Midnight Walk
Buffy looked up at the full moon as she walked around the beach's boardwalk with Angel in silence. She looked around her, and saw that there were less people than before. She looked at him.
"Now?" she asked hopefully. Angel looked around him. He still saw people.
"No." Buffy frowned at him.
"I think that you're acting very Neanderthal," Buffy groused. Angel quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Then you should have thought better than to wear that to the beach," he answered calmly. "People get ideas."
Buffy scowled at him. "It's just a bikini, Angel. A lot of girls wear them."
"I don't care about other girls, but you're not wearing *that* bikini," he replied as he looked at her. "When I'm not around."
"I *am* wearing this bikini when you're around, and look what you did to me!" Buffy said as she threw her arms open wide. "You made me wear your leather jacket! Zipped up!"
"And you look great in it," Angel said as he took in the view. His jacket came down to her mid-thigh. It covered her completely from speculative eyes. Eyes that didn't know that they were looking and speculating at private property. "Like you always do."
Buffy scowled at him. "This is *so* unfair. It's a perfectly good bikini, Angel. I can't see why you're being like this."
Angel pursed his lips. "Because you were practically naked, Buffy."
"I was not."
"You were so!" Angel growled. "And I'll be damned if I let you walk around on the beach practically naked!"
Buffy looked at him furiously for a moment, and then brought her arms into his jacket. Angel stared at her as the jacket hampered her movements. Then one hand popped out of the sleeve, and then the other came out holding something red. Buffy threw it at Angel's chest, and he caught it in reflex.
"Here! If you won't let me wear it, then I won't!" Buffy shouted as she stomped away quickly. Angel looked down at what he caught, and then his eyes widened. It was Buffy's red bikini.
Angel raced after his Slayer. "Buffy! Get over here!"
Buffy paid no attention to her Neanderthal of a vampire boyfriend. She ran faster and ducked behind a building. And stopped as she faced three vampires.
"Well, hello there, Slayer," Spike said as he looked up from his trapped victim. "New look?"
"Just go away, Spike. I'm not in the mood," Buffy grumbled. "It's a beautiful night and I don't want to kick your ass. Tonight at least."
Spike lost his smile. "Well, it seems that I feel like fighting you tonight, sweet. So what are you going to do about it?"
Buffy was about to retort when she heard Angel holler after her. "Get back over here, Buffy! Don't think that your being naked under my jacket is going to stop me from spanking you over my knee!"
Buffy dropped her head into her hands and groaned as Spike and his minions stared at her.
"Naked under the jacket Slayer?" Spike asked delicately as his eyes took in her appearance. "How about that?"
Buffy glared at him as Angel rounded the corner, and stopped when he saw the four of them. "Spike!"
"Angellus! What do we have here, a lover's spat?" Spike asked jovially. "Playing poke the Slayer at the beach?"
"Not hardly," Buffy snorted. "Just a lover's spat! Now leave unless you want to be a part of the sand!"
"Why should I do that? Never saw a Slayer naked before," Spike said as he took a step towards her. "Just half naked if you want to count the flimsy stuff that you wear."
Angel growled at her before stepping in front of her. "Told you that you should wear more clothes when Slaying!"
Buffy stared at Spike and then at Angel with indignation. Then she rounded on Spike. "And I suppose that you agree with his asinine Neanderthal notions that a woman should be clothed with robes all the way down to her feet!"
Spike looked at Angel with masculine understanding then he simply shrugged. "Private property, Slayer."
Buffy howled in outrage as she launched herself at Spike with her fists. Angel then took on the other two as Buffy rolled on the ground with Spike and started flying punches on him. Each punch was accented with a
syllable. "I--AM--NOT--PRIVATE--PROPERTY!"
As Angel staked a vampire, Spike felt the blood trickle down his lip as she drew back another hard fist. His eyes widened with appreciation at the sight the Slayer presented to him. "Nice breasts, Slayer. Very nice,indeed."
Buffy looked down and saw that Angel's jacket zipper had come undone all the way. Screaming in embarrassment, she jumped back to grab the lapels closed. Spike quickly rolled up, and gave her a wicked grin. "Thanks for the view, Slayer. Come on, boyo, let's go!"
The one vampire shoved at Angel for a last time before reaching Spike's side. Spike turned and grinned at Angel. "You've got great sense to keep her covered, Angel. She's got great breasts! Great legs, too. Really enjoyed the view!"
Buffy was about to race after him when Angel caught her in his arms and held her back. Spike let out a laugh as he and his minion disappeared into the dark. Angel took one look at Buffy, and started dragging her to where he parked his car. At the far shaded side of the parking lot where it was alone with some else's car.
"Angel! Angel! You're dragging me!" Buffy complained as her feet tripped over each other. Without a word, Angel swung her into his arms and carried her to his car. Looking at his grim face, Buffy stayed silent until he reached the car. He silently started to walk in between the two cars to open the driver's door.
"What is wrong with you?" Buffy finally asked belligerently. Angel put her down and stared at her angrily.
"What's wrong with me?" he echoed. "Well, I don't know. Possibly because you wore a bikini that hardly covered you! Or that you fought him without a stake! Or was it because Spike saw you naked! Take your pick!"
"It wasn't my fault that your stupid zipper came unzipped when I was fighting!" Buffy defended. "And I was only defending myself against his stupid notions that I was private property!"
"You are private property!" Angel hollered at her. "You're my girl! Mine! When are you going to realize that no one should look at you like I do!"
"Like what?" Buffy hollered back. "You look at me as if I were a damn statue to be worshipped! You never touch me whenever you want to! I have to start! You never start! You never look at me!"
"I *always* look at you!" Angel shouted. "And I just refuse to have other people look at you! You belong to me!"
Buffy looked at him, stunned. Then she blew her stack. "I BELONG TO YOU?!? You-you oaf! I belong to only one person, and that's *ME*!"
"Are you saying that you're *not* my girl?" Angel asked furiously as he looked down at her. Buffy looked at him just as furiously.
"I'm not *anyone's* girl, least of all yours!" Buffy hollered back. "And if I were, HE wouldn't have any issues about *what* I wear!"
"Yes, he would!" Angel gritted out. Buffy looked at him dismissively.
"No,HE wouldn't. And HE wouldn't act all possessive over a little bikini!"
"Yes, he would, "Angel annunciated. "Because whenever I look at you I feel like doing this!"
Angel yanked Buffy towards his chest with both hands, and started ravaging her mouth. Surprised, Buffy started pushing him away, but Angel would have none if it. He caught her hands, and wrapped them behind her, opening the front of the jacket. Angel pushed her against the car when he felt her warm body exposed, then lifted her on to the trunk.
Buffy moaned when he stepped in between her legs and his mouth went down to her breasts. Grabbing the jacket ends, he pulled her closer to him when she arched back. "Angel..."
Angel looked at the desire in her wide eyes, and smiled faintly as he smelled her musky odor. Looking quickly around, he quickly lowered his zipper and lowered Buffy's hips into his. Angel drew in a ragged breath as he entered her moist channel. "Buffy..."
"Angel," Buffy whispered as she began to move her hips. Angel grabbed her hips to hold her still. She looked at him in puzzlement. "Say it."
"Say what?" Buffy asked as she tried to move her hips again. Angel's hands clamped down on her harder.
"Say that you belong to me," Angel gritted out. "Say it."
Buffy shook her head. She could not believe that he was doing this to her. To them. "No."
Angel rolled his hips again, causing a wave of ecstasy to go through her. "Say it, Buffy."
Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed her inner muscles hard around his swollen shaft inside her. Angel's eyes crossed as he felt her muscles tighten around him."Stop that....Say 'Yes...I'm...yours.. Angel'. Say..it."
"No, I'm not," Buffy panted as Angel rolled his hips again. "But I'm your...girl."
Satisfied with that, Angel grabbed her hips harder and held her still as his hips rhythmically pushed her into the car. His mouth attacked and dueled with hers as waves of wonder and desire ran through them, and then exploded.
Breathing hard, Angel then gently disconnected himself from her and zipped up his jacket with shaky hands. "My girl, huh?"
Buffy looked at him with a sigh. "Yeah, but I'm still wearing what I want. Especially the bikini."
Angel quickly stepped away from her, and grinned. "You mean this one?"
Angel took out Buffy's itty bitty red bikini and held it up to show her. Then he smiled as he tore it into several pieces. Buffy looked at him in horror.
"That was forty dollars!"
Angel shrugged. "Now it's a forty dollar rag! You're not wearing that if I had something to say about it."
Buffy was about to sputter something when the car next to them started up. She stared in horror as Spike's face popped out of the moon roof. "That's telling her Angel. Great show, better than the porn channel."
Then he popped back down and the car quickly reversed, nearly running Angel over. Buffy stared at the car speeding away and then looked at Angel.
He shrugged, then sighed. "That's the last time we're going for a midnight walk on the beach."
The End.