Red
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Author: Dark Star A B/A fluff for Leni. * “I’ve got something
special that I want you to wear today.” “Special?” Buffy echoed.
“Like what?” Angel went to the drawer
and pulled out something red. Buffy curiously moved closer, and watched as
Angel held it up for her to see. It was a red silk corset, with a very small
waist and rigid bones running round the middle. To Buffy, it looked like an instrument
of torture. “I’ll never get that
on,” she said in alarm. “Yes, you will,” Angel
assured her. “Yeah… but still…” she
mumbled doubtfully, running a hand over the garment. It was very well made;
it must have cost Angel a small fortune, lined as it was in red silk. It had
matching red laces that ran all the way down the back for fastening. “Take off your dress,
and I’ll put it on for you.” Angel gave a little
smirk at her alarmed expression, but she awkwardly turned away from him and
stripped off her dress. She stood facing away from him, clad only in her
little cotton panties, and her arms held protectively across her chest. Angel wrapped the corset
round her chest and waist, from behind, being very careful not to touch her
naked skin, and then began tying up the laces. Buffy squawked as the garment
pinched her waist, and grumbled, “It’s too small, Angel. I can’t wear this.” “Yes you can,” he
replied. “Just breathe in.” “I am breathing
in!” “Don’t make such a
fuss.” He grunted with the effort needed to cinch in the waist, and something
in his voice made her fall silent. Finally, after much
‘breathing in’, she was imprisoned in the horrid garment. Buffy hated it; she
couldn’t breathe, and her movements were severely limited; she found that she
was unable to bend or twist at the waist. “I don’t think I can
wear it for long,” she grumbled. “Just… keep it on as
long as possible, okay?” “I’ll…” she began, but
then she caught a look at Angel’s expression and abruptly stopped. He was staring
at her with such undisguised lust in his eyes that it astonished her. If
he gets to look at me like that, I’ll never take the damn thing off… “I’ll wear it,” she
found herself saying. “I expect I’ll get used to it,” she added hopefully. “Thank you,” he said,
his hand spanning her tiny waist as he pulled her closer for a kiss. Buffy
raised her face expectantly, and the soft touch of his mouth on hers made her
moan. She could feel his hands exploring the new curves to her body as she
welcomed his searching tongue, and she melted into the kiss. Time stood still for
her; she was aware of nothing except Angel’s hands, his mouth, and his body.
She could smell nothing but Angel, taste nothing but Angel. Her heart speeded
up, and she found that she was panting because she couldn’t breathe in
properly. One of Angel’s hands
went to the back of her head and tangled in her hair; the other hand drew her
tighter against him and he deepened the kiss even more. Buffy began to pant
harder. She couldn’t breathe, and Angel wouldn’t let her up for air; his grip
tightened on her when she tried to pull back. When Angel finally
released her, she was panting and breathless, and her skin had a rosy tint to
it. "Not exactly
sexy," Buffy muttered apologetically. "You know, with the blushing,
and all." "You look good to
me," Angel assured her, wrapping her tiny hand in his larger one and
leading her up the stairs. "I like red." End.
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