Chapter 6: Still Dancing
Upstairs, Angel slid open the door to his room as he pulled Darla inside. He quickly closed and locked the door as she began fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
“Careful baby, don’t want to damage the merchandise, you know.”
He caught her mouth in a harsh kiss as he palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples into hard points. She moaned against him as she slid her hand around his cock and began to stroke as he pulled her skirt up and fingered her roughly. Angel pulled her astride his leg as he leaned against the door and continued his caresses. She pressed into him and sucked his tongue as he invaded her mouth. Their low moans were the only sounds as the foreplay continued, until suddenly Angel broke the urgent kiss and pushed her lightly away.
Darla was surprised that he’d suddenly broken off, but smiled as he urged her back toward the bed. Her grin lessened at his next words and disappeared altogether as he dropped his pants without ceremony.
“You know what to do, baby. And if you’re real good, maybe I’ll return the favor.”
She signed and knelt in front of him. Well, at least he’d promised a little quid pro quo in return. If she was good, arrogant ass. She enveloped him in her mouth and began to suck in earnest, using all the tricks she knew. Angel had a reputation as quite the stud on campus and given the size of what she was currently trying to swallow, she suspected it was well deserved. She’d always wanted to see what he was like in the sack, but she knew he had a reputation of requiring a lot of, well, persuasion, to actually fuck a girl. Tease.
Rumor was he was fairly selective as to who he’d actually screw, but he loved blow jobs, no discrimination there. She’d run into him at the beach last weekend and they’d ended up in the back seat of his car after sunset. She been pretty charged, she’d been wanting him for months and the setting had been perfect, she knew she was finally going to get a chance to see if there was something to this fuss about the great Angel. She’d been slightly frustrated when she’d worked him over for a good half hour and had only gotten a hand job in return, because he’d had to leave to meet up with some old friends.
But he’d invited her to the party and she’d finally managed to find him alone, away from that little blond chick he’d been dancing with half the night. She managed to corner him just as he left the main room, where she’d seem him talking with Spike. Spike, now there was another KET brother I’d love to take for a spin. Haven’t had much luck with him though, he always seemed to sidestep any advances I make. Well, he can wait for another day. Right now, she was determined to take this Angel thing further. She continued to work his member, her mind almost on autopilot, sliding her teeth just ever so lightly over him, then running her tongue up and down the veins as she applied more pressure.
“Oh baby, that’s so good, don’t stop.” He ran his fingers through her dark hair, directing her efforts.
Darla briefly wondered if he had a clue what her name was. Baby seemed to be his universal endearment and she wouldn’t be surprised, if she asked, if he’d didn’t know what to call her. She dropped the thought as it appeared her efforts were about to pay off. Oh yeah, he was going to be returning the favor all right. She felt herself growing wetter at the thought of him pounding between her thighs. She felt his balls tighten and prepared herself to swallow as he came with a groan and a shudder.
She licked him off, then crawled up on the bed where he lay. “Did you like that baby?” she cooed as she began removing her clothing. She was surprised when he stopped her.
“No, let me.”
She shrugged, figuring he wanted to take control, and pulled her top back down as he reached under her skirt, teasing her softly until she felt her breath hitching in her throat, then jerking her thong off in a single move. He knelt in the floor beside the bed and pulled her to the edge, bunching her short skirt around her waist as he inhaled her scent, then began thrusting his tongue against her folds, as his fingers slide inside her. She had to admit, Cordelia had been right. This man knew what he was doing. Before she knew it, she felt her climax slam into her, swiftly followed by a second as he continued to massage her clit.
As she slowly came down, she expected him to reach for a condom and finish what they’d started. But instead, he stood up, tucking himself back in his pants and carefully pulling her skirt back down. He pulled her up for a quick kiss on the cheek and ushered her towards the hall.
“Thanks babe, that was great. I’ve got to get back to the party, though, okay? I’ll call you later. There’s a bathroom down the hall.”
He shut the door behind her and she stared in disbelief at the abrupt dismissal. *What the hell?* She was more than a little frustrated by his behavior, but she wasn’t one to give up easily. And the taste she’d had made him worth a second go. She’d just have to keep her eye out for the next opportunity.
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Buffy finished out the dance as she heard the band switch to a slower tune and quickly scanned the room for Spike or Angel. She was owed dances and she needed a partner. She saw Spike standing in the doorway, watching the stairs as a tall leggy blonde who looked like she’d just been taken for a spin descended.
Buffy ignored the girl as she made a beeline for Spike, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor. He protested mildly but allowed her to tug him along as she pulled him into a darkened corner.
“Now people won’t see if you can’t dance,” she breathed in his ear as she encircled his neck with her arms and laid her head on his shoulder.
He fought to keep himself from shuddering as her breath tickled his ear and she pressed her warm body against him, swaying lightly. He slowly encircled her with arms, letting them rest against her bare flesh as they moved together, closing his eyes and getting lost in the fantasy that this was something more than two old friends sharing a dance. The melody of the tune washed over him, a cover of a DMB tune he’d always liked.
Crazy how it feels tonight
Crazy how you make it all alright love
You crush me with the things you do
I do for you anything too
He rested his head against hers and pulled her just a little closer, almost unconsciously, enjoying the smell of her perfume and that unique Buffy scent he’d missed. She seemed to fit against him so perfectly, right at the curve of his shoulder she nestled and he realized this dance was going to torment him for a long time to come.
Lovely lady
I am at your feet
God I want you so badly
He wondered what would happen if he tilted her head up and kissed her with all the passion he had inside, if she would look at him differently or be willing to give him a chance, instead of Angel. Part of him wanted to try. But he knew she wanted Angel and Angel wanted her and he wasn’t going to get in the way as long as Angel showed her some respect. Maybe Angel was serious about wanting to just be with Buffy. He resolved to turn his brain off and just enjoy the dance and the chance to hold her like this, if only for a little while.
Lovely lady
I will treat you sweetly
Adore you I mean you crush me
It’s times like these
When my faith I feel
And I know how I love you
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Angel turned off the shower as he stepped out and quickly toweled off. He needed to get back to the party, but he knew reeking of sex would not win him any points with the new object of his affections. He smiled as he remembered the way she’d felt against him on the dance floor. He was glad he’d run into Darla, he had seriously needed to work off some tension.
He wondered what Buffy’s reaction would have been if he had brought her upstairs with him. He bet, when he finally got her in his bed, she’d be quite the little spitfire. He briefly checked himself out in the mirror as he finished dressing. Too bad she wasn’t just another fling, he was going to have to put some effort into this one. He threw the towel haphazardly on the rack and unlocked his door, starting back downstairs.
He had promised to walk her and her friends home, which had went over well, he thought. Her face had lit up at the suggestion and he knew she’d immediately run off to share the news with her buddies. He could almost imagine the conversation, “Angel’s offered to walk us all home, isn’t that sweet?” He could have offered to drive her home alone, but he was going for the slow buildup here. Be a gentleman, walk them all home, maybe steal a little peck at the end of the night. Light and flirtatious. He thought maybe one or two more dances with Buffy and the walk home should put their little romance in motion.
He definitely was going to wait on being intimate with her. He knew some girls really went for the hearts and flowers routine and he was pretty sure Buffy fell in that category. That way, their first time together would be “special” and really make an impact on her. Besides, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be getting any while he was wooing her. Now this last girl, what was her name again? Dana? Daria? Darla. That was it. Quite talented and clearly interested. He’d string her along a while longer, see if he put her on the long-term list. She just might make a good little fuck-buddy if she could be discreet about it for the next few months. Which reminded him, he really needed to talk to Cordelia.
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By love we’ll beat back the pain we’ve found
You know
I mean to tell you all the things I’ve been thinking deep inside
My friend
With each moment the more I love you
Buffy realized with a start that the end of the song has approaching. She felt like she’d just stepped into Spike’s arms and at the same time like she’d been there forever. She felt like she’d come home. She knew she’d drank a little too much this evening and that snuggling against Spike like this probably was something she’d be embarrassed about in the morning, but right now, he felt so good. She could feel his hard chest against her as he held her tight, felt the graze of his fingertips as he lightly moved his hands across her back in random patterns. She found that her left hand had somehow intertwined itself in the hair at the nape of his neck and she savored the texture, lightly caressing the soft strands. She let her eyes drift closed again, wishing she could find a pause button and stay in this moment.
So much you have given love
That I would give you back again and again
Meaning I’ll hold you
And please let me always
He pulled her close, almost in a hug and she realized they had almost stopped moving as the final chord of the song sounded. She felt him bury his face against her neck for a brief moment, then let her go as he stepped back slightly. Slowly, she raised her head to look up and meet his gaze for the first time since she’d pulled him into the corner. She couldn’t read his expression as she felt his eyes search her face, and he slowly closed the distance between them again and softly nuzzled his nose against hers. Then he kissed her, just briefly, a light brush of lips across hers, once, twice and she’d have sworn she felt the merest hint of his tongue caressing her bottom lip. Or had that been her imagination? The contact was gone before she could foolishly grab him and deepen the sparks that had flashed through her at his touch. He quietly whispered in her ear, “Welcome home, Goldilocks, you were missed.”
Then he turned and walked away before she could say a word, gone from the room before she could react. She realized her heart was beating rapidly and she felt tingly all over as she stared at the empty space where Spike had just been, but she had no time to process her thoughts before Angel swept though the door, clearly looking for her.
“Hey Buff, what are you doing over here in the corner, being a wallflower? You owe me a dance, baby.”
She snapped out of her daze and looked up at Angel, who pulled her to the other side of the dance floor where the rest of her friends were. Soon she was lost in the music again, pushing down her contemplation for a quieter time, but found she was quickly tiring of the scene. Not long after the next song ended, they decided to head home as the party began to wind down. Angel went to find the key to retrieve their purses and the girls followed him back to pick up their stuff.
Soon they were all walking towards the campus, Angel casually looping his arm around Buffy’s shoulder as they strolled along. Part of her enjoyed the attention, and the somewhat envious looks she was getting from Harmony and Diana. But part of her was a little annoyed at Angel’s territory marking. He seemed a little possessive for someone who’d danced with her a few times. Her mind kept drifting back to that other dance and Spike’s hasty departure. Why had he left so quickly?
They dropped the other girls off at their sorority house and made the final leg to Stevenson. Willow made a quick exit into the building, sensing that Angel wanted some “alone” time with Buffy. He called a goodnight to Willow, then turned back to her.