Reclamation Series
Written by Ginger
He
had watched the building for days, watched the comings and goings. Knew who was
there, when they arrived, when they left and could even predict when they would
be back.
He had watched unmoving and silently. He always appeared shortly after sunset,
sitting in the café across the street, sipping for endless hours on Bianco Capena, ignoring the
waiters that would rant in Italian, waving them off with wads of Euros. Money
talked no matter what country you were in. Daybreak would find him safely
ensconced in the rooms above the café.
Timing was everything.
He had instinctively known that tonight would be the night, even before he
watched everyone but her leave as twilight became night. The hours had passed,
minutes ticking by slowly.
To the casual observer on the street he was a well dressed, relaxed, if
somewhat pale young man. Brown hair carefully styled with gel, simple black
pants, and a simple ruby silk shirt worn somewhat defiantly in spite of the
Roman heat.
His eyes were what made most women take another look. Deep brown and piercing,
they seemed to be searching for something, or rather someone. Hungry and
predatory they took in the world before them and more than one woman lingered
as they walked by, hoping to catch the attention of the intense man sitting
alone.
Angel ignored them all, as if they didn’t exist.
Inside he felt himself trembling with anticipation. For too long he had put
this off, wanting to give her space. He had waited long enough.
Just a few short days ago, he had stood in the ruin of Wolfram and Hart, slain
dragon at his feet, when they had come to him. Given him what he had signed
away. The others had asked him what he was going to do now. In that instant he
had known.
He wondered if she had felt his presence yet. He had caught sight of her one
night, looking searchingly out of her window. Green eyes seemed to pierce him
through the blackness of the night where he sat in the shadows. She had not sought
him out though.
So he had waited.
He did not want their first meeting to have words. Words led to
rationalizations, to talking. He knew he would have to catch her completely
unaware and alone, uninterrupted. He could show her much better than he could
tell her how he felt, words would not be adequate. He wanted her defences down.
Rising, he threw more Euros on the table and started making his way across the
street. He knew Buffy was alone, asleep and alone at last. Everyone had left
the apartment hours ago and he had watched until he was sure she was asleep.
Letting himself into the apartment was a simple and silent matter and he did
this swiftly, thankful that he did not have to worry about an invitation.
Andrew had finally shown some use for something.
The apartment was in full dark, and his eyes adjusted swiftly as he moved
cautiously, trying not to make any noise. A soft cry came to his ears and he
recognized it instantly. Moving in the direction it came from he strained his
ears, trying to determine if she was awake. His hand was on the doorknob when
he heard another cry from within, full of passion and longing. Angel felt a
surge of jealousy, was she not alone? Trembling with effort to control the
almost blinding rage that threatened to consume him he opened the door slowly.
Angel stepped in the room slowly and was relieved to see that she was alone.
The window was open and a light breeze caught the gauzy white sheers that fell
softly to the floor. The breeze allowed the moonlight to shine on the lone
figure in the bed and Angel caught his unneeded breath at the vision in front
of him.
Buffy lay with on a massive bed covered in a mix of red velvets and satins,
covers long since kicked off during the hot
In sharp contrast to the deep red she wore a cream coloured
confection of delight that showed off her tanned body splendidly and as his
eyes roamed appreciatively he speculated when it was that she had abandoned the
t-shirts and boxers in favour of these more seductive
and sensual fabrics. The nightgown, if it could be called that, came to just
above where a tiny scrap of material that he had heard were called
‘thongs’ lay covering the blonde nest of curls he knew was there.
Other than a ribbon holding the front of the gown closed beneath the round
globes of her firm breasts, it was unadorned. She was glorious, his warrior
goddess and his cock hardened urgently as his hands itched to caress that
perfect body that lay before him.
He moved towards her, intent, stalking her when another moan, more urgent, more
longing and fiery brought him up short at the foot of her bed, as the breeze
wafted the scent of her arousal. His lover was having an erotic dream! Who
could be bringing her such pleasure in her dreams, he wondered?
“Angel…..” came the whispered sigh from her lips, erasing any
doubts if he was doing the right thing from his mind. Masculine pride surged
through him as he smiled, contentedly. She had not forgotten him, and she would
be rewarded for that, tenfold.
As he stood watching her, her hand roamed her body as his ached to do and he
licked his lips in anticipation, yet he was almost loath to disrupt the picture
his diminutive mate made as she began to writhe on the sheets. He heard her
heartbeat speed up as her breath came in short pants and his name began to fall
from her lips in an unending chant. His cock throbbed in time to her words as
he began to shed his clothes, knowing he could not stand to be this close to
her and not touching her for much longer. Running his hand soothingly over his
aching cock, he had to squeeze himself tightly in an effort not to cum as she
reached her climax and screamed his name in sheer ecstasy.
Cautiously, he slid himself down beside her and propped himself up on one
elbow. Her face was slightly flushed as she still slumbered and the air was heavy
with her scent and he drank it in greedily. Reaching out he moved a tendril of
hair that lay across her face. Tracing her jaw line with one finger he moved
slowly down to the tip of one of her breasts, where her nipple immediately
hardened at his touch. Tugging gently on the nipple he was rewarded with a moan
as she pushed up into his hand, silently begging for more. Leaning over, he
took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently as he teased the other one to
attention. With blunt teeth he nipped and teased and smiled against the fabric
as he heard her pulse speed up once more. His hand left her other breast and
tugged on the ribbon that held the gown closed. Pushing the fabric away, he
laved his tongue over her exposed nipple as his other hand returned to tease
and tug on the other.
“Angel?” his attentions were stilled by her somewhat groggy voice.
Pulling himself away he looked into her sleepy green eyes staring questioningly
into his brown ones.
“Shh, talk later,” he replied as he
leaned in to capture her lips in a bruising and passionate kiss.
His lips devoured hers as he pulled her into his arms and she came willingly,
meeting his kisses with a passion as demanding as his own. Her arms came up to
hold him to her and her tongue met his in a duel for dominance. He nipped at
her bottom lip and received the same from her as he pressed himself against
her, letting her feel his desire. She groaned as she felt his hard cock
pressing against her thigh and renewed her own assault on his lips, her hands roaming
his back, as though she were trying to memorize him.
Angel kissed his way to her neck as his own hand followed the swell of her hips
down. He pushed the fabric of her thong to the side as he sought what lay
hidden beneath it and she parted her thighs willingly, offering a small groan
of encouragement. He found her hot and wet, and as his fingers found the hard
nub, he nipped his mark. She yelped and thrust her hips at him, grinding
herself against his fingers. Angel concentrated on the nub working it faster
and harder as she flung her head back, her wordless cries of passion growing in
pitch steadily. Plunging first one then another finger inside her fiery core he
pumped mercilessly, egging her on in her excitement, feeling her walls tremble
around his fingers as her climax approached. Pulling his fingers out of her, he
ignored the cry of frustration and disappointment at his abandonment of her
need. Moving swiftly down the length of her body, he parted her legs further,
grasping the thong with one hand, he ripped it from her, growling in triumph as
she lay open to him, to his need, to his every desire and whim. Dipping his
head, he ran his tongue along her nether lips, keeping away from her sensitive
spots. Buffy groaned and reached down to grasp his head in an attempt to keep
him where she needed his attentions most. He growled again in warning and kept
up his teasing attack, his tongue flickering teasingly on her clit, restraining
a chuckle as she again tried to force the issue with him.
“Please…” she begged as his fingers joined his tongue in her
sweet torment, “An…gel…oh god,
please!”
At the sound of his name uttered in such sweet desperation he relented, sucking
her tender bundle of nerves into his mouth as his fingers slid once again into
her heated depths that clenched his fingers so tightly he allowed himself a
small groan at the thought of being with her. In her. Buried to the hilt in her sensual depths, sliding in and out of her
tight blazing heat. He sped up his fingers, thrusting in and out of her
at a blinding speed as she thrust her hips to meet him, his tongue feverishly
working her clit. He could feel her crisis approaching as her cries became
louder, almost deafening to his vampire hearing, he had never heard sweeter
music as her peak hit and he drew it out for her, rejoicing in the cries that
were for him and the pleasure only he could give her. As she came down, he
watched her until her eyes met his. Pulling his fingers out of her, he raised
them to his mouth and slowly licked her honey from them.
Passion glazed eyes watched his movements hungrily and he was surprised to find
himself flat on his back as she devoured his lips, licking any remaining
essence of herself from him. Swiftly and without preamble, she moved down the
length of his body and engulfed his weeping cock with her mouth. The sheer
pleasure of feeling her lips encircle his engorged length overwhelmed him, it
was more than he had expected. Tonight was about her, and his reclamation of
her. He thought to move her away until one small hand reached up to gently caress his balls, sending waves of shock throughout him and
the other wrapped itself around him, pumping firmly and in rhythm with her
bobbing head. He found himself rising to meet her as she moved her tongue up
and down along the sensitive underside, circling the tip, hand never stopping,
grasping more firmly and with more confidence as she stroked him firmly. He had
to restrain himself from grabbing her head and pumping himself wildly in her
mouth, but he knew that such rough treatment would have to wait. Instead he
pulled her hair away from where it pooled around him, watching as her talented
mouth and hands worked him, allowing himself to feel the intense pleasure. His
intense gaze caused her to look up at him and he knew he would never see a more
sensual sight than the one of his beloved with her lips wrapped around his cock
the way they were now.
“Beautiful, so beautiful.” He murmured
reaching down to caress her cheek gently, her eyes burning in reply to his own
passions. “Buffy…yeah…like that…harder…stroke me
harder…yeah…Buffy…ummmm.”
The incredible sensations she was causing throughout his body were driving him
crazy. He felt her shift position as she straddled one of his legs, rubbing
herself sensually up and down, rubbing the honey that seeped from within along
the way. As she arched her back when he pressed his leg up into her, he took
advantage of that moment to pull her up and flip her to her back.
Panting, she gazed into his eyes as he rested his cock against her entrance,
flexing himself slightly he stared down at his goddess. Buffy mewled and arched
herself up in blatant invitation, as Angel peppered her face, throat and
breasts with kisses. He was shocked to hear a growl much like his own, but the
shock turned to delight that his chosen would have an appetite to match his
own.
“I want you, NOW!” She demanded wrapping her legs around him and
digging her heels into him, trying desperately to pull him into her.
Without warning he complied, thrusting swiftly, embedding himself to the hilt. He stayed where he was luxuriating in her heat,
her welcome depths that tightened around him, enveloped him completely. Head
thrown back and eyes closed, he groaned as he felt Buffy tighten herself around
him even more.
“Angel!”
“God baby, you feel so good…” he
whispered bending down to capture her swollen lips in a kiss as he began a
gentle rhythm.
“So long….”
“Too long.”
“So good…” she sighed as he slid
back and forth easily, allowing her arms to fall beside her head as she arched
her lower body to meet his.
“Say my name.” he demanded as he began to thrust slightly faster,
grinding himself into her.
“Angel!”
He rammed her hard, loving the way she gripped him in response,
“Again!”
“Ahhhhh…A…ohhhhh….Angel!
Don’t stop, oh god, please, more, harder!” She screamed as he began
a punishing pace that would have bruised an ordinary woman.
“Never stop baby, so hot…” he panted as he thrust and thrust
and thrust himself in and out.
Pausing for a moment, he flipped her over and pulled her onto her knees. With
one hand holding her hip, he eased himself in. Before he could move, Buffy
began thrusting herself back and forth on him, literally fucking herself on his
cock. He leaned back on his hands, watching as her firm ass moved back and
forth as her sweet pussy caressed his full length.
“Close…Angel…so close…” she moaned in frustration
as her pace increased.
Angel leaned forward, draping himself over her body,
taking over. His hand found her center and rubbed her clit firmly as his
strokes became more forceful. He whispered in her ear, “Cum for me. I
want to hear you screaming my name when you cum for me.”
“Yes…oh god yes…Angel…please…make me cum!”
He felt her clenching and unclenching around him and knew she was close, so
close. His thrusts became more erratic as his fingers worked Buffy’s clit
furiously, rubbing, twisting as she reached for her climax.
“Yeah…cum for me baby! I want to feel you
cum on my cock!” Just then he pinched her clit as he bit down without
piercing skin on his mark.
“ANGEL!!!” Buffy reached her climax and Angel lost control as he
felt her pleasure, determined to have his own.
“Buffy…um…yeah…Buffy…BUFFY!”
Angel threw his head back, howling her name as he spilt his seed inside her.
He collapsed on the bed, pulling her down with him.
~End Part One~