Rating: R
Distribution: Please ask and send me the webpage/URL first. I like to see where my stories are going.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own no one. Buffy, Spike, Angel, etc... all belong to Joss (aka GOD), Mutant Enemy, WB and a bunch of other people. I’m only borrowing, and I’ll return them as soon I’m done. They might be a bit confused, but.....that’s life.
Summary: Buffy and Willow are each spending time with their respective boyfriends. But who are they?
Author’s Note: PLEASE send feedback! I crave it! Thank you in advance. This is a *relationship* story. There is NO action, plot line or any thing else. This is making out and other fun activities. That’s it. Now, on with the fun! There may or may noe be a sequal to this. If there is, it’ll be rated NC-17.
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Buffy dragged her battered body through her half-open bedroom window. She landed with a thump on her feet. She thanked whatever higher powers-that-be for her mother’s three-day absence. There was a knock from the window and she jolted back into awareness. She turned around, opened the window a bit more and helped her companion into the room.
He
surveyed the room with interest. It wasn’t bad. Actually, it was pretty
much the way he’d pictured it. He turned to Buffy and smiled. Taking carefully
measured steps, he walked up to Buffy and attacked her mouth with his own.
Willow tossed her back, letting her hair fly around in the rushing wind. She loved this. The thrum of the motorcycle beneath her, the wind in her hair and the feel of the body that was pressed up against her back.
As the bike slowed down, she shifted and unintentionally pressed her hips tighter into her companion. He moaned under his breath and killed the engine. He spun around, snagging her shoulders with his hands, crushed his lips to hers, eliciting moans from both.
<Oh,
I DO love this,> Willow thought as his tongue ravages her depths.
Buffy was very, very happy. There a certain relaxing quality to lounging around on your bed. And if you throw in a guy who was massaging your back, well.....let’s just say it was a good thing. She shifted and yelped as a particularly sore spot was found. Her “friend” chuckled above her and proceeded to massage with newly-found enthusiasm. She yelped again and tried to wiggle out from underneath her tormentor. She was almost free when he got up off her back. The sudden change of weight caused her to fall off the side of the bed. She hit the floor with a THUMP! Her love looked down on her with the oddest expression of concern and laughter. At his look, she burst into laughter rolling all over.
He
didn’t quite know what to make of the person that was acting very much
like a someone who belonged in a loony-bin. He felt his laughter bubbling
up inside of him. Soon he had joined her on the floor.
Willow was in Heaven. She wasn’t too sure about her she was, and didn’t care. Her lover had brought her here as a surprise and, unsurprisingly, his hormones took over and here she was pressed down against the grass as he attacked her neck with his mouth and tongue. She moaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot right beneath her ear.
He
had to chuckle. He was certainly enjoying her display of passive trust.
Mainly because he knew that she wasn’t really like that at all. She was
strong, fiery, sexy and utterly confident. He grinned as his mouth traveled
to her collarbone, causing her to smile and gasp from the pleasure. He
let his teeth join his lips against her skin, delighted with the surprised
yelps that quickly turned to needful moans. He was *really* enjoying himself.
Buffy moaned as he boyfriends EXTREMELY talented tongue worked wonders on her nerve endings. She arched her back as he reached a pressure point, and waves of pleasure rocked her body. Her breath quickened and she begged him to stop this pleasant hurting. When he refused, she quickly sat up leaving him straddling her lap. She pushed him onto his back and swooped down to capture his mouth with her own. She plundered him, claiming him as her own. She straddled his chest and glared down at her lover.
“So you wanna play do you? Let’s see what your made of, love.” SHE grinned down at him. He just looked up at her and grinned. He loved it when she was like this. She was so much more fun!
“Ready when you are. Are you sure you’re up to it?” The last part came out mocking and playful.
“Of
course I am. After all, I am dating you, aren’t I SPIKE?” Buffy reminded
him before capturing his mouth in another kiss. This was going to be a
GREAT evening.
Willow was begging her lover to hurry up and do something, preferably before she exploded from the pleasure that was coursing through her. She gasped at the unusual blending of fingers, lips, tongue and teeth on her neck and shoulder. Her lover trailed up to her ear and delicately nibbled along the rim of it. She moaned with equal parts pain/pleasure.
He looked down at her and grinned evilly before sitting up, leaving an empty apace of air where he used to be. Willow sat up and looked wildly for her lover. She couldn’t see him anywhere, and was quickly becoming panicked. She stood up and stated walking around, looking into the shadows and bushes. <Where the hell could he be? I have to be home by 12:30!>
A figure stalked behind her as she continued the search for her wayward boyfriend. It sprang at her and clamped a hand over her mouth before she had a chance to scream. It pulled her slim figure tight against his, and thrust his hips against her buttocks. Swallowing a scream, Willow tried to yank herself out of her captor’s arms. The attacker growled and swung her around so she could see it’s face.
“Boo.”
Willow looked up shocked, into the eyes of her lover. He chuckled at the looks of shock, surprise and anger in her eyes. He knew that his little “game” would worry her, then make her VERY angry. He liked bringing out the wild and defiant streak in her. She was lots of fun when angry and had revenge in mind. Like now. He could tell it was going to be some night.
“Damnit, I thought you were gone! Don’t you EVER do that to me again!”
“Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“Okay. I’m not.” He grinned. This was fun!
“Oh....I’m going to kill you!” With that, she pounced and looked down at her lover. “Tonight, you are mine, Angel.”
Angel grinned and prepared himself for the ride of his life. He LOVED this!
The End