Main character: Angel(us)
Pairing: Angelus/Rebecca
Disclaimer: Angel, Angelus, Rebecca and the Angel Investigations staff are the creations of Joss Whedon. I receive no money for this.
Distribution: Cat, Paula, Jinni, anyone else ask first.
Summary: Angel dreams of what could have happened with Rebecca.
A/N: thank you to Gabrielle, both for the encouragement and the title.
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Angel collapsed onto his bed, exhausted by the long day. A day where he'd been watched distrustfully by Wesley and Cordelia, a long afternoon and night where his slightest move was watched, where stakes were kept nearby and not quite out of sight. They'd flinched when he'd retreated to the kitchen to drink a cold bag of blood, and he'd heard Cordelia muttering.
It was all the fault of that damned actress and her idea that if he turned her, she'd be immortal, ageless. If she hadn't had that idea, hadn't given him that drug... A drug that had permitted his darker half to slip into view, to terrorize her. If not for her...
Rebecca had no idea how close she'd come to disaster. Granted, he'd terrified her, probably left her shaken and freaked out, but that was nothing compared to what could have been. It had frightened them, and if he was honest, it had frightened him a little, especially since a part of him had delighted in the fear, had craved the violence and despair and terror.
Closing his eyes, he kicked off the shoes, allowing them to simply fall beside the bed. Slowly, he unbuttoned the shirt and tugged it from his body, falling back onto the soft silk sheets. His pants followed, leaving him in nothing but a pair of cotton boxers and silk sheets. He pulled the top sheet over him, craving the smooth caress of silk, craving the touch of a lover. But he had no lover, couldn't have a lover.
One hand grabbed at the silk, clenching it into soft ridges. Running it over his chest, he tried to imagine that it was someone else's hand, running silk, or perhaps a flower, over his body. Over his chest, brushing over his nipple, down to the waistband of his boxers and up again in a slow, sensual pattern. Just a small pleasure, enough to calm himself, enough to blur the scent of their fear and the way that they'd flinched...
Eventually, the motions of the silk slowed, and Angel drifted into slumber. There was a faint rumbly purr from the caress of silk, and the pleasure of it had sent his mind off into all sorts of directions. Darla teasing him with silken ropes or roses, the petals silken soft and the thorns dipped in Holy water. Dru's soft fingers fluttering all over him, as if learning the shape of his body anew every time. Buffy's hair caressing his chest, spread over his pillow...
He knew that he was dreaming as he opened his eyes. How else could he find himself once more sprawled on the couch, a cup of Champagne in one hand, and Rebecca watching him from the end of the couch? Rebecca, with her carefully perfect makeup framing dark eyes and a dress that revealed her long, slender neck...
"Angel? How do you feel?" There was a hint of anxiety in her voice as she asked.
"I feel..." He paused, thinking for a moment. He was alone with a beautiful woman who had been looking appreciatively at his body, and wore an incredibly tempting dress. The lights were low, the place was empty except for the two of them, and the Champagne had blurred his worries nicely. "I feel good."
With a small smile, she moved closer, her dark eyes focused on him as she purred. "You're supposed to feel... good."
And then her cup was placed on the small table as her hand rested on his hip, sending ripples of heat straight to his groin. She leaned on him, her body close enough that he could feel her warmth. "I wanted you to feel very good." Her lips brushed over his, teasing, offering.
He opened his lips, letting her in, tasting the Champagne on her tongue, in her mouth. It tasted slightly different from his own, and he had a fleeting moments curiosity why that might be. But as his hands slid over her legs, up her thighs, causing her dress to rise a bit higher, he dismissed the Champagne as unimportant. He kissed her again, seeking her tongue with his own, tasting, dominating the kiss, only reluctantly letting her breathe again. It had been so long since he'd had a woman in his arms like this, so very long...
Slowly, he kissed along her jaw line, smiling at her little gasps, kissing over her throat, at her pulse. He nipped just a little, enough to sting, still not breaking the skin. Rebecca gasped, her hands fisting on his shirt as she sought to pull him closer to her.
"Angel." She gasped his name, her eyes almost pleading that he touch her.
She wanted him to touch her. He could do that. One hand slid over her dress, finding the zipper on the back, tugging it slowly down. His other hand rubbed slow circles over her thigh, gradually moving higher under her dress. Finally, his fingers rested on her hip while his thumb ran over the lace of her panties. Her dress was entirely unzipped, and had started to fall just a little bit away from her shoulders. "Have patience, Rebecca. Some things should be savored."
Leaning forward, he kissed along her collar bone, gently nipping as he went, leaving tiny red marks on her skin. Her hands slid over his chest, fumbling with the buttons, tugging at them in her efforts to remove the shirt. They slid over his chest, skin on skin, and he could feel the faintest scrape of her nails over him. Rebecca was trying to tug the shirt off his body, but his own hands were busy on her body, leaving the shirt half draped over him, framing smooth skin.
For a moment, he pulled his hands away from her, letting his shirt fall to the couch. Her eyes darkened, and then her tongue ran over her lips. "You look good enough to eat."
Angelus chuckled, leaning forward to nip gently at her throat, barely enough to sting, and still with his blunt human teeth. "That's supposed to be my line. Who's the vampire here?"
"Hmmmm. Good point." Her hands were sliding over his muscles, her nails scraping just a bit. Just enough to tease and excite him. She suddenly paused, and got this wicked smile before raking down his chest, leaving raised welts from her nails.
He gasped from surprise, not having expected that from her. Reaching out, he pulled the dress from her shoulders, baring her breasts. They were smooth, and felt soft as he cupped one in his hand, his fingers sliding over the side, a teasing light touch. He kissed his way down her throat, over the collar bone, and down to one breast, kissing around before flicking his tongue over her nipple. She tasted faintly of oranges. He tasted her again, suckling for a moment on her flesh as she gasped, one hand moving to the back of his head and trying to grip his hair. "I think you're the one who looks good enough to eat."
He returned his attention to her breast, licking and nibbling as she made the most delightful gasps and whimpers. It was musical, and her body was his instrument. Slowly, he kissed over to her other breast, before starting the same attentions. He let his face change, and nibbled very lightly with his fangs, still not breaking the skin. Her gasp was a bit different, almost startled as she felt fangs graze over her skin, leaving tiny lines. There was a trace of fear in her scent now, and that was even more exciting than the curve of her breast and the warmth of her body.
"Angel?" Rebecca's voice was high, vanishing into a moan as he teased her. "What are you. ooohhhh."
He chuckled, knowing that the vibration would only stimulate her more. "I'm tasting you, sweet Rebecca."
She made a sort of noise, and he nipped at her breast, this time drawing just a little blood, licking it from her skin, his tongue caressing the wound and her nipple at the same time, blending the small pain with pleasure. "I'm tasting you."
Rebecca made a sort of whimpery sound, relaxing into his arms, surrendering to the feeling that he was creating in her. Still licking at her breast, he changed their position, gradually leaning her back until Rebecca was reclining on the couch. His hands tugged carefully at her dress, pulling it from her body to leave her there, clad only in deep red lace panties, a matching garter belt, stockings and one high heeled shoe. She looked beautiful.
"Such a vision. I could draw you a picture, if you'd like." He smiled at her, knowing that she was too caught up in pleasure and sensation to want to stop.
"Draw.? You want to draw a picture?" She looked at him, and for just a moment, her lips curved into a pout.
Smiling in anticipation, he baited her a little. His fingers caressed her calf, just below and behind her knee, feeling the silk of her stockings, the warm flesh beneath. "Do you have another suggestion?"
She sat up, her breasts swaying, and smiled at him, her dark hair falling around her shoulders. "Maybe." She leaned closer, licking at his neck, kissing just under his ear. "I might have a few ideas."
She trailed kisses down his chest, her tongue flicking over the welts that her nails had left. His eyes half closed in pleasure, and he delighted in the sensation of her warm tongue, the caress of her warm breath. She flicked her tongue over his navel, fingers tugging at his pants. She managed to unfasten them, slid the zipper down enough hat her nimble fingers could reach in, flutter over his straining erection, caressing the fabric of his boxers. "I thought that maybe we could play."
"It's my turn to taste you." She licked over him, teasing, her breasts pressed against his thighs, her hands gripping over his hips. Her tongue dragged over him, teasing, flicking swiftly across the tip, swirling over and around like he was some sort of desert. "Mmmm. Angel."
But there was only so long that he could just stand there, letting her tease him. His hands caught her arms, and he dragged her up along his body, kissing her deeply. Her tongue fought with his, demanding, seeking control, and his fangs emerged again. Her tongue was soon nicked, and he could taste her blood once more, rich, filled with lust and hope and the faintest hint of a plan.
He lowered her to the couch again, and reached over her hips, ripping the underwear along the seams. Pulling away the scraps of lace, he leaned down, his nose skimming over her soft curls. "Time to play."
He licked along her thigh, not going right to her center, not yet touching her eagerness. He gradually moved closer, licking along the edges of her opening, teasing her, drawing out the foreplay with anticipation. He was going to make certain that she would want no other man's touch, not ever again. He nibbled gently, knowing that his sharp teeth would change the sensations for her, would mix a hint of pain in with the pleasure. She was soon moaning and gasping, her hips thrusting towards his face.
"Angel! Please."
He chuckled, and looked at her, meeting her eyes across the curves of her body. "Please what, sweet Rebecca?"
"I. damn it, stop playing around!" Her hands were reaching towards him, trying to tug him closer to her.
"Your wish." He moved his hands, letting go of her hips and sliding them upwards, caressing her breasts. He shifted sideways a little, until the tip of his cock was just nudging her opening. He thrust forward, sliding into her slickness, her body almost too hot around him as she arched upwards with a gasp. "Is my command."
Her eyes were wild with need and passion, and she grabbed him, pulling him closer, attacking him with kisses. Soon, her lips and tongue had dozens of tiny cuts from his fangs, but she didn't seem to care as long as he kept thrusting into her. Slowly, he kissed over her cheek to her neck, nipping faintly as he thrust harder into her heat.
Rebecca wanted to live forever, to never worry about growing old, never fear loosing her beauty. He could give her that. He could give her quite a lot. He nipped at the top of her shoulder, drawing just a little blood, and she gasped, tightening around him, her nails digging into his arms. Chuckling, he kissed over to her throat.
"Forever, Rebecca." He bit deeply into her throat, tasting her passion, her climax. He drank from her as he came, savoring the richness of her blood, her heat and vitality.
She made a whimper, the sound almost weak as he pulled his fangs from her throat. Meeting her eyes, he smiled as he slashed open his shoulder, his own blood welling upwards. "The price of forever is blood. Are you willing?"
He purred as her lips closed on the wound, drinking him into her. Her tongue flicked out, seeking to draw more of him, her teeth made little scrapes over the edge of the wound. His hips thrust forward, and she gasped as she felt him hard inside of her. He leaned back, hands gripping at her hips, moving her into a swift rhythm, the motion causing her teeth to pull at the wound. He growled in pain/pleasure, savoring her eagerness, her heat for what would be the last time.
She gasped, arcing backwards as the sensations overwhelmed her, and this time, as she relaxed from her orgasm, she was entirely motionless. No longer breathing, her heart stilled.
"You're a wonderful present, Rebecca."
End