Author: Lucey
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, the title, the rating or anything else. The mistakes are mine, since this baby's not beta-ed.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/A
Distribution: my lj, Denialhaven, the usual suspects hosting my stuff. Others? Ask.
Feedback: pretty please?!
Dedication: to my wonderful twinly hannabee, Happy Birthday!!! *smooch*
Summary: totally AU, Buffy needs a new roommate – it’s that simple. What’d you expect? It’s PWP! ;o) Enjoy!
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Seriously, could there be anything worse than roommate-hunting? A whole day of talking to people and nobody she would have picked right away. Sure, there had been some she had put on the list for closer consideration but still… Maybe she just had to guilt Willow into moving in with her after all.
Buffy took another glance at the newspaper. Maybe she had gotten the advert wrong? “SWF, Westside, seeks roommate, trustworthy, clean, no pets.” Maybe she should have been a little more specific? Here she was, Buffy Summers, college graduate and broke. If she wanted to keep the apartment, she needed a roommate. Ever since Kendra had moved out she had been dreading the day she had to make a decision. They had been living together for 3 years and her friend’s new job in Cleveland had left Buffy alone. All her friends were already living with their respective boyfriends or girlfriends. All except Willow, who planned to bring that topic up in a conversation with Oz, soon. No, she couldn’t ask Willow.
There had been Andrew who was so openly gay Buffy instantly got a vision of not being able to use her bathroom again for the next 10 years. Next there was Faith, one of the definite “maybes” on her list. Living with her wouldn’t be easy but Buffy was fairly certain she could do it. The next few people had been tough. Kate was a drummer, Parker was a pervert and Kennedy too bossy. Next came Cordelia Chase, proto-type of daddy’s little princess. She had instantly announced that she would be spending most of her time at her boyfriend’s, so she wouldn’t be around much, a fact that catapulted her directly on the “maybe”-list. Spike had been flirting with her so shamelessly she was definitely flattered. But if living with him was such a good idea? And now the last girl, Gwen, had just left. No more people for today. Time to slip into something comfortable and take another look at the list over a cup of coffee.
The phone interrupted her plans for the evening. Pleading that it wouldn’t be another applicant, Buffy groaned and grabbed the phone.
“’lo, this is Buffy Summers speaking.”
“Hey, it’s Willow.”
“Hey, Will”, Buffy smiled and moved over to the sofa.
“So, how’s it going?”
“You have no idea…this whole town’s full of crazy people.”
“That bad?”
For the next minutes Buffy filled her best friend in on the day’s events. They were talking pros and cons of the different candidates, trying to figure out who’d be the best roommate for Buffy to live with.
“So, you think I’d go for Faith?” Buffy asked.
“I think she’d be good for you. You wouldn’t be alone all the time and she sounds like she’d keep you from locking yourself up with work and drag you out a little.
“So much for your confidence in my socializing skills.”
“You know I didn’t mean it that way, Buffy. But you have to admit you’re not the most outgoing person.”
“I know Willow, I just can’t help it.”
“Don’t worry, Buffy. You’re smart. You’re beautiful. The new job will be fine and you won’t become a cave-person.”
“Thanks Will.” Buffy smiled.
She needed a little pep-talk every now and then. Being considered a geek all her life didn’t exactly do wonders to her self-esteem. Once it college it had gotten better, but still, a part of her felt like the girl nobody asked to dance at prom. She was still a little surprised when a guy hit on her, which seemed to happen more and more during the last years. Not that she complained on finally getting a piece of the dating-pie. She had moved from disasters like Graham and Owen to a 1,5 year relationship with Riley. During the last weeks she’d loosely been dating Ben, who wanted to be a doctor and a real sweetheart.
Still, there was something missing in their relationship and her life. She wanted to be swept off her feet and float on cloud number 9. Nobody had made her feels this way and she was starting to wonder if it maybe wasn’t meant to be that way after all.
The doorbell shook her out of her musings. Who could that be? She had told Ben she’d be busy all day and there wasn’t another candidate scheduled for today. She walked over to the door and carefully looked through the peephole. Great, nothing but a broad back. She pulled back the chain and opened the door. The back turned around and when Buffy looked up to meet the face she wanted to die right this instant. This wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be him. What was he doing here?
“Uhm, hello…” he started, irritated by her silence. “I came to apply for the room, if it’s still vacant, of course.”
Why did his voice suddenly sound so hoarse? She had to think he was a complete idiot. God, she was beautiful. She wasn’t supposed to be beautiful. He wanted to live with her not lust after her. Or maybe he did? He shook his head to stop the dangerous trail of thoughts.
“Uhm, hi.” Buffy replied after a while. He didn’t remember her. Of course he didn’t. It wasn’t like she’d left a lasting impression on him. Oh god, this had to be a dream.
“Is it?” he startled her.
“Sorry, what?” she blushed. Oh great, Buffy. Way to make an impression.
“The room.” he smiled.
Oh no, don’t smile like that. Her knees were already getting wobbly.
“Uhm, yes. Of course. Come in.”
This couldn’t probably end well.
“Thank you. I know I should have called first.”
“No, it’s fine. Would you, uhm, like something to drink?”
“A beer would be nice. I had a horrible day.”
“Beer it is.”, she smiled and headed for the kitchen.
Leaning her head against the cool surface of the fridge was comforting. She knew she had to go back there. Time to get a grip. This wasn’t a date and he didn’t even remember her, for Christ’s sake. Might as well get it over and done with.
“I can’t believe how rude I’ve been.” he walked towards her and took one bottle from her hand only to shake it. “I’m Angel.”
I bet they’re missing you in heaven.
Shivers ran down her spine when his hand touched hers. God, even his hand was perfect. How was it possible that he’d gotten even more handsome through the years?
Angel, too, was startled by a tingle on his skin, going all the way down to his guts when he touched her. Her hand was so tiny. She was so close; he could smell the vanilla scent of her shampoo and the slight note of perfume on her skin. Her green eyes stared at him and her mouth opened to croak out: “I’m Buffy.”
He finally let go of her hand and walked over to the armchair opposite to the sofa. He had to have some distance between them or he would kiss her right now. The slight pout on her bottom lip teased him to no end.
“So, what do you wanna know?” he took a sip from the cold beer in his hand, watching her settle on the couch.
Are you single? Do you mind if I rip of your shirt?
“Uhm, do you…do you smoke?” Oh great.
“No.” Oh great.
“Well, why don’t you tell me something about yourself?” Nice one, Buffy. Let him talk.
“Well, okay…we got the name covered, so I come from a small town in California, went to Princeton and just moved here.”
“What do you do?”
“I paint. Doesn’t exactly make a fortune but it’s enough. Can’t afford living on my own so I need a roommate. One who can stand the occasional smell of paint.”
“Oh, my mother used to paint a lot, so I’m used to that.” Buffy blurted out before she knew it.
“That sounds nice. Do I know her, maybe?”
“She died two years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
He watched her get lost in thoughts for a moment, then let his eyes wander through her apartment. One particular picture caught his eye. The people looked familiar…but that wasn’t possible.
“So, is there anything else I should know?”
“Let’s see…we already had the poor artist subject. No pets, don’t smoke…I sing in the shower, and horribly bad, I might add, I love going to the movies and I can’t say no to a good book. I keep my place clean and my friends know how to behave themselves.”
She smiled, once more a slight blush covering her cheeks as images of him in the shower were running through her head.
“Sounds good.”
“So, what about you? What am I getting myself into when I move in with you?” he was dying to get to know her.
“Oh, I’ve just finished college and I’m soon going to be an assistant at a publisher’s. The pay isn’t bad, but I still need a roommate. I might have to travel a lot; they still haven’t filled me in on that, so I probably won’t be around 24/7. Love movies and Chinese food but I’m a horrible cook.”
Both stared at each other for a while. This was more and more looking like a date, not an interview. Besides being extremely attracted to each other, they both knew that moving in together wouldn’t be the wisest idea. Buffy couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness that he didn’t remember her.
She had a crush on Angelus ‘O Grady all the way through high school, well at least until her parents divorced and she and her mother moved the New York. The new town had been good for both of them. Buffy had instantly found new friends in Willow and Xander and she had even lost a bunch of weight. She was starting to blossom, her mother had always said. Now, almost 5 years later, Buffy felt like she was being sucked into the hell of Sunnydale High school all over again.
He knew he was staring at her. The familiarity was increasing with every minute. Still, he couldn’t quiet place her. He looked at the picture again. The chubby, pimply girl was framed by two people that obviously were her parents. Buffy…suddenly it dawned on him. She couldn’t be Buffy Giles, daughter of Rupert Giles, head of Giles enterprises? Buffy Giles from Sunnydale? The girl on the picture was nothing compared to the goddess in front of him. Still, he just had to ask.
“Uhm, sorry to ask you this…but you wouldn’t for some reason be Buffy Giles?”
What? How? Why?
“Y-yeah. Buffy Summers now. But Rupert Giles is my dad.”
“From Sunnydale?”
“That’s where I’m from originally.”
“I thought I knew you from somewhere! I’m Angel. Angelus ‘O Grady, I mean. We must have been in High school together.”
As if I could ever forget that.
“Uhm, yeah. Could be…we moved before I started my senior year.”
“Right…you were…”
“Nerdy Giles.” she blushed crimson red as she blurted out her old nickname.
“I’m sorry…” he suddenly felt bad for bringing this up.
“No, it’s okay…” she mumbled. So much for him moving in.
“It’s just…I mean, look at you! You’re…wow!” he gestured towards her. What the hell am I doing?
She blushed even more. “Thank you…”
Awkward silence settled between them once they both dug through childhood memories.
Buffy tried to focus and avoid looking at him. Besides being incredibly sexy and forbiddingly handsome Angel would be the perfect roommate. He could cook. She would feel safe with him around and he was funny. Unwanted images of them living together entered her mind and she was startled, as she felt his hand upon her arm.
“Huh?”
“I said I have to go…it was nice meeting you and I hope to hear from you, soon.” he repeated. It was obvious she wasn’t interested. She had barely said a word. Why did he even bother to leave his number?
“Oh, you have to leave?” Don’t go!
“Yes, I’ve some friends to meet, so I better go.”
“O-okay then…” So he was just going to disappear from her life again.
She got up to escort him to the door.
“I’ll call you about the room; let’s say in two day’s time, okay?”
“Sounds good.” he smiled at the thought of her calling him. Even if he wouldn’t move in, it’d be nice to hear her voice again.
They had reached the door and it was time to say goodbye. His hand rested on the doorknob and she almost bumped into him, when he turned around.
“I’m sorry…” he almost whispered.
“Oh, it’s okay…” she started and her large green eyes once more met his. They stared at each other for a long while, drowning in each other, trying to figure out the emotions running their veins, intensifying with every heartbeat.
Angel was the one to break it by moving towards her.
“Oh, screw it.” he mumbled before his lips descended on hers.
She was shocked when he suddenly grabbed her. Her arms instinctively came up to protest but when his mouth met hers all thought fled from her brain. Her hands grasped his shirt in a desperate attempt to hold him closer. This couldn’t be happening. Angelus ‘O Grady, hunk and still favorite fantasy of her lonely nights was not only standing right here in front of her, but he was also kissing her. No, no simply kissing her. Word couldn’t describe what he did to her. He licked, he nibbled, he teased, he caressed. And, much to her own surprise, she found herself responding with equal fervor. When his tongue entered her mouth to taste even more of her, she complied. Her tongue fought a gentle battle with his and her heart beat violently. Every minute she would wake up and find herself alone in an empty bed. Every minute. But his tongue kept caressing hers and his arms, now wound tightly around her, pulled her even closer. She could feel his own heartbeat now, matching her own violent rhythm. Her body was on fire and her heart danced at the realization that one of her all-time-favorite-dreams was here, for real. Kissing Angel was the most incredible experience she’d ever had.
She mewled, standing up on her tiptoes to meet him, to still get closer. The small sound turned into a moan when he pressed her against the door, his claim on her now more insistent than ever.
After an eternity they both desperately needed to breath, the oxygen doing nothing to help their state of mind. Realization dawned on them and they both blushed.
“I…I’m sorry….” Buffy whispered.
“No, I’m sorry. I…I started it. I’m sorry I kissed you like that.”
No…don’t say it. Let me have this kiss…
“It’s…it’s okay…more than okay…well above average…I mean it’s…”
Great! Babbling now. No wonder he regrets it.
“And I’m sorry for this.”
“For what?”
She’d barely uttered the question when he kissed her again. This time his lips traveled down her chin and he along her jaw, finally caressing that spot on her neck that had always been so sensitive, that no man ever discovered and yet he seemed to know it.
“God, you feel so good…” he whispered, still trying to cradle her closer.
“Angel…we…we shouldn’t…” she tried to complain. “Oh go, please, don’t stop.”
She grabbed is strong shoulders, trying to steady herself. God, he felt so good. Nuzzling his neck she breathed in his scent and then did something she’d craved since she was 14. Her tongue licked all over his smooth skin, tasting him, teasing him. From the sounds he made against her neck he didn’t seem to mind much. No, he pressed her closer to him, his obvious arousal poking against her belly. Oh god, this felt so…this couldn’t be real. She didn’t just make out with Angel ‘O Grady, perfectly able to arouse him.
“God, Buffy…you feel so good…” he sighed again, wanting her more with every second.
His lips clashed against hers once more and his hands roamed all over her body, tugging at her clothing. Before she could fully realize it, Buffy busied herself with sneaking her hands under his shirt, feeling the smooth skin there, raking over his muscles. A small voice inside her had warned her they were going too far, that she had to stop and step away from him or they’d do something they’d both regret later. But would she really? Regret it? I can’t believe I’m considering this! She wasn’t the average one-night-stand, it wasn’t right. But how could something that felt so good possibly be wrong?
“Angel, stop…” Did she just say that?
“What is it?” he sounded irritated, looking her straight in the eye.
Right now, this very second, seeing the raw hunger in his eyes, Buffy decided that it didn’t matter. She didn’t care. If only he looked at her like that again she’d willingly do everything he proposed. Seize the day.
“Nothing…” she whispered and sensing her insecurity he gently took her face in his hands.
“We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want. But I thought you…”
God yes.
“I-I just never did…but it’s okay. P-please, kiss me?” Just to be sure.
He leaned down and kissed her, more gently now. Taking his time to explore her mouth, to get to know every inch of it, he kissed away all her worries. Soon he found her responding with renewed passion, want that threatened to spiral out of control with lightning speed. God, he needed her. He had to have her, and soon.
He never stopped kissing her, maneuvering them over to the couch again where they ungracefully fell down. Her green eyes darkened with lust as he took of his shirt, baring his perfectly tanned and well-trained chest to her. Her hands started wandering about every rippling muscle, teasing every rib until her fingernails scraped his nipples that hardened under her insistent ministrations. She bit her lower lip at the thought of licking whipped cream off that chest.
“Like what you see?”
Caught.
“Very…” she purred.
“Well, I say it’s time you return the favor” he leered and once again marveled at the blush covering her cheeks. His hands easily rid her off her tiny shirt and he took a moment to admire her breasts, almost spilling out of her bra with her heaving breaths. Still, it was too much clothing and he couldn’t wait to bare her to his gaze. He carefully reached behind her and unclasped her bra, feeling the goose bumps all over her skin. The hindering garment out of the way, he pressed her down to lie underneath him, unable to escape. He started with feather-soft kisses around her collarbone and changed to soft licks and bites the closer he came to her breasts. Going for the left one first, he found her nipple already hard and standing out for him. He laved the diamond peak with his tongue, cherishing the moan he wrung from her mouth at the contact. His hand moved to her other breast to prepare it for sensations yet to come.
“Oh god, Angel, please”, she sighed, arching off the couch with every lick and bite he gave her.
“Patience, lover…” he rumbled and softly blew against her wet skin. Her nipple hardened even further, now looking deep red and well pleasured.
Buffy though she was going to die. The man knew every trick and treat she’d every dreamed of. His soft skin meeting hers, his mouth creating exquisite pleasure. She almost exploded from the ache between her legs. She needed more, closer, harder, faster, now. His denim-covered cock was rubbing against her intimate folds through layers of clothing and yet she was about to come. Her fingers trying to unbutton his jeans finally shook Angel out of his own quest. Realizing they’d never get what they wanted he helped her undo the buttons and let her pull down his pants. He kicked off his shoes and socks, standing in front of her only in a pair of boxers. She had kneeled on the sofa, her face only inches away from his straining cock. Her fingers hooked under the waistband and pulled it down, leaving him gloriously naked. He watched her eyes widen at the sight of him and was waiting for her next move.
Finally she gently reached out to touch him and once she did, he was lost. Her tiny hand started to trace him, then squeezed him a little harder. Angel had to close his eyes, too intense the sensation. They flew open again seconds later when he felt her tongue softly starting to lick the first drops of pre-cum from the mushroom tip.
“Goooaaahhd…” he moaned as she took him insider her hot mouth, sucking vigorously, trying to take him in completely, until the head hit the back of her mouth. She was good, and he felt oddly jealous about the thought of how or where she had learned that. But did that really matter when he was not the one benefiting from it?
Buffy was almost shocked at herself when she started to suck him. But an overwhelming feeling of power came over her when she heard him whimper and moan. The idea that she was the one doing this to him was mind-blowing and it made her even more determined. He was close now, she could tell from the way he was starting to jerk and twitch. She felt Angel’s hands on her head, tightening his grip in her hair, trying to signalize that she had to stop.
“Buffy, stop…I’m gonna…”
Too late. He came with a guttural moan inside her mouth and she swallowed every drop of it.
He looked down at her in amazement as she licked her lips, a kitten trying to clean the last traces of milk from its whiskers. God, he wanted her.
Take her. Take her now.
Buffy never knew what happened but suddenly she found herself flat on her back, Angel’s tongue invading her mouth, tasting himself on her lips. His hands grabbed her pants and yanked them down and she was sure she’d heard a few buttons pop. He didn’t stop there but returned to her mouth once he’d tossed the jeans aside, crashing a lamp on a nearby table in the process.
“You’re amazing…god, I want you so much…” he managed to get out between kisses. Her panties were soaked by now and he ripped them off in one smooth movement.
He wanted nothing more than thrust deep inside her molten depths but he decided to make her wait a little longer. She was wiggling underneath him, her body on fire and tingling in anticipation.
“You want me, lover?”
She nodded.
“You want me to put this”, he grabbed his cock, once again hard for her, “into there?” His right index finger just barely grazed her entrance and she mewled.
“Please…” she whimpered.
“Or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers first?” he gently spread her outer lips to emphasize his question.
“Oh god, Angel, please…” she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Please what?” he teased her, needing to her the words from her own mouth.
“Fuck me, Angel…I don’t care how…just please…” Buffy was beyond caring, only able to think of him being inside her, stretching her, making her scream.
He smirked and spread her legs even wider. Her hips jerked off the couch when he first slid one, then a second finger inside her.
She was so tight, so wet for him he slid into her like butter. His thumb lazily circled her clit while his finger created an ever-increasing rhythm. He pumped her mercilessly, loving the helpless little sounds she made. Still, it wasn’t enough for him, he needed to taste her. Buffy’s eyes flew open when his tongue replaced his fingers and he penetrated her even more mercilessly than before. Her fingers scraped his scalp, urging him to go on, fasterhardermore. She screamed when he finally sucked that hard, aching nub into his mouth and bit down every so gently. Stars exploded and for a moment the world went black as she rode out her climax.
She was brought to her senses again when he whispered against her ear.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. Like the sweetest honey. I could eat you all day long.” He kissed her and she tasted herself on him, sucking his tongue deep insider her mouth.
“I need to be inside you…” he moaned when they finally broke apart.
“Please, Angel…” she whispered, her eyes for a brief moment locking with his. He moved on top of her, between the cradle of her legs, trying not to fall off the small couch, ready to strike when suddenly…
“Fuck.”
Please?
“What?” she asked breathlessly, preparing for the assault.
“Condom”, he croaked out. How could he have almost been so stupid?
“Pill”, she replied, glad it wasn’t something else that kept him.
His brows furrowed in confusion. Why was she on the pill? Inexplicable jealousy once more bubbled inside of him.
She saw his face and knew what he was thinking.
“It’s for my skin.”
He stared at her and sighed with relieve. He wasn’t able if he could have stopped now. They were too close, too far gone to pull back. He met her eyes again and then, with a final and forceful thrust, he was inside of her. This was heaven. She was so tiny, so fucking tight, and yet she matched him perfectly.
He didn’t intend to go for a quick fuck but her impatient mewls and moans fueled him on and on and soon he found himself slamming inside of her with full force. She matched his every thrust, her hips rising up to take him even deeper. He felt so good, so right so…everything she’d ever dreamed of.
The sofa creaked in protest under the passionate lovers and before they knew it they fell off the couch and tumbled on the floor, never once pausing to think of possible damage. Angel grabbed her legs and forced her knees up her body, draping them over his shoulders to get even closer to her. He was close and he already wanted her again. And again. She felt too good, too perfect, too close to something he hadn’t felt in years. Her whimpers turned into moans and he reached for her clit again. With the double pressure of his thumb on her clit and his thick cock inside her Buffy came with a scream she’d have to explain to her neighbors later. Angel felt her flutter around him and with a finally thrust drove himself home, spilling inside her.
This was over way too soon. Sure, it had been one hell of a ride but there were so many things he wanted to do to her body, so many ways to bring her pleasure. She panted besides him, apparently unable to move and he reached for her hand.
Buffy felt his hand on hers and a part of her wanted to cry. It was over and besides being shocked about her own behavior and the feeling that she probably wouldn’t be able to walk for a day or two; a nagging feeling of fear crossed her mind. What was going to happen now? What was she supposed to do? Excuse herself to go to the bathroom and hope he’d be gone once she returned? Was there a post-one-night-stand rule?
She looked at Angel in irritation as he started to laugh softly beside her.
Oh great, now he’s going to make fun of me.
“What’s so funny?” she snapped. This was going well. Time to kick him out. She wouldn’t humiliate herself. Cursing her own stupidity, she went searching for a piece of clothing, suddenly feeling very naked. Angel’s hand on her leg stopped her.
“I…” he laughed louder now. “I just thought I’d ask you whether I have the room.”
“What?” she stared at him. Was he crazy?
“Well, after the interview went so well…I thought I’d ask what my chances are.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“What? No…I’m dead serious.”
“You really want to move in.”
“Of course. I’d prefer moving directly to your room…but I guess that’d be rushing things.”
She was now laughing, too. This was crazy. But it felt so good.
“Right. People would talk and everything.”
“Exactly.”
He grabbed her and pulled towards him so he could give her a kiss.
“You are amazing, Buffy Summers.”
“You’re doing pretty well yourself”, she grinned and gave a soft yelp when he smacked her naked behind.
They cuddled together in their aftermath, both trying to grasp what had happened between them in the last few hours. Were they stupid? Or naïve? Probably. But if it worked out, they had a funny story to tell their grandchildren once they were 21 or older.
“Nice floor.” Angel finally remarked.
“Thanks. You should see the tiles in the bathroom.”
“Tile’s are tricky. You might catch a cold there.” he winked.
“Oh, the carpet in my room’s pretty nice, too.” she lazily drew circles on his chest.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Maybe…” she squealed when he suddenly took her in his arms and stood.
“Carpet will do, even though I was hoping for a bed or something.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see about that, do we?” she kissed him, softly nibbling at his bottom lip.
She frowned when he stopped and looked around in confusion.
“Uhm, Buffy? Which one is your room?”
“The one on the right.” Or the one they didn’t leave for the entire weekend, as she might have added later.
The end.