IT GIVES WINGS
          Miss Edith

           
Disclaimers : The characters belong to Joss Whedon.
   
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Rating: NC-17.
          
Spoilers: BtVS season 2, episodes “Innocence” and “Surprise”.
           
Summary: Night of “Innocence”. Buffy/Angel.

       
       I don’t fear demons, with putrid and spongy fleshes that my stake cuts off like pieces of shark. I don’t fear what I hate. Vampires are just corpses in which my high kicks crash down easily. Until my feelings change and Angel appears. Oh I fear so much what I love…

         I wish I never saw him, I abhor being the slave of hopeless erotic dreams. I abhor or adore?… Anyway, I should not love him. Forbidden. So I’m free to surrender to passion.

         Forbidden, his cold lips brushing mine, wandering on them, then parting them with a delicate pressure. Forbidden, her tongue still warm with blood entwining mine and stopping my breathe. Forbidden, his black-silk covered arms holding me tight, and I feel so miserable, so weak… He could kill me with his teeth. Of course he could. For I’m already lying back and offering myself to sacrifice.

         A Slayer just for him, Angel, blessed vampire. He takes off his duster, then his shirt with dark reflections. Bends over my shoulder and gives it a kiss. In this instant, I thought I was dreaming. And that this dream, I know it’s stupid, would be forever. First he glided his fingers against my untouched breast, gently seized my nipples to stroke them, then made them bloom into his mouth. I was already arching, frightened by the pleasure’s approach. How to deal with it? Giles had taught me to keep control all the time. And I should have forgotten about all this in a single night?…

         He whispered sweet, flattering, lulling words, that should always be sung to young virgins before they fall asleep. I closed my eyes and felt his hand go down my throbbing belly, then pull on my pink and already wet panties. I thought that this delusion would vanish if I opened my eyes, for it could only be a delusion. But his lips were close to my ears, and even if he did not breath, I could feel the density of his arousal. Angel’s fingers touched the top of my clit like a flower, and I shuddered so brutally that my jaw quivered. With a torturing slowness, they brushed, rolled, rubbed, and an uncontrollable gasp was locking my throat. He was telling me: “I love you, I love you…”, and I could feel his leather pants painfully harden against my thigh. I still managed to think: “He’s a vampire”, but instead of disgusting me, this truth increased my arousal. I gripped his neck, smelt his wet hair, sought his lips to feed on them, while his fingertips were hurrying on my sex that was as swollen as his. I whimpered while kissing him, and my ears were buzzing. When his hand went off me, it was all damp, and I begged him not to leave me like this.

         And so, half-aware, my temples burning, I heard the tinkle of his belt falling to the floor. His leather pants crunching while he was taking them off. My heart jumped, once, overwhelmed with fear, with need, with something else, and I opened my eyes to see him bend again over me. Sweat was pearling down to his lashes, he slightly opened the mouth. “Afraid?” The answer was yes, but I was brave, or fool, enough to smile at him and say: “Never.”

         He smiled too and repeated: “Buffy I love you…”, and I believed him… Before I could talk again, his hard sex was parting mine, entering it, sending to all my body an awful feeling of tear… Pleasure was threatening me, swelling, choking me… and a first thrust. Hard. Unexpected after so much softness: a surprised cry crashed into my chest. Second thrust, and I was beginning to understand delight beyond pain. Third thrust, even faster, even wilder, and Angel sighed like I never heard him sigh. This single moan made the pleasure’s waves grow bigger into me, though I had the feeling I was dying, but if death looked like this, then cemeteries were full of happy people. I held him very tight, burning his back’s cold flesh with my fingernails. His coolness was a bliss, for I was hotter than by a summer’s night. His heavy thrusts lifted me outside of the bed, but he pinned me to it, holding my hips, and at last, nearly unconscious, I felt his semen fill me like an icy fluid, and the cry torn in my throat finally went out. He fell by me, broken, warmed up by my skin, and kissed me all over again and again, while, troubled, stupefied, charmed, I was giving up to him like a doll.

         My damn conscience suddenly came back and I tried to sit up to see if I was bleeding, but Angel immediately laid me down, glided his palm between my thighs and licked it with delight. “Delicious”, he said, and I didn’t know if I was supposed to laugh or run away. Dulling me with large caresses, he dove his face down to my sex to taste him entirely, suck it, follow with his tongue each red and warm drop that were dripping along my white thighs. I almost thought he was going to devour me. Maybe it was close to. But he took his human face again to come back at me. “Now you’re not bleeding anymore.” It was so strange. And so good. I wanted him to do it again…

         But then he lost his soul and what followed is so sad I won’t tell it. I never made love again.

~The End~

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Miss Edith writes excellent fan fiction in varied ratings and pairings.  Please visit her at Drusilla's Phantom Manor!!!



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