Title: You're No Mr. Smith
Chapter Title: July 16: George Reynolds
Summary: AU. Buffy and Angelus are the most skilled assassins in the business. When Angelus steals one of Buffy's job from right under her nose, she goes to him for revenge. Things don't always work out as planned. This is the sequel to Chapter 14 of This is not a Fairytale entitled she loved the job. That story's basically just an introduction to Buffy's job and kind of sheds some light on the way some events turn out the way they do in this fic.
Author's Note: Edited 1/27/2012. Still for Angel's blue eyed girl who was the inspiration for this fic.
Buffy slowly lowered herself out of the vent. She resisted the urge to crack her neck. The space had been tight, but she didn't want to risk announcing her presence for a few moments of comfort. She'd just have to wait until she got back home and could schedule an appointment with her masseuse.
She pulled away from her thoughts to focus on her job. Pausing, Buffy listened. The snores in the bedroom were as steady as before. Typical of a man, she thought wryly. They can sleep through anything.
Even their own death.
She took another step forward, but stopped when the man's snores choked off. She wasted no time sliding open the closet door and entering the bedroom.
Her eyes immediately went to the bed where George Reynolds lay sprawled out on his back across the sheets. He could almost pass for asleep, but Buffy knew a dead body when she saw one. Plus, the cross scratched into his cheek was a dead giveaway.
"Dammit," she hissed, kicking the closet door hard enough to remove it from its hinges. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
She crossed the room and sat on the bed. She needed to make a call and it wasn't like George would mind.
"Wills, I need you to get me a location," Buffy said when the phone was picked up.
Angelus was petting the girl's cheek when she walked in. He slid his hands away from the girl slowly, his eyes following her as she stabbed one of his guards in the neck and cracked open another's skull with her foot.
It didn't take long before she was standing right in front of him, and he leaned his head into his hand, staring up at her.
"You took my job. No one takes my jobs," she said icily. She took another step forward, standing in between his legs. Normally he would consider using the position to trip her up and pin her to the floor, but he knew that wouldn't work on someone as skilled as her. He'd heard of the Slayer. Everyone had heard of the Slayer, and Angelus knew that behind every rumor was a grain of truth. And from the rumors he'd heard, well….Angelus knew better than to underestimate her.
"Well, it wasn't actually your job. The contract was first come, first served. You just happened to be a little too slow," he replied. She leaned over him in anger and he took that moment to look down her shirt. Damn, she had nice breasts.
"I'd been waiting there all day. Waiting for the perfect moment and you …you –"
He chuckled, watching her try to find the words. She was so angry. It was beautiful. He'd watched women break down at the thought of killing another human, seen women shudder and vomit as they watched someone die before them. Having a woman actually angered by the opposite was…refreshing.
"Cat got your tongue?" he asked when it was clear no more words were forthcoming.
"I'd like to cut out yours," she retorted, smiling at him and reaching behind her back to reveal a small dagger.
"I'd like to see you try," he replied calmly. She smiled at him again, and he poised himself for the attack.
She dove at him, dagger pointed towards his heart, but he slid under her outstretched hand and tackled her towards the ground. The dagger slipped out of her hand and skidded across the room, and Angelus used his weight to pin her beneath him. Buffy slid her hand underneath him and pulled his arm down so that he lost his balance and fell on top of her. She used his momentary confusion to push herself on top of him and she pinned his legs with her knees, sliding another dagger out of her shirt. He stopped fighting when he saw it and smirked up at her.
"You gonna kill me now?" he asked, watching her with slitted eyes. He was really enjoying this. The Slayer was one hot piece of homicidal ass.
"Who said I was going to kill you to begin with?" she asked, a smile forming on her lips. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked wider.
Slowly and keeping eye contact with her, Angelus raised his hands to her waist. When his hands finally encircled her, she flinched but moved closer to his touch. His hands slid underneath her shirt and he brushed another knife. He felt her poised to move again and he quickly pulled out the knife and threw it across the room. Buffy nearly jumped up but he held her still with his hands.
"Watch it," she said with annoyance and he laughed beneath her. He slid his hands further up her shirt, laughing again as he felt yet another knife nestled right beneath her bra. The pocket knife was folded shut, and Angelus removed it, throwing it towards the other discarded knife.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, looking down at him. He noticed the knife was slack in her hand and her eyes were half-closed.
"I'm getting ready to fuck you," he replied, lifting up her bra to cup her breasts with his hands. He'd been right; she did have nice breasts. Nice, soft, and round breasts.
She moaned and pressed a hand against his chest. "Um, right. Like I'd let you?"
He chuckled again. "You're already letting me, Slayer. I'm just a second away from sticking my hand in your panties."
She nodded. "Right."
He wasn't expecting the blow to his chest, so when it came he fell backward causing his head to hit the ground hard. Angelus saw stars, and before he could react, the Slayer pinned his arms down with one hand, using the other to press the knife to his throat.
"Just because I didn't come here to kill you, doesn't mean I came here to fuck you. There are so many other things I could do to you that don't involve me taking my clothes off," she said slowly, her breathing harsh. "…or me getting you off," she added as an afterthought.
He'd been laughing a lot tonight, he realized as he let out another chuckle. He hadn't had this much fun in a while.
"Now, that's unfair. What did I ever do to you?"
Her eyes travelled across his face as she put her knife in her mouth and slipped a length of rope from under her shirt. He tilted his head to the side in questions. How had he missed that? Damn, the Slayer was good.
With one hand still holding his hands, she wrapped the nylon rope around his wrists and knotted it tight. He sighed and resisted the urge to tear at his wrists. He hated being restrained, though he did restraining others, especially when it involved silk and leather. Buffy turned over to tie up his feet and he took the opportunity to stare at her ass. It was a nice ass, and her tight jeans did nothing but illuminate that.
"You know, lover, everything about you is simply perfect," he complimented as she turned back around to face him. His legs weren't bonded as tightly as his hands and he knew if he tried, he could probably get out of them easily. Noticing the small smile on her face, he realized she was probably expecting that.
"You put my feet in a strangler's wrap?" Angelus asked in surprise, staring at her. Her smile widened and he laughed heartily.
"You called me lover?" she said, sliding her hand in her hair.
"Well, since it was a choice between that and Slayer, I thought you might like that better," he replied cheerily.
Buffy leaned down so that her face was mere inches away from Angelus'. She leaned even closer, and Angelus was sure she was going to kiss him. "What makes you think I'd like that better?"
She lowered her head towards his chest as she began to cut away his shirt.
"You owe me $326 for the shirt," Angelus said, when she reached the end. Buffy pulled the shreds of the shirt off, cutting away at the armpit so that it fell away easily.
She glared up at him. Angelus stared down, liking the sight. "You owe me a job. But since you can't give me that…" Buffy trailed off and sat up in his lap.
"You have a tattoo," she stated.
"And you know this because…? Lover, have you been stalking me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Under your armpit. I can see the ink."
He nodded, liking his explanation better. He would not have minded being stalked by her.
"You've got good eyes, babe," he said, whistling. Again, he was not expecting her to attack, so when her hands wrapped around his throat, he actually choked.
"Okay, lover I can deal with and Slayer is okay, but do not call me babe. Got that?" she snapped in his face, tightening her hold on his throat.
He nodded and breathed deeply when she released him. Angelus knew he was going to have a bruise tomorrow. The Slayer was one crazy bitch. He would be lying if he said he didn't like that.
"So, lover, why are you undressing me?" he asked curiously.
"Maybe I'm just trying to get you naked," she said cheekily. She smirked at him, and closed her eyes, scratching the back of her neck. He watched sweat slide from her neck down between her breasts, and he licked his lips.
"I sincerely doubt that, though, if that is the reason, you don't have to tie me up for that."
She laughed and slid the knife across his chest. "Maybe I like you tied up."
He gave her a lopsided smile. Buffy leaned down and pressed her hand to his cheek. "Now, where do you want it?"
"Where do I want what, lover?" Angelus asked, pressing into her hand. It was really warm.
"The cross," she replied brightly, removing her hand. "I'm going to carve it into you, just like you did to poor Mr. – Mr.…well, I can't remember his name. Oh well."
"You're not carving it into me," he said calmly.
"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "And why not?"
"Because, lover, I won't let you," he said matter-of-factly.
She giggled. "And you're going to stop me. You're seriously underestimating my ability to restrain you."
"And you're seriously underestimating my ability to break free."
He wiggled his untied hands in front of her. Her eyes widened and he used her surprise to knock the knife out of her hands and propel her across the room. She landed hard against the couch and he slid across the floor, grabbed her fallen knife, and cut free his feet.
She'd fallen hard, but was up by the time he got to her. She slammed her knee into his thigh and tried to punch him in the face but he was faster, catching her flying arm and pulling it behind her back. She cried out in pain and he slammed her against the couch, causing her to fall back into it.
He leaned over her and pressed the knife under her chin. She looked up at him with angry eyes.
"Now, why can't we just be friends?"
Buffy bared her teeth at him, letting out a small growl. "I'd rather die."
Angelus lifted Buffy with one arm, keeping the knife beneath her chin and turned her so he could sit down in the chair with her in his lap. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to kick backwards, but only pushing her body closer to his in the process.
"That can be arranged," he said darkly, before smiling at her, "But see I don't think you would rather be dead because, well, you hesitated."
Buffy flinched, looking away and Angelus knew he had her. One of the first things he learned was not to hesitate and when Buffy had originally had him beneath her, she'd hesitated to attack him. She'd let him feel her up.
"See, lover, you're hesitating again. But see, that's okay. I like it," he said slowly, watching her face as his hand slid down her waist. He slid the hand back up and under her shirt, stroking the soft skin of her lower back.
"Mmm, if we're going to do this, you can at least remove the knife," she said sweetly, her eyes twinkling.
"I don't trust you," he replied, moving his hand up to unclasp her bra. He heard her sharp intake of breath as her breasts were freed and he smiled into her glaring face. "And besides, this is more fun."
"You're sick, but smart," she said, pressing her hands against his bare chest.
"You love it," he replied, turning his attention back to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, caressing the soft flesh, before he released them listening to the almost inaudible slap of her breasts against her chest.
She moaned, digging her nails into his stomach. He hissed as she scraped them across his skin, drawing blood. Pulling her hands away from him, he lifted them above her head so he could remove her shirt. He ran his hands over her breasts, before pulling her closer to him. Kissing her softly, he began to remove her pants. They were as tight as he'd originally thought and by the time he'd pulled them fully off her hips he'd lost most of his already tentative patience.
Angelus pulled his lips away from Buffy's and they both struggled to catch their breath. He stared into her bright, green eyes, realizing that he'd drop the knife long minutes ago and she hadn't tried to kill him yet. He smiled at her and she smiled at him in turn. His eyes travelled down her body, lingering on her breasts before turning their gaze further down.
"I like your panties," he said, staring at her bright neon pink and green boy shorts. He ran his hand along the waist, pulling it back and smacking it against her skin.
"Take them off," she ordered, and Angelus looked back up at her to see Buffy had closed her eyes, biting her lip hard as she rocked against him.
"Someone's horny," he stated, and when she rocked against him again, grinding into his hard-on, he bit his own lip, unsure of whether his comment was for Buffy or himself.
Buffy grabbed his head in his hands and tugged him close so she could kiss him. Angelus let her lead him in the kiss until his need for dominance took over and he moved her hands, holding them against his hips.
"You gotta get up a minute, lover," he murmured against her lips minutes later. She groaned, but allowed him to lift her and he jerked his pants down his hips, ignoring the burn of the leather chafing against his bare skin. This was not a day to not wear boxers.
He amended that thought quickly when Buffy's hand encircled his cock, stroking it up and down. Angelus groaned, kicking his pants the rest of the way off.
"What ─"he began when Buffy started to crawl out of his lap but when she positioned herself between his legs, he stopped his protests and watched her with hooded eyes.
She smiled up at him, before focusing her attention between his legs. Buffy rubbed her hand up and down his cock, and then moved her hand back to the tip, squeezing the head of his cock with her fingers. He moaned and she smiled wider. She leaned in farther, licking the droplets of precum off the head. After a few moments, she stopped her motions and opening her mouth, she slid his cock inside. She sucked on the tip, wrapping her hand around the shaft for better balance. Buffy stroked her hand up and down his shaft as she moved her head up and down the tip, every thrust going farther and farther into her mouth until she was hitting the back of her throat with his cock.
Angelus watched her head move up and down his cock and felt himself grow impossibly harder at the sight. Damn, she was good. He hadn't a blowjob like this since Darla had left him and even Darla's mouth didn't compare to the soft, warm heat of Buffy's. After fighting with himself for few good minutes, he began to thrust down her throat. Buffy was startled at first, but she took it in stride, moving her head to meet his thrusts.
This is amazing, Angelus thought, but he knew he needed to stop this. Though the prospect of coming down Buffy's throat appealed to him, fucking her appealed even more.
"Stop, baby," he gritted out and Buffy stopped sucking and pulled herself off of him with a wet popping noise.
"God, you're so hot," he murmured as she crawled back into his lap. Angelus pulled her in to him, kissing her hard. When his hands moved into her panties, she moaned his name and pressed against him.
"Fuck, lover, you are so wet," he said, rubbing his fingers hard against her clit. Her panties were soaked with her juices and Angelus loved it. He'd barely touched her, so that meant she was either very sensitive or she had gotten turned on by sucking his cock. Angelus was betting it was both.
He lifted her up again and tugged her panties down and off her hips. He threw them across the room with the rest of their discarded clothing and then focused his attention back on her mound. He ran his fingers through the light patch of blonde hair. When his fingers reached her clit again, he brushed it lightly, feeling her shudder in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his chest and began to dig her nails in his back and her teeth into his shoulder. He slipped one finger, and then another, inside of her, thrusting them in and out. Her wetness made it easy for him to slip another finger inside and he knew it wouldn't be long before he'd be sliding his cock into her. Just the thought of that made him harder and gritted to his teeth, trying to turn his focus away from his raging cock and back to her. She made an unintelligible noise against his shoulder and it was only when he listened harder that he realized she was chanting his name.
"Angelus, Angelus, Angelus," she whispered harshly against his shoulder and he thrust his fingers into her harder and faster. She bit his shoulder again and he felt her tighten around his fingers.
"Mmm, Angelus!" she yelled as she came and he lifted her hips, positioning his cock against her opening. When he slid inside her, they moaned in unison. Her pussy was so hot and tight, god, she practically burned him.
"Fuck," he groaned, thrusting harder inside her. At this rate, he wouldn't last long, and from the noises Buffy was making, he knew she wouldn't either. Already, he could feel the tremors of her orgasm pulsing around his cock. Angelus tried to hold off his orgasm but when Buffy came, he came as well, spilling his seed deep inside her.
He panted into her hair, the noise bouncing off the walls of the empty room. Pulling her off his chest, he pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply and she deepened it, opening her mouth to let his tongue in. A moment later, she pulled away, climbing out of his lap and walking towards her clothes.
Angelus watched Buffy slip on her panties and fasten her bra before he followed her, getting out of his seat and walking over to her.
"So, I never got your name, lover, and though calling you that is pretty fun, I'd much rather have something else to call you when I'm fucking you," he stated, standing in front of her.
Buffy looked up from where she was tugging on her pants and stared at him. "Who says that this is going to be a more than a onetime thing? And who said that I'd been planning to tell you my name anyways?"
He smirked at her, stroking a few stray hairs out of her face with his hand. "I think the fact that I'm still alive kind of speaks for itself, lover."
She laughed, "This is never happening again. Next time you fuck with one of my jobs, I will kill you."
"Right," he said with sarcasm. He watched her slip her pants the rest of the way on.
"And if you want to know anything about me, you'll have to find it out on your own. I'm not that easy," she continued, sliding into her shirt.
Angelus watched her walk out the door before he moved to put his own clothes on. He had some work to do. David Nabitt had put out another free-license hit and with that kind of money involved, Angelus knew Buffy would definitely go for it and if he wanted to be there when she was, he needed to do some research.
Besides, he'd like to know her name. Slayer just didn't sound right in the heat of sex.