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Fic: Honesty is the Best Policy, Part 2/2 (NC-17)

 
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 6:33 pm    Post subject: Fic: Honesty is the Best Policy, Part 2/2 (NC-17) Reply with quote

Title: Honesty is the Best Policy
Characters: Buffy/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sex. Only read if you're allowed, please. Gets a fair bit kinkier here. (I hate to say what because I think that ruins the fun!)
Setting: AU, post- both series. Part of the <i>Bared Souls Universe</i>.
Summary: Buffy and Angel continue to explore their boundries.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing
Beta: The amazing Kairos. I can't thank you enough!

Part 1 is in an earlier thread.




“Ok Buffy. Let’s do this.”

Buffy smiled shyly. “I think I just forgot how to do it.”

Angel gave his patented almost-smile and put a firm hand on the back of her head. “Well, let’s start with what we know.” He pulled her forward.

When their lips met, it was soft, tentative. Pressing together, reacquainting themselves with each other. Angel was the first to take the initiative, snaking out his tongue and slowly tasting her mouth. Buffy eagerly met him with her own, enjoying their mingled flavors. After much gentle exploring, he pushed it up a notch, nipping at her lips, traveling down the side of her neck to lightly lick and suck.

Buffy gasped as he lathed one of her most sensitive areas. Before, he always seemed to avoid her neck. Now, he gave it special attention, moving from one side to the other, finally settling over her nearly invisible scar, sucking and biting with blunt teeth until she knew he would leave a mark.

He pushed back from her, appraising the bruise that was starting to show over the scar, gently running his thumb over the swelling. “You are mine, Buffy. You always have been.” A shiver went through her at his words. “And I’m going to take care of you.” His eyes never leaving hers, he reached down and shoved two fingers inside her. They went in easily, her folds soaked from the night’s earlier activities, but she was still shocked by his sudden entrance. “I’m going to show you how much we can enjoy each other.”

As quickly as they went in, he pulled his fingers out. With his other hand, he exerted gentle pressure on her shoulder, urging her to lie back on the bed. Once she was flat, he ran his two wet fingers around her breasts, wiping them off. His mouth followed, licking off the sticky fluid. He moaned as he licked her clean. “You don’t know how good you taste to me.”

Finding her voice, she said, “I’m beginning to get an idea.” He chuckled, continuing his attention to her breasts. He flicked his tongue around the outsides of her breasts, coming tantilizingly close to, but never quite touching, her aching nipples. Finally, when she thought she would go mad with anticipation, he clamped down on one nipple and bit hard. She cried out, arching her back and pressing her breast against his mouth. He pulled away, sitting up. His wry smirk was infuriating. Couldn' t he see that this was killing her?

"Eager, are we?" She answered him with a scowl. Undeterred, he continued, "There's a long way to go, Buffy. Better work on your patience." With that, he laid a flat palm over her neglected breast, soothing the ache, but not extinguishing it.

He swooped down to her again, nipping and licking all over her belly. Her muscles twitched with each touch.

Slowly, as though he had no destination in mind, he made his way down to nip and suck at her hip bones. Her center throbbed at his proximity, every nerve in her begging him to touch her where she needed it the most.

Just when she thought he would take pity on her and settle between her legs, he slipped a hand under her back, gently urging her to turn over. Oh God, already? Once she was lying on her stomach, Angel placed a gentle kiss on her ass cheek. Buffy jumped. No one had ever kissed her there before.

“You okay?” At his question, Buffy realized that she had tensed her entire body. Willing herself to relax, she nodded. “Do you want me to keep going?” Another short nod. “Talk to me, Buffy. I want to hear it from you.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows and turned to look back at him. There was Angel, lying between her legs, his mouth poised over an area she had never imagined it going. She had asked for this. She had to see it through. “Keep going, Angel.”

With a groan, he dipped down to lick and nip her behind. She twitched with each contact, finally closing her eyes and letting her head fall down to the pillow. His tongue travelled closer and closer to the center. She tried not to think about it, to just lose herself in the novel sensation.

Suddenly, Angel ran his tongue up the full length of her crack. When he ran over her hole, she felt a shot of pleasure so strong that she cried out. He focused on that spot, swirling and lathing with his tongue until she melted into a puddle of pleasure. The sensations shot straight to her clit, still crying out for stimulation. As if sensing her need, Angel reached under her, flicking and rubbing her clit while continuing his attention her backside.

It felt so good! She never imagined it would feel this good. She never understood before why anyone did this. Now, she couldn’t get enough of it.

As her pleasure swirled higher and higher, Angel moved his tongue faster and faster, until he – stopped. He pushed up from the bed and moved away from her. Where’s he going? What’s wrong? Buffy turned her head to watch him as he rummaged in his bedside table. He emerged with a bottle of lube. She hadn’t even known he kept lube at the bedside.

Returning to his spot behind her, he snapped open the lid and poured a generous amount of lube on her puckered entrance. The sudden cold caused her to shiver. Okay, that was the preshow. Now we’re on to the real deal. One finger quickly followed, massaging and swirling around her hole. He squeezed his other hand beneath her, mimicking those actions on her clit.

“Relax, Buffy, relax,” he whispered. She willed herself to follow his instructions, focusing all of her energy on relaxing the muscles beneath his finger. A sudden pressure, then, he was inside. It went in so easily. His finger, just lying inside her, felt strange, foreign. “Okay?”

Remembering to speak, she answered, “Yeah, keep going.” He pushed in further, slowly moving in and out, stopping every so often to swirl gently. His other hand continued its ministrations on her clit. Slowly, the sensations moved and shifted, from pressure, to fullness, to white hot pleasure. Her orgasm came out of left field, like slamming on the gas. She screamed, bucked, thrashed, all thought evaporating in mind-blowing ecstasy. Her muscles clamped down rhythmically around Angel’s finger, and she felt contractions in her womb in time with them.

After some moments, she came back to herself. She lay heavily on the bed, spent. Slowly, Angel withdrew his finger, and she twitched with a small aftershock. Angel crawled up the bed, lying face down on top of her, lending her his full weight. She loved when he lay on top of her like this, the heaviness of him. He lay soft kisses on her shoulder. “Did you like that?”

She groaned. “Do you really have to ask?” Sometimes, he was almost too much of a gentleman.

He smiled against her shoulder. “No, but it’s nice to hear.”

Buffy wondered how far they were going to go tonight. She wasn’t sure she could take much more. Then again, she wouldn’t turn down another orgasm like that one. Best to ask. “And the rest?”

He chuckled. “You are eager, aren’t you? There will be plenty of the time for the rest. We’re going to take this slow, Buffy. It’s not something to be rushed. And I’m going to make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

Angel was true to his word. Every night that week, they opened her up a little bit more, first one finger, then two, then three, each accompanied by an Earth-shattering orgasm. Buffy impatiently anticipated each of these sessions, blowing through patrolling as quickly as possible so they could get home and get on with their new, fun project.

Finally, the big night came, or at least she was pretty sure it was going to be the big night. The only thing left to do was…to actually do it. Unless there were toys. Her stomach clenched at the thought, both with fear and excitement.

The night started out like all the others. Angel gently and thoroughly brought her body to life, readying her for what was ahead. She happily submitted to his probing tongue, then fingers. The first two slipped in easily now, and the third wasn’t that much more difficult to take in. He swirled and massaged, all the while keeping up the attention on her clit. Lost in the sensations, Buffy was momentarily startled with he withdrew his hands. By now, she fully trusted Angel’s guidance, and she waited patiently to see what he would do next.

He hooked his hands under her hips and pulled her up onto all fours. A click, and then another cold surge of lube. She dared a glance backward. Angel was kneeling behind her, his hard cock jutting out before him. He poured some extra lube onto his hand and then rubbed it up and down his cock, all the while staring at her ass, briefly masturbating to the image. It gave her a tight feeling in her chest to see him enjoying looking at her so much. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He noticed her watching and flashed a reassuring smile. Then, he leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against her.

They had been here many times this week, poised at the beginning of something new. Every night had brought them closer to this eagerly awaited moment. And yet, reaching it, Buffy tensed.

Fully attuned to his lover, Angel paused. He petted her back softly, running his fingers through her golden hair. “Shh, relax. You can do this.” She breathed deeply, absorbing his comforting sounds, willing her body to let him in, to welcome him. Sensing the shift in her, Angel pushed forward. The head of his cock popped inside. They both gasped. Angel remained still, allowing her to adjust to his size, but his fingers dug painfully into her hips. She could tell that it was taking him a lot of willpower to keep from pounding her into the mattress. She was grateful for his control. This was completely different. This was Angel, and he was inside her. And he was big.

She relaxed her muscles, taking in the feeling of him, the delicious fullness he created inside her. When she was ready, she gently pushed back against him, urging him to move.

Angel took the hint. He eased deeper with an aching slowness, rocking back and forth, until he was buried to the hilt. There, he paused again. He draped his torso over her back, wrapping one arm tightly around her waist. “Oh, Buffy,” he hissed against her shoulder. “You feel so good, so tight.” Faster now, he moved in and out, quickly increasing his speed and depth. His strong thighs slapped against hers with every thrust. Buffy could sense his control slipping away, his movements becoming more erratic. As he neared his climax, he slipped his hand back down to the V of her thighs, flicking and teasing her clit. The sensations enveloped the lower half of her body, urging her to move. She eagerly pushed back to meet his thrusts. Angel clearly enjoyed her movement, grunting and snarling. The added noises gave her the last little push she needed, and she cried out, flying over the edge.

As her muscles clamped down on his cock, Angel’s movements faltered, and he cried out with her. His cum shot into her, cooling her fire. They collapsed on the bed.

Later, much later, Angel rolled off of her, pulling his limp cock out of her. She mourned the loss, but was quickly distracted by Angel’s strong arms rolling her over and pulling her flush against his side. They lay there for several moments, basking in the afterglow. Buffy was at a loss for words. She had never known she could feel this close to anyone, even Angel. He knew every part of her, now.

Angel turned his head towards her to plant tender kisses on her forehead. “So,” he said between kisses, “did I scare you away yet?” She turned her head up to intercept his lips.

“So that’s what this was about,” she smiled. “Well, you should have tried something with less overwhelming pleasure. You’ll never get rid of me now.” A few more kisses, and she asked, “You got any more adventures in store for us?”

He gazed down at her lovingly, a hint of darkness slipping into his eyes. “Just you wait and see.”[/b]
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:53 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Oh boy!

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He gazed down at her lovingly, a hint of darkness slipping into his eyes. “Just you wait and see.”


That hint of darkness. This is what draws Buffy to Angel and, as we've seen on the show, Buffy likes her men with a hint of evil about them.
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