Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Feedback: Please, dear God, please! E-Mail: In the link below. Author’s Notes: Okay, so I’m thinking the series is winding down. Lost interest in these characters, I want to start writing for my favorite show, which would be far different from this series, but I thought I’d owe it to folks out there to atleast finish the series. This is not the last installement, so for those who love this series, it isn’t over yet, and thanks for being along for the ride J
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The Stand-Off
He paced around like a cat in a cage. What the fuck do I do now? He hadn’t thought the whole thing through. Had he wanted to change the slayer? If that was a yes, he hadn’t done that. Did he want to screw her? Hell yeah. But he hadn’t done that either. What the fuck was the point? Oh right, to take something of Angelus’ for a change. Only now said vampire was in there with her.
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Angelus stared across the floor at Buffy. He knew what was wrong with his little Slayer. Her monthly visitor had decided to show at the most inopportune moment. Well, for her anyhow. He couldn’t have been more pleased. But how was he to enter her in this new form of lovemaking? Lovemaking? What the hell? They fucked. That was it. Ok, how was he going to enter her into something that in the vampire world was incredibly erotic? Well, who cares? He was hungry and the smell of her blood was bringing out his more primal side.
Buffy watched her lover intently. Here she was in this incredibly horrible situation, and now the situation was made worse by the oncoming of her period. How gross and embarrassing. She clung tightly to that coat that enveloped her. What was on his mind? He’s looking at me like the way I look at Cookie Dough Ice cream. He couldn’t want…no, of course not. That’s absurd. She had never heard of anyone wanting to do what she thought he wanted to do. But then again, how many other people were dating a vampire?
He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Slowly he maneuvered at crawled to the other side of the room where Buffy rested. He was sure she got a kick out of seeing him on his knees stalking toward her. He could see her tense; tighten the coat around her. Did she really think she could keep herself from me? Silly child.
Once he reached her firmly clenched legs he slowly parted them, his eyes never leaving hers. He spread her legs open to reveal the beautiful sight, barely holding in a growl of lust. Looking back in her eyes he whispered, “Shh Buff. It’s beautiful. Just think, you’ll be nourishing me. Feeding me in a way that will be so pleasurable you’re screams will tear through sands of time.”
Sighing inward, Buffy let her legs fall slack. Angelus dove straight into her. Cleaning the fresh blood that surrounded her pussy. There wasn’t much. It was still early. Just the beginning of her cycle. But enough that her taste was washing over him in waves. He cleaned the crevice, his tongue lapping up every inch of her, diving inside her hole for any residue blood he may have missed. Sinking in two, then three fingers for the blood that could not be reached with the tongue. He pulled his incredibly long fingers from inside her, licking them clean.
Buffy clenched her thighs to hold Angelus between her legs. As if she thought there was any place he would rather be. Her hands fell to his head, scratching his scalp as she felt more than heard the rumble that escaped him at her ministrations. Her mouth drew slack as inaudible words escaped her throat. Her first orgasm came in waves, crashing over her entire body, leaving her soaked in sweat. Angelus raised his head to smile at her. Buffy glanced down expecting to see a gruesome sight. However she did not. He certainly could not be called a messy eater. Although Buffy did notice that his face had morphed since he began his feast. Perhaps merely a side affect of tasting blood.
Angelus crawled between her thighs once more, intent on spending as long as he desired there. And at the moment, he desired to stay there forever. Wishing he could crawl up inside her body.
“Oh Spike. Daddy didn’t invite us to dinner,” Drusilla sulked.
Angelus bolted upright, standing tall as his grand-sire entered behind Dru. Spike glanced at Angelus, then Buffy, then back at Angelus once more, “Ah, mate, you have a little something on your..” he gestured to the corner of his mouth.
Angelus slowly brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning each digit thoroughly under the watchful eye of Spike.
Buffy, having just come down from her high, scurried to the corner to evade the watchful eyes of those around her.
“Well, mate,” Spike started, “I hope you enjoyed the meal, cause it was your last.”
