Post by mybubbles245 on Nov 22, 2006 20:30:20 GMT -5
Title: Luxurious
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Notes: Angel's POV; Set post Chosen but pre-NFA The idea spawned from the quote: "I do sometimes think that far ahead. Be a long time coming. Years, if ever."
She was breathtaking. Thick, shiny curls cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her natural color of deep chocolate brown was even more stunning than her California bottle-blonde. And she has the most piercing green eyes you could possibly imagine. She was toned, with minimal but very appealing curves in all the right places. Her cream-colored skirt stopped at the knee, the slit in the side revealing an expanse of her tanned thigh, and her dark blue shirt hung loosely at her torso, giving her a very sexy but still very sophisticated appearance.
She was waiting.
I watched her from a distance, sitting in a booth in the back of the almost deserted smokey nightclub. I noticed her right away, not for her looks, which was more than enough reason in itself, but for the power she seemed to be expelling from every pore. No one knew, however, that underneath the clothes that clung to her frame like silk, she alone has the strength and skill to save the world. But then, who would expect it from this seemingly "normal" girl?
She was still waiting.
A few of the men still left in the club drunkenly tried to buy her drinks, but she sipped on the water she had ordered and politely declined every one of their advances. She tilted her head to the side as I caught her eye for the first time. She smiled, as if recognizing me. She stood and excused herself from the drooling would-be beaus and strode toward my table, dark blue heels clicking along the deserted floor.
As she arrived, she slid easily into the booth next to me and placed her smooth and perfectly manicured hand on top of mine.
"I've been waiting for you."
I nodded handing her the glass of champagne I poured for her earlier.
"I noticed." She smiled at me and sipped silently from the glass. Her glossy pink lips parted as she spoke again.
"So you've been sitting here watching me wait?" Her tone was serious, but the light that played in her smokey eyes belied her voice.
I nodded again and continued to draw. A habit of mine I have yet to kick. She peered over my shoulder to see exactly what I was drawing, but I was too quick for her, shifting my arm so she couldn't see a thing.
"No fair." She said in a mock whining voice, jutting out her bottom lip, her puppy-dog pout. I smiled, sighed, and slid the drawing over the table top so she could see it all properly.
It depicted her at the bar, in color, swirling her straw into her glass, and my reflection in the mirror behind her.
Her eyes widened in wonder and she stretched her neck to ghost a kiss on my lips. She said nothing but smiled and motioned for me to continue the drawing.
We sat silently, arms interlinked, one of her hands twirling the hairs on the back of my neck and one of my hands(the one not drawing a picture) was absent-mindedly drawing circles on her thigh. We sat there, blissfully oblivious to the world outside of our secluded booth. A solo-saxophone played as the club emptied, and the bartender came to let us know he was closing up. I took her hand and led her outside to my car. I opened the door of my black Mercedes, and she slid into the passenger seat, her skirt sliding up a little to reveal more of her perfect sun-kissed thigh. Pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, I shut her door and, pulling out the keys, got into the drivers side.
We drove. LA was maybe an hour away from the nightclub where we met up. All the way we talked of the last year, and how much had changed in our lives since we had started our long distance relationship. She talked about her sister going to college and meeting an incredibly dull guy, and of her mom's death. I talked of my company's success and my promotion, and of a mutual friend of ours coming out of a coma. We shared jokes about the lighter things in our lives, and lamented about the more tragic tales. And for the last ten minutes, we sat in comfortable silence.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the law firm of which I was CEO, she exclaimed her excitement at the elegance of it all. And as I walked her inside, hand in hand, all of my co-workers(male and female alike) stopped to stare at the beauty that had just strode past.
I brought her up to the posh apartment that was a floor or two above my office. We stood silently and a bit awkwardly in the kitchen about a foot apart from each other. We talked a little but most of the next five or so minutes was spent in the most uncomfortable silence ever spent between us.
"So. . ." We both said at the same time, not really knowing what to say. She smiled and ducked her head. I took a step towards her and my hand fell onto the edge of the table. She looked up, took a step or two forward, and her hand fell on top of mine. We both looked down at our hands and then up at each other. My hand moved to cradle her fingers and her other hand wrapped its fingers into the hairs at the base of my neck as I pulled her into a deep, searing kiss. Blinded by irresistible passion, I deepened the kiss even more until it could have bruised her had she not been. . .
I lifted her up and her legs wrapped tight around my waist as I ground into her, eliciting mewls and moans from her. We staggered to the bedroom and fell intertwined onto the bed.
"Been wanting this for a long time." I said breathlessly, my hand tangling in her hair. She smiled knowingly, and arched into my exploration of her body. "I know. Shh. Make love to me."
Four hours later we collapsed, spent, onto my bed. She snuggled into my embrace, her head on my chest and arm draped right beside it.
"I love you." Was the whispered sigh that escaped her lips as she fell asleep.
I kissed the top of her head and, wrapping my arms around her, whispered back, "I love you too."
And before I let sleep wash over me as well, I thought I saw her smile.
To Be Continued
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Notes: Angel's POV; Set post Chosen but pre-NFA The idea spawned from the quote: "I do sometimes think that far ahead. Be a long time coming. Years, if ever."
She was breathtaking. Thick, shiny curls cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her natural color of deep chocolate brown was even more stunning than her California bottle-blonde. And she has the most piercing green eyes you could possibly imagine. She was toned, with minimal but very appealing curves in all the right places. Her cream-colored skirt stopped at the knee, the slit in the side revealing an expanse of her tanned thigh, and her dark blue shirt hung loosely at her torso, giving her a very sexy but still very sophisticated appearance.
She was waiting.
I watched her from a distance, sitting in a booth in the back of the almost deserted smokey nightclub. I noticed her right away, not for her looks, which was more than enough reason in itself, but for the power she seemed to be expelling from every pore. No one knew, however, that underneath the clothes that clung to her frame like silk, she alone has the strength and skill to save the world. But then, who would expect it from this seemingly "normal" girl?
She was still waiting.
A few of the men still left in the club drunkenly tried to buy her drinks, but she sipped on the water she had ordered and politely declined every one of their advances. She tilted her head to the side as I caught her eye for the first time. She smiled, as if recognizing me. She stood and excused herself from the drooling would-be beaus and strode toward my table, dark blue heels clicking along the deserted floor.
As she arrived, she slid easily into the booth next to me and placed her smooth and perfectly manicured hand on top of mine.
"I've been waiting for you."
I nodded handing her the glass of champagne I poured for her earlier.
"I noticed." She smiled at me and sipped silently from the glass. Her glossy pink lips parted as she spoke again.
"So you've been sitting here watching me wait?" Her tone was serious, but the light that played in her smokey eyes belied her voice.
I nodded again and continued to draw. A habit of mine I have yet to kick. She peered over my shoulder to see exactly what I was drawing, but I was too quick for her, shifting my arm so she couldn't see a thing.
"No fair." She said in a mock whining voice, jutting out her bottom lip, her puppy-dog pout. I smiled, sighed, and slid the drawing over the table top so she could see it all properly.
It depicted her at the bar, in color, swirling her straw into her glass, and my reflection in the mirror behind her.
Her eyes widened in wonder and she stretched her neck to ghost a kiss on my lips. She said nothing but smiled and motioned for me to continue the drawing.
We sat silently, arms interlinked, one of her hands twirling the hairs on the back of my neck and one of my hands(the one not drawing a picture) was absent-mindedly drawing circles on her thigh. We sat there, blissfully oblivious to the world outside of our secluded booth. A solo-saxophone played as the club emptied, and the bartender came to let us know he was closing up. I took her hand and led her outside to my car. I opened the door of my black Mercedes, and she slid into the passenger seat, her skirt sliding up a little to reveal more of her perfect sun-kissed thigh. Pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, I shut her door and, pulling out the keys, got into the drivers side.
We drove. LA was maybe an hour away from the nightclub where we met up. All the way we talked of the last year, and how much had changed in our lives since we had started our long distance relationship. She talked about her sister going to college and meeting an incredibly dull guy, and of her mom's death. I talked of my company's success and my promotion, and of a mutual friend of ours coming out of a coma. We shared jokes about the lighter things in our lives, and lamented about the more tragic tales. And for the last ten minutes, we sat in comfortable silence.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the law firm of which I was CEO, she exclaimed her excitement at the elegance of it all. And as I walked her inside, hand in hand, all of my co-workers(male and female alike) stopped to stare at the beauty that had just strode past.
I brought her up to the posh apartment that was a floor or two above my office. We stood silently and a bit awkwardly in the kitchen about a foot apart from each other. We talked a little but most of the next five or so minutes was spent in the most uncomfortable silence ever spent between us.
"So. . ." We both said at the same time, not really knowing what to say. She smiled and ducked her head. I took a step towards her and my hand fell onto the edge of the table. She looked up, took a step or two forward, and her hand fell on top of mine. We both looked down at our hands and then up at each other. My hand moved to cradle her fingers and her other hand wrapped its fingers into the hairs at the base of my neck as I pulled her into a deep, searing kiss. Blinded by irresistible passion, I deepened the kiss even more until it could have bruised her had she not been. . .
I lifted her up and her legs wrapped tight around my waist as I ground into her, eliciting mewls and moans from her. We staggered to the bedroom and fell intertwined onto the bed.
"Been wanting this for a long time." I said breathlessly, my hand tangling in her hair. She smiled knowingly, and arched into my exploration of her body. "I know. Shh. Make love to me."
Four hours later we collapsed, spent, onto my bed. She snuggled into my embrace, her head on my chest and arm draped right beside it.
"I love you." Was the whispered sigh that escaped her lips as she fell asleep.
I kissed the top of her head and, wrapping my arms around her, whispered back, "I love you too."
And before I let sleep wash over me as well, I thought I saw her smile.
To Be Continued