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Spellbound

By: spoiledsquish

Email: spoiledsquish@comcast.net

Disclaimer: Not mine. If you don�t believe me, then watch Waiting In The Wings or A Hole In World for further indication that I don�t, nor never will, own them!

Author's Note: Just another Ac. c. You know how I am with them suckers!

Summary: AU fic. Boy meets girl. Chaos ensues.

Pairings: B/A, for now. Other pairings may come later.

Rating: NC-17. I hope to provide an actual plot within this somewhere.

Spoilers: None, it's AU. I did take some lines from "The Sweetest Thing", because they just fit in so well!

Distribution: My site, Love's Eden, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don�t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.

Dedication: For Annjilla, who�s birthday over a week ago. I would have had it out then if not for my trip to San Francisco. Hope you like your present nonetheless, sweetie!

Feedback: It soothes my soul.

***

~Los Angeles, California: Present Day~

Specks of blonde locks infiltrated his vision. She moved with grace and ease, pure unadulterated sin, swaying to the blaring rock music pounding throughout the speakers.

Her friend, whom he assumed to be her lover thrust beside her. Her brunette hair flipped back and forth, her own body full of sheen and sweat, pulsating to the erotic beat.

They moved as one, yet they were two separate entities, two hot blooded woman full of young teenagers� dreams and desires.

The blonde was the one who captured his eye though. He�d seen the brunette before, possibly familiarizing himself with her through a sexual encounter; the dark haired man was unaware.

He wanted her, of that he was certain.

It appeared as though she was calling to him, as if she was using some magnetic pull to tie him to her. She was a devil, he knew that much. No woman should be able to attract a man, a bachelor who�d become known as a player that is.

Her body moved throughout the darkness, the honey colored skin reflecting off the dim colored lights. Her sexual prowess penetrated off her like waves splashing from a cold storm. She was the vixen all men knew her to be, and the ones who didn�t were a fool all in the same.

�Angelus?� a voice called to him, and for a brief moment, he wished for it to be escaping from the blonde goddess� sultry lips.

�What, Wesley?� he ground out, disappointed that his friend excused him from the erotic images of the blonde that were displaying in his head.

�I asked you what the status was on the Murphy account.� he explained. �You know we can�t afford to have things go wrong. Quentin will��

�I know what Travers will do, Wes.� Angel sighed. �God, can you just lay off of work for one fucking night already?�

Wesley watched as his best friend resumed his search on the dance floor. His dark colored eyes stood still as he found the object of his affection: a slender blonde who was dancing seductively with her friend.

Wesley smirked inwardly to himself. Angelus would never change. He�d always been a sucker for the blonde women, but this one, Wesley knew, she was different. He would bet odds that she wasn�t one for the one nighters. She was distinctive in her own right. And that would be his downfall.

***

Buffy felt his eyes piercing her body. Her skin became flushed for an unknown reason, her palms getting all sweaty.

Who was he? Why did she feel this tingling, indulgent reaction when he was gazing at her?

�I�m gonna get a drink!� Faith called over the blaring speakers. �You�ll be okay by yourself?�

�Faith. I�m twenty four years old, I�ll be fine.� Buffy rolled her eyes.

Faith moved towards the bar as Buffy kept her body pulsating to the rhythmic beat. Suddenly, she felt her hips being grasped upon, her lower body swaying against his already engorged member.

She knew it was him: the mystery man with pools of chocolate who had been watching her. He was the only one who ignited this unspoken feeling in her. She couldn�t explain it, nor did she want to.

She�d never felt this vibration that he awoke in her, not even when it was with�

�Who are you?� she asked him, her mind not liking where this was headed.

�A friend.� He whispered, his enthralling voice echoing in her head like a soothing mantra.

�I have friends, and none of them look like you, believe me.� she smirked.

�Is that a good thing?� the voice chuckled.

�Maybe,� she mumbled playfully, turning her body to look him in the eye.

His grip on her didn�t lessen, and Buffy didn�t seem to mind or notice. She was captured deep within his eyes, their dark essence entrancing her.

�Who are you?� she asked again, looking into his eyes.

�Why boggle either of our minds down with such hapless information?� he told her. �Are you really going to remember it in the morning?�

�Maybe I want to know the name of the person whose name I�m going to be screaming.� she suggested.

�Who said you�ll be doing all the screaming?� he teased.

�You are presumptuous if you are assuming that I mean to sleep with you.� Buffy spoke.

�Why do you think either of us will be sleeping?� he chuckled at her.

�Your sexual innuendos aren�t exactly a turn on at this point.� Buffy stated.

�What does turn you on then?� Angel asked, his hands moving lower to grab her butt.

�Remove your hands, please.� Buffy told him. �As for my turn on�s, you�ll just have to figure that out on your own. Goodbye, Mystery Man.�

Buffy removed herself harshly from his grasp, and progressed towards Faith. She met up with her friend at the bar, flirting with the guy behind the counter.

�Who�s the hottie?� Faith pondered, as she took a sip of her glass of Merlot.

�What?� Buffy asked.

�The hottie you were thrusting against out there on the dance floor. Don�t play coy with me, B. You aren�t that cynical.� Faith rolled her eyes. �So, I�ll ask you again. Who�s the hottie?�

�I didn�t catch his name.� Buffy shrugged.

�Oh, so he�s one of those.� Faith nodded. �So, I�m assuming I�m staying elsewhere this evening, so that you and Mister Well-Endowed can be alone.�

�I�m not taking him home with me!� Buffy argued.

�No? Didn�t look that way to the obvious outsider.� Faith smirked. �You two were very much with the urged looks of groping. So, when are you going to jump him, may I ask?�

�Faith, there�s going to be no groping!� Buffy exclaimed.

�Maybe not tonight, no.� Faith wiggled her brows. �Come on, B. Lighten up. Stop being such a tightwad all the time. Get out, live a little. Jump the bones of a few good men before settling down.�

�Hey, I live quite nicely, thank you.� Buffy said, somewhat offended by her callousness. �I came with you tonight now, didn�t I?�

�And you rejected the first guy who�s at least feigned some sort of attraction to you.� Faith reminded her.

�I�m not ready for a relationship at this stage in my career, Faith.� Buffy reminded her.

�Oh yes, because designing clothes for a living is so damned hard!� Faith scoffed. �B, you work nine to five, five days a week. You have no social life. All your friends are married, save for me. What exactly do you spend your free time doing? We all know you�re not getting any. That�s obvious; probably why you�re so cranky most of the time anyway.�

�I�m not cranky.� Buffy disputed.

�You so are.� Faith told her. �Or do I need to remind you of the �Cisco incident?�

�Shut up!� Buffy replied.

�So, will you go home with Mr. Luscious then?� Faith asked.

�No, Faith!� Buffy said, grabbing her coat. �And now, I really should get home.�

�B, it�s Friday night!� Faith remarked. �You know, time to party.�

�I have to work tomorrow, Faith.� Buffy told her. �The Fall line is due in three weeks. I don�t have time to go gallivanting around town all night long. I have to work, some of us weren�t born with a silver spoon in our mouths.�

�I wasn�t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I didn�t even though my uncle was that rich, honest!� Faith gave a pained look. �Come on, B! It was a joke. Stay another hour?�

�I can�t. Goodnight, Faith.� Buffy hugged her, and walked out into the darkened night.

All the way, the man with the chocolate pools had been watching them converse. Slipping out of the shadows, he trailed after the object of his desire.

***

She felt him behind trailing after her as she turned the corner on 5th and State. It was the tingling feeling creeping up into her skin once more, drawing her essence to his.

�Unbelievable.� she muttered as she purposely wandered into a darkened alley.

She hid behind one of the dumpster bins, waiting for her mystery stalker to approach. She heard the pitter patter of footsteps approaching the alley, and walking slowly, silently towards her exact location.

�Stalker much?� she rammed into him, knocking them both to the grou
�That hurt.� he complained.

�Why the hell are you following me?!� Buffy inquired vehemently.

�I was walking home.� he remarked.

�Oh, so you live in a dumpster now?� Buffy asked.

�No, I live at the Hyperion just around the block.� he smiled.

�Well, you sure went out of your way to get back to your place, didn�t you?� Buffy retorted. �Look, I don�t know what type of sick front you use on other girls, but I�m not one of them. I won�t swoon at your feet with some pretty words of poetry and fabrications of loving that one person forever.�

�Do you wanna have sex?� he asked straightforwardly.

�Okay.� she surrendered immediately. �Your place or mine?�

***

The door slammed at their invasion of her loft. He slammed her against the door, and nipped at her neck. She moaned in response trying to find the will to at least lock the door during their rousing sexual encounter.

Buffy managed to lock the loft without making a sound or movement out of his grasp. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, giving her whole body goose bumps.

His touch was soothing, a medicine for the ache that ceased to subside. She was hungry for him, her lower regions creating moistness every time she felt his tongue on her.

�Bedroom?� he murmured against her skin.

�Upstairs and to the left.� she whispered as he bit playfully on her ear lobe.

The pair managed to make it upstairs, despite stopping at various intervals to playfully nibble, suck, or bite the other person. At one point, Buffy even pushed Angel into the wall and proceeded to rip off his clothes, but he pulled her closer to him and led her into the bedroom.

Buffy crushed him against the inside wall of her bedroom. It�d been months, even years, since she felt something warm against her skin.

�I want you�� Buffy sighed softly into his lips as he parted them for better access.

His tongue probed the roof of her mouth, while his hands continued their ministrations on her lower back. His hands roamed the small of her back, creating soothing circular motions that almost made Buffy melt on site.

�I thought you didn�t sleep with presumptuous strangers.� He muttered as his tongue moved to her neck, suckling the base of it.

�Bed�� she sputtered, licking the inner shell of his ear.

The couple glided towards the canopy bed, where Angel lifted her up gently and laid her down softly against the pillows. He hovered over, leaving small, open mouthed kisses along exposed patches of skin.

�You taste delectable. Like vanilla and peaches all messed into one. It�s intoxicating.� Angel explained to her, upon capturing her mouth once more.

Buffy moaned silently into his mouth as the large hands of her lover unbuttoned the clasp of her pants. Angel slipped her pants from her body, tossing the garment to a vacant spot on the nearby floor.

Buffy propped her forehead against his, as his prodigious arms grasped her waist, pulling her closer to him. His arms pursued a slow and tantalizing path down to the firm globes of her buttocks, squeezing them delicately.

Buffy�s own hands were shivering. In all her youthful years of intimacy, she�d never been so nervous, not even when she lost her virginity to Parker close to ten years ago, at the tender age of sixteen.

This man, her one night stand, invoked a passion inside her. He made her savor emotions that had been pent up for so long, Buffy herself wasn�t even aware that such sentiments existed within her mind or body.

She unbuttoned his maroon silk top, roaming her fingers over the sleek contours of his chest. Absentmindedly, her mouth latched onto a nipple, and bit down playfully.

Angel himself took that as a signal that she wanted to move forward with their coupling. She hadn�t told him to stop yet, or even put up a struggle to move away from him. It was obvious to him that she was aroused by his caresses, and she didn�t seem to notice when he ripped her ivory lace thong from her body.

His lips departed from her own, and he dragged his tongue down to her breasts, nipping at them lightly. When he felt her nudge up against his protruding member, Angel enclosed a dusky peak onto his awaiting lips.

He swirled his tongue around the areole, feeling the nipple harden under his pliable embrace. While his tongue soothed one breast, his fingers massaged her other breast, making the tenderized skin stiffen at the flick of his tender caress.

He glanced up at her as he diverted his attention to the opposing, and previously unattended breast. Her facial expression was contorted in pleasure, her head positioned against the soft pillows, constructing herself to appear like a wanton lover.

She was perfect, a pliable source until his gaze. He wanted to know what she tasted like, if that musky vanilla scent that she wore resided within her. He licked around the pebbled nipple one last time, before proceeding a slow and languid trail to her tanned thighs.

He dipped his tongue teasingly into her moist center, silently thanking the gods for allowing him one night with her. She tasted like the same vanilla as her skin, combined with the faintest aroma of lilacs.

He thrust his tongue in and out of her, starting off slowly and then speeding up faster with every moan he heard. He felt her give way, and heard her thrashing above him.

After her third orgasm, he moved his mouth away from her thighs, and towered himself above her.

His aroused member pressed lightly into her stomach, and she felt him pull her closer to him.

�What do you want now?� he teased, already knowing her reply.

�I want you inside me.� she whispered.

He entered her slowly, feeling her body protest at the intrusion. Before, Angel would have thought her to be a virgin, but after overhearing the conversation between the two friends earlier, he knew that fact not to be true.

After feeling her inner muscles loosen their hold on him, Angel started moving at a slow pace, wanting his writhing lover to set the tone. He nibbled lightly on her bare skin, suckling lightly.

He felt her shift, uncomfortable with their present sexual position. Buffy shifted them, so that she was on top of his aroused member.

Buffy pressed him back into the pillows, and felt him grasp her hips. She started gyrating his hips, feeling his hardened member delve deeper into her inner core.

He seized her hips, jerking her forward. He entwined his hands in her hair, and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, grazing her lower lip slightly.

Buffy pulled away from him moments later, resting the palms of her hands on his chest, while she ground onto his erection.

They came together, moments later, reveling in their blissful session of great sex. The pair had mad passionate sex three more times that night, before falling asleep, with Angel�s arms tightened around Buffy�s waist.

***

When Buffy roused herself from slumber the following morning, she felt strong arms wrapped around her waist, and something hard rubbing up against her lower back.

She groaned inwardly, recollecting the course of events that had happened the previous night. Her mind didn�t want to believe those memories, but the ache in her lower regions confirmed the suspicion.

She�d slept with the sexy man from the club. The same sexy man who was in bed, sleeping right beside her, with his arms wrapped around her, and his member right�

*Oh god!* Buffy scolded herself. *You slept with the sexy man from the club, a total stranger!*

Looking to the other side of her, she saw the man in question. His brow was furrowed as if he was in deep thought, and he kept caressing the empty part of the bed, as if he�d been missing her, as if they were a couple.

Buffy moved around the loft slowly, donning a silk charmeuse top, pinstrip black pants and a pair of stiletto heels, exiting the room silently. She crept downstairs, and poured herself a glass of orange juice, so as not to disturb anyone.

�Someone was up late last night.� Faith�s voice echoed through her head. �Did Mr. Luscious keep you up late?�

�Shut up, Faith!� Buffy grumbled.

�Did you find that pent up release you were looking for?� Faith raised an eyebrow suggestively.

�Stop it.� Buffy retorted, glaring menacingly at her.

�So, what�s Mr. Hottie�s real name?� Faith asked.

�I--I didn�t ask.� she replied sheepishly.

�Oh, this is classic.� Faith chuckled mockingly, and then quickly sobered up. �Fortunately for you, I was able to find your mystery man�s name from a few willing and able participants.�

�I really don�t need to hear about your sexcapades.� Buffy groaned. �Just tell me.�

�Well, according to his friend and fellow co-worker, your boy, who I�m assuming is upstairs sleeping after his little �up with people� meeting, is named Angelus O�Connor, also known as Angel. Not to mention the fact that his chosen profession is that he�s a lawyer, which is very ironic in my book.�

�A lawyer?� Buffy sputtered out, her eyes bulging.

�Yes, a lawyer.� Faith repeated. �You do remember all about lawyers, don�t you? Stingy men.�

�I remember.� She nodded, her face turning solemn.

�So, what do you plan on doing exactly?� Faith asked her?

�Faith, why are you acting like what he and I had was a relationship?� Buffy inquired. �We had some casual sex, that�s it. No strings attached.�

�No?� Faith wondered. �Not from how it looked like last night.�

�Then you read too much into it.� Buffy quirked an eyebrow. �I�m late for work. Make sure Angel sees himself out.�

�Oh my god! You�ve named the puppy.� Faith chortled.

�Excuse me?� Buffy stopped mid walk to the apartment door. �I did not!�

�You just called him Angel.� Faith cornered her.

�No, I didn�t.� Buffy denied, her face turning a shade of red.

�Okay, I�m just psychic and I knew his name was Angel.� Faith rolled her eyes. �Face it. You like him, and this isn�t some fling to you.�

�Goodbye Faith.� Buffy called, waiving her hand briefly as she left the apartment.

Faith just smirked coyly and shook her head, knowing that things were about to get complicated.

***

Angel arose mid day, caressing the vacant spot next to him, expecting to find the vivacious blonde that inhabited the bed alongside him the night before. All he found was a half made bed and no blonde haired woman.

He jerked up out of bed, and set about retrieving his clothes. Where was she and why was he so concerned about her said whereabouts?

He was just a guy who�d had casual sex with a pretty lady, no strings involved. He wasn�t about to get all wrapped up in some woman just because she had a pretty smile and a gorgeous body.

Once dressed in last night�s attire, Angel literally leaped down the stairs to the lower level of the loft. He was about halfway to the door when a voice stopped him.

�So, did you have fun last night?� the voice chuckled, and Angel turned around.

He came face to face with a stunning brunette who had her arms crossed, and was trying hard not to laugh. He vaguely remembered her from the club last night, where some of his and Wesley�s coworkers had hit on her to no avail.

�Excuse me?� he asked.

�Did you have fun last night? God knows, I�m still reeling from the fact that my best friend can actually cut loose once in a while.� Faith smirked. �I could hear you two lustbunnies from all the way down the hall. You really should try and be a bit more silent next time.�

�Next time?� Angel repeated.

�Well, assuming there is a next time, of course.� Faith raised an eyebrow. �Come on, lighten up. You really aren�t charming or attractive with that morbid scowl on your face. Must be why she likes you so much. You two are so similar, it�s ironic.�

�I have to go.� he told her, annoyed with her questions.

�Oh, sure. I have a feeling that you and I will be seeing more of each other.� Faith laughed. �Goodbye O�Connor. Hope you have an upbeat day!�

Angel just shuddered and slammed the door shut on his way out. He was going to kill whoever told that brunette his name.

***

Buffy tried to focus on her latest design prints. Every time she tried to focus, all her mind kept thinking about were his hands that had been on her hours ago.

God, a man with those kind of hands should have been damned. They could do all sorts of sinful things, as Buffy herself had experienced firsthand.

She herself wondered throughout the course of the day why she was still thinking about this. It had only been a one night stand, right?

And since that was all that it was, why couldn�t she get the image of their coupling out of her head?

No, no. This was insane. He was just a casual fuck, and that�s it. He�d be erased from her mind by the end of the week, of that Buffy was sure.

Because she sure as hell couldn�t be developing feelings for her lover for one night, could she?

***

Angel stumbled through the door of his loft. She was still in his head, smiling, torturing him.

Why was that happening?

He�d gotten what he wanted from her last night. He�d taken her to bed, and that should have been the end of it.

Somehow, she was still in his head, and he couldn�t get her out. He still sensed the faintest aroma of vanilla coursing through his veins, driving him insane with jealousy.

He needed to get her out of his head. He couldn�t be boggled down with thoughts of the one woman who�d ignited a burning desire in him that he�d never felt before. She�d only been his lover for one night, so why was it that he could remember every sordid detail about their coupling?

Angel shook his head one final time. He needed a drink. A long, stiff drink. Maybe then he could erase her from his memory altogether.

He sure as hell couldn�t be falling for his one night stand, right?

T.B.C.
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