after.midnight // v.naked TITLE: Still Life
AUTHOR: Tamara
EMAIL: tamara@bitchenvy.com
RATING: R -B/A, violence, blood, and sex
TIMELINE: Some dark alternate universe in Season 4
SUMMARY: Buffy and Angel get creative.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel, Riley, and Kate belong to Joss. I own the
three nameless vampiresses. Is that even a word?

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His lover had quite an imagination.

That was the first thought that entered Angel's mind when he stepped
into the church and saw Kate's naked, lifeless body hanging from the
cross that hung above the altar. Two wooden stakes held her hands
against the wood, and two more held her ankles. Blood flowed in a thick
dark river from the stake embedded deep into her heart, and from the
dozens of whip lashes that marred her perfect skin, dripping onto the
pristine white marble beneath. Two perfect sets of fang marks decorated
her body, one over the vein in her neck, the other just above the nipple
of her right breast.

Part of him wondered if he should be sorry that Kate, a friend and
partner, was dead, if he should feel horror for what was done to her.
But all he felt was pure appreciation, pride even, for the woman who had
created such a glorious work of art.

Oh, yes, Buffy was wickedly creative. It was one of the many reason he
loved her.

"You like?"

Angel turned at the sound of her voice, smiling slightly when he saw the
Slayer emerge from the darkest corner of the cathedral. The black
leather catsuit hugged her body like a second skin, displaying every
luscious curve. The front was unzipped almost to her navel, providing
him a tantalizing view of breasts the color of honey. Her golden hair
was piled up on her head, exposing the graceful length of her neck, and
he could just make out the scars above her jugular that he himself had
made. She was absolutely stunning, a masterpiece in her own right, and
his desire for her increased tenfold.

"Perfect," he said, commenting on more than just her work as she
sauntered to him. "Someone's been quite the little student."

Buffy smiled, her eyes drifting briefly to the woman on the cross. When
she looked back at Angel, her eyes were sparkling with amusement. "I had
a good teacher."

"The whip marks were a nice touch," her remarked as he studied the body.


Buffy shrugged. "They made her scream," she said simply. "Besides, it
was fun."

When she was close enough, Angel grabbed her around the waist, hauling
her to him. "I missed you," he told her, his brown eyes growing darker.

Buffy buried her fingers in his hair, pulling his head roughly to hers.
"I missed you, too," she said before her lips devoured his in a bruising
kiss.

Angel accepted his punishment, making no attempt to deepen the kiss
until Buffy's lips softened above his. His lips parted beneath hers and
her tongue plunged into his mouth and the taste of her flowed through
him. She tasted like sunshine and warm summer breezes, but there was a
tinge of danger and darkness just underneath the innocence.

He growled low in his throat and pulled away. "Play time later," he
said, smiling when she made another attempt to stall him. "We have one
more piece to look at."

Just then a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the church, reminding
Buffy of what they were really there for. With one last kiss, she
reluctantly pulled out of Angel's arms.

"Where is he?" she asked, excitement clear in her voice.

Angel grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the confessionals. "Want to do the honors," he asked when they reached the cubicle.

Buffy wasted no time. She pulled back the curtains, her lips curling up
in a satisfied smile when she took in the sight before her.

Riley sat naked on the seat in the confessional, but he was not alone.
Three female vampires were with him, each engaged in a separate
activity. One vampiress had her fangs buried deep into Riley's neck,
slowly draining the life from his body. Another was straddling his
thighs, moving languidly upon him as he thrust weakly beneath her. Her
fangs were sunk into his chest, him, each engaged in a separate
activity. One vampiress had her fangs buried deep into Riley's neck,
slowly draining the life from his body. Another was straddling his
thighs, moving languidly upon him as he thrust weakly beneath her. Her
fangs were sunk into his chest, right above his heart. The last female
was busy

The scent of the Slayer's arousal was strong in the air, and Angel
stepped closer to his lover, wrapping his arms around her waist. One
hand moved up her body to slip inside the leather suit to cup her
breast.

"You like," he repeated her question as his thumb idly stroked her
nipple.

Buffy stepped back and was rewarded with the feel of his hard length
pressing insistently against her. "I like," she replied breathlessly as
her body responded to Angel's touch.

"I'm glad," Angel whispered as he took her earlobe into his mouth,
sucking gently.

"Exhibit's over," Buffy announced, her arms encircling Angel's neck to
bring his lips down to hers. She moaned against his mouth when his free
hand moved down her body beneath the leather. "Can we play now?"

Angel backed them away from the confessional. "Most definitely," he
answered, pulling Buffy on top of him as he fell backwards onto a pew.

And soon the only sounds issuing forth from the church were the
passionate cries of the Slayer and her vampire.