Angel and the Seer
My entry for the fanfic_bakeoff had the prompt : surprise, so this little ficlet popped into my head! Hope you like!
Title: Angel and the Seer
Fandom: Angel
Author: skargasm
Words: 100-300 allowed
Rating: R
Word count: 299
Summary: A snapshot of the domestic life of a vampire and his seer
Warnings: little bit gooey!
Giggling, she shoved the sheets off, panting for breath as he finally stopped tickling her. Who knew Angel was a fun lover? Escaping him at last, she headed to the bathroom for a few minutes of necessary privacy. Washing her hands, she thought about her lover.
Behind the brooding and the sighing was a sense of humour that matched hers a lot more than she'd been expecting. He was also a sensualist, and not just in a small way. His minimalist decorating was a mirage that masked a deep deep well of sensuality that liked nothing more than to be surrounded with soft, luscious materials: their bedroom was kept warm; the bath big enough for three although more often than not one of them was on top of the other so there was plenty of room; there was always a mound of pillows on the bed and scattered around the floor so wherever the need/want took them, they could make love in comfort. It shook her sometimes how well they did mesh. But the biggest surprise of all was how much he loved her. She had always thought that yes, he cared for her, but that his soul-mate was Buffy and this would always be so. And she understood and accepted that.
But slowly, she was coming to realise that when he loved, he loved wholeheartedly. Even when the Sunnydale crew came to visit and she was expecting him to withdraw or be more circumspect, he was just as affectionate, just as loving in front of their audience. It was a major surprise but a lovely one. Standing in the bathroom door, she looked over at the gorgeous picture he made laid out on the bed waiting for her. Yes, she could cope with more surprises like that one.
Title: Angel and the Seer
Fandom: Angel
Author: skargasm
Words: 100-300 allowed
Rating: R
Word count: 299
Summary: A snapshot of the domestic life of a vampire and his seer
Warnings: little bit gooey!
Giggling, she shoved the sheets off, panting for breath as he finally stopped tickling her. Who knew Angel was a fun lover? Escaping him at last, she headed to the bathroom for a few minutes of necessary privacy. Washing her hands, she thought about her lover.
Behind the brooding and the sighing was a sense of humour that matched hers a lot more than she'd been expecting. He was also a sensualist, and not just in a small way. His minimalist decorating was a mirage that masked a deep deep well of sensuality that liked nothing more than to be surrounded with soft, luscious materials: their bedroom was kept warm; the bath big enough for three although more often than not one of them was on top of the other so there was plenty of room; there was always a mound of pillows on the bed and scattered around the floor so wherever the need/want took them, they could make love in comfort. It shook her sometimes how well they did mesh. But the biggest surprise of all was how much he loved her. She had always thought that yes, he cared for her, but that his soul-mate was Buffy and this would always be so. And she understood and accepted that.
But slowly, she was coming to realise that when he loved, he loved wholeheartedly. Even when the Sunnydale crew came to visit and she was expecting him to withdraw or be more circumspect, he was just as affectionate, just as loving in front of their audience. It was a major surprise but a lovely one. Standing in the bathroom door, she looked over at the gorgeous picture he made laid out on the bed waiting for her. Yes, she could cope with more surprises like that one.