DISCLAIMER: Um, don't steal my work. I give Joss his props for his.
TIMELINE: Season ONE! (I know, wow) Just after the episode "Angel".
SPOILERS: Ummm, Season 1 through "Angel". I'm sure we all know.
SYNOPSIS: What if Buffy reacted slightly differently to Angel's kiss at the end of "Angel"... in a *good* way?
DISTRIBUTION: Land of Denial. Want, take, have. Just tell me where.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Song by No Doubt, called "New" off of the "Go" soundtrack. I'm songfic chick, eh?
FEEDBACK: SEND!
RATING: PG-13

Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I have this chance now
Don't let it go away

Buffy stared at Angel as he quietly slipped out of the Bronze. The feel of his lips pressed so deliciously against hers lingered on in the back of her mind, tingling on the flesh of her mouth. His tongue had slipped quietly into her mouth for a fleeting second and she could still taste him on her tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a quiet moan as another wave of shivers shot through her body again. The mere thought of him seemed to make her body go crazy. She had never felt this way before.

New... you're so new
You... you're new
And I never had this taste in the past
New... you're so new

His skin was softer than she had thought a vampire's would be, and the smell of her cross burning his flesh hadn't been lost to her even through the haze of the kiss. He hadn't even flinched, a feat that impressed her after seeing firsthand the kind of pain a cross could really inflict on a vampire. Instead the kiss had deeped; that had been the moment his tongue had just slipped in for the dantiest of sips.... And left her wanting so much more.

The lights in the club made the back of her eyelids blood red, and on the vibrant color she saw visions of kisses to come. Delicious, decadent, and indulgent kisses that she knew weren't supposed to happened but just felt so right. She could almost feel his hands on her skin, smoothing over her flesh like ice. Goosebumps appeared on her skin and she forced her eyes open before her fantasies could become too involved. She was, after all, in public.

His mouth had tasted like whiskey and chocolate and copper all blended into one. It was an intoxicating mixutre, like how she imagined a really fine alcohol would be, and she wanted nothing more than to sip from it for the rest of her life. He had felt like warm velvet - surprisingly warm for his undead state - and moved with the expertise of a seasoned performer. The thought intimidated her a little bit; after all, he was a 250 year old vampire who had obviously had countless women in his lifetime, both before and after he was turned. But despite all of that, she felt herself magnetically attracted to him by something so much deeper than just lust. And she knew he was feeling the same thing. She had been able to taste it in his kiss.

The normal hesitation is gone
And I really gravitate to your will
Are you here to fetch me out?
Because I've never had this taste in my mouth

There was so much there for her to learn. He was centuries older than her. He had seen, most likely, all there was to see and beyond. He knew more than entire libraries could hold. And he knew both good and evil. He was like an enigma and it made him all the more attractive. Buffy wasn't blind; she knew she wasn't the brightest cookie in the box. Most of the time she even downplayed what intelligence she *did* have. But the inner nerd that she spent so much time trying to ignore was practically drooling to dive not only into Angel's delicious body, but his incredible mind. She felt herself blushing; after all, who would have pegged her for a nerd at heart? But she knew that she was and the undeniable proof was the hunger inside her to learn about this man. To hear him talk, to absorb all he had to say, and to *learn* his history.

Jesus, what was she doing?? Wasn't history her worst subject *anyway*? This was just setting herself up to crash and burn. And, god help her, she couldn't wait to get started.

Oh you're not old
And you're not familiar
Recently discovered
And I'm learning about you

New... you're so new
You... you're new

Her eyes burned holes in the door that had just closed over the retreating shadow of his form, trying to see him behind the mix of steel and wood. Her mind couldn't stop thinking about the details of his face, of his tongue, of his mouth, of his hands, of his body, of his mind, of his voice, of his power. The amber of his demonic eyes flashed through her memory and she shivered once again. The hunger she'd seen in those eyes transcended simply her blood, she knew, because she had seen it reflected in his human eyes as well. The thought of *that* hunger brought another shiver over her skin, and she mentally chaistised herself. What was wrong with her? How could she so shamelessly want him this soon? After all, she'd only truly known him for a few days.

And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac
Because I've never had this taste in my past

Oh you're different
You're different from the former
Like a fresh battery
I'm energized by you

"Buffy?"

"Buffy are you okay?"

Her friends' voices fell on deaf ears as she began to walk slowly towards the exit that Angel had so recently passed through. Slowly, her feet picked up speed and the next thing she knew she was running through the club, pushing people out of her way as she sprinted to follow her potential lover. She ignored the cries and crashes of the people she might have pushed a little too far. Her world consisted of nothing more than one vampire, and his lips, and the desire to feel them pressed against hers as soon as humanly possible.

"Buffy! Where are you going?!" Willow's hand latched onto her shoulder and Buffy tried to shake it off, only to find herself turned around to face her friends, "Are you okay??"

"I'm fine. Wills, I have to go. Now."

"Why? Did something bad happen?"

Buffy almost laughed aloud. That depended on your definition of bad. Bad in the way she might get killed? No. Bad in the way that she might never feel this way again if she didn't go after him *now*? Yes.

"I have to go."

"Buffy-"

She finally managed to wrench out of her friend's grasp, "I'll tell you later!"

And then she was running again.

Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away

She burst into the alley behind the Bronze with a triumphant clang, sprinting out towards the street before slowing to a stop. She had no idea where he could have possibly gone, and she had no clue whatsoever where he lived. The alley was empty; the spicy scent of his cologne didn't even linger in the air. As she walked towards the street, contemplating which way to go in order to start looking, doubts began to overwhelm her. What was she going to do when - if - she found him? What if he didn't want her?

She pushed that one out of her mind firmly. No matter how many years of experience he may have had, or how many she lacked, she knew certain things about how to figure out when a man was aroused. And she had felt very.... solid evidence in her favor when she had pressed against him earlier that night. There was no doubt that he, physically, wanted her. But what if he thought she was a child, and wouldn't look past their ages? What if he hated the Slayer in her? What if she just wasn't good enough.

Was she just setting herself up for heartbreak?

Why am I so curious?
This territory's dangerous
I'll probably end up at the start
I'll be back in line with my broken heart

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her stomach clenched as she felt someone approach from her back. Her Slayer sense screamed "VAMPIRE!" but she felt no hostility from the figure. Still, she rested her hand on the stake hidden in the waistband of her skirt just in case.

Strong hands touched her shoulders gently, smoothing her skin as they trailed down her arms to clutch her hands gently. She knew those hands. Hell, hadn't she just spent the past god-knows-how-many minutes fantasizing about them?

New... you're so new
You... you're so new
And I never had this taste in my past...

"Angel."

It wasn't a question, not even an inquiry. It was a statement. She could feel him, the hard length of his body pressed against hers, solid and soft all at the same time. His scent overwhelmed her, falling over her like a blanket. She unconciously took a deep breath, inhaling as much of that spicy scent as she could. His head bent and she felt light puffs of air against her ear. After a moment she realized that he was breathing, albeit very shallowly. She briefly wondered if this was a soul thing, or maybe just a habit of his. At the moment, however, the sensation was too pleasurable for her to really care.

"You feel it too."

Again, a statement. His lips brushed her earlobe ever so softly and she felt a shudder run through her entire body. She was suddenly glad he had a decent grip on her because she was sure her legs had turned to mush.

"Yes."

"It's wrong."

"No."

"No?"

He seemed genuinly surprised, and Buffy grinned, turning around in his arms, "No. It's right."

"What-"

He was cut off by her mouth, which she pressed against his urgently. After a moment he let out a groan and attacked her mouth with his own, arms grasping her wait tightly. Buffy thought she was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of his lips on hers, and as she wound her hands into his hair, she gave him access to everything and anything he wanted from her. She could feel it in her blood; she belonged to him, from this moment on. For better, or worse. And damn, it felt good.

Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I have this chance now
Don't let it go away

And I can't believe it
Can't believe it
Can't believe it
Can't believe it
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away...

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