The Dream

TITLE: The Dream

AUTHOR: CJ

FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.

DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to Joss, I just borrow them from time to time.

PAIRING: It's a surprise

DEDICATION: To Sofy, who told me to write. And to Sarah, the greatest beta in the entire world.



Like cool silk, his hands run over my body, pushing at the sides of my shirt. His lips making patterns on my chest. I tangle my hands in his hair, finally long again, the way I like it. I pull him back up to my lips and kiss him with passion I didn’t know I could ever have.


After kissing for what seemed an eternity, I push him over onto his back. Climbing over him, I press his hands to the bed above his head and just look at him. God, how could anyone be this beautiful? I take my hands off his and begin unbuttoning his shirt. His chest is so smooth and white. It feels like silk beneath my fingers.

I let my hands dance over him. Stopping at his nipples, I play with them, rubbing and pinching lightly, before leaning down to lick and nibble. Working my way down his chest with my lips and tongue, I send my hands exploring other areas. Areas like his broad shoulders, his straining biceps. Then brush my hands down to play with the opening of his jeans.


I unbutton them slowly, letting my lips follow my hands. With them opened all the way I can see the bulge under his boxers. I run my hands around his waist while playing with the curls I find there, lifting his hips to tug at the jeans that still cover far too much of his body.


Pulling them down reveals long beautiful pale legs. I sit back, staring for a few moments, I run my hands up and down them, watching as the sparse covering of hair plays back and forth under my palms. Moving my hands further up, I run them into the openings of the boxers, cupping his ass cheeks in my hands. I run my tongue across his muscular, but oh-so-soft thighs, working my way up to his center. When I reach the bottom of his boxers I nuzzle into them getting him wet before taking his balls into my mouth one by one, gently sucking.


Letting him slip from my mouth, I run my hands up and pull at his boxers, pulling them down and off. Again, I stare at him, then, unable to resist I dip my head and drag my tongue up his shaft. Licking around the tip lightly, teasing. I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue and pulling him deeper. Finally I can savor the feeling of having him in me completely. I bob up and down, back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper.


I can feel that he’s close. I made him this way. I gave him this pleasure. I want to give him more. I suck harder, faster, squeezing his ass. I bring him closer to the edge, then let him hang there, waiting. After a long pause I swallow him whole and squeeze him hard. With a shout he shoots off in my mouth, tasting of ambrosia. I hold on to him as he shoots more and more.


Long after he’s done, I release him from my mouth. I climb up over him, cuddling up close to him, with his arms around me. I let my fingers play along his ribs as I place a kiss on his chest.


“Oh, Angel,” I sigh, opening my eyes.


“Yes, Xander?” He asks, looking at me curiously. His face suddenly clears in realisation and he smiles.


Then so do Buffy, Willow, and even Giles.