Renewal by Zo

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All character belong to Joss. Neither myself, nor the owners of this site received any compensation for this story.
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Spoilers: Set in Season Six, starts after Flooded.
Author's Notes: This fiction was written for Gia's Kink Ficathon for Diane (egyptian_pixie).
Pairing: Buffy/Angel

Summary: The unseen meeting between the lovers.

Her foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, reaching a top speed of 80 miles per hour. She was frantic to reach the beach, to reach her savior. Every so often her hands would come off the steering wheel to scratch at her relentlessly itching skin, making the car swerve. To a cop on the side of the road she looked like a drunk driver. But for her it was a race to win back her sanity.

Her mind was a muddled mess, she couldn't think clearly and she had no idea what the hell she was doing since she was 'rescued'. She was in a living hell and she saw no light at the end of the tunnel. The only reward for breathing once again was about ten minutes away from her and she couldn't get there fast enough.

The sleek black car raced down the highway with no thought to other drivers or his own safety. The only thought in his head and entire being was his Soul Mate. Their quick and urgent phone call played over and over in his mind. She had sounded so lost, so alone and troubled, that his dead heart died again.

He still couldn't believe that she was back. And he didn't think his mind would totally comprehend it until she was in front of him, and he could touch and smell her.

When Cordelia came running into the room and told him that she was alive, he hadn't believed it. But the Demon had roared at him that he knew. But he just assumed that the demon, like him, was in pain that she wasn't there anymore.

He had become accustomed to the desolate empty feeling that took over his soul when she left this plane. So he hadn't even noticed how just two days before Willow's call, the emptiness had disappeared and was replaced with a warm humming sensation. He had been in overdrive trying to keep going, trying to save souls that he wasn't even aware that her soul had returned.

But the demon had noticed and he had raged at him that she was alive, in pain and that she needed them, but he had ignored the insane ramblings. Believing it was just the demon's refusal to believe that his mate was dead.

But hearing her voice on the phone only confirmed what the Demon had yelled at him, and now he was frantic to get to her, his soul mate.

Shutting off the engine she opened the door and got out. She took only two steps before she saw him. Tears fell silently from her eyes as she ran to him at full speed.

He turned around when he heard the sound of a car door slamming, just in time to catch her as she reached him and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her slim body close to his.

"Angel…Angel…Angel..." Her hitched voice sung to him. She was the only person in the world that spoke his name like it was a sacred hymn. He closed his eyes as he ran his hands up and down her back breathing in her scent, reveling in the pure essence that was Buffy Summers. His soul sang and the demon growled hungrily, it had been far too long since he was able to touch her.

He pulled back and took her beloved face in his hands, cradling it tenderly and wiping away the tears that glistened on her cheeks. "Oh God Buffy…is it really you? Are you really here?" His eyes roamed over her delicate features soaking them in, memorizing them all over again in his mind.

She hiccupped and a fresh wave of tears fell as she gazed into his glassy eyes. "It's me! Oh God Angel…it hurts, it hurts so much! Please make it stop…please!" She pleaded with him and all he could do was pull her face to his and litter it with kisses.

"God I can't believe it! He said you were alive but I didn't believe him…" he said between kisses.

Buffy had no idea what he was talking about and she didn't care. "Please Angel I can't go back there anymore…it's too hard, too cold…please help me." Her body shook with the raw emotions that were running through her and her tearful pleas tore at his soul that cried right along with her.

With their connection her soul affected his soul. It was always like that with them and he prayed to God that it would always be. Because the numbness of not having that connection was worse, it changed him; he was different when she was gone. Now he felt renewed, energized, strong, and he would make sure that she would never go away again, never leave him to wander aimlessly on this earth again, alone.

He sat down in the sand with her still wrapped tightly around his waist. She held him in a vise grip and she showed no signs of releasing him. If he were human he would probably be gasping for air but the strong grip she had on his waist felt like heaven to him.

They were eye to eye now and he could hear her erratic heartbeat she was so tightly wound up, like she was on speed and he urgently wanted to calm her. His hands gently petted her head and face. He removed the tight rubber band that was holding her beautiful hair back so haphazardly, and let his fingers massage her head. "Shhh baby its okay, take a deep breath and relax."

She shook her head. She had so much she wanted to tell him. He was the only one she could talk too, the only who understand how it had felt to crawl out of your own grave. Except Spike, he understood, but Spike wasn't her souls match, Spike had tried to comfort her but it wasn't enough. She needed Angel and she needed to make him understand that. "No you don't understand I can't go back…I just can't…I…"

"BUFFY!" He yelled at her to get her attention and she responded naturally to his dominant voice, as her eyes flew to his waiting for his next command.

"I want you to look at me, okay, look at me and take a deep breath." He watched as she inhaled deeply and then released it. "Again." She did it again and he heard her heartbeat slow. He smiled at her and touched her face, "Good. Now tell me what happened…slowly."

"I…I…I was dead Angel. I was dead and I was happy, and then I was ripped out of there, and now everything is too loud, too hard and cold." She shivered, "And I…I…just can't do it anymore Angel, please it's too hard…I don't know what I'm doing…"

She became crazed again, grabbing his lapels on his jacket; her eyes became wild as she pulled him closer to her. "I don't want to do it anymore Angel, I can't…please make it end…bite me…drain me dry…please…I don't care anymore…I don't want to live like this anymore! I can't do it…it's too much…I can't to it on my own…I need you…please, please!!!"

"Shhh baby, calm down, breath…" The demon roared his approval at her words, but the Soul was shaken even more, because she spoke the demons darkest desire and the souls most fevered nightmare. He had no control to his body's reaction to her words, as he felt himself get hard with just the idea. The erotic images of biting her and making her truly his for eternity turned him and the demon on, and he swallowed hard.

At the same time it also turned his stomach upside down, to condemn his light to the darkness for eternity was wrong or was it? She was pleading with him to do the unthinkable and he was actually considering it. He must be losing his mind. No, it was up to him to keep it together, to be strong because it was quite clear she was crazed and had no idea what she was talking about.

She was looking around wildly mumbling to herself about too hard and too cold, leaking pipes and no money.

"Buffy! BUFFY!!" he snapped at her and once again she was focused on his face. She smiled at him "My Angel…" her hand lifted and she petted his head "…my savior." She had a glazed look in her eye that he had seen many times in Dru and it worried him to no end that he saw it in her green orbs.

"Yes Angel." She was reminded of the last time they had seen each other, at her mother's funeral. How lost and scared she was, and how that all just disappeared in the arms of her soul mate. How his strength and words of advice just made everything seem all right. He had given her the strength to do what she had to do and her fragile mind clung to the hope that he would do that for her now.

"Were you in a hell dimension?" That's what Willow had told him and he didn't believe her, there was no way that someone as good as Buffy would end up in a hell dimension. If he'd had of the slightest reason to believe that, he'd have found a way himself to bring her back. So he knew the answer even before she spoke.

"No…I…I think I was in Heaven Angel. It was so beautiful, so comforting, there was only light and peace surrounding me." Her eyes lit up, "I saw my Mom, she loves me, you know?"

Her smiled faded, "But then it was gone, it felt like dying all over again. When I opened my eyes, it was dark I couldn't see anything, my lungs hurt, I couldn't breath. I was trapped I couldn't get out…couldn't get out." She said lifting her hands up for his inspection.

He frowned taking in the healing scars on her delicate hands. As his demon roared his anger, Angel found himself in agreement with him. He knew what those scars meant. How could they do this to her? How could they leave her to claw her way out of her own coffin?

"Shhh Buffy it's okay." He kissed her hands reverently; each scrape and scar received the lavish attention of his lips and mouth. She leaned closer to him and rested her forehead against his shoulder, lovingly watching him taking care of her, like he always did.

"I knew you would take care of me Angel, I knew...I love you so much, please don't leave me again? Don't send me back there; take me home with you please?"

He was a shattered man listening to her pleas and knowing how he had to answer her.

"Buffy I can't do that, you know that…nothing's changed, the curse…is still an issue…" Looking into her eyes feeling her lithe body pressed into his, her heat pressed against his hardness, he knew that the curse was definitely still an issue. He knew that if he took her, he would be lost forever and ultimately so would she.

"No I don't care! I need to be with you. I don't care anymore about the curse, just drain me now and then we can be together forever…don't you see Angel we could finally be together." She whined she didn't want to give up the one good reason for being back. And if that meant sacrificing her life, she would do it. She would do anything to keep him by her side.

He was filled with such sadness that she had come to this point. That she felt so lost that she would give up the gift of life. "Buffy, you don't mean that. You're just upset and I understand why you're upset but you have to get it together baby, death isn't the way. We both have responsibilities you know that..."

She shook her, "No I don't want them anymore Angel. I can't do it myself…I can't, I need you…there's nothing left inside of me…there's no reason to fight if I don't have you!"

She was babbling nonsense and he was starting to get mad. He shook her delicate shoulders. "Stop that! You do have me; you'll always have me…never, ever say that!" His voice softened, I'm always with you baby…" he raised his hand and placed it over her heart, "…in here, in your soul, always."

The tears fell rapidly, a cascade of her pain and loneliness. She knew that he was right but it was not what she wanted to hear. He held her tightly to him cooing to her, speaking in hushed tones of how much he loved her and would always be with her. After a few moments she quieted and looked at him.

He smiled at her "Yes you do. You go back, you do your duty and you hold onto your friends and your family. Let them give you their strength."

He reached for her face bringing her sad eyes back to his. "And you call me, every night. You call me whenever you need me, okay?"

She smiled at him, her eyes now clear and calm. He sensed an inner peace inside of her and he smiled back at her. She lowered her mouth to this and tenderly kissed him. He tasted so cool and so hot at the same time she just wanted to lose herself in him.

Inside he was yelling at himself to resist her, she was too needy right now; it would be too easy to slip up. But it was so hard to not give in. She felt so good and he had missed her so much. He remembered at her mom's funeral they had given each other physical comfort and were able to walk away. Why would tonight be any different, he could do it. Besides the need was too great in him as well and honestly he didn't want to resist anymore either. He needed her as much as she needed him.

She slid her mouth back and forth over his, running her tongue on the edge of his lip. "Angel, I…" Her hands traveled over his strong muscled chest and she slowly massaged him with her palm. She knew she shouldn't do what she most definitely was going to do, but her soul cried out for its mate, her body yearned for his, and she could not resist her inner callings.

She lowered her voice and spoke huskily to him. "I want you Angel…so much; please can't we just…touch each other…give each other pleasure, like we used to do?" Her green eyes stared hotly into his. She let her tongue come out and slowly lick her lips as she ground against his hard cock making him moan, "Buffy," he said.

"Please I just need to forget for awhile." She moved to his neck and sucked on him hungrily. "Please Angel…" She blew in his ear, "Just let me touch you, let me give you pleasure…it's been so long, I want so bad to taste you…please?" She nipped his ear playfully then ran her tongue over it to cool the sting.

"Buffy..." He closed his eyes reveling in her touch, in her body, in her words that were so hot, so forward and so much what he wanted.

She slid her hand between them and down to the zipper on his jeans. She ran her hand over the bulge and lightly squeezed him. "Ahhh Buffy." She smiled at his response and lowered the zipper, slipping her hand inside; she pulled his hard shaft out.

"Oh God." His eyes closed to the pleasure her hand created as she started to work him. She looked down at him and licked her lips. She moved herself so she was sitting on his knees then lowered her head.

She licked the top of his head and lapped up the precum that had settled there, screaming for her attention. "mmmm…you taste so good baby." Then she quickly took his entire length in her mouth. She started with slow, smooth sucking, up and down his shaft, licking the tip as she reached the top.

Then she went back down, sucking hard and scraping her teeth on the sensitive skin making him jump. His hands were in hair gripping her head, helping her bob up and down, stroking her ears and face. The intense throbbing in her pants made her shift her position, trying to relieve herself of the pressure that was building in her core.

He saw her fidget, smelled her heightened desire and wanted to appease her. "Buffy…stop." He softly said.

"Buffy! He grabbed her hair yanking on it and she looked up, "Trust me." She released him with a wet pop and sat up. "Turn around." He said gruffly.

She turned around on her hands and knees facing away from him and he quickly lifted her skirt up over her hips and massaged her tense thighs. "Mmmm God Angel that feels so good…" He smiled at her then slowly inched her panties down her legs. Lifting her leg up he pulled them all the way off so she was bare in front of him.

His finger trailed down the crack of her ass and she sighed at his touch. Taking her by the hips he moved her backwards and lowered her to his mouth. "This will feel even better baby…" He licked her from the top of her clit to her wet opening then thrust his tongue inside of her.

"Ahh…" She crooned. This was what she was missing; him, his tender loving touches. Even if he was rough with her, which had been in the past, it still felt like gently caresses. Because she knew that the love he had for her was at the center of everything. She knew that it was his love for that sent his desires into the most basic of needs. She sighed, that was true passion.

Opening her eyes she saw his hard length positioned in front of her and she smiled. She had many fond memories of this position. Many delicious memories of them giving and taking pleasure with each other, the only way that was allowed. She grabbed him with one hand and positioned him at her mouth. Slowly she lowered her head and sucked on him softly.

He purred his approval and continued to lick every inch of her. His tongue lightly tapped her clit and her heart beat speed up as her mouth started to suck harder. Taking two fingers he circled her opening spreading her juices around then pushed them inside of her.

He guessed that she liked that because she released his cock and moaned gutturally into the night. Then frantically took him back inside the recesses of her warm wet mouth. Stroking him with her tongue sucking on his head, her hand moved up and down, and her fingers tickled his balls every chance she got.

There was always guilt when they were intimate, for both of them, but it also brought pleasure and some small measure of relief. It didn't compete with the feeling of him inside of her, but it was something and she was thankful for any small measure of touch that she received from him.

Angel, for once, wasn't feeling guilty at all. Instead all he could think about was how good it was and how incredible she tasted. He gently grabbed her clit with his teeth and pulled, taping it fast and hard with his tongue at the same time as his fingers continued their relentless pumping. The only sound she made was a loud moan as her body convulsed filling his mouth with her creamy cum as she relaxed her throat and deep throated him.

He growled, his body jerking along with hers as he came spurting his seed down her throat, and Buffy eagerly drank what he gave her.

He opened his eyes, her butt was still up in the air and her head was lying on his thigh, her fingers slowly stroking him; she looked content. He rubbed his face against her cheek then kissed it. He was sated for now, but with her butt in his face like this he couldn't stop his mind from imagining what it would feel like to slip inside of her, where she was still a virgin. He got excited again just thinking about it, it would be like taking her again for the first time, he growled, bad thoughts.

Buffy rolled over and dropped on her back staring up at the glittering sky. So perfect, she thought always so perfect with him, Why was she always denied the one thing that she wanted most in this world? It was so unfair.

He sat up and leaned over, softly kissing her lips. She looked at him a full smile on her face. "God I've missed being able to do that." She smirked at him, and her words just made his cock twitch. "I've missed you doing that." He pulled her closer and kissed her. Attacking her mouth savagely, tasting every warm crevice of her hot mouth.

He had to stop. Stop now or things would definitely get out of control. He kissed her one last time than sat up away from her. She frowned but she understood.

They got dressed and then cuddled together looking out over the ocean, listening to the waves lap at the sand. As she sat there leaning against him in the aftermath of what was truly her saving grace, the prospect of what lay before her back home hit her like a brick and brought back her insecurities. "I'm afraid Angel. What if I can't do it?"

He kissed her head and pulled her tighter "You can and you will. You're the strongest person I know Buffy. There's nothing that you can't get through."

She craned her neck to look at him "That confident about my abilities ah?" He smiled and tweaked her nose. "Buffy you're my hero don't you know that?"

Her hand came up to caress his cheek, "And you're mine…always." His hand rested on hers as they stared into each other's eyes speaking all the unspoken words that they each felt. He lifted her hand to his mouth kissing her palm.

"Just remember, call me every night, rely on your friends, they'll help you. And if they don't you tell me and I'll come as fast as I can, and make them see things my way." He said it so nonchalantly but it was a subtle threat to her friends on her behalf, and she just fell more in love with him then she was already.

Over the next couple of weeks things just seemed to get worse for Buffy. She felt like she was in a continuous downward spiral of numbness and pain. She never told her friends that they had pulled her out of heaven. She didn't know why she felt the need to protect their feelings, but she did, so she just thanked them for saving her from a hell dimension, and kept her misery to herself.

Spike knew. She told him, and she felt a little guilty that she had actually told him before Angel. But she couldn't help that Spike was there, and Angel she didn't see until a few days later.

Angel, she smiled. Her hero. Every night she would come home more beaten down than the previous day, feeling nothing but the need to end it all. But then she would hear his voice telling her that it would be okay. That she was strong and that she would find her way back.

She didn't always believe him. Most of the time she didn't think that she could ever go back to being the Buffy she once was. But he always sounded so sure; he had such confidence in her that it gave her the confidence to get up every day and try again.

But today, today had been extra hard. Today she had been on cloud nine, at least for her it was. Today she and the gang had been under a spell that Willow had cast and they had all forgotten who they were. Buffy, for the first time since she had been called, had actually felt like a normal girl.

But then her cloud dissipated, the spell was broken and everything came rushing back like a tidal wave; a tidal wave that threatened to drown her into oblivion. Everything that had happened to her since her calling was replayed in fast motion; like a ten second light show at full speed, and she felt like she was going to throw up.

She had laid on the ground, her head pounding with the images that came back to her. She heard Spike's voice calling her name, heard the concern in his tone. And she felt the beating that she was getting from the demons that had attacked them. She didn't move, she let her body relax and took their beating, maybe if she was lucky they would finish the job.

But Spike, her knight in shining armor of late, came to her rescue. She knew why he did it; he had been honest from the beginning of what he wanted from her. She hated to admit it but the temptation was there to lose herself in him, if only for a little while. Up until this point she had been able to resist the pull because she knew it would be wrong. She knew the attraction to him was only the physical release that he offered. She didn't love him, most of the time she didn't even like him.

So why she found her self now making out with him in the shadows of the Bronze she had no idea. She felt small stirrings of desire in her body. Felt the beginnings of passion build up. But it felt wrong; it felt empty, only her body would receive pleasure from this act. Not the part of her that needed comfort the most; her mind, her heart, her soul.

She pushed him away; he looked at her questioning her with his eyes as to why she stopped. She didn't say anything she just shook her head no, turned and walked away. Spike stood there staring at her retreating figure. He knew it was too good to be true. He had just hoped that she would be so consumed by her misery that she would consent regardless. He scowled as he made his way to the bar and ordered a beer. It was the Pouf. He would always be the one for her. Hadn't he himself told them that same thing? He took a swig of his beer oh well he tried.

Getting home, Buffy closed the door quietly and leaned against it. She closed her eyes and savored the peace and serenity that settled in the house. It was strange to have the whole house to herself, Dawn was staying at a friend's house, and she didn't know where Willow and Tara were. She figured they were either together talking or separate and sulking. She sighed; nothing that she could do about it, Willow had brought it upon herself.

Straightening away from the door she walked up to her room shut the door and lay on the bed. She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. One…two…three…four…five…six rings, no one answered. She frowned and hung up the phone.

She was tense. Her body was tense; she needed some sort of release, something to help her take the edge off. Her mind automatically went in to Angel-mode, thinking of nothing but him, and how he made her feel. She sighed into her pillow as she felt stirrings of desire in her body.

She stood up and got undressed except for her bra and panties. She lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. God she missed him. The phone calls were wonderful but she missed the physical closeness. It was extremely hard to talk to him every night, and listen to his deep hypnotic voice as it worked up her weary body with a deep sexual tension.

She remembered how desperate she was the night they met. How she had pleaded with him to drain her. She felt no shame in it, but she was glad that he had the strength to send her home when she didn't have the strength to walk away because she had been so fragile she would have gladly given into the demon.

She closed her eyes and let her body and mind relax. Breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly, like the way he had taught her. She opened her mind and soul to release the tension that was in her body. After a few minutes she got frustrated, it just wasn't working. Her mind wouldn't let her think about anything but him, and when her mind was this persistent it made her body hot and tense.

She opened her eyes "arrghhh" she was beyond frustrated. There was so much sexual tension in her limbs that she felt like a rubber band ready to snap. She was left, as usual, with no recourse but to pleasure herself. Something that she had been doing a lot lately, after every phone call with him she had to otherwise she couldn't sleep.

She leaned down and took out a bag that was under her bed. She placed it on the bed and started to rummage through it. She pulled out a blood red dildo and smiled, she had bought it because it reminded her of Angel, it was his favorite color besides black, and it was pretty close to him in size and thickness. The only thing it was lacking was his coldness but she had found away around that.

Next she took out her nipple clamps. She had no idea what possessed her to buy these but she was very glad she did. The first time she had used them on herself she felt such blinding pleasure that she came so hard and loud that Willow had rushed into the room thinking that Buffy was in danger. She had almost gotten caught, which only excited her more. Now she used them all the time when she pleasured herself, it was a good substitute for his mouth.

She got up and went in to the bathroom, coming back into her room with a bowl of ice cold water. She locked the door and returned to the bed. Putting the bowl on the table she dropped the vibrator into and sat back.

With her hand on her stomach she thought about him, how hard and strong his body was. How it felt to be pressed against his coldness, a complete contrast from the heat that emanated from her body, but how it still felt so good.

She thought about that night on the beach and how he had tasted in her mouth. She moaned as her hand wandered up to her breasts squeezing it lightly. She loved to take him in her mouth, loved to feel his smooth hard length sliding in between her lips. And she loved the way his cum tasted sliding down her throat. It made her feel like she always carried a piece of him inside of her, it made her feel closer to him.

The thought of it made her even wetter and she slipped her hands down to her satin panties. She spread her legs and touched herself over the satin moving her finger up and down, moaning as she did.

The deep hungry growl that came from the corner of the room startled her. She sat up quickly looking around the room, her eyes drawn to the dark figure sitting in the chair. Her nipples became erect and her pulse quickened as her body responded to the sound of its mate. "Angel?" Her voice was like honey, smooth and deep.

"Don't stop." He growled out. She peered through the darkness unable to see him but she sensed his hungry gaze, she heard the tension in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

He was mesmerized by what he walked in on. He didn't think he had ever been hungrier for her then he was at this moment. He had always wondered if she pleasured herself thinking about him, the way he pleasured himself thinking about her. He had always fantasized about watching her do it, but he never had the balls to ask her, thinking that she might be offended.

But when he climbed up the tree and looked inside her window and saw her lying there touching herself, he was so surprised that he almost lost his balance and fell off the roof. He had regained his senses enough to quietly step inside and sit in the chair to watch the show without her even noticing him. But the smell of her excitement and watching her fingers move was too much and he couldn't contain the animalistic growl that erupted from his lips.

His eyes were riveted to the growing wet spot on her panties. It took all his will power to speak the words that were hard to form in his mind. "I came to see you lover. And it looks like my timing was perfect." His eyes never once left their spot on her panties, and he watched, as the spot seemed to get bigger.

Buffy's heart was racing and she was breathless as she spoke. "I was thinking about you."

Her hand came up to her nipple and slowly circled it while she stared at his shadowed figure. "Yes."

She shook her head up and down, her hair cascading around her shoulders as she did. He swallowed, God she looked so sexy, and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep from jumping on her.

"When I feel lonely and lost it, makes me feel…closer to you." She spoke softly and honestly, unashamed of what she said.

His eyes briefly scanned the contents in the room and took note of the clamps and the dildo sitting in what appeared to be a bowl of cold water, he smirked, and he was almost overcome by the lust that shot through his veins at the sight.

Buffy felt a rush of pure desire shoot through her at his words. Her body heated up instantly at the thrill of what he asked her to do. She wasn't embarrassed; this was her soul mate, the love of her life. She would do anything to please him.

She sat on the bed with her feet underneath her. She slowly spread her knees further apart and moved her finger up and down her panties. "Tell me what you want?" She spoke huskily and obediently, totally ready to give him complete control of the situation.

But he wasn't playing this game that way. He lowered his voice and spoke strong and commanding, knowing that she would respond to his demands. "No you tell me."

She cocked her head to the side perplexed at his command. His fingers dug even deeper into the chair, because she looked like an innocent little nymph, which was a complete farce, because she was no way innocent. But the look was utterly appealing on her and it spoke to his domineering side.

"I want you to pleasure yourself while I watch, and you will tell me everything that you do, how you do it, and why do it. Do you understand?" He spoke softly but she understood what he wanted.

She smiled at him sexily, moving her finger along her wet cleft. Her other hand went around her back and released her bra. She slid it down her arms slowly, leaning over letting her breasts fall down and sway with their swollen heaviness. She moaned as the cool air touched her nipples making them ache even more.

She picked up the clamps and held them up to his gaze, dangling them, teasing him. "I use these, a lot…" her voice was soft and deep, enticing, "…they remind me of your mouth sucking on my breasts. The pressure feels so good that sometimes I orgasm just from them alone." She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

She raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them making them wet with her salvia then touched her nipples, rolling them around getting them harder. She took one clamp and placed it on her nipple locking it into place. Her head rolled back as the pain of the clamp on her hard nipple rippled through her body giving her intense pleasure. "Yesssss." She hissed as her hips arched up in the air on their own accord.

She was still for a moment as she was hit with a wave of dizziness from the intense pressure that the clamp created on her nipple. She breathed in heavily absorbing the slight pain and letting her body become accustomed to it. Then she picked up the other one and carefully clamped it into place on her other nipple. She hissed again and once more had to wait a second until she could move.

Her eyes glazed over with passion as she peered into the darkness of the room, trying to see him. But she couldn't he was totally encased in the shadows. So she leaned forward on her hands and knees trying to see his handsome face. But she couldn't no matter which way she angled her head his face always remained in the shadows; it was like they moved just for him. Very slowly she started to sway back and forth. The tiny balls of silver that hung down the clamps swung back and forth like a pendulum, pulling her nipples down with their weight, making her moan even louder.

Angel was spellbound as he watched her. She was on her hands and knees swaying her body, pushing back into the imaginary lover that was behind her. She was moaning loudly thrashing her head back and forth, totally involved with what she was doing and completely unaware of how incredibly erotic she looked.

There was a loud snap as the arm of the chair cracked under the pressure from his hands, and a wood splinter imbedded itself in his palm. But he was oblivious to the slight sting in his palm and more aware of the tight hard ache in his pants. He unzipped his jeans, took his cock out and started to slowly stroke himself.

She looked up at the snap and saw the glistening head of his cock, she saw his hand moving up and down his shaft and she licked her lips. She jumped lightly on the bed making the silver balls jump up and then down with a sharp tug, causing her to orgasm immediately, "Angellll…ohhhh…!"

He growled as her scent filled his nostrils making his hand quicken its pace; stroking, harder and longer and faster.

The waves receded and she sat back hissing as the clamps now became painful on her sensitive nipples. Very gently she removed them one by one inhaling sharply as the pressure was released and the blood pumped back into them. She wet her fingers again and rolled them over her nipples, soothing the pain.

Lying back down on the bed she looked at him with pleading eyes, "I can do that for you baby."

His voice was gruff when he spoke, "Later…finish." He couldn't say anything else; in fact he was amazed that he got that much out. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. But the smell of her hot creamy cum filled his nostrils and he knew that it was no dream and he wanted more. He had yet to tell her the reason why he was here and he knew once the words came out of his mouth, that the game would end. And he didn't want it to end.

She smiled at him lifting her hips off the bed she rolled her panties down throwing them carelessly on the floor. Then she placed her feet on the bed and ran her hands up her legs spreading them wider. "Can you see?"

He grunted as his hand sped up its pace once again. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold out. He knew he would be better off cumming once first, that way when he finally did get inside of her he could fuck her long and hard.

Her fingers moved in between her legs, "I like to tap on it like this…" and she tapped her index finger on her throbbing clit making her moan, "…it reminds me of your tongue." Then she pressed on it moving side to side, her body convulsed and he could see her juices seeping out and making the mattress wet. "God Angel it feels so good."

With one hand she spread her lips wide as her other hand ran a finger down her opening, spreading her juices all over, soaking her finger. She lifted it to her lips and eagerly sucked her juices off, staring at into his shadow. "Mmmm…it's like when you kiss me after I've cum in your mouth…and I can taste myself on your lips. Mmmmm…it gets me so hot…so wet." Her finger went back to her pussy pushing inside as her body arched up. She withdrew them and held them up for his view, her white cum dripped down her fingers and he watched has it trickled down her hand.

His mouth watered knowing her words were true and he finally let go. He grunted loudly as his hips rose off the chair and he came, his seed seeping out and over his hand. Buffy licked her lips as she watched him cum. She wanted to wrap her mouth around him and drink it all up, and she wasn't above begging. "I can clean that up for you Angel…please…" she pouted.

He had his eyes closed enjoying the rippling orgasm that rocked his body. But her words and the pretty little pout that he knew was on her lips had the desired effect, and before he even took his hand off his dick he felt it grow hard again. Mentally he was on edge; she was going to kill him.

Slowly he opened his eyes she was still laying there innocently as her fingers continued to play with her pussy. "Later…finish." Again no words came to mind, other than those.

She nodded even though the pout remained on her serene face. She leaned over and took the dildo out of the bowl. She lifted it up and ran her tongue over the tip, licking up the tiny droplets of water that were on it. "I like to let it sit in the water first, so it gets cold." She ran it down her chest and circled her nipple with it. "Just like you baby…big…long…and cold."

He gulped and reluctantly took his hand off of his fully erect cock. He didn't want to cum again, not until he was inside of her and he had a suspicion that that wasn't too far down the road.

She slid the dildo down her stomach and to her vagina where she positioned it at her entrance and slowly pushed it inside. "Ohhhh…Angel…" Her eyes were closed and behind her lids it wasn't plastic that was entering her, it was Angel, slowly pushing his hardness in to her tight heat, filling her.

"God…baby I want you so much… so much…" She pushed further totally embedding it inside of her. Her hips rose off the bed meeting the imagined thrust of her lover. She rolled her hips down and gasped as the tip of the vibrator hit her womb "ohhhhhh!"

Slowly she took it out and pushed it back in, from his position on the chair he could see the dildo wet and glistening and he stood up, unable to just watch anymore.

She did it again, her pace getting faster and faster, pulling it all the way out then pushing it in ruthlessly. Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow and she was completely unaware of the weight that suddenly sat on the bed.

Her eyes suddenly popped open as she screamed at the top her lungs "ANGELLLL OH MY GODDDD!!!!" her body violently shook as the vibration from the now turned on vibrator, shocked her in to orgasm. She barely had time to recover, before she felt the vibrator being pulled out..

Angel pulled it out and ran his tongue down the length of it, greedily licking up her juices, then he threw it over his shoulder, lifted her hips and pushed his cock in side of her; hard…deep…fast.

The sudden fullness that filled her again was not plastic; she wasn't that far out of her mind with lust that she couldn't tell the difference. Her eyes flew to his in a panic. "Angel…stop…what are you doing…we can't…we can't…" God all was lost now; they had taken it too far.

But he didn't stop, he couldn't stop now he had to take her, had to be inside of her. He thought he would've enjoyed watching her fuck herself with the plastic toy, but he found as he watched that he became jealous, jealous of a toy, and he didn't like it one bit. She was his, and his cock would be the only thing that fucked her.

And now he was possessed, the demon egging him on to fuck her harder and faster.

She arched into his thrusts her body willingly obliging to his erratic pace. "Angel stop!" Her mind was stuck between pleasure and fear, and pleasure won out. She gave into to his brutal attack gladly accepting each frantic thrust and pushing back with her own "Oh yessss…baby…please harder!!"

His hand shot up to her head gripping her hair and yanking it to the right. He lowered his head and without a second thought sank his fangs in her throat, splurging on her blood while he came inside of her thrusting till the last drop spilled out of him.

For Buffy the sensation of his fangs in her throat was enough and she came hard shouting her release to the Gods, and riding out the waves of the most mind blowing orgasm she'd had since Graduation Day.

His hips slowed their pace and he lifted his head, lapping at the fresh marks he made over his old one, and he smiled happy, content.

Then before he knew what was happening he found himself flat on his back on the hard floor and a hysterical naked Buffy sitting on top of him with a stake over his heart.

"Why? Why didn't you stop? Why?" She yelled at him as her body still shook and tears formed in her eyes.

It took him a minute to realize why she was so upset and when he did he smiled at her, "It's okay Buffy."

She looked into his eyes and what she saw made her inhale sharply and drop her stake. Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes were wide open. "It wasn't good…I don't make you happy anymore?" Tears were falling freely at the thought the she couldn't give him perfect happiness.

Angel laughed. He couldn't help it, he was just so happy, so content and at peace that he felt free. So he laughed.

But Buffy took offense and started to slap him on the shoulder "Don't laugh at me!" She went to crawl off of him and away but he grabbed her by the ankle and tried to pull her back, "No Buffy I'm not laughing….opmf..." She kicked him in the stomach with her foot crawling away from him.

He crawled up behind her and pulled her naked thrashing body back against his chest and held her there. "Buffy, calm down, it's okay."

"No it's not okay, I don't give you perfect happiness anymore…I knew it. I knew I came back wrong!" She wailed feeling totally defeated and sad.

He chuckled at her antics, "No baby there's nothing wrong with you," He kissed her check, "that's why I'm here."

"Buffy my soul is bound. Doyle came to me last night and told me that the Powers bound my soul. Something about an upcoming apocalypse and how they needed me to be here to help you. So they bound my soul knowing that I wouldn't be able to resist you…" he licked her ear, "…and it seems that they were right."

She couldn't believe it, it was her most ardent wish and it was happening, it couldn't be. She turned around in his arms and faced him, fear and doubt on her face. "Are you sure?"

He chuckled while his hand shifted through her hair. "Baby, it doesn't get much happier then that."

A full warm smile spread across her face as she looked into his soulful chocolate eyes. She wrapped her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist, huddling closer to him. "I made you happy?" She asked still smiling at him.

He looked at her in wonderment and awe, she was just so amazing and she was his. "Buffy you are the only woman on the face of this earth or in any other world that could kill me with desire."

She giggled and threw herself on him taking him by surprise, he fell backwards taking her with him. They giggled and rolled around on the floor as their hands and lips explored each other's bodies.

"Angel?" She asked as his lips made a trail down her throat and to his mark. "Mmmm."

"We'll make it work this time right?" He noted the fear and doubt that was in her voice and he wanted to make sure that she understood that he wasn't going anywhere.

He looked up into her expecting face, "Yes Buffy we will make it work. I promise. No more running away from you and us. Together forever…always, the way it's supposed to be."

Her eyes were lit with happiness and glistened with unshed tears, "I love you Angel."

Stretching her tired body she opened her eyes and squinted into the sunshine that shone through the curtain. She scowled as she looked at the clock; it was too damn early to be up.

Sighing she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rotated her stiff neck. She just couldn't seem to get a good night sleep during the week anymore and she blamed Angel. Being able to sleep next to him every night during the weekends was spoiling her. She felt so safe when she was in his arms that she slept like a rock. But during the week, when she was here and he was in LA she couldn't sleep for shit. Her only comfort was the knowledge that he didn't sleep well either.

She had only gone to bed about two hours ago and here she was rising with the sun once again to flip burgers. She really hated her job, but for the time being it was all that she had. Money was still an issue, and although Angel had offered to help with her financial problems, she had refused. She felt that she had to stand on her own feet. Besides she liked working; it made her feel normal. It was the constant smell of raw meat that clung to her skin and hair that really turned her off.

Grabbing her robe, she put it on and quietly walked downstairs to have her morning cup of coffee. Entering the kitchen she saw Tara sitting at the table dressed and sipping her tea. She looked up when she heard the scuffle of Buffy's slippers on the floor.

Buffy yawned and smiled at the witch. "Morning Tara, you're up early." She walked over to the counter poured a cup of coffee, then sat down at the opposite end of the table.

"Yeah I have an early class." Buffy had to lean in closer to hear what she said. Sometimes the witch spoke so softly that she had to really listen to hear what she was saying, especially if it was before she had her second cup of coffee.

Buffy looked at her strangely like she had no idea what she was talking about, and then it dawned on her and she slumped in her chair. "Oh my God, is that today?"

Tara smiled. She had heard about the Slayer's past birthdays and how they usually weren't a happy event. "Yeah, even though you probably wish it weren't."

Suddenly she was very depressed. The hope of having a good day fading away with the realization of what day it actually was. "No kidding. Damn, do you think we could just keep it to ourselves?" She hopefully asked.

Tara shook her head sadly at the Slayer, as a slight smile played appeared on her face. "Sorry I think Dawn is already planning something."

Tara got up and put her cup in the sink, she grabbed her bags ready to leave. "I've got to go or I'll be late, I'll see you later okay and try to have a good day, you deserve it."

Tara left and Buffy slumped even further in her chair clutching her coffee like it was going to save her from all of the horrible things that the Powers had in store for her on her Birthday.

Her birthday, she hated her birthday, only bad things happened on her birthday and she didn't see how this year would be any different. Couldn't she just skip it this year?

Her eyes closed as images of past birthdays filtered through her mind. She couldn't remember one birthday that hadn't ended badly. There were a few that started out good but eventually they all went to shit. Her eyes opened and she sighed there was just no hope for her and birthdays.

Angel chuckled at the misery he heard in her voice she sounded so down and hopeless, exactly how he knew she would be today. "Happy Birthday lover."

Instantly a smile that would rival the sun lit her face as the deep sexy morning voice of Angel filled her ears. Suddenly things weren't looking so bad. She rested the phone on her shoulder, leaned against the wall and slid to the floor still clutching her coffee.

Angel smiled into the phone, he loved these early morning phone calls and the way her voice was still husky from sleep. It was so sexy and such a turn on that it was amazing he made it through the day without driving over there. Thank god for cold showers.

"What are you doing?" he leaned the receiver on his shoulder and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, imagining where she was and what she was doing.

She giggled as her pulse quickened and she purred into the phone, "I'm wearing my robe."

"Mmmm, I like that one. The purple brings out the deep green in your eyes." With his eyes closed and her breathy voice in his ear he could almost imagine that he was there.

"I'm just about ready to drop." He sighed and his exhaustion came across the phone.

He smiled. "Vargian…they're not very pretty to look at and they don't die very pleasantly either." His nose crinkled as he remembered the putrid smell of their blood that had covered him from head to toe.

"Oh a smelly one eh?" She smiled. They had become so much closer over these past weeks, that it was like she knew exactly what he was thinking. Sp she could easily see the disgusted look on his handsome face.

She sighed deeply, "I don't know, I have an early morning shift, then patrol and that's pretty much it."

"Angel, you know how I feel about my birthday. Tara said Dawn was planning something, but I really wish she wasn't."

"Buffy not every birthday has to be bad, besides Dawn loves you and wants to do something nice for you, so you should let her."

"Don't be all cryptic guy on me you have to tell me what she has planned?" She demanded.

"Angellll!" She pleaded with him but he just laughed. "No, you'll find out. But I will tell you that it's nothing crazy and you'll have a good time."

She lowered her voice and spoke huskily, "I'd rather have a good time with you…can't you come out here?"

He felt bad because he really wanted to be with her on her birthday. For him her birthday was the holiest of days. Firstly if it weren't for this day he would never have been blessed with knowing her at all. Something he couldn't even began to fathom.

The other reason was because he considered this day their anniversary. His male pride just couldn't get past the fact that this was the day that he had taken her virginity, the day that he made her his at least in the human world. It was his favorite day of the year. There was only one other day that came close to it and that was Graduation Day the day that the demon made her his. So he was extremely tempted to drive out there, but he couldn't he had to go hunting.

"I'd like that too baby, but I can't get out there tonight, I already told you that."

Mentally she sobbed her disappointment; the one thing that would absolutely make her day better wasn't going to happen. And she could tell that no matter how much buttering up she he wouldn't budge, not when it came to fulfilling his responsibilities.

The light bulb suddenly went off in her head and the wheels started to spin. Just because he couldn't come here didn't mean that she couldn't go there. Keeping her voice steady and even she nonchalantly asked, "What time will you be home tonight?"

"I don't know late. However long it takes to track down the ones that got away tonight and kill them." He yawned.

He laughed and if he weren't so tired he would have played along with her. But as it was his brain just couldn't seem to come up with anything sexy to say so instead he yawned.

"You should get some sleep. Hang up the phone, close your eyes, and dream of me."

They hung up the phone and Buffy jumped up and ran upstairs, her mind evilly planning the night's adventure. She would go to work, patrol, come home, deal with whatever Dawn has in mind, and then she would go get her own birthday present.

It was late when he finally did get home. He was annoyed that it had taken him that long to track down the Vargian demons that had escaped his wrath last night. But it was done and he could finally take a shower and get this stink off of him.

Throwing open the door to his bedroom he threw his coat on the floor and started to unbutton his shirt. He stopped there was something off. He looked around the darkened room and didn't see anything, he took a whiff and smelled…he shook his head; it couldn't be. She wasn't here. He was just really tired and his mind was playing tricks on him.

He finished undressing and walked naked into the bathroom; turning on the shower he let the hot water cascade down his back. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against the cool tile letting the water relax his muscles.

He didn't know how long he was in there, but when he finally turned the water off and reached for a towel, he caught the scent again. It was stronger, like she had just been standing in this room. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to the bedroom, where he stopped dead in his tracks.

It was a vision that had filled his mind plenty of times over the years, and it was right in front of him. She was on his bed, she had on a blood red corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up. The garter belts ran down her tanned legs and held up a pair of sheer black stockings. She was wearing a little bit of nothing for panties and he would bet his undead life that it was a thong.

He swallowed hard as he looked at her golden mane flowing over her shoulders and her beautiful green eyes that were lined thickly with black eye linear. Her deep blood red lips seemed to call to him, speaking to him in hushed tones. She was his deepest darkest fantasy come to life.

She seemed to hum as she spoke, "I came for my birthday present, but if I'm intruding I can leave…" She started to rise.

"NO!" He shouted and jumped forward ready to keep her from going anywhere. She smiled knowingly at him.

"Don't move…just stay right there." He whispered as he walked around the bed to his desk, never taking his eyes off of her. He picked up his pad and pencil and turning the chair around to face the bed he sat down and immediately started to sketch her. It took all his effort to ignore the throbbing hard on under his towel but he wanted to capture his living fantasy on paper before anything else.

At first she thought it was sweet, but after about an hour of sitting still she was getting impatient. "Angel…" She whined.

"Just a little longer". He didn't even look up when he spoke and she sighed deeply. She didn't know how much longer she could just lay here. She was extremely turned on and she could tell by the tent in his towel that he was too so she couldn't understand how he could just sit there and draw and ignore his desires.

"Angel?" She asked sweetly, well if he wouldn't play she could always tempt him.

"Well I was thinking about what you said, you know about my birthday and how it doesn't always have to be bad?"

That got his attention. Even though it was his fondest memory he still had a lot of guilt about what transpired afterwards and they had never actually discussed it, so he naturally assumed that her memories were dismal. "I'm sorry baby."

She rushed to alleviate his guilt, "No, I didn't mean it like that Angel. I was thinking about how it was my first time you know." She sounded very shy and innocent a complete contrast to the spread out wanton that she looked like.

He looked back at her she was so sweet sometimes. "Buffy that would be really nice, but I think that opportunity has passed." Looking back down he continued to sketch.

"Mmmm" Once again he was caught up in sketching so it sounded like he wasn't paying attention to her, until she spoke her next words.

"Well technically I'm still a virgin…in one area." She sheepishly said while watching him.

He dropped his pencil and his gaze lifted to hers. Shock was evident on his face as was the sudden spark of pure lust that appeared in his eyes, darkening them to black as he contemplated what she said.

She felt a little uncomfortable under his intent stare and she shifted slightly, "I…um…had a dream the other night…"

She looked down at the sheets and her nervous fingers started to pluck at the invisible threads as she continued to speak, unable to look him in the eye. "…we were making love on the beach the night that we met."

She sneaked a peak at him to see if he was listening, and found him staring at her his body still and tense, and the tent in the towel looked like it had risen another two inches. Her eyes rested again on the sheets, "You whispered in my ear about how you wanted to introduce me to all the ways of making love. And I thought that we could do that tonight, you know, it would be like our first night together…sort of."

She was too embarrassed to look at him again, so she kept her eyes pinned to the sheets. She had no idea if she was turning him on or off. It was something that she had always been wildly curious about and she knew that she would only ever consider experiencing it with him. But she was still nervous about his reaction, because while they had been adventuresome in their sexual forays, they had never discussed this.

He was suddenly sitting beside her and his hand cupped her cheek bringing her eyes up to his. "Is that what you want for your birthday?" he asked softly, which was very hard, because the second the words were out of her mouth the demon roared his approval. It was their darkest desire and here she was offering it to them, he didn't want to scare her out of it, so he had to control his reaction.

He smiled at her. "This isn't about me baby it's about what you want." His eyes turned darker as he stared into hers, letting his passion and lust show through so she understood. "But I wouldn't find it a hardship." He smiled that half smile that curled her toes and she smiled back at him feeling comfortable once again.

"I would like to try it Angel. I…I want to give all of myself to you and I just thought that it would be appropriate for tonight."

Outside he was calm, caring and loving; the epitome of control and patience. But inside his control had snapped five minutes ago and he was already plunging inside of her. He had to slow his mind and body down. He was in awe that she trusted him enough to consider it. He had to take his time and be slow, make sure that she experienced the ultimate pleasure.

"Are you sure Buffy? Because at first there will be some pain, but ultimately the pleasure will be incredible." he wanted her to understand everything that was going to happen.

She gazed at him trustingly and nodded her ascent. "I know there'll be some pain but I want to know what it feels like." She leaned over to the side of the bed and rummaged through her bag. Sitting back up she showed him what she pulled out. "I brought this."

He looked down and was somewhat shocked to see a tube of anal lubricant. His eyebrow raised a notch, "Planning this all along ah?"

She laughed nervously, "Well I was taking the chance that it was something that you wanted too."

"Oh it is, most definitely is." He couldn't control the lust that his voice purred out and she reacted to it, by leaning in and pressing her lips to his. He cradled her face as her mouth started to ravish his. He could hear her heart pumping rapidly and he could smell her increased arousal. Her lithe hands seemed to be everywhere on his body, frantically searching and exploring. She was running on all cylinders and threatening to explode.

He gently grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back. She looked so beautiful; her face was flushed with her excitement and her eyes were a midnight green. Her impatience to get started was making his blood boil. He had to slow her down, or he wouldn't be able to control the demon that was roaring at him to take her and fuck her.

She lowered her eyes embarrassed that she was pressing so hard. He lifted her chin so she looked at him. "Don't be embarrassed I love that you're impatient to start but if you don't slow down, I'm not going to be able to control myself and I want there to be as little pain for you as possible."

She smiled at him confident once again in what was to happen. She ran her hand through his hair, "I like it when you lose control."

She had no idea what she was saying, because if she knew the images that filled his mind at those words, she would probably run all the way home.

He pulled her hand out of his hair and pushed her back on to the bed. He leaned over and kissed her softly and gently on the lips. "Please baby, I want to make this good for you so we need to take this slow, and you're making it really hard."

She pouted at him and he growled. "Well what do you want me to do Angel? Can't I even touch you?"

"No. I just want you …" he kissed her nose, "…to lie perfectly still and let me…" he kissed her on the lips, "…have my way with you. I want to slowly worship you the way you should be." He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and then pulled back when she raised her head trying to capture his tongue in her mouth.

"Angel…I don't know if I can do that." She answered honestly, because she really didn't know if she would be able to not touch him.

He kissed her chin and started a path down her neck. "If you don't I'll have to tie you up."

He nipped at her neck, taking her skin between his teeth and lightly biting her. She moaned the second his teeth scraped her sensitive skin and she pushed up into him. "Don't disobey me." He sternly said as he pushed her body back down on the bed with his.

"Angel you better stop talking like that if you want me to play along." She sweetly said even though she wasn't feeling remotely sweet.

He moved up and captured her lips with his effectively shutting her up as his tongue began a slow sensual duel with hers; drawing back every time she pushed forward. She lifted her head and cried out in frustration. He ignored her protests and slowly licked a path down her chest and to the top of her bodice, running his tongue over the tops of her breasts.

Her hand gripped his ass tightly and she roughly squeezed him. He growled as one elongated fang gently scraped the top of her breast and a trickle of blood came out. He licked it up cleaning her skin then sucked on it softly, moaning at the pure divine taste of her.

"Angel…" She moaned and her leg came up resting on his hip then moving down his naked leg, desperately trying to pull him in further.

He kept ignoring her attempts and took his time, lavishing her collarbone with kisses and nibbles. He was pretty proud of himself and the control that he was exhibiting but that all shattered the second he felt her finger tickling his balls. His features instantly shifted and in one split second he had her hands held in a tight grasp above her head and she was looking at him hungrily and dazed.

He just growled at her and pulled a black silk scarf out of the table and in ten seconds flat he had her hands tied up to the center of the headboard.

She would look back at this moment in complete wonder and confusion, because she had never seen him move that fast and so precisely, she didn't even feel the knots being tied, some slayer she was. But now she was frustrated and annoyed. "Angel what are you doing?'

He just growled at her again and ripped her corset off with one deft movement. She inhaled sharply as the cold air hit her naked breasts and she felt her nipples harden. "Angel take it off!" She demanded as she struggled with her binds.

He looked at her and he felt his dick get even harder. He leaned up on his knees and took off his towel. Her protests dyed when her eyes landed on his superb form. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips. "Please baby I want to touch you…"

"No." He pulled her thong down and over her legs lifting it to his nose he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. His eyes opened and their golden orbs stared at her "I told you I need to remain in control…" he threw her panties away and leaned down licking a path from her bellybutton up to her chin, "…and I can't do that with you touching me."

His hands wandered down her sides to her hips where he kissed her navel, sucking in her skin and nipping at gently. "I want you to experience the most intense pleasure you ever had baby…"

He moved lower and kissed her shaven curls. "I want to love you slowly and completely…"

His tongue dipped lower into her honey pot, lightly dipping in then out. "Ohhhh.." she moaned as her hips automatically lifted to his mouth to give him better access.

He gently pushed her hips back down and kissed her inner thigh, his tongue circling a sensitive spot, "I want you wet baby…"

He nibbled on her thigh as his hand snacked up her chest and squeezed her breast, "I want to see your juices dripping down your leg…", he licked her leg from the back of her knee, "…so I can lick it all the way up …", up to her vagina, he stopped at her apex to stare hungrily at her wet glistening lips, "…and drink from the source."

He moaned as he slowly lowered his head and made love to her with his mouth. Alternating between soft suckling and light licks.

Buffy's eyes were shut and she was moaning loudly as her head continue to thrash back and forth. He felt her body tighten and he gently bit down on her clit. She exploded around him and her juices filled his mouth as he quickly thrust his tongue inside of her to capture every drop, moaning with her, his lips vibrating against her sending another wave of pure pleasure through her.

Her body convulsed as she slowly came down her eyes opened and looked at his dark head nestled between her thighs, staring at her. His finger came up and slid across her opening. She jerked, "Angel…"

"Please I can't take anymore..." She was ultra sensitive after an orgasm and her body wouldn't stop jumping every time his finger touched her.

"Shhh…yes you can." He wasted no time. He diligently went back to work starting all over again. "I want you so wet baby, I want to be able to spread your juices…" His finger dipped inside of her then pulled out and went behind her. He lifted her hips and circled her rosebud, pushing slightly inside with a finger. "…here." Her eyes snapped to his and her breath hitched again. "Oh God…"

He saw her eyes darken even more and he gently pressed his finger in a little bit more. "Do you feel that Buffy?"

The pleasure that radiated throughout her body stole her speech away and she could only nod dutifully.

By the end of her fifth orgasm she was so consumed with him that she was out of her mind. She didn't feel him take the scarf off, she didn't feel him gently rub and kiss the red marks on her wrists from her struggles. She didn't notice when he pushed her legs together and pressed them up against her chest. She was so numb she didn't even notice his cock sliding against her rubbing her juices all over her and him.

It wasn't until she felt that distinct pressure building again that she opened her eyes and looked at him, she saw how open she was to him, she felt her hands free and she reached out for him. "Angel kiss me…"

He moaned and lowered his lips to hers, pressing her knees into his chest and her breasts. She gripped his head and licked his whole face, wiping him clean of her juices. His fingers dug into her arms as he held the beast back letting her have control for just a moment.

When she was done she savagely kissed him, drawing blood on her lip as she scraped his fang. He took her lip between his lips and sucked hard on it. He felt the power of her blood as it glided down his throat, the demon roared and he pulled back screaming into the quiet darkness of the room.

She watched him, running her hands up and down his chest has he sat back on his haunches his head thrown back his eyes closed, and his chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to gain control. After a few seconds he looked at her and smiled.

He pushed her knees further into her breasts and spread them wide. He looked down she was totally open and vulnerable to him in this position. She was so wet and had orgasamed so many times that he didn't think they needed the lubricant. His cock was drenched in her cum from running it over her lips and the head was now pressed up against her hole. He placed a finger on her clit moving it back and forth, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." She said breathlessly as she stared him in the eye, her heart racing her blood boiling.

"Tell me if it hurts, tell me if you're uncomfortable at all and I'll stop." He wanted to make it perfectly clear that he would stop if she asked. He wanted her to trust him.

She smiled at him the love in her eyes sparkling, her hand raised and she cradled his check, "I trust you Angel, I'm ready to be yours fully and completely."

He kissed the inside of her palm his soul screaming at her words. His fingers increased their pace on her clit and her eyes darkened, small breathy moans escaped her lips. Grasping his cock he once again slid it up and over her opening drenching it in her juices.

He moved back to her rosebud and slowly pushed the mushroom tip in. He stilled himself waiting for her to adjust to the feeling. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, the pressure building her up. "Are you okay baby?" He asked concern evident in his voice.

She opened her eyes and placed her hand on top of his applying more pressure to her clit, as she slowly pushed back into him, sinking the head of his cock completely inside of her. "Ohhhh…"

"Please Angel don't stop, it feels so good…" She arched up into his hand, "…so different."

Slowly he pushed in further, and he moaned loudly. She was so tight and her muscles were clenching and it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He had many times, as a demon running free, taken women this way and loved it. It appealed to his need to dominate. But to be able to do this with the love of his undead life was the most thrilling sexual experience he had ever had, as demon or human, and he was fighting the urge to sink into her.

He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible that's why he chose this position because she was totally open to him. Taking his finger off her clit he rolled it around her wet opening and pushed inside of her. He pushed two more fingers in at the same time that he pushed forward with his hips totally embedding his cock inside of her.

"OH God…!" She moaned as she arched further into him. She felt completely surrounded by him, he was above her, inside of her and behind her, and it was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt.

Slowly he pulled everything out and then pushed in again. The pace was slow and measured each gentle thrust of his fingers in synch with his cock to give her the ultimate pleasure, so she could feel everything.

But it felt so good and he couldn't keep the pace slow anymore, he felt her inner muscles clench and he pulled out and rammed back inside of her.

"OH GODD ANGELL!" He grunted his agreement as his pace increased, his fingers and his dick working as one.

"God baby I'm going to cum!" She screamed as her fingers rolled her clit, she arched once more violently into him her inner muscles clenching hard on his cock.

"Buffy!!" He came shooting his seed deep inside of her as he kept his hips still and slowly rotated them riding out the waves.

Slowly he pulled out of her and raised her ass up to his mouth, kissing her reverently on her puckered hole. He gently laid her legs down, massaging her thighs. She had been in that position for a while and he didn't want her cramping.

He looked up at her face, she was softly breathing, her eyes were closing and sweat trickled down her face. He smiled pleased with himself; she looked completely and thoroughly loved.

"Mmmm…" she opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his chocolate orbs, "Angel that was...God…that was incredible! I had no idea it could be that good that way."

She hugged him to her, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him closer. "I love you."

For the rest of the evening they laid in bed together cuddling and laughing, enjoying their time alone that they so rarely had.

She told him of the party that Dawn threw for her at the Bronze and the presents that she had received. She told him about Spike getting so drunk that he grabbed Willow and started to make out with her, and how Willow who was just as drunk, didn't seem to mind, until Tara noticed and conked Spike on the head with a beer bottle, knocking him out cold. They had left him there snoring away on the floor of the Bronze as everyone else went home and she then drove here.

In the silence of the early morning hours Buffy was resting her head on his chest tickling his ribs, her eyes just started to close when he gently nudged her. "Buffy?"

Slowly her eyes opened and she was staring into a beautiful white gold claddagh ring with a ruby sparkling in the middle of it. She gasped, and placed her hands on top oh his.

His shaking hands took the ring and placed it on her finger. He brought their hands together entwining them and brought them up to his lips where he kissed them lovingly. Tears were in her eyes then running down her cheeks, as she looked up at him.

"I love you so much Buffy. You've given me so much of your self; your love, your passion, and your trust. You gave my life meaning and made me believe in myself again. You've proven to me that I can be strong. That strong is fighting, that it's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. But it's what we have to do. And we can do it together. I know I can never give you the things that you deserve, I can never give you children and I can never take you out into the sunlight. "

"Shh let me finish." He kissed their hands. "What I can give you is my undying love and devotion. My trust and my strength, what I can give you is myself; heart, body & soul, if you'll have me?"

They kissed as if it was their first kiss and their last kiss. They made love as if there was no tomorrow, because for them, the future was uncertain.

But what was certain, was that no matter what happened, they would always be together, standing strong, side by side.

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