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Buffy sat blissfully curled up on the couch clutching her third almost untouched glass of champagne watching Angel's very nice rear view with a dreamy sort of pleasure as he stood in the doorway watching the rain lashing down. He was illuminated in the doorway by a flash of lightning and Buffy drew in her breath in admiration, he always looked great but silhouetted in the doorway like that in that tight black outfit he really was just the perfect, slightly dangerous yum. Then he turned back to face her and Buffy yanked her eyes away realizing that she was now staring someplace else other than his butt!
"I think we probably should have made a run for it while we could." He said with a wry smile sitting back down next to her and settling her against him, "We'll have to go in at some point and I don't think this is going to stop any time soon."
Buffy placed her champagne on the table in favour of snuggling her head into his shoulder while cradling one very nicely formed bicep between her hands. "What time is it?"
"Eleven thirty. If we're going in any time soon it will have to be now."
"We could hope after midnight weather is kinder."
"I guess."
"Even so the garden is probably going to be a bit soggy and muddy, my dress is going to get ruined anyway."
"I could carry you."
"With the amount of donuts I eat each week? Doubtful!"
Angel grinned and pulled her into his arms and stood up with her, "Feather light." He proclaimed teasingly, "I don't think you have so much as a donut a year."
Buffy grinned back as she happily nuzzled her face into his neck, "You're just showing off, with all this macho man-ness, I could still take you."
Angel raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Did I or did I not tell you I run a martial arts center?"
"You did, but I guess I didn't mention that when I go to the gym, as I frequently do, I spend most of my time kick-boxing."
Buffy grinned delightedly, "No kidding? Maybe you can come and work for me, I need another instructor as my own class is about to overflow." She wriggled in his arms, "Want a demo?" she teased.
Angel tightened his hold and smirked at her, "Uh uh, I got you and I'm not letting go. Especially not to be pummeled."
Buffy pouted, "Okay, I guess you do."
As Angel relaxed his hold she squirmed quickly from his arms and flattened him onto the couch with a delighted giggle. "Uh uh, I think I got you!"
Angel shrugged as best he could while lying across the large squashy couch with Buffy in a heavy, full-skirted ball dress sprawled across him. He gently tucked her hair out of her eyes and grinned at her, "Maybe I wanted to be got and maybe under you was where I wanted to be right now."
Buffy sat up slightly with a mildly shocked expression on her face and Angel could have immediately bitten his tongue out. He'd known her barely any time at all and he was making an insinuation like that? Okay so it hadn't quite been, 'Buffy, take all your clothes off, I long to ravish you' but it was still enough for her to know the direction his mind had zipped off in. Which would be the gutter.
Then she smiled back a touch saucily and his heart began to slam against his ribcage as she raked her fingernails down his chest, catching a nipple arousingly even through the silk of his shirt. "Why Angel," she purred, "I had no idea that you would enjoy me in the role of dominatrix!"
Angel's heart was still trying to jump clean out of his chest even as his hands crept up to clasp her hips and shuffle her further up his body so if he just stretched up he could kiss her-
Buffy was berating herself noiselessly, firstly, what had possessed her to pounce on Angel? Okay that was easy, his extreme hotness and maybe just a sip too much champagne. But to make that dominatrix comment - what was she thinking?! Uhrgh! The very idea of dominating anyone, even Angel made her hair stand on end. For every other man it was general disinterest but with Angel it was the fear factor. Because what if she did it wrong? She decided to ignore the idea, pretend she'd never said it and just enjoy kissing him. Only kissing mind, because despite having bad lusty ideas it didn't mean she had to act on them - right?
Angel ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair and sighed with pleasure as her lips and tongue just kept tangling with his. The only way to describe the whole feeling was paradise. Which made sense, as he was in their mini-paradise garden house.
He was stretched out on one of the most comfortable old sofa's in the world and he had the most perfect, gorgeous woman stretched full length on top of him kissing him as if she would never be able to stop. Yep, definitely Paradise. Despite her teasing and dominatrix comment from earlier she had made no effort to deepen the contact between them, which bizarrely he was more than happy about. Despite a part of him that was aching to do more than they were he felt relieved that his inexperience wouldn't be called upon to possibly ruin the magic of the moment. With the storm screaming and pounding around them they were totally shut off from everyone else and they were sharing the most perfect kisses that seemed to last forever. It was moments of time that he would want to re-live again and again in his mind and for real.
Buffy's head was swimming, she was limp in Angel's strong arms, and breathless with kissing a man she was rapidly realizing that she could never kiss enough. There was an unreality to the situation as if it was too perfect to be real and that he'd decide in the morning that he didn't actually want to leave New York; that he had a dozen Ms Perfect candidates lined up or something. Yet she trusted him, when he said he wanted only her she believed him, when he claimed to be planning to move from coast to coast she was half planning her dress for his housewarming party without considering otherwise. This guy was the one perfect one that she and her friends had giggled about in high school, the one that she had to grab and never let go. So what if a day or two wasn't considered long enough to love somebody, it was rubbish to be putting time limits on feelings.
She had been nearly knocked on her ass by their physical chemistry within a second of meeting him, within an hour she had been full of appreciation for the personality he had, within a day she had fallen in love with all the tiny things she couldn't begin to count or identify and she knew for sure that it would take her a lifetime to forget him.
Please let him feel the same way, was almost all she could think, as she lay pressed against his chest, cradled in his strong arms listening to his heartbeat. She had never felt so safe or loved.
Please let the feeling be real, She thought.
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Buffy sat blissfully curled up on the couch clutching her third almost untouched glass of champagne watching Angel's very nice rear view with a dreamy sort of pleasure as he stood in the doorway watching the rain lashing down. He was illuminated in the doorway by a flash of lightning and Buffy drew in her breath in admiration, he always looked great but silhouetted in the doorway like that in that tight black outfit he really was just the perfect, slightly dangerous yum. Then he turned back to face her and Buffy yanked her eyes away realizing that she was now staring someplace else other than his butt!
"I think we probably should have made a run for it while we could." He said with a wry smile sitting back down next to her and settling her against him, "We'll have to go in at some point and I don't think this is going to stop any time soon."
Buffy placed her champagne on the table in favour of snuggling her head into his shoulder while cradling one very nicely formed bicep between her hands. "What time is it?"
"Eleven thirty. If we're going in any time soon it will have to be now."
"We could hope after midnight weather is kinder."
"I guess."
"Even so the garden is probably going to be a bit soggy and muddy, my dress is going to get ruined anyway."
"I could carry you."
"With the amount of donuts I eat each week? Doubtful!"
Angel grinned and pulled her into his arms and stood up with her, "Feather light." He proclaimed teasingly, "I don't think you have so much as a donut a year."
Buffy grinned back as she happily nuzzled her face into his neck, "You're just showing off, with all this macho man-ness, I could still take you."
Angel raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
"Did I or did I not tell you I run a martial arts center?"
"You did, but I guess I didn't mention that when I go to the gym, as I frequently do, I spend most of my time kick-boxing."
Buffy grinned delightedly, "No kidding? Maybe you can come and work for me, I need another instructor as my own class is about to overflow." She wriggled in his arms, "Want a demo?" she teased.
Angel tightened his hold and smirked at her, "Uh uh, I got you and I'm not letting go. Especially not to be pummeled."
Buffy pouted, "Okay, I guess you do."
As Angel relaxed his hold she squirmed quickly from his arms and flattened him onto the couch with a delighted giggle. "Uh uh, I think I got you!"
Angel shrugged as best he could while lying across the large squashy couch with Buffy in a heavy, full-skirted ball dress sprawled across him. He gently tucked her hair out of her eyes and grinned at her, "Maybe I wanted to be got and maybe under you was where I wanted to be right now."
Buffy sat up slightly with a mildly shocked expression on her face and Angel could have immediately bitten his tongue out. He'd known her barely any time at all and he was making an insinuation like that? Okay so it hadn't quite been, 'Buffy, take all your clothes off, I long to ravish you' but it was still enough for her to know the direction his mind had zipped off in. Which would be the gutter.
Then she smiled back a touch saucily and his heart began to slam against his ribcage as she raked her fingernails down his chest, catching a nipple arousingly even through the silk of his shirt. "Why Angel," she purred, "I had no idea that you would enjoy me in the role of dominatrix!"
Angel's heart was still trying to jump clean out of his chest even as his hands crept up to clasp her hips and shuffle her further up his body so if he just stretched up he could kiss her-
Buffy was berating herself noiselessly, firstly, what had possessed her to pounce on Angel? Okay that was easy, his extreme hotness and maybe just a sip too much champagne. But to make that dominatrix comment - what was she thinking?! Uhrgh! The very idea of dominating anyone, even Angel made her hair stand on end. For every other man it was general disinterest but with Angel it was the fear factor. Because what if she did it wrong? She decided to ignore the idea, pretend she'd never said it and just enjoy kissing him. Only kissing mind, because despite having bad lusty ideas it didn't mean she had to act on them - right?
Angel ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair and sighed with pleasure as her lips and tongue just kept tangling with his. The only way to describe the whole feeling was paradise. Which made sense, as he was in their mini-paradise garden house.
He was stretched out on one of the most comfortable old sofa's in the world and he had the most perfect, gorgeous woman stretched full length on top of him kissing him as if she would never be able to stop. Yep, definitely Paradise. Despite her teasing and dominatrix comment from earlier she had made no effort to deepen the contact between them, which bizarrely he was more than happy about. Despite a part of him that was aching to do more than they were he felt relieved that his inexperience wouldn't be called upon to possibly ruin the magic of the moment. With the storm screaming and pounding around them they were totally shut off from everyone else and they were sharing the most perfect kisses that seemed to last forever. It was moments of time that he would want to re-live again and again in his mind and for real.
Buffy's head was swimming, she was limp in Angel's strong arms, and breathless with kissing a man she was rapidly realizing that she could never kiss enough. There was an unreality to the situation as if it was too perfect to be real and that he'd decide in the morning that he didn't actually want to leave New York; that he had a dozen Ms Perfect candidates lined up or something. Yet she trusted him, when he said he wanted only her she believed him, when he claimed to be planning to move from coast to coast she was half planning her dress for his housewarming party without considering otherwise. This guy was the one perfect one that she and her friends had giggled about in high school, the one that she had to grab and never let go. So what if a day or two wasn't considered long enough to love somebody, it was rubbish to be putting time limits on feelings.
She had been nearly knocked on her ass by their physical chemistry within a second of meeting him, within an hour she had been full of appreciation for the personality he had, within a day she had fallen in love with all the tiny things she couldn't begin to count or identify and she knew for sure that it would take her a lifetime to forget him.
Please let him feel the same way, was almost all she could think, as she lay pressed against his chest, cradled in his strong arms listening to his heartbeat. She had never felt so safe or loved.
Please let the feeling be real, She thought.
