Watch the Birdie
It was 10.46 Friday night and Buffy was patiently waiting for Angel in the apartment . At least she was trying to wait patiently. Sighing to herself she pondered on the dramatic changes in their lives and their relationship. When they had found the cure to turn Angel human it had seemed like a dream come true. The first six months or so together had been the most wonderful time of her life. But then reality had intruded. Part of her couldn’t help but long for the " good old days " when Angel’s soul concern was for her safety, when every minute that they had together, though rare, was precious. Nowadays, though they physically spent more time together it seemed like she rarely saw him.
She had encouraged him when he expressed a wish to do something with his new life. She had even thought it would be fun when he decided to study art. The two of them students together. But Angel had become so wrapped up in his course, had turned all that brooding intensity into his work, that there seemed to be little left over for her. What with his homework, her homework and time spent slaying and training/researching together there seemed to be little time left for just the two of them. While he still remained devoted to her, and continually surprised her with thoughtful gifts she couldn’t help but remember when everything in their relationship had been fresh and exciting. Even making love didn’t seem to be what it once was. Not that it wasn’t great, fucking incredible was a more useful phrase but still it was more relaxed and comfortable now and lacked that edge and excitement that it once did.
Trying to shake herself from her pensive mood, Buffy rationalized that she really had nothing to be stressed about, after all most people would kill to have what she had. Still she thought with a slightly evil smile, perhaps their relationship needed a bit of a shake up. More cheerfully now she began to ponder the ways she could shock a 247 year old when she heard Angels keys turning in the lock.
Angel came into the room, a dark brooding scowl upon his handsome face. It immediately lifted upon seeing Buffy, but just as quickly settled back into the pensive expression. " Hi hon, what’s up " Buffy queried. " I’ve got another assignment to do, " he said " I was hoping we could go away for the weekend, it just seems like I never see you lately ". Buffy was startled and a little surprised to hear her own thought echoed back. It never ceased to amaze her how intune he was with her thoughts and feelings and it cheered her up no end to know that he was aware of and missing that specialness in their relationship ".
" Well we could still have Sunday together " she mentioned hopefully.
" Not a chance in hell " he stated " I joined this bloody course to learn about art, drawing , painting and they want me to take pictures. With a camera." He gestured towards the variety of photographic equipment he carried " I’ve never touched a camera in my life. Its gonna take me all weekend just to get used to the thing. And then I have to hand in one picture of something of special significance to me. What the hell am I gonna take, the sewer systems were all the vamps move around, the master lair, the school library. The only thing of any significance in my life that I can show to the world is you " With that speech said, possibly the longest Buffy had heard from him at any one time, he headed towards his favorite brooding spot the shower. Throwing the bag of borrowed camera equipment on the bed as he went.
Buffy was instantly struck by an idea. She even looked up to see if there was a lightbulb flashing above her head. This was perfect, she could help Angel do his work, spend some quality time with the one she loved and with a bit of luck shock the hell out of her favorite older man. ( baring Giles of course ).
*****
Angel let the hot shower run over him. He always did his best brooding in the shower. Although it used to be a cold shower, trying to control his thoughts on Buffy. Since turning human though he couldn’t take the cold like he used to, and there was no need to really. He and Buffy had pretty much made up for every cold shower he’d ever had to take. Frustration was really no longer an issue, except he was frustrated. The course was turning out to be much harder and time consuming than he’d expected. And then they was the change in his relationship with Buffy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her every second of every day. It wasn’t that she didn’t consumed all his waking thoughts and most of his sleeping ones too but it seemed that somewhere along the line they had slipped into routine. Both were so tired from leading their double existence that more often than not they would slip into bed and cuddle until they fell asleep. Of course snuggling with Buffy was better than the wildest inventive sex with anyone else, and he wouldn’t exchange what they had for anything but he couldn’t help but wonder were all the fire and passion had gone.
Drying himself off he vowed that he would do better. Buffy deserved so much more than he was giving her at the moment and if it came down to it he would leave the course in a heartbeat. Walking into the living area he expected to find her already in bed due to lateness of the hour. She wasn’t there , although neither was the camera equipment he had slung there in disgust. Turning he nearly had a heart attack ( which now due to the cure he could have) when he saw that Buffy was lying on his couch, lit only by the candles that she had arranged throughout the apartment.
*****
She was dressed in the smallest bikini briefs, high heels and one of his shirts, 3 buttons undone exposing a hint of cleavage. Standing suddenly she smiled up at him
" Hi I’m Buffy, you must be Angel. I can't believe my first photo session is with someone as well known as you. I’ve always had a fantasy about posing for you ".
Angel looked confused for several long seconds before the penny dropped. She wanted to role-play innocent naïve model and experience older photographer, well that was just fine with him. His eyes twinkled with pleasure, one of the things he loved about her so much was that she never failed to surprise him, and after walking the earth for 200 + years that was pretty hard to do. Trying to remember that he was meant to be in character he drawled
" Well lets make that fantasy come true…..don’t worry I’ll make sure that your comfortable…just place yourself in my hands "
Grabbing the Hasselblad, he tried to remember all the things he had been taught that evening when he had been demonstrated how to use it . He grabbed the 50 millimeter, 1.7 lens, and prayed that he had got the right one.
" How do you want me ? " Buffy asked, trying to make her voice sultry while stifling the giggle she felt. She had nearly laughed out loud at the stunned expression on Angel’s face when he had first seen her, and then again at the look of total confusion when she had first spoken to him. It seemed that his brain was working a little sluggish tonight, but she took that for a compliment knowing that Angel had a thing for her in his shirt and high heels. But it was the look on his face when he tried to figure out how to use the camera that had nearly been her downfall. To see the man she loved, admired and respected, the man who had faced the worst demons in hell totally panic stricken by a piece of camera equipment was something she would have paid good money for.
Pointing towards the couch he instructed her to lie back. Swallowing thickly as she did, a glimmer of breast and a flash of her creamy thigh sending his pulse into overdrive. Quickly taking a few shots with the camera, plus a few extra when he realized he’d had the thumb over the lens he finally asked, albeit tentatively " lets try a few with the shirt unbutton totally ".
Buffys heart melted right there and then. The uncertainty in his voice touched something inside her. Dispite all that they had been through and all that they had done together Angel was still hesitant with her sometimes as though he thought she would be disgusted by his lust or his need for her. As seductively as she could she slowly undid the buttons on his silk shirt, loving the look on his face and the hardness she noticed growing fuller in his jeans. She opened the last button her gaze never leaving his, the silk falling away so that her rounded breasts leapt fully into view.
He swallowed again , with difficulty. " Lean back on your hands and bring your knees up. That’s it good…you’re doing fine…now shift your shoulders more towards me. Yeah ". He studied her through the lens, both the man and the artist in him responding to the beautifully erotic view she presented. With her breast pointing high she looked like she was an offering, fit for the gods. And what an offering they were - full, round, perfectly proportioned, she was the embodiment of every male fantasy.
"O.K., slip of the shirt " he said. Pretending nonchalance, he strode towards the fridge returning with a bottle of 1953 Schloss Eltz Trockenbeernauslese. One of the many pleasure he’d had during the first time he was human was an appreciation of fine wine, and that appreciation had not diminished during his change to immortality. Returning with one glass filled and the bottle, he looked over at his love who had discarded the shirt in his absence.
" Hey " she said softly as he sipped at the liquid " where’s mine ? ".
" Your too young beloved…..besides I’ve got a better use for this than drinking " with that he poured the golden liquid over her breasts. The cold instantly making her nipples erect and taut, her breast now glistening in the candle light.
Quickly taking another couple of pictures Angel quietly asked " How are you feeling? "
Buffy knew that there was a double meaning to his sentence, that he was looking for reassurance to continue in their game. Assuming a vacant expression and a little dumb blond voice she replied " Much more relaxed than I thought I’d be….you make me feel quite comfortable really "
" Good..I told you it wouldn’t be difficult ". He tore his eyes away from her breasts and stood making sure she glimpsed the rising bulge in his jeans. Eager to push the game along Buffy commented " this wine is a little sticky though, itchy…..she trailed off.
Moving quickly Angel gently began to lap up the now body temperature liquid. He would have been able to finish the job more quickly if it weren’t for the breathy moans and soft sighs that issued from Buffy, distracting him as she arched up against him. Pulling himself together, he tried to get back into character and used all his willpower to move away from her towards the stereo. " Any requests ? "
" Whatever you like, I’m game for " Buffy said with a soft giggle, stretching her arms over her head.
" How about some Rachmaninoff " he said, the quiet sensuous piano music filling the room.
Retrieving his camera he asked " Mind removing your panties ? ".
With slow deliberate movement Buffy removed the silk garments, refusing to move from her comfortable position on the sofa. Finally removed she lay back, her breast flattening into soft mounds, her legs parted slightly, one hand lying on her thigh, the fingers curved towards the unseen opening between her legs.
"Perfection " Angel said softly and began snapping her pose from several angles, moving quickly from side to side, eventually standing near her head to shoot down the length of her arousing body. Buffy could not believe how much she was enjoying this, originally she had began this game to entice Angel, to spice up their lovemaking. but a part of her nature, hitherto unknown was enjoying this. She was discovering the erotic sensuality in exhibitionism and found that Angel’s gaze upon her body was almost as fulfilling as his touch. But she wanted more…
Tentatively at first, then with growing assurance she began to touch her self. Her fingertips lightly moving up her stomach before settling on her nipples, mimicking Angels touch, mimicking the things he had taught her. She had never masturbated for him before, she had read that it was meant to be a turn on but it had never really appealed. Until tonight, and the increased breathing and soft moan that came from where Angel stood assured her that it was appealing to him too.
" Open your legs wider " he suggested, his voice hoarse with urgency. Slowly she parted her thighs, and he quelled the desire to rush to her feet for a more satisfying view of what he longed to see. Taking a deep breath, Buffy closed her eyes and moved her hand slowly downwards to were she was throbbing, needing release. She could not watch his intense gaze any longer, knew that if she looked at him she would come there and then and the game would be finished. Using one finger she began exploring her opening, delicately parting the lips. Silently he moved towards her feet and watched intently her digital dexterity. He knelt and aimed his camera, collecting shots that would be placed somewhere private to be looked at on those long days when he couldn’t wait to be inside her.
The more her fingers probed the more insistent his erection became, demanding the same personal attention she was giving her own genitals. He firmly began to stroke himself, setting aside the camera to bring some relief to his hardness. He watched stunned as she buried her middle finger deep inside her, and then withdrew, bringing it to her mouth to suck the clinging moisture. If it weren’t for the many hours he had spent controlling his desire for her during his time as a vampire it would have been all over in that instance..
Accidentally he touched her foot and her eyes snapped open, unfocused in her lust. He grinned sheepishly as she looked at his hand stroking himself and she opened her legs even wider. " What other equipment have you got " she asked
"Lots of mechanical gadgets " he answered scooting to his knees " But my best piece is all natural "
" Is it healthy " she grinned mischievously
"And GOOD for you " he responded, loving their teasing banter
she rubbed both hands over her thighs, before resting them near her apex. " Well why don’t you bring it out. I’m all for anything natural ".
Unzipping his jeans, with some difficulty he finally extracted his raging hard-on. She raised herself up on her elbows to study it with a distinct smile of approval. " Well bring it up here so I can test it " she murmured.
Quickly he moved to straddle her, waiting expectantly for her next move. She took him in both hands, her touch cool and assured on his heated, hard cock, which twitched under every caress. With maddening slowness she raised her mouth and repeatedly kissed his swollen head. Watching himself disappear into her exquisite mouth, he struggled against the urge to ram himself deep into her throat
Her luscious lips enveloped him, and he felt her tongue washing the underside, creating a dangerous tingling in his balls. She sucked hard, taking all of him into her warm willing mouth before pulling away again. " No fair. I’m nude and your not " she pouted " you promised you’d do everything to make me at ease "
" Sorry " he mumbled before rising to his feet to shuck of the rest of his clothes. Her fingers had resumed her earlier stroking, and more than anything he wanted to join them. Reversing his position, he placed his knees on either side of her neck and lowered his head towards her center. Snaking his tongue out, he split her open like a ripe peach. She gasped and her felt her mouth clamp down on his erection with a force that would surely deflate a lessor man.
Reaching blindly with his free hand he groped along the floor until he found the bottle of wine he had left there earlier. Pouring it over her, directly onto the hard ridge of her clit, he flicked at it with his tongue, drinking her, sending her hips into a squirm of delight. It struck him that the wine tasted even better with buffys moisture added to it and perversely an image came to him of bottling and selling this new drink making a fortune. He smirked at the bizzareness of the path his mind was taking him, no other man would ever taste this, it was all for him and yet…..
His chain of thought was interrupted as Buffy suddenly ceased her licking and teasing of him and panted " Enough Angel…I want you inside me. Now " Ever desirous to please his love he quickly changed position and buried himself inside her. He moved within her like a hot knife through butter, the sensation of being wetly enveloped in her heat combined with her internal contractions causing his eyes to cross with pleasure. Gradually he began to move, stroking slowly, drawing it nearly all the way out before plunging it deep again. Over and over he did this, raising ecstatic groans from her. Raking his back with her fingernails, she clung to him, bucking her hips harder and harder, slamming their pelvises together, urging him on faster and faster. The tingling in his balls hurled him quickly to the brink. He eased off the pace, wanting first to bring her ultimate satisfaction. He quickly realized he need not have concerned, for she was screaming with release, and he could feel the great gushed of her liquid surround him, forcing him to his own completion. With a loud cry he spilled himself inside her, before collapsing in sated exhaustion on top of her..
Some moment later Angel came too, noting the dreamy expression that crossed Buffys face. He loved it when he saw her look like that. He loved it even more that he was the only one who could make her look like that. Gathering her up in his arms he began to move towards the bed. " Angel " she murmured drowsily " I think we’re gonna need a new sofa " .
" Why love " he asked.
" I really don’t think all those stains from the wine and us are gonna come out "
" Don’t worry about it " he said, as he began to pull the covers around them " It was more than worth it, I think I could get into this role play lark ".
Buffy smiled, satisfied, that suited her fine and she had more than enough scenarios to try out.
" Angel " she said again, so softly that he had to strain to hear her " So which photo will you be showing the art class? " and with that she fell asleep.
The End