Title: Only When You Dream
Author: Xanderschick AKA Sarah
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns the park; I'm just playing in the sandpit til my hands get dirty.
Rating: M rated action. Children avert your eyes!
Spoilers: BtVS seasons 1-3
Distribution: Take it; just make sure you let me know when you review (hint, hint!).
Plot: After Graduation Angel didn't leave. He's been visiting Buffy every night since then because he can't bear to be away from her. But now she's moved to college and his nightly visits aren't an option anymore, so after a visit to a local demon/warlock he's found a spell that allows him to enter and manipulate his girls dream to his every will. If only I could do that to David Boreanaz. All I can say is: WOW!
A/N: Yes, I got the whole dream walking idea from AtS S2 but I thought to myself, "Self, wouldn't this be much more fun if it was Buffy instead of the ex-vamp ho?" Answer: "Yup!" And I got the psych class dream idea from "Hush" (but hey, who hasn't had a sexy dream about 'getting your groove on' in class? Eh…not that I've ever had one of those!). Of course, I made it a whole lot better by omitting the loser farm boy (no offence to all you Iowa peeps out there) from the sexy proceedings.
A/N 2: This chapter is Buffys POV. I'm dedicating this chapter to mysticallove for her fabulous idea of the shirtless Angel with the leather pants…I think I just drooled on my laptop. There's some brief Riley bashing but there will be no Cordelia bashing coz there will be no Cordelia! Her non-fling with Angel has gained her way too much unnecessary publicity. Hate Cordelia! I still love Charisma though! She rocks!
A/N 3: This story is 100 Blondie Bear free so don't even ask. Ever. I mean it.
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Chapter Five - Lessons In Love"Mmm…" the sound escapes my lips as I awaken. I can't help but grin. I drank five coffees to avoid going to sleep last night but I'm so glad I did. That was something else. I can't believe he…! My body's tingling, stronger than yesterday morning. I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed in my life. I move a little and an urge burns between my legs. I lift my head up slightly and glance over to Willows bed. Empty. She must have stayed with Oz last night. Good. The urge starts to grow and I laugh to myself. I used to get this longing all the time before Angel and I first…before I was brave enough to make a real move on him. Well, there was only one solution then, which means there's only one solution now. I close my eyes and smile as I run my hands down my body and under the waistline of my sweats, visions of last nights dream fresh in my mind…
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"Images of the subconscious." Maggie Walsh strolls around the stage of the lecture hall as she addresses her students. "We all daydream. Our mind wanders away to places that seem that little bit more exciting or interesting than where we are just now."
"Damn right!" an unknown voice bellows from the back of the room and a surge of laughter emits from the class. "Yes, of course," the professor heaves a sigh and continues, "Daydreams most often tend to be fantasies and a recent series of studies tell us that for people aged 16-30 these fantasies are most frequently sexual." Damn right, I think to myself. Angel in leather pants. Angel in tight leather pants. Angel in tight leather pants that leave little to the imagination, gripping his ass as he walks…and he's not wearing a shirt! That tattoo is soooooo hot! And his chest! I just wanna lick him all over…
"Then why don't you?"
I snap out of my daydream (Maggie was so right) and look towards the voice. Oh. My. God. Angel in tight lea…you get the picture. I think my jaw just hit the floor.
"What are you doing here?" my eyes fly between him and all the other people in the classroom, a little embarrassed by the half naked man standing over me.
"They don't care." He smirks down at me as I realise that my classmates aren't paying attention to either of us. Suddenly I'm very aware of the shirtless Angel. In those pants. Did I mention, oh my god!
"What? How? Are they under a spell?" I stammer, still a little unsure of the situation.
"You're dreaming," he states simply, the smirk still playing across his lips. "And that means you can do whatever you want and they won't care."
"My dream of public Riverdance is finally realised" I giggle nervously as Angel slowly steps away from me and makes his way down to the front of the class, perching on the edge of the professors' desk. He looks up at me and gestures for me to come to him. I gaze around the class before getting up hesitantly. I continue to look around the room as I descend down the steps, reaching him after a moment. I smile at him shyly and he responds by reaching his hand up to hold the back of my neck, pulling me towards him and into a passionate kiss. I respond fervently, my hands grazing his bare chest, his fingers tangling in my hair. He reaches down to lift off my blouse and I break the kiss.
"We can't!" I catch my breath as I step back from him "Everyone's watching!"
"I don't care." He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up, practically throwing me on the desk so that I'm lying back. "And neither will you in a minute." With that, he undid the button and zipper on his pants, sliding them off and revealing himself to me and, apparently, the entire class. I shoot a look at the class and realise that they aren't looking. One guy's even playing around with a Gameboy. Walsh is still pacing about, discussing something about sleepwalking. I feel a smile creep across my lips. I sit up and reach over, grab him by the hand and yank him towards me. As our lips meet again all my concerns over our spectators vanish and I let myself go with the flow.
He hitches up my skirt (wasn't I wearing pants?) and I hold myself up a little so he can rip off my underwear. I can feel him pressing hard against the inside of my right thigh. I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him into me. His first thrust is forceful, and I sigh gratefully as the sensations begin to flow through me. He pauses for a second, stopping just to look at me. He touches my cheek gently with his left hand and I gaze into his eyes. His pupils are dilated. He kisses my lips roughly before lowering his head down to nibble on my neck. He thrusts again continuing at a steady pace and I lean my head back and close my eyes, the building tension within me already becoming too much. I grip the edge of the desk and lie back, using my legs to haul him down on top of me. I roll us over so that I'm on top, in control and I slow our movements, grinding into him, my sighs becoming moans as I feel myself falling over the edge. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him, burying himself inside me as far as possible. I let out a cry as my body convulses, intense pleasure surging through me. I hear him growl, a primitive sound roaring from within him and I'm taken over by the raw animalistic impulses that have been lying dormant in me for too long. I speed up my actions, rocking back and forth as fast as my hips will let me. As I peak for a second time I lose all sense of anything but me and the lover laying between my thighs.
Seconds, minutes, maybe hours later as I drift back into awareness, I can feel him, still settled inside me. We're sitting up, him on the edge of the desk and me straddling his waist. His arms are wrapped around me, his head's resting on my shoulder. He stares up at me.
"I have to go for a minute." He tells me quietly
"Ok" I respond, a little disappointed that he's leaving already.
He stands up, still holding me, and turns around, settling me on the desk. As he pulls out of me I suddenly feel so empty and I already hunger for him, longing to have him within me again. He moves away from me gradually, walking to the door of the hall. I watch his naked form - sooo sexy - retreat and he glances back at me briefly. "I won't be long." I smile at him and he smiles back before leaving me alone in the room. Wait a second…
I swiftly remember all the other students. They're all staring at me. I hop of the desk, brush myself down and fix my hair. My face flushes with embarrassment.
"Thank you, Miss Summers for that wonderful demonstration of the fantasies of people in the 16-30 age bracket. This concludes my theory that people of your age tend to dream about sex more than anything else." Walsh approaches me and lays a hand on my shoulder. "Well done!"
"May I use your example in a thesis I'm writing on this topic" The weirdo TA Riley, the one with the stupid voice and the floppy hair that you just wanna take a chainsaw to, approaches me and poses a question.
"You wanna write about me and Angel having sex on your bosses desk!" That's possibly the most invasive thing I've ever been asked.
"Yes. You seemed to really enjoy it. And by the way, he's a lot bigger than me. I'm sure you know what I mean." The farm boy stares at me. "Can I write it?" he looks at me eagerly. He looks so dumb that I feel kinda sorry for him(loser) and agree.
"Uh…sure. Does this mean I pass"
Walsh removes her hand from my shoulder. "I don't think so. Remember, this is a dream."
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He came back with flowers for me. He said something outside woke him up. He more than made up for his short absence though - we went to the beach. He looked so incredible with the water running down his skin. So I did what he asked. Who'd have thought Mr Broody would enjoy being licked all over…?
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Hey guys! Slight change of plans after my FANTASTIC weekend involving a spur of the moment party and a Johnny Depp look-alike. Oh yeah! I'll be dreaming about him for a while…! Anyways, didn't have time to finish Chapter 7 so Chapters 5 & 6 are up today, 7 is up on Friday and 8 and 9 are up on Sunday.
Thanks for reading! X