Oh, Christ. Want him. Want him so much. And he's begging for it. For me. God. I shudder against him an rut even more wildly. "Yes. Now."
He matches me move for move, sucking tightly on my throat, bruising me hard in turn for the finger-shaped bruises on his ass. His warm, round ass in my hands. I lean into him, smashing our bodies together, arching my head back and pushing against his mouth, thinking I might come right there.
"Ah, God! God, god, god. No teeth, Wes," I warn him lightly not wanting to make an issue of it, but with a tone that should tell him everything. Too close. Too close to losing control as it is and I don't even know what will happen if he makes me lose it. Thoughts of Wesley being crushed or drained in the heat of passion have me calming down enough that I can make a more concerted effort to grab something lubricant-like.
Definitely not pulling him away from my throat, but needed that warning. Christ, my head is spinning. All of my senses are filled with Wes. Everything is Wes, I think as my fingers close around a tube of something. Whatever it is, it's slick and wet as I pour it on my fingers. My nose tells me it's safe and my dripping fingers find his entrance. Circling and then slipping in, little short thrusts inside him until I feel him writhing against me and I add more fingers, putting us both on the edge. Him because of the jolts against his prostate, me because of all the wiggling and jerking against me, his cock thick with pre-come smearing against mine.
"Fuck, want you," I grunt again, lifting him until I can nudge my cock where we both want it to be and then...sliding in. "Wes!" I shout, a moan following as world narrows down to us. "Love you. Love you," I pant as I start to thrust, my eyes finding his.
There's an even deeper growl getting out when he tells me I can't use my teeth. Almost as if there is this part of me that's rebelling against him for telling me what I can and cannot do. Reminding me that he got to bite me when I wasn't expecting it so why shouldn't I return the favour. Eyes narrow as I let my teeth scrap over his throat despite his warning. But a larger part of me is making sure not to put to much pressure on it. That darker part though, that primal part of me, is new...exciting and frightening at the same time.
When I pull back there's a smirk on my face. I did that. I've driven him to that edge. I'm the one who's almost made him loose control and no one else. I don't think anyone before me has ever gotten him this far. And even if they have gotten close enough, they haven't given him their mark. I have. He's mine, all bloody well mine. And if I want to bite him then I will.
"Angel," I pant, feeling every viber of him against me, with me, inside of me. But its still not enough. "Want you," I whisper, gasping when I feel him push his fingers inside of me. Throwing my head back, I hear more then feel it hitting the wall with a thunk. Don't care though, all I care about is feeling him inside me.
"Please, please, please," I hear myself begging, thrusting myself down on his fingers. One of my arms untangles from around his neck. Slowly my hand follows it's magical path down Angel's shoulder, his collar bone, nipple and then slides to the side. Eyes fly open at the same time his cock pushes into me and my hand slips on that mark once more. That electrical surge of arousal had me crying out his name, pushing against him with the help of the wall frantically.
"Harder, Angel. Please. Yours, yours, yours." Pressing the tips of my fingers into his skin with almost enough strength to rival the ones he's pushing into my rear, I my eyes meet his. Brown gazing into blue. "Mine," I growl, flattening my hand on the mark and moving fast to capture his lips with mine.
The raw, primal growl that answers my warning has me shuddering hard and pressing against his teeth even more, my head snapping back with a shout of Wesley's name, my world dimming to the small points of his teeth when I feel that scrape. That scrape the makes me vamp and then it pull back. Push the demon back away.
So that when I lift my head up and see that wicked smirk, Wes' eyes only find brown I hope.
As our movements get more frantic, his body jerking and shuddering as we move, my fingers invading him and then my cock, again the world seems to get smaller and smaller, narrowing down to this connection between us. Which only burns brighter when Wesley's fingertips dig bruisingly into my skin and his hand locks on the mark, sending me crushing him against the wall. "Wesley," is the choked cry that accompanies my own name in the air at his shout.
I thrust inside him deep and fast, desperate for more, more, more. "Wes," I pant, driving into him, twisting my hips and kissing him with a fierceness that I can feel drawing out the demon again. My teeth split his lip as I feel them elongate again, and I pull back with a cry and finding his eyes just to have more strength to push that demon back. "Christ, I need you, Wes," I tell him thrusting up quicker, needier. "Love you," I have to murmur to center myself and pull all of this want and need out of the darkness inside me. I don't want this there. I don't want this mark to belong to him. This is ours.
And when I kiss him again and the spark of his hand on his mark flares once more there's such brightness, such love that it's overwhelming. The harder, faster I thrust, the deeper I pound, the brighter everything gets. "Come with me, my love," I murmur, bracing him against the wall and sliding my hand between us to curl around his cock, my own driving in deeper and deeper strokes as if our bodies are melding together.
Something inside me makes me want to rebel against him. No, not him. Not Angel. Him. Angelus. Almost as though there's a part of Angel's demon, a part of his essence inside of me now as well. It's overwhelming to say the least and this only is a fragment of what Angel goes through time and again I imagine. This feeling inside of me, this primal feeling I've never felt before is both exciting and frightening. But most of all it's an incredible turn on.
His reaction to my disobeying his order has me growling again. And when his head comes up there's a flash of gold, very briefly, before those familiar brown eyes return. All the while we keep on moving, neither of us knowing or even wanting to stop. Not even for a second to let me catch my breath.
Finally I can feel his cock entering me, filling me up all the way. That too, is a familiar feeling. Panting, I let my head fall back against the wall again, not even thinking how that might expose my throat. Or maybe I do realize it, deep down. This essence I seem to have gotten from him using my subconscious to get what he wants. Funnily enough what he and I want right now is the same. Primal urges and getting them answered.
Angel starts to move, making me chant his name. When I look up he's *there* and any breath I had caught is gone the moment his mouth crushes against mine. Nails rake over his back, leaving deep scratch marks that'll heal to fast. Not that it matters, I think when I move one hand to our mark. There is one on him now that'll never heal. Ever. And the moment I touch that mark is the moment I feel a sharp pain when a fang pierces my lip.
"Love you too," I pant, feeling a small trickle of blood seep down my chin. Don't care much about that now, nor worry if it'll drive Angel over any edge. I trust him. I trust him to keep control. Something I know he'll keep the moment my hand locks into the mark. There's a spark, almost a visible one as we both move faster. Him pounding into me, the head of his shaft nudging that spot inside me almost every time. Closer, closer, so bloody close.
The moment his hand curls around my erection I know it's only a matter of seconds. "Oh bloody hell," I groan, feeling my body tense, stiffen and then its as though time stands still. I can hear someone screaming Angel's name, and since he's not likely to scream his own name I figure it has to be me. Heels dig into his arse, one hand pressed down on that mark hard and the finger nails of my other hand is leaving more marks as I tumble headfirst over that edge. I keep squeezing down on his cock, clamping him tightly to he'll follow me over that edge.
My body arches against his, pulling away and leaning into the punishing scratches on my back, making me buck against him harder, more wildly. Fuck. So hard to keep control. Too not hurt him. Not hurt him more. He's going to be bruised and battered when this is over, but that only makes me harder, imagining my marks all over him, imagining this passion bright on his body.
"God, Wes!" I cry, with a strangled sound, feeling my balls tighten and draw up fast. I squeeze his shaft tighter, scrape my fist over his length faster. "Wes," I breathe next to his ear, "Come, come, want to feel you," I pant against the shell of his ear, the smell of his blood sharp and hot in the air, but I can't, can't, can't taste it or this won't end well. That I'm sure of even in my haze.
My head drops though and fangs graze over his throat as I hear him, feel him burst in my arms, body clamping tight around me, nails, thighs, ass. "Wesley," I cry as warmth floods through me, floods through that mark and it feels like our bodies merge for a second again like when my hand felt like it was falling into his chest during the spell.
We're one being in that small moment and the pleasure of both of us magnifies until my balls are empty even though my hips can't stop thrusting into him. "Love you," I repeat again, hiding in his neck, my tongue worrying over those light scratches and going limp against him, his body sandwiched between mine and the wall. Holy...what the hell was that.
That was... amazing doesn't seem adequate. There is no true word for what we just shared. I know I've never felt like this before, not even with Angel. Though if I ever did feel something close to this, it was with him. The connection we share now though, that is beyond amazing. So close that at times it is as though we are one. I wonder if in the future there will be a time where I wont have to touch our mark, or for us to have sex, to get this close again. I'm inclined to believe we will at one point.
These are thoughts going through my mind in no particular order. It's a bit of a chaos in there right now. All the while I just hang in his arms limply, unable to move once again. If I had found some strength back before, it's all seeped out of me now. Not that I care much, I feel far, far to sated to care much about anything. Other then being with Angel.
A shudder goes through me when I feel his tongue gliding over the small scratches he's made. I'm reminded of how close I came to biting him despite his warming. Seems that primal urge, that need has simmered down as well. Yet another new and amazing occurrence. Part of me wants to look into that, part of me doesn't care. Right now the later part wins out because I'm just to tired to move. All I want is to soak in that bath with Angel now. If I can even get there.
"Hmmmm," I mutter, feeling my eyes flutter closed. Normally I'd tighten my arse around him but I just don't have the strength right now. It's not long until I feel him slipping out, along with a very disappointed noise from the back of my throat. "Lov'youtoo," I slur, breathe tickling over his bare shoulder. "That'was... Good lord..." Its getting harder and harder for me to tell my body to hold on, and I can feel arms and legs slipping in their grip.
The shudder that ripples through him, ripples through me too since I can feel it everywhere and I'm even more sensitive than usual after we do something like this. It's erotic being able to feel everything he does, like this.
It's over so quickly but in a strangely underwater way. Like I can stop my cock from slipping out of him, nor his arms and legs sliding off me. But I keep gripping him tightly against me like I can't actually let go of him. So strange.
"Yeah, hnm, that was..." I trail off just as slowly as Wes, unable to think of a proper word for it. Kind of feels like it's still happening the way my body is tingling all over, but...it's not. So bizarre.
The water by now isn't hot, but it's still warm, and I step in on wobbly legs it's a wonder we don't fall right in to the bath with a splash. Somehow I manage to slide in, Wes draped on top of me, practically a limp blanket.
"Mgh," I groan softly as we settle in, his hand slipping onto that mark again. Christ that mark is going to be the death of me, I think as my eyes droop closed even though my whole body is singing. "You feel so close," I murmur, half asleep.
Heh. It would seem that Angel finds himself rather speechless as well. As much as I love the intensity of the mark, I do hope it'll grow a little less over time. Good lord, I cannot imagine it being like this every bloody time. I'd have to sleep in different room just so we both can get some actual rest.
It is my guess, however, that we are still under the influence of the magic. Of the spell itself. I know I am, I can still feel it flowing hotly through my veins. That tingling feeling that is close to pain but never really getting there. Which makes it feel nice, but dangerous too. This is how a lot of witches and warlocks like myself get drawn to the black side of magic. Lured in so to speak. Right now though, I'm to exhausted to be lured by anything.
Except into the bathtub by Angel. A rather surprised noise gets out when I suddenly feel myself surrounded by water, feeling it slosh over my back instead of feeling cold tiles pressed against them. That's...strange. I blink up at Angel sleepily, barely able to keep my eyes open. Magic, doing magic, then sex, it's getting a bit to much. I am only human after all. I think. I'm not so sure after this spell, but I'll think about that later.
Much later.
"'M laying 'ntop of you," I slur, a small giggle getting out. I'm starting to feel as though I've drunk to much. Rather far to light-headed, but that's not a surprise either. "'F'course 'm close then," I tell him, leaning in to press my lips on his chest... there's water in the way though. Which may actually be good, since I don't know what would happen if I were to kiss our mark. Which leaves me to stupidly stare at the water hiding his formidable chest.
"'S water," I tell him, sounding highly offended, "can't kiss water. 's nice 'nd warm though."
I chuckle when Wes giggles. Lord, that is cute. My arms curl heavily around him. My Wes. "Mmm, close like...I'm still inside you, or you're inside me. Like we're together. That kind of close," I say lazily, slowly and then sighing softly.
He wants to kiss water? What? What's he talking about? I think lazily, scooting down in the warm water a bit. Christ. That was crazy. I guess that's one way to wear both of us out. Though, I think a one month old is enough for that. Hopefully, the intensity will die down a little. "Mmm," I groan, feeling my muscles relax and my arms wrap more snugly around Wes.
Eventually, Wes' dilemma, complete with wide eyes gets through my haze. "Hmm, but you can kiss me there..." I say, trying to look at my shoulder since I can't find the energy to move arms and show him where I mean. "Or kiss me here," I murmur, leaning my head forward to try to reach his lips...which is unsuccessful. I get about to his cheek. Darn.
"It is nice and warm though," I agree, still squirming against him, trying to get a little more snuggly, but too lazy and wiped out to really do anything. Not to mention squirming because my body is still tingling from our...attacking each other. Christ. Wow. I really don't think I'm going to be forgetting that for quite awhile.
"Oh." Yes. That is very close. We were that close only moments ago. In fact, I can still feel that if I move in a certain way. Can still feel his hard cock pushing inside of me. I just love that feeling. If I could, I'd sleep with him inside me once and a while. If I didn't think Angel would declare me insane that was. He's always so bloody careful.
I'm to tired to think about that now though. Far to tired. What I feel like doing is sleeping. Right here in this bathtub. With Angel's arms around me, warm almost hot water sloshing over my skin and Angel-- Oh wait. I already thought that. Proves to show how tired I am. Repeating myself. Not that it's not worth repeating.
"Hmmm?" Pilling my head back on his shoulder, I smile adoringly at my Angel. He's going on about the kissing thing. Something I can kiss. No idea what though, but since his shoulder is close by I'll just kiss that. There's this small part of me that's tempted to bite him again and if I weren't almost asleep-- I'd worry about that. Or at least wonder.
"Kissing is nice and warm," I agree, eyes fluttering closed. I move one arm around his waist as I slip slide on top of him, trying to get comfortable. My other somehow lands on his chest, close to the mark. But just to the edge of it, finger-tips barely gracing said edge.
"Sleep'snice too," I mutter, already half there. Lips pressed against his shoulder and not even minding the water that sloshing against them. I could probably drown right now and not notice until it's bloody well to late.
I can see he doesn't quite understand what I mean about us being close and inside each other, but maybe the mark is different for him. There's just this strange connection I have with him now. We're just so close now. I don't even know how to describe it. Doesn't mean I can read his thoughts or anything, but it does feel strangely good. Kind of...like he's always going to be there for me.
Not that there's anything wrong with him thinking I mean us being close and inside each other the other way. Heh. No, nothing wrong with that. Because I can certainly feel Wesley clamping around my cock even now. Mhmm.
"Mhmm, it sure is," I agree, not even sure what I'm agreeing with anymore but if it's dozing off and kissing and soaking in this warm water then I have no qualms with agreeing with it.
I can feel Wes already slipping into a very relaxed very heavy doze - don't even need the mark for that - as we sit there, his lips touching my shoulder so sweetly. "'ve got you," I murmur in case he's worried about slipping too far into the water. He probably isn't, but I do know my Wes and his worries.
I certainly don't have many at the moment. Even the zing of his fingertips caressing the edge of his mark aren't worrying me. Just so tired and heavy. A little nap won't hurt.
"Lov' you," I murmur, letting my eyes close and my body cradle Wes close. "So much," I add even quieter, my lips barely moving. That soft hum of heat just from his fingertips lacing the edge, I feel warm and safe, and totally content to fall right asleep with Wesley just as warm and safe in my arms.
"Hmmm..." I agree, knowing I should probably say those words out loud. Not that he needs reminding, I say them often enough. But the problem is that I'm to tired to open my mouth and actually speak. The other thing is that there is something wrong with this picture. The one of us laying in the bath.
No, I don't mean Angel and I, there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's perfect but not too perfect. Can't be to perfect because there's something wrong with this picture. There's a slight worry niggling in the back of my mind, just behind the want to just sleep because I'm so exhausted. Doing magic and magic being done to you does that to a human.
Still, that little voice tell me that falling asleep in the bathtub is a bad, bad, very bad idea. For one, the water will turn cold, I'll cool off even quicker and before I know it I'll have a cold again. If I'm lucky. Considering Angel's worry for the last common cold I had, we don't want that. The second thing is that my muscles, and especially my back? Will *hate* me when I wake up if I fall asleep.
But it's just a little voice in the back of my mind. Being pushed way by exhaustion, still hot hot water and Angel's arms wrapped around me giving me that feeling of protection and security. That sense of belonging that gets even stronger when I touch our mark. Even if it's only the edge of it.
"Shouln't fllsleep," I manage to murmur, "'S not good." Falling asleep here would be so, so very bad. Doesn't stop me from dozing off even further and further until I don't even feel the water starting to cool of. Or the fact that it's wet, getting closer to my mouth and nose. Nor the fact that my back is already starting to protest the cramped position after being mistreated for the great...sex. Heh.
By the time I wake up, the water is lukewarm and Wes is curled up as close as he can possibly get to me for warmth. "Hmm," I sigh softly, hand running up and down his back. Maybe we should nap a little longer somewhere else. My muscles feel nice and relaxed from the heat, but I don't think Wes will be saying the same when he wakes up.
Hmm, maybe I can pick him up and carry him to bed. I should make some more food anyway so that we can just re-heat it when he wakes up. Not that I wouldn't mind sleeping a little longer myself, but I can do that later. Wes is the important one here. Don't want him getting sick!
It's that thought that has me rousing myself to more wakefulness. "Wes," I murmur, not wanting to wake him up entirely, just enough so that it's easier to shift positions. Eventually, I do get him up and out of the bathtub, making sure to sling his arms around my neck so that it's somewhat easier to dry him off. Mmm, that's nice. So much skin, so many nice bones and curves...but now's not the time to play unfortunately. Once we're more or less dry and the water's draining, I hoist Wes back into my arms and carry him to bed.
Always feels so damn comforting getting to carry him like this. Don't know why and I don't really care, I just like doing it. Easing him into bed, still naked, I tuck him in and kiss his forehead...kinda the same way I do to Connor, only you know, more lingering. "Go back to sleep," I tell his sleepy eyes.
Padding slowly to the kitchen, I start chopping up some more things - maybe a salad would be good - and continue making up some more food until my eyes start drooping and I feel the need to crawl back under the covers with Wes.
He matches me move for move, sucking tightly on my throat, bruising me hard in turn for the finger-shaped bruises on his ass. His warm, round ass in my hands. I lean into him, smashing our bodies together, arching my head back and pushing against his mouth, thinking I might come right there.
"Ah, God! God, god, god. No teeth, Wes," I warn him lightly not wanting to make an issue of it, but with a tone that should tell him everything. Too close. Too close to losing control as it is and I don't even know what will happen if he makes me lose it. Thoughts of Wesley being crushed or drained in the heat of passion have me calming down enough that I can make a more concerted effort to grab something lubricant-like.
Definitely not pulling him away from my throat, but needed that warning. Christ, my head is spinning. All of my senses are filled with Wes. Everything is Wes, I think as my fingers close around a tube of something. Whatever it is, it's slick and wet as I pour it on my fingers. My nose tells me it's safe and my dripping fingers find his entrance. Circling and then slipping in, little short thrusts inside him until I feel him writhing against me and I add more fingers, putting us both on the edge. Him because of the jolts against his prostate, me because of all the wiggling and jerking against me, his cock thick with pre-come smearing against mine.
"Fuck, want you," I grunt again, lifting him until I can nudge my cock where we both want it to be and then...sliding in. "Wes!" I shout, a moan following as world narrows down to us. "Love you. Love you," I pant as I start to thrust, my eyes finding his.
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When I pull back there's a smirk on my face. I did that. I've driven him to that edge. I'm the one who's almost made him loose control and no one else. I don't think anyone before me has ever gotten him this far. And even if they have gotten close enough, they haven't given him their mark. I have. He's mine, all bloody well mine. And if I want to bite him then I will.
"Angel," I pant, feeling every viber of him against me, with me, inside of me. But its still not enough. "Want you," I whisper, gasping when I feel him push his fingers inside of me. Throwing my head back, I hear more then feel it hitting the wall with a thunk. Don't care though, all I care about is feeling him inside me.
"Please, please, please," I hear myself begging, thrusting myself down on his fingers. One of my arms untangles from around his neck. Slowly my hand follows it's magical path down Angel's shoulder, his collar bone, nipple and then slides to the side. Eyes fly open at the same time his cock pushes into me and my hand slips on that mark once more. That electrical surge of arousal had me crying out his name, pushing against him with the help of the wall frantically.
"Harder, Angel. Please. Yours, yours, yours." Pressing the tips of my fingers into his skin with almost enough strength to rival the ones he's pushing into my rear, I my eyes meet his. Brown gazing into blue. "Mine," I growl, flattening my hand on the mark and moving fast to capture his lips with mine.
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So that when I lift my head up and see that wicked smirk, Wes' eyes only find brown I hope.
As our movements get more frantic, his body jerking and shuddering as we move, my fingers invading him and then my cock, again the world seems to get smaller and smaller, narrowing down to this connection between us. Which only burns brighter when Wesley's fingertips dig bruisingly into my skin and his hand locks on the mark, sending me crushing him against the wall. "Wesley," is the choked cry that accompanies my own name in the air at his shout.
I thrust inside him deep and fast, desperate for more, more, more. "Wes," I pant, driving into him, twisting my hips and kissing him with a fierceness that I can feel drawing out the demon again. My teeth split his lip as I feel them elongate again, and I pull back with a cry and finding his eyes just to have more strength to push that demon back. "Christ, I need you, Wes," I tell him thrusting up quicker, needier. "Love you," I have to murmur to center myself and pull all of this want and need out of the darkness inside me. I don't want this there. I don't want this mark to belong to him. This is ours.
And when I kiss him again and the spark of his hand on his mark flares once more there's such brightness, such love that it's overwhelming. The harder, faster I thrust, the deeper I pound, the brighter everything gets. "Come with me, my love," I murmur, bracing him against the wall and sliding my hand between us to curl around his cock, my own driving in deeper and deeper strokes as if our bodies are melding together.
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His reaction to my disobeying his order has me growling again. And when his head comes up there's a flash of gold, very briefly, before those familiar brown eyes return. All the while we keep on moving, neither of us knowing or even wanting to stop. Not even for a second to let me catch my breath.
Finally I can feel his cock entering me, filling me up all the way. That too, is a familiar feeling. Panting, I let my head fall back against the wall again, not even thinking how that might expose my throat. Or maybe I do realize it, deep down. This essence I seem to have gotten from him using my subconscious to get what he wants. Funnily enough what he and I want right now is the same. Primal urges and getting them answered.
Angel starts to move, making me chant his name. When I look up he's *there* and any breath I had caught is gone the moment his mouth crushes against mine. Nails rake over his back, leaving deep scratch marks that'll heal to fast. Not that it matters, I think when I move one hand to our mark. There is one on him now that'll never heal. Ever. And the moment I touch that mark is the moment I feel a sharp pain when a fang pierces my lip.
"Love you too," I pant, feeling a small trickle of blood seep down my chin. Don't care much about that now, nor worry if it'll drive Angel over any edge. I trust him. I trust him to keep control. Something I know he'll keep the moment my hand locks into the mark. There's a spark, almost a visible one as we both move faster. Him pounding into me, the head of his shaft nudging that spot inside me almost every time. Closer, closer, so bloody close.
The moment his hand curls around my erection I know it's only a matter of seconds. "Oh bloody hell," I groan, feeling my body tense, stiffen and then its as though time stands still. I can hear someone screaming Angel's name, and since he's not likely to scream his own name I figure it has to be me. Heels dig into his arse, one hand pressed down on that mark hard and the finger nails of my other hand is leaving more marks as I tumble headfirst over that edge. I keep squeezing down on his cock, clamping him tightly to he'll follow me over that edge.
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"God, Wes!" I cry, with a strangled sound, feeling my balls tighten and draw up fast. I squeeze his shaft tighter, scrape my fist over his length faster. "Wes," I breathe next to his ear, "Come, come, want to feel you," I pant against the shell of his ear, the smell of his blood sharp and hot in the air, but I can't, can't, can't taste it or this won't end well. That I'm sure of even in my haze.
My head drops though and fangs graze over his throat as I hear him, feel him burst in my arms, body clamping tight around me, nails, thighs, ass. "Wesley," I cry as warmth floods through me, floods through that mark and it feels like our bodies merge for a second again like when my hand felt like it was falling into his chest during the spell.
We're one being in that small moment and the pleasure of both of us magnifies until my balls are empty even though my hips can't stop thrusting into him. "Love you," I repeat again, hiding in his neck, my tongue worrying over those light scratches and going limp against him, his body sandwiched between mine and the wall. Holy...what the hell was that.
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These are thoughts going through my mind in no particular order. It's a bit of a chaos in there right now. All the while I just hang in his arms limply, unable to move once again. If I had found some strength back before, it's all seeped out of me now. Not that I care much, I feel far, far to sated to care much about anything. Other then being with Angel.
A shudder goes through me when I feel his tongue gliding over the small scratches he's made. I'm reminded of how close I came to biting him despite his warming. Seems that primal urge, that need has simmered down as well. Yet another new and amazing occurrence. Part of me wants to look into that, part of me doesn't care. Right now the later part wins out because I'm just to tired to move. All I want is to soak in that bath with Angel now. If I can even get there.
"Hmmmm," I mutter, feeling my eyes flutter closed. Normally I'd tighten my arse around him but I just don't have the strength right now. It's not long until I feel him slipping out, along with a very disappointed noise from the back of my throat. "Lov'youtoo," I slur, breathe tickling over his bare shoulder. "That'was... Good lord..." Its getting harder and harder for me to tell my body to hold on, and I can feel arms and legs slipping in their grip.
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It's over so quickly but in a strangely underwater way. Like I can stop my cock from slipping out of him, nor his arms and legs sliding off me. But I keep gripping him tightly against me like I can't actually let go of him. So strange.
"Yeah, hnm, that was..." I trail off just as slowly as Wes, unable to think of a proper word for it. Kind of feels like it's still happening the way my body is tingling all over, but...it's not. So bizarre.
The water by now isn't hot, but it's still warm, and I step in on wobbly legs it's a wonder we don't fall right in to the bath with a splash. Somehow I manage to slide in, Wes draped on top of me, practically a limp blanket.
"Mgh," I groan softly as we settle in, his hand slipping onto that mark again. Christ that mark is going to be the death of me, I think as my eyes droop closed even though my whole body is singing. "You feel so close," I murmur, half asleep.
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It is my guess, however, that we are still under the influence of the magic. Of the spell itself. I know I am, I can still feel it flowing hotly through my veins. That tingling feeling that is close to pain but never really getting there. Which makes it feel nice, but dangerous too. This is how a lot of witches and warlocks like myself get drawn to the black side of magic. Lured in so to speak. Right now though, I'm to exhausted to be lured by anything.
Except into the bathtub by Angel. A rather surprised noise gets out when I suddenly feel myself surrounded by water, feeling it slosh over my back instead of feeling cold tiles pressed against them. That's...strange. I blink up at Angel sleepily, barely able to keep my eyes open. Magic, doing magic, then sex, it's getting a bit to much. I am only human after all. I think. I'm not so sure after this spell, but I'll think about that later.
Much later.
"'M laying 'ntop of you," I slur, a small giggle getting out. I'm starting to feel as though I've drunk to much. Rather far to light-headed, but that's not a surprise either. "'F'course 'm close then," I tell him, leaning in to press my lips on his chest... there's water in the way though. Which may actually be good, since I don't know what would happen if I were to kiss our mark. Which leaves me to stupidly stare at the water hiding his formidable chest.
"'S water," I tell him, sounding highly offended, "can't kiss water. 's nice 'nd warm though."
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He wants to kiss water? What? What's he talking about? I think lazily, scooting down in the warm water a bit. Christ. That was crazy. I guess that's one way to wear both of us out. Though, I think a one month old is enough for that. Hopefully, the intensity will die down a little. "Mmm," I groan, feeling my muscles relax and my arms wrap more snugly around Wes.
Eventually, Wes' dilemma, complete with wide eyes gets through my haze. "Hmm, but you can kiss me there..." I say, trying to look at my shoulder since I can't find the energy to move arms and show him where I mean. "Or kiss me here," I murmur, leaning my head forward to try to reach his lips...which is unsuccessful. I get about to his cheek. Darn.
"It is nice and warm though," I agree, still squirming against him, trying to get a little more snuggly, but too lazy and wiped out to really do anything. Not to mention squirming because my body is still tingling from our...attacking each other. Christ. Wow. I really don't think I'm going to be forgetting that for quite awhile.
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I'm to tired to think about that now though. Far to tired. What I feel like doing is sleeping. Right here in this bathtub. With Angel's arms around me, warm almost hot water sloshing over my skin and Angel-- Oh wait. I already thought that. Proves to show how tired I am. Repeating myself. Not that it's not worth repeating.
"Hmmm?" Pilling my head back on his shoulder, I smile adoringly at my Angel. He's going on about the kissing thing. Something I can kiss. No idea what though, but since his shoulder is close by I'll just kiss that. There's this small part of me that's tempted to bite him again and if I weren't almost asleep-- I'd worry about that. Or at least wonder.
"Kissing is nice and warm," I agree, eyes fluttering closed. I move one arm around his waist as I slip slide on top of him, trying to get comfortable. My other somehow lands on his chest, close to the mark. But just to the edge of it, finger-tips barely gracing said edge.
"Sleep'snice too," I mutter, already half there. Lips pressed against his shoulder and not even minding the water that sloshing against them. I could probably drown right now and not notice until it's bloody well to late.
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Not that there's anything wrong with him thinking I mean us being close and inside each other the other way. Heh. No, nothing wrong with that. Because I can certainly feel Wesley clamping around my cock even now. Mhmm.
"Mhmm, it sure is," I agree, not even sure what I'm agreeing with anymore but if it's dozing off and kissing and soaking in this warm water then I have no qualms with agreeing with it.
I can feel Wes already slipping into a very relaxed very heavy doze - don't even need the mark for that - as we sit there, his lips touching my shoulder so sweetly. "'ve got you," I murmur in case he's worried about slipping too far into the water. He probably isn't, but I do know my Wes and his worries.
I certainly don't have many at the moment. Even the zing of his fingertips caressing the edge of his mark aren't worrying me. Just so tired and heavy. A little nap won't hurt.
"Lov' you," I murmur, letting my eyes close and my body cradle Wes close. "So much," I add even quieter, my lips barely moving. That soft hum of heat just from his fingertips lacing the edge, I feel warm and safe, and totally content to fall right asleep with Wesley just as warm and safe in my arms.
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No, I don't mean Angel and I, there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's perfect but not too perfect. Can't be to perfect because there's something wrong with this picture. There's a slight worry niggling in the back of my mind, just behind the want to just sleep because I'm so exhausted. Doing magic and magic being done to you does that to a human.
Still, that little voice tell me that falling asleep in the bathtub is a bad, bad, very bad idea. For one, the water will turn cold, I'll cool off even quicker and before I know it I'll have a cold again. If I'm lucky. Considering Angel's worry for the last common cold I had, we don't want that. The second thing is that my muscles, and especially my back? Will *hate* me when I wake up if I fall asleep.
But it's just a little voice in the back of my mind. Being pushed way by exhaustion, still hot hot water and Angel's arms wrapped around me giving me that feeling of protection and security. That sense of belonging that gets even stronger when I touch our mark. Even if it's only the edge of it.
"Shouln't fllsleep," I manage to murmur, "'S not good." Falling asleep here would be so, so very bad. Doesn't stop me from dozing off even further and further until I don't even feel the water starting to cool of. Or the fact that it's wet, getting closer to my mouth and nose. Nor the fact that my back is already starting to protest the cramped position after being mistreated for the great...sex. Heh.
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Hmm, maybe I can pick him up and carry him to bed. I should make some more food anyway so that we can just re-heat it when he wakes up. Not that I wouldn't mind sleeping a little longer myself, but I can do that later. Wes is the important one here. Don't want him getting sick!
It's that thought that has me rousing myself to more wakefulness. "Wes," I murmur, not wanting to wake him up entirely, just enough so that it's easier to shift positions. Eventually, I do get him up and out of the bathtub, making sure to sling his arms around my neck so that it's somewhat easier to dry him off. Mmm, that's nice. So much skin, so many nice bones and curves...but now's not the time to play unfortunately. Once we're more or less dry and the water's draining, I hoist Wes back into my arms and carry him to bed.
Always feels so damn comforting getting to carry him like this. Don't know why and I don't really care, I just like doing it. Easing him into bed, still naked, I tuck him in and kiss his forehead...kinda the same way I do to Connor, only you know, more lingering. "Go back to sleep," I tell his sleepy eyes.
Padding slowly to the kitchen, I start chopping up some more things - maybe a salad would be good - and continue making up some more food until my eyes start drooping and I feel the need to crawl back under the covers with Wes.
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