Teenyfic: View
'View'
Bradley/Angel. R-ish. 458 words. | She'd never hear the end of it.
Drabbled for the Vag Fest (prompt: castle roof), reposting it here. And no, of course it didn't actually happen. I do know that. *hides face*
"Bradley." Angel clenched her fingers on Bradley's bicep, hoping that the low, keening sound she'd just heard hadn't come from her -- or at least that Bradley hadn't noticed it. She'd never hear the end of it.
It was just ... god.
Bradley lifted his head to look at her, a grin moving slowly over his face as he froze the hand he'd worked between them.
Angel gasped, breathless. "Fuck; why are you stopping?"
He waited a beat. "You said my name."
"I didn't." Shit.
"No," Bradley tilted his head, pretending to think it over, "no; I'm pretty sure you did, actually."
Angel bowed her head and bit at his shoulder lightly even as she rocked her hips, bearing down on his fingers. She only needed a little more. "You should really get that ego looked at," she murmured, "it's making you hear things."
"It's perfectly alright, you know," Bradley drawled. "It's not as if I mind you moaning my name, Angel."
She rolled her eyes and tried not to groan. When she'd let him lead her up here to 'enjoy the view', she'd had a feeling it was a bad idea. It just figured, didn't it, that she wouldn't remember why until now.
"Fuck off," she whined, still trying to get the friction she needed.
"You sure about that?" His laugh was a deep rumble against her throat. "I could go, if you're sure. Only I thought you might want me to finish ..."
Her breath shuddered out as he moved his fingers again, and -- okay, that was ... oh, exactly there. Fuck. She came, tense and shaking, and this time when she gasped his name she was pretty sure it had been muffled against his shoulder.
If not, Bradley didn't comment; he only cupped the back of her neck and kissed her, and Angel had already forgot (again) why this was a bad idea.
At the end of the day, she could never remember. He was insufferable, and they couldn't quite figure each other out, but they were good, really good, together.
Even when he was standing there, grinning smugly at her like some sort of big, smug ... panther. Or something.
She bit her lip and pressed against him, turning them so that he was the one with rough stone pressing dully against his back. She skimmed her fingers just along the inside of his waistband, making him hiss.
"Going to make me moan now, are you?" he said lowly, catching her lips in another kiss.
"That's the plan," she told him, and smiled against his mouth as she slid his zipper down.
And if he was too incoherent to actually talk, so much the better.
Bradley/Angel. R-ish. 458 words. | She'd never hear the end of it.
Drabbled for the Vag Fest (prompt: castle roof), reposting it here. And no, of course it didn't actually happen. I do know that. *hides face*
"Bradley." Angel clenched her fingers on Bradley's bicep, hoping that the low, keening sound she'd just heard hadn't come from her -- or at least that Bradley hadn't noticed it. She'd never hear the end of it.
It was just ... god.
Bradley lifted his head to look at her, a grin moving slowly over his face as he froze the hand he'd worked between them.
Angel gasped, breathless. "Fuck; why are you stopping?"
He waited a beat. "You said my name."
"I didn't." Shit.
"No," Bradley tilted his head, pretending to think it over, "no; I'm pretty sure you did, actually."
Angel bowed her head and bit at his shoulder lightly even as she rocked her hips, bearing down on his fingers. She only needed a little more. "You should really get that ego looked at," she murmured, "it's making you hear things."
"It's perfectly alright, you know," Bradley drawled. "It's not as if I mind you moaning my name, Angel."
She rolled her eyes and tried not to groan. When she'd let him lead her up here to 'enjoy the view', she'd had a feeling it was a bad idea. It just figured, didn't it, that she wouldn't remember why until now.
"Fuck off," she whined, still trying to get the friction she needed.
"You sure about that?" His laugh was a deep rumble against her throat. "I could go, if you're sure. Only I thought you might want me to finish ..."
Her breath shuddered out as he moved his fingers again, and -- okay, that was ... oh, exactly there. Fuck. She came, tense and shaking, and this time when she gasped his name she was pretty sure it had been muffled against his shoulder.
If not, Bradley didn't comment; he only cupped the back of her neck and kissed her, and Angel had already forgot (again) why this was a bad idea.
At the end of the day, she could never remember. He was insufferable, and they couldn't quite figure each other out, but they were good, really good, together.
Even when he was standing there, grinning smugly at her like some sort of big, smug ... panther. Or something.
She bit her lip and pressed against him, turning them so that he was the one with rough stone pressing dully against his back. She skimmed her fingers just along the inside of his waistband, making him hiss.
"Going to make me moan now, are you?" he said lowly, catching her lips in another kiss.
"That's the plan," she told him, and smiled against his mouth as she slid his zipper down.
And if he was too incoherent to actually talk, so much the better.