Title: Relief
Author: Copper -
coppersinger@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 – sex, blood play…
Disclaimer: OBJ – he wouldn’t let them do this…
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: It’s a CWC, PWP… what more do you want?
Author’s Notes: If you can come up with a better
title, please let me know… Also, there is no real
value plot-wise to this story, in fact I’m shocked I
wrote it (which you can blame on Blaze – thanks, hon.)
but I needed a prezzie so… she liked it so you get to
read it. Lucky you.
Dedication: Happy belated birthday, Serena.
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Angel was in the kitchen making post-patrol movie food
when he heard the yell from the other room. He looked
up, slightly surprised, but continued shaking the pot,
not wanting the popcorn to burn. Since he’s first
introduced her to the joy of stove-popped corn his
Slayer wanted it almost every time they watched a
movie – always stating that she needed the snacks to
refuel for later. Not that he was complaining…
Moments later, Buffy stormed into the living room.
“How could this happen? I’m early…I’m never early.
There are rules, you know. Headaches, cramps,
moodiness…then your five to seven days of misery… but
those first things? They’re required, they warn you
so, so –” She cut off noticing that Angel was trying
not to laugh, and failing miserably.
He saw that she’d seen him and quickly stopped
smirking, know he was about to become her target.
“And you! Go on, laugh… It’s no big deal for you; it’s
not like this affects you. You know… at first I was
like, ‘yay, I’m a woman’ and I didn’t mind the pain
‘cause the teenage boys were stuck with useless
erections for no reason whatsoever – I mean, at that
size? – and at least I didn’t have everyone laughing
at
me…in fact, the other girls were jealous! Then in high
school, it kept the guys in line and gave me a way to
torture them. Then, I figured out that it didn’t
matter ‘cause if they couldn’t find someone obliging
enough to blow them…Hey! They have hands and jacking
off is no big deal!
“But you!” Back to her original target, “you know that
I want you so much that you don’t have to worry. My
lips will be wrapped around you, my fingers caressing
your balls and my tongue…”
Angel’s eyes squeezed shut. Buffy was never this blunt
and the image she’d just given him made him wish it
was one of their role-playing nights and he could just
grab her and…
“But me? I’m stuck with frustration, oogy feelings,
way too much blood and no relief in sight.” She let
out one more, “It’s not fair!” and threw herself face
first onto the couch.
Angel was still somewhat lost in his fantasy when her
words finally pierced his lusty haze. “Wait a
second…blood?” He whispered, “She doesn’t…? We’ve
never…?” And suddenly, the vampire had a much more
pleasurable mission than the one Cordelia had sent
them on earlier.
Knowing that she would keep going on and on until she
ran out of air, Angel did the only thing he could do.
He grabbed her arms and stopped her with a kiss. Her
dazed expression when he finally raised his head
reminded him of the day before her birthday all those
years ago, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey…what…? I was talking and you… Why are you
smiling?” The smile became laughter at her confusion.
Getting himself under control, the handsome vampire
fell back onto the couch pulling her onto his lap.
“Angel, no! I’m turned on enough without you doing
this to me, besides which I’m all gross –” Two large
fingers muffled the rest of her sentence.
“Buffy, sweetheart, you’ll let me clean you up after
battling slime demons, and don’t give a damn about my
fangs and yellow eyes, so why do you think I would
care that you have your period?”
“That’s different! It’s part of who we are–”
“So is menstruation…” Smiling inwardly, with a
straight face he said, “I’d be happy to take care of
the problem for you.”
The petite blonde’s eyes grew large as she realized
what he meant. “EWWW!!! Angel! How can you? That’s
disgusting?”
“Disgusting?” An eyebrow raised in disbelief, “You
warm up and watch me drink my blood in front of you,
sometimes even feeding me. And almost every time we
make love I draw from you because you convinced me
that you had never felt anything so erotic as my fangs
in your throat, drinking from you, marking you…” Voice
trailing off, he watched her hazel eyes darken with
the memory.
“But it seems so weird…”
“My sweet, nothing about us is normal. I know you’re
still nervous about some things, but I didn’t realize
that this had never come up before.”
With a little blush, Buffy turned her head into the
hand caressing her face. “I always worked things so I
wasn’t with you, so we wouldn’t have the look but
don’t touch thing to deal with.” She raised her eyes
at his low chuckle.
“Buffy, having your period doesn’t have to affect our
sex life. Even normal couples have sex, not many
because of what you’ve all been taught but they do.
And you’re luckier than they are... You’ve got a lover
who worships you, even covered in slime.” They
exchanged laughing smiles, the memory no longer
painful, “and who considers your blood both delectable
and incredibly stimulating…” Buffy was awed as she
watched his eyes turn slightly yellow and his voice
become a growl, “I can just imagine what it will be
like to taste it and your honey combined.”
“Well, since you put it that way,” her voice dropping
to a seductive pitch, “who am I to refuse?” Their eyes
met for a moment before he swooped down to her lips.
Despite the tension, his lips brushed lightly over
hers in a butterfly caress before beginning to nibble
and then stroke his tongue across them, not to gain
entrance but just to draw out the experience for both
of them. Her arms tangled behind his head and her
hands tried to deepen the kiss but he wouldn’t allow
it, moving away to nibble on her ears, free of their
earrings for the moment. Her sigh brought him back to
rain tiny pecks before finally returning to her pink
lips and giving in to her urging with quick, hard
kisses before her tongue came out to meet his in a
duel that would mimic their later joining. As their
tongues stroked and played, Angel swept her up in his
arms and headed to the bed.
Once there he laid her on the satin sheets,
disentangling their lips so he could begin to undress
her. Buffy stared at him with passion-drugged eyes
content to let him lead her into this new realm of
sensuality, although she couldn’t stop her heartbeat
from rising as he removed his clothing. His back
turned she admired the way his tattoo moved over his
muscles, and let her eyes roam over his strong thighs
and tight ass and when he faced her… His hair was
thick, his eyes dark, his chest heaved with it and his
penis was strong and thick in it’s aroused state. He
stood there letting her ogle him and she once again
thanked whoever it was that had finally realized they
were meant to be.
Angel let her watch him for a few moments before he
knelt down beside her and sat her up so he could
remove her shirt and bra, followed soon by her socks
and pants, leaving her only in her panties. He was
mildly surprised that they were simple cotton ones,
since her taste ran to sexy lace and satin normally,
but as they'd soon be gone...
“I prefer pads at night.” She sounded incredibly
embarrassed and he pulled her to him in a reassuring
hug, murmuring words designed to change the blush of
embarrassment to one of passion, before slowly running
his hands over her body and sealing their mouths in a
fiery embrace.
Eventually his head followed his hands, sucking and
licking her flesh, avoiding her nipples except for a
tiny nip at the tip of each before pulling completely
off her to begin at her toes and work his way up. From
the arch of her foot, to the back of her knees to her
inner thigh he missed no part of her skin, and he
looked up with a satisfied smirk seeing her too lost
to worry about the barrier that would soon come down…
But first he had to sate his hunger for her exquisite
breasts, whose quivering was beckoning to him. His
eyes yellowed and his face ridged as he lowered to
gently nip at the tender flesh. Her eyes popped open
as he sucked one hard point into his mouths, lightly
nipping with a fang – just enough to allow a drop of
her sweet blood to tantalize him. When he repeated on
the other breast she held his head there for him to
suckle as she gently went over the edge.
As she relaxed, his hands came up to cup her face and
he asked, “Are you ready?”
“Show me, Angel.” And in token reached down to slide
off her panties.
He pulled a pillow from behind her and set it under
her hips making sure she was comfortable before his
mouth began a path downward. He rubbed his nose in her
dark curls – the contrast as enticing as it had been
the first time – and inhaled the combined scents of
her menstrual blood and her arousal. The vampire
didn’t lean back to admire her, as he sometimes did,
instead lowering his face directly to her vaginal
opening so as not miss any of the precious fluids. The
first drops hit his tongue and he growled in sheer
lust. Widening his mouth, he was able to collect the
blood while moving his tongue between her sensitive
lips, clitoris and inner walls. Without breaking the
skin, he used one long tooth to worry the sensitive
clit while his tongue continued to lap up the blood
from inside. As the outpour of blood slowed, he
quickly licked his lips clean having felt her
readiness in her cries and quivering of her legs
around him. Just as she was about to return to orgasm,
he slid fluidly up her body, entering her surely as
his hands joined hers above her head.
Her hips lifted, accepting, welcoming the fullness of
him as their bodies came together almost brutally. He
could no longer hold back and their lowered bodies
jackhammered together, with her orgasm never abating,
until he called her name spilling his cold semen
inside her blazing heat.
It was long afterwards, when Buffy, with her head
pillowed against his shoulder, spoke. “Wow. If I’d
known it would be like that…”
“Me, too.” He smiled as she looked at him in surprise.
“Buffy, vampires don’t menstruate and I certainly
wasn’t into drinking blood as a human…”
She giggled, “No, I guess not,” and she gave him a
quick kiss, before snuggling back in his arms. “So…is
there anything else you want to teach me?”
His laughter brought a beautiful smile to her face,
which was quickly erased as his hands came down to
caress her buttocks, just brushing the other hole
before easing into her vagina to test her wetness and
he whispered, “One thing at a time, lover, one thing
at
a time.”
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