Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Angel and Buffy have an . . . interesting conversation.
Rating: PG-13 for sexual situations.
Notes: Don't ask me what I was on when I wrote this. I'd just read Serena's "Every Day" (which btw, is a totally AWESOME!!!!!! fic) then I wrote this.
Feedback: Don't make me beg. =)

"Why are you leaving me?" she asked, walking into the mansion. He looked up at her, unsurprised her arrival.

"You know why," he answered softly. "I gave you my reasons."

She shook her head, gliding to him, unshed tears in her eyes.

"No," she said. "You didn't. Not the real ones."

He just looked at her, knowing her words were true.

"Tell me the truth, Angel," she murmured, her voice cracking, the tears flowing. "Tell me something real."

He looked down at the ground for a moment, at the book resting in his lap.

"It's too hard to be around you," he said quietly. "And you know why."

She couldn't supress a bitter chuckle. "That's it?" she demanded angrily. "You're leaving me because you can't control your dick? That's so pathetic."

At her mocking of him, he snapped. He leaped up at her, getting in her face, growling fiercely.

"Yes, damn you!" he shouted. "You don't know how hard it really is, do you? Of course you don't." He snorted rudely before continuing with his tirade. "Every single day, every single moment I'm with you, it's hard. And you just let it happen, Buffy. You kept torturing me, with your clothes, and your hair, and that perfume you always wear. It's enough to drive me mad! It's all a game to you, isn't it? You love making me squirm! You love that you have complete control!"

She was taken aback. "Angel, I never knew that I . . ."

"Shut up! Just for once shut up and listen! You knew perfectly well! You knew, and you kept on doing it, suggesting we sleep together, saying we could hang out after Prom. Why? Why did you do it? Do you like having him torture you?"

She looked up at him calmly, unashamed of her behavior. "He . . . it's . . ." she trailed off, unsure of herself. "I like taking you to the edge, I like seeing how far you can go without turning into him."

He laughed at that, a bitter, evil sound that made her shiver in pleasure. "Have you gone completely insane? Are you trying to make me lose control? Tell me, why? Is there some sick pleasure in watching me suffer?"

She considered for a long moment before finally saying, "I'm getting you back."

Now it was his turn to be taken aback. "For what?"

"For Angelus. For hurting me, for always being the gentlemen and never just letting yourself go, letting me see you for who you really are."

"You yourself tell me every day that Angelus wasn't my fault."

She exploded at that. "Damnitt, can't *you* see what you do to *me*? At least the demon doesn't have a soul to lose. I want the sex too. I want it every day, and when I go to sleep at night all I can feel are your arms surrounding me, but sometimes . . ."

"Sometimes?" he asked, impatiently.

"Sometimes it's not you holding me in my dreams. Sometimes it's him."

"So that's it? You're trying to drive me away by seducing me into being the demon?"

"NO! That's not it, don't you get it? All I'm trying to do is pull you out of your shell, stop that fucking brooding you do every day. I want to see the beast. I want there to be one day we have with no limitations, no dancing around each other. I want to take you right here and right now and not have to worry about the consequences."

"But you know that we can't," he whispered hoarsely.

She nodded. "I know. That's why I was driving you away."

He took in her confessions silently. Coming to a decision, he said, "We can that now."

"But we- the curse-"

"No limits, baby. And don't worry-" He let his vamp face slip on. "I've got a feeling he's not gonna hurt you. I think he wants to play."

"Like you do?" she asked huskily.

He smiled as he kissed her fiercely. As they broke apart, he said, "More."

So he showed her the beast.

The beast that lives in all of us.

And the Slayer and the Guardian went out of control.

There are no limits.

And when the demon came, he played with her just as rough, and then gave the Guardian control again.

He let them have their peace, their release.

Because dammit, it was really hard to live inside a sexually tense poof all the time!

LOL, was that strange or what? Feedback?????

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