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This is my first attempt at anything longer than a one-shot, so construtive criticism is welcome =) and also my first attempt at writing Buffy/Angel which wasn't very enjoyable, but of course it will be Spuffy.
This is unbeta'd so all blame for bad writing goes to me lol
Quotes from the episode Surprise are used throughout this chapter.
As Buffy closed the door behind her, she watched her boyfriend flick the light switch on, bathing the room in an unnatural warm glow.
After quickly shedding his coat, the vampire returned to Buffy’s side.
“You’re shaking like a leaf.”
Buffy resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead explaining simply, through chattering teeth: “Cold.” Which really, she thought he ought to have known. Had they not just ran through the pouring rain, which generally made for a drop in body temperature?
Watching Angel as he mumbled quickly about getting her something, then turned to find her some dry clothing, Buffy thought back to when they were inside the factory. Angel had been willing to die to save her, and while she had no doubt he would have done, she was still shocked by it.
Smiling gratefully at him as he passed her the dry clothes, she realized something. She thought she already knew, but tonight proved things to her. Things like the fact that Angel really did love her.
“Put these on. Get under the covers, just to warm up.” As she looked at him she saw the uncertainty in his eyes, before he swiftly turned away with a mumbled apology.
Smiling at the thought that he wanted to protect her privacy even from himself made her smile again.
Quickly Buffy pulled her small top shirt over her head, hissing in pain when she felt pain fly across the skin of her shoulder.
“Oh, um... It's okay. I just have a cut or something.”
“Can I...” Angel hesitated before carrying on. “Lemme see.”
“Okay.” Her softly spoken consent was all he needed; as Angel turned around Buffy clutched her shirt to her chest, suddenly acutely aware that she was in Angel’s apartment, on his bed and her top was soaked through making it appear almost see-through.
The vampire sat behind her on the bed, gently he examined the small cut.“It’s already closed. You’re fine.”
Hearing this Buffy gently leant back, snuggling into his embrace as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Closing her eyes, Buffy whispered quietly, “You almost went away today.” She could feel her young heart breaking as she thought of what could have happened.
“We both did” Angel’s reply was not the comforting one she had hoped for. Trying to stifle a sob and failing she allowed the heartbreak she felt colour her voice.
“Angel... I feel like I lost you.” Still holding back her tears, she let loose small sniffles. “You’re right though. We can’t be sure of anything.”
Angel wasn’t sure how to comfort her, after being on his own for so long he was still unsure of how to deal with other people’s emotions.
“Shhh, I...” He hesitated, knowing he loved her but telling her how he felt were two very different things.
Peering over her shoulder to look at him, Buffy was sure her heart was showing in her eyes. “You...what?”
Although she was certain of what he was about to say, she didn’t want to push him.
“I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop.” It was said in a rush, as if desperate to say the words but also not wanting them to be spoken, and almost as if he expected punishment for loving her. A small smile broke out of Buffy’s face, relieved to hear him say it.
"Me, me, too. I can't either.” Still smiling, she angled her lips to meet his.Tentatively they started kissing, a fire slowly building. All too soon Angel began to pull away.
“Buffy, maybe we shouldn’t…”
Holding his face close to hers with one hand, Buffy looked deeply into his eyes.
“Don’t. Just kiss me.”
And he did, before Buffy knew what was happening she was lying on the bed with Angel above her. He was still being gentle, treating her as though she would break, but now she could sense his growing loss of restraint.
Guiltily she found that she loved that she had this affect on him.
In slow motion, their clothes slowly peeled away as though by magic. Angel marveled in the soft, warm flesh that was revealed to his tortured yet hungry gaze.
And the Slayer was just as bad, gasping as his cool skin came into contact with her own heated body.
But as the first bit of cool air touched her breasts, and she realized she was nearly completely naked, a bolt of insecurity shot through her. Quickly her hands reached up to cover herself, Angel either didn’t notice or was too far gone in lust to care. He started unzipping her pants, and then carefully shimmied them down her legs, along with her plain white, cotton underwear.
Unable to move, she whispered, “Angel? I—“
“Shhh, it’s okay.” His reply and kind smile seemed to return some of her confidence; she lifted one of her small, delicate hands to his face. Pulling him in for another kiss that she was sure could have left her breathless had he not moved away so soon.
Just as suddenly as her comfort levels returned to normal, they soared upwards again as she felt a very intimate part of Angel press up against her very intimate parts.
Gasping, half excited, half nervous, she stared up into his deep, mysterious brown eyes that were filled with lust.
Lust for her.
A swell of womanly pride grew within her and she gently ran a hand down in between their bodies, until she reached his cock. Gently she gripped him in her hand, stroking him up and down causing him to pant useless breaths.
The next second he flung her hand away and pressed the head of his penis against her slightly wet folds. Slowly he eased his way in, feeling her warmth surround him. Then he felt her hymen; the barrier between her and womanhood. Leaning in to kiss her again, he whispered into her mouth. “This might hurt. I’m sorry…”
He drew back slightly and thrust into her, causing Buffy to cry out in pain. Tears welled in her eyes, but they didn’t fall, instead she smiled sweetly at him and sighed softly.“I love you.” He smiled lovingly at her.
As he began to move within her, he felt something change. Pain struck him, tearing through his body, burning him inside out.
“Ahhh! Bu— Arghh!” Pain coursed through his body, setting all his nerve endings on fire. And that’s when he knew what was happening. He had never felt this before but he knew without a doubt what it was.
“Angel? Angel!” Buffy cried when he started screaming in agony. Had she done this? What had happened? She had no idea what had caused him to cry out in pain, but couldn’t help wondering if it was her. If it wasn’t, what was?
“Please God, no…” His soft whisper at her neck made her body flush cold with fear.
Angel screamed in pain once more before collapsing on top of the Slayer beneath him with a shuddering sigh.
A few seconds passed before Buffy tried to speak again. “Angel? Are you okay?“
“The pain is gone.” Angel’s eerily calm voice sounded from his resting place near her neck.
He then reared his head back to look at her. "Hello lover."
Buffy gasped in shock at the sight of his demon face; usually he tried to hide that part of himself away from her but now…
“Angel, what are y—“
“Angel’s not home anymore, sweetheart.” He used the endearment sarcastically, and then laughed at the confused look colouring Buffy’s delicate features.
As she realized, her eyes widened. She began to struggle in earnest to get away from the now-souless vampire; he quickly caught her wrists and held them in a painful grip above her head.
Looking down to where they were still intimately joined, the vampire chuckled. “Well, well, well…”
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