AUTHORS: dru as Angel & Evil Willow as Lindsey (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters Version : Angel-Lindsey
PAIRING : Angel/Lindsey
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We had so much fun writing
Versions : Angel-Lindsey & Angel-Faith & Spike-Xander, we decided to do
sequels for them!
DEDICATION: Thank you SOOOOO
much to Vicky and all the people who loved the first part of our fun!
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THE
LOBBY
I
wander into the lobby and sit on the couch. But I'm too jumpy to sit still for
long, so instead I wander around. Look at a few of the books sitting around. I'm
trying to calm my nerves but I'm not sure anything can do that.
I
could just leave. Walk down the street and catch a cab. Go back to New York and
tell the bosses to find another V.P..
No. I already ran away once. I'm not doing it again.
I
don't see why I'm so fucking nervous. It's not like I haven't had sex with him.
It's not like I haven't seen him naked or haven't had his lips around my penis.
But still, I'm a nervous wreck and actually break two bags until I calm my
hands long enough to get one in a cup to heat up.
I
down it pretty quickly which isn't a good idea when one's stomach is going
topsy-turvy. But once it's down, I feel much better. Well, much better about my
stomach, but not about what's gonna happen.
I
guess I'm nervous because I think either of two things will happen. Either
we'll find that the only chemistry we had was because we were enemies or drunk.
Or, we'll make mad passionate love all night and he'll leave in the morning and
I won't hear from him for another seven months, if ever.
I
walk out with two glasses of juice and he's just wandering around a little.
"I have a confession." I say. "I mean, I
have a lot of them but..."
I
jump at the sound of his voice and turn to face him. You know, I really wish
he'd stop being so damn honest. It's scary.
I
take the glass he hands me but put it down on the table when it becomes obvious
how bad my hands are shaking. I think I'll sit for another confession. That
might be smart.
I
walk over to the couch, grabbing the glass again as I do, and sit down. He sits
next to me and I think I'm a little too happy about that fact. I look over at
him and, not for the first time, contemplate how easy it would be to look into
those eyes for the rest of my life. Damn it.
"Yeah?" I ask.
I take
a sip of the juice and now desperately wish it were vodka. Or at least rum. Or
rubbing alcohol. *Something* to make this confession a little easier.
"A
month after I got back from New York, I went and picked some guy up. I brought
him back here and we had sex."
Ok.
Not the kind of confession that I really needed to hear. But he has to have a
point. Please let there be a point. And one that will make me happy.
"Only, while we were having sex, I closed my eyes
and pictured you."
I
let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I reach for the glass of
juice again and manage to take a sip without spilling it everywhere. Of course
it helps when Angel keeps quiet while I'm drinking.
"When I let vampires bite me, I close my eyes and
pretend it's you." Ok. When did I decide to reveal that? I mean, I guess I
kind of already did, but not that bluntly.
"Why?" I ask. Not that I can't speculate a
million reasons, but I *have* to hear it from him.
Shit
I just knew he'd have to ask that. "God, Angel. I don't know if I can
explain..." I run my hand through my hair with a sigh. "I'll try.
"I
know I don't have to tell you how erotic a vampire's bite can be," I say.
Suddenly I'm finding my glass really fascinating to look at. "But when you
bit me, it was more than just that feeling. It was like... you needed something
that *I* could give you. And I wanted the scar, to prove to me that I hadn't
dreamed it again... like I had so many nights before." Shit, see? I'm
probably saying too much already. But I can't seem to make myself stop.
"And
then, after you left, it was like something was missing. It felt like my body
needed something and I couldn't figure out what. I think I got an idea of
something that might help, when I..." Shit, this is embarrassing. "I was
just looking at the scar one day and I touched it and it made me hard."
Way
too much information, probably. "And then like I told you, I got
introduced to the vampire clubs. It was just a bad imitation for you but it was
just something that my body associated with you.
"So, I guess, yeah, it's partially the erotic
feeling of the bite. But it's more than just that. Because I'm not just doing
it for the sake of the feeling. I'm doing it because I wish it was *you* making
me feel that again. And I can *almost* make myself believe that it *is* you,
but it's never quite the same."
I sit down next to him on the couch and lean in close.
"It made you hard?" I ask softly. He nods and I lean closer. "I
wonder what *this* will do." I ponder out loud as I run my tongue over the
scar before I start to suck on it.
"HOLY SHIT!" I scream and bury my hands in his
hair, holding him to me as I come, harder than I have in months.
My first coherent thought is: Holy shit.
I never said it was a profound first thought.
My next coherent thought is: I really hope he doesn't
think *that* was why I came back here with him. I mean, ok, it was, but it was
also a lot more than that. Because no other vamp ever made me come by biting
me. It turned me on, but only because I imagined it was him. But none of them ever came close to making me
feel what he just made me feel. And I'm not sure how to tell him any of this.
Okaaaay.
I wasn't expecting *that* to happen.
I
guess that does answer my question though. I guess I know what'll happen if I
suck on my mark. God, what would happen if I had bitten him again? Would his
head have exploded?
Was
he *that* into wanting me to touch him?
I
pull away and watch as he tries to get himself under control. I must say, as I
look down to the wet spot in his jeans, that I've never had *that* happen
before. I mean, Darla used to joke that I could make her come with a look, but
it was a joke. But this?
Makes
me feel like a fucking god.
Of course I feel bad because I'm not sure if he's
embarrassed or what he feels. "Lindsey," I start to say, "I'm...
I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't... mean to..."
"You didn't...?" I look up at him but I can't
read his expression. Shit. I look away again as I realize he must be really disgusted
by me, if he's backing away from wanting me now. I mean, my reaction was kind
of strange and if he didn't understand why I reacted... Damn it. See, Linds,
this is why you shouldn't get your hopes up.
"I
didn't think you'd... I mean..." Ya know what?
Fuck
it.
Talking
is for losers.
I grab him and my tongue dives into his mouth as I pull
him against me.
Oh
my god.
Talk
about reading a situation wrong. For once, I'm glad about it though. I moan and
kiss him back as he reacquaints himself with my mouth. You know what? It wasn't
the biting I needed.
It was him.
I am
*so* glad when he starts kissing me back cause for a second, I was worried. But
he *did* know what I wanted to do with him if he came back here. But still...
No! Thinking is for losers too.
I do pull away after a minute and run my hand down his
chest to rest on the wet spot on his jeans. "Maybe you should get out of
those jeans." I whisper, "Upstairs?"
I swallow hard and look at him. I still can't really
believe this. That he wants me. And a part of me doesn't really think he wants
to make love with me, but that's ok. Even if it's just sex... hey, I've gotten
good at pretending. "Yeah," I answer, nodding.
"Good."
I say as I stand up. "Very good." I offer him my hand and he stands
up. I am *so* fucking hard it's not even funny. But I really don't want this to
be like last time, not that last time wasn't incredibly fucking amazing, cause
it was.
But
it wasn't anything that we could buil- am I crazy? Am I crazy to actually
*wish* he would stay with me? I mean, this can't be anything... other than two
nights of incredible sex, can it?
I
wanna ask him. But what do I say? 'Gee Lindsey, it seems to me that you're in
need of a vampire and I happen to be one and I happen to need a Lindsey, and
*you* happen to be one...' Yeah, that's just great. I'm sure Hallmark would
totally buy *that* card.
So I
should just concentrate on the now and not worry about when he'll leave. Of
course, I can try my hardest to make him *want* to stay...
THE
ROOM
I lead him upstairs. "Maybe you should shower."
I say.
Shower? I don't want to shower I want to fu- "Only
if you join me." Shit! Again the mouth is running away from the brain. Not
good. That sounded really ... needy. And fuck, I *am* needy, but he doesn't
have to know how *much*.
Shit.
That wasn't in my plan.
I
walk over to him, slide my hands around his waist and pull him towards me. I
kiss him softly before moving my lips down his jaw and over my scar. I place
wet, open-mouth kisses over it as I run my hands down over his ass and squeeze.
"I'm
not gonna join you." I whisper into his ear. "I'm not gonna take you
in the shower tonight, I'll have you in my bed. And if I go in there with you,
I'll most assuredly take you in the shower."
I
kiss him again and hope that he doesn't press it further. I have a plan. And
besides, I don't wanna smell that whore on his skin anymore.
"So go in, take off your clothes, relax, and I'll be
waiting for you."
Damn
it, he got me hard again. But I guess I can wait... since he *does* want me. I
turn and walk into the bathroom, trying not to think about Angel and I in that
big bed with the black satin sheets. Fuck. Now I'm *really* hard.
Okay.
I need a cold shower. Luckily, I'm in the bathroom so that's an easy thing to
take care of. I push the door shut and try to catch my breath. Get yourself
under control, Lindsey.
Shower
now. I unbutton my shirt and pull it off, trying not to look at the scars on my
arms. There's so many of them. Six months worth. By now, I'm going every other
day... STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!
I unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper, pushing
them off my legs. God, I haven't come in my pants since I was a teenager. That's
what Angel does to me, I guess.
He makes me feel younger and not so worthless.
I
turn on the shower, very very cold, and step in under the spray. SHIT. That's
cold. But it took care of my problem. Ok. Now I'll get cleaned up, with a
little warmer water. And TRY not to think about Angel.
Yeah, right.
Okay.
I hear him turn the water on and I'm paralyzed as I stand and picture him
unbuttoning his shirt, revealing those gorgeous pecs of his. (Although he's a
little smaller than he was last time... but... it's *my* fantasy.) I close my
eyes and imagine him slowly dropping his pants and his cock throbbing for me.
OKAY!
Snap out of it, Angel! I *will* know his body again. And *this* time, I'm gonna
do it right. *This* time, I'm not gonna control him like I did last time,
although that was fun... it took away all hopes and possibilities of something
more. But tonight? This is supposed to happen. The Powers sent this vision to
Cordelia. And I believe they know what I'm thinking and how much I've thought
about him. They know what a distraction he's been for me since New York. So...
this must be meant to be. Right?
That's
it, Angel. Talk yourself into it. But as long as I get all these damn things
set up before that door opens, I'll be good.
I
rummage through my drawer and find the cream that I've been using. It's
actually a warming cream. Over the past six months, I've been using this
instead of blood. It warms once I cover my cock with it and it feels like his
skin. Warm. Tonight, I'll get to have *him*. But we'll use this anyway, because
I hear it's good for humans as well, I mean, they *do* sell it, right?
Okay.
Cream, check. Clothes... I strip quickly and pull back the covers of the bed.
Clothes, check. I turn the lights off. WINE! Of course, do we *really* need
alcohol? But a bottle of wine won't hurt.
I
listen at the door. The water is still running. "I'm gonna run downstairs
for a minute. Don't come out until I'm back." I say after knocking and I
hear him agree. Good.
I
grab a bottle and couple glasses from downstairs with some ice before running
back up. The water shuts off as I close the door. Okay, everything is set, I
think. I look around. The candles really add to the room. I must have about two
hundred of them lit around the room.
I
never told Cordelia why I had her buy so many. But I guess inside, I hoped I'd
be able to romance someone with them. Took me seven months, almost to the day,
to get them all. But here they are.
Okay. I lay down on the bed. God, I love how satin feels
against my skin. I start to stroke my cock as I stare at the door and wait for
him. I wanna make sure I'm as hard as I can be for him.
Ok.
Mission accomplished. Somehow I distracted myself with thoughts of my current
case and I didn't think about Angel while I showered. Not *too* much, anyway.
There was that one time, when he told me not to come out yet... I almost let my
mind wonder what he was up to. But I stopped *that* train of thought really fast.
I
grab a towel and dry myself. Fuck, I'm getting nervous again now. Because he's
right through that door and ... I really need to get a grip. How can this *not*
be just one night? People like me don't get happily ever after. If we're lucky,
we manage not to self-destruct *too* badly. If we're not, we end up... well,
like me.
I grab a comb out of the back pocket of my jeans and run
it through my hair. I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh. I've lost
at least ten pounds and it shows. Oh well. There's nothing I can do about it at
the moment. I wrap the towel around my waist and open the door a little bit.
"You there?" I ask, remembering his earlier request.
"Y..." I clear my throat and try again.
"Yes." I say.
Ok.
Here goes ... Oh. My. God.
Candles.
Everywhere. Shit, there must be a couple hundred!
I
turn to the bed to ask him if he's trying to burn the place down but... shit. I
know I'm staring like an idiot, but, well, shit.
I
forgot how incredibly sexy he was. He's lying on the bed, completely nude,
stroking himself slowly. And .... well, shit. I'm hard. Really hard.
I
manage to look up at his face and he's smiling at me. He's got that look, that
'I really really want to fuck'... no, it's a little different from *that* look.
But it's something similar.
I know he wants me to come over there, but I'm not sure I
should walk. My coordination might leave something to be desired. I don't
really want to make him show off his vampire speed by saving me from falling on
my face... or ass, again.
I
smile as he takes it all in. I love that part of doing something unexpected.
But after a couple minutes, when he's not coming over here, I'm thinking he
might have changed his mind. But by the way the towel is protruding from his body,
I'm guessing he hasn't changed his mind. Maybe he's nervous.
I stand up and can't help but smile when he watches me
carefully as I get up. "Wine?" I ask. "We don't have luck with
alcohol... but I thought it would be a nice touch."
I nod, staring at him, taking in how he looks so I can
remember it later... STOP THAT. I don't trust my mouth to say anything
intelligent, anyway, the only real thought in my brain still being, well: shit.
I smile. "For once, someone more stoic than
me." I say as I hand him the wine.
I
laugh a little and take the glass. Shit. I'm so fucking nervous, you'd think
I've never done this before.
Well, I haven't. I down the wine at once. That's one way
to get myself a little less nervous.
I drink mine and then smile before throwing it into the
fireplace. "Always wanted to do that." I smirk.
Oh shit. Being the incredibly coordinated person I am, I
drop my glass, in complete shock at the way he's acting. It shatters and I feel
even more like an idiot. Now if only I could make my mouth work and speak.
Instead of standing here staring at him like… an idiot.
I don't care about the glass. I want him. And I can't
wait. I move backwards away from the glass and pull his hips with me. Once
we're away from the broken glass, I lean in to kiss him softly. "What's
the matter, Lindsey?" I slip my tongue inside his mouth and massage his
with it a minute before saying, "Cat got your tongue?"
"N-"
I have to clear my throat and try again. "No." Better. Because that
high-pitched voice really wasn't me.
"I'm just..." not going to finish that
sentence. I was about to say I was nervous. But, well, duh. And I think it
would come off sounding a little too needy.
"Nervous?"
I ask.
He
nods and I smile. "Don't be." Although I don't know how I can
actually tell him that, since *I'm* so nervous. But I'm supposed to be the...
leader? I guess? I mean, I *am* Angel. Right?
I
laugh a little before placing my hands on his shoulders. I slide them down and
tease his nipples a second before trailing down to the towel. I pull it off and
it falls to the floor. "Much better." I whisper before leaning in to
kiss him.
I pull him against my body and rub against him, making
sure our erections touch.
"Unngh,"
I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his waist as his tongue presses
inside my mouth. Fuck, my skin feels like it's on fire, everywhere he's
touching me. As he starts to grind against me, I whimper and run my hands up
and down his back. There's just no fucking way I'm going to last too long.
His
hands move down over my lower back to my ass, squeezing it and pressing us
closer together. Shit. It feels so good, being with Angel like this. How can
this *not* be right? How can this *not* be forever? It's not fair.
And
here I am channeling my inner six-year old.
I just have to accept the way things are. It's not like I
didn't cause all of these unfair things myself. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy
tonight, though. And I plan to do that.
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