Chapter Nine: Christmas Day
AN: Ah, I think Buffy may be back in a later chapter and better written too! Oh, JOY!! It was the first time I had worked with the character and I hope none of you were disappointed by her short part, ass kicking, and possibly OOC-ness. Sorry! Anyways, on with the Christmas fluff!! This chapter contains a quick, yet explicit sexual act. If the idea of oral pleasures offends you, DON'T READ IT! It's Christmas time, smut is needed, even if it is brief. ;]
Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrighted characters, nor do I profit from this work of fiction.
Three empty glasses sat atop the entertainment center, resting comfortably in the garland, along with an empty dark green wine bottle. Light snores filled the sitting area, Wesley sprawled out on the couch, tan fleece throw covering most of him. After cleaning up the mess and replacing the table infront of the couch, Angel and Nefertiti had retired to his bedroom, leaving the door open to appease Wesley's desire for Angel's soul to remain intact.
Nefertiti lay on her side, curled around Angel and used him -rather happily- as a pillow. Angel lay on his back, one arm propping his head up, the other wrapped securely around the woman next to him. It was the first time in a long time that he was able to sleep comfortably, no less with a woman he called his own beside him.
The morning was long gone, all the clocks -unbenownst to the sleeping figures- displaying 1:30PM and was unusually quiet for the hour. Normally by now Cordelia and Wesley were at work in the office, Angel working out or chatting with a potential client in his own office.
Nefertiti was the first to stir, lifting her head slightly to place a kiss upon Angel's cheek. A warm smile played across her features, reflecting a smile that was working it's way up Angel's face.
"Mmm?" He cracked one eye open to peer at her.
Offering a crooked smile, she fingered a lazy pattern across his chest. "I've got to run to my place for a minute, can I use your car?"
He rolled over, pinning her underneath him and spoke into the pillows. "Right now?"
She giggled, struggling slightly but merely for play. "Yes, right now. I've got to get my presents!"
He groaned, lifting his head up to prop it on his hand. "I'll take you there."
"Angel, you'll set on fire."
"Ah," He bit his lower lip, "Wouldn't want that happening."
"Most certainly not."
He shifted slightly, placing his hands on either side of her face and kissed her slowly. It was a kiss, not of desire, but longing and desperation. At times it was soft and tortuous, others hard and delicious. Angel sighed, pulling away with a nip at her lower lip. "Hold that thought."
Nefertiti squeezed her eyes shut, "Holding."
Angel rose and closed the door, climbing up the foot of the bed. He ran his hands up her legs, "My plaid pants never looked better, but," Reaching her waist line he slid them down, just enough to expose what he was after. "now they look beautiful."
Her eyes opened, leaning on her elbows to look at him. "Angel-"
"Do you trust me?" He placed kisses just underneath her belly button, causing her heartbeat to increase.
"Of course." She smirked as he pushed the pajama bottoms completely off, the bottoms sticking to the end of the bed.
"Then hush." Angel placed a trail of kisses down to her most sensitive place, nudging her legs up onto his shoulders and enjoyed the view very much. His gaze traveled to a ring of silver, having never seen a clit ring before he was intent on figuring out the best way to work it. Using one arm to hold her still he brought the other to rest at his side, his fingers running over her entrance to tease. His tongue drew slow circles around her bundle of nerves, causing her legs to jump with excitement, her hips pressing against his right arm.
"Angel." She began to protest, but was silenced by a probing finger.
"Shh." He spoke against her, then sucked lightly on the silver jewlery. Her reaction was more than he could've hoped for, her panting breaths becoming quicker and louder. Inserting a second finger, he rubbed on the most sensitive spot inside of her, moving his fingers at a rapid but rhythmic pace. Angel placed the tip of his tongue in the center of the ring, using it to rub quickly over her clit.
Her toes curled, legs shaking of their own volition. "Angel I'm," She cut herself off with a moan.
He spoke against her, holding his tongue in his place to send exquisite vibrations throughout her body. "Come on, baby." Angel hummed a note, memorizing the sound that escaped her lips. It was soft and loud all at the same time, not her peak but he knew she was close as his fingers became wrapped up tightly in her. "Do it for me." He returned to flicking his tongue as fast as he could across her piercing, delighting as she cried out with release. He pulled his mouth away with a little tug on the jewlery, but continued to move his fingers slowly as she shuddered uncontrollably. Angel rested his head at her belly button, a frustrated sigh escaping him as he removed his fingers carefully from inside of her. "It's official," He picked his head up, licking his fingers clean, "I can't stand it anymore."
Nefertiti shook for a few minutes after he'd moved, her legs continuing to twitch randomly. "I don't think I can drive now." Her voice was shaky, her breathing heavy.
He smiled and crawled up her, resting his arousal against her wet center. Pants had never angered him so much before. Angel ran his hands up, under her own arms to tangle in her hair. "Merry Christmas."
Nefertiti opened her eyes, the light tug on her hair causing her to shudder into him, far beyond desiring him at the moment. "Merry Christmas, Angel." Her hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his lips to her own for a long, lingering kiss.
Wesley stirred, head poking up to read the VCR's clock. 2:30PM. He sighed and sat up slowly, gaze travelling to Angel's door as it opened to reveal a shirtless Angel. He yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and put on his glasses.
"Morning Wes." Angel rubbed a hand over his chest, scratching lightly and headed into the kitchen, flicking the light on. "I have a proposition for you."
Wesley tilted his head at that and stood to stretch. "Whats that?"
"I," He began, turning with a wisk in hand, "will make Christmas yum yums if you would drive Nefertiti to her apartment and back."
"Christmas yum yums?!" He tried not to sound too excited, but was sure that he'd failed. "At your service!" He offered a cheesy salute and slipped into his shoes.
Nefertiti emerged from Angel's bedroom, legs still twitching, with Angel's plaid pajama bottoms back on and a black t-shirt. "Thanks, Wesley." She moved to the table and took her purse under her arm.
Angel flipped the last pancake and set it onto the table as Wesley hurried through the back door, packages filling his arms. He rose a brow, only expecting Nefertiti to come back with a few presents. He put out a dish of bacon and scrambled eggs, waiting on a few pieces of toast as Nefertiti came through the door, followed by Cordelia. Angel didn't know they'd gone to pick her up, but was happy to see her anyways.
Nefertiti carried one, large present, setting it down by the tree before coming into the kitchen. "What?" Angel had been giving her a perplexed look since she'd come in.
"Just didn't expect to see that many presents." He leaned over to her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
Cordelia placed the few things she'd brought under the tree and helped Wesley unload before making her way to the kitchen. "God, Angel, do you ever wear a shirt these days?"
Angel blushed and grabbed the toast and butter, setting them in an empty spot on the table. "I'm... cutting down... on laundry."
Wesley took a seat at the table in front of an empty plate, "Good lord bless you for being able to cook."
Angel disappeared into his bedroom, throwing on a white t-shirt and came back to the kitchen. "Well..." He looked around to the three seated at his table, "What are you waiting for? Eat!"
They were more than happy to oblige him and dug in, sampling everything. "Angel, if you weren't dead and all, I'd marry you and have your babies." Cordelia spoke through a mouthful of bacon, pouring a sickening amount of syrup onto her pancakes.
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Nefertiti stood at the sink, having insisted on cleaning the dishes and she wasn't let down. Scrubbing the fry pan out and rinsing it, she placed it on the dish drain and shut off the water. She moved to the sitting area, standing beside Angel who was seated in a black leather lazy boy.
Angel pulld her to sit on the arm of the chair, wrapping an arm around her hips. "Present time?"
Wesley lept to his feet at the mention of presents and moved to hand them out. Figuring if he handed them out he'd not be so giddy to open them. He was wrong. After he'd handed them out, making small piles next to their respective owners he sat in front of his own, not waiting for the others to tear into the ones from Angel first. "Jean Claude is the master, thats all I'm going to say."
Nefertiti played with the claddagh ring, watching the joy on the other's faces as they tore into their presents.
Cordelia sucked in a breath at the bracelet, "Angel, it's beautiful."
"I know it is." He opened the box from Cordelia, smiling at the shirts. "Thanks for the button downs."
Nefertiti leaned in to inspect the shirt with the wings on the back and smirked o
at him, "It's perfect."
Wesley's giddy noises could be heard by all and probably some people outside of the building. "Nefertiti, thank you!" He had opened all of the packages she'd adressed to him in the time the others could open one. "These are lovely but," He put a miniature statue in the palm of his hand, "I'm afraid I don't know who this is."
Nefertiti smiled, "It is Nedjem, the 'sweet one'. He was the Pharaoh's scribe, messenger to every foreign land, great steward and overseer of the granaries on the western border. In his hands he is holding the God Ptah-Tantenen. Ptah-Tantenen is a God to God's, he created the God's of Egypt." She smiled as a memory danced across her mind. "I found him in a crypt a thousand years ago, give or take, along with the set of jars. I thought he was fitting for you."
Wesley placed the statue down gently, "These are worth a small fortune, I can not accept these."
Nefertiti shook her head, "I have no need for fortunes. I have amassed a big enough sum in my time on earth, what would I want with those trinkets? It would please me very much if someone who could appreciate them had them."
Wesley didn't argue, but now began thinking about the fortune she'd mentioned. 'Yes,' He mused, 'I suppose one would after thousands of years on earth.'
Cordelia ignored their chatter and hurried through her presents, laying them out on the table to admire them -minus the bracelet from Angel and earrings from Wesley, she'd already put them on. "Where did you get all of this stuff?"
Nefertiti rose and moved to sit herself on the floor, opposite Cordelia, pointing to the corresponding gift as she spoke. "That is my head dress I wore in waiting of my husband." She let her fingers caress it lightly before continuing. "That is a necklace I wore as my husbands wife and that is a head dress I wore as I ruled alone."
"These things... they're all so beautiful, why are you giving them to me?"
"You are the only woman I know who has yet to go through those trials of life." She stood, taking her place back at Angel's side, "I figured you'd appreciate them more than I."
Angel squeezed her hip lightly as he moved to open the largest package, "This better not be a box with your husband in it."
Nefertiti laughed, prodding him lightly on the arm with her fist.
Angel opened the box, smirking at it's contents. Ancient weaponry. Something he'd loved his entire unlife. Picking up a curved sword like object he quirked a brow in her direction.
"It is a khopesh." The brow was still quirked. "A scimitar?" Both brows now. " A sickle-sword? It's more like a battle axe sword, thing. It is not blunt like an axe, but takes the D shape, it makes slashes in your opponent. Quite like..." Her eyes flitted around, searching for the word. "A katana."
"Mmm katana." Angel placed the blade back in the box and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."
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