TITLE: Revisionist History XI -- It'll Only Take A Minute
AUTHOR: Lex
EMAIL: lex@bitchenvy.com
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: "Dopplegangland"
SYNOPSIS: When Willow screams for help in the Bronze, Buffy and Angel take a little while to show. Just what were they doing in that alley?
CONTENT: Buffy/Angel smut
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine. No money. Promise.
NOTE: This is dedicated to my lovely and talented niece, Pamela. She mercilessly waved this idea in front of my nose, taunting me until I had to do something with it. I'm so proud of her.

As Willow staggered into the Bronze, Angel tried to bite back his smile. Some women really weren't meant for leather and corsets, and Willow was obviously one of them, poor dear. Then he imagined Buffy in that same outfit, and suddenly, the ensemble became much more attractive. He could see her now, tight black leather hugging the curves of her ass, skimming her thighs as faithfully as a lover would...as *he* would. Her breasts would overflow from the corset, golden mounds swelling lusciously over the leather...

"...Anyone in there?"

He jerked around at the sound of her voice. She was peering up at him worriedly. "Honey, you okay? You kind of zoned there for a minute."

"I'm sorry, were you saying something? I had, um, something else on my mind." Angel shifted uneasily on his feet, the tightness in his groin becoming painful. The image of Buffy in dominatrix gear was going to stay with him for a long while. Maybe he could convince her to raid Dru's toybox...

Buffy glanced down at his crotch, eyes widening as she saw the tautly stretched leather. "I see. Care to share what that something was?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Do you really think we have time to go into this now?"

Stalking up to him, she draped her arms around his neck. "You grab, I'll stake, and we'll take care of them ASAP." She stood on tiptoe and ran her tongue across his lips, delighting in his tiny moan.

"Sounds like a plan." His arms came around her, holding her high against his chest. She giggled and reached up to kiss him when the door to the Bronze swung open and a confused vampire stepped out. Angel groaned silently and dropped Buffy to her feet. Quickly, he grabbed the unsuspecting vampire by his arms as Buffy lunged forward and staked him.

"So, you were saying?" she said as she threw herself back into Angel's arms.

His lips slammed down on hers as he took possession of her mouth. With a throaty chuckle, she kissed him back, her tongue darting out to tease him. He was having none of that, and his tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers, mastering her. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. His hands found her ass, and he helped her legs encircle his waist as she rubbed herself on his engorged cock.

Buffy was panting, her heart racing at his touch. "Angel, maybe this wasn't such a good idea...." she moaned as his hands tightened on her bottom.

"Don't be," he broke off to suck on her earlobe, "Silly, we're totally," he licked on the big pulse in her neck, "In control of the situation."

As the words left his mouth, the door opened again. Angel almost cried. Did the forces always have to align against them? She unwound her shaky legs from his waist and dropped back to the ground.

The second vampire stepped into the street, and was promptly grabbed by Angel, who was more than a little annoyed with the intrusion. Instantly, Buffy was there, sharp bit of wood in hand. And then she was brushing the dust off of Angel as she grouched, "You even look good covered in dust. It's unfair."

"I could say the same about you," he muttered as he pushed her against the building, holding her in place with the weight of his body.

"Think I'm cute, huh?" she teased as she ran her fingers up and down his chest.

"You'll do," he said with a smirk as his lips descended.

She bit his lip in retribution for the comment, then licked carefully to soothe the small hurt. He grabbed her by the backs of her upper thighs, dragging her legs around him once more. In that position, she was completely open to him, and he pressed his advantage, thrusting his hardness against her swollen folds.

Buffy whimpered as heat speared through her, the pressure against her aching wetness causing a chain reaction arousal to flame across her body. Her nipples were hard little buds as she rubbed them against his cloth-covered chest. Her lacy bra rasped against her aroused flesh as she moaned again, her head falling back against the wall. "So good, Angel..."

He ground himself into her willing flesh, forcing himself as close to her as he could get without being inside of her. Their clothes prevented skin from touching, but he was nearing orgasm, and the friction they were creating would do just fine. His cock nudged her clit, over and over again until she could barely breathe, the pleasure swamping her. She squeezed him between her thighs as he sped up, slamming against her. He was snarling into her neck, licking and biting at the scented skin beneath his lips.

She was so close, she could feel her muscles beginning to tighten and she arched against her lover...and then she heard Willow scream. She could have screamed herself from frustration. Couldn't Willow have waited a little longer?

Angel paused mid-thrust at the sound of Willow's scream, then growled "She'll be fine for another minute" against Buffy's throat. Buffy nodded dumbly as he continued to thrust, his hand worming its way between them to press directly on her clit. The added pressure sent her over the edge, and she clamped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him. His lips covered hers at that moment, swallowing her screamed "ANGEL!".

His own shout of release was muffled against her mouth as he spasmed repeatedly, body shuddering from the force of the pleasure. He slumped against her, and she kissed the side of his head, nuzzling his cheek with her own.

After a few seconds, he pulled back and unwrapped her legs from their death grip on his hips. "Time to go save the day," he quipped as he bent and stole one last kiss from her reddened lips.

Buffy grabbed his hand and together, they ran into the Bronze.

THE END