Chocolate Prompt - 3

Angel sighed in disgust as he settled back further into the borrowed bed. 'Where has Giles been getting his information from?' he thought, shaking his head as his mind revisited his earlier adventures.

~*~*~

Earlier: somewhere in L.A.

Angel lightly shook his arm in an attempt to remove the clinging male. "I'm just looking for someone," he tried to explain.

"And lucky you, you found me," the little brunette giggled. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"It's Angel, and really I'm just here looking for someone that's supposed to be here." The vampire was really trying to be polite.

"What? No last name?"

"No, it's just Angel," he announced through gritted teeth; his temper starting to get the better of him.

"Oh. My. God. That is so freaky! We must be soul mates or something. I'm 'Just Jack'," he announced with a flourish, his hands framing his face as he said the last two words.

Without giving Angel a chance to respond, the excited brunette called out to a lady sitting at the bar. "Karen! Karen, come here."

Turning back to Angel Jack kept talking, "Karen's my friend, you'll love her, we're both from New York."

"Hi, poodle," Karen joined them drink in hand.

"Karen Walker, meet Angel...Just Angel," Jack gushed with excitement and including his little 'Just Jack' hand frame for show.

Angel rolled his eyes in pained disbelief. This time he was going to kill the Watcher.

"Honey, he's a vampire," Karen smiled pleasantly, nodding her head in agreement with herself.

Angel widened his eyes in shock.

Jack turned back to Angel, giving him the once over. "Are you sure, Kare Bear?"

"Oh absolutely, Jackie. No living person would wear that shirt with those pants," Karen stated with absolute certainty.

"Well, it certainly gives 'eat me' a whole new meaning." Jack's eyes lit up with interest; his mind happily providing him with lusty images.

Angel took the opportunity of their distraction to escape. He'd ring Giles from a safer location.

~*~*~

"Okay, so you're gonna need a new radiator cap, new hoses, and a replacement head gasket," the little redhead announced with finality as she wiped her hands on an oily rag.

Angel ran his hands through his hair in aggravation. This had just not been his night. His mad dash down to L.A. to find the still missing slayer, followed by the embarrassing encounter with the gay guy, 'Just Jack', at the bar where Buffy was supposed to be and wasn't. Then the phone call to the watcher that left him with more questions than answers, and finally, his car broke down in the middle of the night and he was stuck dealing with a crotchety old female mechanic who kept telling him she was Mary from Maine.

"It needs all that?" he almost whimpered.

"Aye-up," she confirmed flatly.

"Fine," he groused. "How long will it take, Mary?"

"Monday."

"It's going to take two days?" Angel really felt like crying.

"Won't have the parts till then," she replied flatly, slamming the door to the office closed in his face.  

~*~*~

"Well, hey there, sweet pea. You after one night or longer?" The brassy blonde behind the counter, with a name tag that read Tam, greeted him.

"I need a shaded room till Monday night," Angel answered tiredly.

"Well then, sugar, I need you to fill out this card. That'll be one fifty plus tax. Just pop out the do not disturb sign if you don't want the room cleaned." Taking the offered registration card and money, Tam looked over his shoulder at something behind him. "Oh, and sugar? You snack on anybody while you're here and I'll fuck you up, but good." Her smile never faltered, not even with the harshness of her words.

Looking over his shoulder, Angel noticed the mirror and groaned.

Tam's smile turned feral.

~*~*~

Angel picked up the pillow and held it over his head. At least in Sunnydale the denial factor worked in his favour. Apparently that was not the case elsewhere.

His mind drifted to Buffy and his fears came back. Where was she? Who was this guy that was moving in on his girl? He didn't know whether to feel sorry for himself or the other guy. Knowing he could never have Buffy was bad enough, but to be a substitute? Well that didn't bare thinking about.

~*~*~

As Buffy waited to change the load that included Spike's clothes form the washer to the dryer, her mind drifted back to the yummy blond that was lying naked on her bed upstairs.

She wondered briefly how she could have ever been foolish enough to think of Angel as her soulmate. They had nothing, with the exception of killing nasties, in common. Their whole relationship had been an exercise in pain and futility, but no joy. There'd been no romantic gestures, no spoiling of Buffy, no gorgeous protection from magical amulets, no sexy new coat made just for her. Hell, all she'd got from Angel was a loaner leather jacket too big for her and a cross - and didn't she have a bucket-load of those! And, okay, maybe the first time she and Spike had been together hadn't ended all that well, but movie night had been perfect. There had been no stupid comments guaranteed to piss her off. No evil suggestions that she wasn't very good. And so far, tonight was turning out even better.

The bath had been yum worthy and just now they'd shared a laugh, a tender kiss as his hand gently caressed her cheek, a sip of champagne, and the introduction of a delicious new way to eat chocolate.

~*~*~

"Come on, kitten, you're cold. Let's get you dried off." Spike whispered, not really wanting to end the moment, but unwilling for her to show any sign of discomfort.

One hand held her in place as the other used the ledge of the bath to aid him to stand. He stepped out of the bath, his precious cargo still safe within his firm embrace.

Buffy pouted playfully when he nudged her forehead with his nose as he moved his hand to unhook her ankles from around his waist. He chuckled at her expression as he reached for a towel and proceeded to dry them both.

Handing her the glass of champagne and the plate with the chocolate, Spike casually slapped her naked backside and urged her to take them into her bedroom, telling her he'd join her as soon as he'd tidied the bathroom for her mother.

Buffy snatched up the empty jewellery box before grinning and darting out of the room.

Spike chuckled and shook his head at her antics, then smiled softly and sighed in pleasure as her face drifted past his mind's eye.

Buffy marvelled at her complete lack of embarrassment in walking around naked. She couldn't work out what it was about this vampire that had her leaving her shy insecurities at the door. Most of the damage to her psyche that Angelus had done seemed to have healed with the gentle touches and murmurs of delight that Spike offered when ever they were together. He made her feel desirable, beautiful. Truth be told he made her feel like a princess that he had every intention of worshiping. If he could respect her slayer side, too, he'd be perfect.

Maybe if she could talk him in to patrolling with her, she'd get a better idea on where he stood with that.

A light gasp from the doorway heralded his arrival and Buffy's newly confident sexuality prompted her to turn away from him towards the bed, a sultry look thrown over her shoulder. "Coming?"

Spike chuckled in appreciation before using vampire speed to scoop her up and playfully toss her on the bed, bouncing on it with her. "Not yet, kitten, but give me a minute." He grinned wickedly before wiggling his eyebrows ensuring her laughter.

The blue of his eyes darkened with emotion as he gazed down on the laughing face of his new love. That he was here with her, and with the permission of her mother, filled him with awe.

Shifting them both to a sitting position facing each other he reached for the champagne that she'd left on the bedside table, leaned in to lightly brush his lips against hers and caress her cheek with his free hand. With a shy smile he offered her the glass. She returned his smile, blushing slightly before taking the glass and a sip of the sparkling nectar.

Reaching for the small plate with the chocolate, Spike offered her a taste. "You should try it with the chocolate, kitten."

Buffy reached for the melting candy as she cocked her head to the side in curiosity. "Why do you call me that?"

Spike shrugged as he grinned. "When I watch you fight, you remind me of a great cat; all graceful and deadly like. 'S magic. But when I have you like this, and it's just you and me...you're all cute and playful like. A kitten; a deadly kitten, but a kitten just the same."

'Paydirt! Spikey likes the slayer!' her slayer side chortled with glee.

Buffy blushed then closed her eyes as she relished the velvety texture of the chocolate as it slid down her throat. "Oh God, that's like the best chocolate I've ever tasted."

Spike stalled her hand as she moved it to remove the melted leftovers and redirected her chocolate covered fingers to his own mouth. Their eyes locked in place.

Buffy felt the burgeoning fires begin as he gently licked and sucked at her fingers.

When he finally released her hand, she automatically moved it back to the plate for another swipe of the delicious sweet. A stray drop slipped from her fingers to land on her inner thigh.

Their eyes held as the sexual tension in the room seemed to become tangible.

His head slowly dipped and his tongue flicked out to remove the errant drop.

Buffy hesitated momentarily, her inner slayer urging her to act. The girl urged her to wipe the sweet desert on her lips, her slayer begged her to choose a nipple. Buffy followed her slayer's advice with one alteration. She picked his.

His hiss of delight encouraged her exploration. The combination of sweet chocolate and salty skin exploded on her taste buds, she let lose a little moan of enjoyment.

Her eyes were drawn to his manhood. She watched as she continued to lick and nibble at his hardened peak, his erection grew, twitching and bobbing as if asking for her attention.

She'd never actually seen one in the flesh, so to speak, before. Angel had hidden them both with darkness and bed linen. It mesmerised her. She reached out a hesitant hand, exploring his firm and surprisingly silky skin. Her eyes widened as a drop of fluid oozed from the loose skin at the tip. He moaned as she brought her grip lower, exposing the head. She dropped her head and lightly lashed her tongue out to catch the creamy moisture. Rolling it around her mouth, she savoured the salty taste.

Spike froze as she innocently explored his cock. The heat from her hand alone threatened to give her the surprise of her life if he didn't do something about it, and bloody quickly too.

With the tips of his fingers he urged her head up, smiling into her eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked quickly, her fear evident in her voice.

"Not at all, kitten," he assured her then chuckled as he put down the plate and settled her into his arms, laying among her many pillows. "But if you'd kept that up, you'd have gotten a surprise I'm not sure you're ready for, luv."

"Oh!" she said blushing as the realisation of just what he meant hit her.

"How 'bout I show you a surprise that you are ready for?" Spike grinned wickedly, his tongue behind his teeth.

Before she could respond, he had surged down her body and positioned himself between her legs. At the first lap of his tongue to her moist center, Buffy's brain went on hiatus and her slayer side cursed the brunette vampire who hadn't bothered to introduce her to this pleasure. She thanked the Powers that in this, at least, Spike would be her first.

Spike knew that the only intimacy she'd experienced with the great poofter was when the bastard took her virginity. He'd heard enough of the tale when he'd been in the wheelchair to know that bog-trotting bastard hadn't done right by his slayer. That's right- his. Not the wankers- Spikes. And if he had his way he'd bloody well make sure that that would never be in question again!

He nipped and suckled at her folds, alternating that with teasing her passion extended clit by circling it with his tongue, but not touching it yet. He needed this to be the best bloody experience she'd ever had. He wanted to bring her to heights she'd never before known; to feel pleasure she'd only dreamed about. The fact that he was enjoying the hell out of the experience was just a bonus, but, by Gods, the taste. The only thing that he'd ever tasted that was better was her blood. At the thought of her blood his fangs slipped slightly, nicking her and bringing on her first orgasm. The combination of tastes had him attacking her quim with ravenous desire; his frenzy bringing about her second eruption. His mouth filled with her juices as she screamed his name.

~*~*~

Buffy warmed as she mentally relived the experience.

Moving the now finished load from the washer to the dryer, she then turned and made her way upstairs.

As she passed through the kitchen she grabbed a can of whipped cream, because everyone knows that desert isn't complete without cream.