Another Angel/Winky Ficlet for ya!
Set just after the dirty (okay, artsy) flick in Enemies
Angel watched Buffy leave with Faith, debating whether he should
follow them or just go home.
He definitely needed a cold shower. Or 50.
Winky: You think that's gonna take care of our..problem? Think
Angel: Look, I swear, I thought it was about food!
Winky: Whatever, man. So you thought, what, a quick work and jerk
and everything's right with the world again? Not this time.
Angel: Well, I can't exactly walk around like *this* for the rest of
Winky: So follow her and wait till they're done doing....whatever,
score us some Buffy hand! Or mouth. I'm all for mouth.
Angel: You know we can't.
Winky: I never promised anything...perfect, especially since it'll
be all over in about a minute. And that's being optimistic.
Angel: You know, sometimes I really don't like you. Buffy's not
some cheap whore, just to be used to make YOU happy.
Winky: Who called her a whore? Plus, hey, that's what your tongue
is made for, buddy! Take care of business! I already talked to him,
Angel Tongue: I live to serve.
Angel: You stay out of this.
Winky: Look, man, at least follow her home. We can try to catch
some Naked!Buffy action. Throw me a scrap here, pal!
Angel: You know, I'm not a peeping tom.
Winky: Well, your choice: I can stay up like this for a LOOONG
time, and embarass you for a couple days, or you can do a little
Angel: Don't you think that's a little wrong? She wouldn't even
know I was there. I don't like to spy on her.
Winky: Liar. And she's the Slayer, dumbass. She can sense us from
a mile away. Hell, we might even get a little show! Start walking!
Angel: Why do I listen to you? ::begins following Buffy's trail::
Winky: Because you know I'm right. Oh, on the way, let's stop by
the store. I know one little lady who's getting a kimono for her
Angel: Scratch my previous comments. Sometimes I like the way you
Angel grunted softly as he pulled himself onto the roof, crawling
forward until he was settled in to his usual spot outside Buffy's
Winky: She's not in there.
Angel: I saw her go in thirty minutes ago. She's probably in the
Winky: Now we're talking.
The door opens to reveal Buffy in a robe, brushing out her hair. She
pauses for a second, then takes a seat at the mirror and stares at
Winky: Perfect placement, dollface! Bring on the boobies!
Angel: Would you stop?
Winky: Hey, it's not like I'm exactly renowned for my patience.
Angel: Well, just keep it down, alright? I'm trying to concen....
All thought is interrupted as Buffy rises slowly, her eyes still
trained on the relfection of the window behind her.
Angel: We gotta go, I think she's on to us.
Winky: You go and I promise--blue balls for a month.
Angel ignored this, making a move to run if she turned to the
window. Instead, she slowly, sensually ran her hands along the tie
of the robe, and pulled the ends painstakingly until the fabric was
hanging loosely over her nude form.
Winky: I fucking TOLD YOU SO! She knows we're here, and she wants
to give big daddy a little show! You owe me.
His eyes were trained on Buffy's reflection as she slipped the sides
of the robe down to her elbows, revealing her breasts to his gaze.
She smiled slightly, then ran her hands slowly from her throat, down
over her nipples, then back up.
Winky: BOOBIES! I SEE BOOBIES! Remind me to send you a fucking
or something, man. You actually picked a winner this time.
Angel reached down to slowly stroke him self in time with Buffy's
caresses over her body.
Winky: Alright, Cool Hand Luke, I'm gonna let you do this, but just
so you know? I'm imagining it's her.
Angel: Yeah, me too.
Both were silent as Buffy shucked the robe completely, revealing her
naked body to his sight. He drank it in greedily, his eyes hungrily
following the path of her hands. She slowly turned and walked to
the bed, lying down but never stopping the caress of her hands.
Winky: She's gonna do it, man.
Angel: No she's not.
Winky: Yes she is, man! DAMN you have the coolest girlfriend EVER!
Okay, now maybe I can telepathically tell her to open those sweet
young thighs and....
As if she had heard him, she slowly spread her legs, keeping her
knees bent but allowing Angel a pretty good view of what lay between
them. Even from a few feet away he could see she was extremely wet. She slowly traced a hand down over her stomach, teasing lightly
before slipping one finger between her folds and moaning.
Winky: You realize this is going to be over very quickly, right?
Angel: Preaching to the choir, man.
Angel unzipped his pants slowly, pulling out his swollen cock and
using the wet droplets already present at the head to aid in the
sweeping motions of his hand.
Winky: Pretending it's Buffy, pretending it's Buffy.
Angel: (grunting) Uh-huh.
Angel stared, slack-jawed and brow furrowed as Buffy writhed on the
bed, thrusting two fingers in and out of the hot depths he could
recall at any given moment of the day. She fondled one breast and
then the other, pinching her nipples lightly and gasping.
Buffy: Angel....god, Angel....
Angel: Oh shit.
Winky: She's doing that on purpose. It's working. Hope you got a
rag or something handy, cause this train is pulling into the station!
He stroked roughly, imaging himself coming through the window and
thrusting into her, claiming her as his rightful mate and enjoying
the sweet warmth of her body forever.
Buffy's moaning increased in volume, her hips rising off the bed as
she sought to reach her own peak.
Buffy: Angel, yes! God, yes! I love you!
Her choked cry signaled her release, and she convulsed for a few
moments before laying back on the bed, breathing rapidly.
His own hoarse moaning had hopefully been camoflauged by hers as he
spilled over his hand and onto his pants. He slumped back, resting
against the house as he tried to catch his unnecessary breath.
Winky: I told you this was a good idea.
Angel: You're a sore winner, you know that?
He cleaned himself up as best he good and straightened his clothes,
preparing to jump down to the ground, when Buffy's voice caught him
Buffy: Next time, maybe you should come inside.
He didn't mistake her double meaning, but chose not to comment on it.
Angel: Maybe I will.
He smiled and hopped down, walking into the night.
Winky: What's this MAYBE shit? That was an engraved invite if I
ever heard one.
The End :)