"Anywhere but here."
Rating: R/M or whatever the equivalent is.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Now on with the fic:
Summary: Buffy and Angel play a game of Anywhere But Here. ("Amy Yip at the water slide park!" - Xander)
Close your eyes.
Imagine a beach at sunrise, the birth of a brand new day. The sun isn't a problem for us here. Look at the colours. Red, gold, blue, purple, green. All together they make the most beautiful palette in the sky. These are the colours I see in you, muirnín. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are? You shine with a radiance that surpasses even that sunrise.
Imagine the waves, lapping gently on the golden sand. Frothy white tips, and deep turquoise sea give way to a vast ocean, filled with wonders. Nothing but blue, as far as the eye can see. In the distance, that sunrise, that beautiful rainbow of colours shines down upon us. From side to side, the beach stretches into infinity, dotted with palms, their fronds waving in a light breeze.
Imagine I stand behind you, my arms wrapped around your waist. You watch the sun, but all I can see is you, my love. Your hair trails across my face in the wind, and it smells like you – vanilla and orange and lemon and the smell after rain. You smell like a rainbow, darling. And I can't help pulling you deeper into my embrace and taking your hands in mine. My lips trail down your neck, tasting your skin – like honey and lemons, you taste sweet, but with an edge that I love. I trace butterfly kisses along your collarbone, across your shoulders, down your back. The sunrise makes you glow, ionúin, with all the colours of the rainbow. And you arch into my kisses, the sunrise out of mind now.
Imagine the breeze, blowing your hair across you face now as you turn to me, and pull me into a desperate kiss. The beach, the waves, the sunrise, all fall away, and all we are aware of now is each other. Kisses beget more kisses, and we fall down onto that golden sand, legs and arms intertwined. Clothes are a thing of the past, and I trail yet more butterfly kisses down your perfect breasts. I pause to suckle gently on one nipple, then the other, and your hands, such perfect, small hands, fly to my head, holding me to your breast tightly before relaxing and letting me continue on my path. I trail soft, wet kisses along your belly, swirling my tongue in your belly button, making you gasp, and then I move towards my goal.
Imagine my head between your legs, my tongue lapping at your honeyed juices. I mentioned you tasted like honey and lemons, right? You do. I can't get enough of the way you taste, the way that these juices run freely for me. I flick my tongue gently against your clit, and am rewarded with a deep shudder that runs right through you body. Then, I do it again. And again. I love the reactions you have – you're shy, but not inhibited. Gradually, the shudders increase in intensity and I can tell you're on the brink. All I want to do is bury myself inside you, and I will muirnín, but not yet. This is about you, and I increase my ministrations until you're shaking in my arms, crying out my name. I hold you as you come down from your release, and then I do as I promised.
Imagine me, burying myself in your wet heat. Darling, you feel like home. I feel you tremble around me at the sensation, and a hiss escapes my lips. God, ionúin, you're perfect. I slowly start to move, pumping gently in and out of you. The sunrise beats down upon us, coating you in all the colours of the rainbow. You look so beautiful, there in the sunlight – like an ethereal goddess, not quite attainable. But I have you, I'm inside you, and as I move within you, you move with me, arching up to meet my thrusts. I could lose myself in you, my love. You feel like heaven, my torment, redemption and salvation rolled into one. You're my reason for living, my anchor, my touchstone. I love you darling, and as we move together, reaching the edge, ready to sail into the abyss, our eyes meet. I drown in your eyes. The waves break upon the shore, and we scream each other's names as we come together, you rippling around me, milking my seed.
Imagine standing together on the beach afterwards, the sun still rising. I wrap my arms around your waist, and your hands cover them. The sunrise glows in the distance.
"How did you find me here?"
"If I was blind, I would see you."
"Stay with me?"
"Forever. That's the whole point."