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
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
Approximately five month's laterHe's almost ready to take his first steps, Angel has been assuring me the past week. Of course Connor isn't about to do any such thing, the boy can barely sit on his own, let alone stand. But since I shouldn't talk, having going through books and folders to pick out the best school for our boy, I just nod and smile at Angel with all the earnest I can muster
( ... )
And there goes Wes, I note as I shrug on my shirt. He's been like this for weeks now. Months, maybe, I guess. He says it's the flu, but I don't think so. This is way to long for the flu. And other than the throwing up he's been pretty okay. Well, you know aside from bursting into tears sometimes
( ... )
Alright, so maybe getting up at one in the morning to eat all the leftovers was a really, really bad idea. Really bad idea I think to myself as I empty the contents of my stomach in the toilet. There are tears rolling down my face and my knees are starting to hurt from the many times I have landed on them in this position one time to many
( ... )
"Hey, you," I murmur as I step in and see him there leaning back heavily against the bathtub. I'm right there sitting next to him, silently helping him drink the water when he can't quite get up from the floor this time. Lots of panting and sweating, and I won't be surprised if there's more heaving coming before this is over. Damn, he looks awful. Definitely time for this doctor warlock demon person
( ... )
Still never fails to make me smile when Wes kisses Connor. Okay, Connor and me. It's all pretty cute. Wes around Connor is doubly cute. The man is cute in general, but put him around a baby and he's like...unstoppable. Who could resist him while he's teasing Connor with a spoon of mush that's supposed to be peas, making sounds like a big truck when he thinks no one is around to hear
( ... )
Not only am I likely to forget my own head, but I've become even more clumsy then usual lately. Its ridiculous. I knew I had a tendency to forget my glasses here and there, but lately I find Angel running after me to hand them over. I hadn't even *remembered* about them and would've gone on researching until I had the grand mother of all headaches. And then I'd still wonder why. Reaching up to pat the pocket Angel just put them in is also a bad idea I realize when I stumble down the stairs moments later
( ... )
Nose right there in a book, right where it always is whenever Wes stops in his office. I definitely knew Wes wasn't going to end up sneaking off somewhere. Yeah, I think I could send him in here for a paper clip and he'd return two hours later to ask me what I had wanted earlier. Of course he would remember that I'd asked him for something, because Wes always remembers...just not always at the right time
( ... )
Not really sure, but I think I'm being manhandled. Now don't get me wrong, I usually love getting manhandled by Angel, but this one makes me slightly suspicious. He's very eager for me to come along on this strange trip of his he hasn't told me anything about. He keeps saying he needs my expertise but fails to tell me what sort of expertise this entails. Which tend to worry me a little bit
( ... )
I just sit there staring back and forth between the two of them, not really knowing how I got sitting down anyway. My, the doctor has a very large forehead. And those nails. Long, kind of like his nurse's. Maybe they're a couple? He's really not all that attractive. But I guess if you're the top demon doctor in these parts, maybe it pays well, I think staring at him and then back at Wes, my mouth gaping slightly without thought
( ... )
"You are mistaken," I tell him with an absolute stubborn note of conviction in my voice.
What this doctor is playing at I'm not certain but this is utterly ridiculous! Human males do *not* get pregnant. There. I said it. With child, pregnant, knocked up, however you wish to call it. It does *not* happen to human males! If he think that this is some funny joke then he's sadly mistaken. This is not happening, this simply cannot be.
Just like vampires aren't supposed to have children? That was-- an exception! A miracle for Angel, as part of his redemption. And what makes you think this isn't the same? Because it's I'm involved and I would never be worthy such a thing. And because it's impossible! And yet the image doesn't lie...Growling under my breath I glare at the small monitor. I know what I'm looking at. Just as I knew what I was looking at with Darla. But I also know that tricks can be played. And that's what's happening here. We are being tricked. I've no idea why, and by now I'm getting very worried about what's happened to
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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What this doctor is playing at I'm not certain but this is utterly ridiculous! Human males do *not* get pregnant. There. I said it. With child, pregnant, knocked up, however you wish to call it. It does *not* happen to human males! If he think that this is some funny joke then he's sadly mistaken. This is not happening, this simply cannot be.
Just like vampires aren't supposed to have children? That was-- an exception! A miracle for Angel, as part of his redemption. And what makes you think this isn't the same? Because it's I'm involved and I would never be worthy such a thing. And because it's impossible! And yet the image doesn't lie...Growling under my breath I glare at the small monitor. I know what I'm looking at. Just as I knew what I was looking at with Darla. But I also know that tricks can be played. And that's what's happening here. We are being tricked. I've no idea why, and by now I'm getting very worried about what's happened to ( ... )
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