Sorry for the wait between chapters again. I'm finally done with school so during the summer I will definitely have more time to write! And once this story finishes (if it ever decides to wrap itself up) I'll be starting another story, but I have a few ideas and I'm not sure which one to go with first. I have one that's AU, but not human. There's slayers and vampires, but nothing else from the show is the same. I have another human story where Angel is a PI...done a million times, I know, but I think it's a pretty well rounded idea. Also, I have one that occurs a few years after Buffy and Angel ended. Not sure which one I'll work on first. Any opinions on that? Let me know. Or maybe I should write more than one at the same time? I'm not sure yet.
Anyways, here's the rest of their date! Thanks so much to everyone who left a review. I hope you guys like this chapter too! Please leave me some feedback.
PART 20
They walked into the mall and they couldn't help but notice the people staring at them. They glanced down at themselves and they could see why. Buffy was in a sweatshirt that was about ten sizes too big, her hair was a wet disaster, and her jeans were wet and muddy. Angel fared no better. His t-shirt and jeans were both splattered with mud and soaked as well. He didn't even want to think about what had happened to his hair. It was probably all flat now, he thought with a frown.
"Where to?" Angel asked eager to get out of his wet clothes.
"I have an idea," she said as a mischievous smile took over her face. He looked at her warily and she continued. "What if we pick out what the other person has to wear?" she suggested and he opened his mouth to immediately disagree when a memory stopped him. This time when he went into Victoria's Secret with her it wouldn't be so horribly wrong to picture her in every lacey piece he saw.
"We should start with your underwear," he smirked and she rolled her eyes playfully. Although logically it did make sense to start with her underwear, she was feeling a little too playful to just give in so easily.
"How about we start with your underwear?" she shot back and he winced slightly at the thought.
"Buffy, there's not-guys underwear isn't really a thing like girls' underwear is. You girls have your own stores for it, you know?" he said and she could tell he was uncomfortable by the thought.
"So then you're going with no underwear for the rest of the day?" she asked knowing he would never go for that when he was going to be trying on clothes. "Because I would definitely be okay with that."
"Fine, let's just...go," he huffed and Buffy grinned before pulling him into the nearest store. She walked confidently to a shelf and she immediately saw what she was looking for. It wasn't what he normally wore, but that was the point of this, right? She guessed on the size and picked up a package and handed it to him. He raised an eyebrow at her but they wordlessly headed to the checkout counter.
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"So…what do you, you know, need?" Angel asked suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable standing next to his girlfriend in the middle of Victoria's Secret. She would look amazing in everything in the store. How could he choose?
"A bra and panties," she said patiently knowing he had a tendency to get uncomfortable when anything related to sex came up in public. It was so cute how old fashioned he was sometimes.
"Can I help you?" a saleswoman asked and Buffy began to open her mouth but Angel cut her off.
"No," he said simply and the woman had an amused look on her face as she realized how uncomfortable the man in front of her was.
"No thank you," Buffy spoke up. "We just got caught in the rain and need a few things," she said and the saleswoman told them to call her if they needed anything and left to help another customer. "Well Angel, have at it," she grinned very anxious to see what he would choose. Would it be something totally impractical? Or similar to what she wore all the time? He'd certainly seen enough of her underwear to know what she liked.
"I don't-where do I start?" he wondered and Buffy took his hand and led him towards a rack of bras.
"Well, do you see anything you would like to see me wearing?" she asked him and he silently groaned at that question. Did she seriously just ask him that in this store? He shot her a look and she tried a different question. "Do you have a favorite color on me? Or a favorite material?"
"I like…lace," he answered hesitantly wondering how she would react to that information.
"Lace?" she repeated and he nodded as she bit her lower lip. "I do too," she whispered and he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and at the same time mental images of her in tiny scraps of lace made it hard to concentrate on anything else. "Pick one," she told him and he looked around briefly before his eyes settled on one in particular that he knew without a doubt would look absolutely incredible on her. Until he peeled it off her body.
"Here," he said pointing and she examined what he had picked. It wasn't something she would have chosen herself, but it was pretty. It was black and covered in lace with red bows on each strap. It was really nice. "Is it okay?" he asked and Buffy glanced at him surprised by how insecure he seemed.
"Of course it's okay Angel," she reached up to place a hand on the side of his face. "Now," she said with a smile. "You want to guess my size?"
"Oh no," Angel shook his head shoving his hands in his pockets, grimacing when he realized they were making his hands wet. He pulled his hands back out and crossed his arms over his chest. "There is no right answer to that question."
"Oh come on. I won't be mad," Buffy promised. "I'm just curious. Willow and I have this theory and I want-"
"Do not talk to Willow about this," he groaned and she gave him a look. "Okay, don't tell me you talked to Willow about this."
"Fair enough. Now, guess my size," she said and he sighed as he looked back at the rack. He knew her breasts as well as he knew his own body so he thought about what they felt like in his hands and he could guess a cup size. But what the hell did the numbers mean? Yeah they were sizes, he got that, but what the fuck? 32, 38? Buffy was pretty small though. He shrugged and pulled one off the rack.
"Do NOT freak out if this is wrong," he begged and she held her hand out. He handed it over and she glanced at the tag.
"Wow. 34B. Very impressive Angel," she commended him. "I'll have to tell Willow that we were wrong."
"So…I got it right?" he asked and she smiled at him.
"Yes. You got it right. Now once you pick me some panties and I try this on we're good to go," she told him and he looked at her in confusion.
"I thought you said that was your size," he said and Buffy shrugged.
"Still doesn't mean it'll fit. It's a girl thing," she assured him and he shook his head. They seriously needed a new sizing system for bras. "So. Panties," she directed and he led her to a table covered in all different types of panties. She was a little overwhelmed but he immediately snatched up a red lace pair.
"These. Please get these," he said and she could hear the desire in his voice as he held them. She nodded and he swallowed thickly. Knowing she would be wearing that bra and those panties was so hot. They hadn't planned this, but they were definitely going to do it again.
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"Do you like this shirt?" Buffy asked holding up a red tank top covered in glitter. Angel was about to reply that yes he fucking loved it, but then Anya's words about how glitter could be painful rang in his head and he rethought his decision.
"This?" he asked gesturing to a dark blue short sleeved shirt that was cinched between the breasts.
"That's really nice," she exclaimed in surprise. Who knew Angel had such good taste? "And still this skirt?" she checked holding up the skirt in her hands. She'd actually picked it out because Angel had been like a deer caught in headlights when they entered the huge store and he'd had no idea where to start. Buffy actually needed a skirt and Angel had hardly put up a fight.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "Yeah still the skirt."
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"Please Angel? Just try it!" she begged shoving the red button down shirt into his chest. "It'll look sooo good on you," she urged but Angel shook his head. "Well it's either the red or the yellow," she finally said gesturing to the bright yellow shirt next to them. Glaring at her Angel grabbed the red shirt from her hands. "Good choice," she grinned before turning to look for pants for him. He'd told her his size and she looked quickly knowing it had to be uncomfortable to still be in those wet jeans.
Her eyes fell on a pair of pants across the room. He would never go for those. Oh god, but he would look so good in them. What she would give to see him in those just once. Or maybe every day would be good. This was her chance. She rushed over and grabbed his size.
"These," she demanded and Angel shook his head.
"I'm not wearing leather pants," he told her but when she licked her lips he saw that she wasn't teasing him anymore. Fuck, was this turning her on too?
"Try them on," she ordered and he couldn't deny her anything when she looked at him with those wide and now lust filled eyes. She shoved him towards the dressing room, her breathing more ragged than it had been a few minutes ago. "And show them to me!"
Once inside the dressing room Angel peeled his wet shirt off and put on the red shirt Buffy had insisted he try on. He'd been against it, but compared to the leather pants the red shirt didn't seem so bad. He buttoned it up and mentally shrugged as he looked at himself in the mirror. He could deal with that. But then his eyes fell on the leather pants. Was she serious? She had certainly sounded serious. And turned on. Did the thought of him in those really get her hot?
At this point anything would be better than his wet jeans so he quickly pulled them off and grabbed the new underwear she'd gotten him. Her choice had surprised him slightly, but he could go with it. If that was what she liked he wasn't that attached to his boxers. He pulled them on and without thinking about it he grabbed the leather pants and stepped into them. He zipped them up and with a quick glance in the mirror he sighed as he realized they fit. Perfectly. She was definitely going to make him buy these. With a sigh he turned the handle on the dressing room door and when he stepped out he spotted her immediately.
She'd been waiting, and her eyes traveled up and down his body hungrily. God, those leather pants were to die for. He looked so fuckable standing there. All man and all hers. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and she didn't say a word. Instead she walked over to him, shoving him backwards until he was back inside the dressing room. The door slammed shut behind them as she pulled his lips down to hers. She knew they couldn't go all the way in here, but a little kissing wouldn't hurt.
His eyes widened as his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. Her tongue demanded entrance to his mouth and she moaned wildly against him. Here she was going crazy in his arms and… fuck, was it the pants doing this to her? Because he'd buy a dozen pair if that was the case. She pressed her soft body against his and he felt his dick jump to life. He'd been half hard all day since their picnic and it wouldn't take long to get him worked up. His hands gripped her ass and she quickly leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He bit her bottom lip hard as he slammed her into the dressing room wall. Oh god, this was so fucking hot.
"Angel," she whimpered in a voice so desperate with desire he couldn't hold back. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders even through his shirt and Angel let out a harsh groan. "Don't they have cameras in here?" she asked but Buffy Angel shook his head before crushing his lips to hers.
"I don't care," he murmured, and when her teeth scraped against his tongue any remaining ounce of control he had evaporated. Fuck the cameras. Anyone watching would understand. His girlfriend was fucking incredible.
With a growl he pushed her skirt up to her waist and slipped one finger under her panties. Teasing her clit he could feel how wet she was already and he groaned before removing his hand.
"Damn Baby, you're soaked," he rasped out bringing his finger to his mouth to taste her. Closing his eyes in pleasure he was surprised when she reached between them and hastily unbuttoned his pants.
"I need you inside me," she begged as she shoved his pants and brand new boxer briefs down just below his ass.
"This is gonna be so quick," he warned and as her fingers closed around him and stroked him twice he groaned.
"I don't care," she whispered. "Just fuck me," she breathed and with that he pushed her panties aside and thrust hard into her. He buried his face in her neck to stifle his moan and pumped his hips hard and fast. Goddamn, she felt so fucking good. His hands clutched onto her upper thighs, her ass, anything he could grab, pulling her onto him with every stroke. His fingertips came in contact with lace and he sighed internally. He knew she'd look so fucking edible in that underwear and instead of taking his time with her back at her house he was screwing her against a wall. The part that grated on him the most was he couldn't see her in that underwear. And that was a damn shame.
"This wasn't what I had in mind when I picked out that underwear, Baby," he grunted as her legs tightened around him.
"You can look later," she gasped and he wasn't sure he'd ever felt her this out of control. "Just make me come, Angel. Please," she begged and suddenly it all clicked. Her wild desperation and reckless abandon. He'd only made her come once during their picnic. And she always needed to come at least twice. Once just wasn't enough. After one orgasm her body just got more aroused and she needed more. And he was going to give it to her right fucking now.
"You're so damn hot, Baby, you know that?" he husked out, his impatience to feel her come apart in his arms taking over. "So fucking sexy it should be a sin," he whispered, kissing her hard on the mouth. "And you need this right now, don't you?" he asked, angling her hips so he could go deeper. "You need me to just fuck you senseless, huh? Feel my cock slamming hard inside you…" he trailed off feeling himself beginning to unravel from his own words. He'd never spoken to her like this before, but fuck if it wasn't turning them both on. "You want that?" he breathed harshly suddenly needing to hear her say it. Her body was answering with a screaming 'yes,' but he needed her to tell him it was okay.
"Yes," she answered with a low moan. God, did he know what he was doing to her with his words? Where the hell did that dirty mouth on him come from? She hadn't been sure he'd had it in him, but oh god did he ever. She could feel her whole body tightening and whimpered as her head fell back against the wall. He felt so good between her thighs. So big and hard, stretching her and filling her. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip to stop the screams.
"Come on Baby," he urged but his voice was darker than she'd ever heard it. "Come all around me," he whispered and he felt her body shatter under his hands so he captured her lips in his to silence her scream. When she bit down hard on is lip he couldn't hold back anymore himself and he came deep inside her, his fingers clutching onto her tightly as he thrust one final time into her body. "Fuck," he groaned harshly as he leaned into the wall for support.
"Mmmm, Angel," she purred, running her hands through his hair as his lips were pressed against her neck. Slowly she untangled her legs and he let her down, sinking to his knees as he did so. "What are you doing?" she asked but he merely smirked up at her and pushed her skirt back up around her waist.
"I'm not done, Baby," he whispered, tempted to rip those panties to shreds but he knew he'd regret it later. Instead he pushed them down to her ankles and she instinctively stepped out of them. "I want you to come against my mouth," he told her. He would make her come again. He wasn't going to leave her only partially satisfied, or only satisfied for the time being.
When his lips closed around her swollen clit she cried out. She was sensitive from her recent orgasm, but when his tongue dipped inside her she felt like her world was spinning. Her eyelids were fluttering shut and her arms reached out, desperately looking for something to hold her up, but finding nothing. She clawed at the wall, her knees losing all their strength, but Angel's strong hands came up to her hips to hold her steady.
"Yes," she whimpered feeling her toes curl in her sandals. How did he get so damn good at this? "God Angel," she moaned breathily and his hands pulled her down harder onto his mouth.
He would never get tired of tasting her. She tasted like heaven-a really hot, sexy, and deliriously pleasurable heaven. His eyes briefly glanced up and he saw her skin was flushed and her nipples straining against her shirt. God, she really was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Casually he lifted one of her legs and flung it over his shoulder, burying his face deeper against her. Every one of his senses was assaulted by her and he groaned. He could do this all damn day. Knowing if he took this too far they'd be starting all over again, he got to work. He slipped two long fingers inside of her, curling them slightly as his tongue circled her tight bundle of nerves.
"Oh shit Angel. Please!" she whispered feeling her body hovering near the edge of what she knew would be a shattering climax. Stroking inside of her, he could feel her wetness rush over his hand and he bit down hard on her clit. She came hard, crying out and shuddering against his hands and mouth. He never stopped the movement of his fingers and his tongue continued to apply pressure to her clit making the orgasm that much sweeter.
When he felt her body calm down he gently removed his fingers. Unable to help himself, he licked them clean, trying to ignore the answering pull in his groin. Reaching forward he carefully slid her panties back up her legs and straightened her skirt out for her as he stood up.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered leaning forward to kiss her. His tongue lazily sought hers and she ran her fingers through his now dry hair.
"You're incredibly talented," she teased and he smirked cockily as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you're buying those pants."
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With Buffy snuggled to his chest as they watched the sunset at Kingman's Bluff, Angel thought about the rest of the night. The mall had been unplanned, but definitely his favorite shopping trip in the history of time. He wrapped his arms tighter around her middle and rested his head on her shoulder as he turned to look at her.
"Have you given any thought towards what we're going to do tomorrow?" he wondered curiously and the smile that appeared on her face told him that he was in trouble.
"Of course," she answered quickly. "I don't want to give too much away as I know you're big into the whole surprise thing," she smirked now that she was finally able to turn the tables on him and withhold information herself. "But I do want you to draw me," she said honestly and he nodded. He could do that. Hell, he had done that about a hundred times. He'd drawn her about every which way there was. "You can draw me naked," she giggled and Angel let out a groan knowing she was only half joking.
Could he draw her naked? Sure, he could. But could he draw her naked and trust himself not to throw the sketchpad aside and bury himself in her warm body? No. No he could not.
"And you're the artist so you can set me up any way you want me," she told him and he felt himself reacting to her words. "Anything from fluffy pillows to handcuffs and chains…" she trailed off as she felt his arousal pressing against her back.
"Buffy," he groaned and she giggled knowing exactly what was going through his mind. "I don't think you've totally thought that through."
"Of course I have," she assured him before turning slightly to look up at his face. "That's why I'm looking forward to it," she winked and she saw him swallow tightly at her words. She innocently turned back to watch the sunset but his mind was somewhere else entirely.
He'd conjured up images of her posed seductively on her bed, that golden hair splayed all over the pillows with her thighs parted just slightly. And maybe her hands playing with her breasts. Oh yeah, that would be hot. He also loved her in the shower with the water running down her body and those tiny fingers following. No, he decided. She needed to be in one of his shirts. Unbuttoned so her breasts were fully visible as she sat on the counter, legs open as if waiting for him to come by and fuck her into next Tuesday.
"If you want me to finish drawing you I think you should wear something," he whispered and she smiled as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
He nearly groaned out loud at the mental image, but like a film reel his imagination wasn't done. Now his mind had her chained to his bed, a dark blindfold covering her eyes as her chest heaved. He'd kiss her hard, bite down on her lips until he drew blood and then make his way down to her neck. He'd suck the skin until he'd marked her as his before sinking his teeth into her breasts. He could practically hear her moaning and screaming his name as he shoved her legs apart and drove into her at a punishing speed. Oh fuck yes. She was all his and completely at his mercy to-
Jesus Christ! He snapped himself out of the fantasy and literally shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was a sick and depraved man for those thoughts to turn him on so much. But as he thought about their time together he found himself wondering if she would be interested in trying out one of those fantasies. She'd casually mentioned a few things here and there… No. It wasn't like their sex life needed spicing up. Unless she said she wasn't happy, he'd keep things in the bedroom the way they were.
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Their date had been wonderful. After the sun had set he'd taken her to a romantic dinner and a movie. Now they sat at the bar at Willie's just as they had the night they'd met.
"What really made you come up to me that night in the Bronze?" Buffy finally asked and Angel chuckled as he shook his head. He'd known she would ask one day, but he didn't have an answer.
"You're a beautiful girl, Buffy. I doubt men coming up to you is a rare occurrence," he deflected but she shook her head as she turned in her seat to face him.
"No way. That's not an answer," she smiled as he glanced over at her. "Wes said you never go up to girls. So why me?"
"I have no idea," he told her honestly. "You were gorgeous, sure, but there was something else," he shrugged truly not knowing what had possessed him to go up to her that night. He just hadn't been able to resist. "I remember you were pushing your friend, now I know it was Willow, to go backstage and when she did you dropped your act. You looked so sad," he said softly as he remembered how heartbroken she had looked. "I-I don't know. I just had to talk to you," he finished lamely but Buffy gave him a gentle smile.
"I'm really glad you did," she said and he nodded slightly.
"You mentioned your fiancé and I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach," he added and Buffy winced at the memory. "We were sitting right here and when you told me you'd broke off your engagement I felt like the most selfish bastard on the planet because I was fucking ecstatic," he admitted and she reached over to grab his hand. Her threaded his fingers through hers and looked into her eyes. "I felt something for you from the moment I saw you."
"So did I," she told him. "I didn't want to admit it to myself though," she sighed. "That next morning when Darla called you I was so jealous," she confessed and a wide grin spread across Angel's face.
"You had nothing to be worried about," he assured her as he shook his head. "After you kissed me I wasn't thinking of anything besides you."
"What do you mean?" she asked and he silently cursed himself for letting it slip his mind that she had no idea she'd kissed him that night. Was she going to be mad?
"Uh, that night when we got to your house," he began but he took a sip of his drink to both stall and give him a little more courage. "You uh, you kissed me," he finished lamely and Buffy scoffed and smacked his arm lightly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she nearly squeaked feeling embarrassed for herself even though everything had worked out. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed and Angel saw her blush furiously and he chuckled lightly as she turned and buried her face in her hands.
"When would you have suggested I do that? When Darla called or later when we woke up tangled up in each other on your couch?" he asked and she let out a quiet whimper of embarrassment. Having too much fun with her he continued. "Should I have also told me that you said I was a fantastic kisser?"
"I did not!" she gasped but by the smug grin on his face she knew he wasn't lying. "Oh my god!" she said again before she quickly downed what was left of her drink. "You should have told me sooner," she insisted unsure how that would have made this less embarrassing but sure it would have.
"You're right. Maybe when your mom had us kiss under the mistletoe I should have said, 'Don't worry, Buff. We've already played tonsil hockey so no worries," he teased and she gaped at him.
"I used tongue?" she exclaimed and she looked so adorable he had to lean forward and kiss her. She whimpered against his mouth and he only deepened the kiss until she relaxed into him. He pulled back and that smirk that both infuriated her and turned her on spread across his face.
"If it makes you feel any better, it was a hell of a kiss."