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F E A T U R E D F I C O F T H E M O M E N T
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 O N L Y T I M E S E R I E S B Y B R E P A R T O N E B Riley checked his watch, growing slightly impatient. What was taking her so long? Their food was sure to be here any second. What could she be doing in the bathroom? Resisting the urge to stand and find out for himself, Riley merely sat there, playing with his glass of water as his date played out her past with her former lover.
Buffy wanted to die on the spot as tears started streaming down her face. As if coming back from the dead, she dragged in a breath of air and released her hold on the bathroom doorframe. She felt the large, heavy door behind her, pressing into her back, waiting to be closed. Like this chapter in my life, she mused to herself. It never goes away. She stared at the large frame of the man before her, his eyes seeming darker than they ever had been before. She couldn’t help the surprisingly large skip in her heartbeat as it increased, just like what it used to do when she had been younger, whenever she saw him walk into a room and towards her. Back when she was sure that he was hers. Buffy felt the solitary tears as they streamed hotly down her face, knew that no sound came out of her mouth even though inside she was in eternal pain. She felt like screaming. She was floating. She wasn’t here. This was a dream. Another stupid dream and she would wake up and go on her real date with Riley. Yes... another dream. But as she saw him raise his hand to touch her face, she was slammed back into reality and the breath was stolen from her once more as he touched her cheek gently, whispering softly, “Don’t cy.” His fingers touched her and she felt a spark echo in her blood stream as her blood began pumping faster and her face blushed deeply, whether in embarrassment or love or desire or whatever, she didn’t know. “Angel?” she asked, her voice half a sob, half a moan. God, she felt like she was sixteen once again and he was with her, nothing had happened and they were happy together. Then it all came rushing back and Buffy felt her body stiffen and her feet step away from his on the will of her mind alone. She could feel her heart and blood singing for him, yearning for his touch and it was then that she realized the true conflict she felt inside. Only he could do that. And it scared and excited her. “Don’t,” she whispered brokenly, turning her face away from him. Bringing her arms up to wrap around her middle protectively, she faced her back to him, hating herself when a sob escaped her suddenly tight throat. She felt him staring at her and she knew that it had been him that had been staring at her the entire time. She shivered at the thought. God, how she wanted him to stare at her for the rest of her life. “Buffy,” he said again and Buffy closed her eyes at the sound of his deep voice echoing in the small hallway. It was odd that they were all alone. No one was nearby to overhear the conversation. Her heart broke a little as his voice echoed her name once more, the sound of it making her think that he felt even a little bad about what he had done to her all those years ago. “Please,” Buffy whimpered, “Please... don’t... I can’t.” “Please look at me,” Angel said clearer. Buffy felt his hand on her arm, attempting to pull her around to face him. She didn’t have the strength to argue as he pulled her around to face him. Her breath caught in her throat. His mouth was a mere few centimeters away from touching hers as they faced each other. Buffy felt her body relaxing against his on instinct alone, as if this was the only man in the world who had the power to do that to her. Breathing in, she relished the smell of his cologne, realizing that it was the same stuff he used when they had been together. That smell was etched in her memory forever, for his scent was always on her bed sheets. Closing her eyes, Buffy sighed and just let go. Angel’s arms wound around her body as they hugged, Buffy pushing her face into his shoulder as she clung to him. She remembered so clearly feeling this safe before... feeling like nothing could touch her. Except him. They stayed that way for what seemed like forever. Buffy didn’t want to move, the feeling of his face pushing into her neck warming her. It felt so right, just being so close to him. Holding him as he held her. How, she thought, How could I have thought that I could leave this part of my life behind? I can’t... it’s too hard. As if sensing her thoughts, Angel pulled away. Buffy allowed him. But she didn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she kept it focused on his chest. On the nice dark blue of the silk shirt he wore. It was beautiful, as was the little bit of skin he showed. “Buffy,” she heard him say and she didn’t dare look up. She knew that this was a goodbye of his. It had to be. What else would he want with his own leftovers. Why would he want to be with someone who helped kill their baby just to make him happy? As her train of thought continued, Buffy gasped. Angel’s fingers slid under her chin as she did, forcing her eyes to meet his. He looked down at her with what she thought was sympathy... or deep sadness. Tears once more flooded her eyes. “Angel-” she whispered. Her plea was cut off as his lips descended upon hers in a rush. Buffy froze as his lips covered hers before responding. The kiss was soft at first, gentle and what she hoped was something a kin to loving. Then it grew with fury, so many years apart after their fiery affair leaving them both lacking something and Buffy weak in the knees as their tongues dueled for dominance. God, it just felt so right. How could it not? Angel backed her against the wall, threading his fingers through her hair. Buffy felt her heart open up. She felt her mind clearing of any thoughts. How could this possibly not be right? She was in her Angel’s arms once more and everything appeared right with the world. Buffy wrapped her arms around him in return and kissed him for all she was worth. Maybe if she was better than she was when she was a teenager, he wouldn’t leave her again. Buffy broke the kiss and moaned as his hands roamed her body. It felt so right and familiar, yet new at the same time that she didn’t know what to think. Her mind was blank except for Angel and she felt lighter than she had in many years. His lips trailed down her jaw line and began tracing her throat, his lips soft and yielding, as if asking permission to continue. Buffy answered with another moan. She didn’t know that she was backed up against a wall in a prestigious restaurant where anyone could walk by and see her making out with a man she didn’t know anymore. Nor would she care. All she could see or feel was that man and she suddenly felt younger. She felt his fingers begin bunching up her long dress and she moaned in anticipation. How long had she waited for this moment? For him to suddenly forgive her and come back to her and tell her he loved her? “Angel,” she whispered, “Please...” “Shh.” Buffy felt his hot breath against her ear and she shivered. It was too much and she felt her heart clog her throat. “Just feel, baby.” Buffy did just that as he finally got her dress up high enough for his hands to slip underneath, causing the long material to slip behind her as her legs were fully exposed to anyone who would look. His soft hands ran over her thighs gently, causing Buffy to shudder. He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her black cotton panties and began pulling them down. Buffy whimpered. All Angel needed to do was slip them past her upper thighs before they slipped down her legs unhindered. Buffy lifted her foot and spread her legs, completely bare for the world to see. She didn’t care. And she felt Angel didn’t either as he pressed against her and she felt his arousal poking through his pants. He quickly undid the button and zipper before turning his attention back to her. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered gently in her ear as he slid his hands further up her dress to where they circled her waist. Buffy nodded her agreement as he slid her up the wall, her legs coming up to circle his hips. He sank her onto his hard member and Buffy gasped, throwing her head back. A mixture of pain and pleasure found its way through her muddled senses and she felt tears rising. How long had it been since someone had come into her? Buffy fought the tears rising in her eyes and instead focused on the sensations racing through her system as he pulled back out of her and thrust back in. She was surprised that she was so wet and ready for him, but it was quickly clouded by her rising lust. Her hips began thrusting back against him as he began a steady rhythm. Buffy mewled against him, wishing for all the world that the feelings coursing through her would never end. Buffy felt like an eternity had passed her by without her noticing when she felt her pleasure begin building. Gasping, Buffy automatically felt her hips begin pushing against him harder, her speed increasing with urgency. He caught her signals and slipped his hand between their churning bodies, finding her clit and massaging it gently. Buffy cried out shortly as memories suddenly assaulted her brain before she was catapulted over the edge, a bright light flashing before her eyes. Before she could stop them, tears began streaming down her face and she collapsed against the man before her as he jerked against her, reaching his orgasm quickly as her vaginal walls milked him. Buffy clung to the man before her, her short nails digging into his shoulders, her body shuddering. Buffy felt like she had been thrown back in time as she remembered everything that had transpired between them nine years ago. Buffy felt Angel coo soothing noises in her ear as he sank to his knees, cradling her in his lap as she straddled him. His warm hand rubbed up and down her back soothingly. “Please...” she whimpered against his neck. “Don’t leave me... don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me...” Buffy felt her vision fogging and she gasped, clinging to him harder. The last thing she heard was a whispered, “I love you,” from his deep voice...
Buffy woke with a start, sucking in a deep breath as she sat up with alarm, her arms coming up to cross over her chest protectively as her eyes ran over the elements of her bedroom. Shaking her head after a moment of searching, Buffy looked down at her hands, watching as they shook violently. Taking in her body, she realized that she was shivering. She was covered in a cold sweat and the small breeze blowing in from her open window was causing her to shudder. There was a pleasant throbbing coming from between her legs. Shaking her head in denial, Buffy stood quickly and moved to close the window. Locking it tightly, Buffy stared out the window, as if waiting for someone to pop up and show themselves to her. There was no one. Shaking her head once more, Buffy closed her eyes. No, they weren’t starting again. Not this. She didn’t think she could take them anymore. She’d barely survived them last time. And now that she had thought she had healed... it was like a blow to the head to realize that she hadn’t even come close. She needed to make an appointment with Wesley tomorrow. And get some more medicine. Walking to her bathroom, Buffy opened the medicine cabinet and took out some pills, filling a glass of water while she felt their weight in her hand. Swallowing them down, Buffy stared at herself in the mirror. There were dark circles under her eyes. Earlier in the night she had been on her date with Riley. She had gone to the restaurant and sat through dinner while they talked about silly things, where she then proceeded to go home after politely declining Riley’s offer of coming up for “coffee” and then declining him walking her up to her door. Things had been normal. Until she’d closed her eyes. It’s been seven years. Seven years where she had been free of the dreams that had plagued her after Angel’s disappearance from her life. At the time, she had thought of them as a place to go for comfort and she always enjoyed them. And they were always the same. Whatever she had done that day, was echoed in her dreams, except Angel was there and he always whisked her away to a wonderful place of ecstasy and love. It took her eighteen months, with Wesley’s help, to finally realize that the dreams weren’t of the good and he helped her battle them. She’d been given some kind of medicine to help her sleep and had weekly visits to her doctor who slowly became her friend after the dreams stopped. And now she had to revisit the past in more ways in than one. How did this happen? Buffy shook her head and felt tears rise in her eyes, just like in her dream, except instead of asking for her long-lost lover to never leave, she was asking for the memories to disappear. Though she knew they never would. Buffy looked down at the sink she leaned against. Why her? Why did he have to do this to her? Buffy felt pain fill her chest and hated herself for regretting those words. She knew deep inside though that she wouldn’t want to lose that time she spent with him because she had never been so happy in her life. And she hated it.
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