Shopping Gone Horny
Written by Angela
Angel looked around and wished someone would just kill him and put him out of his misery. (Why the hell do I have to be here?) When Buffy said she would need a dress for the Christmas party at Willow's house in a few weeks, he felt the dread sink into his soul then, and it only worsened since he had arrived at this God-awful place. This was worse than Hell...
"Angel, come on now! You promised you would help me look!" Buffy glared at him as they walked hand and hand down the aisles.
"I know." Angel grumbled deep from his throat.
"Well then, look and don't think I don't see you rolling your eyes. Stop it!"
"Buffy I don't understand why you can't just wear what you have all ready in your closet. You must have tons of dresses in there."
Buffy sighed, exasperated. "You have yet to comprehend the concept of Christmas parties of the 20th century Angel. You can't expect me to just go in an *old* outfit! That is just *so* passe. I *have* to have a new one! Ugh, do I have to explain everything to you? Do you get it now?"
(Uh...no.) He shook his head, uttering some comment under his breath. This was just going to be the worse day of his undead life...
* * *
"How bout this one?" Buffy held up a maroon, short little dress from out of the rack.
Angel looked from where he was standing and shrugged. "It's nice."
Buffy gave a little sound of disgust. "You've said that about every single one I've showed you. Show a little enthusiasm here!"
"Well what do you expect me to say? I think anything you put on would look nice on you Honey. Actually, you look nice with *nothing* on as well." He gave her a little smirk, raising his eyebrows in flirtation.
Buffy giggled and gave him a sexy grin. "You think of nothing else, do you?" She mocked him.
"With you around?" He asked incredulously. "Never!"
She started to laugh. She started to flip through the rack again and suddenly grinned.
"Ok, you think this one is 'nice' as well?" Buffy smiled as she held up a beaded strapless bright-red thing that had a huge snowflake right on the front.
Angel laughed right out loud and feigned a shutter. "Ok, that- whatever you want to call it-is one I'm going to say no to for sure! Good God, who in their right mind would wear that?"
Buffy giggled. "I don't think someone would have a mind, let alone a right one, if they wore this little get-up."
Angel chuckled and went back to shuffling through the endless racks. Buffy suddenly shifted her gaze from Angel and something else caught her eye. She smirked mischievously, and putting the dress back in the abyss of clothes bounded over across the other side of the aisle. Angel sighed, about to say the hell to this shit. They had been shopping for hours, finding nothing. He turned around to tell Buffy that he would not spend another minute being tortured to death. But when he turned around she was not to be found.
"Buffy." Angel called out, shifting his gaze to every direction.
"Hey Angel, over here!"
He turned to where her voice sounded out to him and found her across the way, smiling, holding on to a piece of clothing he couldn't see very well from where he was standing. He noticed where she was standing though and smirked. The lingerie section. He shook his head and made his way over to her.
"Buffy what are you doing in here? We are supposed to be looking for a dress for you, not entertainment for me." He admonished, teasing her.
"What do you think of this one for Will's party Honey?" She giggled as she held up a baby-doll top that had black-velvet thin straps and cups, and flyaway, sheer nylon flaps towards the bottom. It came with a small black-velvet thong. Angel heard himself almost moan out loud, just imagining her in that. (With her bottom wiggling...exposed...being able to touch...caress black-velvet covered breast-HOLD IT! God, I'm going to kill myself here if I keep thinking like that...)
He pulled himself together and gave her a little grin. "Well I can tell you one thing. I'd definitely be all *up* for it."
Buffy's grinned widened in comprehension. "Oh, I'm sure you would."
"Baby, don't you think you'll be a little cold in that?" He said, continuing his teasing.
"I could wear a jacket..." She whispered sensuously, gazing up at him through her lashes.
"Well," He started, dropping his voice to a low growl. "I'd really have to see it on you to make the proper judgements." He grinned.
She smiled and gave a little laugh. "You know though, Xander is going to be there. I don't think-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, Angel quickly grabbed the little piece and threw it back into the rack, with a possessive growl. "Well then, you can just forget that idea!"
She started laughing as he dragged her by the hand back to the dress section.
He gave her a stern look. "Come on will ya? I don't want to be here anymore than I have to. I'm going insane." He smiled. "Anymore time here and I'll have to bring in a rifle and blow all the cashiers away, shouting something like, 'Why Buffy, for the love of God, why?'" He looked over at her and grinned.
She laughed. "Oh, then I could be your accomplice!"
Angel joined her in her joking. "Only if you promise to wear that little Baby-doll number."
She giggled, saying, "Ok. You know, I bet that black-velvet would go nicely with a handgun. I could hide it in the thong."
Angel chuckled, shaking his head gently. "All right, enough with the fantasy talk Missy. Go get a dress all ready!" His voice had become firm, but his smile said otherwise as he slapped her gently on the butt, moving her toward the racks.
"You keep slapping me like that and I'll go even slower just to piss you off." She gave him a wicked grin as she started to look.
Angel rolled his eyes and gave a little chuckle. She could be such a pain in the ass sometimes...
* * *
"So what do you think?" Buffy came out of the dressing room in a beautiful, deep dark purple, long-flowing silk dress. It had spaghetti straps and had no back. She spun around for effect. Angel was captivated. The dress really did look fabulous on her. It brought out her blue eyes, giving them a certain glow. (God, she was gorgeous. How in the hell did this happen to me?)
"You're utterly enchanting." He smiled at her lovingly.
She blushed a little and grinned. "Why thank you, kind sir," She said in a fake English accent.
Angel laughed, and taking her hand, kissed it gently on the knuckle, his eyes never leaving hers. Buffy smiled and then took her hand away suddenly and grinned excitedly.
"Ok, I'm getting this one." She did a little dance, always happy to buy something new.
Angel looked up toward the ceiling and let out a long-built up sigh. "Thank you," He muttered under his breath.
Buffy shot him a glare as she was walking back in the room. "I heard that!"
"What? I didn't say anything." He gave her an innocent grin.
"Yea right." She mumbled, rolled her eyes. She walked out of view as she headed to get changed.
Angel sat down on a near-by chair and jiggled his leg to amuse himself, waiting for Buffy to finish dressing. After a few moments he suddenly heard her calling to him.
"Angel, Sweetie!"
"What?" He called back, as he got up and peered around the corner, not really sure of how far back the dressing room went. The girl who counted the articles of clothing a person had sat at the desk there and smiled knowingly up at him. He smiled back and said with a shake of his head,
"My girlfriend, always the exhibitionist."
She gave a little laugh and nodded, understanding.
Buffy's voice filled the air again. "Can you come here? I can't get the zipper!"
"Buffy! I can't go into a woman's dressing room," Angel answered.
"But I can't reach the zipper! PLEASSSSE!"
Angel looked at the girl and smiled, a little embarrassed. But she only nodded at him, gesturing for him that it was ok that he go back.
"Thanks," he said. There were only two shut doors from what Angel could tell. So only one other person was in there besides Buffy. Problem was he didn't know which door to knock on. Both were spread out wide from each other, reaching across the other side of the room. A hand suddenly appeared over one of them and ushered him over. Angel walked carefully over and gave a slight knock.
"Buffy?" He whispered.
"Come in." was the only reply
Angel sighed and proceeded to push back the door.
All right, so what's the prob...lem..." His trailed off as he opened the door and saw Buffy standing there with that sexy grin of hers, gazing up at him. There she was, smirking at him, and in that little sexy number that she had showed him in the lingerie section only a little while ago. Angel shook his head in utter disbelieve, trying to wake himself of this dream, but again, not really wanting to at all. (Oh. My. God. Ok, ok, gotta remain calm here... Just try and get her to---oh God! I'm *so* screwed! Literally!)
"Uhhh..." was all he could muster out of his almost drooling mouth.
Buffy continued to grin at him mercilessly. She giggled a little.
"Guess you like huh?" She gazed at him.
Angel, finally finding his voice after several moments of staring asked,
"Wh--ere--where did--uh--you get that?"
"You know where I got it Baby."
"Yeees, but how did it get on *you*, is what I meant? Last time I saw that it was safely on the rack..."
Her grin got powerfully wicked and sinful "I know. I went back and got it, silly."
"Whyyy?" His syllables were drawn-out slowly as he stared at her in shock.
"Because I wanted to give you a little gift for being so patient and for coming with me today."
"Ok. I'm all for that. Don't get me wrong. But here??!! I mean, right *NOW*??" He stared at her incredulously.
"Why not?" Buffy giggled innocently.
"Um, because Honey, if you haven't really noticed, we're sort of surrounded by people and in," his voice dropped to a growling whisper as he continued. "a politically-correct public forum!"
"Oh Angel, don't be so childish! It's not a big deal really." Buffy mocked him.
This only caused him to stare at her more, not believing what she was doing to him. She spun around slowly, giving him an eye-full. He clenched onto the top of the door to keep from falling over. She pulled apart the flaps a little to give him a better view of her abdomen.
(Ok, gotta stop this right now... DAMN IT! I really don't want to... No! Have to!...) "Buffy please, don't do that. You know it only does stuff to me, like bad, bad stuff, and stuff we shouldn't be doing here."
"How come?" She pouted, sticking out her beautiful lips and driving him crazy. Damn it, he was losing it here...
"Beca---"
"Angel, stop your yacking and get your hot, soon-to-be-fucked- mercilessly dick in here!" With that she yanked him inside quicker than he could blink, and locked the door. She slammed him up against the mirror with a loud bang. His head was in a little pain, but not enough to have him really notice, since his mind was pretty much focused elsewhere. She rubbed up against his body and kissed him full of passion. She slid her tongue into his mouth playing with it for only several moments, giving him just a quick taste before she dropped to her knees in front of him and lightly raked her fingernails over his erection. He moaned loudly before he could stop himself. She kissed it through his pants and rubbed her face affectionately against him.
"Oh Angel," she whispered, followed by a sexy moan. She gazed up at him, with lustful eyes. His hands went down to cup her face and stroke her checks as he stared back at her. Her hands slid around his waist and drifted lower to gently squeeze his ass. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and lightly licked at her object of desire, and she closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to suck at it just a little. However, those "little" sucks were enough to make Angel throw back his head against the glass, again creating a loud noise, and raged out a deep groan from his throat. (God, if she kept this up I'm going to come right through my pants!)
"Oh God Baby...you make me...feel so good." He said in-between heavy breaths. She looked up at him, smiling. His eyes were clenched tightly, his mouth breathing out irregular pants and sighs.
(Only I can make him lose control. And I love it!) Her hands went up to unbutton his pants and she took the zipper in-between her teeth and pulled down slowly. She gave a little tug and pulled down his pants and silk boxers to his ankles. He got off his shoes and kicked his pants and boxers out of the way. She went back to his hardness and cupped it in her hands, stroking it hard and slow. He couldn't help but thrust toward her little, soft hands. She flattened her tongue and licked him underneath his shaft, from base to tip. When she came to the head she sucked slowly, encompassing it in her hot, wet mouth, rolling her tongue around it. He gripped the back of her head and held her, hair entangled in his shaking hands. She proceeded to suck up and down along his penis, not being able to take his huge size all at once, but that never stopping her from giving it her all.
"Buffy...Baby...stop..." Angel said, keeping his voice low. He tried to pull up her head up to look at him, but was met only with a grunt by her from being disturbed in her debaucheries. He pulled her a little harder. "Buffy, I--I don't...want to come...in your mouth...this time... I want..." She pulled away and looked up at him with a little smirk.
"What do you want?" She smiled "If you don't want to come in my mouth, where do you want to?" She teased him, knowing she knew *exactly* where.
As if he read her mind he answered in a husky voice,
"You know where..." She stood up and wrapped her legs around his hips. He turned around quickly and pushed her into the wall forcefully. He unwrapped her legs from his waist and slid down her legs, meeting her sex head on.
"Hey! I thought you wanted..."
"Yea... Changed my mind... I can wait...for now." He grinned up at her. His hands reached behind her and caress her bottom before slipping a finger between her butt to grab the string hidden there. He pulled the soaked article from her body. He slyly raised one of his hands to the top, sliding it under the nylon and caressing her stomach. His mouth went to her opening simultaneously and pushed her wet lips open, nudging his way inside. He eased his tongue inside her wetness and pushed in as far as possible. He brought her to the brink, thrusting his tongue relentlessly in and out of her.
"Oh God! Yeeeesss, pleasssse, oh God, yes!" He heard Buffy gasping and panting somewhere up above him.
Then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore he pulled out of her and sucked at her clit, nursing it. He then proceeded to lick and suck all her juices from her as she bucked into him. She came quite suddenly, gasping and crying out his name over and over.
His hand went up to try and cover her mouth. "Shhh Baby, not so loud." He whispered. She tried to calm down but it was impossible. She could barely remember her own name, let alone not to be loud. Luckily his hand caught most of her waves of orgasm; his mouth getting the rest. After she had calmed down some he tugged on the material at the valley between her breasts, pulling her down gently to meet him on his knees. Once there she kissed his mouth again, tasting herself pungently on his tongue. She started to run her hands up under his shirt to play with his nipples, running her fingers over the circles of flesh, tugging at the hard little nubs. He groaned and pulled down the straps of her top, kissing each little area of skin exposed. He finally revealed her pert tits, grinning at the site of them. He lowered his head and caught one in his mouth, sucking hard. She threw back her head and grunted from her throat.
"Oh Angel...please, I can't take much more of this. God, make me come again...fuck me, please!" He stood back up and pushed her roughly against the mirror, she instinctively wrapping her legs around his hips, as he slid into her hot entrance. He bucked into her sharply, banging her form loudly against the glass, making her scream any and every thought that came to her.
"OH GOD!! I LOVE SHOPPING! GOD, HAVE TO DO THIS MORE OFTEN! OOOHHH!! I LOVE...THIS!"
He groaned loudly with every thrust, both of them making quite a show. But all of that didn't really register for the two of them. They were in Heaven with only each other...
* * *
The woman down the way, in the other stall, listened to all the banging and cries of a woman who obviously drank too much coffee in the morning. She sighed. She hated this shopping crap. And what was worse, it sounded like that woman down there got a really good dress (had to be to make her scream like that) and all she could find was that her hips were too big and she desperately needed to lose wait. Angel? Wasn't that a fashion designer? Hmm, she thought it was... What was that banging noise? Was she dancing over it or something? Sounded like it. (I wonder where she found that little crowd pleaser...)
* * *
The girl at the desk sat there and listened to the whole damn thing-as if she could try not to-with the biggest smirk on her face. (Oh my God! They're actually having sex!) Holy shit, she had to call Liz! She picked up the phone and dialed the cashiers' desk.
"Hello?"
"LIZ!"
"Jen, what's the matter? You know Dickhead's going to have a fucking cow if he catches us talking on the phone again so this better be good!"
"OHMYGOD! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!!" She automatically lowered her voice so the two nymphos wouldn't hear her. "Some hottie is fucking some blondie in the dressing room right now!!"
"WHAT!?" Liz practically choked. "Are you fucking serious?"
"I. Swear. To. God."
"Oh my God!!"
"I KNOW! Fuck, I thought that shit only happened in books and movies! But it's really happening, and on *my* shift!"
Liz was in hysterics. "God, calm down! What the hell? The girl must be some kind of fucking slut!"
"NOO! She ain't! I swear Liz, if you saw this guy! I can't blame the girl! Damn, this guy is *so* fucking hot!! I saw him and let me tell you! If I had a boyfriend that looked as fuckable as that cutie did then I'd be fucking him non-stop in the dressing room too."
"Oh God! Don't let Jim hear you say that! Really? He's that hot huh?"
"YEEESS!! You gotta come over here and see this piece of hunk!"
"All right, let me...Oh Shit! Dickhead is coming this way! Looks like I won't be able to come and see him after all. I gotta go. Damn! I really wanted to see him too!" With that Liz hung up before her manager, Brian saw her.
Jen could still hear them going at it like dogs in heat as she hung up the phone. (Jesus, the guy must have, like some sort of super-human strength complex to him. God, is it any wonder why I love this job so much?)
* * *
Buffy came again, shouting his name in utter pleasure, as Angel came with her, giving her one final hard thrust while he morphed into true form with a growl, and brought his lips to her tender neck and bit down, drinking her greedily, yet gently. They both stood there still connected, as Angel licked the wound closed, and Buffy tried to slow her breathing down after their little extravaganza. Angel's face slowly shifted back to human guise as he pulled back from her. He finally caught sight of her smirking lips.
"God, look what you put me through." Angel said, grinning, going back to nuzzling her neck.
"ME?! Oh, so I'm to blame huh? Yea, that's right, always me..."
He laughed and moved his lips up to her tiny ear, which he began to suckle, the tickling sensation of it causing her to wiggle and pushed her body against him. He suddenly stopped when he felt her warm body move on his manhood, her legs gripping him tightly around his waist, arousing him all over again. He finally gathered enough will power to pull out of her slowly, causing her to shake and moan a little. He brought his forehead to hers and whispered sweetly,
"I love you Buffy."
The curves of her lips created a lopsided smile. She looked deeply into those dark intense eyes she adored so much and whispered back,
"Forever and always." She kissed his lips softly.
They began to dress, smiling at each other the whole time.
"Well I guess we should get this now too huh?" Buffy smiled as she held up the baby-doll number.
"Well unless you want to put it back, but I rather think that's highly unsanitary, especially after you've...well ya know, all over it." Angel chuckled.
"EWWW! That's disgusting!"
"Well you brought it up!"
Buffy sighed, while rolling her eyes teasingly. "Always blaming me for something. Like I said, never *your* fault..." She muttered.
Angel grabbed her around her waist and pulled her tightly to his chest, her butt pushing into his only slight arousal. So far anyway. (I'll have to take care of that as soon as we get home,) she thought grinning. He pushed her hair to the side as he put his lips to kiss the nape of her neck.
"That's cause you're *so* bad. Maybe I should spank you..." He whispered in her ear, the brushing of his lips making her to giggle in delight.
Buffy suddenly gave a sound of feigned disgust and slapped him on his arm playfully as he chuckled. "Come on, let's go."
As they got to the front of the dressing rooms, the girl sitting at the desk had the biggest smile on her face. (Ok Jen, just don't look at their faces and everything should be fine. Just don't laugh...) She told herself over and over.
The girl cleared her throat before speaking, talking rather fast. "Find everything ok?" She sounded like she was on the verge of tears almost Angel thought. She suddenly let out a snicker but covered it up quickly by pretending to cough. Angel looked at Buffy, giving her an abolishing "I-Told-You-So" glare. But Buffy merely smiled politely at the girl who was near hysterics.
"Yes, thank you for your facilities."
The girl looked at her and smirked "Anytime." She simply stated.
"YOU SEE?" Angel hissed at Buffy as they made their way up to the front of the store with the dress and lingerie.
"Oh, it's only one girl that knows. Big whoop."
Angel just rolled his eyes, hoping to be out of this damn place *very* soon.
When they up to the cashier's desk she was on the phone. It looked like the girl recognized them or something as they placed the clothing on the counter there.
"Ok Jen, gotta go. Uh-huh...yea...got um, customers..."
The cashier stared at the black-velvet article as if it would jump out at her. She carefully rung up the dress and then proceeded to just stare at the other article.
"Um, yes, we want that too." Buffy prodded her, looking at her strangely.
"Well you see, um, I don't want to touch that to ring it up. I don't um, really, uh, know where it's been." The girl let out a little snicker.
Angel put his hand up to his head and slapped it, degrading himself for getting into this mess. (UGH!) He looked over at Buffy, who looked just as embarrassed and sheepish as he did. Finally, after much turmoil and ridicule, Buffy herself ran it through the register and slipped it into the bag and they were finally on their way. As they walked out to Angel's car Buffy started to giggle.
"And what the *hell* do you think is so funny little girl?" Angel demanded.
Buffy just looked over at him and nearly fell over. The look on his face was priceless. "I'm just thinking of that girl's face. You have to admit it was pretty funny."
"Uh-huh..." Angel muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "I'm never ever, ever going shopping with you again! You can just forget it!"
"But why! I thought you had fun! I was planning on doing that like every time now! I thought we'd make it like a tradition." Buffy feigned a sniffle but ruined the effect by snickering.
Angel sighed. Even though he knew, deep down, this had been a *most* pleasurable experience, he also knew he never wanted it to happen again! (Well at least not for a little while anyway...) He looked over at her swinging the plastic bag in the air and giggling like a schoolgirl. He gave a silent chuckle. She really was a pain in the ass at times... But he was hopelessly in love with her, so he didn't have a choice but to not care one little bit.
The End
(All right kiddies, this is a lesson to all of you out there. Do *not*, unless you really *really* have to, have sex in public! Because, as you can see, it can end up rather badly at times.) :)