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Game of Chance by Tamara, NC17
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus
Length: 2500 words or so
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
msaramat
Author Website: http://tamara.bitchenvy.com
Why this must be read: I think this was the first Buffy/Angelus fic I read and it opened up a wonderful word of possible not quite evilness that could be this relationship. In this fic Buffy and Angelus meet up at the Bronze and play a game of pool that turns into something very erotic and hot and spicy when they bet on the outcome. But what seems to be just sex twists at the end into an Angelus I adore. Tam wrote other pairings in this fandom but her Buffy/Angelus is hot, dark, and oddly sweet at times (perhaps more bittersweet).
"Here's the game," he announced with a nod toward the table. "You've got three chances to sink the eight ball. If you pocket it, you leave this room alive and I leave you and your little friends alone. No more plots to kill you. No more schemes to drive you mad."
"And if I don't?" she asked, pretty sure what the price would be.
"If you don't, I get you," he stated with a smile. "Whenever I want you. Wherever I want you, without one word of protest." He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction to his proposal. He smiled when she glared at him, her distress at his proposition obvious. "Think you can handle it?"
Tamping down her dismay, she nodded, accepting his challenge. "The question is, can you?"
He shrugged nonchalantly and gestured toward the table. "Good luck." As Angel leaned against the wall to watch, Buffy placed the cue ball down and studied the table. The little black ball was sitting right next to the right corner pocket, closely guarded by two other balls. She bent over the table, lined up the cue, and took aim.
"I was thinking about you today," Angel said conversationally, as Buffy moved the cue. The sight of her indecently short skirt slowly inching up to reveal a swaindecently short skirt slowly inching up to reveal a swath of creamy white flesh and a scrap of black silk was distracting him just a bit more than he liked.
Her shot missed its mark and the cue ball sailed over the surface of the table, just nicking the green ball that sat to the right of the eight ball. Cursing herself for letting the sensual tone of his voice distract her, Buffy stepped back to watch. Luck was on her side and the green ball hit the eight ball sending it closer to the pocket. Now, more determined to win, Buffy leaned over the table and took her next shot.
Game Of Chance
Pairing: Buffy/Angelus
Length: 2500 words or so
Author on LJ:
msaramatAuthor Website: http://tamara.bitchenvy.com
Why this must be read: I think this was the first Buffy/Angelus fic I read and it opened up a wonderful word of possible not quite evilness that could be this relationship. In this fic Buffy and Angelus meet up at the Bronze and play a game of pool that turns into something very erotic and hot and spicy when they bet on the outcome. But what seems to be just sex twists at the end into an Angelus I adore. Tam wrote other pairings in this fandom but her Buffy/Angelus is hot, dark, and oddly sweet at times (perhaps more bittersweet).
"Here's the game," he announced with a nod toward the table. "You've got three chances to sink the eight ball. If you pocket it, you leave this room alive and I leave you and your little friends alone. No more plots to kill you. No more schemes to drive you mad."
"And if I don't?" she asked, pretty sure what the price would be.
"If you don't, I get you," he stated with a smile. "Whenever I want you. Wherever I want you, without one word of protest." He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction to his proposal. He smiled when she glared at him, her distress at his proposition obvious. "Think you can handle it?"
Tamping down her dismay, she nodded, accepting his challenge. "The question is, can you?"
He shrugged nonchalantly and gestured toward the table. "Good luck." As Angel leaned against the wall to watch, Buffy placed the cue ball down and studied the table. The little black ball was sitting right next to the right corner pocket, closely guarded by two other balls. She bent over the table, lined up the cue, and took aim.
"I was thinking about you today," Angel said conversationally, as Buffy moved the cue. The sight of her indecently short skirt slowly inching up to reveal a swaindecently short skirt slowly inching up to reveal a swath of creamy white flesh and a scrap of black silk was distracting him just a bit more than he liked.
Her shot missed its mark and the cue ball sailed over the surface of the table, just nicking the green ball that sat to the right of the eight ball. Cursing herself for letting the sensual tone of his voice distract her, Buffy stepped back to watch. Luck was on her side and the green ball hit the eight ball sending it closer to the pocket. Now, more determined to win, Buffy leaned over the table and took her next shot.
Game Of Chance