Going in Well by Tango


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DISCLAIMER: You already know I don’t own them. If I did they would have to put the next episode on a cable channel. *G*

DISTRIBUTION: Same as always. If anyone wants it and doesn’t already have permission, please just ask first. (If you want to read “Calling in Sick” you can find it at my site: www.sunflower.com/~tango or Starrkitty’s.)

SPOILERS: CWC, PWP, S2, Angel didn’t lose his soul after “Innocence.”

FEEDBACK: Pretty please with naked Angel on top? (Really good feedback gets whipped cream.)

RATING: NC-17 This is nothing but smut. You have been warned.

DEDICATION: For everyone who requested a sequel to “Calling in Sick” and for Trammie – I think you know why.


It had been three days since Buffy had called in sick and spent the day with him and Angel had started having *her* dreams. At least they started out as her dreams. They always began the same, just as she had described in her dream. She was in her bedroom, lying in her bed in her pajamas just like she had described to him. He saw the dream from the side, as if he were perched outside her window and he watched intently as her little hands smoothed over her breasts, gliding over the silky blue material of her pajamas. She released a tiny moan as her hands slipped under her top and pinched her nipples. He always leaned forward as he inhaled her arousal and watched one of her hands slide back down, into her bottoms and he could only imagine where her fingers were, what they were doing as they slid into her dripping core. Even in his sleep, as she whispered his name in his dreams, he knew he was hard and aching for her.

Every night, inside of his dream, he closed his eyes and groaned in need from the sight of his blonde goddess touching herself with his name on her pink lips. And when he opened them again, he was always in the library. Since the dream had been going on for three days, you would think that he would not be surprised when he opened his eyes and saw a dusty tome in front of him and was sitting in a chair in front of a table that rested directly above the Hellmouth. It should not have been shocking that Buffy was never present and that the Scoobies were gathered around him, but it was. Every time he dreamed over the last 3 days this occurred and every time, he scooted closer to the table, embarrassed that his cock was so hard, that he was throbbing in want of his little Slayer.

Then, after long, painful moments while he willed his almost painfulerection to go down enough so that he could sneak away unnoticed, she would walk in. Actually, his tiny lover didn't walk. She sauntered. Each step was a caress as she entered the library wearing that impossibly short maroon skirt and the white shirt that hugged her breasts tightly, dipping low enough to tease any male with the gift of sight. She would stroll casually across the room and sit down next to him, the intoxicating scent of her arousal drifting to his nostrils, making him dizzy with need. He twisted to the side, not caring that the motion was obvious, and look over her body, raking his eyes over her perfect curves as he licked his lips and inhaled the fragrance of her. She would shift slightly closer and sneak a peak at him, eyes fogged over with lust and she exhaled a long, slow breath that made him stop his own unneeded breath.

Hours upon hours seemed to pass before she left the table and headed up into the stacks for a new book. Inside this dream, neither knew what they were researching and neither could find even the slightest interest in the latest threat or the newest big bad. He stood after a moment and followed, not caring that the bulge in the front of his pants was obvious or that they all knew he was certainly going after her. All he cared about was touching her, tasting her, having her as soon as possible.

When he found her, he knew she wasn’t actually looking for a book, but she was walking slowly passed the tall shelves, each step methodical. He approached her from behind wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his groin against her perfectly rounded ass, as he slipped his hands over her breasts, cupping them first through the material and then slipped his hands back down to pull her shirt up. She moaned, lolling her head against his shoulder as he pinched her nipples, twisting them between his fingertips.

He leaned in and whispered, purring in her ear as she breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling in his hands, “I know how wet you are, Buffy. I love the smell of your little pussy dripping wet just for me.”

She moaned lightly as his words and gasped as his hand slid down her body, flipping her skirt up from the path of his hand and ripped away her white lace panties. He didn’t waste a second of time before reaching between her thighs and slipping two fingers into her heat.

With every dream, just as his fingers slipped inside her, he would wake up to an empty room and an empty bed with too much daylight left before he could see her. Today was no different. He growled in irritation as he woke alone, wishing, just as he had every day for the last three days, that he could have slept just a minute longer, long enough to relish in the feel of her inner muscles clamping around his fingers, long enough to hear her little whimper of pleasure. Tossing the covers away from his body, he slipped a hand down and wrapped it around his straining cock, hard and weeping for his lover. Moving his hand in long even strokes, he pleasured himself wishing that just for a second he could touch her, taste her…be inside her again.

Three days was entirely too long.


A restless and entirely too horny souled vampire showered and dressed, feeling agitated and hormonally imbalanced. Ever since he met Buffy, he had been more aware of his physical needs than he had been before and now that they had slept together twice, every other thought was of his lover. Without even thinking of the consequences, he headed out of his front door and down the stairs to the basement of his building. He entered the tunnels under the building that spanned all of Sunnydale and headed directly toward the High School that was currently housing his blonde temptress.

Entering the school from the boiler room, he crept up the stairs to the main floor of the building, scarcely able to believe he had actually gone that far. What the hell was he doing in a high school trying to find a student? Was he planning on saying hello and then going back home? Was he planning on ripping her clothes off and fucking her into the nearest locker? Was he going to lead her into the stacks and meet out the dream’s potential while Giles organized the card catalog?

Truth was, he had no fucking idea. All he wanted was a little reprieve from the last couple of days without her. Course, he hadn’t really been without her. The first night, she had to be home early, the second night there was a demon to battle and last night he nearly made love to her on her roof outside the window until her mother came along and interrupted. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her. He had seen her and touched her. But it wasn’t enough. It never was.

Angel kept to the dark hallways, avoiding sunlit classrooms as he strolled through the building. He had no idea where to find her or why he was even there, which is why he was turning to leave with a small, blonde girl stopped him. Unfortunately, it was not the right small, blonde girl.

“Hi,” she said with a breathless little giggle, “Can I have you…I mean, can I help you? You look lost.”

“I’m looking for Buffy Summers,” Angel said, looking around nervously as he spoke, “Do you know where I can find her?”

“I haven’t seen her at all today,” the girl said, moving closer and looping her arm through his, pressing against his side suggestively, “Maybe we can go somewhere and wait for her.”

“I don’t think that’s-“ Angel started, when he was interrupted by the dainty sound of his mate clearing her throat. He looked from the girl clinging to his side to see her, standing at the end of the hallway with her hands on her hips, blonde hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She strutted toward them clad in a little mini skirt that made him think about all of the *boys* in that school that could see her delectable body in that outfit. He bit back the urge to snarl in protest as she approached them.

“Hands off my man, Harmony,” Buffy said, moving purposefully toward theundead man in question with a look in her eyes that made Harmony back several paces away.

“We just coming to look for you,” Harmony said with a nervous smile, looking from Buffy to Angel and back again, unable to believe that he would choose Buffy over her. Buffy was a freak. How could he even think about going for her? Seeing the conflict in the girl’s eyes, Angel smiled at his mate and stepped forward. Buffy yelped in surprised as he pulled her into his arms and devoured her mouth, plunging his tongue inside to duel with hers. Relaxing against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her chest against his.

When they pulled away, Buffy took a deep breath and looked around. Smiling up at him, she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten rid of Harmony that quickly. I’ll have to remember that.”

She grabbed his hand and led him toward the library and her face slipped into her serious Slayer mask as she pulled him inside the doors, “What are you doing here? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answered, pulling her up the stairs and into the stacks before Giles saw them, “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she whispered as he pulled her through the maze until they were in the most private and remote corner.

“I’ve been thinking about your dream,” he said, pressing her against the wall, “Actually, I’ve been *having* your dream.”

“You have?” she asked, pressing back against him.

“Every time I’ve slept since you told me about it, I’ve had your dream,” he said, “But every time, it stops before I get what I want.” Leaning in to her ear, he whispered, “I rip off your panties. When I reach between your thighs to touch your beautiful pussy, I wake up.”

“The same as mine?” she gasped as his large, beautiful hands moved up under her shirt, gliding over her ribs until he was able to touch her full breasts, caressing through the material. He nodded in answer to her question, grinding his hips against hers.

“Only when I wake up,” he said growling as he kissed her neck, “I’m alone and I can’t come to you like you came to me the other day. And my cock is so hard for you, Buffy. All I want is to be inside you, right here, right now.”

“Yes,” she panted as he moved up to her lips, nibbling at her lips, teasing her with his tongue. Reaching down, he ripped off her panties, thrilled by the sound and feel of it after so many dreams about it.

“You’re so wet,” he said, sliding his fingers into her, “God and you smell…so…fucking…good.”

“Now,” she gasped, yanking at his belt buckle, trying desperately to free him as soon as possible, “I’ve been waiting for you for days.”

Pulling her legs around his waist, he entered her quickly, stifling the groan of pleasure that threatened to erupt from his throat. She bucked against him, pressed between the wall and her vampire, digging her fingers into his broad shoulders.

“Harder, Angel,” she choked as she tried to keep her voice as whisper, but knowing it came out as a moan. Leaning in, he sucked roughly on her neck as he pounded her into the wall at the end of a very long row of books.

Downstairs in his office, Giles carefully set down his tea and stood up from his desk as he heard Buffy’s voice plainly ring out. He walked from out from his office and looked around, scratching his head as he found the space empty.

“Buffy?” he called out, strolling into the main room and looking around. He prepared to go back into his office when he heard a sound. It sounded like a shuffling and he went up the stairs, planting on his stern face as he prepared to break up the mischief that a couple of children were certainly causing in the stacks.

He walked purposely through the area he knew by heart, treading along the aisles and peering up each one until he heard it again and followed the sound. As he turned a corner, finding the eastern most corner of the library, he found them. He gasped and backpedaled, nearly bumping into the book shelf behind him as he saw the vampire fucking his Slayer slow and hard into the wall.

“Dear Lord!” Giles shouted in surprise before he could clamp his mouth shut.

“Giles!” Buffy gasped as she spotted her watcher standing down the row with his hand covering his mouth in utter shock. A low growl erupted from the vampire as he whipped his head around and planted a menacing glare on the human male currently staring slack jawed at them.

“Fuck!” Angel growled into her neck as he stilled and buried his face into her shoulder, keeping himself buried inside her. They waited in silence until Giles’ footsteps could be heard retreating.

“You know,” she said, her voice muffled against him, “Now that I think about it, the dreams must have been portents.”

“Portents, Buffy?” Angel growled in irritation.

“Yeah,” she said, giggling, “We should not have been doing this in the library. The dream was telling us we were never going to finish.”

As if on cue, the bell rang, signaling the change of classes. Angel took the opportunity to growl at the situation, refusing to move from the spot that they both were in. Buffy threaded her fingers through his hair and smiled, raising an eyebrow, “I don’t think the teachers will understand if I go to glass like this.”

“You’re not going to classes today,” he shouted, “Are you kidding me? You’re wearing this little bitty skirt and I ripped your panties off! No way, baby. Uh-huh.”

“Whose fault is that?” she asked as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and hopped down, taking a second to straighten her clothes.

“Buffy,” he warned.

“I have to get an education, Angel,” she said, with a mocking smile, “Now, I’m going to the bathroom to clean up and then I’m going to class. I’ll stop by after school, honey.”

She got up on her tiptoes and pecked his cheek, ignoring the dangerous growl coming from her demon, warning her not to go out into the halls. Stopping at the end of the long row of shelves, she quirked her lips in a teasing smile, “I *still* think that growl is sexy.”



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