TITLE: "Sundae Surprise"
AUTHOR: ASH Watcher/Slayer Watcher
RATING: Buffy/Angel
PAIRING: NC-17ish :)~
EMAIL: ggtheslayer@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: My fic, NOT my characters. *pout*
SPOILERS: None, so HAH! :)
DISTRIBUTION: ash_watcherfanfiction(my group), my LJ, and wherever else I stick it. You want it, ask first.
FEEDBACK: Pretty please, with Angel on top. Flames should be sent to Spike's crypt, making sure he signs for each delivery. ;)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Terilyn4 gave me the idea for the fic. She wrote the smutty bits. ;)
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Buffy walked into the mansion and looked around for Angel. Glancing around the great room didn't yield any results, so she headed upstairs to the bedrooms. She skipped Dru and Spike's old room, as well as the bathroom.
"Angel? Where are you?" she finally yelled, failing to find him anywhere. The kitchen, library, and courtyard were empty too.
"That jerk! He knew I was coming over after training," she groused to herself, after plopping down on a cushy easy chair. "This sucks." Buffy stood up and went back into the kitchen for a snack, training with Giles always worked up an appetite. Eww, that sounded wrong. It made it seem like she and Giles were having sex, and that SO wasn't happening. Just the thought of Giles naked made Buffy grimace and shudder.
"Ooh, ice cream! Double ooh, chocolate syrup!!" Buffy grinned, quickly making herself a sundae. "Now if he just has whipped cream and sprinkles..." she said, rummaging through the cupboards for the necessary sundae toppings. "SCORE!" she crowed, as she sprayed a bunch of Reddi Whip onto the bowl of chocolate covered ice cream, then doused it with rainbow sprinkles.
She hopped onto the kitchen counter and scooped up a big bite to eat. But before she could actually eat the ice cream, Angel came walking in.
"Where have you been?" she asked, taking the bite on her spoon. "Mmmm...good," she purred.
"I went to the school to meet you, but I guess I missed you," Angel told her, eyes focused on the sight of her lips covered with the chocolate sauce. He felt a sudden tightness in his black jeans.
"Oh, okay," Buffy replied, looking up, then swallowing hard when she saw the heated look in his brown eyes. She grinned wickedly, then put the sundae down. She took one of his hands in hers and with her free hand, grabbed the ice cream and led him upstairs.
"What are you doing, Buffy?" he asked, seeing the chains she'd grabbed after letting go of his hand.
"Getting ready to tie my dessert bowl to the bed," she replied, winking at him. He grinned, and started to lay down.
"Don't forget to get nekkid first," Buffy warned him. Angel stripped off his clothes with haste, then lay back down. Buffy wrapped the chains around his wrists snugly.
She giggled, stripped down to her panties, no bra, and grabbed the ice cream. She scooped up a big spoonful and let it drop to Angel's bare chest.
"Oops...look what I did," Buffy gasped in mock-surprise.
"You best be cleaning that up, Babe," Angel said, groaning as she began licking the chocolatey mess from his skin, nipping each of his hard nipples with her teeth, then soothing the sting with her hot little tongue.
She swooped down and dipped her tongue inside his bellybutton, using the tip to lift the ice cream into her mouth.
Buffy dribbled melted ice cream on his engorged shaft and leaned down and swept her hot little tongue up it, licking and sucking the sweet confection off. Then she tipped the melted ice cream from the bowl, letting it run down into her wet curls, then lifted up and over Angel's mouth so he could sweep his cool tongue up and into her swollen pussy. Swirling his tongue around her folds, Angel was euphoric as he enjoyed his tasty treat.
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"Pooh, no more ice cream," Buffy pouted fifteen minutes and five orgasms later.
"Darn," Angel replied, pouting back at her. She smacked him on the shoulder, then hopped off the bed.
"Are you going to unchain me now, Buffy?" he asked hopefully.
"Nah. Just cause I ran out of ice cream, doesn't mean I'm done with you yet," she snickered, then went downstairs to find her backpack.
THE END
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