Title: Strangers in the Night
Chapter#: (1/?)
Author name: Spike's Slayer Vixen
Author Email: sara_pridmore@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: NOne of these characters are mine. They belong to Joss,
who in no way deserves them. He should just give them to me b/c he
doesn't know what he is doing. :)
Summary: Buffy mistakes someone else for Angel and there is hell to
pay. Vague, huh? :)
Pairings: B/S, B/A
Category:Drama
Rating: NC-17
Author's comments: Thanks to Laure for her great inspiration. A
special thanks to Sarah, David, and James for giving me something
worth writing about.
Feedback: Please!
She was miserable. She had been up for three nights straight, unable
to sleep due to extremely painful cramps. Slayer strength cramps. She
had finally gone to her doctor and gotten a prescription for some
pain killers. Now that she had gotten some relief, her mind began to
wander to another matter that made her ache in a completely different
way. Angel.
They had not been together since her period had started four days
ago. She burned with lust for him in a way that she hadn't thought
possible. She realized it was her own fault. He had been willing and
able but she just couldn't allow...that. She wrinkled her nose in
disgust.
Sighing, she climbed into bed, knowing that she couldn't even
pleasure herself in her current state of being. She figured she would
spend the night tossing and turning again, but the lack of sleep
caught up with her. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the
pillow. So sound asleep in fact that she didn't even hear teh window
creak open or notice the dark figure climbing through it. She was
still half way asleep, in fact, when a cold, hard body joined her
soft, warm one under the covers and pressed up against her. Cold
fingers carressed her breasts through the thin material covering them
until they were hardened little buds. Her shirt was removed
skillfully and tossed aside.
"Angel," she moaned, not opening her eyes,"go 'way." Cool lips made
their way down her neck and chest, down to her breasts, where one
nipple was suckled and nipped at, and then the other. She moaned
softly and arched against his mouth. "I mean it," she said
weakly. "We can't do this now." The body beside her shifted but
didn't go away. His mouth kept on teasing and kissing as he made his
way down her body.
In her half conscious state, she was burning for him. When he slipped
away her panties, she did not protest this time. What the hell, she
thought. If he's willing then so am I. She spread for him eagerly as
he settled between her firm thighs. She groaned softly as his cool
tongue dipped tentatively in her warm, wet folds. He took his time,
licking and sucking her outer lips until they were clean of old
blood. She was extremely glad she had shaven that afternoon on an
impulse, leaving her sex bare and glistening.
His tongue once again dipped down into her folds, licking and
teasing. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, a silent plea
for him to stop torturing her and make her come. He ignored her,
however, still licking and sucking ever trace of her blood away.
Finally, he gave into her demands and sucked her nubin into his
mouth. She came hard and with a muffled shriek. He grunted as the
combination of her juices and blood gushed forth. He lapped up the
liquid greedily. Wordlessly, he shifted over her body. She gasped as
he ran his cock over her hot, wet cleft.
"Don't tease!" she scolded breathlessly, wriggling under him in need.
He thrust quickly, entering her in one smooth motion. They moaned
together, her at his cool hardness, him at her scalding heat. He
began to slowly move in and out of her, driving himself to the hilt
in her tight pussy.
"Hard," she begged, and he was happy to oblige. He pumped into her
furiously, and she arched to meet his every thrust. Her orgasm came
suddenly and without warning. He gulped for unneeded air as her
vaginal muscles all but crushed his cock. Her pussy was still
spasming around his cock as he began to drive it in and out faster in
mindless need. He could feel her building up another orgasm as he
was, too. His balls tightened but he gritted his teeth and held out,
wanting to push her over the edge first. Her body shone with sweat as
her round, full breasts heaved with her panting. "Angel!" she choked
out as ecstasy overcame her. He let himself release inside her then,
her hot, tight pussy milking his cold, dead seed from his swollen,
purple cock.
She sighed contently as he rolled off of her and slid his softening
cock out of her. He waited until she had fallen back asleep before he
crept out of bed. He dressed quickly and climbed out of her window,
disappearing into the darkness.
Buffy woke up, reaching for her Angel. She frowned when she realized
that he wasn't there. However, the pleasurable soreness between her
legs made her shake off her disappointment as she remembered the
details of the previous night. She grinned as she stretched languidly.
She quickly showered and pulled her damp blonde hair into a ponytail.
Sliding on her favorite pair of worn jeans and an old gray Sunnydale
High sweatshirt, she shoved her feet into a pair of white tennis
shoes. Then she climbed out her window, shivering at the unusually
cool California morning. She headed off to Angel's to surprise him
with breakfast. She couldn't wait to see him after last night.
Angel was pacing the floor when she got there. He looked at her
wolfishly, the mere sight of her making him hard. He groaned as he
turned away and ran his hand through his hair.
"Hey, love," she said, throwing her arms around him and giving him a
big hug. "Did you have an interesting night?" she asked with a sly
wink.
"Um, not really," he replies in confusion. "How about yourself?"
"Oh, Angel, don't be coy with me. Last night was wonderful. I should
have let you do it days ago."
His face was paler than normal and there was a wildness in his
eyes. "Buffy, don't play games. It's not funny."
"Angel, I don't know what you are talking about. All I know is that
you made love to me last night and it was wonderful."
"Buffy," he choked out, trying to control his anger and sudden
nausea, "I was here last night. It wasn't me you were with." And he
knew who the imposter had been.
Chapter#: (2/?)
Pairings: B/S
Category: Drama
Rating: PG-13 (language)
"Buffy," he choked out, trying to control his anger and sudden
nausea, "I was here last night. It wasn't me you were with." And he
knew who the imposter had been.
"Listen to me, Buffy," he said carefully. "What made you think it was
me?" He was trying to conceal the hurt that was gnawing at his
stomach. He couldn't believe that she hadn't known it wasn't him she
was making love to.
"Huh?" she said, looking dazed. Her head was spinning, and she had
the overwhelming urge to throw her guts up in a bush somewhere. "Oh.
Well, whoever it was had a cold, hard body for one." She blushed in
shame. "I obviously didn't think he was human, and you are the only
vampire with an invitation into my bedroom, my whole house. Well...I
*thought* you were." Tears sprang to her eyes.
"Please, Angel. I am so sorry. I was half asleep when it happened
and...that's no excuse, I know." She hung her head in shame,
imagining how she would feel if their roles were reversed. She was
utterly disgusted with herself. How could she have been so
stupid? "I'll go now. I'm sure you don't even want to see my face
right now."
He didn't try to stop her. She waited for him to but he didn't. He
tried to call her name as she walked away, shoulders slumped in
defeat, but the word died in his throat. He just couldn't face her
right now. It hurt too much.
When she made it outside and closed the door, she took off running.
She ran until she thought she was far enough away from the mansion.
Then she bent over, heaving. Hot tears streamed down her face. She
wanted to die.
There wasn't a doubt in Angel's mind who had fooled Buffy. It wasn't
even a question of why. He just couldn't figure out how the scum bag
had gotten into her home. He knew that Buffy wasn't stupide enough to
invite him in herself. How had he done it?
Angel took a deep breath before pounding on the door of the crypt. He
was beginning to smoke from the sunlight but he didn't care. He had
to see the bastard that had violated his lover. He had to remain
calm. He couldn't let the son of a bitch know he knew.
"Bugger off!" came the reply from inside the crypt. Angel pounded on
the door again. After a moment, the door swung open. "I said, bug--
well, hello there, Peaches," said the blonde vampire. "What's wrong?
Didya run out of that hair gel you fancy so much? Sorry...haven't got
any here. Don't use the poofster stuff myself...hey!" Angel shoved
him roughly aside and stalked into the crypt.
"This place is a mess, Spike," he said as he picked up a shirt from a
chair and tossed it in the floor. He sat, glaring at the other male
as he huffed around, trying to straighted up the place in spite of
himself. He hated when Angel used that holier than thou tone with him.
"Sorry. Didn't know you were going to drop by. I also forgot what a
bloody poof you are." Spike snorted and flung himself across an old
couch. He picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the floor
and took a big gulp. "To what do I owe this visit, anyway?"
Damn. Angel hadn't really thought of a legitimate reason to be there.
His thoughts had mostly consisted of varying ways to kill Spike. He
had thought that Spike would just blurt out the truth when he saw
Angel standing at his front door, and then the punishment would
begin. It hadn't happened that way, however. Angel tried in vain to
come up with some good reason for being there.
"Come on then. I haven't got all bloody day. What's the matter?
Slayer got your tongue?" Spike asked with a smirk. Angel roared in
fury, sending Spike flying across the room with a punch.
"Bloody hell! What is wrong with you?" Spike snarled, spitting blood.
"N-nothing," Angel said, kicking himself for losing his cool. "I have
to go." With that, he threw his coat over his head and ran out,
leaving Spike staring after him angrily.
Buffy laid on her bed, staring at the wall. Her mother watched her
worriedly from the doorway to her bedroom. She was very worried about
her daughter. Buffy had came home from her morning jog and gone
straight back to bed. Joyce had heard her several times in the
bathroom, heaving and crying. She walked over and sat down on the
edge of her bed. She reached out, stroking her daughter's soft, silky
blonde hair.
"Buffy, honey, I have a client coming here tonight. He has some
pieces I am interested in putting in the gallery. I could postpone
it..."
"Don't be silly, Mom. I'll be fine. In fact, whey don't I just change
and meet you downstairs in a minute. I would love to meet your
associate and see the pieces."
"Really?" Joyce asked in surprise. Usually, Buffy preferred trips to
the dentist over pouring over pieces of art with Joyce and her
associates. She said the art was too boring and the people were too
stuffy. "Well, if you are sure. He was here the other night but I
just got the check today."
Buffy shooed her mother out of the room so that she could get
changed. She only hoped that the boring, dusty pieces of junk her
mother called "art" could take her mind off of her disloyalty to
Angel. She ran a brush through her hair absentmindedly. The doorbell
rang, almost making her jump out of her skin.
"Dawn?" she called out to her sister. "Did you *borrow* my purple
sweater again?" She was answered with a yelled "No!" and a slammed
door. "Sor-ry," Buffy said sarcastically. She'd just wait until Dawn
went to Janice's to go search her room. She was fairly certain she
would find it hidden under Dawn's bed, no doubt stained.
She pulled on a windbreaker and headed downstairs. She peeked around
the corner into the kitchen to sneak a peek at her mom's friend.
Suddenly, her jaw hit the floor and her heart stopped. At that
moment, everything became clear. She was staring at her mother
chatting with her molester at the kitchen table. And it was...Spike!
She thundered up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door shut. She
locked it and grabbed the phone. She quickly dialed Angel's pager
number. He didn't have a phone, but ironically he owned a pager. Go
figure. Her hands were shaking as she waited for him to respond to
her page. "911" it had said. "Buffy".
