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If the Plane's a-Rockin'

Prompt:  Standing Room Only
Words: 1000
Rating:  NC-17 (Kinda smutty, kinda dark)
Setting:  Post-The Girl in Question (things go a little differently).
New! Title:  If the Plane's a-Rockin'

Damn you new prompts!



Learning to write smut is something I want to work on, so here we go...  although I didn't quite mean for it to turn out so dark.


          She’d been there, waiting with bags packed when they’d returned one final time.  “Andrew called me,” was all she said, and not another word, she wouldn’t even spare either of them a glance, yet here Angel was with one more passenger boarding the jet back to L.A.

          “I will be having words with you later,” she told him, staring pointedly, and he shrank away and moved past her to the middle of the jet, leaving the other two cloistered at the front where she was finally talking, saying so many things, but none of them to him.

          Cookie dough, he reminded himself as the blond pair ran the gamut from angry hissing to tearful recriminations and back again, followed by two broken noses (both Spike’s).  Words floated back, phrases such as thought I’d lost you forever and not going to wait until later to tell you this time and I meant it

The surreptitious glances, filled with such longing, had him ready to toss himself off the plane and into the goddamned Atlantic;  he closed his eyes with a deep sigh, tuning everything out but her scent and the lull of her voice until he barely even noticed when she crept past him later in the flight.

          Angel noticed when he crept past though, and one guess was all you needed for what they were doing; the shushed giggles and quiet moans confirming his suspicions.  Cookie dough, he thought again.  Doesn’t matter, your place in her life is no different from earlier tonight, doesn’t matter which fucking asshole she’s fucking because in the end she’ll be cookies and that’s when it’ll matter and he won’t, Spike won’t be the one eating cookie dough then-

          Spike and eating juxtaposed in that sentence was too much for Angel and he had to shut down or risk conveniently forgetting he had a soul.

          The almost Zen-like chant of cookie dough might have got him through it, but suddenly the co-pilot was there, his carefully neutral face explaining that there was a problem, that all the extra activity in the tail-end of the plane was causing it to shudder and veer off course, danger danger, and what should be done, sir?

          He would take care of it, of course he would, he was the boss, the big cheese and the buck stopped with him.  Spike was his idiot offspring, more or less, his responsibility and she-

          No thinking on that, otherwise he’d find himself tossing them out over the Atlantic, soul mates and destiny be damned.  The bucking of the plane and the uh-uh-uhs from the back were painfully obvious now, more so the closer he got to the source.  They didn’t answer his knock and Angel steeled himself to find them in a state of semi-dishabille, but when he wrenched the door open they were in full dishabille of course, though how Spike had accomplished that feat in such a tiny space was beyond him.

          She didn’t even notice, the noises coming from her pretty little ‘o’-shaped mouth were ones he had certainly never heard, and the visual of how Spike was earning them had his cock harder than it had been since, well, that time he’d lost his soul. 

If that asshole had been a real man Angel wouldn’t have had the complete view, the full Monty; instead the creamy pale body he could see over her bronzed shoulder would have blocked her glistening bouncing gleaming rosy tits from his tortured sight; Spike’s pale ass and muscled back would have been the only thing visible in the mirror instead of her and her wet, spread-open pussy, phantom lover doing things he could only ever imagine.

Angel was grunting, panting, mission forgotten, nothing left but thoughts of the pair of them under him, his cock buried in one and fangs in the other, take your pick which was which, and he could see in Spike’s yellowed eyes that the fucker knew it.

“Look, mate,” the boy was saying, and now she had found his eyes in the mirror, the blush creeping up her chest and over her cheeks, but Spike had her so far gone she didn’t stop, didn’t push him away, only stared at him with a glazed expression he couldn’t fathom, didn’t want to.

“Me and my girl are having a moment here, so either kindly shut the door or get your sodding kit off and join us,” Spike said, and his tongue was doing that thing, the thing that had, after much drinking, once led Angel to find out just what the younger vampire could do with it. 

“Though I warn you,” and here the fucker smiled, a wicked smile that no creature with so beautiful a face – and certainly no creature with a soul – should possess, “it’s standing room only in here.”

There was a moment – a long moment – where Angel considered that second option, and if he’d sensed anything – that galloping heartbeat racing even higher, her musk growing heavier – it would have been a done deal, but she’d buried her face in Spike’s shoulder, never mind that he could still see all of her in the mirror, her eyes squeezed tight in mortification.

He hesitated a second longer but Spike had lowered them to the ground, ever the gentleman under the demon, belligerence gone, shielding his lady love from sight with gentle kisses and gentler words, promising everything that Angel could never offer her, who the hell was he fucking kidding, only himself that’s who, because she had made her choice that much was clear.  She’d chosen the vampire that had no right to exist, no right to be so damn soulful even when he’d been nothing more than a demon, and here he was trying to hang on to his fucking soul with both hands clasped tight.

“You were fucking the plane up with your damn fucking,” he snapped as he turned away, his voice thick with an emotion that wasn’t bitterness but mostly something else.


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rebcake
Oct. 30th, 2012 07:05 am (UTC)
Oh my! I feel a little sorry for Angel, and that hardly ever happens. But at least he is starting to face reality there toward the end, which is reflects well on him. (Heh. See what I did there?)

So. Yes. Very good use of the mirror in this. Unique. I'll be in my bunk.
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 30th, 2012 10:21 am (UTC)
Snap, I just realized I made it seem like Buffy could see Angel in the mirror... {handwaving ensues} She's vacantly staring into the mirror and Angel *thinks* she's staring into his eyes. That's it.

Mirrored Spike-sex is very bunk-worthy in my opinion. :) Thanks!
kikimay
Oct. 30th, 2012 10:02 am (UTC)
Weeeeeeell, I think I will go in my bunk. Because of reasons, you know. Mirror-y, hot steamy reasons.
Great fic, great Angel's characterization and - Sorry I need to go! *runs away*
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 30th, 2012 10:23 am (UTC)
:) Thank you! And great icon! I kinda wanted to see Spangel with oil too, but couldn't make myself go there. I'll leave it for Brutti to write!
jerzeyanjel
Oct. 30th, 2012 02:07 pm (UTC)
Ack! Join in Angel! I think you wrote this smut very well! And wow I can only imagine the powerful jumps er humps that were causing the planes malfunctions! =)
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 30th, 2012 09:06 pm (UTC)
It made me giggle to imagine the whole plane being affected. If this plane's a-rocking, don't come a-knocking!

Give Buffy a few years (or me some time to consider the next prompt) and then she'll be wanting Angel to join in. :) Thanks!
shapinglight
Oct. 30th, 2012 02:52 pm (UTC)
You give good smut.
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 30th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC)
You're much too kind! But I'm trying!
slaymesoftly
Oct. 30th, 2012 07:50 pm (UTC)
Congratulations. You managed to make me feel sorry for Angel. Had to remind myself that this is pre-comics Angel, and not to be blamed for future behaviors. :) Nicely done.
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 30th, 2012 09:12 pm (UTC)
Mmm, Comics Angel lost a lot of points with me too... Thank you!

Totally OT, but they were asking for Xmas fic recommends on Elysian, and I was trying and trying to think who wrote the one with Dawn bidding on eBay for a replica of the skull ring. I couldn't find it anywhere on Elysian. Turns out it was yours - as you probably guessed. :) So anyhow, love that story.
slaymesoftly
Oct. 30th, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thanks. It was a lot of fun to write. Which reminds me... not only do I not have a Halloween fic this year, but I don't have even a bunny for a Christmas one. *puts on thinking cap*
hello_spikey
Oct. 30th, 2012 08:18 pm (UTC)
So hot! So tasty and angsty!

hee. Broody Angel is one of my favoritist things and I don't know why I love him pissed off so much. Poke him with a stick! Poke poke! HEEE

Horray for the glorious Spuffy reunion!

Though I do hope Angel has, er, an opportunity to relieve his frustration later. Preferably with oil. :D
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 30th, 2012 09:14 pm (UTC)
He IS so fun to poke with a stick. Nobody can bring the brood like Angel. But it's a good look for him. Much better than the kicked puppy look, which makes me burst out into laughter and yell "Bad acting!" every time he's supposed to be having a majorly emotional moment.

Thank you! :)

Edited at 2012-10-30 09:15 pm (UTC)
waddiwasiwitch
Oct. 31st, 2012 11:58 am (UTC)
Oh that was steamy.....
*fans self*
Angel and his clinging to the cookie dough was so typical. I really did feel for him here when he finally realised that Buffy chose Spike. The idea that Buffy and Spike joining the mile high club could cause problems with flyng made me giggle. Figures since they once smashed a house down.
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 31st, 2012 05:16 pm (UTC)
Maybe it could be a series... Spuffy sex takes out a house, a plane, the Titanic (they're the real reason thanks to time-travel), the Orient Express, those cool man-made islands in Dubai, that skyscraper in Malaysia... Hmmm... now my mind is working. Don't see how they'd managed the whole world though :(

Glad you enjoyed! Thanks!
treadingthedark
Nov. 3rd, 2012 04:06 pm (UTC)
Awesome. This being from Angel's point of view made it perfect.
spuffy_luvr
Nov. 4th, 2012 02:31 am (UTC)
Poor Angel... Thank you!
red_satin_doll
Nov. 9th, 2012 06:18 pm (UTC)
Not a huge angel fan (though I'm learning to love him in fanfics), but this seems perfect and just right. I think this is the first Spuffy reunion fic seen entirely through his eyes? The snippets of their arguement and the ensuing sex is just right, and oh, how deluded Angel is here. (He couldn't even see the whole cookie dough speech as a polite brush off.) You make me almost love the idiot, his rationalizations and the the anger snapping.

And the comics don't exist for me, so no problems with canon.
spuffy_luvr
Nov. 10th, 2012 08:58 pm (UTC)
If you ever get around to watching Angel, you might like him better. He's much cooler on his own show. But Spike will always be the ONE for me. :) Glad you enjoyed!
pssnfrt_ksss
Feb. 12th, 2013 04:05 am (UTC)
I have three reactions:
1. Unf. GUH! Hot hot hot!
2. Yay Spuffy goodness! Poor Angel.
3. Excellent characterization and porniness, this fic perfect in every way.
spuffy_luvr
Feb. 12th, 2013 04:57 am (UTC)
Aw, it's always so exciting to see something written awhile ago get some love. Thank you!
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