Post by willowsummers on Mar 28, 2010 19:38:49 GMT -5
This is the second short story I wrote but I was a little nervous about sharing it until Natalie talked me into it. 
Connor and a girl I made up. PG-13.
Angel and Company rushed to the call of one of Cordelia’s visions. Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, Wesley and Connor were all crammed, uncomfortably in the car. There was a large gift shop right in the heart of town that Cordelia had seen as the center of a vamp attack. When they entered the building, it was brightly light and predominantly pastel colored. Connor thought as he looked around that it seemed sad and almost wrong for something bad to happen there. A young woman, with fire red hair that curled walked up to them. She had a smile on her face as she would for everyone she greeted but her expression quickly changed when she saw the battle axes and crossbows.
“We’re here to protect you,” Wesley began, putting his hand out as if to nonverbally show their peaceful motivations. “Something bad is going to happen here.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide and sparkled. “What do you mean?”
About that time, a line of vampires in vamp face strolled in the door. Connor fought along with the rest of them, trying to keep the vampires close to the door and away from the people that were behind them in the aisles. Everyone looked but it was funny how their expressions were even more of surprise than of horror. Connor’s actions were in his fighting, but his thoughts were not. He kept looking to the girl in the pretty skirt, pink ruffled blouse and red hair. He cared more what happened to her than to anyone else. Was she okay? Was she afraid? He had never even met her until tonight. A few of the cowardly vampires ran off when they thought they’d least be seen but the rest were killed off. Connor held his axe proudly. He looked to the girl with a proud, manly gaze, he thought. He hoped. She was afraid and quite shaken up. It didn’t bother Connor that she didn’t seem to notice him. He merely felt bad for the girl for being afraid. He wanted to… do something about it. He wasn’t sure what. He just hated to see her that way.
Around afternoon the next day, Connor found himself thinking more and more about that girl from the gift shop. It began to bug him. Only so much of it was bearable. Nothing much was going on in the hotel, so he decided to take a little stroll. This for him could mean a lot more than it did for most. He could cover a lot of distance in a short period of time.
The gift shop was bright again and busy. Connor stopped to look at some stuffed animals that were on one of the first aisles. He thought they were curious. Why does someone want a fake animal? He reached down and picked up a lion, turned it around in his hands. The mane did look real and impressive. He felt the dignity of the creature was shown in its face. How did anyone create that? He wondered. The fur of the toy felt good to his hands.
“Hi,” a clear, friendly voice sounded behind him.
He turned and saw the red haired girl from the night before. She wore a silk teal blouse and a pair of pinstripe pants.
“Can I help you find anything?” she asked him and Connor noticed that she was looking at the animal in his hands.
He stammered, ”Uh, I was just wondering if you had anything for fathers?” He had to think of something and quick.
“Not specifically; except for a few out of season father’s day cards and some birthday cards. What does your father like?”
Connor smiled at the girl, “I dunno. I’ll just look around.”
“Okay, well if you have any questions, feel free to ask,” she told him, looking into his eyes. He looked back into the large brown mascaraed eyes. A strand of hair had fallen so that it was near her eyes.
He looked around at the merchandise for a while, thinking this place very strange. He’d never been in a gift shop before and wasn’t sure what to think of it, except that it seemed very pleasing. On his way out, he saw the girl behind the counter. He smiled at her and, then as he walked away, heard one of the employees come up to her and call her Anise.
The next night, Connor found himself in the gift shop again. Anise was there, this time wearing a purple fitted dress which made her look very professional, as all her clothes had before. She smiled at him when she saw him come in and he walked toward the back of the store where there were come collectibles. There were Precious Moments figures holding numbers and little girls at different ages holding numbers. He saw the girl walking by and looked at her from the corner of his eye.
“We’re closing now,” she came all the way down the aisle to tell him after he’d moved on to some shirts for various holidays. She had her purse on her arm as if she were about to walk out herself.
He walked out and she locked the door behind him.
“Will you walk me home? I live just a block away, but I hate walking in the dark,” she asked him warmly.
“But you don’t know me,” he replied curiously, giving her an intense look.
She smiled as she replied, “I’m a good judge of character.” The way she said it emphasized the mysteriousness of her comment.
Maybe he should be afraid of her, he thought.
“What’s your name?” she asked him as they began to walk.
“Connor.”
“That’s a nice name. I’ve always liked it,” she replied.
“I like your name too,” he told her a little shyly.
“So what brings you to the shop every night when you don’t buy anything?” she said lightheartedly as if it was a joke, but it didn’t come off as if it was at his expense.
He tried to think of a lie to tell her but she stopped to look at him and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “I think you’re pretty.”
She blushed and laughed softly, “There aren’t any other pretty girls in L.A.?”
He didn’t answer her right away and she turned into a walkway.
“Well, this is my home,” she introduced it and then stepped on the porch. She unlocked her door and then thanked him.
Connor debated on going back the next night. Was she going to think he was weird if he went back again? Or would it hurt her feelings if he didn’t show up? Why did she trust him? He brushed his hair in as attractive way as he could and looked at himself in the mirror. He finally made the trek back to the gift shop again. It was late again when he got there. This time Anise met him on one of the aisles. He was standing near some candy and he reached in and picked one out. It was a chewy fruit flavored worm. He saw her come up behind him and he nearly choked on the candy.
“I’ll need a quarter for that sir?” she joked him and held out her hand.
“I’ve never had any of those,” he told her.
“You can take a small bag home if you want. Just to get the taste. I expect you to buy the next though,” she said and handed him a bag to put the candy in.
“I don’t have to pay for it?”
“I have some change. I’ll throw it in the register,” she told him softly and motioned toward the cash register counter.
Apparently Anise was alone in the store that night as she had to lock the door and then sit down in the back to count the cash register. He watched her from inside the store as she sat in the office.
“Take me home again?” she asked him when she closed the office door behind her.
“Sure,” he replied, hoping his excitement wasn’t obvious in his voice. He held the bag of candy in his hand as they walked out.
“Can I have one of those?” she propositioned him as they walked down the street and he opened the bag and handed it to her. He ate one with her.
When she reached her door, she unlocked it and then turned to him. “Do you wanna come in?”
He nodded and followed her as she stepped inside. The home was small and quaintly furnished. She walked behind the bar that separated the small living room from the even smaller kitchen and reached into the fridge for what turned out to be a glass of water.
“Want some?” she asked him. “That candy made me thirsty.”
Connor walked into the kitchen with her and sat the candy down. As he took the glass from her, their fingers touched and he felt electricity run through his body. He drank the water and as he handed it back to her, took in her body with his eyes. He had looked at it before, but never in so much depth and he never felt so comfortable to really take it all in before. Her green blouse opened a little to not show but to enhance her breasts and her black skirt clung to her thighs. She wore a dainty silver anklet and a bracelet and her earrings dangled and sparkled with her hair as a backdrop.
“I don’t want to keep you too long,” she told him. “You’ve probably got schoolwork or something to do- people to hang out with.”
“No, nothing,” he replied.
“Are you close to your father?” she asked him, remembering what he had asked her a few days ago.
“Not really. I just met him and I’m kinda confused.”
“You just met him?” she asked in reply as they stood around the counter.
“Yeah. I was raised by someone else and I needed to meet him,” he told her, not sure how much to tell her or what she might think.
“Well you don’t have to reveal anything you don’t want to,” she responded warmly. Her eyes sparkled again and he looked into them.
Her hand rested on the water glass and he reached over as he looked at her. As their fingers touched, he suddenly felt bold enough to slide his hand over hers. She let go of the glass and entwined her fingers with his.
“Can I confess something to you?” she asked him as she looked at their hands together.
“Yes, anything,” he replied and searched her face.
“I asked you to walk with me because I’m attracted to you,” she said and looked at him to see if he seemed to be shocked.
He squeezed her hand, held her eyes in his deep gaze and leaned in to kiss her. It felt right to do so and he vaguely remembered that was what Sunny had done to him. She squeezed his hand back as his lips met hers and he was pleased to feel her lips caress his. He matched her movements, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. As she pulled away from him, she reached up and touched his face. He looked at her warmly and then did the same to her. His hand slid into her curls and he ran them through his fingers. She tried not to, but the feeling of his hand in her hair made her whimper softly. She loved for people to play with her hair. He kissed her again and she put her hand on his arm. It felt stronger than she might have expected and she was even more attracted to him. She gripped him as she kissed him back and it thrilled her when he put his hand on her side. He touched her very softly she noticed, as if he was nervous.
“You feel good,” he told her softly as he rubbed her side.
She smiled, a little rosiness in her cheeks. “So do you Connor.”
His hand trailed up her back and she did the same to him, enjoying his touch as she explored him. He pulled her close to him and she allowed her body to press against his as she continued to kiss him. It excited her to feel his body against hers and she could tell he felt the same way.
“I’ve never done this before,” he eventually admitted to her.
“I know,” she told him softly, a hint of sadness as she expected him to say he wanted to leave.
He blushed a little then and he looked at her with admiration. His finger slid down her neck and he watched her reaction, noticed her pleasure. He felt fire coursing through his body. Anise’s fingers pressed against his back and he leaned forward to kiss the sensitive skin that had excited them both. She whimpered and he gripped her tight.
“What should I do next?” he asked her, afraid he’d do something stupid.
She smiled at him, thinking him incredibly brave though she knew he probably felt anything but.
“Come with me,” she told him softly, a warm glow on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.
Anise began to unbutton her blouse and she looked at him intensely as she removed all of her clothes and lay down on her bed.
Connor’s eyes were wide, a serious expression on his face as he lay down next to her. She kissed him again and he kissed her back, putting his arm around her and his hand on her waist. Her arms wrapped around him but she did nothing more, waiting for him to make the next moves. She wanted him to be able to back out whenever he wanted. His hand slid over her stomach and up to her breasts. He proceeded slowly, touching a little bit more until he cupped her breast in his hand. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face, enjoying the touch and being able to tell he liked doing this with her. He stroked her skin, watching her body and her movements carefully and she ached for him. His hand crept up, sensually enjoying all of her, then back down to explore where he hadn’t yet. He felt around her belly button, her hips and then watched as he slipped hand between her thighs. She noticed he rubbed her thighs, still exploring, only discovering what to do next by her reaction to his touch. Her eyes closed again as he touched her now, letting him feel her and then slowly reaching down and guiding him.
“I want to be naked too,” he told her and she began to take his shirt off while he removed the rest.
She took in his body as he lay next to her and she gripped his sides, guiding him on top of her. She kissed him again, slowly and passionately as their bodies grew closer together. It surprised him, she could tell, to feel them touch. He enjoyed it, rubbing himself against her as he should and she held him, looking into his eyes. Easily and naturally, he slipped inside her and though she felt him tense up, he continued. She rubbed his back lovingly and then rested one hand on his butt. It felt smooth and firm and she squeezed it. She encouraged him with the movements on her hips and he followed her, looking intensely into her eyes. His pleasure exploded and she held him tight to her. She kissed the side of his face and his neck and then his shoulder as she rubbed his skin.
“It’s still hard,” he told her and she smiled.
“That’s okay,” she replied softly.
He pressed himself against her again and she writhed beneath him, gripping him to her.
“Can you do it to me?” he asked her and she laughed quietly.
“Yes. Roll over,” she still smiled at him.
Anise looked him over as she climbed on top of him, taking in the slim but muscular body beneath her. She touched his chest and shoulders and slipped him inside her. He moaned loudly and she closed her eyes to take in every aspect of what was happening. She pressed her hips against his, pushing him deep inside her and the both moaned. He gripped her tightly, slipping his hand down to her waist and then to her butt. She found that he must like her butt because he spent a lot of time rubbing and squeezing it and she smiled. Her pleasure mounted and then only escalated more when she heard that his was too. As her pleasure peaked, he watched her and held her tight. He joined her and she lay on top of him, squeezing his sides with her hands as she nuzzled against his shoulder.
“So you liked it then?” she asked him warmly, out of breath.
“Yes, could it get any better?”
Anise gave him a devilish smile, “We’ll only know if we try.”
Connor and a girl I made up. PG-13.
Angel and Company rushed to the call of one of Cordelia’s visions. Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, Wesley and Connor were all crammed, uncomfortably in the car. There was a large gift shop right in the heart of town that Cordelia had seen as the center of a vamp attack. When they entered the building, it was brightly light and predominantly pastel colored. Connor thought as he looked around that it seemed sad and almost wrong for something bad to happen there. A young woman, with fire red hair that curled walked up to them. She had a smile on her face as she would for everyone she greeted but her expression quickly changed when she saw the battle axes and crossbows.
“We’re here to protect you,” Wesley began, putting his hand out as if to nonverbally show their peaceful motivations. “Something bad is going to happen here.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide and sparkled. “What do you mean?”
About that time, a line of vampires in vamp face strolled in the door. Connor fought along with the rest of them, trying to keep the vampires close to the door and away from the people that were behind them in the aisles. Everyone looked but it was funny how their expressions were even more of surprise than of horror. Connor’s actions were in his fighting, but his thoughts were not. He kept looking to the girl in the pretty skirt, pink ruffled blouse and red hair. He cared more what happened to her than to anyone else. Was she okay? Was she afraid? He had never even met her until tonight. A few of the cowardly vampires ran off when they thought they’d least be seen but the rest were killed off. Connor held his axe proudly. He looked to the girl with a proud, manly gaze, he thought. He hoped. She was afraid and quite shaken up. It didn’t bother Connor that she didn’t seem to notice him. He merely felt bad for the girl for being afraid. He wanted to… do something about it. He wasn’t sure what. He just hated to see her that way.
Around afternoon the next day, Connor found himself thinking more and more about that girl from the gift shop. It began to bug him. Only so much of it was bearable. Nothing much was going on in the hotel, so he decided to take a little stroll. This for him could mean a lot more than it did for most. He could cover a lot of distance in a short period of time.
The gift shop was bright again and busy. Connor stopped to look at some stuffed animals that were on one of the first aisles. He thought they were curious. Why does someone want a fake animal? He reached down and picked up a lion, turned it around in his hands. The mane did look real and impressive. He felt the dignity of the creature was shown in its face. How did anyone create that? He wondered. The fur of the toy felt good to his hands.
“Hi,” a clear, friendly voice sounded behind him.
He turned and saw the red haired girl from the night before. She wore a silk teal blouse and a pair of pinstripe pants.
“Can I help you find anything?” she asked him and Connor noticed that she was looking at the animal in his hands.
He stammered, ”Uh, I was just wondering if you had anything for fathers?” He had to think of something and quick.
“Not specifically; except for a few out of season father’s day cards and some birthday cards. What does your father like?”
Connor smiled at the girl, “I dunno. I’ll just look around.”
“Okay, well if you have any questions, feel free to ask,” she told him, looking into his eyes. He looked back into the large brown mascaraed eyes. A strand of hair had fallen so that it was near her eyes.
He looked around at the merchandise for a while, thinking this place very strange. He’d never been in a gift shop before and wasn’t sure what to think of it, except that it seemed very pleasing. On his way out, he saw the girl behind the counter. He smiled at her and, then as he walked away, heard one of the employees come up to her and call her Anise.
The next night, Connor found himself in the gift shop again. Anise was there, this time wearing a purple fitted dress which made her look very professional, as all her clothes had before. She smiled at him when she saw him come in and he walked toward the back of the store where there were come collectibles. There were Precious Moments figures holding numbers and little girls at different ages holding numbers. He saw the girl walking by and looked at her from the corner of his eye.
“We’re closing now,” she came all the way down the aisle to tell him after he’d moved on to some shirts for various holidays. She had her purse on her arm as if she were about to walk out herself.
He walked out and she locked the door behind him.
“Will you walk me home? I live just a block away, but I hate walking in the dark,” she asked him warmly.
“But you don’t know me,” he replied curiously, giving her an intense look.
She smiled as she replied, “I’m a good judge of character.” The way she said it emphasized the mysteriousness of her comment.
Maybe he should be afraid of her, he thought.
“What’s your name?” she asked him as they began to walk.
“Connor.”
“That’s a nice name. I’ve always liked it,” she replied.
“I like your name too,” he told her a little shyly.
“So what brings you to the shop every night when you don’t buy anything?” she said lightheartedly as if it was a joke, but it didn’t come off as if it was at his expense.
He tried to think of a lie to tell her but she stopped to look at him and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “I think you’re pretty.”
She blushed and laughed softly, “There aren’t any other pretty girls in L.A.?”
He didn’t answer her right away and she turned into a walkway.
“Well, this is my home,” she introduced it and then stepped on the porch. She unlocked her door and then thanked him.
Connor debated on going back the next night. Was she going to think he was weird if he went back again? Or would it hurt her feelings if he didn’t show up? Why did she trust him? He brushed his hair in as attractive way as he could and looked at himself in the mirror. He finally made the trek back to the gift shop again. It was late again when he got there. This time Anise met him on one of the aisles. He was standing near some candy and he reached in and picked one out. It was a chewy fruit flavored worm. He saw her come up behind him and he nearly choked on the candy.
“I’ll need a quarter for that sir?” she joked him and held out her hand.
“I’ve never had any of those,” he told her.
“You can take a small bag home if you want. Just to get the taste. I expect you to buy the next though,” she said and handed him a bag to put the candy in.
“I don’t have to pay for it?”
“I have some change. I’ll throw it in the register,” she told him softly and motioned toward the cash register counter.
Apparently Anise was alone in the store that night as she had to lock the door and then sit down in the back to count the cash register. He watched her from inside the store as she sat in the office.
“Take me home again?” she asked him when she closed the office door behind her.
“Sure,” he replied, hoping his excitement wasn’t obvious in his voice. He held the bag of candy in his hand as they walked out.
“Can I have one of those?” she propositioned him as they walked down the street and he opened the bag and handed it to her. He ate one with her.
When she reached her door, she unlocked it and then turned to him. “Do you wanna come in?”
He nodded and followed her as she stepped inside. The home was small and quaintly furnished. She walked behind the bar that separated the small living room from the even smaller kitchen and reached into the fridge for what turned out to be a glass of water.
“Want some?” she asked him. “That candy made me thirsty.”
Connor walked into the kitchen with her and sat the candy down. As he took the glass from her, their fingers touched and he felt electricity run through his body. He drank the water and as he handed it back to her, took in her body with his eyes. He had looked at it before, but never in so much depth and he never felt so comfortable to really take it all in before. Her green blouse opened a little to not show but to enhance her breasts and her black skirt clung to her thighs. She wore a dainty silver anklet and a bracelet and her earrings dangled and sparkled with her hair as a backdrop.
“I don’t want to keep you too long,” she told him. “You’ve probably got schoolwork or something to do- people to hang out with.”
“No, nothing,” he replied.
“Are you close to your father?” she asked him, remembering what he had asked her a few days ago.
“Not really. I just met him and I’m kinda confused.”
“You just met him?” she asked in reply as they stood around the counter.
“Yeah. I was raised by someone else and I needed to meet him,” he told her, not sure how much to tell her or what she might think.
“Well you don’t have to reveal anything you don’t want to,” she responded warmly. Her eyes sparkled again and he looked into them.
Her hand rested on the water glass and he reached over as he looked at her. As their fingers touched, he suddenly felt bold enough to slide his hand over hers. She let go of the glass and entwined her fingers with his.
“Can I confess something to you?” she asked him as she looked at their hands together.
“Yes, anything,” he replied and searched her face.
“I asked you to walk with me because I’m attracted to you,” she said and looked at him to see if he seemed to be shocked.
He squeezed her hand, held her eyes in his deep gaze and leaned in to kiss her. It felt right to do so and he vaguely remembered that was what Sunny had done to him. She squeezed his hand back as his lips met hers and he was pleased to feel her lips caress his. He matched her movements, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. As she pulled away from him, she reached up and touched his face. He looked at her warmly and then did the same to her. His hand slid into her curls and he ran them through his fingers. She tried not to, but the feeling of his hand in her hair made her whimper softly. She loved for people to play with her hair. He kissed her again and she put her hand on his arm. It felt stronger than she might have expected and she was even more attracted to him. She gripped him as she kissed him back and it thrilled her when he put his hand on her side. He touched her very softly she noticed, as if he was nervous.
“You feel good,” he told her softly as he rubbed her side.
She smiled, a little rosiness in her cheeks. “So do you Connor.”
His hand trailed up her back and she did the same to him, enjoying his touch as she explored him. He pulled her close to him and she allowed her body to press against his as she continued to kiss him. It excited her to feel his body against hers and she could tell he felt the same way.
“I’ve never done this before,” he eventually admitted to her.
“I know,” she told him softly, a hint of sadness as she expected him to say he wanted to leave.
He blushed a little then and he looked at her with admiration. His finger slid down her neck and he watched her reaction, noticed her pleasure. He felt fire coursing through his body. Anise’s fingers pressed against his back and he leaned forward to kiss the sensitive skin that had excited them both. She whimpered and he gripped her tight.
“What should I do next?” he asked her, afraid he’d do something stupid.
She smiled at him, thinking him incredibly brave though she knew he probably felt anything but.
“Come with me,” she told him softly, a warm glow on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.
Anise began to unbutton her blouse and she looked at him intensely as she removed all of her clothes and lay down on her bed.
Connor’s eyes were wide, a serious expression on his face as he lay down next to her. She kissed him again and he kissed her back, putting his arm around her and his hand on her waist. Her arms wrapped around him but she did nothing more, waiting for him to make the next moves. She wanted him to be able to back out whenever he wanted. His hand slid over her stomach and up to her breasts. He proceeded slowly, touching a little bit more until he cupped her breast in his hand. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face, enjoying the touch and being able to tell he liked doing this with her. He stroked her skin, watching her body and her movements carefully and she ached for him. His hand crept up, sensually enjoying all of her, then back down to explore where he hadn’t yet. He felt around her belly button, her hips and then watched as he slipped hand between her thighs. She noticed he rubbed her thighs, still exploring, only discovering what to do next by her reaction to his touch. Her eyes closed again as he touched her now, letting him feel her and then slowly reaching down and guiding him.
“I want to be naked too,” he told her and she began to take his shirt off while he removed the rest.
She took in his body as he lay next to her and she gripped his sides, guiding him on top of her. She kissed him again, slowly and passionately as their bodies grew closer together. It surprised him, she could tell, to feel them touch. He enjoyed it, rubbing himself against her as he should and she held him, looking into his eyes. Easily and naturally, he slipped inside her and though she felt him tense up, he continued. She rubbed his back lovingly and then rested one hand on his butt. It felt smooth and firm and she squeezed it. She encouraged him with the movements on her hips and he followed her, looking intensely into her eyes. His pleasure exploded and she held him tight to her. She kissed the side of his face and his neck and then his shoulder as she rubbed his skin.
“It’s still hard,” he told her and she smiled.
“That’s okay,” she replied softly.
He pressed himself against her again and she writhed beneath him, gripping him to her.
“Can you do it to me?” he asked her and she laughed quietly.
“Yes. Roll over,” she still smiled at him.
Anise looked him over as she climbed on top of him, taking in the slim but muscular body beneath her. She touched his chest and shoulders and slipped him inside her. He moaned loudly and she closed her eyes to take in every aspect of what was happening. She pressed her hips against his, pushing him deep inside her and the both moaned. He gripped her tightly, slipping his hand down to her waist and then to her butt. She found that he must like her butt because he spent a lot of time rubbing and squeezing it and she smiled. Her pleasure mounted and then only escalated more when she heard that his was too. As her pleasure peaked, he watched her and held her tight. He joined her and she lay on top of him, squeezing his sides with her hands as she nuzzled against his shoulder.
“So you liked it then?” she asked him warmly, out of breath.
“Yes, could it get any better?”
Anise gave him a devilish smile, “We’ll only know if we try.”
