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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 T W O May 1999 Buffy couldn’t ignore the warm tingling on her back as the most devilishly handsome man she had ever laid eyes on in her entire sixteen years stared at her. God, how could someone so beautiful be looking at her? She was supposed to meet her friend Willow for coffee and she knew she must look disastrous. How could she not in the hideous jeans and tank top she wore. She cursed herself for not wearing something more... sexy was all that came to mind as she blankly accepted the small piece of paper that would allow her to apply for a job. She could feel his eyes all over her body. She accepted the shivers that ran down her back gleefully as she reveled in his attention, jeans or not. She loved it and wanted nothing more than for him to come up to her. Instead of standing in line where she would be behind him, Buffy chose a seat at a round table near the window so she could do her usual people-watching in the busy hour, but chose it mostly for the equal view they could have of each other. Risking a glance over to the line, she saw him step up to the counter and order his drink, laying his money out for the woman to take. She saw her give him an open appraisal and she had to agree with her, knowing that she wasn’t the only one to notice his absolutely gorgeous features. Her eyes wandered over his body, openly admiring his behind gladly. He seemed to be in excellent shape. A minute later she handed him his drink and accepted his money. As he grabbed a napkin from next to the cash register, he looked over his shoulder right at her and Buffy blushed almost immediately when their eyes connected. She looked down at her hands where the application lay on the table next to them and pretended to be interested in it as she watched him out the corner of her eye. He seemed to be unsure about what to do for a split second, swinging a set of car keys in his hand before he moved to a table on the other side of the little coffee shop. Most of the people who bought theirs were on the run and so the place’s tables and seats were hardly half full, giving her an open view of him. He sat facing her and when she looked up, he was practically directly in her line of vision. She blushed once more. It was ten minutes later when her friend sat down at the table next to her. She had a similar application in her own hand and a cup of steaming coffee. “Hey, Buffy!” Willow Rosenberg said excitedly, placing her jacket and bag on the only remaining chair. “Isn’t this exciting? Applying for jobs?” Buffy looked up at the sound of her name from where she had been staring at her own application. She smiled at her best friend. “Hey, Wills... yeah, exciting. You know... work and all...” Willow stared at Buffy and watched as her gaze ticked to something that was behind her every few seconds. She saw the dreamy look that adorned her friend’s face and she couldn’t help but grin. Buffy only got that way when she saw something she really liked or wanted. And this something was obviously a person by the way she blushed and the small secretive smile that graced her lips. “Okay,” Willow said, switching her mood from job applying to confidante. “Who is he?” “What?” Buffy asked, finally focusing fully on the redhead across from her. “Who? What are you talking about?” “Oh, come on, Buffy, I can see the way you’re looking. C’mon,” Willow prodded. Buffy finally grinned and looked down at her hands where they twisted on the table. “I don’t know who he is but I saw him standing in line when I walked in and...” Buffy grinned and looked up to the ceiling. “He is the hottest man to ever walk on this Earth!” “Wow,” Willow said, smiling. “Where is he?” “Behind you... Don’t look!” she whispered suddenly. Buffy’s arm immediately shot out to stop her friend when she saw she was about to look over her shoulder. “I think he’s getting up!” Get up he did. Buffy tried to discreetly watch him as he stood but failed when, as he was leaving, he winked at her. Buffy felt her heart drop to her feet at the small half-smile on his face and all she could do in response was smile back. The minute he left she was looking out the window to follow him as Willow finally turned around to get a good look. She let loose a low whistle. “He has a nice butt.” “I know... and he winked at me!” Buffy said excitedly as she saw him press a button on his key chain and open the door to an expensive looking BMW. The car looked expensive, meaning he was obviously rich. Feeling the attraction to him taking over her, Buffy stared at the car openly as he drove away, hoping against hope that she would have the opportunity to see him again.
The minute Angel left the small coffee shop, he breathed in deeply and was grateful for the cool air as it reached his heated flesh. Walking as calmly as he could to his car, it was hard for him to hide his obvious attraction to the little blonde that had entered a mere fifteen minutes earlier. She looked much younger than him, much, much younger but he knew deep inside that that wouldn’t stop him from getting what he wanted from her. How could it? She was beautiful, that was a given, and he could see the light and happiness that was in her eyes when they had made eye contact and he knew that he had to have her, in any way he could. Smiling as he got into the car, Angel caught her and her redheaded friend staring at him as he drove away. Chuckling at her obvious innocence, Angel made it a point to drop by that coffee shop every day for the next month.
Buffy’s head shot up when she heard the little bell above the door tinkling, signaling that someone had entered. Her eyes lighted on two teenage girls who had entered and let loose a frustrated sigh. Was he not coming? Buffy and Willow had gotten their desired jobs at the coffee shop, mostly because they were short a few employees and were looking for a couple of people to help clean up and take care of the register. Which Buffy was doing as she impatiently waited for her most valued customer. He had yet to show and she felt like her hope was slowly but surely descending. Buffy had yet to utter a single word of greeting to the man who called himself Angel. Yes, she went through the motions of selling one coffee, but never something that would be called friendly. He always offered her one of his picturesque smiles before ordering, then going on to sit at one of the tables. Buffy often noticed that he never sat at the same table. He always moved around, sat down, drank his coffee while reading something or talking on the phone or something mundane as that. Every single day it was something different. And Buffy continued to revel in the attention he paid to her. He always left a rather large tip in the TIP jar and she would give him her most dazzling smile, but would never utter a word. Sometimes when she laid in bed late at night, she would wonder what he was doing or whether or not she was imagining all the attention. And then she would see him the next day. Until that Friday. It would be another week until she saw him again. Another week of anticipation and dashed hopes as she waited for him, only to see him never show. Until the day that would change her life forever.
Angel found himself looking forward to seeing the little blonde who worked behind the counter at the local coffee shop as he rounded the corner, turning onto Main Street. The week before had been troubling and full of work up to his ears, stuff he couldn’t ignore nor get away from. The fact that he hadn’t been able to get away for a cup of coffee weighed more on Angel’s mind than he would have liked. Though it wasn’t the worst thing to worry about. Knowing that he probably looked horrible with dark bags under his eyes from endless hours of work and stubble on his chin as he entered, Angel felt a pang of disappointment to see that his little blonde wasn’t behind the counter where she used to be. Fighting the urge to just leave and make his own damn coffee, he bought and paid for a ridiculously overcharged cup and went to sit down, ever mindful of the fact that neither the blonde nor redhead were nowhere to be seen. Ten minutes passed and Angel began to get impatient. The day he decided to show was the day she wasn’t working. What were the odds. Folding the newspaper he had been half-reading, he moved to stand and throw his cup away only to almost knock over the little woman standing beside him. She barely moved and Angel was forced to sit back down. Standing before him was a goddess. Her golden hair caught the rays of the sunshine beautifully, her deep tan making her glow. The small skirt and tank she wore made her look like the sexual powerhouse he knew she had to be, or very well could be. He also noticed her hands set on her hips and the furrow in her brow. She either looked worried or very upset. “Where have you been?” she blurted and only the sudden blush on her cheeks stopped him from snapping right back at her. Hours of fatigue weren’t enough to wage war on his growing arousal for her. “Excuse me?” “I mean...” She sighed and he saw her fight the urge to say something, even on the verge of stuttering. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that... I mean, you probably think I’m a crazy person or something so I guess I’ll just leave you to your coffee and your... newspaper.” Angel watched as in split seconds the woman of confidence turned into the young girl he knew she was and he smiled gently as she turned away from him. He reached out to grab her arm. “No, please. It’s okay.” “What?” Buffy couldn’t believe he was touching her arm. She felt like her limb was on fire and she found herself craving more of it. And she still couldn’t believe that she had strutted right up to him in her little apron no doubt and blurted out the stupidest thing she possibly could have. And what was more surprising was the fact that he had actually appeared sorry, when she had been the rude one. “It’s okay... really. Would you like to sit?” Angel motioned to the empty chair opposite him, smiling up at her. Buffy felt like her knees were jelly and she immediately said the first thing that came to her mind. “I have to go to work,” she said dazedly. She saw disappointment flicker in her eyes and she wanted to kick herself. Here she was, being asked to sit with the man she had been dreaming about, and she declined. She wanted to die on the spot as his hand left her arm and he nodded. “Okay.” Angel couldn’t ignore the slight anger he felt. How could she say no? As his mind whirled, he could only chalk it up to the lack of sleep he had been getting and he stood, simultaneously causing her to step back away from him. “I guess I’ll go.” Buffy watched as he left, throwing away his coffee cup. Turning back around to the table he had been sitting at, she looked over her shoulder and watched as he got in his beautiful car and drove away.
“Holy fuck.” Willow snapped her head to Buffy. “What did you just say?” “He’s here again!” Buffy whispered miserably as she watched Angel come into the door again. Dodging into the backroom, pulling Willow with her, she peeked through the door and watched as he got his coffee and sat down, as he always had. “Buffy,” Willow said, exasperated. “You should just go talk to the guy.” “What?” Buffy demanded, turning her attention back to the redhead. “Are you crazy in the head there, Will? No way in hell am I talking to him again. Did you see the horrible excuse I had for talking last time?” Willow shook her head in annoyance. She had seen. And she had heard. And she knew that that guy wouldn’t be coming in for coffee still if he didn’t want anything to do with her. And she would be damned if she would just sit back and watch. “Go talk to him,” Willow said forcefully. “There’s hardly anyone in here anyway and it’s not like you’ll get fired. I’ll cover the register for you and even buy you a chocolate muffin later if you just go talk to him!” Buffy found herself speechless. Was this her Willow Rosenberg, pushing her to go sit with an obviously older guy. As her mind began to accept, she readily pushed the thought away. “No way,” Buffy said, looking out at him. She couldn’t help but notice the tight jeans and t-shirt, the way all his clothing seemed to just hug his body. Rolling her eyes, Willow opened the door. “Then come out and work and earn some money! If you can’t have the hot guy who always comes in here, for you if you ask me, then who’s to say that you can’t at least buy some nice shoes?” Buffy laughed. “Fine. But I’m not talking to him.” “Nice shoes...”
“I like your car.” Angel looked up at the small voice and found himself staring into hazel depths. He grinned. It had taken three days for her to finally come talking to him again. He had noticed that she studiously seemed to be avoiding him and he didn’t mind. He knew that she probably felt a little embarrassed. But that wouldn’t stop him from what he continued to want. “Thanks. It gets me by.” Buffy raised her eyebrows and stared at him. The napkins in her hand she had planned on using as a reason to come over were forgotten as she looked into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure it’d get anybody by.” Angel chuckled at her sarcasm and motioned to the seat once more across from him. “Would you like to sit this time?” Buffy blushed at his choice of words and nodded. Sitting down, she looked at the newspaper in his hands. “Stocks?” “Yeah... boring stuff, though.” “I’m sure... so, what do you do?” Angel ignored her question. “What’s your name?” Buffy smiled shyly, looking down at her hands where she clutched the napkins before meeting his gaze once more. He had long ago folded the newspaper that now rested on the table under his folded hands. “Buffy.” “I like it.” “Yeah, well, you’re not the one who has to live with it.” When he offered her one of his famous half smiles, she blushed. “What’s your name?” “Angel.” “Well... kind of not feeling like I’m the only one anymore.” Angel once more laughed softly. She grinned.
They started dating. Angel would come and pick her up and take her out for dinners or sometimes movies. Nothing glamorous nor too romantic. Every time she was in his presence, she felt like she was so much older and that she was actually allowed to date him. She never told her mother the truth about where she was going and Willow was always there to cover for her. A couple of weeks later, she was in his bed. Buffy promised herself that she would never forget that moment. And she never would. It was four in the afternoon when she finally saw his apartment and four thirty when things began to escalate rather quickly. “You have a great apartment,” Buffy said, moving around and touching the odds and ends he had on bookshelves and pedestals. She noted the large picture window overlooking a lush park and she saw a bird fly by in the afternoon sun. She never felt him coming up behind her until his hands grazed her shoulders. “Thanks. It gets me by.” Buffy giggled at the memory and turned in his arms, bringing his lips to hers. This was all they ever did, was make out and touch each other, never venturing into unknown territory. Winding her arms around his neck, she moaned into his mouth as his arm wound wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him while his hand took it’s rightful place over her breast, his thumb moving to brush against her nipple. Simple things that weren’t too serious. Buffy had been in a serious relationship before. She knew what one could do and not do. This was definitely okay. She felt him cup her breast in his large hand and she arched into him. Buffy didn’t realize he was pushing her back until her knees felt the plush couch the was the centerpiece of the living room. She felt his nimble fingers slip under her shirt as the others played with the buttons to her white blouse, unbuttoning the top four before stopping. She knew that her breasts could be seen for the world and she pulled away. He didn’t miss a beat as his lips moved to attack her neck, pausing over her ear as he flicked his tongue over her earlobe. Buffy shivered. “Are you okay?” Buffy didn’t answer, holding her breath as he began nibbling on her ear. “Buffy?” “Hmmm?” The blonde was in a world of her own as she felt her body surrendering itself to him. She knew that she wouldn’t pull away from him. “Do you want this?” Without hesitation, Buffy nodded with a breathy, “Yes.” Never pausing, Angel pulled away from her and lifted the shirt over her head, ignoring the last buttons. She automatically lifted her arms for easier access. Dropping the cloth to the floor, Angel stared at her chest, watched as her breasts, trapped in a white lace bra, heaved slightly with her quickening breath. Buffy felt a blush coloring her skin as he stared at her and she brought her arms up to cover herself. “No,” Angel said, casting her arms away. “Don’t. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” Buffy smiled shyly, looking down at the floor. She felt him move towards her once more and felt a short cry escape her lips as he gathered her into his arms, settling her one on the soft couch. Buffy began to realize how large the couch had to be in order for both of them to fit, but her mind quickly became blank as he crouched over her, his lips finding her neck once more. Arching into his touch, Buffy felt like flying. He sucked softly at her exposed skin, leaving butterfly kisses along her collarbone. His tongue swept a wet trail of fire down her chest as he softly ordered her to arch her back. She felt one of his hands holding her back higher and the other expertly unclasping her bra. Feeling it loosen over her chest, he sat up over and slowly took of the lacy cloth, watching with shuttered eyes as her heaving breasts came into his view. Buffy felt a hot blush decorate her skin as he gazed down at her and she fought the urge to cover her chest as she had before. She felt unnerved by his stare, yet exhilarated at the same time. But her nervousness and slight embarrassment didn’t go unnoticed by Angel and he seemed to revel in it. Buffy stared at his lips as he finally moved. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled as he reached out a hand to softly touch her right breast. Buffy’s innocence caused her body’s immediate reaction as she arched into his hand, silently pleading with him to touch her more, though she knew she would never voice such things. His fingers continued their exploration, continuing down the swell of her breast and upward towards her rosy nipple that now stood erect in the sunlight. She seemed to be glowing and Angel felt his cock jump in his pants. Buffy closed her eyes as his thumb flicked at her hard bud and she bit back a gasp, wondering if it was something he would be turned off by. She silently cursed her inexperience as she lay beneath him, her body taking on a life of it’s own as his fingers danced over her skin. She couldn’t help her reaction when he softly pinched her nipple, causing her to cry out in pain and new pleasure. Buffy began to open her eyes only to close them again when his hot mouth was suddenly over her breast, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and laving his tongue over it. Pleasure seemed to spiral from her breast and then the other as his hand cupped her forgotten one. Her hands flew up to his head and got lost in his hair as he continued his assault. “Oh, god, Angel,” Buffy gasped. “Don’t stop.” And he didn’t. Not for several minutes as Buffy felt something inside her building. She knew what an orgasm was. She was prone to taking a few minutes to touch herself at times and knew that this was something different. Before she could focus on the oddly placed feeling, she felt Angel stop touching her all together and he pulled away from her, her hands falling to her sides as they fell limp, her nipple growing more erect when the cool air touched where his hot mouth had been.. Her eyes snapped open. Angel immediately stood from the couch and watched closely as a myriad of emotions seemed to pass over Buffy’s face. Hurt, embarrassment, lust and an awfully large dose of innocent confusion at his sudden action. Then he took his shirt off over his head and moved to unbutton his pants, pushing them down his hips, leaving him standing in dark maroon boxers. Buffy smiled in relief and pleasure when he once more settled over her, his mouth finding hers again. She blushed when she felt his immediate arousal against her thigh, but she tamped down the feeling to gasp and turn into the feeling. She was at a loss of what to do and it disturbed her more than anything. With this man, she was completely speechless and so far from her fiery self that Buffy was lost. Until he touched her nose with a soft kiss and gazed into her eyes. “Buffy,” Angel began, then paused. “Tell me you want to leave and I’ll let you. Because if you don’t I’m going to take you right here and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” Buffy raised her eyebrows at his serious tone and knew without a doubt that she wouldn’t be leaving that apartment for a long while if she had anything to do with it. Buffy grinned and her eyes sparkled, making Angel want to rip her remaining clothes off and screw her right then and there. “Shut up, Angel,” she said happily, her lips returning to his as she seemed to glow with a confidence she had not earlier had. Angel did just that and kissed her back. They kissed for a long moment before Angel’s hands began their exploration once more. Sliding one down her side, pausing to fondle her breast once more before continuing, her leaned against his other elbow so as to not crush her. His long fingers grazed her taut stomach before resting at the hem of her flowery skirt. Then he slipped them in and she felt a fire begin from between her legs. Something she had never experienced when she was by herself. “Buffy,” Angel murmured against her lips as he pushed his digits underneath her panties. Buffy gasped into his mouth as he settled a finger against her vaginal lips, pushing to go deeper. He seemed to slide around easily and she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when he put pressure right where she needed it. Angel smirked against her, feeling her hot honey already soaking his hand. She would be more than ready for him, but he couldn’t help himself as she stroked her clit gently. Buffy broke the kiss and moaned in a strangled tone. He rubbed it more insistently and he felt her hips jerk against his hand from where she laid beneath him. Then he started crawling down her body. Buffy was lost in a haze of pleasure coming from the hard pressure of his hand between her legs that she didn’t immediately notice the absence of his heavy bulk on top of her until she felt his hand move away from her. She then felt his nimble fingers pulling her skirt and panties down in one pull, exposing her completely. A blush of bright red covered her instantly and she moved her hands to cover herself. Angel chuckled, kissing her hands gently before moving them out of the way. “No!” Buffy said, afraid. What if there was something wrong with her? What if he didn’t like it and pushed her away? Buffy knew that she would probably be scarred for the rest of her life if that happened and she felt stark fear course through her. Angel once again chuckled at her before shaking his head instead of responding. Holding her hands on either side of her hips, he knelt down before her and kissed her downy hair softly before moving down further, kissing a line of pleasure as she reached her clit. His tongue flicked out and gave it a languid lick that caused Buffy to jerk her hips against his face insistently. His hands shot out to hold them in place and hers found their way into his hair, moving to hold his face in place as he sucked on her clit gently. She gasped his name, arching her back and fighting the urge to thrust into his face violently. Buffy was surprised at how wonderful it felt to have his tongue on her instead of his fingers. Sensations she had never known pierced her body and she moaned loudly before whimpered for more, for him to stop, then not stop, then his name as he increased his ministrations. He could feel her body shaking as she neared her crisis and he felt the urge to tease her before tamping it down. He sucked against her in a rougher fashion that had Buffy bucking her hips in his hands as she shouted. Then he bit down and Buffy tensed as her orgasm attacked her, rolling through her body. Buffy gasped Angel’s name, her fingers gripping his hair tightly between her fingers as she pushed against his face, her juices soaking him as she rode out her orgasm. Nothing had ever felt as good as that and she yearned for more. With shaky limbs, she released his dark locks and fell completely limp on the couch. Angel leaned over her again, wiping his hand across his face, smearing her juices everywhere. Buffy’s eyes were closed as she smiled dreamily before opening them and kissing him roughly, not mindful of the fact that she could taste herself on his lips. Buffy opened her legs and felt him move to settle between them, resting his narrow hips over hers. She could feel his hard erection through the soft material of his boxers and she unconsciously moved against it, enjoying the soft feeling of his boxer shorts. Angel groaned in her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him, her feet resting against the hollows of his knees. She smiled at the low growl that emanated from his chest and moved from his lips, kissing his jaw. Angel’s hips thrust against her wet sex and she curled her toes at the hardness being pressed to her. Knowing what was to come and praying that it didn’t hurt, Buffy stroked his back, her fingers grazing his boxers softly before dancing away as they kissed once more, his hips starting a small thrust against her already. She felt anticipation and fear at the same time and felt adrenaline rush through her. Angel wondered how long it would take for him to finally break down and take her with all he had. But he knew he had to be gentle with her. He could only assume that she was still a virgin. He felt honored and bit horrified that he was to be her first. But all thoughts flew from his mind as she clutched him tighter. Buffy felt him move to remove his boxers and she helped enthusiastically, her hand pushing them down with his. Buffy pushed them down to his knees with her feet and felt a hot liquid leak down her thigh where his thick cock was resting. It caused her to shiver at the temperature differences. Then Angel had her hand captured in his and moved it between them. His eyes were shut as he moved to wrap her hand around his throbbing dick. Buffy gasped and moved to shake her head when he whispered,” Shh. It’s okay. Just touch it.” After a moment of hesitation, Buffy wrapped her fingers around his thickness and gasped at how large it was. She had a fleeting thought to how he would fit inside her before he covered her hand and helped her move. He moaned, letting his head fall to the hollow at her neck where he began sucking at her jugular. Arching into his mouth from where he still lay huddled over her, Buffy stroked him a bit harder, squeezing her fingers around him. He shuddered and groaned against her neck before ripping her hand away and pinning beside her head. “Condom,” he rasped in a husky voice, his hand flying to his pants. Finding the desired pocket, he ripped open the package with his teeth and sat up, quickly rolling the rubber on as if he had done it a million times. Then he was over her again and he had her pinned to the couch, his breathing heavy as he seemed to be pacing himself. Thinking that she had done something wrong when he pulled away, Buffy moved to speak only to be met with his lips as he positioned his hips over hers. She could feel his cock resting against her and she couldn’t really tell the difference after he had put the condom on, thrusting her hips into him as he rested the mushroom head at the entrance to her tight hole. Angel met her gaze. “This is going to hurt,” he whispered and Buffy nodded, trying to mentally build a wall to the pain. That was until he started slowly inching inside of her and she gasped as waves of horrible pain washed over her. This was worse than when she had broken her leg during a gymnastics routine when she had been younger, even worse when she had sprained her wrist the following year. She felt like he was tearing her from the inside out and she let out a sharp cry as he continued further, pushing and ripping a barrier that had barred him from entering her further. Fighting the urge to cry though the tears welled up underneath her eyelids, Buffy bit her bottom lip as he was finally seated entirely within her. Her body was still accommodating to his width when he began to pull back out. Buffy clawed at his back to stop him, unwilling to go through the horrible pain again. “Shhh,” Angel said soothingly into her ear, running his hand through her damp hair a couple of times. “It’s okay. It gets better.” It took several minutes of shallow thrusts for Buffy to finally begin to find a little pleasure in the act. Before she knew it, her small hips were rising against his slightly as he thrust a bit deeper. She gasped from pleasure instead of pain and Angel took that as a sign. Putting more force behind his thrusts, he pushed her deeper into the couch as Buffy began a small chant of loud moans and gasps. She whimpered his name after what seemed like an eternity of small thrusts before she exploded around him, her vaginal walls fluttering around his still hard member. Angel gritted his teeth as Buffy arched into him once more, his hips never stopping. As she finally calmed, her hot juices running from between her legs, he began to thrust harder, causing his little blonde to gasp in pain and pleasure as he lightly hit her pelvic bone. “Angel,” she whispered before taking up her earlier chant as she continued to build once more. Angel grunted in her hair as he muscles unconsciously clenched around him and he moaned loudly at the tightness of her small hole. Virgins were amazing. Moments later, Buffy had risen her legs higher around his hips and was shouting, “Don’t stop! Please... don’t stop... yes... yes yes yes....” Then she exploded once more, her orgasms shooting through her like a firecracker as Angel immediately followed, shooting his hot seed into the condom he wore before he slumped over her. Buffy panted heavily against his shoulder and finally realized that she had dug her nails into his back so hard that she had left deep little half-moon marks. Angel was breathing heavily against her ear and she relaxed beneath him, basking in her climax. They laid that way for what seemed like forever before Angel finally stirred. Rising up on shaky arms, he pulled free from her and walked into the bathroom where he promptly removed the condom, having pulled his boxers up. Buffy sat up on the couch,, crossing her arms over her chest in a protective manner, wincing at the incredible soreness coming from between her legs as well as small pains in muscles she never honestly knew she had. And then Angel was sitting next to her once more and his hands were rubbing up and down her back gently as he whispered in her ear, “You were beautiful, Buffy. Fantastic. You’re so gorgeous...” Basking in what she could only interpret as satisfaction, Buffy leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
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