Sorry this is later than intended but I just broke up with my boyfriend and
wasn't feeling in the mood for writing happy fluffy romance stuff. But hey,
Good news for those who wanted this story to last, Chapter 15 is here and I
haven't finished yet! Whenever I think to myself hmm, another chapter
should do it, I think of something else to put in. I know how it ends
though so don't worry, I will get there eventually! Thank you all very much
for the reviews, Hope you all keep liking it.
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"May the covert operation begin," Hissed a voice too close to her ear for comfort. Buffy moaned in displeasure and squirmed in an effort to get more comfortable. It wasn't easy; her corset was still jamming its wires into her ribs and sides. She was about to tell Angel to be quiet about operations as they made her feel queasy and to ask him if he would mind her taking the whole wretched thing off in exchange for a shirt of his when another voice spoke.
"Do ya think maybe we should just leave them to sleep? Its barely nine, nobody else is even gonna be conscious for hours and they look all cute."
"But we need to plan luv!" The other voice responded.
Buffy lay motionless and blinked sleepily behind a curtain of hair for a moment until the penny dropped, Okay, so Angel hadn't gone schizo and started chatting to himself, it was just Faith and Spike lurking in his bedroom having annoyingly stage whispered conversations. Duh, what was the point of whispering if they were on a wake up mission?
Had they knocked? Buffy suspected they hadn't. What if she and Angel hadn't just more or less innocently smooched and snuggled before sleeping huh? Wouldn't they have been sorry if they'd walked in on some wild monkey sex? Buffy smirked to herself against Angel's chest, she couldn't quite visualize the wild monkey sex somehow; smooth sensuous lovemaking would be the name of the game with the surprisingly innocent Angel who was still sound asleep to judge by his snuffly little snores.
Buffy grinned, if someone had told her last week that a guy snoring would make her think 'Aawww' instead of 'Grrr' she would've laughed in that persons face.
Trying to ignore the overwhelming cuteness that was Angel snoozing she focused sleepily on the dastardly duo. What was it that they were up to?
"Shall I poke her?" Spike asked suddenly from so close by that she speedily squeezed her eyes shut again, not wanting to be caught awake.
"What? No! That's mean Spike, we can leave them for a little bit longer; they're obviously zonked after last night."
Spike sniggered and Buffy suddenly wanted to smack him. What right did he have to be prowling around in Angel's room, or sniggering about her supposed sex life with the aforesaid Angel? Then he spoke again and Buffy suddenly wanted something heavy to smack him with, "Nah, I think Buffy's too much of a prude to throw a leg over some guy she's just met. Even if it is my charming brother."
"But you said-"
"Yeah, yeah. I was just surprised to see them so cozy that's all but I'm sure they wouldn't have, I mean look, an unopened packet of condoms on his desk of all places does not make for a night of riotous loving. You know how odd Buff is about stuff like that anyway, the bloke might as sodding well hole up in a nunnery for all he's gonna get from her."
Okay, that was it! So maybe she wouldn't do stuff with strange blokes but that didn't make her odd or prudish, now did it? Spike was definitely for it now. First wanting to interrupt the prospect of morning snuggles and then calling her a prude. Hah.
Maybe she should just drop him right in it with his Mom? Nah, too mean, besides it wouldn't exactly benefit her either if things went as well as hoped with Angel.
Then she had her idea as she felt Angel stir, or a part of Angel at least.
A wicked, catlike smile whipped across her face unseen as she contemplated Spike's punishment. Faith would probably just find the whole thing hysterical and leave quickly but once you got past Spike's bad boy exterior he was actually kind of prudish himself in some ways. Seeing one of his supposedly innocent best friends crawling all over his brother should do it.
Buffy took a deep breath, did she dare? More importantly would Angel mind what she was planning?
Then like a gift from the gods Faith seemed to decide standing around squabbling over the sleeping duo wasn't her idea of fun and slid open the balcony door. Buffy heard her footsteps clomp onto stone as she stepped out of the bedroom. Tilting her head and squinting her eyes through her hair she saw that Spike had followed and was framed in the doorway. She silently urged him out of the room and grinned triumphantly as he joined Faith.
Buffy gave Angel a light shake and to her surprise he awakened without trouble, blinking at her in affectionate puzzlement. As he opened his mouth to speak she hastily laid a finger over his mouth, lingering on his oh so biteable lower lip. With a jerk of her head she indicated the open balcony doors. "Faith and Spike are prowling about." She breathed into his ear.
Angel shuffled slightly, still half-asleep, but excited by the warm puff of her breath on his ear and neck. Then he considered what she had conveyed, "What? Why?" he mumbled back.
"Plotting mainly. Spike's taking swipes at our love life - or lack thereof."
Angel's eyes widened and he was suddenly fully awake. Just because Spike was some kind of Don Juan didn't mean that everyone acted like that. He started to sit up but his beautiful girlfriend remained sprawled where she was on his chest and if he sat up he'd only tip her off. He stayed put. Obviously she wasn't done with this whispered conversation.
"I'm a prude." Buffy informed him with her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Uh huh?"
"He thinks there is no way I'd swing a leg over some guy I'd just met."
Angel raised an eyebrow and tried not to blush, "Well no, I don't think you would but it doesn't make you a prude."
Buffy grinned at him and took a surreptitious glance at the balcony, "Thank you Angel, its nice to find someone who agrees with me. But I'd still like to make Spike eat his words."
"Excuse me?" She couldn't mean what he thought, could she?
Buffy grinned, "I say we look very cozy when he and Faith re-appear, so much so that it's clear we don't want to be interrupted by them, maybe then I'll be able to get a nice lie in with you without any pestering. I mean think how wigged out he was last night when he thought we were about to get down and dirty in front of him, he couldn't escape quick enough, think how he shrieked like a girl too when you took off your shirt and got into the bed."
Angel nodded slowly, "I gotta say I think it's weird though, can't we just pretend to be asleep?"
"Been there, done that, need to remove the corset. Spike was talking about poking us a minute ago. I think he'll be back to keep his word soon if we don't do something to dissuade him."
Angel's mouth watered, he'd already had a very pleasing view of the corset itself, tightly encasing her body; the idea of seeing it off, and what it had covered appealed even more. But not if it was only for show, if Buffy was stripping off in his presence he wanted it to be because she wanted him, not because his brother had called her a prude.
He gazed solemnly into her eyes, "I don't want you to take it off if you're not comfortable with it Buffy."
"Not comfortable? That's why I need to take it off." She wisecracked.
"You know what I mean."
Buffy nodded, yep, the perfect guy was right there between her thighs! Though he seemed to be increasingly determined not to be there. Little did he know that if she hadn't been so completely wretchedly tired the previous night she might well have behaved very un-prudishly!
Thankful for the muscles and agility she had developed in the course of her martial arts career she propped herself up slightly and rapidly undid most of the hooks, leaving just enough in place to hold the fabric together, then she went to work on the stockings, peeling them off, wadding them up and stuffing them between the bedside table and the bed. As she quietly shuffled around with her eyes riveted to the balcony door, watching for movement Angel lay back and tried to tell himself a topless Buffy was not something to get too excited about. Not under the circumstances anyway.
Slightly annoyed by his total passivity Buffy whisked off the corset with a sigh of relief and tucked that discretely down the side of the bed too, but was careful to wriggle her bottom into his side and then drop the tiny scrap of her panties on the bed before tucking them away too.
Angel's eyed bugged, he'd forgotten that her underwear was all interlinked and co-dependant. Okay, so he had naked Buffy in his bed.
Naked Buffy draped over him. Gulp. It would all be fine and dandy if he could relax and enjoy it but she was doing it to score points off stupid Spike.
Buffy was enjoying herself, she'd never felt so comfortable with anyone, so much so that she'd almost forgotten Faith and Spike were only a dozen yards away. She snuggled into Angel and heard him swallow hard; and he wasn't quite as cool as he was making out and he wasn't even naked.
Though with luck that could be remedied.
Later.
After Spike and Faith were disposed of.
"Ready?" she breathed in Angel's closest ear.
He tried not to shudder pleasurably, he was in enough trouble as it was; he just didn't need to go forgetting this wasn't real. He stifled a moan as she moved against him, her bare skin sliding luxuriously against his exposed chest. She smiled innocently, he gritted his teeth, and bared them in a pained grin. "Ready." He agreed against his better judgement.
Buffy smiled seductively and reached up to press a brief hungry kiss to his mouth, as she shimmied her body against his again making the bed creak slightly, "Shall we?"
First she'd teach Spike not to prowl.
Then she'd learn a few things with Angel.
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"May the covert operation begin," Hissed a voice too close to her ear for comfort. Buffy moaned in displeasure and squirmed in an effort to get more comfortable. It wasn't easy; her corset was still jamming its wires into her ribs and sides. She was about to tell Angel to be quiet about operations as they made her feel queasy and to ask him if he would mind her taking the whole wretched thing off in exchange for a shirt of his when another voice spoke.
"Do ya think maybe we should just leave them to sleep? Its barely nine, nobody else is even gonna be conscious for hours and they look all cute."
"But we need to plan luv!" The other voice responded.
Buffy lay motionless and blinked sleepily behind a curtain of hair for a moment until the penny dropped, Okay, so Angel hadn't gone schizo and started chatting to himself, it was just Faith and Spike lurking in his bedroom having annoyingly stage whispered conversations. Duh, what was the point of whispering if they were on a wake up mission?
Had they knocked? Buffy suspected they hadn't. What if she and Angel hadn't just more or less innocently smooched and snuggled before sleeping huh? Wouldn't they have been sorry if they'd walked in on some wild monkey sex? Buffy smirked to herself against Angel's chest, she couldn't quite visualize the wild monkey sex somehow; smooth sensuous lovemaking would be the name of the game with the surprisingly innocent Angel who was still sound asleep to judge by his snuffly little snores.
Buffy grinned, if someone had told her last week that a guy snoring would make her think 'Aawww' instead of 'Grrr' she would've laughed in that persons face.
Trying to ignore the overwhelming cuteness that was Angel snoozing she focused sleepily on the dastardly duo. What was it that they were up to?
"Shall I poke her?" Spike asked suddenly from so close by that she speedily squeezed her eyes shut again, not wanting to be caught awake.
"What? No! That's mean Spike, we can leave them for a little bit longer; they're obviously zonked after last night."
Spike sniggered and Buffy suddenly wanted to smack him. What right did he have to be prowling around in Angel's room, or sniggering about her supposed sex life with the aforesaid Angel? Then he spoke again and Buffy suddenly wanted something heavy to smack him with, "Nah, I think Buffy's too much of a prude to throw a leg over some guy she's just met. Even if it is my charming brother."
"But you said-"
"Yeah, yeah. I was just surprised to see them so cozy that's all but I'm sure they wouldn't have, I mean look, an unopened packet of condoms on his desk of all places does not make for a night of riotous loving. You know how odd Buff is about stuff like that anyway, the bloke might as sodding well hole up in a nunnery for all he's gonna get from her."
Okay, that was it! So maybe she wouldn't do stuff with strange blokes but that didn't make her odd or prudish, now did it? Spike was definitely for it now. First wanting to interrupt the prospect of morning snuggles and then calling her a prude. Hah.
Maybe she should just drop him right in it with his Mom? Nah, too mean, besides it wouldn't exactly benefit her either if things went as well as hoped with Angel.
Then she had her idea as she felt Angel stir, or a part of Angel at least.
A wicked, catlike smile whipped across her face unseen as she contemplated Spike's punishment. Faith would probably just find the whole thing hysterical and leave quickly but once you got past Spike's bad boy exterior he was actually kind of prudish himself in some ways. Seeing one of his supposedly innocent best friends crawling all over his brother should do it.
Buffy took a deep breath, did she dare? More importantly would Angel mind what she was planning?
Then like a gift from the gods Faith seemed to decide standing around squabbling over the sleeping duo wasn't her idea of fun and slid open the balcony door. Buffy heard her footsteps clomp onto stone as she stepped out of the bedroom. Tilting her head and squinting her eyes through her hair she saw that Spike had followed and was framed in the doorway. She silently urged him out of the room and grinned triumphantly as he joined Faith.
Buffy gave Angel a light shake and to her surprise he awakened without trouble, blinking at her in affectionate puzzlement. As he opened his mouth to speak she hastily laid a finger over his mouth, lingering on his oh so biteable lower lip. With a jerk of her head she indicated the open balcony doors. "Faith and Spike are prowling about." She breathed into his ear.
Angel shuffled slightly, still half-asleep, but excited by the warm puff of her breath on his ear and neck. Then he considered what she had conveyed, "What? Why?" he mumbled back.
"Plotting mainly. Spike's taking swipes at our love life - or lack thereof."
Angel's eyes widened and he was suddenly fully awake. Just because Spike was some kind of Don Juan didn't mean that everyone acted like that. He started to sit up but his beautiful girlfriend remained sprawled where she was on his chest and if he sat up he'd only tip her off. He stayed put. Obviously she wasn't done with this whispered conversation.
"I'm a prude." Buffy informed him with her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Uh huh?"
"He thinks there is no way I'd swing a leg over some guy I'd just met."
Angel raised an eyebrow and tried not to blush, "Well no, I don't think you would but it doesn't make you a prude."
Buffy grinned at him and took a surreptitious glance at the balcony, "Thank you Angel, its nice to find someone who agrees with me. But I'd still like to make Spike eat his words."
"Excuse me?" She couldn't mean what he thought, could she?
Buffy grinned, "I say we look very cozy when he and Faith re-appear, so much so that it's clear we don't want to be interrupted by them, maybe then I'll be able to get a nice lie in with you without any pestering. I mean think how wigged out he was last night when he thought we were about to get down and dirty in front of him, he couldn't escape quick enough, think how he shrieked like a girl too when you took off your shirt and got into the bed."
Angel nodded slowly, "I gotta say I think it's weird though, can't we just pretend to be asleep?"
"Been there, done that, need to remove the corset. Spike was talking about poking us a minute ago. I think he'll be back to keep his word soon if we don't do something to dissuade him."
Angel's mouth watered, he'd already had a very pleasing view of the corset itself, tightly encasing her body; the idea of seeing it off, and what it had covered appealed even more. But not if it was only for show, if Buffy was stripping off in his presence he wanted it to be because she wanted him, not because his brother had called her a prude.
He gazed solemnly into her eyes, "I don't want you to take it off if you're not comfortable with it Buffy."
"Not comfortable? That's why I need to take it off." She wisecracked.
"You know what I mean."
Buffy nodded, yep, the perfect guy was right there between her thighs! Though he seemed to be increasingly determined not to be there. Little did he know that if she hadn't been so completely wretchedly tired the previous night she might well have behaved very un-prudishly!
Thankful for the muscles and agility she had developed in the course of her martial arts career she propped herself up slightly and rapidly undid most of the hooks, leaving just enough in place to hold the fabric together, then she went to work on the stockings, peeling them off, wadding them up and stuffing them between the bedside table and the bed. As she quietly shuffled around with her eyes riveted to the balcony door, watching for movement Angel lay back and tried to tell himself a topless Buffy was not something to get too excited about. Not under the circumstances anyway.
Slightly annoyed by his total passivity Buffy whisked off the corset with a sigh of relief and tucked that discretely down the side of the bed too, but was careful to wriggle her bottom into his side and then drop the tiny scrap of her panties on the bed before tucking them away too.
Angel's eyed bugged, he'd forgotten that her underwear was all interlinked and co-dependant. Okay, so he had naked Buffy in his bed.
Naked Buffy draped over him. Gulp. It would all be fine and dandy if he could relax and enjoy it but she was doing it to score points off stupid Spike.
Buffy was enjoying herself, she'd never felt so comfortable with anyone, so much so that she'd almost forgotten Faith and Spike were only a dozen yards away. She snuggled into Angel and heard him swallow hard; and he wasn't quite as cool as he was making out and he wasn't even naked.
Though with luck that could be remedied.
Later.
After Spike and Faith were disposed of.
"Ready?" she breathed in Angel's closest ear.
He tried not to shudder pleasurably, he was in enough trouble as it was; he just didn't need to go forgetting this wasn't real. He stifled a moan as she moved against him, her bare skin sliding luxuriously against his exposed chest. She smiled innocently, he gritted his teeth, and bared them in a pained grin. "Ready." He agreed against his better judgement.
Buffy smiled seductively and reached up to press a brief hungry kiss to his mouth, as she shimmied her body against his again making the bed creak slightly, "Shall we?"
First she'd teach Spike not to prowl.
Then she'd learn a few things with Angel.
