RATING: Well, it has smut that goes somewhat racy.a strong R? (My first of any type this kind!)
SUMMARY: Two of our favourite couples go to a ranch for a slight vacation.
FEEDBACK: Of course!
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where.
COUPLES: B/A and W/O
SPOILERS: NONE
NOTE: This is in reply to Grace's Birthday Fic Challenge. Happy Birthday Chica! Hope it's a good one!
REQUIREMENTS: These are the must:
1)Must be in by March 13.
2)Any couple would do fine
3)Must take place at a ranch.
4)A Black Pilot Pen
Five of the following things, you chose:
1)Smut
2)The song or some mention of Christina Aguilera's "What A Girl Wants" (If you need the lyrics, I'll send them to you)
3)Horseback riding
4)Potato Chips
5)Siamese kittens
6)A White Table Cloth.
7)The quote "To forgive is divine, but loving is better."
8)A Yellow Notepad
9)Some marinated chicken or a salisbury steak.
10)A mention of Anne Rice's beauty series.(I just finished reading the series)

On to the story:

The black sport utility maneuvered effortlessly down the red dirt road, pulling up along a rough wooden fence before stopping. All four doors opened, and two couples emerged from the now dirty vehicle. The various workers paused only momentarily to survey the new 'city slickers' before returning to their daily chores.

"This place is beautiful," said one of the women, brushing back a piece of red hair that blew into her face by a light wind. She took the hand of the shorter guy with blonde spike hair as he came around the car to her.

"It sure is," agree the other woman, a petite blonde as she wrapped her arm around the other man's waist, this one a tall, dark haired guy. "I'm glad we decided to come. I really need this break."

An older heavy set woman came out of the wood and stone ranch house, dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse, a flowered apron tied around her waist. Wispy white hair was pulled into a messy bun. "Hello! You must be the O'Neil's and the Green's?"

The taller man smiled and walked forward, the blonde sticking to his side. The other couple walked to stand beside their friends. "Mrs. Hunter I guess?"

"That's me. How was you folks' drive out to the Lucky Star Ranch? Find the turns all right?"

"The directions were great. I'm Buffy O'Neil; this is Angel, my husband. And our friends, Oz and Willow Green." Buffy paused, looking around the ranch a moment more. "This is a beautiful place. I don't think I'm going to be able to leave."

Mrs. Hunter beamed. "Well how about you unpack that car of yours and one of the boys will be around to bring your bags to your cabins. I have dinner just about ready. Why don't you come inside and have some lemonade or tea with the other guests in the hall?"

*****

Buffy leaned against the doorway to the cabin, the desert sunset creating a halo behind her as she watched Angel. It was their first night on the ranch, having eaten in the dining or 'mess' hall with Willow, Oz, and the other guests, and then retiring for the night. Dinner had been wonderful, the meal served on a spotless white linen tablecloth, the chicken marinated with barbecue sauce juicy and delicious. Both she and Willow had been somewhat surprised to see the twin Siamese kittens that scampered across the floor, having expected a hardier cat like a tom. "Whatcha doing?" she asked quietly, crossing the wood plank floor to the armchair that Angel was lounging in.

"Just sketching," he answered, stopping the movements of his black Pilot pen on the yellow notepad to show her a simple sketch of the landscape.

Buffy pouted slightly. "Can't you think of anything better to do?" she asked.

"Mm, possibly," he almost purred the words, tossing the notepad to the floor as he pulled her onto his lap. "How could I not have thought of this?"

"Beats me," replied Buffy, shifting so that she straddled his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her neck arched as Angel's warm lips connected with her skin, traveling up the smooth column to her jaw line then her lips.

"Forgive me?"

"To forgive is divine, but loving is better," she whispered, her lips millimeters from his own.

The lover's lips met then, their mouths opening as their tongues began to duel in a copy of the intimate rhythm of lovemaking. Angel's arms wrapped tight around Buffy's thin waist, pulling her body flush against his even as his hands moved underneath her shirt to caress the skin below it. Their lips broke contact only long enough for each of their shirts to be pulled off, before resuming the heady pleasure of kissing each other again.

"Uh.o, don't stop.how.oh that's nice.about we go .check out that bed?" Suggested Buffy then, her voice thick with passion.

"Even better idea," replied Angel, standing up in one smooth movement, Buffy's legs still wrapped around his waist. They made it to the bed, still wrapped around one another, their movements reaching a frantic peak.

The back of Angel's knees hit the end of the bed, and he fell backward, bringing Buffy down on top of him. She shifted position on top of him, a wide grin spreading on her face as he groaned at the movement. Short well kept nails walked up his chest, resting on the broad expanse of muscle as she lightly ground down on him, once, twice, three times. Angel growled and with a swift movement, he had turned over, throwing Buffy on her back as he quickly divested both her and himself of their pants.

Buffy giggled slightly, looking like the cat that had gotten the canary, as she drew her legs up, sighing softly as he slid home. Where he belonged.

****

"What a girl wants, what a girl needs, whatever keeps me happy and sets you free.." Buffy's voice carried down the aisle between the stalls of the barn as Willow and Oz joined their friends. "I have no clue why I have this song stuck in my head," she said, off Oz's look.

He nodded, as if that explained it, and turned to look at a brown horse that was being saddled by a cowhand. "Is this a bad time to mention I've never ridden before?"

Willow grinned. "I haven't either. So we could learn together. How about you, Buffy? Have you ever ridden a horse?"

"At the zoo, but I don't think that counts much. I just sat there and the handler led me around the ring. I didn't even hold the reins." Buffy looked at her lover next. "Angel? How about you?"

He spared her a sideways glance as he stroked the nose of a beautiful black stallion that had peered over the gate of his stall to them. "Buffy, I grew up when the idea of cars was unheard of. Although its been two centuries, but I think its like riding a bike. You don't easily forget."

****

The four friends stood at the top of a shallow rise in the landscape, the shade of a lone cottonwood their picnic place for their small dinner. Potato chips scattered on the checked blanket, forgotten as they watched the spectacular sight of the sunset in progress.

The sun cast radiant colors of pinks and darker shades ranging to purple as the night sky fell on the landscape. In the distance, a coyote howled, yet the four remained still, basking in the silent tranquillity.

Buffy, wrapped in Angel's arms, leaned back against his chest as his head rested gently on top of hers. "Thank you for this," she whispered.

"You're welcome me love. Happy Birthday."

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