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TITLE: Touch & Go
AUTHOR: Reed (iheartbareed@yahoo.com)
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
TIMELINE: Loosely after "The Zeppo" in Season 3. Meaning Buffy and Angel are together, Wesley has just showed up, Faith has not gone evil. But in my world, Cordelia and Xander are still together (Willow and Xander's kiss in "Lovers Walk" never happened) and obviously Xander didn't sleep with Faith.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks to Pixie for the beta.
SYNOPSIS: The aftermath of a demon encounter causes Angel to lose his soul.
DISTRIBUTION: If you have my stuff, take it. If you want to have my stuff, email me.
FEEDBACK: Yes please. My first NC17 attempt - please be kind.
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Buffy and Angel strolled slowly through the park. It seemed like it was all they did these days was patrol. Going to the Bronze was off limits because dancing led to closeness which led to....badness. Or very goodness. The line between the two was thin. The mansion was out, too, because there was a bed, and a couch, and many other places that could led to sex. Buffy sighed inwardly. Their physical separation was getting harder everyday. She craved him more intensely than anything she had ever felt before. Being next to him and not touching him was torture, but being away from him was worse. So they continued to patrol, Buffy with her arms wrapped around her torso and Angel with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, fighting the urge to touch each other.
"So, anything interesting happen in school today?" Angel asked in a lame attempt to make conversation.
"Not really, I got a new crossbow but Giles wouldn't let me use it because he has to catalog it first."
"Oh. How was your history test?"
"I got a A minus. Thanks for your help."
"Anytime." Angel flashed her his famous lopsided smile that always made her go weak in the knees. However, her mind was taken off her jello-like joints when she spotted a woman walking across the park from them. At first she thought it was Faith due to the leather pants, small black tank showing lots of cleavage, and the long dark hair but on closer inspection, Buffy realized it wasn't her sister Slayer. She nudged Angel and they moved quickly to get a better look.
"She's not a vampire," Angel sensed, "but she's certainly not human."
"Oh, the Hellmouth is just full of surprises," Buffy whispered sarcastically back, her hand finding the dagger hidden near her hip.
"Excuse me, miss, can I help you?" Buffy asked with a take smile, swinging around in front of the mysterious woman. The woman's eyes flashed red and a growl emanated from deep in her chest. With a swift move she lashed out and swiped Buffy aside focusing solely on Angel. The growl continue to grow and Angel started to fight. He threw a punch, but the woman caught his arm and Angel gasped as fire surged through his veins. Buffy sprang back immediately and kicked out, hitting the woman squarely in the chest.
"What are you?" Buffy asked as she executed another roundhouse. The woman just growled again and grabbed Buffy's bare wrist. Liquid heat surged through her body, a feeling like which she'd never experienced. She dropped her fighting stance and spun around wildly, trying to find her boyfriend. She didn't have to look long because he was right behind her. She grabbed him and shoved him roughly against the tree, kissing him with all the desire that has been pent up since her seventeenth birthday. The passion was violent the way it ripped through them.
"She's getting away," Angel managed to get out between kisses.
"I don't care," Buffy told him, rubbing her soft, pliant body against his hard, muscular one. Growling low in his throat, he grabbed her ass, pushing her closer. His tongue ran over her lips as they kissed and she parted them, allowing him entry to her mouth. He gave her his tongue to suck on and she did the same in return.
"I need to feel you," she gasped, pushing his expensive leather coat off his shoulders into the dirt by their feet. Angel moved his hands off Buffy's butt long enough for her to push the coat off, and, as his hands moved, so did his mouth. His lips found the side of her neck and his tongue swept over her jugular, drawing a moan from deep within the Slayer. She could feel the wetness pooling in her center as she whimpered, rubbing herself against Angel's erection. The noises he was eliciting from his lover and the scent of her arousal drew Angel crazy and with vampiric speed, his hands came up and ripped off her tank top and bra. With another burst of speed, he turned and lifted Buffy and pressed her against the tree, hard enough for the bark to cut her back.
"Buffy," Angel near snarled. Buffy reached down and grabbed the end of her ankle-length skirt and yanked it up around her waist so that she could wrap her legs around Angel's hips. She could feel her erection pressing against her hot core and rocked against him, the desperate need ripping through her. She started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, but gave up and just ripped it off him, buttons flying everywhere. Angel ducked his head down to suckle his love's nipples, enticing them into hard buds.
"God, Angel, don't stop," Buffy cried out, arching against him.
"Never, I'll never stop," he ground out, pushing back against her, craving the friction she could provide. Reaching down, she broke the leather of his belt and hastily undid his fly. She pushed his pants down to his knees as one of Angel's strong hands went to support her ass and the other reached between her thighs and tore away the sopping wet crotch of her panties.
"Now, please, Angel, inside me," Buffy begged, not being able to stand the pure lust that coursed through her. Angel didn't need to be told twice. With one thrust, he was home, inside her. Neither had any thought in their lust driven minds as to the curse or the thought of consequences. Angel grasped his lover's hips with bruising strength and thrust hard inside her, trying to get as deep into her wet heat as he possible could.
"Oh, fuck, Buffy, you feel so good," he cried out.
"Angel," she whimpered, her near virgin body overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing. Their mating was carnal, but beautiful as their bodies thrust madly together with preternatural strength. The smell of blood filled Angel's nostrils driving him harder and he realized that Buffy had split open his back with her nails. Her back was faring no better as the bark of the tree scraped against it.
"Angel!" Buffy screamed again as the pleasure began too much and she came hard. The Slayer's inner muscles were just as strong as her outer ones and her orgasm tipped Angel into his own. He roared in primal satisfaction as he shot his seed deep inside her. Spent with the extremes of their passion, the two sweaty bodies slid, still entwined, to the ground. Half-dressed and clinging to each other, they sat on top of Angel's discarded coat and leaned against the tree in the middle of the deserted park. Slowly reality crept into their passion soaked minds.
"Oh God, Angel, your soul," Buffy whispered horrified. "What did we do? Oh God." Angel tried to think rationally, although his mind and heart were falling apart. He could tell that Buffy was in worse shape than he was, so he took charge. After standing up and fastening his pants, he offered Buffy his hand and pulled her half-naked form off the ground. Mutely, Buffy pushed her skirt down from around her waist over the tattered remains of her underwear. She reached for her shirt only to find it shredded. Looking at the pieces of material in her hands, Buffy felt so lost and felt the tears begin to well up.
"I don't have a shirt," she told Angel, her voice sounded ten times smaller than usual.
"It's okay," he told her quietly, wrapping his shirt around her naked form. It was ripped as well but it was so large on her that it didn't matter. He shrugged on his soiled leather coat and began to lead his love out of the park. "We'll go to the mansion. There are chains there. You can call Giles. It'll be alright." His words were meant to reassure himself as much as her. They walked the seemingly endless distance to the mansion quietly until Buffy broke the silence.
"How long?"
"What?"
"How long does it take before the soul losing kicks in?"
"I think it took about a half an hour last time." They entered the mansion solemnly and Angel went to his bedroom. When he emerged wearing a shirt and carrying chains and another shirt. He handed the oversized shirt to Buffy to replace her ripped one and locked the chains into the wall. He handed Buffy the key and she clicked the manacles shut. Knowing that he couldn't break the chains and that Buffy was safe for the time being, Angel tried to think of his next move.
"You should call Giles." Buffy nodded and started to walk out into the courtyard. "Wait, Buffy!" he called out, bringing her back right in front of him. "I need you to promise me. If anything goes wrong..."
"Don't say it." Buffy interrupted, fighting back tears for the umpteenth time that night. "Just please, don't say it." She looked at him for a moment, heartbreak evident in her eyes and then turned and went out to the courtyard. Due to his vampiric senses, he was able to see her silhouette in the dark night and hear her tear-ridden voice as she talked to Giles over her cell phone.
"Giles, it's me. I...Angel and I...we...there was...." She trailed off, completely lost at how to tell her Watcher that because of her own carelessness the monster that had killed his girlfriend and tortured him was going to return. How could she face him? She took a deep breath and just spit it out. "Angel and I lost control and had sex. He's chained up at the mansion and we need to recurse him." Angel could hear the extended silence in which his love anxiously awaited her Watcher's response. Apparently, it hadn't been harsh as Angel has feared because Buffy thanked Giles quietly and hung up her phone. She came back into the room Angel inhabited and met his eyes.
"They'll be here soon."
Part 2
Giles arrived a few minutes later with Wesley and Faith in tow. Buffy met them at the door, eyeing her new, much disliked Watcher, and her sister Slayer, then shooting Giles a look asking why they were there. He gave her a look telling her that he was sorry, but there was nothing he could do to prevent their presence.
"Is Angel...?"
"I'm still me, Giles," Angel told him morosely.
"I contacted Willow at the Bronze. She and the others are stopping by the magic shop to pick up some supplies and they'll be here shortly." Buffy nodded mutely and Giles put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She turned, thanking him with her eyes and he smiled sadly back at her. She could tell he was scared of Angelus's return and disappointed in her lack of control, but he knew that her inner turmoil was worse than his and he was there for her. Buffy's mind wandered away from the heart-wrenching experience she knew was in her future to how she got so lucky as to get Giles as her Watcher. Then the depressing thought that he was no longer her Watcher hit her. She switched her gaze to her new watcher, Mr. I'm-So-Pretentious-With-My-Three-Names-And-My-Unbending-Rules. He looked unbelievably frightened and nervous.
'Wuss' she thought. She also noticed Faith looking antsy. She knew that the other Slayer had a stake hidden somewhere on her person and Buffy unconsciously moved between Faith and Angel, protecting her lover. She glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend. His eyes were downcast and she knew he was just waiting for the pain that signified the release of his soul to come. She wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him but things were too complicated right now and she felt like she had to be strong for her friends and for her Angel. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the Scooby Gang. Oz was carrying a brown paper bag from the magic shop and Willow, next to him, shot Buffy a compassionate look. Xander and Cordelia brought up the rear.
"Is everything okay here?" Willow asked softly.
"For now," Buffy replied sadly, but seeing Willow and the magic supplies she felt a spark of hope.
"We'll just need a few minutes to set up," the redhead told her friend. She went out into the courtyard followed by her werewolf boyfriend and Wesley, who had decided to supervise the ritual. As the trio left the room, Angel let out a gasp and a cry and jerked against his chains, then fell still. Xander, Cordelia, and Giles instinctively stepped back while the two Slayers tensed. Buffy's expression was awash with pain as she realized Angelus had returned.
"B, I'm here if you need me to step in." Faith told her.
"No!" Buffy cried, whirling around from the prone Angel. "Don't go near him. Willow is doing the spell and it'll be okay." A malicious laugh behind her sent a chill throughout her whole body.
"Is that really what you think, lover? That everything will be okay?" Buffy turned slowly to face the demon in her true love's body. "You're still so naive, aren't you Buff? And still bad in bed I see." His words cut through her like a knife and anguish marred her pretty face.
"B..." Faith started again, but Buffy held up her hand stopping her.
"I'm fine, Faith." Buffy stated, gathering emotional and physical strength. She turned back to the chained vampire and made sure to differentiate him from her love. "Angelus, you're not really in a position to be telling me how things are going to turn out. In case you didn't notice, you're chained to the wall and I've got back-up and a stake. And if I recall correctly, I didn't need any of those things last time I sent you to Hell." Angelus smirked.
"Well, if I recall correctly, I wasn't the one you sent to Hell. I believe that was your whiny Soulboy who you sent to centuries of torture." Guilt for her actions suddenly swamped her, feeling like a punch in the stomach. It wasn't fair that he always knew how to hurt her. Looking up at her lover's face, twisted into an evil grin, she summoned physical strength she didn't even know she had and retaliated to his cutting words with a swift, but brutal punch that knocked him unconscious. She turned to face Xander, Cordelia, Faith and Giles and regarded them silently for a moment before stepping away from Angel's chained form.
Starting for the courtyard to check on the progress of the ritual, Cordelia's words stopped her in her tracks.
"Buffy, I don't think knocking him out is going to do the trick. You two are just going to get groiny again and I for one don't want my life to be put in danger. Just stake him and end it already." Without even stopping to think or restrain her Slayer strength, Buffy spun around, hauled off, and slapped Cordelia right across the cheek. The force of the blow sent the brunette flying across the room, crashing into and breaking the table in front of the fireplace. Xander ran to his girlfriend's side as she sat in the rubble with tears in her eyes from the sting of her cheek.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Buffy?" he screamed. "You could have seriously hurt her. And you could have gotten us all killed. Because you couldn't control your fucking urges. I told you from the beginning that being with him was a bad idea, but you never listened. You were too stubborn and now look what you've done. You've put your friends and all the world in danger because you wanted to get some ass." Xander's words came out fast in defense of his girlfriend, but after his tirade ended he realized what he had said. He absorbed the shocked looks of Faith and Giles and waited anxiously for the wrath of the Slayer which he expected to fall upon him at any moment.
Instead, Buffy crumpled visibly. Tears rolling down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking, she sank to the floor. Xander and Cordelia stared in shock at the damage he had caused while Giles and Faith headed towards Buffy. A yell from the previous unconscious Angel stopped them and made them turn around. The pain from the curse brought Angel back into the land of the conscious and he stared around at the chaos in the room. The Watcher and the dark haired Slayer stood frozen and confused in the center of the room, Xander and Cordy were sitting amongst the pieces of his broken table, and his love sat sobbing on the cement floor. He made a move to get to his girlfriend, but was restrained by chains on his wrists and ankles.
"What the...? Buffy?" he called to her, but got no response, so he tried the ex-Watcher. "Giles, what's going on?" The older man came warily a few steps closer to the vampire, but did not answer. With horror, Angel came to a realization. "Oh God, I lost my soul again, didn't I?" The sad look on Giles' face let him know he had deduced correctly. "Giles, let me out," he said softly. Giles hesitated, still unsure if the spell had really worked or if Angelus was just a really good actor. Angel shifted his eyes to the blonde Slayer on the floor and back to the her father figure and begged softly. "Please Giles, she needs me."
Giles saw the pain and remorse in the vampire's eyes and knew it could not be faked. Willow, Wesley, and Oz entered the room just in time to see Giles take the key Buffy had given him on his arrival out of his pocket and unlocked the manacles. In a flash, Angel was on the ground next to Buffy pulling her into his arms.
"Shh, it's okay love. I'm here. It's okay, I'm here," he whispered. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and wept into him.
"Angel, oh God, Angel," she cried. The tears soaked through Angel's shirt as the sobs ripped through her violently.
"Baby, please try to calm down. You'll make yourself sick." He rocked her gently, stroking her hair, trying to be strong for her while at the same time trying to bring back the memories of his short time as Angelus. Slowly, they crept back to him. He was thankful that he hadn't killed or maimed anyone but the words he had said to Buffy were almost as bad.
"I'm so sorry, love," he whispered pressing a kiss against a slightly more calm Buffy's hair.
"No," she hiccuped. "It's all my fault. I'm so sorry, Angel. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry. " she repeated over and over, her words slightly muffled by his body, but he could understand what she was saying.
"No, it's not your fault," he told her forcefully. "It's. Not. Your. Fault."
"Yes, it is," she cried, pulling away from him. "I pushed both times. You wouldn't have if I didn't push. And this time, I knew what would happen but I did it anyway. It's my fault."
"No," he reiterated. "Buffy, it's not your fault. The woman in the park, she was a demon. A succubus, I think." He looked up at Giles when he said those words and understanding shone in the Watcher's eyes.
"What?" Buffy sniffed.
"Succubi are demons who inflict their victims with a fever that drives the victim crazy until they are sexually sated," Giles filled in. "Succubi feed off of the victims' sexual energy, usually killing them after coitus. However, they can inflict the fever on two other people so that they feel the fever for each other. I assume in your case it was to distract you from a fight."
"Yeah, I guess." Buffy stood up, brushing herself off and wiping the tears away from her cheeks. She turned away from Angel and his embrace to all her friends. "I'm really sorry, Cordy. I don't know what came over me. Is your cheek alright?"
"Fine, no thanks to you," she snipped.
"Thanks for helping out guys. You can leave now." Buffy told them.
"Buffy, are you okay?" Angel asked her softly, placing a hand gently on her back. She jerked at his cool touch, spinning around.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to go home and get some sleep," she told him. Then she turned and left. Her friends followed shortly, leaving Angel all alone.
*****
Buffy gazed at her naked form in her full length mirror and red rimmed eyes stared back at her. Her hair hung damp and stringy around her paler than usual face. Her eyes slowly traveled down her body, eyes catching on the bruises on her hips, in exactly the same shape as Angel's hands. Her hands drifted down to cover the purple marks, tracing the shape of them, and she felt the tears begin again. Turning quickly from the mirror, she put on her pajamas and climbed into bed.
Part 3
Buffy entered the library breezily. Black boots came
up to just below her knee, topped by a black skirt and
a pale purple sweater set. Her hair was perfectly
coifed and no one would suspect that the previous
night her whole world had come crashing down and had
yet to be completely rebuilt.
"Buffy," Giles greeted coming out of his office, book
in hand. "How are you this afternoon?"
"Great," she lied, sitting down. "Whatcha reading?"
"I've been researching the succubus that you met up
with last night. Willow ran a computer search for me
this morning and it turns out that last night a body
was found at the motel on West End. A nineteen year
old male who Willow said graduated from here last
year. We need to stop the succubus before she kills
again." The Slayer sighed.
"Sex on the Hellmouth. Never turns out well, does it?
Any special weapons I need? Beheading? Stake
through the heart? What do I have to do to kill
Slutty McDemon?"
"I think a simple beheading will work."
"Great. Is it going to be no muss, no fuss or am I
going to have to deal with a body?"
"She should explode into ash," Giles responded,
consulting his book.
"My fave. I'll hunt tonight."
*****
Buffy had patrolled to no avail and another boy had
turned up dead the next day. He had been a senior at
Sunnydale High and Buffy was not going to let anymore
of her classmates die. So, two days after her
encounter with the succubus, Buffy entered the Bronze,
scanning for the demon woman. The club was extremely
full and Buffy knew it was the best place to find
someone if you were looking for a date. Or someone to
fuck then suck the life out of. Whatever.
The music was pounding as she made her way through the
writhing bodies on the dance floor. However, she was
able to block out the noise and kick her Slayer senses
up a few notches. She climbed to the balcony and once
again searched the crowd. Smiling with predatory
satisfaction, she spotted the succubus. It was simple
due to the crowd of men surrounding her, drawn to her
supernatural powers. Quickly moving down the stairs,
she headed over to where the succubus was dancing, her
mind turning over options of how to lure the demon
away from the crowd. She never needed to pick an
option, though, because the demon chose one of the
many men vying for her attention and began to lead him
out of the club. Buffy caught up with them as they
left the club.
"Jeremy?" She asked, recognizing the succubus's
companion from her history class.
"Oh, hey," he said turning around, "Buffy right?"
"Yeah. Listen, could you go inside for a minute? I
need to talk to her," she said pointing at the demon.
"Uh, sure," Jeremy said and headed inside slightly
confused. As soon as he turned his back, the succubus
made a grab for the Slayer's neck which Buffy quickly
sidestepped. She reached for the long knife tucked
inside her jacket and lunged. The succubus twisted
out of the way just in time, but as they continued to
fight it became clear that the succubus was not
endowed with
ferocious fighting skills. She had enough to get her
by as a demon, but for the most part she used her
thrall. That's why Buffy was easily evading all her
punches and kicks. With one final surge, Buffy
managed to behead the succubus and she exploded into
ash, skintight dress and all.
*****
"Hey, Buffy, wait up!" Willow called. The blonde
stopped in the hallway and waited for her best friend
to catch up. Together they began walking again. "So
how did things go last night? Did you find the
succubus?" Buffy nodded. "So, she's dead now,
right?"
"As a doornail," Buffy replied.
"Great!" The two girls entered the lounge and sat
down. "Listen, I have something I wanna talk to you
about. Ever since Angel came back, I've been working
on translating his curse and finding a way to take the
happiness clause out." Buffy stared at her friend in
shock. "I was almost done when you needed me to curse
him again so I tried to curse him without the clause.
I wasn't completely done with translations and tests
and stuff so I didn't tell you then, but now I'm
almost positive that it worked. Now you and Angel can
be together without having to worry about his soul!"
Willow ended happily. She stared expectantly at her
best friend waiting for the exclamations of joy.
Instead, Buffy's face showed confusion and fear.
"Uh, thanks Wil," she said. "It's really nice that
you'd do that for him, but, uh, I hafta go now." With
that she jumped out of her seat and headed off towards
parts unknown, leaving a confused Willow to stare at
her retreating figure.
Part 4
Buffy sat on a gravestone, absentmindedly tapping her
stake against her thigh and waiting for a newly made
vampire to rise from her grave. As she waited, her
brain shifted through the various thoughts and
emotions Willow's revelation had brought out in her.
These thoughts had been occupying her mind all day
and, still, she hadn't made sense of the clutter. The
happiness clause was gone and finally something she
craved, something that had been denied to her for so
long, was possible. The thought of making love to
Angel thrilled her. But she only wished it was so
simple. She knew that Angel didn't want her. How
could he possibly if she was such a horrible lover?
The thought that he would reject her made Buffy's
heart ache. She shouldn't tell him, she shouldn't
give him the chance to tell her that she wasn't good
enough, that all her fears and insecurities were
founded. But
was that really fair to him? Shouldn't he know the
state of his own soul? Buffy was so wrapped up in her
thoughts that she didn't hear the vampire approach
behind her and she nearly fell off her perch when he
said her name.
"Angel! Jeez, what did I say about sneaking up on
people in graveyards?"
"Hey," he said mock defensively. "I stomped and made
noise. You just didn't notice. What were you
thinking about so intently?"
"Nothing," she replied quickly. Angel let it slide.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked instead. Buffy shook
her head. After a minute of awkward silence, Buffy
began to walk away gesturing for Angel to follow.
"I don't think that guy's rising anytime soon. We
should check some of the other graves." They walked
together to the other side of the graveyard before
either of them spoke.
"So, Willow came by my place today with some
interesting news," Angel announced. Buffy froze,
staring up at him like a deer in headlights.
"Apparently, my soul is permanent."
"Ang..."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He interrupted, not mad or
accusing, just upset.
"Angel, I...I...I can't do this," she turned to flee,
but Angel grabbed her arm.
"Can't do what?" Buffy was flustered and tried to
pull away. "Buffy, talk to me," he commanded, not
releasing her arm.
"I can't hear that you don't want me. I can't.
Please, just leave me alone." Angel was floored. He
let go of her arm.
"Why would I say that I don't want you?"
"Because how could you?" she cried. "How could you
want me if I'm not good in bed?" She looked at him,
her eyes filled with tears. Angel was surprised that
she felt that way. He knew that Angelus had told her
that, but he didn't think she had believed him. After
all he was evil.
"Buffy, that's not true."
"Yes, it is. The only reason you slept with me is
because the succubus got you all fevery."
Hearing the despair and insecurity in her voice, Angel
realized that sometimes he forgot that she was just an
18 year old girl and that she wasn't always as self
assured as she seemed. This particular problem was
very delicate and suddenly he had the brilliant idea
of showing her how he felt instead of just telling
her. Grabbing her, he kissed her hard, pushing his
tongue into her mouth.
Their tongues danced, hot and hungry as Angel slid his
hands over her delicious curves. The kiss was long
and passion filled and when Angel finally pulled away,
Buffy was breathless and a little dizzy. Not giving
her a chance to recover, he slid his hand to her lower
back pressing her forward into him while
simultaneously lifting her leg so her thigh was
resting over his hip.
"Angel!" she gasped, realizing that she could feel his
hardness pressing at the juncture of her thighs.
"Do you feel that, Buffy?" he asked. She nodded, her
mouth dry with lust and unable to speak. "That's what
just kissing you does to me. No one has ever been
able to draw that kind of response from me. I want
you so badly, it hurts. Being around you these past
few months and not being able to be with you has been
torture." His voice changed from husky with lust to a
softer tone. "The only reason I didn't make love to
you before the succubus incident was because of the
curse. Which brings me to another point. True
happiness. You, only you, gave me true happiness.
Twice. And although it wasn't just the sex, that
was a big part of it. You were amazing.
Mind-blowing. Completely incredible."
"Angel," she sighed, pulling him in for a kiss. The
ardor of the kiss increased exponentially and Buffy
felt her moisture begin as Angel rubbed against her.
He lifted her and reflexively she wrapped her legs
around his waist, enabling her to feel him even
closer. He quickly walked a few steps so that he
could press her against the wall of the mausoleum.
Theirs gasps of pleasure echoed through the graveyard
as hands petted and lips nipped, kissed, and sucked.
Buffy was writhing in Angel's arms and he pressed her
closer to the wall, wanting to be inside her
desperately. Instead, he just kissed her harder
trying to devour her. She kissed him back with just
as much passion, grounding her hips against his,
ravenous for him.
"Please, Angel," she gasped. She reached for the
buttons of his shirt, but he stepped away and she
frowned at the loss of him as he set her down.
"Not here," he told her grabbing her hand and they ran
off to the mansion.
Part 5
"Harder, oh God, Angel, please, deeper," Buffy moaned
as he thrust inside her. She didn't think it was
possible for her to want him anymore than she had when
her desire had been supernaturally increased by the
succubus. But somehow her natural passion for him
went just as far if not farther. He had made her come
two times already but still he hadn't sated her need.
She
just thanked God for vampire and Slayer stamina.
Hearing her plea, Angel bent his lover's legs and
tilted her hips, slamming into her with more force.
They both groaned loudly as he slid impossibly deep
into her hot core. Rocking furiously against each
other, they worked towards climax. The growls
emanating from Angel's chest vibrated through Buffy's
body increasing her pleasure causing her to cry out.
Angel's head swooped down, crushing her lips to his
and swallowing her moans. Feeling himself getting
close to the edge, he slid his hand down to the
sensitive bud between her thighs. He applied just the
right amount of pressure to send the girl beneath him
flying
headfirst into the abyss. The fluttering of her inner
muscles, clenching rhythmically around his cock,
brought Angel right along with her. They continue
moving for a few intense moments before Angel
collapsed onto the bed. Buffy whimpered at the loss
of him as he withdrew from her, but quickly settled
against his chest exhausted.
"Hey, Buffy," Angel said softly, causing his resting
girlfriend to tilt her head upwards. He swept his
lips over hers. "I love you."
"I love you too."
*****
Buffy was dreaming. In her dream, Angel was in bed
besides her, preparing to make love to her. His hands
gently caressing, lips grazing her skin. Her
dreamself was enjoying it immensely, but part of her
knew it was bittersweet because when she woke up he
wouldn't be there. As his lips traveled down over the
slight curve of her stomach, she moaned softly.
Finally, his mouth
reached its destination, she fully cried out. The
intensity of the pleasure as his lips closed over her
clit jolted her from sleep.
Now awake, she still found the pleasure swamping over
her. The events of the previous night came rushing
back and she realized that having Angel between her
thighs, gently making love to her with his tongue, was
not a dream. Angel pulled back from her, realizing
she was awake, and grinned up at her.
"Morning, beautiful." Using her Slayer strength,
Buffy grabbed his arm and pulled him level with her.
She kissed him fiercely, faintly tasting herself on
his tongue but not caring. She kissed him, hungry and
desperate, until Angel pulled away so that she could
breathe.
"What was that for?" he asked, feeling a little
breathless himself although he had no need to breathe.
"I thought it was a dream," she told him, feeling a
little choked up as emotion overwhelmed her. "But
then I woke up and you were still here." Angel pulled
her to him.
"I'm always going to be here, from now 'til forever."
He kissed her softly, but Buffy quickly turned it
passionate, still aroused from his earlier
ministrations. Knowing what she wanted and wanting it
himself, he rolled them so she was on her back and he
was looming over her. He pried his lips from hers so
that he could met her eyes as he slid into her, making
the moment that much more intimate. A feeling of
completeness and homecoming overwhelmed them both as
he held still inside her, letting her body become
accustommed to his size. Finally, he became to move
in long, slow strokes. The previous night had been a
frenzy of bottled-up desire becoming uncorked, but now
he wanted to really make love to her, to worship her
the way she should be worshipped. Buffy was content
with his gentleness. Even though she was the Slayer
and built with a resilient body, she was unaccustomed
to the vigorous lovemaking of the night before and she
was a little sore.
However, all thoughts of soreness flew from her head
as Angel's tongue laved her right nipple. She gave a
throaty moan and her vampiric lover growled in return
sending vibrations into her. Their hips picked up
paced as Angel switched his attentions to her left
nipple. Buffy brought her legs up to wrap around his
waist and the change in position caused Angel's next
thrust to hit all the right spots.
"Aaaanngeeel," she mewled, thrusting her hips harder.
Hearing her call his name sent Angel closer to the
edge. He moved his lips from her breast to the side
of her neck and sucked hard. The simulation of
feeding from her brought Angel's climax and he thrust
deep, coming hard. Before her 17th birthday, Buffy
had done some research on vampire sex and knew that it
was usually involved bloodplay. Although the Slayer
in her was glad that Angel didn't indulge in biting
her, a very primal part of her wished he would sink
his fangs into her so that she would be claimed by
both his fangs and his manhood. Instead, just the
imitation of the act she desired was enough to send
her into a mindblowing orgasm.
Slowly, they came down together from the incredible
height and cuddled beneath the settling sheets. The
thought that she had school today passed into Buffy's
head, but was gone as quickly as it came. Absolutely
nothing was getting her out of bed today.
"I'm going to take a shower," Angel told her, heading
for the bathroom. After a few steps, he turned and
looked at her. "Coming?"
Well, maybe something would get her out of bed.
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