Mistletoe


AUTHOR: SETJE
SUMMARY: “When everything we have left is our imagination, our love and friendship- nothing will separate the perfect heart of two people that are destined to be together but are forever separated by the gods of medialand”
RATING: NC17
POSTED: 17 Dec 2003
CATEGORY: HOLIDAY FIC (CHRISTMAS)
CONTENT/PAIRING: C/A set in the future after 5.12
WARNINGS: Explicit Sexual Content
FICPIC CREDIT: N/A
AUTHOR NOTES: An Angel short story written for Zanita
STATUS: Complete


He slowly awoke, very aware of the warm body lying next to him. Blinking his eyes, he looked around. A smile formed on his lips as he looked at her.
He quietly slid out of bed. He looked at her as she stirred slightly between the sheets. . Smiling, he walked to the window, looking at the first rays of light. “Thank you Santa” and closed the curtains. He stretched his back, and replayed the previous night’s events in his head.

He had attended the Christmas party at Wolfram and Hart. He wasn’t sure why, he didn’t really enjoy socializing. But being head of the famous law firm had made him do it. Not much of a choice lately when it came down to appointments and obligations. He so hated it.
He stood there quietly observing his friends, the clients and some other officially invited powerful men or demons.

This was so wrong, how could Christmas be celebrated in a building where the main goal was Evil.

He sipped his glass of egg nog, tasting it without really enjoying the full of it. Fred had made it. She had instructed to have the real traditional ingredients for it as she wanted to make this party so perfect as possible. The main hall had a Christmas tree, decorated with gold beads and different ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colours. Lorne was playing Christmas carols joined by Fred, Gunn and Wesley chanting “O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear saviour’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining, till he appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices. Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born. Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divine.”

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the elevator, she was here. He felt his heart jump to his throat. Then, just as quickly, he felt it sink as he saw him following her.

He quickly downed his drink and glanced over towards her. Sure, he told her that she deserved to have a life, but he meant with him here, at his side, not with Mr. Broadway.
“Damn it , me and my big mouth” as he took a second glass of egg nog.
He felt eyes gazing at him. Fred was somewhat confused at what she saw. Angel drinking was very weird. She crossed the room, walking up to him.

“Are you okay, ?” she asked.
“Sure, Fred.” He answered;
“You seem so out of it, you’re not enjoying this at all, are you. It’s the decoration isn’t it, to much for an …..”
“No, Fred. It’s perfect sweetheart. You did a terrific job. I just, ….need some fresh air.

With that he walked into his office out onto the balcony before she could utter an other word.
He stood on the balcony and deeply breathed the unneeded cold air into his lungs.
He can hear her voice in the background, saying hello to her friends, wishing Wes a Merry Christmas. Their laughter makes him close his mind and he can feel a lump forming in his throat as thoughts crawl his mind he can only hear.

“ The urge to reach out and caress her cheek is overwhelming. “”I honestly don’t believe you have any idea how much your presence in my life means to me. You have become a part of my essence, a part of my soul. Do you know what your smile does to me? Do you want to know? Would you even be able to fathom how you feed my spirit with such strength and courage, allowing me to believe even when hope is nothing but a tiny, flickering candle caught in the harsh wind of fate?

Your beauty is something far deeper than the radiance of your skin or the twinkle in your eyes. It’s something eternal and unchanging, something that can’t be measured by mere aesthetics. My heart sings every time you grace me with a smile. Why? Because I love you. I can’t offer you a simpler explanation than that. I love you. I may never get the chance to fully express those feelings to you, but that doesn’t deter me from acknowledging my affection.

My love for you makes me whole, even if you can’t respond in kind. That’s something I understand and accept. I did try to tell you how I felt once, but the depth of my emotions remained hidden behind eloquent words that seemed far easier to say at the time. In return, you smiled, offering me your hand and your friendship, a gift I will cherish the rest of my life, just as I cherish you.

Laughter echoes through the room as Lorne tells one of his jokes.

Gunn takes out a camera from his pocket. “Time to make this eternal” he says.
“Com’on Wesley tell us what Christmas is all about.” As Gunn starts to roll the camera, Wesley clears his throat. “it’s about giving thanks for all that you have, and letting everyone that you love know just how special they are to you.”

*Your amusement brightens the entire room as you smile. I can sense how contented you are, and it brings such a sense of peace to me. You are so beautiful when you look like that. I notice your smile start to fade as you listen, your face growing thoughtful as his words continue.*

“ I believe Christmas is really a celebration of life and love. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you are.”

Angel turned his back, watching the night as he hear their voices and laughter, celebrating this Christmas Eve.
“Angel .” The voice startled him and he quickly turned around.

He was completely unprepared to see her face towards him, her eyes seeking his.

“I realize with a start that all my feelings are unmasked to you, feelings I’ve kept so carefully hidden. My undead heart wants to stop in a moment of fear and exhilaration, I feel your hand grasping mine gently in a silent gesture. Is that a spark of affection I see in your gaze? I don’t dare to hope; I just smile softly and accept the gratitude you have so generously offered, as always.

“Hello Cora. How are you?” he finally asked.
“I’m okay, are you ?” as she glanced at his glass of egg nog in his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He was lying and they both knew it.

“Why don’t you come back inside. Join the others.” She said.
“You know I’m not the social type Cora, not even now.”
“Then let’s go some place else, you and me.” She said.
“Cora, we can’t just leave them, I’ve guest and ….”
“You wanna bet” she replied in a teasing voice and kissed him on the mouth.
Then she looked up. “You know what this means don’t you?” and left him. He looked up to find a small arrangement of greenery hanging from a string just above his head, he was looking straight into a piece of mistletoe.
As he finally realized what happened, he saw the elevator doors close.

He looked at Fred, who had noticed everything. Their eyes met, she nodded her head.
He smiled and left, taking the stairs, running them down. As he arrived at the ground floor, she stood outside, waiting for him. Angel walked towards her, as she stepped into one of his cars. “Can you give me a lift.” She asked. “It seems I’m out of a chauffeur tonight.”

He stepped in and turned on the engine. “Where do you wanna go ?” he asked.
“You decide” she replied and turned the stereo on. She softly began singing along.
“I like that cd” she said. “I know” he answered and drove up the highway.
Angel loved to hear her sing. Maybe it was the alcohol in the egg nog, tho he doubted it, knowing Fred the amount was surely low in it. Or was it the Christmas spirit, or her kiss under the mistletoe, but he was seriously considering kissing her back. He had wanted her for so long.
Taking a deep breath, he quietly leaned over to her and kissed her neck softly.

“Hé watch the road mister.” She said.
“Trust me.” He replied, and quickly glanced at the street. And made an other loving assault on her neck He felt her take in a sharp breath as he kissed her again.
They had been driving for a few miles with him rubbing her thigh with his right hand. As they finally arrived at destination.

“Angel, what is this place ?”
It was a very nice cabin-like house.
“This is my little get-away” He said. “ a place where I come to think and to be all by myself.”
He smiled and got out of the car. He opened the door on her side, reaching out for her hand, leading her into the house. He closed the door behind them, while she looked around the modest home, but so him. Old stuff, volumes of books, shelves placed with memories of his eternal life. She watched him walk past her to the stereo. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear. “Would you like to dance?”

She turned around in his arms, touching his chest.
“Are you seducing me?” she asked in a wicked voice.
He had a slight smile on his face. “Is it working …?”
She looked into his eyes and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her. Her hands found their way to the back of his head. Her fingers curling his hair as they kissed.
She felt his fingers strolling on her back, slowly unzipping her dress. She moved closer to him as he gently pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He unwrapped her like a Christmas gift.
He bent his head and tenderly kissed her shoulder as he unhooked her bra and dropped it to the ground as well.

His lips found hers again as he picked her up and gently carried her into the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, his mouth exploring her body , he could feel the heat from her body as he moved down between her legs and lovingly kissed the inside of her thigh. She gasped and he looked at her. His Cora, never seen a more beautiful woman then his Cora. He rested his left hand on her stomach and used his other hand to place her leg on his shoulder. He bent his head down to take her with his mouth.
She tightened her legs around his head. Carefully, he leaned up to look at her.
“Cora?”
She gazed down at him.
“I want to hear you Cora, I want to hear you. Make me believe this is real”
She relaxed the muscles in her thighs and he gently spread her legs.
And then her heard her moan, “Angel “ as his tongue entered her. He could feel her body tense and he knew she was close. She tasted wonderful, as he quickly moved his head slightly and pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking it gently, nibbling it. Her body quivered as she moaned his name. “Angel ! More babe, give me more.”
She was so close to come, and he could taste her juices as began to run his tongue up and down inside her. His touch was exquisite, and Cora squirmed and moaned as Angel tongued her from the top of her cleft, above her clit, down her inner lips, down, finally burying his tongue deep inside of her.
.Then he withdrew, circled her wet core, retraced his path back up, and started all over again. Soon, her entire attention was closed down to the small area he was expertly
tonguing. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, her fingers absently stroked her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She abandoned herself in the warmth flooding from between her legs, feeling her inner muscles tensing involuntarily, at first slowly and softly, then more and more strongly. Her back arched and her stomach muscles contracted, heaving her hips upward. He pushed down, spreading her further open, his tongue flicking deeper into her.
Throwing her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, she bucked furiously against him, then subsided. She came back from a long way away, to find herself cradled in his
arms and him undressed. She looked at him “vampire speed.”
Her arms went around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. His lips parted and set her body on fire. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues entwined, dancing together as one. Her tongue could taste his passion as he broke from the kiss gently and let his tongue travel across her soft skin to her neck. Once there the coolness of his lips made her quiver. He sucked and nibbled, ravishing her passionately. A chill ran up her spine and coursed through her body as his tongue gently began to trace a wet path along the rim of her ear. She could hear him moan, growl and then he purred. His hands slid into her hair, tilting her head to give him better access, kissing her deeply. She let her hands wander over his shoulders and back, mapping the strong muscles, feeling the way they tensed and relaxed under her touch. He groaned into her mouth when she gripped his ass tightly, pulling him against her body.

He was rock-hard, rubbing against her belly. “I love you “ She whispered in his ear before she began nibbling on the tender lobe. Using hot wet tongue and full lips she blazed a trail around his neck With a practiced ease she moved from his neck to one erect nipple. Sucking and laving those sensitized points, she fed on the wiggles and pleasurable moans escaping his body As she migrated past his belly button he was sure he was going to burst. The tension in him was so great, but then those magical hands stopped roving and her mouth was removed. He looked at her to see her staring intently at his rock hard erection. He didn’t think it was possible, but he hardened even more. There was the woman he loved staring at him. Licking her lips. Preparing to devour him. Just knowing that she craved the taste of him. The texture of him. Wanted him. Was all he needed. She swooped down and took him completely into her mouth.

The hot wet suction in conjunction with her clever tongue was driving him to distraction. He watched in awe as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. He loved watching her give him head. There was something so erotic about watching his cock move in and out of her luscious mouth. The quick teasing glimpse of a pink tongue. The sweet slurping sound made as her saliva mixed with his flavor. Pumping his hips he drove his manhood deeper and deeper into her throat. Rubbing the tip against her silky upper palate. She sucked him with wild hunger, and clutched his hips as he thrust so hard in her mouth that he felt himself slipping deep down into her throat. The nails of both her hands clawed at his buttocks as she sealed her lips around the base of his hardness. Fluids flowed down her chin. Angel threw his head back, grunting in pleasure. His thrusts became paltry as the mounting urge to explode became too much, and so he pulled himself out of her mouth. Still throbbing, pulsating, he placed himself between her legs.

“Cora, I missed you so much. I love you. Be forever mine.” Angel said in soft whispering voice.

Their eyes locked together and she nodded in silence. She parted her legs even more to give him full access to her inner self ; once he entered her slowly she rapped her legs around his waist.

“Merry Christmas Angel.” As they joined together in a loving making like they never did before. The heat was gone, the longing was calmed down and the only thing left was Love, Caring , the night deepened around them,

“Merry Christmas My love” and he smiled at her as he moved in between her legs.

Two souls forged together on a Christmas Eve, never to be separated ever again.


…The End…


 

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