
not drunk."

"Want to talk about it?"

He shrugged. "I already did."

She nodded. She'd expected as much. And she had to admit she really
didn't want to hear him mooning over Cordelia right after she'd jerked
him off.

That had been fun. And they had enough time to do it again.

"She's a bitch," said Gwen, not really thinking. "You shouldn't
waste your time on her."

He seemed to actually give this serious consideration. "Well, she's
always been a bitch. But since she came back--she's been different."

"Then let her go and move on." Her tone was colder than she'd
intended, but he needed to hear this. "And while you're at it, you might
want to look at the gas gauge."
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They stopped for gas the next chance they had. Getting out of the
car, Angel said, "Make a pit stop if you need it. I don't want to stop
again unless we have to."

Gwen got out and stretched, then joined him where he stood next to
the car, waiting for the tank to fill. "I didn't bring any money. Can
you spare change for a Coke?"

He produced a five from his wallet and gave it to her. "Thanks," she
said. "You want anything?"

"Yeah." He grabbed her, pulled her to him and kissed her thoroughly.
When he let her go, she smiled, actually a little embarrassed. At least
one person was watching them with interest, probably of the prurient
variety.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"Nope. That'll do."

Gwen went inside to the bathroom, then came back to the car with her
Coke. She had to spend a little extra for a plastic bottle rather than
buying a metal can out of the machine. She took a long swig, offered it
to Angel. He shook his head.

The car took a long time to fill, but eventually they were back on
the road. Angel had put the top down, and Gwen leaned back, watching the
dark, beautiful stretch of starry sky.

"This is nice," she said.

"I like it better this way."

The wind slid through her hair. She liked the way it felt. "A
vampire driving a convertible. Why does that seem weird?"

"I don't know. Would it be less weird if I drove, say, a Rolls
Royce? Or a Hyundai?"

"Point taken." She studied his shadowed profile. He had a long,
straight nose, sharp at the tip. "When did you start driving?"

He thought a moment. "Nineteen...nineteen forty something, I think."

"That late? I was picturing you tooling around in a Model T."

"Nope. I pretty much figured cars were just a fad until it got
impossible to live in denial anymore."

"So you've been driving, what, sixty years or so?"

He looked at her. "You got a point, Gwen?"

"You think you could keep this car on the road and teach me to give
head at the same time?"

Angel blinked his surprise. "Doesn't seem to me like you'd need much
teaching."

"You calling me a slut?"

"More like a natural talent."

This gave Gwen a twinge of pride she didn't want to think too much
about. But at the moment, Angel looked less broody than he had since
he'd gotten drunk and so pleasantly divested her of her technical
virginity. This made Gwen happy, in spite of everything. "So, what do
you think?"

"I didn't wreck us before."

"I can control the current in my hands. Not so much in my mouth."

"Ah. Good point." He considered, keeping his eyes on the road while
he did so, and his amused expression shifted back to serious. "You sure
this isn't a payback thing? Like, I gave you two orgasms, now you have
to give me two?"

She shook her head. "Honestly? This is an, 'I really want to know
what your dick feels like in my mouth,' thing."

He chuckled, giving her that tilted grin that made her all weak and
needy inside. "Well, hell, Gwen, I've got nothing better to do."

"Me neither," said Gwen, and unzipped his pants.

She had a fairly good idea what he wanted this time, so the
intimidation factor was greatly reduced. The hardest part was trying to
keep the current under control. To a great extent, it was a matter of
voluntary versus involuntary muscles. Thus she could feel and control
the movement of the electricity in her tongue, but the rest of her mouth
was iffier.

She thought about it a minute, redirecting as much of the current as
she could. At the same time, she stroked him gently, fingers on top of
his clothes, exploring his chest, his stomach, then slipping under the
gray shirt to touch his skin. She loved the way his skin felt--cool and
smooth, taut with his well-sculptured musculature.

He had leaned back in the seat again, relaxed, adjusting his hips
for easier access, eyes on the road, his right arm again across the back
of the seat, out of her way. It was darker on this stretch of the
highway, as the moonlight had faded to almost nothing, and she could
barely see him. It was a new experience for her, navigating by touch.
Especially navigating another human being. Or at least a hunky male
creature, human being or not.

The wind ruffled her hair, traced cool fingers across her shoulders.
Angel just waited, seeming content to let her finish her preparations.
Finally, she swallowed, and the usual bitter tang had faded enough from
the back of her throat that she thought she might be ready. She let her
hand slide down his stomach, to his fly. He was even less erect than
he'd been before. Good. That gave her some extra work to do, and that
struck her as potentially entertaining.

He settled back with a sigh as she adjusted his clothes. Then, a
little hesitant, she bent her head and licked him.

He jumped. She turned quickly to look up at him, but she couldn't
see his face well enough to judge his expression.

"I'm sorry. Did I shock you?"

"No. Just . . ." He trailed off. His free hand came to nestle at the
back of her neck, gently lifting her head. He pulled her up and kissed
her softly. "Have fun," he said, and then guided her gently back down
into his lap.

That little jump must have meant he'd liked it, then. Smiling, she
licked him solidly, base to head, noticing he was a good inch longer
than he'd been before.

*Have fun,* he'd said, so she set out to do exactly that, finding every
flavor and texture on him she could find. Eventually he started making
little gasping, breathy noises as his hips moved under her, squirming,
pulsing a little, though she could tell he was trying very hard to keep
from shoving himself right down her throat. She couldn't pull him in all
the way to the root--her mouth just wasn't deep enough for that--but she
did the best she could, and he seemed to appreciate it.

The electricity was rising, though. She could taste it. The head of
his cock literally sizzled in her mouth and he made a noise that sounded
disturbingly whimpery. But when she started to pull back, he caught the
back of her head in his hand, holding her still. His fingers tangled in
her hair, caressing her scalp. That felt good, she thought, and worked
her head against his hand as his strong fingers worked back. The way she
was moving her head changed the rhythm a little, but judging by the
sounds he was making, and the way the car seemed to be speeding up, he
liked that, too.

And he tasted good. She didn't think she could get enough of that
flavor, of skin and general vampire lust, even edged as it was with the
taste of her current, which was getting more and more difficult for her
to hold back. Focusing hard on that, she dragged the voltage back as
much as she could, but she could still taste the sparks.

Suddenly his fingers jerked at her hair, pulling her head back, or
trying to. Ignoring the signal, she went the opposite way, pushing him
as far back down her throat as she could. He bucked into her, his thighs
hard under her hands. She could feel the pulsations down the length of
his shaft and swallowed in the same rhythm.

She couldn't really taste anything beyond the sparking current at
the back of her throat, which she thought might be a good thing, but it
felt good, matching her rhythm to his, taking him as far inside her as
she could. He had let go of her head and she heard him slam his fists
into the steering wheel.

"God, Gwen, God!"

And then he made another noise, something she'd never heard out of
him before. It startled her and she twisted her head just enough to peer
up at him.

Shit. He had sprouted fangs. And he was growling. That noise didn't
even sound human. She closed her eyes and concentrated on what she was
doing, convulsively swallowing the last of his orgasm, because she had a
feeling not letting him finish was about the worst thing she could do
right now.

She clung to him until he was done, then slowly let his softening
shaft slip from her mouth. Almost afraid to look up at his face, she
kissed his stomach softly, then carefully turned her head.

He was breathing fast and hard, recovering. He breathed a lot, she'd
noticed, for somebody who didn't have to, but it was nearly always in
response to emotion. His head was still back against the headrest, his
hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. As Gwen moved, he peeled one
hand away from the wheel, moving his arm so she could maneuver out of
his lap.

He looked at her. Through still-yellow eyes, fangs peeking over his
lip. His mouth looked even wider with the fangs in it. She was glad it
was dark. As much as she hated to admit it, the vamp face disturbed her.
Frightened her, even.

"Are you okay?" she asked him. "Did I hurt you?"

He laughed once, and it carried an edge of embarrassment. "Yes, and
yes. But kind of no. Shit." He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them,
and his face shifted back to human. "Sorry about that."

So she hadn't turned him evil. That was good. She would hate for the
world to get sucked into hell or something because she gave good head
her first time out. That would be embarrassing. "It's okay," she said,
aware her voice sounded more trembly than sincere. Suddenly, strangely,
she felt uncomfortable with what she'd just done. She felt oddly dirty.

"Gwen." His voice was gentle. "What's wrong?"

She scooted a little away. "I just..." She didn't know how to
express it. "Maybe I shouldn't have..."

He reached for her, pulling her back toward him. "You wanted it, I
wanted it, what's the problem?"

"I made you do that face thing," she blurted, and only then realized
that was what was really bothering her. It had made her feel like she
had violated him, by making him show her something she knew he didn't
like her to see.

"It happens." Pulling her a little closer, he kissed her forehead.
"It's not a big deal."

"No?"

"No. Not at all."

She had no choice but to take him at his word, but she had no doubt
he was telling her the truth. Something about the softness in his voice
told her that. And she'd gotten the impression he wasn't much for lying.
So she matter-of-factly zipped him back up, adjusted his shirt, and laid
her head in his lap. She liked it there. It was comfortable. After a
moment, his hand settled down on her shoulder, then stroked her hair gently.

She stared into the dark hollow under the steering wheel for a
while, feeling his legs shift under her face from time to time, then
finally said, "I'm going to tell you something intensely personal and a
little embarrassing."

"Why?"

"It seems fair."

He was silent for a moment, his long fingers tracing the back edge
of her ear. "Okay, if you feel like you need to."

She cleared her throat. "I named my favorite dildo after you."

He laughed. "Is it a big one?"

"Biggest one I have."

"I'm honored."

She smiled, nestling into him. "Do you think we're going to live
through this thing?"

His finger slid across her cheekbone, gentle. "I hope so, Gwen. I
really do."

She reached up, caught his hand with hers, and closed her eyes.
END.

ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER/PSA: The driving in this story was performed by 
highly trained fictional characters. As a general rule, it is considered 
extremely unsafe to go down on a vampire while he is driving eighty-five 
miles an hour on a California highway in a large convertible, 
particularly if there is any chance whatsoever he may turn evil. In 
other words, do not try this at home.

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