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
BED
"Lindsey," I moan as I move us back towards the
bed. "I want you now." I whimper as I run my hands up his back.
I've
wanted you for years. Luckily, I don't say *that.* I just nod. "I want you
too, Angel," I say. I sit on the bed. God, I love satin. I move back onto
the bed and he follows, crawling after me. The hungry look in his eyes makes me
shudder.
I
lie back and he settles on his side, next to me. I run a hand over his chest,
pinching his nipples. He moans, leaning in to kiss me again. I love the way he
kisses. Hell, I love the way he touches me and looks at me and ... I'm so
doomed if this doesn't work out.
I've
seriously got to stop those thoughts. Think about Angel. Shit, Angel who's now
nibbling on my earlobe, making me groan. Two centuries of experience means a
lot of enjoyment for whoever the lucky person is who has his attention. I'm
just so glad that happens to be me at the moment. Especially as his fingers
move to pinch and tease my nipples.
"Angel," I gasp. "I want you. Inside
me."
"I
want that too." I whisper as I reach over him and grab the bottle of wine.
"But not quite yet." He whimpers and I smile. "Patience."
Then,
I take the time to pour the wine on his chest and he jumps at the coolness of
it. I just smile as I lay next to him and start licking it off. I cover a
nipple with my mouth and lap at the liquid that remains while my hands make
their way down through wine to his erection.
He jerks in my hand as I move my wine covered fingers up
and down, slowly.
"Angel,"
I moan. "Oh fuck. Feels so good." He bites my nipple and I whimper,
arching off the bed.
One
of my hands moves to his head, running my fingers through his hair as he
torments my nipples with his talented mouth. My other hand clutches the sheets,
as I try not to come so soon. I don't ever want this feeling to stop.
He
pours a little more wine on my chest, licking it up before any can spill. My
whole fucking body is trembling, I want him so badly. I thrust up into his hand
but he's not speeding up his movements any. Shit. He's torturing me but I'm
enjoying it too much to complain.
My hand that was clutching the sheets moves to his back,
scratching my nails over it lightly. He groans against my skin and I smile.
Yeah, Angel, two can play that game. I scratch a little harder leaving red
marks on his skin.
Oh
shit. He's scratching my back. I used to love when Darla and Dru would do that.
I guess it still gets me cause I can't wait now. I start stroking him faster
and letting him thrust into my hand as I thrust my own cock against his thigh.
He
tightens his grip, moving his hand faster. "Angel," I gasp, feeling
like there's not enough air in the room suddenly. I'm so close. But I don't
want to come yet. Not until he's inside me.
He kisses me before I can tell him this. The gentleness
of the kiss surprises me. For some reason that's what sends me over the edge. I
climax and he swallows my scream. I grip his shoulders, holding him to me as my
body shakes from the intensity of my orgasm.
Oh,
fuck. I didn't think... I mean... a kiss? I can make him come from a kiss? Now
I really *do* feel like a god.
I
pump him in my hands until he stops coming. I smile against his mouth as my
sticky hand runs circles on his wine covered stomach. I put my head on his shoulder
and relax a minute as I play with his come. Then, I start to kiss his neck and
realize that I've hit the scar again.
"Lindsey?" I whisper in his ear. "Can I
ask you something?" I ask.
I hate loaded questions. Especially from Angel. However,
if I say no, he's still gonna ask anyway. I've figured him out that well, at
least. "Sure."
"I have to know... if I had been with you, would you
have ever needed the bite? I mean, would you have started... if I had been
around? Would you have asked me to bite you again?"
Damn.
Of all the possible loaded questions.... I take a deep breath, trying to catch
my breath and find my courage. "No. To all of the above."
"Why?"
I ask.
He pulls away a little to look in my eyes. This is so
hard to say. But he deserves to know this, because I don't want him thinking
this is only about the biting. "Because I wouldn't have needed to be
bitten. Not from you or any other vampire," I reply.
"I don't understand." I say as I start to
stroke him to hardness again.
"Unngh..." I moan as he starts stroking my cock
again. "Shit." I grab his hand, stilling it for a moment. "If
you *really* want to understand, that's not gonna help you in getting anything
coherent from me." I say with a smile.
"I just can't help touching you, Lindsey." I
say with a smirk before reluctantly pulling my hand away. "Okay, sorry. I
*do* wanna understand, Lindsey. I *need* to understand."
I
nod and ignore the urge to pull his hand back. "All right. It wasn't about
getting bitten, Angel. Because getting bitten *helped* me deal with the need
but it didn't satisfy it completely. I don't think I even realized that the
bite wasn't what I needed... until..." I swallow a few times. My mouth is
so dry.
I have to look away from those eyes, it feels like they
see into my soul and I don't like that feeling. "...until tonight."
Oh my god... is it possible? I mean, could he- I pull his
chin to me and look into his eyes. "What about tonight, Lindsey?"
Oh
god. He just can't let this go. I understand, though. I mean, he probably
thinks *he's* responsible for my addiction. And I don't want him to think that,
so I really should tell him. Because he's not responsible. Fuck, I did this to
myself when I fell...
My
heart is racing. Yes, I'm fucking terrified. Because if I tell him this and it
doesn't work out... No. He wouldn't do all *this* if it was just a fuck. Would
he?
"You." I risk a look in his eyes and he doesn't
*get* it. Damn it. "It wasn't the bite, Angel, it was you. The bite was
just something to try to trick my body into believing you were still
there."
I don't get it. "What's so special about *me*?"
Shit.
He's really *that* dense about this kinda stuff? I mean, I thought *I* was bad.
"Angel. I wanted *you*. You weren't there, and I didn't know what I wanted
anyway. I went looking for what I
wanted and all I came up with was a -very poor - substitute.
"And
when other vampires bit me, they never made me come. If I got hard, it was only
because I closed my eyes and saw you instead. And when I got myself off later,
it was ... still you I saw."
"But wh... why would you see me?"
Dense is no longer the right word. This is, well,
torture. If he were Angelus, I'd get it. But... no. He's just really that
dense. "Because, none of the one-night-stands really did it for me, after
that night. Girls... guys. Didn't matter. I couldn't find anyone who made me
feel the way you had. Not even the vampires who bit me."
I
just lay here for a minute, completely still. Was I *that* dense? That I didn't
see? That I didn't know? Even back then? Was I just in denial? Cause I needed
to believe it couldn't be? Was it there? All along? And I just missed it?
Am I
gonna lay here all night, naked and hard, next to an equally naked and hard
man, and *think*?
Thinking...
is for losers.
I
move quickly so I'm straddling him. I look down, deep into his eyes... God, I
can't believe I missed it all this while.
"Lindsey," I whisper as I run my hands up his
chest to cup his face. I lean over and kiss him sweetly. "I wanna make
love with you now."
Holy
shit.
I
was worried, when he didn't respond at first. That maybe I revealed too much
about how I felt about him. And then when he moved to straddle me, my heartbeat
sped up because I hoped it was okay. But now....
Holy
shit.
"Why?"
I realize that didn't make *any* sense, so I try again.
"I mean... why me?"
"Cause when I close my eyes, all I see is you."
I say, before descending upon his mouth.
Again, really, all I can think is... holy shit. Along
with: I can't believe this is happening. But I'm pretty sure it is, as I feel
him lower his body to mine. I moan into his mouth when our skin finally touches
and wrap my arms around his waist, needing him closer.
I
kiss him deeply and I feel his tongue against mine. I feel his arms around my
waist as I grind against his hips with my own. I feel his erection rubbing
against mine and I whimper at the feeling of warm skin against my coolness.
Lindsey heat.
Oh god. "Angel," I moan, tearing my mouth away
from his. "I need you inside me," I say, looking in his eyes.
"Mmmm..."
I moan with a smile. "Patience, Lindsey. I'll be inside you." I
whisper before moving to kiss down his Adam's Apple and collarbone. I slide my
tongue over his skin, leaving a wet trail down to his nipples as I circle them
with my tongue.
He whimpers as I run my hands up his chest and down his
arms while my mouth closes around his skin.
God,
he's back to torturing me. He's so good at making me enjoy it, though. He sucks
on one of my nipples and I thread my fingers in his hair, moaning his name. He
plays with the other one with his fingers, pinching and tugging on it. I can
feel his hard cock against my thigh and mine is pressing into his stomach. I
try to move against him, get some kind of relief. He just moves his hands to my
waist and holds me down, not letting me move as he continues his torture.
"Angel, please," I beg. I need this so badly.
He just raises his head to smirk up at me and I moan, knowing he's just getting
started. He moves to suck on my other nipple, making me whimper more. He bites
down hard with his still blunt teeth and I cry out, tightening my grip on his
hair. "ANGEL!"
That's
right, beg me. Moan my name. I guess they were right, when they said I had a
dominant personality.
He
feels too good under my lips. Fuck, I'd forgotten how sweet his skin tastes. I
wanna devour all of it. And him with it.
I smile as I bite down a little harder and I realize that
somehow, my one hand has made its way up to touch his scar softly.
Oh
shit. He's running his fingers over my scar. His scar. And my body is acting
predictably. My heartbeat speeds up and I can't seem to catch my breath.
"Angel.." I gasp. I'm fucking *trembling* again.
And
I should hate that he can do this to me. I should hate that *Angel* of all
possible individuals, somehow has managed to get this kind of power over me. I
mean, I was supposed to hate him. Not feel this way about him. But I don't hate
him, and I can't hate what he's doing to me. Not when it feels so damn good.
He rubs the scar a little harder, sending even more
powerful waves of pleasure through my body. Fuck, I'm so close. Just a touch?
Just a kiss? I've *never* had this kind of reaction to anyone. And that fact
makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, it's because this is meant to be?
I can feel him throbbing and trying to rub against my
stomach. He's so full of life. I love that about him. So much about him. He's
so ready to come. I smirk and reach down to grab him tightly, effectively
cutting off any hope he had of relief.
I whimper when he closes his hand around my cock. Begging
would probably be useless. So I just give him my absolute *best* sad puppy-dog
look. It always made the girls cave, back home. Who knows, it's worth a shot.
I
slide up and kiss him as I reach over and grab the cream. He sees what I'm
reaching for and seems eager for me to reach for it. I just smirk as I start to
rock against his stomach a little as I open it up.
I
can hardly wait for it. Dammit, I've waited for this for so long. Too long.
Much too long. But he's here. And he's ready and willing. And maybe if I do
this right, and kiss him enough and touch him just so, then he'll wanna...
stay?
I
take some in my palm and his hands reach up to take some from me. I let him and
my hands follow his as he coats my cock. "Oh fuck..." I moan as he
touches me. Fuck me... his hands... feel so right.
"Ready?" I ask as I slide back down and start
to move his legs over my shoulders.
"Hell, yeah," I moan.
I kiss his legs softly as I rub the cream on him and
watch his face as it warms.
He
trails a finger between my ass cheeks and rubs a little around my hole.
Oh....hell. Warming cream? Fuck. That's good. "Oh." Hm. Really
profound, Linds.
He
chuckles a little and slides his finger inside me, beginning to stretch me.
It's been a while. Seven months, to be exact. I never let anyone else fuck me.
It just seemed like.... well, I'd never admit this to him, but I liked that he
was the first... and I didn't want to ruin the memory with others who wouldn't
ever be that good.
I whimper a little as the cream gets warmer. It feels so
fucking good. He adds another finger and I try to relax my muscles letting him
come deeper. He brushes my prostate and I shudder, clutching at the sheets.
Mmm...
he's so impossibleytight. "No one else, huh, Lindsey?" I whisper and
he looks up in surprise. As if he thought I wouldn't know. I massage him inside
and hit his prostate as I do, often. He moans and grabs the sheets as I
continue to stretch him. But I can't wait much longer.
I pull my fingers out and replace them with the head of
my cock. I look down at him for permission, like him being here wasn't
enough... but still. If I'm not gonna be lonely tomorrow night...
He
pulls his fingers out and I feel his cock move to replace them. He waits,
though, looking at me. "Yes, Angel, please, God, I need it."
Hopefully that was clear enough.
"Oh....fuck yeah." I moan as I feel him pushing
slowly inside me. Shit, the cream makes his cock feel warmer. "So
good," I gasp. I love how considerate he is, too. I mean, he knows I want
it, so he could be a lot more forceful. But he's not. He's giving me time to
adjust as he goes deeper. Finally, he's completely inside me. "Oh my
god," I moan. It feels so right.
Oohhhhhh
shiiiit... "Lindsey," I whimper as I lean down for a kiss. Oh god...
I could stay here forever. Shit. I pause, not wanting it to end, but... needing
to move inside him so bad. I don't want to give this up. God, I need...
"Stay with me, Lindsey." I whisper, almost
inaudibly.
What the fuck? "What?" He didn't say it. It was
just my imagination.
I
actually said that? Apparently, I can tell from his statement, I *did*. No
backing out now. I'm inside him and that's where I want to be.
"You're inside me, Lindsey," I whisper,
"As much as I'm inside you right now." I move a little inside him
before kissing him softly. "So stay here. With me."
Oh god. He isn't.... No, he's just asking for me to stay
the night. I'm sure that's what it is.
"Not just for tonight, but for tomorrow too."
I
can't believe I'm hearing these words. These aren't the words I deserve. I
search his face for some sign that this is just some sick, cruel joke. You
know, 'Oh, Lindsey, you thought I was serious?' With that patented smirk that
I've seen so often.
I
don't see it, though. He looks ... well, worried. That I'll say no? Is he
insane? Doesn't he understand...? No. He wouldn't. I've never let him come
close to seeing how I feel. If I had... well, maybe nothing. But maybe
something. Maybe a something that can still *be*.
I
reach up and touch his cheek with one hand. He smiles and leans into my touch.
God I want him. Because he makes me feel like I'm still worth something. And he
wants me. Even though I don't have a fucking clue *why*. And I really don't want
to leave. I think I'd rather have just gotten drained tonight, if my future
later is to walk out of his life again.
He moves inside me a little and I moan. He makes me feel
things I've never felt. "Angel. Are you .... sure?" I have to ask.
Because if I make this choice and he changes his mind later, it just might kill
me.
"Surer than I've ever been." And *that's* the
truth.
I
look into his eyes, wondering how the hell he can be so sure? We're supposed to
be enemies. You know, you cut off my hand, I try to make you insane? When did
that change? Well, I know when it changed for *me*, but then again, I'm not
normal. I am, to put it quite bluntly, a very sick individual. See the vampire
addiction if you have lingering doubts.
But
him? He's one of the good guys. He wants to save the world. He's not supposed
to be drawn to the bad guys. Of which I was most definitely one. He's supposed
to get his fucking Shanshu and find that slayer girl and live happily ever
after. Right?
Even
if I'm wrong about the girl, I can't be *the* one for him. Can I? It's just...
against everything I ever believed about ... well, everything.
I'd
almost think he's just trying to save my soul, but he wouldn't go to this
extreme just for that. So it's... I'm not sure what it is. Attraction, yeah.
Lust? Oh, yeah. More? I'm afraid to hope. He really thinks I'm worth spending
the rest of his -well, at least, my - life with?
Well,
he did say he wanted to make love. I sure wish I knew what he sees in me that I
don't. But I'll get answers to these questions later. As long as I don't wake
up tomorrow alone. Which a part of me is still afraid might happen. But if I
don't take this chance, I'll never know what could have happened.
"I'll stay... for as long as you want me." I
answer. I just can't help leaving him an out, at least. And hoping he'll never
take it.
I'll
take that. I will. And I really can't help but move now. I've got him now.
Mine.
I growl a little before pushing inside him completely.
"Oh,
fuck," I whimper. It's insane, how good he feels inside me. He withdraws
again, and I squeeze him a little when he thrusts back in. "ANGEL!" I
yell when he his my prostate again. He moans and leans down to kiss me,
possessively. Yeah, I can deal with being his.
He
kisses his way down to my throat, avoiding the scar for the moment. I moan in
disappointment and he chuckles against my skin. He continues to thrust inside
me, and I moan his name every time he hits my prostate. When I squeeze his cock
with my muscles, he growls and nips at my skin. I like that, so I keep doing
it.
"Shit,
Angel, so fucking good," I gasp, between pants for air. My cock is rubbing
against his stomach and I wish he'd touch it. He's driving me crazy the way
he's licking and nipping every inch of my throat but my scar. How the hell he
can have this kind of stamina is beyond me. And I'm trying my fucking best to
make him come. Squeezing him and raising up my hips to meet his thrusts.
Nothing breaks his control though. Show-off.
I reach around his waist and trail my hands down to his
ass, squeezing and trying to pull him deeper as he enters me. He moans and
moves his head to nibble at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
"Fuck, Angel. PLEASE!" I whimper.
Shiiiiiiiiit.
He
feels *so* fucking *good* around me. And he's squeezing me... He doesn't
realize how close I am to just losing control. I just need- want- to pound him
until the cows come home. Or rather until *I* come. I like that better. Better
image anyway.
"Lindsey..."
I moan as he grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him, deeper. Oh fuck.
I've
been purposely trying to ignore the scar. Mainly because it's driving him
infuckingsane, but also because I'm too tempted to claim him. His pulse is
racing and screaming and his blood is just below the surface. I lick his skin
and can taste it, ready to pour out and ooze down my throat. Oh god, my teeth
itch for it. My tongue screams for the taste of fresh blood, even now, as I
thrust into his welcoming body. My lips crave to lock around that scar and make
a new one, let my fangs descend into his skin, nice and slow. Oh shit.
"Lindsey." I whimper as I slide my hand down
towards his cock. I can't wait any longer. We'll have tomorrow to do this
again. He throbs in my hand as I start to pound him harder. Fuck making love
now. There comes a point when you've just gotta come. And he seems happy that I
feel that that point is now.
"OHFUCKANGELYEAH!"
I yell as he starts to thrust harder into me.
"Godsogooddon'tstoppleasefuck." Babbling. I'm babbling. I don't think
he minds, if the growling noises he makes are any indication.
His
hand closes around my cock and I moan, thrusting up into it. So close. So
fucking close. He leans down again and kisses me, swallowing my moans and
whimpers as his tongue mimics what he's doing inside my body.
He pulls away and looks into my eyes and I'm blown away
by how much desire I see in them. Still not sure what I did to deserve it. He
raises an eyebrow before he leans down and nips at my ear, not the left side,
where the scar is, but the right. Still avoiding it. "Stop thinking so
much," he whispers. "Just let yourself feel how good this is." I
nod. That sounds like a good idea.
And
it does feel fucking amazing. It's times like these why I can see that Buffy
was never in my long-term future.
This
feels *too* fucking good.
Shit, I'm so close. I just need... I don't know what I
need. Just... *him*. I guess.
"Angel,"
I moan, pulling him close and kissing him again. I lick my way to his ear,
pulling his face closer to my scar. Before he can pull away, I suck on his
earlobe, making him growl. I whisper, "I'm not asking you to bite
me." He relaxes a little and I run my fingers through his hair. "I
understand if you want this to be about just us, not the vampire thing. Maybe
you think you caused my addiction? But you didn't. *I* did, because I was too
dense to realize what I really needed."
He's
still moving inside me, slower now, but he's listening to what I'm telling him.
It's easier when I don't have to look in those eyes. "I needed you.
Because I ..." I take a deep breath, "because I belonged to you. Even
before you bit me."
He stills completely. Shit. Did I say that? I guess I
did. He nuzzles my neck a little. "The scar didn't cause me to belong to
you. It just made me realize it. And you know why it's so sensitive when you
touch it? It's because it also reminds me of the first time you ever acted like
you *wanted* any part of me. You know what you do to me when you touch the
scar? It sets my whole fucking body on fire, Angel. That's all I want to feel.
I don't care if you bite me, or just touch it, it still feels good. Please,
Angel, make me feel that."
Oh...
I... uh... Oh... wha-...
"Glerk."
What
the fuck? Glerk? *That's* the intelligent thing I say after he fucking pours
his heart out?
Glerk?
GLERK?!
But
glerk seems to be the only intelligent thing I can come up with.
Until I remember my conclusion from before... talking is
for losers.
Shit. That's why I shouldn't have opened my fucking
mouth. He isn't even close to feeling the way I do. "Angel, if you don't
..."
"Angel,
if you don't..." I lean down and claim his lips in a deep and passionate
kiss, my tongue probing his mouth like my cock is probing his insides, as I
start to move again.
"I
do..." I whisper. "I very much do." I whisper as I slide my
tongue down and trace the ridges of the scar with my tongue, before latching my
mouth around it and sucking deeply... practically inhaling his skin.
Oh
fuck... He jerks in my hands and I just keep sucking and I feel the blood
welling up under his skin.
My
mouth bleeds for it.
Fuck... before I know it, I feel my fangs slowly ease out
of my own body and into his.
SHIT!
"ANGEL!" I scream as I come, digging my fingernails into his back. He
moans and follows me into orgasm, and I feel his cold seed flooding my insides.
When I open my eyes, I realize I passed out. No surprise.
That had to be the absolute most intense orgasm I've ever had. He's lying next
to me now, staring down at me. He looks apologetic. "Don't you dare apologize,"
I say. "That was fucking amazing, Angel."
And it was. Even if he changes his mind in the next
minute, or tomorrow, or in a week, and sends me away, I don't regret what
happened tonight. Even though it was a huge gamble to show him a little of who
I am, behind the 'evil lawyer' mask, it was also a relief. Not to hide or
pretend anymore. And whatever happens next... happens.
Holy
shit! I can feel the blood seeping into my skin through my veins. It fills my
body so much... I can feel him on my tongue and in my gut. And when he passes
out, it gives me a minute to lick him clean and watch the way it closes over
and shuts me out. But not for good. Not forever.
Maybe
I shouldn't have bit him, but I really didn't have a choice. He is mine. He
said so himself. And I did say I wouldn't. But that was before... before I knew *why* he was getting himself bit. And
now that I do... Now that it's because he needed a part of *me* the way I need
*this* part of him?
"Don't
you dare apologize..." I smile and look at him.
"It *was* amazing. And I'm not apologizing for
it." I lean over and kiss him. "Ever." I lay back and pull him
towards me. "I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner. Woulda saved us a hell
of a lot of heartache."
Huh? I mean, yeah, *I* was trying to find something to
ease the ache but... it never occurred to me that he was missing *me*.
"Us?" It's the best way I can put it into words.
"Well,
you know... you wouldn't have lost your hand and gotten it back. I wouldn't
have had to go all dark again... You wouldn't have beaten me up. I wouldn't
have beaten *you* up. All the lawyers would be alive and kicking..." I
look at him and he looks disappointed.
"And... I think it would have been much easier and
more fun to *fuck* you rather than fuck you. Don't you think? We missed out on
valuable years of this..."
I
shrug, lying back down, resting my head on his chest. Amazing, how normal and
... right... this feels. "Maybe," I say. "But I'm glad we never
got past the wanting to beat each other up stage, five years ago. Because that
guy, he wasn't me. Just someone I created who could deal with life as a Wolfram
and Hart lawyer. And when I decided I couldn't be him anymore, I'm glad all I
had to leave was the job."
Hopefully
this explains my... openness ... with my feelings, earlier. It was partially
because I'm just sick of games and a little too emotionally exhausted to play
them anyway. Addictions will do that to you. Mostly, though, it was because I
decided to take a chance and be who I truly am.
I hope that, whether or not Angel always saw who I really
was, this me *is* who he wants. And only time will tell if that's the case.
I pull him a little closer and run my finger over the
open scar. "I know. Or. I knew."
I shiver at the light touch and I pull away to look into
his eyes. "You did?" I ask. Okay, he *did* just answer that question.
"I did." I repeat again. "Having been a
soulless killer... I know. Plus, nothing as good as you could ever be evil.
Just a mask. Just like me with my friends."
I stare
at him like an idiot (again) for a moment. I really, really didn't give him
enough credit. Ever. I'm so glad he's so stubborn about going after what he
wants. Even more glad that happens to be me at the moment.
Well,
I'm completely out of profound things to say, apparently. But I've got to stop
looking at him like that. So I lean up to kiss him, running my fingers through
his hair. He lets me control the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth. He groans
and pulls me closer.
When I pull away, he's smiling. I'm smiling. "So,
uh... now what?" I ask. Since I am curious, and not just about what
happens literally now. I know I'm exhausted so probably sleep. What I'm
wondering is what about tomorrow, or the next day or the next day.
"Well,"
I say as I hold him tighter and pull the blanket up over us. "I don't even
want to say it, but I want it said. It's not that I don't trust you or think
you would, now, but... if you stay, and I hope you do... but if you do... *I'm*
the only vampire who should ever have his fangs in you. I'm non-negotiable on
that and I'll know if..." I trail off because I don't even think I need to
say it, but...
"If you still feel the need... you come to me."
I conclude before kissing his forehead softly. "Otherwise... you get your
clothes and give up the apartment you have. If you want... or... whatever you
want."
He
looks at me curiously and it occurs to me that I'm grinning. It's probably
really scary since I can't remember him ever seeing me do that. But I can't
help it. He wants me *here*? Ok, when he said stay, I was not thinking he meant
it in the literal sense. I was thinking in the sense of we'd be spending time
together, but not...
Okay.
Breathe, Linds. He's waiting for answers. "Okay, first off, you're the
only vampire that I want," I say with a smile. Now he's grinning. I like
it on him. "And I don't know if I'll ever feel the need again, but I
might, I guess. I mean, well, it's an addiction. But I promise I'll tell you if
that happens."
He seems relieved by that. "And I was kinda hoping
you meant stay here when you asked me to stay... but I was afraid to hope. But
yeah, I'll move in as soon as you want me to."
Oh.
My. God. He just... I mean... I never.... I hoped... but... I mean... WOW.
He
looks up at me and I don't ever remember him smiling like that since... well...
never. I've never seem him look genuinely happy, except when I buried myself
inside him. In that case, I can tolerate making him insanely happy every day
from now on.
It's
not perfect. Far from it. It needs work. *We* do. But for now... things are so
different now. I never thought I would end up here, with him in my arms,
feeling happy. But I am.
I
smirk and raise an eyebrow before kissing him deeply. I slowly lick down his
neck and suck on his scar again until I feel his cock start to stir again.
"I think one vampire is all you'll be able to handle, Lindsey. And that
suits me just fine."
"We'll
see... One human might be all *you* can handle, Angel." He whispers as I
feel him grab and squeeze my cock hard.
OH "GLERK!"
~El Fin~
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