| summery: Buffy and Angel get trapped in a circle room...with a bed covered with blood red, silk sheets and rose petals...hey, it's my fantasy world Enjoy! Authors Notes: this is basically PWP, but hey, it's all good. Disclaimer: I don't own any of this obviously because if I did the show would SUCK SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!!! there I had to get that our -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angel walked around the corner and into the alleyway stealthily. He saw a figure hunched over wearing a dark cloak, facing away from him. Angel shifted his ax from on hand to the other and approached the figure. He reached out his hand and grabbed the hood to the cloak and pulled it away. There was nothing in it. "Ok..." he said to himself. Then something threw him against a brick wall and he was out like a light. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Buffy trudged through the gloomy graveyard, her thoughts far away. Her thoughts were back at her house with a warm cup of cocoa and her favorite skating movie playing on the tv. She was brought out of her reverie when she heard a female sob. "Hello?" she called out. Then she saw a cloaked figure standing by a mosoleum. She walked up to the shaking frame. "Are you ok?" she said as she laid a hand on the person's head, then the cloak fell away to reveal nothing. "Ok..." she said to herself. Then an invisable force threw her against the side of the mosoleum and everything wend black. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lilah sat at her desk typing on her computer when her cell phone rang. She hastily picked it up. "Lilah Morgan." she answered into the small portable phone. "Do you have them here?" she asked the person or thing on the other side of the conversation. "Great, put them in the room, we'll have him soon." Lilah said with mischief in her voice. "I'm sure it'll happen without any magic help, but have the shamen standing by just in case." with that she turned off her phone and went back to work with a evil smile plastered on her pretty face. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When she woke up she felt warm and tingly. But that was wierd, she only got that feeling when Angel was around. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She saw the place she was in was circular and there was a certain off-ness about the room though. She turned her head and saw him sitting in a big fluffly easy chair, holding his head in his hands. "Angel?" Buffy called in question. Angel lifted his head and looked the love of his life in the eyes. "Hey." he greeted her. "How's your head?" he asked, knowing the answer, but he just wanted to make sure his suspicions were correct. "Perfectly fine. It's funny because I was really thrown hard." She said, sitting up, then noticing what she was wearing. it was a pale blue barely there lacey bra and matching thong, and she had a sheer, see through babydoll night gown that barely went over her ass. "What the hell am I wearing?" "I hear about this, but I didn't think there was any being powerful enough to run it." Angel said cryptically. He was only in a pair of dress pants and he was shirtless. Buffy looked around for something to cover up with, but there was nothing but the blood red silk sheets that were covered with rose petals. "What are you talking about?" Buffy asked. Giving up on anything to cover herself, she just sat in the easy chair at the other side of the circle room and attempted to cover herself with her hands. "There's a legend about a Circle Room. Two people are put in a room entirely fashioned with magic to meet fantasies and the two people um...have sex... and the person casting the circle room ritual absorbs their energy. Or Wolfram and Hart could just want me to lose my soul." And explained, while trying his damndest to not let his eyes leave her face. He had to admit she had really grown into a beautiful woman. Buffy listened to what he said, but she couldn't help but think how good he looked and how badly she just wanted him to throw her on that lovely bed and ravish her all night...and morning...and night...on and on... "Um ya. So all we gotta do is not give in." Buffy said, making sound easier than it actually would be. The seconds ticked by and with each passing moment their desire grew and soon Angel was so hard he was in actual physical pain. He had placed a pillow on his lap to hide his obvious arrousal, but it didn't help much when he could smell hers. That familar, musky scent that made his head spin and his hands burn to touch her. Buffy wasn't fairing much better. Her nipples were hard and were poking out from under the sorry excuse for a bra. plus her panties were soaked and she was sure that the chair would have a wet spot when she got up. He just looked too scruptious and she missed him so much. She had heard somewhere that a woman can't have an orgasm on her first time, but that wasn't true. Angel had made her come so hard she was seeing stars and birdies. But it did help when he was very...well endowed. He touched every sensitive area inside her. Not Parker nor Riley had ever gone that deep. Hell, she had to fake with Parker and she had to fake the majority of the time with Riley too. She was so sexually frustrated her insides clenched and tingled in anticipation. "They're not gonna let us out of here are they?" Buffy asked the sexy, tall, dark and shirtless vampire. Buffy licked her dry lips. Angel look up when he heard her talk and caught the sight of the sexy, skimpy dressed, slayer lick her lips. "Um, they might give up in a few days." he answered her. He gulped when she pouted. He just wanted to cross the room and take that jutted lip in his mouth.... he gave his head a shake. He couldn't think about that. "Damn." Buffy swore. After a long pause she felt her whome clench in desire. "I think they're increasing the magic." Buffy whimpered. "Yeah. I feel it too." he was panting in attempt to calm himself. He clenched his fists and tried to concentrate on something else other than her perfectly toned and tanny legs curled up to hide her chest, but in the process giving him a clear view of her tiny round ass. Buffy whimpered when she felt her whome clench again and a gush of moisture rushed out of her again. "I can't take this anymore. I didn't ask for this." "You think I did." Angel shot back. "O, thanks. Nice to know that you still want me." Buffy said standing up in her anger. Angel growled and used his vampire speed to grap her by the shoulders. He had initially planned to yell at her because of the comment she made, but instead he captured her mouth in a frantic kiss. Buffy felt moisture rush out of her again as his wonderful mouth pressed against hers and his magical hands caressed her everywhere. She jumped up and wrapped her strong legs around his waist. She ground herself into him as he deepened the kiss. She reached between them and ripped the cheap leather belt. She felt the wall conect with her back and she moaned when his hands moved under the nightie, then ripped it off over to head. Angel knew it wasn't right, but he could stop. The magic was heighted a couple more knotches and he was out of his mind completely. He pushed her against the wall and ripped her nightie off over her head. Then he lifted her away from the wall and stumbled onto the bed. |