Complicate me
Plopping down on the end of the bed, I crossed my arms over my chest before looking out the window again. "You didn't happen to bring any cigarettes with you, did ya?" I asked with a wink. Why the hell would he remember my smokes? Although if he did I might be forced to hug him. I wasn't the hugging type, but I really wanted a smoke.
"Sorry... I guess I wasn't thinking about bringing smokes." He shrugged apologetically. "Worried about Wes and all..." Rubbing his hand along the back of his neck, he glanced down briefly. "Seven hours to kill, you think I would have thought of that. Wonder if this dimension has minute marts." Smirking a bit he sat down beside me on the end of the bed. Folding his fingers together his frame leaned forward, glancing at me.
"Nothing really here at all. Least she coulda done was dragged me off to a place that had cable." No TV? What the hell were we gonna do for seven hours? Really didn't get that bitch, draggin' me here for fun and games and then just up and leavin' me behind. Why? Cause...I dunno why, because I didn't want her to look like Buffy. I flashed a smirk up in Angel's direction before looking back out the window again.
"Well, least she could have done was not do any of this. She's a loose cannon, we need to get a grip on her. If Wes were up to speed he might be able to- I just want to ring her neck, she's nothing but trouble. I knew I had to get here to you, you're the only one that can help me now. Cordy well, she's not much help... but you." He smiled and gently touched my thigh in appreciation before returning his hands back to the steeple they were in previously.
My eyes turned back to him, narrowed slightly when his hand touched my thigh lightly. Okay, what the fuck was that? Did he just say...did he just say that I was more help than Cordy? Alright Cor wasn't exactly rockin' the slayer strength and stuff but she was Cordelia. Bitch boss of everything that even moved in that hotel. His touch was gentle on my thigh and he'd touched me before, but never like that. Maybe this was just his gig you know, savin' the damsels. 'Cept I wasn't no damsel, I could get myself out of...almost anything, except this. Fucking Illyria. With a sigh I met his gaze.
"It's cool. She's just, I don't know what her deal is. She's just curious I guess, and she doesn't know how to deal with...people. Thanks for comin' to get me." I said quietly. Why was I defending her anyway?
"Curious? What was she so curious about that she had to bring you here? Couldn't she be curious back in realville? Oh right, we're talking about the blue bitch here, nothing is ever that easy." He ran his hand through his hair lightly before once again letting dark eyes fall on me. "No problem about the whole coming to get you thing, couldn't leave you here and all. Was doing no one any good, probably better than I'm here rather than there stressing out about Wes. Already done enough of that." He stood and moved to the window glancing out, his body language shifting in distress.
"Wes. Yeah." With a sigh I looked down at the carpeting in the room, a bland beige color that made my head swim slightly. Why was I feelin' guilty about Wesley when it was more than obvious that Wes didn't give a shit about me. I was just a cheap fuck, he was just a cheap fuck. We'd screw and we'd hurt eachother, and then the cycle would start all over again.
"Hey... don't get down on yourself. Like I said before, being a Slayer comes with complications. This is one of them, but that's no reason for you to have that look on your face." He reached down and tipped my chin up, offering a smile as his thumb trace along my jawline. "Could be worse, you could be stuck here with Illyria for the next seven hours."
I gave him a small genuine half smile. Angel always made me feel so much better, even when no one else could. "I think you might have a poi..." I was cut off when his lips met mine, gentle at first and I was just way too surprised to pull away. He was cold, just like I thought he would be. When he increased the intensity of the kiss I pulled back and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Angel?"
"Sorry I just-" He offered no other explanation, other than to pull me back closer to him. "Actually not sorry, I just wanted to do that for so long. You don't even know, even with Cordy and the things she does for me... everyone. Sometimes it just needs to be about being with someone that has as much power as you. You? You've got that and it's like I'm drawn to you in more ways than one. Always have been really, even more so than Buffy." He gently brought his mouth to me lips again, holding me to him tightly.
Right. So apparently there were better ways to spend seven hours than watching cable TV. I'd just found one of 'em. Angel. So weird, I thought about Wes for a second, about how much he just didn't even give two shits about me. About how Angel'd always been the one that looked out for me, helped me, believed in me. I'd wanted this for so long and now, here it was, it was almost too fucking surreal. The intensity of the kiss deepended, and suddenly I found myself scrambling to remove his clothing. First my hands sliding up under his shirt, over his chest and pushing it off of his arms. It fell to the ground in a heap, as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. I wasn't thinking, I was just wanting. As usual.
Hands moving over the shirt he'd brought me, pulling it up and over my head, smiling briefly as the weight of my breasts were in his hands. Jeans? Jeans followed suit and he was backing me up the short distance behind us to the bed, his hands pressing my back against the mattress.
"So beautiful and strong." He smiled predatorily and moved his body up over mine slowly, settling his cold flesh against my warm radiating body. His lips kissed along my jawline as one hand roamed softly up my side before recupping my breast in his hand.
I breathed in a little sharply as his cool fingertips brushed against my nipple, and just as my lips parted his mouth pressed hard to mine. Pushing my tongue into his mouth I could feel the fangs pressing against them, cutting into them until I could taste a small coppery drop of blood in my mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I brought my lips down to his neck kissing him slowly down to his collarbone and back up against. I could feel him pressed hard into the side of my thigh, nothing seperating the two of us anymore. My breath quickened as I looked back up into his eyes. How long had I wanted this? I couldn't even remember the first time I lusted after Soul Boy. Just couldn't believe I actually got something that I wanted.
He looked down at me as I glanced up at him, my eyes so wide with lust it made him press against me with more fervor.
"Can't believe how long ... I've wanted this." He brushed his fingertips against my skin, feeling the heat before his fingers even glided against the wetness between my thighs. In one swift movement he was pressed inside me, his eyes closing. My hips pressed up to meet him, legs locking tighter around his back, forcing him deeper inside me. "So long." His mouth returned to my lips which were coated in a thin shining layer of blood where my tongue had snuck out across them.
So long? He'd wanted me for so long? Why had I never even known that? Don't get me wrong, I'm wicked hot but I just didn't think Angel ever saw the two of us like that. Over the years I just sorta got used to the idea that he was a friend and that was it. Then he was gone for awhile, like a blackhole in my life. No one that cared or gave two shits, and now I had him back. The thought made my hips rise up to greet him furiously. My nails digging into the flesh on his back, I left little half moons embedded in his flesh.
"I've always wanted this." I murmered right before my lips pressed against his again. I didn't know why I was bein' so forthright with him, wasn't my usual style. But if I could be that way with anyone, it was Angel.
"I can tell." He grinned wickedly as my fingernails dug into his back, skin tearing slightly. He began to drive inside my, my heat locked around the throbbing sensation that rocked his whole body. "You feel... so amazing." His lips carefully travelled down along my neck, pulsepoint beating wildly against the tip of his tongue.
I couldn't help but let a wicked smirk dance across pale features. I was wicked amazing, why hadn't Wes ever told me that? Right, cause he hated me. Why would you tell someone that you hate that they're amazing? Even though let's be honest, I had to be the best lay he was ever gonna get. He was pounding into me furiously, and I kept up with the pace easily. My hands trailed across his skin lazily as I pressed into him harder. Harder, faster. I wasn't used to this kinda stamina, but I had to admit. It was worth writin' home about, so to speak. In one easy careless movement, I flipped us both over so that I was staring down at him through sweat stained dark locks. Pressing down into him hard, I rose back up and established the fast paced rhythm again. I was startin' to feel that good down-low tingly feeling.
"Oh yeah." He grinned as I flipped him over, bet Cordy was never this forceful in bed. His hands reached up and gripped me by the hips, skin kneading roughly between his fingers. Oh yeah I was nothing short of a marathon fucker. I started to lock around him, his hands slowing my hips down, pulling me up slowly and guiding me down just as slowly. Eyes rolled up in my head and Angel grinned. His hands slowly, bit by bit, let me increase when I made little frustrated noises.
I was almost there! Halfway to fucking him 'til I was all the way to happyland. Damn vampire! Tease. Shouldn't have forgotten that about him, he was a tease just like B. Sometimes they were way too much alike. It was disturbing. Looking down at him with pleading eyes I finally pressed upwards suddenly and forcefully escaping his grasp and upping the pace again. This time, I let my hands press into his chest as my lips met his again hard. Could hear a low growl escaping his throat, but I knew how to distract him. Not more than a minute later I felt my muscles clench down around him hard, a moan escaping my lips into his mouth.
Growl escaping his throat, his body locking up tightly as he felt me trap him inside. Bodies thrusting so hard it was hard to tell who was in control here, clearly it was me but he wouldn't admit to that. My body released violently, collapsing hard against his chest, breathing erratic.
"That was... who said being stuck here was such a bad thing?" He smirked and let his hands run up my damp flesh, admiring how much warmer I'd become.
Bodies flipped and glided against one another until his mouth was kissing up my inner thigh, giving me no time to even fathom where I was.
I was still reeling from my first orgasm and suddenly his mouth was pressed to my most sensitive of parts, tongue flicking over that one small spot that made my toes curl. Fuck me. I knew vamps had stamina, but I had no idea they had that kinda stamina. Not that I was complainin'. Seven hours of fucking? I just wondered if I'd make it, honestly. My mouth opened and another unrestrained moan escaped my lips, my hips rising slightly off the bed as his mouth worked on me. Round two. Ding ding.
Pretty much went on like that for hours. I'd never been with anyone with that much stamina before. Damn, after all that time tryin' to work my way into B's pants, into Angel's pants, and even into Spike's pants I finally figured it. Super power sex was wicked hot! Seven hours, didn't think it could be done but it definitely could be. By the end I was sweaty and shaky and it was probably the best workout I'd ever had. Was so tired I almost crashed on the bed but Angel shook my shoulder. Time to head back to L.A., face the music. Whatever.
I stood patiently in the hallway as the portal opened back up and he gripped onto my arm, pulling me through it.
"Sorry... I guess I wasn't thinking about bringing smokes." He shrugged apologetically. "Worried about Wes and all..." Rubbing his hand along the back of his neck, he glanced down briefly. "Seven hours to kill, you think I would have thought of that. Wonder if this dimension has minute marts." Smirking a bit he sat down beside me on the end of the bed. Folding his fingers together his frame leaned forward, glancing at me.
"Nothing really here at all. Least she coulda done was dragged me off to a place that had cable." No TV? What the hell were we gonna do for seven hours? Really didn't get that bitch, draggin' me here for fun and games and then just up and leavin' me behind. Why? Cause...I dunno why, because I didn't want her to look like Buffy. I flashed a smirk up in Angel's direction before looking back out the window again.
"Well, least she could have done was not do any of this. She's a loose cannon, we need to get a grip on her. If Wes were up to speed he might be able to- I just want to ring her neck, she's nothing but trouble. I knew I had to get here to you, you're the only one that can help me now. Cordy well, she's not much help... but you." He smiled and gently touched my thigh in appreciation before returning his hands back to the steeple they were in previously.
My eyes turned back to him, narrowed slightly when his hand touched my thigh lightly. Okay, what the fuck was that? Did he just say...did he just say that I was more help than Cordy? Alright Cor wasn't exactly rockin' the slayer strength and stuff but she was Cordelia. Bitch boss of everything that even moved in that hotel. His touch was gentle on my thigh and he'd touched me before, but never like that. Maybe this was just his gig you know, savin' the damsels. 'Cept I wasn't no damsel, I could get myself out of...almost anything, except this. Fucking Illyria. With a sigh I met his gaze.
"It's cool. She's just, I don't know what her deal is. She's just curious I guess, and she doesn't know how to deal with...people. Thanks for comin' to get me." I said quietly. Why was I defending her anyway?
"Curious? What was she so curious about that she had to bring you here? Couldn't she be curious back in realville? Oh right, we're talking about the blue bitch here, nothing is ever that easy." He ran his hand through his hair lightly before once again letting dark eyes fall on me. "No problem about the whole coming to get you thing, couldn't leave you here and all. Was doing no one any good, probably better than I'm here rather than there stressing out about Wes. Already done enough of that." He stood and moved to the window glancing out, his body language shifting in distress.
"Wes. Yeah." With a sigh I looked down at the carpeting in the room, a bland beige color that made my head swim slightly. Why was I feelin' guilty about Wesley when it was more than obvious that Wes didn't give a shit about me. I was just a cheap fuck, he was just a cheap fuck. We'd screw and we'd hurt eachother, and then the cycle would start all over again.
"Hey... don't get down on yourself. Like I said before, being a Slayer comes with complications. This is one of them, but that's no reason for you to have that look on your face." He reached down and tipped my chin up, offering a smile as his thumb trace along my jawline. "Could be worse, you could be stuck here with Illyria for the next seven hours."
I gave him a small genuine half smile. Angel always made me feel so much better, even when no one else could. "I think you might have a poi..." I was cut off when his lips met mine, gentle at first and I was just way too surprised to pull away. He was cold, just like I thought he would be. When he increased the intensity of the kiss I pulled back and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Angel?"
"Sorry I just-" He offered no other explanation, other than to pull me back closer to him. "Actually not sorry, I just wanted to do that for so long. You don't even know, even with Cordy and the things she does for me... everyone. Sometimes it just needs to be about being with someone that has as much power as you. You? You've got that and it's like I'm drawn to you in more ways than one. Always have been really, even more so than Buffy." He gently brought his mouth to me lips again, holding me to him tightly.
Right. So apparently there were better ways to spend seven hours than watching cable TV. I'd just found one of 'em. Angel. So weird, I thought about Wes for a second, about how much he just didn't even give two shits about me. About how Angel'd always been the one that looked out for me, helped me, believed in me. I'd wanted this for so long and now, here it was, it was almost too fucking surreal. The intensity of the kiss deepended, and suddenly I found myself scrambling to remove his clothing. First my hands sliding up under his shirt, over his chest and pushing it off of his arms. It fell to the ground in a heap, as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. I wasn't thinking, I was just wanting. As usual.
Hands moving over the shirt he'd brought me, pulling it up and over my head, smiling briefly as the weight of my breasts were in his hands. Jeans? Jeans followed suit and he was backing me up the short distance behind us to the bed, his hands pressing my back against the mattress.
"So beautiful and strong." He smiled predatorily and moved his body up over mine slowly, settling his cold flesh against my warm radiating body. His lips kissed along my jawline as one hand roamed softly up my side before recupping my breast in his hand.
I breathed in a little sharply as his cool fingertips brushed against my nipple, and just as my lips parted his mouth pressed hard to mine. Pushing my tongue into his mouth I could feel the fangs pressing against them, cutting into them until I could taste a small coppery drop of blood in my mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I brought my lips down to his neck kissing him slowly down to his collarbone and back up against. I could feel him pressed hard into the side of my thigh, nothing seperating the two of us anymore. My breath quickened as I looked back up into his eyes. How long had I wanted this? I couldn't even remember the first time I lusted after Soul Boy. Just couldn't believe I actually got something that I wanted.
He looked down at me as I glanced up at him, my eyes so wide with lust it made him press against me with more fervor.
"Can't believe how long ... I've wanted this." He brushed his fingertips against my skin, feeling the heat before his fingers even glided against the wetness between my thighs. In one swift movement he was pressed inside me, his eyes closing. My hips pressed up to meet him, legs locking tighter around his back, forcing him deeper inside me. "So long." His mouth returned to my lips which were coated in a thin shining layer of blood where my tongue had snuck out across them.
So long? He'd wanted me for so long? Why had I never even known that? Don't get me wrong, I'm wicked hot but I just didn't think Angel ever saw the two of us like that. Over the years I just sorta got used to the idea that he was a friend and that was it. Then he was gone for awhile, like a blackhole in my life. No one that cared or gave two shits, and now I had him back. The thought made my hips rise up to greet him furiously. My nails digging into the flesh on his back, I left little half moons embedded in his flesh.
"I've always wanted this." I murmered right before my lips pressed against his again. I didn't know why I was bein' so forthright with him, wasn't my usual style. But if I could be that way with anyone, it was Angel.
"I can tell." He grinned wickedly as my fingernails dug into his back, skin tearing slightly. He began to drive inside my, my heat locked around the throbbing sensation that rocked his whole body. "You feel... so amazing." His lips carefully travelled down along my neck, pulsepoint beating wildly against the tip of his tongue.
I couldn't help but let a wicked smirk dance across pale features. I was wicked amazing, why hadn't Wes ever told me that? Right, cause he hated me. Why would you tell someone that you hate that they're amazing? Even though let's be honest, I had to be the best lay he was ever gonna get. He was pounding into me furiously, and I kept up with the pace easily. My hands trailed across his skin lazily as I pressed into him harder. Harder, faster. I wasn't used to this kinda stamina, but I had to admit. It was worth writin' home about, so to speak. In one easy careless movement, I flipped us both over so that I was staring down at him through sweat stained dark locks. Pressing down into him hard, I rose back up and established the fast paced rhythm again. I was startin' to feel that good down-low tingly feeling.
"Oh yeah." He grinned as I flipped him over, bet Cordy was never this forceful in bed. His hands reached up and gripped me by the hips, skin kneading roughly between his fingers. Oh yeah I was nothing short of a marathon fucker. I started to lock around him, his hands slowing my hips down, pulling me up slowly and guiding me down just as slowly. Eyes rolled up in my head and Angel grinned. His hands slowly, bit by bit, let me increase when I made little frustrated noises.
I was almost there! Halfway to fucking him 'til I was all the way to happyland. Damn vampire! Tease. Shouldn't have forgotten that about him, he was a tease just like B. Sometimes they were way too much alike. It was disturbing. Looking down at him with pleading eyes I finally pressed upwards suddenly and forcefully escaping his grasp and upping the pace again. This time, I let my hands press into his chest as my lips met his again hard. Could hear a low growl escaping his throat, but I knew how to distract him. Not more than a minute later I felt my muscles clench down around him hard, a moan escaping my lips into his mouth.
Growl escaping his throat, his body locking up tightly as he felt me trap him inside. Bodies thrusting so hard it was hard to tell who was in control here, clearly it was me but he wouldn't admit to that. My body released violently, collapsing hard against his chest, breathing erratic.
"That was... who said being stuck here was such a bad thing?" He smirked and let his hands run up my damp flesh, admiring how much warmer I'd become.
Bodies flipped and glided against one another until his mouth was kissing up my inner thigh, giving me no time to even fathom where I was.
I was still reeling from my first orgasm and suddenly his mouth was pressed to my most sensitive of parts, tongue flicking over that one small spot that made my toes curl. Fuck me. I knew vamps had stamina, but I had no idea they had that kinda stamina. Not that I was complainin'. Seven hours of fucking? I just wondered if I'd make it, honestly. My mouth opened and another unrestrained moan escaped my lips, my hips rising slightly off the bed as his mouth worked on me. Round two. Ding ding.
Pretty much went on like that for hours. I'd never been with anyone with that much stamina before. Damn, after all that time tryin' to work my way into B's pants, into Angel's pants, and even into Spike's pants I finally figured it. Super power sex was wicked hot! Seven hours, didn't think it could be done but it definitely could be. By the end I was sweaty and shaky and it was probably the best workout I'd ever had. Was so tired I almost crashed on the bed but Angel shook my shoulder. Time to head back to L.A., face the music. Whatever.
I stood patiently in the hallway as the portal opened back up and he gripped onto my arm, pulling me through it.