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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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.