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 R E P U T A T I O N S O F T H E W I C K E D S E R I E S B Y B R E P A R T T W O The fact that she wasn’t in her own bed, with her husband who would usually be rolling over to greet her with sex, should have startled her awake. But she kept her eyes closed. She was tired. More so than usual. Her eyes were still heavy and she felt an unpleasant pain in her feet every time she moved them. Wiggling her toes, she found herself still wearing the shoes she had had on last night. And the skirt. But everything else was gone as her naked skin rubbed against the soft sheets cradling her. Still unwilling to open her eyes, Buffy breathed in. The smell of an unfamiliar scent of mixed cologne and aftershave still didn’t give her cause for alarm. It was as if she always woke this way. There was a pleasant humming coming from the pit of her stomach and Buffy rolled onto her back, running her fingers over the exposed skin. The fact that she never slept without her shirt on when with Riley didn’t make it’s way into her mind as she continued her exploration. There was an interesting numbness that seemed to rain on her body, something familiar with soreness but she felt much more taken with the pleasing pleasure. Rolling her head from side to side, she didn’t feel the person in the bed beside her move towards her, still asleep. His chin bumped into her head lightly, not hard enough to wake him but painful enough to make Buffy’s eyes snap open in shock. What the hell was going on? Her eyes instantly roamed the room she was in. The sun seemed to make everything glow from the large windows on almost every wall. This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t Riley she was sleeping next to. That thought was made more concrete as the man next to her cuddled up against her side, seeming to bury his face in her hair. Buffy immediately stiffened when he sighed against her ear, ignoring the shivers cascading down her body at his cool breath. Closing her eyes, she didn’t move as he fell into a deeper sleep and as her mind began replaying the images of the night before. They came to his place. They fucked on this very bed. And God help her if it wasn’t the most amazing sex she had ever had. The feel of him thrusting into her had made her feel so complete in such a strange way. She remembered coming. She remembered him groaning against her neck. She also remembered feeling completely and totally relaxed enough to just pass out. Something she had never done. She never slept over. Ever. It was one of her unwritten rules. Never sleep over. Never kiss. Never, never, never... It was just something she never did. And here she was passing out all over his bed. He had probably been pissed about it... for sure. Who wouldn’t be? she thought. But then she imagined she wouldn’t be feeling his hard body pressed up against hers in a not-so-bad way. It wasn’t unpleasant but merely... bizarre. It was something she wasn’t used to, but something she knew she could rather easily get used to. And that thought scared her. That thought stirred her into action. The realization that she was actually contemplating getting used to something with a man she barely knew scared her. It scared her for Riley. Riley. “Oh, God,” Buffy whispered as it hit her like a ton of bricks. She wasn’t home right now. Where he probably was wondering where the hell she had gotten off to. Oh, if only he knew... Buffy moved slightly and felt the man’s arms, Angel if she remembered correctly, loosen as she moved to get free. She pulled her hair free and felt a small throbbing in the back of her head from the alcohol. She also felt his hardening erection as she moved against it, unable to do anything else. She had to leave... fast. “Are you leaving?” Buffy froze, halfway out of the bed, some of her body still glued to the side of the man she had fucked. Or, in this case, she thought, he fucked me. “Yes,” Buffy said, her voice barely audible. She looked over her shoulder to see him staring at her, his arm still wrapped around her middle, his hand resting over her stomach. She thought she could literally see his look get more intense. “Stay,” he said softly. He didn’t really give himself much chance to think it over. He did want her to stay. Apparently a night of sleep next to this amazing woman, who’s entire demeanor was changing before his eyes, had changed his view on certain things. He couldn’t deny the fact that the small blonde in his arms was amazingly beautiful and gifted in bed. What was one little affair in the grande scheme of things? “I can’t,” Buffy choked out, half in shock and half in humiliation as she remembered her husband sitting at home, most likely wondering when she would be home to do the laundry. “Why not?” “I just can’t.” Buffy stood quickly, disentangling her limbs from his so she stood over the bed. She didn’t stay there long as she moved over to her tank top that laid on the floor. Ignoring the strong ache in her feet, she stood, slipping her tank over her head, covering her breasts and her bare back from where he could see. She moved quickly and with a purpose. She had to get out. She never slept over. She couldn’t seem to get that one thought out of her head. She never slept over. How could se be so stupid? What would happen if her husband found out about this little... whatever it was that she did when she left at night. She just didn’t know what she would do if whenever he looked at her, he would only see a slut... which she was. Feeling emotionally raw and open, Buffy wrapped her arms around her middle and turned to the man, shuttering her face from her internal conflict. Enough time for that later. She straightened her back but didn’t cease her unconscious attempt at protecting herself from emotional and mental pain. “Thanks,” she said, her tone uncertain. “It was fun.” His expression was blank and he acted indifferent as he stood from his low mattress, dragging the sheet behind him as he moved to her. His tone had icy undercurrents as he spoke, causing Buffy to take a step back. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice. “It was fun.” Buffy nodded before turning around and leaving the apartment. As she closed the door behind her, she sighed in half-hearted relief as she felt a twinge of loss as she remembered the intense feelings from the night before. Never had she felt this discombobulated after such an encounter. Never had she felt the deep confusion and sudden loneliness as she did at that moment. Shaking her head and suppressing the shudder that threatened to overtake her body, Buffy forced her feet forward. Now wasn’t the time. It would never be the time. As she finally reached the main floor and exited the building, she squinted against the bright sunshine and looked around her. Knowing that she never brought her cell phone when she went out, she ignored her car for the moment when she spotted the payphone on the corner of the street across from where she stood. Briskly crossing the street, she entered the phone booth and closed the folding door behind her.
Angel felt like punching a wall. So much for the whole not-getting-connected-in-a-relationship-sort-of-way thing. That went to hell the minute he awoke this morning to the feeling of the small blonde climbing from his bed, her intent obvious. Anger boiled up within his chest and he held in the urge to throw the chair that happened to be sitting next to him. Taking a deep, hopefully calming, breath, Angel moved to his closet where he pulled out a sweater and a pair of jeans. Throwing the sheet down onto the floor and shoving his clothes on, feeling his hunger growl at him, he moved to the door where he wrenched it open before spotting a small black bundle on his floor. Snapping his head back, Angel practically growled when he saw it was Buffy’s keys. He didn’t feel like seeing the woman he barely knew right now, not when she had denied staying with him. “Dammit, Angel, stop being such a fucking pussy. She did exactly what you wanted her to do. Get up and leave. Now just go down and give her the fucking keys so you can get on with your pathetic life.” He didn’t feel much better. Bending down and scooping up her keys, Angel moved to go downstairs where he assumed he would find her.
No one was answering. Which was odd. Buffy furrowed her brow as the phone rang again. Once more hearing the answer machine pick up, she opted to not leave a message again as she hung the phone up. Sighing in worry and frustration, Buffy pushed her emotional trauma from her mind as she picked the phone up one last time, calling Riley’s office collect. It rang exactly four times before she heard his secretary pick up, having accepted the call. Buffy glowered at her perky voice. “It’s Buffy, Judy, can I speak to Riley, please?” “Oh,” Judy said on the other side, her voice small. She seemed confused and at a loss for words for a second. “I’m sorry, Buffy, but Mr. Finn has gone on a business trip to New York... I’m terribly sorry.” “He... left?” Buffy asked, feeling half of her fear and irrational mental turmoil suddenly dwindle. Riley wasn’t at the house. Riley wasn’t worrying. “Yes, I thought you knew. He came in very early this morning and then left.” “Oh... thank you.” Buffy felt very far away. She felt even a bit more lost than she had before. “Have a good day!” Buffy hung the phone up and stared at her car across the street, still parked in front of the mystery man’s apartment. She had no doubt that she would race back up those stairs and beg him to take her, the consequences be damned. This man had made her feel things no other could and she wondered for a split second if that was, well, a good thing. Was this the man she had been searching for? Shaking her head in immediate denial, Buffy pushed the door back open and left the booth. Damn him, Buffy cursed as she crossed the street once more. There wasn’t supposed to be a man out there. A man who could make her every wish and fantasy come true. It just seemed to go against the natural laws of everything she had previously wanted to stand for. But then she couldn’t deny whatever had happened last night. Whatever it was, it had been wonderful. And she felt a little scared. What was happening to her? Buffy walked up to her car and pulled on the handle. It was locked. Oh, keys... Yes, keys would be a good thing. And then Buffy remembered she didn’t have pockets. Her skirt was pocketless. Oh, god, Buffy thought, they’re upstairs... with him. Buffy sat down on the curb next to her car, curling her legs underneath her, not feeling the energy to go back up there and ask him politely to fetch her keys. She was so stupid. She slept over and left her keys up there. Someone was telling her something and she didn’t know if she liked it. “Looking for these?” Buffy inhaled sharply, standing quickly as she turned to face the voice, causing her to lose her balance as she stumbled forward, only to be caught in some nicely defined arms, just as she remembered from the night before. The arms that she had dug her nails into... such nice arms... “Whoa, there, don’t fall.” Buffy looked up and found herself unable to look away as she fell into the deep ocean that was his eyes. His arms seemed to squeeze her a bit more tightly and Buffy fought the urge to pull herself up into his arms and press her lips to his. Those were nice lips... No! Never kiss. Never, never, never... “Thanks,” Buffy muttered before pushing herself away and righting herself once more. She unconsciously ran her hands over her body in an attempt to straighten her clothes. “What... did you say?” Angel dangled the keys between his fingers next to his head and raised an eyebrow. “Your keys. You left them upstairs.” Buffy sighed and groaned at the same time. He brought her keys down. It was sweet yet annoying at the same time. Damn him. Buffy held her hand out. “Thank you.” Angel slowly placed them in her hands. What a strange girl she was. The night before he remembered what he could only describe as a vixen. A woman not to be messed with. Here before him stood a more innocent version of that woman as he gently placed the keys in her soft hand. His skin brushed against hers and he watched as she stiffened. She had some incredibly soft skin... “No problem,” he said. Their hands didn’t move. They both hovered in the air as they barely touched, but enough to leave a significant impact on the other. Buffy felt her breath hitch. He had amazing hands... she could only imagine what he could do with those... amazing hands... There was no one else on the street around them, the early hour mostly to blame. While the sun shone down on them, they both stared at the other, unable to look away. What the hell was happening? Neither knew and neither seemed to care. Buffy didn’t know what to do. She wanted more than anything to ask the man before her to politely take her back upstairs where he could screw her all the live long day but felt her mind decline. The unwritten laws... remember... but, there were so many and he had such nice... limbs... Angel stepped forward and he watched as her eyes grew wide. He almost smirked at her amusingly shy innocence. Where was the experienced woman from the night before? He didn’t care as long as she just came back upstairs and crawled back into bed with him, whether to have some incredible sex or literally sleep, he didn’t care as long as she just went up those stairs and into his apartment. “Stay,” he said in a low voice. Buffy almost shook her head in denial. But then there was nothing holding her back now. Riley wasn’t at home, wondering where his cheating wife was. He was on some business trip and probably wouldn’t be back for quite some time, like every other trip he always took. It would be so easy to say yes... to agree and go with him... “What?” she breathed as he took a step closer, his hand suddenly encasing hers gently before running up the length of her arm. “Stay,” Angel said in a firmer voice. He thought he could see her struggling with her answer. He wondered how much coercing it would take for her to come back with him. “Okay.” Buffy blurted her consent quickly and with an unsure tone. Angel raised his eyebrows in surprise before a satisfied grin replaced it. “Good,” he said. Buffy nodded, her fingers turning white from where they were clutching the keys. Uncertainty whirled in her mind as he finally took her hand, easing her keys from her. There was an awkward pause as she wondered what he was doing once again. “I’m hungry,” he said bluntly. “Do you want to go get some breakfast?” “Uh... yeah, sure.” Angel nodded. “Do you want to drive? Or should I?” Buffy felt a giggle rise in her throat. Her, drive? Right now? She would probably kill them. “You can... if you want.” He nodded once more and turned away from her, walking towards his building once more. “We’ll take my car, if that’s okay.” Buffy nodded and skittered after him, her hands coming up to her middle. What’s wrong with me? Buffy asked herself as she followed the man she barely knew to his car where they would go to breakfast. Why am I acting this way? Why am I not cool, calm, collected... other c-words... God, I hate this feeling... Neither spoke as they entered the semi-underground garage under his apartment building and climbed into his black convertible where he started the car. He dropped her keys into the cup holder under the radio as he buckled his seatbelt and put the car into drive before exiting the garage, not waiting for to do the same. But she did. Several minutes passed as Buffy looked out her window, the tense air in the car enough to suffocate anyone. She didn’t know what to say. Should she initiate conversation? Should she comment on his car? Should she... oh, say, ask what his favorite sex position was because that was the only reason she was in his car, wasn’t it? She didn’t have to wait long for him to finally speak for her. “What would you like to eat?” Angel asked, looking over at the blonde in his car. Her protective posture wasn’t lost on him and he felt confused. What was going on? While most of his experience with her was based on what was supposed to be a one-night stand, he had assumed that she would be a bit more receptive than this. She reminded him of a lost little girl who didn’t know who he was and didn’t know what to do with the situation she had been shoved into. Buffy shrugged. “I don’t care. You can choose.” “How about McDonald’s?” Angel asked, only half-joking as they drove by the Taco Bell that stood next to the large white building. He looked over and saw her nod. “That’s fine.” “Okay...” It took them exactly ten minutes to go through the drive through, get their meals and sit in the car as they ate. Neither of them spoke once more as they ate in silence. Angel wondered if this was such a good idea. Buffy thought about her unwritten rules and how this encounter was throwing them out the window onto the invisible street where they would surely get run over by a lot of invisible eighteen wheelers. That’s how she felt at the moment as she took the final bite of her hash brown. She swallowed her coffee that was too hot before setting her trash into the empty brown bag they had gotten their food in. They sat in the parking lot. Angel looked over at her and saw her staring at her nails as she rubbed her finger over them. “So...” Buffy looked up. Neither knew what to say? What had happened to the people they had been the night before? They were strangers and were planning on going back to his place to have sex. It should have been easier than it seemed at the moment. Buffy wondered how you exactly said, ‘Let’s go back to your place and do this sex thing’. Buffy risked a glance over at the male sitting next to her. “Do you want to... go back to your place?” Angel nodded and started his car. “Yeah.” This should have been easier, Angel knew that. It should have been as simple as turning the key in the ignition but it wasn’t. He knew he was making it harder than necessary but her attitude wasn’t exactly helping. As he drove back to the apartment, Angel spared a couple of glance at her. She was looking forward. He missed the glances she stole of him. As he parked in the garage, shut the engine off and got out of the car, both sets of keys in his hand, he thought about what he was getting himself into. How did he do this? Why had he invited her back up there? Probably because she was quickly becoming one of his best sex partners and was beautiful as hell and wasn’t interested in an emotional relationship. Yes, that was why but then how come they were both so... awkward with each other, as if they were in a relationship? As Angel climbed the steps to his apartment, Buffy behind him, he continued to ponder his self-asked questions before reaching the door. Producing his keys, he went to unlock the door before pausing. Buffy noticed. “Is something wrong?” Buffy asked, moving to peer over his shoulder. “Yeah, there is,” Angel replied, turning around to face her. He narrowed his eyes. “What is this? I mean, the way you’re acting, the way I’m acting... is this such a good idea?” Buffy was taken aback by his questions. “What do you mean?” “What I’m saying is that you’re completely different from the person you were last night and I’m just... confused, I guess... Is this really a good idea?” Buffy shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re the one who asked me to stay.” “Yeah, I did,” Angel countered. “I asked the woman who I met before to stay.” “What are you saying? You’re not interested anymore? Should I just go on ahead and leave?” Angel sighed. “No, I’m not saying that. I’m just wondering if this is a good idea.” “You do realize that you make absolutely no sense... whatsoever,” Buffy said, tilting her head forward as if speaking to a young child. “Let me make it clear... I want this... do you?” Buffy was once again taken aback. Did she? Swallowing, she allowed her eyes to wander over his body and noticed the way he didn’t move, in defense nor pride. He just stood there, waiting for her answer. She opened her mouth to speak only to close it. Then she rolled her eyes at herself. “Yes,” she said, realizing the truth. She did want him. She did want to feel his hard length inside her once more, but not if it meant costing her something she was sure wasn’t for sell. “But this is not a relationship. It won’t become a relationship. This is a ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ type of deal. The only time.” Angel nodded. “That was my thinking. Glad that we have that cleared up.” Buffy nodded in return. “No kissing, either.” Angel turned to push his key in the lock and open the door. “Yeah, I remember.” They both entered. Angel closed the door behind him, turning the lock in the door as he stared at her back before she turned around. Their eyes met. Both of their faces were expressionless as Angel advanced slowly. Buffy watched as he approached. His arms reached forward, grasping her waist, and then paused. Buffy pushed a teasing smile on her face. “Well... what are you waiting for?” She turned on him again. Angel realized that she was once more the wild vixen from the night before, the woman whom had caught his attention in the bar. She managed to transform into a sexy, wanton female before his eyes and his cock instantly hardened. Angel gave her a half smile, not responding. His hands moved up from where they had circled her trim waist, tracing her ribs gently before cupping her breasts. She sighed softly and her eyes fluttered ever so slightly. His hands moved further down until they reached under her tank, touching her soft, golden skin. Buffy lifted her arms instantly as he pulled the material over her head, leaving her topless. Tossing the shirt to the side as she shook her head from her face and moved so her hands were around his neck, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, his tongue darting out to lave her delicate skin. Buffy gasped as his blunt teeth bit down softly. As he moved down, his actions getting slower and slower, Buffy realized that he was going to take his time. Make everything slow and what she could only assume intensely pleasurable. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t do slow. It reminded her of her husband and how this act was only solidifying her title as a slut. It sickened her when she thought of how Riley would react if he found out about her nightly exploits. “No,” Buffy gasped as he finally reached her nipple, his lips pulling the hard nubbin into his mouth. “Angel,” she choked out, his name falling from her lips for the first time as his small administrations sent little shocks directly to her core. “No.” Angel pulled his head back. “What? What’s wrong?” “No,” Buffy breathed, feeling relief that he had finally stopped. Looking at him, she didn’t move to cover herself, but pushed him towards his bed. “Not slow. Fast... I need fast.” Angel looked confused for a moment before he realized that it was probably for the best. Nodding his head, Angel felt his legs hit the bed and he sat down, grabbing her waist. “Okay. Fast works for me.” Buffy nodded. “Good.” “But,” Angel said, his arms suddenly wrapping around her waist and pulling her to him, falling back and rolling over so she was trapped beneath. “We do it my way.” “Whatever works,” Buffy groaned, spreading her legs and bringing them up to circle his hips, her heeled feet resting on his clothed calves. Angel’s hand moved towards his night stand in search of a condom once more as his lips attacked her neck, this time leaving her no mercy as he sucked roughly, causing her to cry out loudly. His fingers grazed one of the packages and he stretched his arm farther to reach it. Grasping it between his digits, he brought it to his mouth and tore into it with his teeth, his mouth leaving Buffy’s neck for a couple of seconds. Sitting up, Angel began unbuttoning his jeans as he looked over her, pushing the hard material down his legs leaving him naked from the waist down. Buffy didn’t need to be told to get ready as she pulled her skirt higher up her body. She once again watched as he stroked his already hard dick before slipping the condom on. Buffy allowed him a smile as he moved back over her, his large hands gripping her outer thighs as he pulled her legs farther up. “Fast.” “Fast,” Buffy agreed as she felt his long fingers flick over her clit. How’d they get there? she thought absently as he pushed a finger into her tight hole. Then all thoughts were removed from her head as she pushed his thumb against her clit. “Yes,” she hissed. “Right there...” “Fast,” Angel muttered softly before removing his hand and pulling himself back up, his hand snatching out to grab one of his pillows. “Ready?” Buffy nodded frantically from where she had been laying, wondering what he was doing. Then she felt his hands push her legs up towards her chest as he draped himself over her, having slipped the pillow under her hips. Her calves were pressed against his broad shoulders as he braced himself before thrusting into her. Buffy cried out, arching her hips into his as her back bowed like a bow as well as it could in her position. “Yes!” she shouted as he pulled back out and pushed into her once more, folding his knees to give himself better leverage as he began a steady rhythm, her hips moving slightly against his own. “Oh, yes...” Buffy’s mouth dropped open and she closed her eyes as she let herself go, surrendered her mind to her body and let the wonderful sensations wash over her. It was incredible and she felt his hard cock rubbing inside her so clearly that everything seemed to make sense in that moment. It continued, their quick and relentless coupling, the bed shaking against the wall as he pounded into her. Buffy’s nails dug into his arms as she opened her eyes every few moments to stare up at the ceiling or his face before closing again and letting a sigh loose. Then her legs got tighter, her hips rose more frantically and Angel knew she was near her crises. She gasped his name before pleading for him to not stop as she clenched her teeth. A few seconds later, she erupted and clung to him as her orgasm washed over her. She screamed, her head lifting off the bed as she closed her eyes, her body taut with pleasure. Angel’s hips never slowed as he released a sharp cry as her walls clenched around him. He lost all control as she came again and his lower body had only one goal. Angel curled his fingers into the sheets around her head as she arched her hips into his, her orgasm washing over her once more as he too reached completion, shooting his hot cum into the tight condom. Angel yelled out in a low voice as he slumped over her body, her legs moving off his shoulders and down to rest on his bent arms as his head fell against her chest, his forehead resting in the valley between her breasts. Pleasant shivers rained through Buffy’s body and she rolled her head to the side, her eyes half-closed as she felt her limbs shaking from the exertion and sheer pleasure. Sighing and moaning at the same time, Buffy closed her eyes completely. “Mmm,” she hummed. She felt a small rumble come from the man on top of her and she shifted her body, getting more comfortable. He lifted his head. “Oh, no you don’t,” he said in what she thought of as a teasing voice. Her eyes shot open. “What?” “You can’t fall asleep on me again,” he said, lifting himself up and off of her, rising on unsteady arms. Buffy relaxed her legs as she lifted her hips slight to remove the pillow from underneath her lower back. She smiled slightly. “I didn’t fall asleep...” she countered in what she hoped was an angry voice as a pleasant numbness appeared between her legs. Angel laughed, not replying as he walked into the bathroom, disposing of the condom. What had been an intense sexual encounter had left him drained as well as he felt a dull ache in his lower back and upper legs. He had clenched his body so tightly when he felt her first orgasm, he was sure he would break. Looking into the mirror, Angel stared at his rumpled reflection. He was slightly flushed and his hair was sticking up in odd directions. What now? he asked himself. Does she leave? Does he ask her to leave? Yeah, like last night went so well in that department. Hearing small thumps coming from the other side of the door, Angel sighed softly and removed his sweater, grabbing a pair of boxers from his clean laundry basket, the one that had been sitting there since Friday. Cleaning off his limp member, he slipped the boxers on and opened the door, preparing himself for the worst. He had expected her to be getting dressed. He had expected her to not be there. He had even prepared himself for her demanding money. He had not expected her to still be in his bed, her heels lying on the floor next to the mattress and her chest rising and falling with deep breaths as she slept. No, he had definitely not been expecting that. Furrowing his brow and wondering why he didn’t just wake her and toss her out, Angel approached the bed and watched her. She was laying out on her back, her hair fanned out against the pillow, her cheeks rosy. Her breasts were heavy against her chest as she breathed in and he allowed himself a small smile. Shaking his head at what he was about to do, Angel leaned down and grasped her hip in his hand, rolling her slightly to the side. Reaching behind her, he unzipped the tiny zipper of her skirt before letting her roll onto her back once more. Tugging lightly, he pulled it down gently as to not wake her. Slipping the material past her feet, he noticed that her toe nails were painted a light pink. Shaking his head at the absurdity of his actions, he threw his earlier rules through his mental window as he crawled into the bed, gathering the crumpled sheet at the bottom of the bed and covering them both. Laying on his side facing her, Angel stared at her peaceful face before drifting to sleep, the entire time noticing how lovely she looked when she was free and uncaring, as she was when in deep slumber.
Buffy awoke to the heavy bulk of a large man towering over her, his heavy cock sliding in and out of her slick hole. Not waking fully, nor allowing her mind to full comprehend the fact, she arched her body against his, spreading her legs farther apart, her eyes staying closed. “Yes...” she whispered. “Yes.” Angel smiled. He was tired. He had slept for only four hours before waking and coming face to face with the beautiful blonde who had yet to leave his bed. Not that he minded. The sight of her tangled in his sheets her dusky nipples visible through cotton making him almost instantly hard. He had pulled out a condom, rolled her onto her back and parted her legs only to find her already wet and ready. She had yet to wake fully, but that didn’t matter to him. She was just as gorgeous and willing to receive pleasure half asleep as she was when she was fully awake. Leaning on his elbows, Angel brought his lips to her collarbone, licking a hot trail up her neck towards her ear where he bit her earlobe gently. She hissed against his skin as he whispered harshly into her ear, “Fast?” Buffy instantly responded and he was honestly surprised when she shook her head ‘no’. “Slow,” she whimpered, bringing her feet up to circle his waist where she placed her bare feet on his ass. “Yesss... slow...” Angel slowed and pumped into her with an odd sort of tenderness as she dug her nails into his back, moaning her approval. Once again, she had changed and Angel wondered if this was the real Buffy. Or maybe she was dreaming. Dreaming of someone else. “Angel,” she hissed, a deep moan escaping her throat and Angel felt a jolt race through his body as she said his name. She recognized him. It was him giving her the pleasure and she knew it. It turned him on to know that. Picking up his pace, Angel created a hard rhythm that had her mewling against his skin and thrashing underneath him. She moaned loudly as she approached her release before screaming out her pleasure as she came, her clenching walls grasping his hard cock, causing him to come with hitched breaths, blowing some of her blonde stands away from her neck. Buffy sighed his name before falling deeper into her sleep, her arms cradling his head against her neck as her legs relaxed. Moving slightly, Angel settled against her, allowing his eyes to close. Five minutes later, he gently unfastened her arms and untangled his limbs from hers as he stood. Disposing of his condom and cleaning up before slipping his boxers back on, he returned to the bed. Sliding underneath the sheets, he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to his sleep, never feeling her leg toss over his.
The sun was bright and in her eyes. Or so it felt. Opening her eyes on instinct, Buffy brought a hand to face to block the harmful rays as she dug her face into the pillow she laid on. She had a few more minutes of peace before her eyes snapped open again, regardless of the sun and darted over the room she was in, squinting. She was still here. With Angel. And they were tangled. Ohgodohgodohgod, she whispered in her mind as she looked down as best she could. Her leg was tossed over his where he lay on his back. His right arm was splayed across her hip, holding her to him. She was crushing her self against his arm as they slept. No longer. Get up, get out. Get up, get out, Buffy told herself as she gently removed his hand from her body and relieved his legs of hers. Slipping out from underneath the sheets, she managed to get free from the bed without waking him up. Looking around the room for her skirt and shirt, she spotted them and quickly slipped them on, bending down to grab her heels. A moment of panic attacked her before she found her keys resting next to his on a chair next to the door. Grabbing them gently, she looked back to see if he had woken up. He was silent as could be. Ignoring the pang of sudden loss, such as she had felt the first time she had left here, Buffy opened the front door and closed it softly behind her, walking quietly to her car and starting the engine, her mind blank as she drove back to her home.
Angel rolled over. His arm shot out in search of his bed occupant only to find himself alone in his bed. His eyes snapped open and he searched the room, thinking that she had just gotten up to go to the bathroom or do something as generic as that. But she was nowhere to be found. Nor were her clothes and keys. “Fuck,” Angel growled under his breath, falling back to the pillows, instantly hating how affected he was by her missing presence. It was a horrible feeling that he wasn’t used to. But what did he honestly expect? A relationship? Hadn’t that been what he was avoiding? He had craved a simple one night stand type of deal that could erase Faith’s infidelity and help him move on. Move on he had. Just not the way he had hoped. Throwing his arm over his eyes, Angel sighed deeply. It was over. It had been a magnificent day. Having sex and sleeping. Shouldn’t that be what every man dreamed for? Especially with her? Angel couldn’t help but remember how well she fit him, especially when she was as responsive as she was their last time together, whispering his name and begging for him to go slow. Breathing in deeply, Angel caught the scent of her perfume. Sighing in frustration, Angel rolled out of bed and stood, heading for the shower.
Buffy couldn’t help but notice how different everything felt. Although she had spent a mere day with some man she barely knew, having sex, she felt like she was a changed woman. When Riley had come home from his business trip, he hadn’t noticed a change. But she didn’t expect him to. She had gone upstairs with him and let him ‘make love’ to her while she lay beneath him, thinking only about one man who wasn’t her husband. And she knew that was the main contributor to her orgasm that night. Riley had later talked of her eagerness and she wondered if he knew that that time she had had an orgasm with him. But not because of him. She couldn’t help but notice the little things. Like the hand brushes from her husband. She missed the raw passion she had felt when she was with Angel. She missed his ability to please her. But mostly she missed the feeling of... belonging? Buffy couldn’t describe it if she tried, and knew that the word belonging probably wasn’t the right choice. But what other word was? What other word described her feelings so perfectly she would weep with joy? Nothing, and that’s how she felt when not in his presence. The overwhelming confusion of the situation was upon her quickly. She wondered how a man she hardly knew at all had such an impact on her while her husband barely made it on the radar sometimes. It confused her and that’s how she found herself driving past Angel’s apartment on a daily basis after the first five of avoiding his place. On the seventh day, she actually got out of the car and made it to the doorway before turning around. On the eighth day, she made it to the stairs, halfway up before turning back around, telling herself she was acting absurdly. That night she had gone out to a bar again, picked up a guy and went back to his place. But she left before anything could happen. It just didn’t feel right and Buffy hated the feeling. On the ninth day, she stood outside his actual door, staring at the small peephole, praying that he was out, praying that he was in, praying he would take her right away, praying he would turn her away... Shaking her head, Buffy turned back around, about to go back to her car when his door opened. She froze. “What are you doing here?” Buffy turned around and found herself less than a foot away from the man she had been obsessing about for the last week. She opened her mouth to speak only to have him shake his head. She closed it immediately. Angel should have been angry. He should have told her to get a life and fuck off, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t get her out of his head and hated that fact, but it was true. Reaching forward, smiling, Angel gripped her by the waist and pulled her towards him where he stepped back and into his apartment. She went willingly. He shut the door.
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