Her elbow twists ever so slightly in order to nudge against his ribs. "You cannot laugh at me throwing out tiara as a guess and in the same breath tell me you want to cover me in diamonds." Buffy reasons. After all, a tiara would be the cheaper option, she thinks, since tiaras can be plain, no jewels adorning them. Whereas a diamond necklace with matching earrings would cost... well, a lot more than she thinks he has. Not that she thinks about how much money he has. Actually, that's never once crossed her mind. "While my wardrobe is impressive, I don't have anything remotely fitting to be worn with a diamond, much less plural." Not to mention she'd be terrified of breaking the strand and losing one!
"Fine, one demon. Sheesh. You don't need to take it...literally, like I just said, okay that's on me. But still!" She huffs, sticking her tongue out at him.
Practically wrapping herself around his arm, Buffy hangs on his every word and curbs herself from asking any of the vast number of questions springing up as he tells her about the tattoo artist. For the time being, anyhow. She's too caught up in the reality that there are things she doesn't know about him. Small things, not major things since she knows all of those (or she believes). Like this; that he spent time in Nevada. That he hung around people she wouldn't have ever guessed would be the type he'd gravitate towards. "What sorta stuff exactly?" She asks, voice a little quieter, almost shy, with her interest. "And why'd you say no?" It's a legitimate question for someone who could take it out immediately and not scar.
A low growl escapes her at the way he chooses to give her a taste of her own medicine; his voice soft and words hot against her ear. Blunt teeth come to bite not at his skin of his shoulder, but at the material of his shirt in retaliation. Until his little confession sends a shiver down her spine, vibrating her whole body. "What particular piercings did you have in mind when considering what the surprise was?" She asks, her own question exciting her for whatever his answer might be.
As they near his apartment, Angel feels bold enough to reach out, running his fingers lightly down buffy's neck, over her clavicle, to the dip of her throat and slightly lower. "Was kinda thinking the necklace would be the wardrobe," he informs her in a husky voice.
When she sticks her tongue out at him, he can't help but lean forward and playfully snap his - dull, human - teeth at her.
When she seems shy, but interested in knowing more, Angel realizes he hasn't really told her much about his life before coming to Sunnydale - his post-soul life, at any rate. He shrugs a little. "He was a hippie, had traveled to India to learn traditional tattooing, then came home to learn the modern methods. Talking about how to get the ink to take under the skin, different pigments and how they fade over time. He liked my tattoo--" he shifts his shoulder forward a little, to indicate the gryphon on his back, "--asked me a lot of questions about it, only some of which I could answer. I did let him practice tattooing on me; a vampire's skin doesn't take regular tattoo ink, it just heals over before it can set. He was fascinated by that, too. As to why I said no to the piercing..." he shrugs a little. "It felt too much like being a guinea pig. I can't explain the difference, it was just... A little too much."
The tiny growl she gives, the bite to his shirt, wondering what piercings he'd been thinking of - all together, it's too much; Angel lets go of buffy's hand, only to swoop down and whisk her up into his arms. "Screw walking," he mutters, starting to sprint the last few blocks.
The nice thing about being a vampire is, he doesn't get winded from running. Fatigued after a while, but not from just running a few blocks.
Though the touch is light, the path his finger brushes across her skin burns under the weight of it. As if he's leaving a scorching trail along her skin, marking a path for later. And all she can do is let her head fall back, exposing the column of her throat. If he wants to work her up, and he has!, then by all means, she can do the same. "Me in nothing but a diamond necklace and you..." She purrs, "...completely dressed." The image of Angel dressed to the nines and her in nothing, sprawled across his bed or in front of the fire place, has Buffy nearly losing her footing.
The snap of his teeth causes her face to crinkle up and pulls a laugh out of her. If he was going for seductive with that, it somehow backfired and registered only as adorable. Which she'll keep to herself.
Instinctively her hand reaches behind him. Blindly tracing fingers over the material of his shirt where she knows the tattoo to be hidden underneath, she says, "I like it, too." In case he was wondering how she felt about it. She nods at his explanation. At not wanting to be made some guinea pig, or lab rat. "Would you get one now? A piercing not a tattoo I mean." She has to ask, even if he isn't the type of guy who would get one, either.
Before she can add on what kind of piercing would he get, if he did contemplate getting one, the world shifts and she's no longer standing. The sudden change in position makes her squeak in surprise. But then she's caught on. Her arms loop around his neck, holding onto him as he rushes back to the mansion. The position now gives her the ability to reach his ear. "How about you screw me instead?" She breathes boldly, leaning forward to capture the soft part of his ear between teeth, giving it a tug.
Somehow, she managed to turn an already-good fantasy into something brilliant. It's not even something entirely new to him, clothed sex, whether it's both or only one of them - sadly, pretty much nothing is new to him, as far as sex at this point - but when it's with Buffy, everything seems more. The idea plays out in his head, and he decides then and there he's going to have to find the most exquisite necklace, and earrings, and maybe even some bracelets, just to complete the look, for her to wear. He'll buy paste jewelry if he has to (although he'd much prefer it be the real thing, since his eyes can tell the subtle difference).
Since the tongue sticking out from her wasn't mature or seductive, he wasn't going for that, either. He likes getting to be playful with her. Playful used to be something only Angelus did; even as a human he'd rarely gotten to be playful, not like this.
The idea of getting a piercing now still holds no appeal to him, and privately he thinks Spike is much more suited to that kind of thing. Despite the tattoo (which he'd mostly done as an act of low-class rebellion against his upbringing, despite doing it after he'd already become a vampire), he still considers things like tattoos or piercings to either be crass, low-class, or just obnoxious. At least when it comes to himself, anyway.
Buffy's murmur against his ear, feeling her hot breath, followed by the gentle-sharp tug of her teeth, brings forth an involuntary growl from his chest. "That's the plan, lass," he mutters, a hint of Irish coloring his words.
It helps to have a fresh take on just about everything related to sex. Her lack of experience might hinder her in some areas (though never for long thanks to Angel), but Buffy's imagination has never once failed her. Even when the reality is a hundred times better.
Hopefully it is just how he views piercings when it comes to himself. Otherwise Buffy, with her several holes along her ears,and the one she's been thinking about getting, might have a lot to be self-conscious about.
Whether the slip of his accent around the endearment was deliberate or not, the sound of it, coupled with the growl that she feels vibrate from his chest, goes straight to her core and she melts against him. If he could smell her arousal earlier, then there's no mistaking it now. Not with just how turned on she is. Despite the way her nature ─ the Slayer's nature ─ scratches under the surface in reaction to the growl.
And as much as she'd like nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him do the same, she has a plan. One she very much still wants to see through. Albeit faster than previously pictured. But not too much faster. One of the points was to tease him, slowly with the big reveal.
"When we get back to your place, I need ─ no, I want you to set me down and for you to sit down. Doesn't matter if it's on the couch or the bed, I just need you to do that for me, okay? And also, I need you not to touch. I wanna enjoy showing you what I bought." She breathes, mustering up the confidence she had just before finding him in the graveyard but lost somewhere along the way temporarily.
As in most things, Angel's a walking contradiction. He views himself (and most older vampires, really) through a completely different lens, holds himself to a different standard than he expects modern-era humans to adhere to. For an average human... he really doesn't have much of an opinion. For Buffy... actually, he finds her multiple earrings charming, a little enticing. But then, she's never been an average human girl to him, anyway.
Listening to her instructions, he can already imagine having to physically sit on his hands in order to follow them.
Thankfully, he never locks his apartment door. The kinds of beings who might come looking for him aren't usually deterred by locks - or doors in general - and with him not being human, the same invitation rules don't apply to other vampires. Still, he sets Buffy down outside the door, opens it, leaving her to follow - and walks straight to his bed, where he sits. Firmly on his hands.
"No touching."
He's fully prepared for some at least mild torture, but a very big pay-off.
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"Fine, one demon. Sheesh. You don't need to take it...literally, like I just said, okay that's on me. But still!" She huffs, sticking her tongue out at him.
Practically wrapping herself around his arm, Buffy hangs on his every word and curbs herself from asking any of the vast number of questions springing up as he tells her about the tattoo artist. For the time being, anyhow. She's too caught up in the reality that there are things she doesn't know about him. Small things, not major things since she knows all of those (or she believes). Like this; that he spent time in Nevada. That he hung around people she wouldn't have ever guessed would be the type he'd gravitate towards. "What sorta stuff exactly?" She asks, voice a little quieter, almost shy, with her interest. "And why'd you say no?" It's a legitimate question for someone who could take it out immediately and not scar.
A low growl escapes her at the way he chooses to give her a taste of her own medicine; his voice soft and words hot against her ear. Blunt teeth come to bite not at his skin of his shoulder, but at the material of his shirt in retaliation. Until his little confession sends a shiver down her spine, vibrating her whole body. "What particular piercings did you have in mind when considering what the surprise was?" She asks, her own question exciting her for whatever his answer might be.
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As they near his apartment, Angel feels bold enough to reach out, running his fingers lightly down buffy's neck, over her clavicle, to the dip of her throat and slightly lower. "Was kinda thinking the necklace would be the wardrobe," he informs her in a husky voice.
When she sticks her tongue out at him, he can't help but lean forward and playfully snap his - dull, human - teeth at her.
When she seems shy, but interested in knowing more, Angel realizes he hasn't really told her much about his life before coming to Sunnydale - his post-soul life, at any rate. He shrugs a little. "He was a hippie, had traveled to India to learn traditional tattooing, then came home to learn the modern methods. Talking about how to get the ink to take under the skin, different pigments and how they fade over time. He liked my tattoo--" he shifts his shoulder forward a little, to indicate the gryphon on his back, "--asked me a lot of questions about it, only some of which I could answer. I did let him practice tattooing on me; a vampire's skin doesn't take regular tattoo ink, it just heals over before it can set. He was fascinated by that, too. As to why I said no to the piercing..." he shrugs a little. "It felt too much like being a guinea pig. I can't explain the difference, it was just... A little too much."
The tiny growl she gives, the bite to his shirt, wondering what piercings he'd been thinking of - all together, it's too much; Angel lets go of buffy's hand, only to swoop down and whisk her up into his arms. "Screw walking," he mutters, starting to sprint the last few blocks.
The nice thing about being a vampire is, he doesn't get winded from running. Fatigued after a while, but not from just running a few blocks.
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The snap of his teeth causes her face to crinkle up and pulls a laugh out of her. If he was going for seductive with that, it somehow backfired and registered only as adorable. Which she'll keep to herself.
Instinctively her hand reaches behind him. Blindly tracing fingers over the material of his shirt where she knows the tattoo to be hidden underneath, she says, "I like it, too." In case he was wondering how she felt about it. She nods at his explanation. At not wanting to be made some guinea pig, or lab rat. "Would you get one now? A piercing not a tattoo I mean." She has to ask, even if he isn't the type of guy who would get one, either.
Before she can add on what kind of piercing would he get, if he did contemplate getting one, the world shifts and she's no longer standing. The sudden change in position makes her squeak in surprise. But then she's caught on. Her arms loop around his neck, holding onto him as he rushes back to the mansion. The position now gives her the ability to reach his ear. "How about you screw me instead?" She breathes boldly, leaning forward to capture the soft part of his ear between teeth, giving it a tug.
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Somehow, she managed to turn an already-good fantasy into something brilliant. It's not even something entirely new to him, clothed sex, whether it's both or only one of them - sadly, pretty much nothing is new to him, as far as sex at this point - but when it's with Buffy, everything seems more. The idea plays out in his head, and he decides then and there he's going to have to find the most exquisite necklace, and earrings, and maybe even some bracelets, just to complete the look, for her to wear. He'll buy paste jewelry if he has to (although he'd much prefer it be the real thing, since his eyes can tell the subtle difference).
Since the tongue sticking out from her wasn't mature or seductive, he wasn't going for that, either. He likes getting to be playful with her. Playful used to be something only Angelus did; even as a human he'd rarely gotten to be playful, not like this.
The idea of getting a piercing now still holds no appeal to him, and privately he thinks Spike is much more suited to that kind of thing. Despite the tattoo (which he'd mostly done as an act of low-class rebellion against his upbringing, despite doing it after he'd already become a vampire), he still considers things like tattoos or piercings to either be crass, low-class, or just obnoxious. At least when it comes to himself, anyway.
Buffy's murmur against his ear, feeling her hot breath, followed by the gentle-sharp tug of her teeth, brings forth an involuntary growl from his chest. "That's the plan, lass," he mutters, a hint of Irish coloring his words.
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Hopefully it is just how he views piercings when it comes to himself. Otherwise Buffy, with her several holes along her ears,and the one she's been thinking about getting, might have a lot to be self-conscious about.
Whether the slip of his accent around the endearment was deliberate or not, the sound of it, coupled with the growl that she feels vibrate from his chest, goes straight to her core and she melts against him. If he could smell her arousal earlier, then there's no mistaking it now. Not with just how turned on she is. Despite the way her nature ─ the Slayer's nature ─ scratches under the surface in reaction to the growl.
And as much as she'd like nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him do the same, she has a plan. One she very much still wants to see through. Albeit faster than previously pictured. But not too much faster. One of the points was to tease him, slowly with the big reveal.
"When we get back to your place, I need ─ no, I want you to set me down and for you to sit down. Doesn't matter if it's on the couch or the bed, I just need you to do that for me, okay? And also, I need you not to touch. I wanna enjoy showing you what I bought." She breathes, mustering up the confidence she had just before finding him in the graveyard but lost somewhere along the way temporarily.
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As in most things, Angel's a walking contradiction. He views himself (and most older vampires, really) through a completely different lens, holds himself to a different standard than he expects modern-era humans to adhere to. For an average human... he really doesn't have much of an opinion. For Buffy... actually, he finds her multiple earrings charming, a little enticing. But then, she's never been an average human girl to him, anyway.
Listening to her instructions, he can already imagine having to physically sit on his hands in order to follow them.
Thankfully, he never locks his apartment door. The kinds of beings who might come looking for him aren't usually deterred by locks - or doors in general - and with him not being human, the same invitation rules don't apply to other vampires. Still, he sets Buffy down outside the door, opens it, leaving her to follow - and walks straight to his bed, where he sits. Firmly on his hands.
"No touching."
He's fully prepared for some at least mild torture, but a very big pay-off.