My first fanfic "Christmas Cookie" 
Title: Christmas Cookie
Author: Terilyn
Email: Terilyn4@aol.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Summary: Christmas at W&H, Angel gets a visitor
Spoilers: Takes place 6 months after Not Fade Away
Feedback: Yes please, it’s very welcome
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy
Distribution: My livejournal, yahoo groups I belong to and if you’d like it, just let me know, I’ll say yes.
Author’s notes: This is my first fic ever so please let me know how I did. Special thanks go to Gretchen who challenged me to write a fic and agreed to beta it for me and to Alexslayer who made me a cool banner to go with it.
Angel stood at the window, looking down at the ant like masses pouring through the plaza outside the Wolfram and Hart building. He could hear the squeals and excited chattering of his employees as they decked the walls of the lobby with mistletoe and tinsel.
It was six long months since the fight in the alley, since Wesley died. He, Spike, Illyria and Gunn had prevailed in the fight against the demon horde. Heck, he’d even slayed the dragon. Gunn had almost died but had recovered nicely from his injuries. He shuddered to think what might have happened if *she* hadn’t come to help. Buffy. They had all come to help, even Giles. With Buffy and her army of slayers, he and his team had decimated the horde after many long hours of fighting. Willow had done a spell on Gunn, keeping him alive long enough to get him to a hospital.
And then she’d left him again. Buffy had left him alone again. Said she still had some baking to do. Said she was half baked, was close to being done, but not just yet. Asked him to wait just a little longer. Of course he’d agreed. What else could he do? So he threw himself into cleaning up the firm after the Senior Partners conceded defeat and signed the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart over to him, no strings attached.
Lorne had shown back up about three weeks later, saying he didn’t know what to do with himself on his own anymore. He had settled back in as Head of Entertainment. Angel had been so happy to see his friend back. He had thought he would never see Lorne again after asking him to kill Lindsey. Lorne had used his anagogic abilities to weed out the employees who were too evil to change. Then Willow and Dawn had showed up, asking for jobs. They had hated living in England. It was too cold and dreary. With Buffy traveling all over the world looking for lost slayers, they had felt at loose ends. Angel had agreed and asked Willow to take over as Head of Magic and Dawn became Head of Research.
A loud crash and shrieks interrupted Angel’s brooding. Using his preternatural speed, Angel was across the room and throwing open his office door in seconds. Willow and Dawn were tangled up on the lobby floor, strands of Christmas lights wrapped around their torsos and a ladder lying on its side near them.
“Willow, Dawn!” Angel cried. “Are you all right? What happened?” Angel ran over to them and began untangling them from the lights. “I always thought the lights were supposed to be wrapped around the tree, not you,” Angel commented, struggling not to laugh.
“Well, Dawn and I were up on the ladder, trying to wrap the lights around the tree and I guess we leaned over too far, ” Willow admitted sheepishly. “The ladder fell over and us with it!”
Lorne came trotting up to the threesome. “I told them they needed to let some of the men string the lights or else just one of them be on the ladder at one time…but do they listen to me? No-o!” he groused. “Oh, glad you could join us, Angelcakes,” Lorne beamed at Angel.
“What? Join you?” Angel yelped. “I’m not joining you, I just came out to see what the crash was.”
“Oh no, now that you’re out here, you gotta help us finish decorating!” Dawn exclaimed from her prone position on the floor.
Angel began backing up towards his office. “No, no… I don’t do decorations, I don’t do tinsel and whatever… I’m a vampire, darn it,” he spluttered, inching closer and closer to his office door. “Vampires don’t do holidays, we bite the holiday decorators!”
Dawn and Willow jumped up and rushed over to Angel, each grabbing an arm. “Oh yes you are too gonna help!” Dawn declared. “Uh huh, sure are,” Willow stated. Dawn and Willow began dragging the reluctant Angel toward the tree, him protesting every step of the way.
“Sugarplum, you might as well shut up and start decorating now,” Lorne smirked, whipping the tangle of lights up from the floor and dropping the mess in Angel’s arms. “These girls are not going to let you wriggle out of helping, so just start a wrapping!”
Angel stared at the multicolored lights in his hands, then at Willow, Dawn, and Lorne in turn. “All right, I know when I’m licked,” he sighed. Angel righted the ladder, climbed up, and began stringing the lights while the girls looked on, grinning happily at getting their way.
A few minutes later, Angel finished stringing the lights and started to climb down off the ladder. “Get back up there Angel, you need to put the Christmas ornaments and the star on the top branches,” Willow ordered, handing him the box of decorations along with the star.
“Okay, okay, I’m doing it,” Angel grumped as he climbed back up. Sitting on the top of the ladder, he reached up and placed the Star on top of the tree, then began placing the ornaments on the branches.
“Oh-h, nice view,” a voice called out from outside the elevator that had just arrived. Willow and Dawn squealed and jumped the visitor.
“Buffy!” Angel shouted, whipping around to catch sight of her, causing the ladder to wobble and tilt over, spilling him onto the floor.
“That’s a good look for you Angel,” Buffy giggled, kneeling down next to the sprawled vampire. “I take it you’re surprised to see me?”
“B-Buffy, you’re here,” Angel stuttered as he struggled to get back up.
“Yes, I think we already established I’m here” Buffy laughed, helping him to his feet.
“Buffy, how have you been? Where have you been?” Willow babbled as she and Dawn crowded next to her, unknowingly pushing Angel away from Buffy.
“Yeah, how long are you staying?” Dawn asked, hugging and snuggling up to her sister.
“I’m fine, just got back from Somalia,” Buffy replied, squeezing Dawn. “And as for how long I’m staying… well, that depends...” she shot a look at Angel, hovering behind Willow.
“Depends? Depends on what?” Dawn questioned, looking puzzled.
“On how long I can bum off Angel, I guess,” Buffy said, still staring at Angel from under her eyelashes.
“Oh Buffy, you know you are welcome to stay as long as you want,” Angel grinned, pulling Buffy into his embrace. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered into her ear.
“I missed you too. We need to talk okay?” Buffy returned, cradling his face and placing a light kiss on his lips. Turning around in his embrace to look at Willow and Dawn, Buffy asked, “Willow, Dawn, I need to talk to Angel. Would you mind if I go off with him now? I promise I’ll talk to you both in the morning and we can catch up.”
“But Buffy, we haven’t seen you in a long time. Why can’t we catch up now?” Dawn whined. Willow grabbed Dawn’s arm and began tugging her away towards the elevator.
“That’s fine Buffy, we’ll see you in the morning,” Willow threw over her shoulder. “Come on Dawn!” Willow hissed at Dawn. “Buffy and Angel want to be alone together.”
Buffy chuckled, watching Willow tow the reluctant teenager away into the elevator. After the doors closed, she turned to Angel. “So…… where can we go to talk in private Angel?” she asked, snuggling up to his chest, fingering the buttons on his shirt.
“Oh, umm, we can go to my penthouse suite upstairs,” Angel gulped, shivering at the touch of her tiny fingers sliding inside his shirt, caressing his chest. “My private elevator… is uh… this way,” he said, placing a hand at the small of her back and leading her toward it.
Once upstairs, Angel ushered Buffy into the living room. “Wow, quite a pad Angel!” Buffy exclaimed, eyeing the sumptuous living room. Plopping down on the couch, she patted the cushion beside her, “Come and sit down beside me Angel, so we can talk.”
“Uh, sure,” Angel slowly lowered himself onto the couch, on the opposite end from where Buffy was sitting. “What did you need to talk to me about Buffy?” he asked, feeling faint with the nearness of his only love.
Buffy frowned, displeased at the enormous space between them on the couch. Scooting down the couch until she was snuggled against his side, Buffy placed her hand on his corded thigh. “Well, I needed to tell you… that I’m cookies now,” she whispered into his neck, placing a sweet kiss on the pulse point there.
“Cookies? What do you mean you’re cookies?” Angel asked, confusion billowing in his chocolate eyes. “You know, remember in Sunnydale, what I said?” Buffy answered. “I said I needed to bake some more before I decide what to do with my life? Well, I’m baked and all ready to be eaten now.”
“You’re ready to be eaten. What? You mean, you’re ready to be with me? Now?” Angel stuttered, staring intensely into Buffy’s eyes.
Buffy couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was so adorable in his confusion. “Yes Angel, I am now ready to be with you forever,” she purred, leering at him.
Buffy began slowly unbuttoning Angel’s silk shirt, holding his gaze with her own as she did so.
“Okay, enough talk. Take me Angel, I’m yours,” she said, sliding one of her hands down to his groin, gently squeezing and stroking his stiff rod, visible even through the thick layer of his cotton slacks.
Angel yelped and stared speechlessly at Buffy. Buffy coyly unbuckled his belt, drew his zipper down and reached inside his boxers for her prize. Pulling his cock out, she continued to caress his throbbing manhood. “Well? What are you waiting for Angel? Don’t you want me?” she asked, growing uncertain at his continued silence.
Angel shook off his stupor and raked his eyes up and down Buffy’s lithe body. “Oh yeah, you have no idea how much I want you Buffy,” he growled, then pounced, knocking her flat on the couch and latching onto her lips with his own starving ones. Slipping one hand under her shirt, Angel began kneading her breast, his erection grinding into her mound as he continued to ravage her sweet mouth.
Buffy was in heaven, her Angel was kissing her. But she wanted more and needed more. She pushed him up and tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. She nibbled and sucked at any patch of skin she could reach, causing Angel to buck and hiss in pleasure. He tore his mouth from hers, grabbing the hem of her shirt, whipping it up and over her head and tossing it onto the floor. They were almost frantic in their need for each other, stroking and kissing, trying to touch everywhere at once. So delirious and lost in their passion that they overbalanced on the couch and crashed to the floor, Buffy thumping down atop Angel.
“Oopsy,” Buffy giggled, rising up to sit astride Angel’s firm stomach. “Guess the couch isn’t big enough for these kind of acrobatics,” she purred. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more comfy, like the bedroom?”
“Good idea!” Angel agreed, rising swiftly to his feet, Buffy still held tightly against him. Buffy grinned, jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Angel wrapped his arms around her rounded butt and strode swiftly into his bedroom, dropping Buffy onto the bed. He reached down, undoing the button of her linen pants, he smirked evilly and ripped them off and down her legs, leaving her clad only in a blood red thong. Buffy squealed and raised up onto her knees on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, two can play at that game,” she grinned, reaching for his waistband and pushing his pants and boxers both down his firm thighs, her hot little hand latching onto his jutting erection.
Quickly stepping out of the tangle of his clothes, Angel tackled and covered Buffy’s slim body with his own hard length. Their mouths locked together and their tongues began an erotic duel, while their hands grasped and stroked any patch of skin they could reach.
Angel broke the kiss and began devouring Buffy’s body, biting and nipping at her slim throat. Moving down, he sucked one pert nipple into his cool mouth while his other hand kneaded and plucked at the other one. Buffy moaned and arched upward, her hands clutching his head, trying to pull it even closer to her chest. Angel thrust his leg between Buffy’s, then shifted so that his body was cradled between her narrow hips, his manhood rubbing against her thong covered mound.
Buffy wiggled and wrapped her legs around Angel’s waist, trying to increase the friction against her aching clit. Angel smiled and began kissing his way down her quivering form, pausing to dip his tongue in her bellybutton, causing Buffy to writhe and giggle. “Angel…” she whined, gripping his hair, trying to push his head down where she really needed him.
Chuckling, Angel wrenched free and pulled back, giving Buffy a lusty look. “Do you want something Buffy?” he purred, hooking his thumbs into her thong, ripping the scrap of lace off and throwing it over his shoulder. Swooping down to her sex, he gave it one long lick from bottom to top. “Tell me what you want Buffy.”
Raising up on her elbows, Buffy glared down at Angel. “Yes, I want you to eat me Angel!” she growled menacingly.
“Your wish is my command,” Angel leered, wrapping his arms around and under her thighs. Parting the lips of her vagina, Angel breathed in the musty scent of her sex. He began licking and nibbling inside and around, avoiding the little nubbin begging for his attention.
Buffy panted and trembled at the feel of his cool tongue on her channel. “Angel, please,” she whined, almost incoherent from the sensations his talented tongue was creating in her.
Angel relented, drawing her clit into his icy mouth, flicking and suckling at the little nubbin and sliding one, then two fingers into her weeping channel. He began to thrust his fingers swiftly in and out, all the while continuing to assault her sensitive clit with his tongue. With a shriek of his name, Buffy came hard, her orgasm ripping through her, her walls clutching and clinging to Angel’s talented fingers as he worked her slowly down.
“Enjoyed that huh?” Angel smirked, resting his head on her thigh and peering up at her. Snarling, Buffy reached down for Angel, pulling him up and over onto his back.
Taken by surprise, Angel was helpless as Buffy straddled his knees, her hot little hand grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times. Buffy leaned down and sucked the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the mushroom head. Finding her rhythm, Buffy began alternating between drawing his length down her throat and nibbling on the head. Angel fisted the sheets, struggling for control as he tried to keep from thrusting into her warm mouth.
“Buffy…please… I want to come inside you,” Angel whimpered. With a last suck at the head of his cock, Buffy acquiesced, flopping over onto her back and drawing Angel’s taut body into the cradle of her thighs. Angel positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, looking into Buffy’s eyes as he slowly slid his turgid length inside her hot, slick channel up to the root. Angel and Buffy sighed as they both felt the completeness and rightness of their joining.
“I love you Buffy,” Angel whispered as he began to glide in and out of her wet heat.
“I love you too Angel… so much,” Buffy tearfully replied, running her hands up and down his smooth back. As their passion began to build, their bodies began to rock together faster and faster. Buffy’s walls began to tremble and clench rhythmically around his thick shaft as his thrusts came harder and harder. With one last, forceful thrust, Angel and Buffy tipped over into a mind blowing orgasm. As the last tremors faded away, Angel rolled onto his back, carrying Buffy with him where she snuggled up to his side, her head coming to rest on his cool, marbled chest.
Her breathing finally under control, Buffy lifted her eyes to gaze into Angel’s soulful brown eyes. “So tell me Angel, how did you like your christmas cookie?”
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