Author: Dark Star
Summary: Things always taste better outside…
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is creator and owner of all
Rating: NC 17, Adult:
Distribution: Just ask, please
The Hyperion stood in semi-darkness when Buffy Summers
pushed through the double doors and paused uncertainly at the top of the
“Here.” The voice came from the office, and a moment
later Angel followed it, smiling at her as she descended the stairs.
“Yeah,” she grinned, going straight to the comfort of
his arms and nestling there. “Sunnydale was really quiet, and I managed to
get away sooner than I expected to.”
Angel ducked his head lower to capture her mouth in a
kiss that told her exactly how much he missed her. Buffy’s response was
just as urgent as his, and when the kiss ended, she reflected on how much
she needed these weekends with Angel to repair her shattered nerves and
Angel pulled back a little so that he could see her, but
he kept his arms protectively encircling her. His fingers traced her cheek,
and he asked gently, “What do
you want to do today?”
“I’m starved,” she said, smiling. Then, apparently
realising it wasn’t very flattering to Angel, she explained, “I left before
I could have anything to eat, and I…”
“It’s okay,” he replied, pulling her back against his
chest. “But I’m afraid I don’t have much food in. I can make you some eggs,
or we can go out, if you’d rather.”
“Out,” she promptly replied, a little to Angel’s
disappointment. He’d been hoping to get her all to himself. “You know what
I’d like?” she asked, gazing up at him, her eyes shining and full of
promise. She didn’t wait for his reply and added, “To eat outside. You
know, a park or somewhere, like we used to in Sunnydale.”
“But not a cemetery?” he teased her, nibbling at her
Buffy giggled. “God, no. Last thing I want is to be back
at the office.”
“The beach?” he suggested, and Buffy happily agreed to
that. “Then I know just the place. But we’ll have to stop off first at the
market, and get some food for you.”
“Great,” Buffy tried to say, but her voice came out
muffled as Angel caught her lips once more in a searching kiss.
The store Angel chose was fairly quiet, with most of its
patrons visiting during the day. Angel trailed along contentedly beside
Buffy; letting her choose whatever food she wanted for their impromptu
meal. He was more interested in watching the way her body moved as she
piled items in her basket, and as she reached up to get something from
above the chilled cabinet, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing forward
and trapping her body against the cold compartment.
Buffy gasped, both because of the cold against her legs
and Angel’s arms wrapped tightly round her waist.
“Ssh,” he said softly, one hand moving to cup her
breast, and the other sliding her skirt up so that he could run his fingers
along her thigh.
“Angel…” Buffy moaned again, immensely excited at
Angel’s bold actions, but mortified that someone might see them. “We
“Why?” Angel’s face nuzzled seductively at her neck,
even as his exploring fingers reached her panties and he squirmed them
under the elastic. “There’s nobody here, Buffy. Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” she squeaked, and mentally kicked herself for
making a noise. “But… someone will see…”
She could hear voices in the next aisle, and remembered
seeing assistants filling up the shelves. Angel’s questing fingers were
making her pant, and she rocked her hips urgently against him.
“Easy,” Angel’s sensual voice said against her throat.
“All they will see, Buffy, is what you let them see.”
body clenched at the thrusting of Angel’s fingers, distracting her,
and she tried to comprehend what he was saying to her.
“Look up,” he whispered, his fingers making little
circular movements over her nipple.
Buffy did as she was told, and sucked in a deep breath.
Above them was a security mirror, but what made her gasp was the fact that
she stood in it, alone. She looked a little… hot, but there was no evidence
of Angel, and the cabinet hid her rucked up skirt.
“Oh, god…” she moaned, the sensations of Angel’s hands
making her skin tingle and jerk with pleasure; but Angel was not reflected
in the mirror, and it was surreal to feel his touch so intimately, but not
She leant forward, needing the stability of the cabinet
as Angel’s lips tickled at her neck, and his hands brought wonderful waves
of pleasure to her body. As she neared orgasm, she tried to quell the
overwhelming urge to cry out, and instead bit on her lower lip to keep
“They’re going to think I’m having a seizure,” she
grumbled between clenched teeth, pushing her hips urgently back at him, and
feeling his erection pressing against her bottom.
But Angel’s fingers were unrelenting, knowing exactly
how to arouse her; and then, the growing ache in her womb suddenly turned
to white fire, spreading rapidly through her limbs and making her slam back
against her tormentor and momentarily forget about discretion.
“Good, Buffy?” he whispered, his hands dropping back
round her waist, and he watched with smugness as she slowly regained her
“Pig,” she whimpered, a little pissed with the ease that
he had controlled her body. His slightly arrogant smile didn’t help either,
and she added, “You know I’m gonna get you back, don’t you?”
Angel chuckled, low and deep, sending another stab of
desire to her gut, and said, “I can’t wait.”
Buffy retrieved her abandoned basket from the cabinet,
and they went to pay for their purchases. Angel was irritatingly amused by
her embarrassment, and her subsequent awkwardness with the assistants, and
it was with some relief for her when they emerged from the store.
“I’m never gonna be able to go in there again,” she
started to say, but Angel was turning her to face him, and she welcomed his
soft kiss, wrapping her arm round his neck and moulding her body to his.
Angel’s hands pressed against her back, drawing her
closer and deepened the kiss at the same time. Buffy couldn’t help pushing
tighter against his body, responding to Angel’s kiss with an intensity of
her own. When the kiss ended, they breathlessly pulled apart and Buffy
stepped back, putting space between them.
“I’m hungry,” she announced with a smile as she dropped
the grocery bag on the back seat. “You might not need to eat, but I
do. So, where’s this place you want to take me to?”
Angel took a moment to appreciate the delectable curve
of her hips as she leant into the car, and tried to form a coherent answer
to her question.
“About twenty minutes drive from here. You think you can
stave off starvation for that long?”
Buffy gave him a cheerful smile and got in the car. Angel
took that to mean yes, and got in with her. The drive to the beach was
conducted in companionable silence, and Angel appreciated the fact that for
a large percentage of the journey, Buffy’s hand rubbed happily against his
Angel stopped the car next to a track that trailed down
to the sea. Buffy reclaimed her groceries from the back seat of the car and
Angel produced a rug for them to sit on. He took her hand, and they made
their way carefully down the track.
Buffy stopped when they were partway down the track, and
turned her attention to her surroundings. She could see the surf rolling
across the smooth sand before slithering gently back again. Further along,
where a pair of imposing boulders stood watch over the ocean, the waves
thumped against the rock, sending spray surging skyward.
Buffy closed her eyes, wanting to experience the scene
before her. She could feel the breeze worrying her hair, and smell the
unique salty odour of the sea. She loved the soft shushing sound that the
water made as it scurried across the beach and dragged itself lazily back
She was dimly aware of Angel moving closer, and when he
stood beside her and ran his arm round her waist, she opened her eyes and
looked up at him.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, awed by such a huge
expanse of water.
“Yeah,” he replied, and something in his voice made her
look closer at him. She’d heard that vampires feel connected to the earth,
and she wondered if the sea aroused such a sense of vastness in her, what
must it feel like to Angel?
Angel stirred, perhaps sensing her gaze on him, and gave
her one of his quirky smiles. He took her hand again, because there wasn’t
room on the track for both of them to descend together, and led her down to
He let Buffy choose where she wanted to sit, and they
stretched out the rug on the dry sand and sat down.
Buffy began pulling food items from her bag and laying
them on the rug. She didn’t like to eat alone and so had bought some things
for Angel too. While the food wouldn’t actually nourish him, he enjoyed the
texture of some of the items, and he liked to maintain the illusion of
being a normal person.
Buffy broke off a piece of bread and gave it to Angel,
and tried not to stare as he actually ate it. They talked while they ate;
discussing everything that had happened since the last time they’d had one
of their secret meetings. Angel enjoyed feeding Buffy the little grapes,
and she made him smile by repaying the compliment and popping the tiny
fruit singularly into his mouth.
When Buffy had eaten enough, she pushed the remains of
the food back into the bag, and scooted closer to Angel.
He snaked an arm round her shoulders and rolled her so
that she was lying under him on the blanket. Buffy giggled, placing her
hands against his chest and prepared to push him away. Instead, Angel planted a gentle
kiss on her lips, and she found herself responding to him.
When the kiss ended, Angel rested himself on one elbow
so that he could look at her. She was so beautiful that he couldn’t resist
touching her, running his fingers slowly over her face, almost as though he
wanted to prove that she was real.
Buffy sighed. This felt so good, lying here with Angel,
and with the soft sounds of the ocean playing in the background. Angel
shifted his body to cover hers, and Buffy’s breath caught with the sheer
presence of him. Angel kissed her again, a searching kiss, and she wrapped
her arms eagerly round his large frame and marvelled at how right he
felt, nestling between her spread thighs.
For Angel, it was almost too much. He wanted her so
badly, and he was so close to being inside her, but he knew that it wasn’t
an option for them. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him; her legs
came up to straddle his waist, thankfully removing the friction of her body
pressing unbearably against his erection.
Buffy now had the upper position, and she took advantage
of it, attacking his mouth in an almost savage kiss. Angel’s hands ventured
under her shirt, roaming restlessly over her smooth skin; and when the kiss
ended, they were both panting heavily.
“I think we should go for a walk,” Angel suggested
unsteadily. Buffy was about to protest, but she understood the reasoning
behind his idea and she reluctantly agreed.
They strolled arm-in-arm alongside the water’s edge, the
wet sand bathed in the soft glow of the moon. Every so often they stopped
to share a kiss or an embrace, and without any prior agreement, they found
themselves making for the larger of the two rocks that dominated the little
cove they were in.
The kisses were becoming more urgent, more passionate,
and Angel knew that if they didn’t stop this, they were going to be in
trouble. He pulled back, but Buffy had other ideas and she swung him round,
pushing him up against the boulder.
She silenced him with a kiss so hot he could feel his
skin burning, and he groaned.
“Buffy…” he tried again desperately, but she replied
gently, “It’s okay, Angel… trust me?”
Angel swallowed harshly, and nodded his head once. He didn’t answer, couldn’t quite
trust his voice not to give away how much he wanted her; but he did trust
her, and when their lips met again he figured that as long as one of them
was in control, they might as well enjoy it.
She slid away from him, her mouth tracing a path down
over his chin and throat, where she stopped to pay particular attention to
So aroused was he by her concentration on his throat, he
almost missed her hands as they deftly unfastened his belt buckle. Almost.
His cock swelled further in anticipation as Buffy pulled down the zip of
his jeans and pushed her hand inside. She found his erection straining
beneath the soft fabric of his boxers, and freed it from the confines of
his clothes. All this time, Buffy had been kissing his throat and face, and
was now urgently exploring his mouth and making him moan with want.
Angel grabbed the back of her head, forcing her mouth
hard against his, so overwhelmed with desire that he wasn’t even aware of
his actions. When he released her, she gave him a seductive smile and sank
slowly to her knees.
Oh, yesssssssss… He’d hoped that this was what
she’d had in mind, but still, having her actually do it, feeling the
wet heat of her mouth engulf him, was almost too much to take.
He loved to watch her busily at work, and the sight of
her blonde head bobbing in front of him only added to the pleasure. He
placed a hand on the blonde tresses, and she immediately stopped and sat
back on her heels; though her hand stayed wrapped round his erection,
massaging him gently.
What? He thought distractedly. What’d I do
“No touching,” she told him sternly.
Angel blinked. “But I… want to touch you.” Buffy resisted
a smile, because his plaintive moan made him sound so much like a
“No.” She repeated firmly, and then explained, “You’ve
been naughty. You don’t get to touch.”
Naughty? Angel was confused, then realisation
dawned and he gave her grudging smile.
‘You know I’m going to get you back, don’t you?’
“What happens if I forget?” he wanted to know.
“I stop,” she told him wickedly. “And you don’t
get to come in my mouth.”
She felt his cock jerk slightly in her hand, and knew
that she had excited him. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” he said carefully.
“I want…” he cleared his throat, and said, “I want to
come in your mouth.”
She felt him twitch again, but she almost missed it
because of the clenching in her womb that she experienced at his words, and
she wondered which of them was the most aroused.
“Good,” she replied, bending forward to run her tongue
along the length of his shaft. She repeated the action over and over, and
then began lapping at him like a thirsty cat.
Angel groaned, clenching his hands so tightly, his
fingernails dug deep into the palms of his hands. It took all his
self-control not to grab her and hold her still so that he could surge
forward and make her suck him.
Buffy gave the head of his cock a wet kiss before
opening her mouth and letting him slide slowly in. Angel groaned again, one
hand jerking as though he couldn’t quite control it, and Buffy knew full
well what effect she was having on him. Angel loved to hold and caress her
head when she went down on him, and to be deprived of that pleasure must be
sweet torture for him.
Angel suddenly unclenched his hands and leant back
against the rock. He used his hands to push against the rock and leant on
them. Now that his arms were effectively supporting his body, it was
impossible for him to touch her; but the movement had the consequence of
pushing his hips out toward her. She was driving him crazy, and it was all
he could do not to push faster into her mouth.
Buffy knew that he was close to losing control, and she
increased her speed accordingly; she felt him shudder and tried to take him
No longer able to stop himself, Angel pushed forward,
his movements jerky as he sought release. By now, he really wanted to
come, but he was afraid that she would stop if he touched her and his hands
gripped harder on the rock.
In truth, Buffy was so aroused herself that she wouldn’t
have stopped whatever he did, but Angel didn’t know that. She grabbed at
his ass, digging her nails hard into the naked skin, taking him as fast and
deeply as she could. And then he was over he edge, spilling into her mouth
and forcing her to swallow rapidly, until his body stopped jerking and he
Buffy sat back on her heels and wiped at her mouth. Angel let go of the rock and stood
“You know you’re really good at that, don’t you?”
he said shakily.
Buffy smiled happily. She always found it amazing that
she could reduce such a powerful man to a quivering heap, and she hadn’t
even needed her super-powers to do it.
Buffy stood up and waited until Angel was ready to join
her. He took her hand and they started a leisurely walk back to the picnic
“Let’s go back to the hotel,” Buffy suggested. Angel agreed,
and he rolled up the rug while Buffy picked up the bag with the groceries
By unspoken agreement they wandered across the beach
together, Buffy tucked neatly against Angel’s shoulder. There was no need
for haste because they had all weekend together; A few precious hours
snatched away from duty and darkness.
At the edge of the track, Buffy paused, raising her face
up to Angel's expectantly. He drew her closer, leaning down to taste her
sweet and welcoming lips, and felt her heart fluttering against his chest.
When the soft kiss finally ended, Angel's hand found
hers and he guided her back up the track towards his car.
Buffy followed contentedly, finally feeling at peace
with the world; Angel was her equal, the only one who could relax her and
make her feel safe. She sighed, and he smiled to himself in the moonlight.
Tonight there would be no nightmares, no loneliness;
with Buffy curled up in his protective embrace, there would be only peace.
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