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She had no idea how it happened. All she remembered was she was walking down the street — the deserted street — and the next thing she knew she was sitting tied in a chair, a blindfold over her eyes and the feeling of dread in her chest she just couldn’t manage to get rid of. She had memories of shopping and grabbing lunch with her friends. She had been talking on her cell phone with her boyfriend of three years, Riley Finn, when she heard a squeal of tires. She had looked behind her, down the really deserted street she was walking as a shortcut to her car, when she saw a black van heading to her and a pair of arms reach out and grab her into it. She had squealed in surprise and dropped the phone in her hand as she felt one of her platforms leave her foot and her head hit the side of the sliding door. She had been knocked unconscious from that and never saw the person who had reached for her. And now she probably never would. She could faintly remember hearing Riley’s voice through the phone yelling for her, but to no avail. With a trembled sigh, Buffy Summers’ tears couldn’t be held back as they started trailing down her face. This had never happened to her before. Or to anyone she knew. Of course she had read about such kidnaps in the newspaper and how very few people were actually found alive. Sniffling, Buffy attempted to stop the rivers of salty liquid from going down her round cheeks and tried to put her other senses to use. Breathing in deeply, she faintly smelled a trace of cologne and aftershave. Next to that, she smelled dust and other such things you would smell in an area that had obviously been abandoned for quite some time. But this place was now inhabited and she had no idea with how many other people. Shivering, the small blonde attempted to cross her bare legs only to find them also tied down to the chair’s legs, rope tying them together so she could barely move her ankles. Moving her hands, Buffy grimaced in pain as the roughness of the rope rubbed against the frail skin of her wrist tied behind the chair. Straining her ears, she heard the slight rustle of paper here and there and a fan close by. She felt the breeze slightly and wished that she hadn’t worn the new short skirt she had just bought and the revealing tank top. But Riley loved it when she dressed this way and she couldn’t help but want to impress him, make things more exciting, no matter how much her body screamed for adventure and freedom from the same person. Attempting to move her feet around a bit, she felt the rope rub against her ankles and the toes of her foot that was missing a shoe come into contact with nothing but clean hardwood floor. How long she had been there wasn’t possible for her to comprehend, especially since she couldn’t see the watch on her wrist. Feeling the tears come again, she quietly began to sob, bowing her head down, failing to hear the footsteps that warned that someone had entered the room. Before she knew it, someone quietly whispered into her ear. “Shhh...” Buffy shuddered and felt like she had jumped out of her skin. The warm breath danced on her skin and goosebumps popped up, making her shiver in disgust and feel an intense a need to get away from the person. Quieting her tears, Buffy heard the person’s feet walk over to the other end of the room where rustling of papers became known to her ears. Finding a courage she didn’t know she had, Buffy spoke, though her voice was hoarse and ragged. “Who the hell are you and why am I here?” She could practically feel the smirk in the room. “Someone you don’t know.” “Why did you take me?” she asked smartly, her tongue biting the words in clips in her fit of anger at the sarcasm and mock in the male’s voice. His deep voice made a shiver run up and down her spine and she swallowed hard, a desperate feeling settling into her stomach at the hardness apparent in the voice. “Because that asshole of a boyfriend that you have didn’t realize who the hell he was fucking with when he killed my brother,” was the response she got, the voice hissing in hate and rage. She gasped when she realized that the man had advanced towards her as he finished his sentence, the realization that her perfect boyfriend had actually killed someone settling in. “No...” she whispered. “He would never... He’s not like that...” “Isn’t he?” Buffy winced when she felt his breath on her face. Instead of smelling foul as she had thought it would smell, something that her naive mind had come up with when hearing of such people getting kidnapped, it smelled fresh and like Listerine, like he kept his personal hygiene in check. A tear slid down her cheek, the blindfold slightly damp from her previous tears when she felt his grip take the arms of the chair and shake it slightly. “Do you really know all about your perfect boyfriend’s life, Buffy?” Sucking in some much needed air, Buffy felt her heart and stomach tighten when he said her name. “How do you know my name, you stupid son of a bitch?” The harshness in her tone surprised even her and she felt the man smile. “Oh, c’mon, Buffy, you really didn’t think I just guessed you were his girlfriend, did you?” “How long have you been watching us?” she demanded, feeling disgusted that her privacy had been invaded. “Not us, dear Buffy. You.” She felt her insides twist at the malice in his voice. “I’ve only been watching you ever since I found out that that stupid fuck Finn had killed my brother.” Pausing, she heard him take a breath and kneel in front of her. “Have you ever lost anyone close to you, Buffy? Possibly family? Lost them to some murdering son of a bitch?” He practically spat the words and Buffy felt her throat constrict as more tears threatened to fall. Riley would never do that, would he? It was true, he did keep a lot of his life a secret, but never to the point where he ended up killing someone? No, that wasn’t Riley. That wasn’t the man she thought she loved. Pretended to love... “And that’s why you’re here now. You can blame him when he finds your body...” Buffy cried out in pain as tears fell down her face. Not physical pain, no, but emotional pain. She wasn’t ready to die. She would never be ready to die. She was far too young. There was still so much to explore in the world and in her mind. “No...please, no...don’t...” she whimpered, her lips turning up in a painful pout. “I’ll do anything...just, please...don’t kill me...” The man smirked, placing his hands on her hips, feeling her shudder in obvious revulsion. He didn’t mind. He wasn’t out to make her love him. He only wanted Finn to feel the pain he was feeling. He wanted to see his face when he found his beloved girlfriend lying on the side of a street somewhere in downtown LA, open for all to see, having had her brains fucked the hell out. Revenge would truly never be sweeter. “Is that what you think I’m going to do?” he asked. Buffy stilled. Millions of thoughts swirled in her head and she was completely incapable of stopping them. What did he have in mind? Was he going to rape her? Oh, God... “No...” Buffy whispered, feeling the sudden urge to scream. Opening her mouth, she suddenly felt his hand cover her mouth quickly. Leaning forward, Buffy felt his hot breath against her ear and shuddered. “Do you really think that I would be stupid enough to hide out somewhere where your screams could be so easily heard?” he hissed. Buffy tensed, relieving her throat and concentrating on the fact that she could easily bite him now. Squeezing once for good measure, the man relieved his hold on her, still speaking. “Give me more credit than that, Buffy.” “Stop saying my name like you know me,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. The male smirked and stood before her. “But you do know me, Buffy, remember? That strange man you met a few days ago in that coffee shop down the street? That man who bought you that delicious mocha and who you sat with for two hours, just talking?” Buffy gasped as her mind flew back to that moment. She remembered it perfectly because she had honestly believed that she had met the perfect man. He had been gorgeous beyond belief and had the most perfect build in the world. He had been a god to her and been in a few of her more active fantasies since meeting him. He had been so sweet and kind to her then. What happened? “Angel?” “Ah, you remember me. I’m pleased.” The now identified man knelt before her again. He smiled and got closer to her. “It isn’t you. It can’t be you. You were so...different to me,” she said in a rush, not able to believe it. “I don’t believe you.” “Why are you having so much trouble with that? We barely met and talked a little and you sound like you are in so much disbelief that I have to wonder if there is more there...” His voice was still hard and sarcastic, but now there was a strange softness in the undercurrent of his tone that she could sense and hear. Buffy closed her eyes under the blindfold, feeling her eyes sting from the tears forming there again. Riley had been acting strange lately and ever since meeting this fine specimen of a man, it had revived the want inside of her that she thought was dead. She thought she was stuck with Riley forever. But, there was new hope. She would never let anyone ever know that Riley had been growing boring. His constant need to keep things the same and comfortable was quickly growing annoying and Buffy found herself in her room alone by herself a lot, giving herself the different pleasure she needed. And recently, Angel had been the center of some of her fantasies. But now, everything in her head came to a screeching halt. “Hmm?” Buffy felt his breath on her ear again and this time she shivered with a different feeling. It wasn’t disgust or need. It was something she couldn’t describe. Now that her body knew that this man was the one she had met that day, it was reacting quite differently. And he seemed to notice this. Buffy swallowed roughly, fighting for control over her body. There was something about this man that she couldn’t seem to dwindle. “I don’t believe you,” she said clearly, defiantly, her voice clear of fear, but now filled with confusion and wonder. She honestly believed that he wouldn’t hurt her and her feeling of comfort grew a bit. Angelus Liam heard it and chewed on the inside of his lip a bit before responding. Something changed. Did she really feel anything for him? From the way she had automatically grown more comfortable, it was obvious and the fact that her tone was stronger and less filled with fear and killed hope. “If you don’t believe me... then I’ll take your blindfold off. Would that be enough evidence?” Buffy nodded vigorously and Angel quickly began contemplating whether or not he should. Things were definitely veering off into a different place from where his plan resided. She appeared to have changed. The way she acted told him that she wouldn’t run off. He had thought that she would be scared shitless that she had met the man that held her captive, but instead her attitude had changed. She was now acting as if the mere thought of him had turned her on over the last couple of days. Feeling a manly pride in him, he gave in and removed it from where he stood behind her. Buffy squinted and closed her eyes the minute the piece of cloth had been removed from her eyes. The pain of the low lights around her hit her and even that hurt. It was obvious that it had been on way too long. Feeling hope rise in her chest, Buffy quickly felt the thought of running fly out her head as a pair of large hands gripped her shoulders. Swallowing, Buffy opened her eyes fully and tilted her head back to see him only to come face to face with her captor. He stared at her, waiting for her reaction. Buffy swallowed and pulled her head back, down, closing her eyes and trying to keep her breathing normal. “Alright, I believe you,” she whispered. Keeping his voice emotionless, he moved around so he was facing her. Kneeling in front of her, he waited for her to open her eyes before speaking. “Why aren’t you scared of me?” “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she answered, not even looking around to get an eyeful of where they were staying. She kept her eyes focused on his, not daring to look away. This scene had turned from incredibly fearful to incredibly erotic. Here she was, tied up to a chair, at the mercy of the man she had been dreaming about. Even though she knew that she would probably have never seen him again, it had been automatic in her system. “Try me,” he challenged, wanting to know why all of a sudden the tables had changed and he was now the one who was wondering and confused. Buffy swallowed roughly, breathing in steadily. Closing her eyes, Buffy gave in, realizing that she would probably never get the chance again to be with this man. She knew that that thought really shouldn’t be in her head, but it was. She should be thinking about how she would be getting away from this man and putting him in jail, not wondering how much incredible pleasure he could bring to her in multiple ways. “Well, ever since I met you,” she started, keeping her eyes trained on his, “I’ve been, well, um... fantasizing about you, you could say. You see, Riley...he had been...getting kind of...boring. After I met you, I didn’t realize it, but my body responded to you in a way I’d never felt. After you left and I got home, I immediately went to my room and...found myself imagining you...between my legs.” Closing her eyes tightly, she couldn’t believe she was saying this. It was kind of embarrassing sharing her intimate secrets with this man. But she was. “After that, every time I was with Riley...I imagined it was you and I found myself biting my lip to stop from screaming your name. I wanted it to so badly be you there, between my legs, inside me... I don’t know why, either. I barely knew you and I already knew that I wanted to be yours.” Having looked down midway throughout her little speech, Buffy looked up once more to see Angel staring at her, his mouth slightly agape. He couldn’t believe it. After all he had gone through to make sure Riley paid for what he had done, Buffy had already been with him ever since they met. From the way she spoke, she looked like she wasn’t they lying type and the musky scent crawling from between her legs was evidence enough that only her words were turning her on, making her wet...for him. Chuckling, Angel stood and turned away from, putting his face in his hands. Buffy stared at his back, a look of worry crossing her face at the way he had reacted. “Are you serious?” he called to her. “Yes, and I don’t know why. All I know is that my body wants you so badly that I don’t know what to do. I can’t take care of myself anymore. I need something more,” she explained, feeling her sticky juices from between her legs start to grow and soak her thighs. Biting her bottom lip, Buffy automatically started rotating her hips expertly, having learned how to pleasure herself by just using her thighs a long time ago. Interesting skill to have, but quite useful when in public. Looking over his shoulder, Angel saw a look of lust settle in her eyes and then they closed as her hips started rotating and her thighs started clamping together. Feeling his cock grow harder at the sight, he turned back around and closed his eyes, not able to believe the situation before him. This was definitely unexpected. And he found himself unable to control his body or his emotional mind. He just wanted so badly to go back there and screw the small blonde until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. But, that would be going against everything he had planned. He had thought that he would be in control and that he would get his... Shaking his head, Angel threw all thoughts of anything out the window and he quickly turned around and headed to Buffy. Angel found her head hanging back, her mouth agape and her eyes closed as her muscular legs worked against herself. Rocking her hips forward slightly, she gasped. Reaching her, he placed his hands on her hips and held them down to stop any further movement. Her eyes shot open and before she could wonder out loud, his lips were assaulting hers roughly. Buffy moaned into his mouth, responding immediately, unable to comprehend the fact that she was finally getting what she had been dreaming about. Angel attacked her mouth roughly and unrelenting. Her mouth gave him the same treatment and all he could do was see stars at the way this woman felt against him. Relieving one side of her hips, Angel’s hand snaked in between her legs and found that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Smirking into her mouth, Angel gently parted her lips and pushed his pointer finger inside of her. As her walls squeezed around his digit, she pulled away from his lips, throwing her head back and let out a gasp that quickly turned to a moan as he inserted two more. Her lips smiling as her mouth hung agape, she closed her eyes in pleasure and he started pumping in and out of her, his thumb brushing against her little round, throbbing button of nerves. His lips found her neck and collarbone and she started panting as she felt her orgasm quickly building. “Oh, God...yes...don’t stop...that feels so...sooo good...don’t stop...” she pleaded as her peak came closer and closer. “Ugh...oh, yes...Angel...” Pulling back, Angel looked at Buffy’s pleasure-filled face and got an idea. Pulling away from her, Buffy groaned in protest. Angel smiled at her before turning around to approach the table at the other end of the room. Buffy’s flushed face was one of frustration. “Wha—” Buffy cut herself off when Angel turned around with a small dagger in his hand. Gasping, feeling her heart beat harder than before, she kept her eyes on the small knife as he approached her. “Angel...” Not saying anything, Angel knelt down before her and quickly cut into the rope that was holding her feet to the chair, keeping her feet bound together. Throwing the dagger to the side, Angel slipped underneath her legs, placing his face at the point between her legs, settling her thighs on his shoulders. Looking up at her, Angel grinned before pushing her skirt up and throwing himself into her. Buffy opened her legs wider, keeping her bound feet up on his clothed back. Lifting her hips to meet him, Buffy threw her head back and whimpered as she felt Angel’s tongue penetrate her vaginal lips and lick a hot trail up to her clit. Flicking it gently and quick, Buffy cried out and thrust into his face. Angel’s hand slid under where she sat and held her by cupping her ass in the air as he made quick work of bringing her to her orgasm. He started thrusting his tongue in and out of her tight hole and Buffy’s hips bucked wildly, wanting nothing more than to have this wonderful feeling never stop. Bringing her hands into fists, Buffy cried out and dug into Angel’s face harder, keeping time with the thrusts his tongue was making. Gasping, Buffy struggled against the ropes still holding her hands and bit her lips hard as she felt Angel’s tongue roll around inside her. She could feel Angel slowly building her to her peak as he pulled his tongue out of her and peppered soft kisses against her. Sucking lightly, Angel swirled his tongue around the spot he knew she needed him to touch the most, wanting to tease her. “Oh, please, fuck...Angel, I need you to...suck...please...harder...” she gasped, panting in time with the thrusts her hips bucked against his mouth. “Oh, yes...harder...harder!” Angel gave her a few moments to climb and fall back down again as he softly teased her, feeling his cock grow harder and tighter against its confines. Finally, he gave her what he needed. Finding her clit, Angel sucked on it lightly. “Oh! Right there...yes, suck it! Harder! Oh, my God...Angel! Ugh...ugh...” Smiling against her, Angel bit down on it, sending Buffy over the edge. She moaned at her release, arching her back and pushing her head back into the hard wood of the chair. As she rode out her orgasm, Angel remained where he was, lapping at her juices. He could feel his own need building quickly and all he wanted to do was bend her over and fuck her senseless. But, he had to untie her first. Buffy’s body slumped into the chair and Angel slowly put her down against the chair again as he slid up towards her face, still in between her legs, slowly placing them around his waist as he kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, making sure she could taste herself. Buffy moaned into his mouth, her taste and his making her wet again. She felt like she was throbbing from the pleasure he had brought her and she was glowing with a golden hue when he pulled away from her lips. He smiled. “Did you like that?” he asked, placing gentle kisses along her jaw, watching her pleasure riddled face glow brightly. “Hell yes,” she murmured. Lifting her hips up, she felt his cock poking through his pants and a whole rush of her juices flooded her. She couldn’t wait until he was inside her. Squeezing his hips, Buffy rotated hers and rubbed against his cock, her juices quickly soaking the pants he wore. She heard his groan and Buffy continued her administrations. “Stop, or I’ll come right here,” he ordered, pushing her away. Reaching for the dagger at his side, he rotated a bit so he could cut the rope holding her feet together. Standing up, Angel ignored the picture she made, her legs wide open, her skirt pushed up to her waist, her shirt bunched around her breasts where he could see her lacy bra. Moaning to himself, he moved around the chair and made quick work of the ropes that held her to the chair. As Buffy stood, she threw off her other shoe and removed her shirt, revealing to Angel her full breasts set in their confines. He gulped and he quickly removed his shirt. Buffy smiled and allowed him to pull her to his chest, their lips almost immediately finding each other again. Groaning as Buffy found the large bulge in his pants, they reached a mattress that was set on the floor, covered in soft sheets. Settling down on it as Buffy straddled him, Angel’s hands found Buffy’s hips, grinding her lower half into his, making her moan into his mouth. Pulling back, Buffy moved down his body, removing his pants on the way. Angel lifted his hips as Buffy pulled down his pants and boxers, allowing his hard dick to come free. Discarding his pants, Buffy crawled back up to his face, capturing his lips in a searing kiss while her hand guided his cock so it was at her opening. Sitting up, Buffy flashed the man beneath her a grin before impaling herself onto him. Crying out to his groan, Buffy began to slowly lift her hips, bringing the tip of his dick out, then slamming back down. Gaining speed, Buffy placed her hands on top of Angel’s where they lay on her hips, feeling her breasts bouncing in time with her. Angel could hear Buffy moaning words incoherently above him, her head thrown back. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt her squeeze her muscles around his dick. He found his cries getting louder and louder as he neared his release. He could hear the woman on him yelling his name with every thrust, as if it were a chant, and he groaned. Placing one hand on her covered breasts and teasing her nipples as much as she could, Buffy glided her other hand to her clit, roughly massaging it, throwing Buffy over the edge. She clenched her teeth and released a silent screamed, feeling immense waves of incredible pleasure cascading through her body. Before she could fully ride out her orgasm, Angel quickly flipped them over and began to thrust wildly into her, needing to feel his orgasm with hers. He felt her building once more, caught up in her last one, he could barely hear her whispering. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” Buffy whimpered and tensed as his dick gave her trembling clit one last stroke before she found herself falling over the edge once more. Arching up into him, Buffy screamed Angel’s name as his cum shot into her warm channel, his cries mixing with hers in the heavily scented air. Collapsing on her, Angel panted into her ear, feeling her hot breath on his sweaty shoulder, sending chills racing through his system, colliding with his pleasure-filled senses. Realizing that his entire bulk was resting on her small body, Angel slid out of her and fell to her side. He was still having a tough time catching his breath and felt Buffy turn so she was resting on his arm. He smiled. “That was...amazing.” Grinning, Buffy responded, “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Before he could say anything though, his heavy eyes fell and he found himself falling into a deep sleep where only darkness existed. Buffy didn’t take long to follow.
Buffy’s eyelids twitched and she sighed in content and she snuggled deeper into the bed spread around her. Swallowing, Buffy opened her eyes slightly, expecting to be back in her room, having had a wonderful dream . But, when she realized that she wasn’t where she thought she was, she gasped and sat up on her elbows, looking around wildly. She was alone in the bed on the floor, Angel nowhere to be found. Had she imagined everything? But then where the hell was she? Then the sounds of a television came from the other room and she sighed once again. Yawning, Buffy stretched and realized that she was covered in a thick comforter that felt like silk against her bare skin. And her skirt and the ropes had been removed. Obviously Angel had taken the time to make her more comfortable. A warm feeling filled her and she smiled. Clutching the comforter to her body, she stood and looked around her, locating one of Angel’s large shirts lying in a pile of clothes. Approaching it, Buffy lifted it to her nose to inhale the scent, wondering if it was clean. It was and smelled of Angel’s cologne and soap. She quickly dropped the comforter and slid the smooth shirt over her skin, buttoning it up over her bra-clad breasts. Pushing up the sleeves as much as she could, Buffy slowly made her way to the doorway where she could hear the television blaring. Walking into the living room, Buffy found her kidnapper sitting on a large leather couch watching a basketball game, food surrounding him, ranging from breakfast to dessert. Grinning, Buffy made her way around to him, finding him only wearing his black boxers and toast half sticking out of his mouth. He smiled at her, noticing her attire. “Nice shirt.” Buffy chuckled as he swallowed his food and sat down in his lap, throwing her legs to one side. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she grabbed one of his pieces of toast. She studied the array of food scattering the table. “Hungry, were we?” He smiled at her mischievously and pulled her down for a noisy kiss. She responded by dropping her half-eaten toast back on the table and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. This continued, kissing, sucking, licking, groping, until Angel pulled back and reached behind her to the table. Staring at him, she giggled when he brought back a can of whipped cream. Picking her up, Angel moved her so she was laying on the couch beside him, her legs open and inviting. He quickly undid the buttons on the shirt she wore and turned so her knees were resting on his thighs. Unclasping her bra, thanking her for wearing one that clasped in the front, he allowed her breasts to be free. He smiled in appreciation and leaned down to nip at one of her nipples. She mewled beneath his administrations, her arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, arching into his mouth. She could feel him shaking the can of cream on the side and heard the him snap the cap off. Pulling off of her, Angel shook the bottle once more for good measure and put it before Buffy’s mouth. She opened obediently. He pressed the nozzle firmly and silky cream filled her mouth within seconds. She could taste the sweetness and began to swallow it when his mouth attacked hers. Buffy sighed into his mouth and knew right then and there that she would let him do anything he desired to her body. Licking the little cream that had escaped her mouth, Angel pulled away from her. She stared up at him with lust evident in her hazel eyes, the passion buried within turning them to a dark green. He smiled and rubbed one of her breasts as he sprayed the whipped cream on her other one. Her breath hitched and she arched into his hand, feeling herself growing wet at the thought of what he could do with his mouth and whipped cream. He was slowly making a thin trail of cream between her breasts and down her stomach. Before he would go further though, Buffy heard him throw the bottle to the side and reach for the table again. Opening her eyes, she saw him grab a strawberry and slowly start to rub it against her skin where the trail of cream was. He slowly brought it up to her breasts where he slowly started teasing her, his tongue joining it wherever it touched. She gasped and could swear that her back hadn’t touched the cold leather of the couch for at least five minutes. Opening her eyes, Buffy saw Angel staring at her with passion and unleashed lust. He had the strawberry poised above her mouth and Buffy opened to let him give her a bite, closing her eyes. The strawberry was covered in the whipped cream from her body and it turned her on to know that Angel’s tongue was on her. She could feel the juices between her legs as she bit into the full strawberry, the juices from the fruit flowing down the sides of her mouth as she took the whole thing in her mouth. She slowly chewed it and cried out when she felt Angel’s hot mouth on one of her breasts, swirling the cream around her nipple. She could feel his finger swirling around her other breast, covering itself in whipped cream. Buffy brought his hand up to her mouth and took his finger between her lips, her tongue quickly licking the cream off and pulling it in and out to show him what she could do if it were his dick in her mouth. He groaned on her breast and Buffy arched into him. Pulling back, Angel pulled Buffy up with him, turning her around in his arms. “Stand up,” he ordered her and she happily obliged. He pulled down his boxers enough so that his dick had come free and was hard as hell. He groaned as he captured a glance at her sex, her juices making it appear to gleam. If it was possible, he had gotten harder. “Turn around,” he said huskily, looking up in her eyes. She did so and he quickly grabbed her hips, her happy squeal filling the air, and pulled her towards him, making her spread her legs on either side of his knees and sit down. He lifted her up and slowly pushed her down so that he was encased completely in her heat. She moaned and he closed his eyes and the instant pleasure he got from that simple act. “Ride me,” he grunted and sat back, his hands resting on her hips as he felt her start to move against him. Buffy placed her hands on his knees and began to bounce on him without his assistance. Moaning, Buffy bit her bottom lip and concentrated on the feelings his dick inside of her was eliciting. She felt Angel place one of his hands on her upper back, gripping her neck. She felt his fingers weave through her hair, then suddenly tug her head back, pulling her hair. Buffy cried out and dug her nails into his knees. He grunted loudly. “Oh, God,” Buffy moaned, closing her eyes tightly and panting heavily in time with her thrusts on him. “Oh, God, I’m so close...” Angel reached around her bouncing hips and found her clit, feeling his balls tighten, needing to feel her come with him. He flicked her small bundle of nerves roughly and Buffy felt her body tense and explode in pleasure, her weak voice filling the room. Feeling her muscles contract and clench around his cock, Angel followed her, a loud moan escaping his throat as his body jerked. “Buffy,” he gasped, wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing her trembling body to his, her back resting against his slick chest. Buffy relaxed against his hard body, arching into the soft kisses he peppered her neck with. He was shaking. Buffy smiled slightly. Allowing her breath to slow down to a normal pace, Buffy opened her eyes. She could feel her legs start to cramp from her position on top of the man beneath her and she softly untangled his arms and got up on shaky legs. She watched him slide his boxers back up, both of their cum having soaked it through. Buffy removed the shirt only enough to throw her bra to the floor and buttoned it back up so her breasts were covered and warm as she sat back down on the leather. Lying back and resting her head on the armrest, Buffy opened her arms, inviting Angel to come and lay down with her. Angel settled against her chest, pillowing his head on her breast and closing his eyes as she softly stroked his hair. Wrapping one of her legs around his, Buffy allowed herself to drift back to sleep.
Buffy awoke again to a loud ringing, the sound assaulting her tired ears. She rubbed her face into Angel’s back, tightening her hold on his waist, realizing how much they had actually moved in the time they slept. Angel was lying on his stomach and Buffy was half draped over his body. Smiling, Buffy squeezed her legs together, enjoying the soreness that was there. “God dammit,” Angel muttered into the leather. He picked his head up from the couch and reached over to the table to pick up the cell phone that was ringing. It fell to the floor and he grunted more curses before snatching it. Opening and pressing the talk button, he brought it to his ear. “What?” he demanded, laying his head back down. He listened for a minute. Then he was suddenly full of energy. He sat up, pushing Buffy off him roughly. She protested weakly only to have him wave to her to stay quiet. “He’s doing what?” Buffy furrowed her brows and tried to strain her ears so that she could hear what the other person was saying. But she couldn’t hear anything. She could see the panic, rage and hate on Angel’s usually gentle face and knew something was wrong. Probably involving her. “That son of a bitch! I should have known it. God dammit!” Angel stood up and walked into the room where his clothes were. Buffy followed him cautiously. “What the fuck was he thinking? I should have never trusted him. Yeah...thanks for telling me, Doyle. Yeah...okay...I’ll talk to you later... Oh, do you think we could crash at your place until things blow over...no, I just don’t want Buffy to...that’s none of your business...I just don’t want her to get hurt, is all...” Buffy felt her heart warm at what he said and took a few more steps into the room. He was hurriedly packing all his clothes into a gym bag, throwing on his jeans and a white t-shirt. “Alright, I’ll see you later...when? I don’t know...when we get there, I guess...yeah, okay...bye...” Angel hung up the phone and turned to Buffy, throwing the phone next to his bag on the mattress on the floor. He picked up her clothes from the day before and handed them to her, kissing her lips quickly. “We need to get out of here...your boyfriend found out that it was me who took you and is sending the fucking army over here.” Buffy looked confused, slipping on her skirt. She followed him into the living room and grabbed her bra. Slipping out of his shirt, she threw it to him and put her bra and tank top on, running her hands through her hair. “How’d he find us?” “The man that helped me get you on the street, Penn, ran to him and told him everything when Riley almost immediately put a reward out for the person who found you. All he got was a million bucks and a soon to be had slit throat. I should have never trusted him! He’s done this to me before... I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking...” “Don’t worry about it. If things get out of control, I can take care of you and get you out of it. Don’t worry.” Buffy walked up to him and hugged his waist, resting her chin on his chest, looking up in his eyes. “I’ll take care of you.” “I know, baby. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes and softly looping it behind her ear, he smiled down at her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Especially since I’ve just found you.” Buffy grinned. “I know the feeling.” Kissing her forehead, Angel gave her a quick hug before returning to the bedroom to pick up a few more things. He collected her shoe, his dagger, and some things on the desk and table out in the living room. Returning, he found her ready to go, barefoot and wearing his leather jacket. Putting on his shoes, he threw open the door and grabbed her hand, leading them to the stairs leading down to the garage. Buffy gasped when she saw the car he drove. It was a shiny, black Mercedes Benz. She could see the black van that he had used to capture her in the very back of the garage, hiding in the shadows. He pressed a button on his keychain and heard a chirp and a click as the car unlocked itself. Hurrying over to it, he unlocked the trunk and put his bag in there and then they climbed into it and he put the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. Tires squealing, they raced out of the dark exit and turned towards the lighter part of LA, where she assumed his friend, Doyle, lived. It had long ago turned dark and by the looks of it, it was extremely late. She realized that they had spent an entire night and day together in the old place where Angel had taken her. As they turned another corner, Buffy looked out her window and saw a bunch of trucks stopping in front of the building that they had just been in. She smiled to herself. Turning back to her new lover, Buffy grinned and placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing slightly. “That was close.” “That it was,” Angel replied, placing his hand on top of hers and taking it into his, holding it as if she was made of glass. Bringing to his lips, he kissed it and threw her a sexy half smile, making her shiver in need and anticipation. Buffy felt a familiar desire rise in her belly and a soft wetness settle between her legs. Angel smiled at her, noticing her body’s change. Letting go of her hand, he ran his hand up her thigh, under her skirt and right above her sex, massaging the area around her wet curls, making Buffy moan and lift her hips against his hand, trying to move it so it touched the area where she needed it most. Grabbing his hand, Buffy forced it towards her clit and pressed his fingers against it, forcing friction. Buffy cried out and Angel felt his dick grow tight against his pants when he looked over and saw her pleasure-filled face, feeling her slick clit against his fingers. Suddenly, one of Buffy’s hands were on him, gently massaging his thick cock through his jeans while her other guided his hand on her. He groaned and almost lost control of the car as she squeezed him. His knuckles were turning white on the steering wheel where his hand was gripping it tightly. “Pull over,” she ordered, looking over at him, her lust- filled eyes connecting with his. He shook his head and stole his hand away and pushed hers away. Her looks of confusion and agitation did not go unnoticed by him. “Not right now. Wait until we get somewhere safe. That’s all we need right now is to get caught and then we both get into trouble.” Angel looked at her apologetically but with fire. Buffy smiled. “You can still drive if I...” Buffy put her hand back on the bulge in his pants. Angel pushed it away again and gave her an irritated look. “Buffy, if you did that, we would crash. I don’t think I could handle that right now.” Angel moved to put his hand on hers but paused when he saw a pair of police cars race around the corner that they had just turned on that was away from the building in his rearview mirror.
“Shit.” Buffy didn’t dare look back when she heard him and his tone. She looked in her mirror and saw the flashing lights and heard the sirens. “Oh, God. What are we going to do?” Angel acted quickly. He grabbed Buffy’s arm and pushed her down in the seat. “Get down. Don’t let them see you. I don’t know if your boyfriend is one of those cars.” Buffy stuffed herself down on the seat, pushing half her body onto the car floor and pillowing her head on her crossed arms. Angel slowed down and casually slid the car to the side of the road with all the others. “He’s not my boyfriend, anymore.” Angel smirked and risked a quick look down at her. “My bad,” he said. “Your ex-boyfriend.” Buffy smiled up at him lovingly and almost laughed at his act of keeping his cool as the cops got closer. She could see the blue and red on the back of his head, coloring his hair. Relief filled Angel when the cars rushed past him in a blur and sped up the street and turned another corner. Turning back into traffic, he helped Buffy up from her position on the floor. “That was too close for comfort.” Buffy nodded and fixed her top, which had ridden up and bunched at her breasts. Looking back, she settled into the seat and almost squealed in surprise when Angel took a sharp turn, heading onto the highway. Speeding onto the long strip of pavement, he swerved to avoid hitting a big Jeep and got into another lane. “My, God, Angel, you’re going to get pulled over and caught for taking me and get fined and go to court for speeding like a maniac at the same time. Slow down.” Angel smirked again and released his hold on the gas pedal and the car slowed a little bit. Twenty minutes later, Angel turned into one of the exits on the highway. “We’re almost there.” “Good. ‘Cause I’m getting a bit...” Buffy stared at Angel with hooded eyes. “...needy.” She licked her lips seductively. Angel grinned and stroked her thigh. “That’s what I love about you.” Buffy giggled and leaned over to kiss him.
“Hiya, man,” the Irish man at the front door of the large house greeted Angel. He was cute, in his own way. He had soft eyes and dark hair and a swagger that completed his drunk and happy demeanor. He was carrying a small glass with ice and a dark liquid that smelled like strong whiskey. “And you must be Buffy. I’m Allan Francis Doyle. But everyone calls me Doyle.” Buffy held out her hand and shook his, smiling when Angel wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. She saw the man in the doorway raise an eyebrow at Angel and open his mouth to speak. But Angel cut him off. “Thanks for letting us stay here, Doyle. It means a lot, right now.” Angel nodded towards the house and gracefully walked into the large house when Doyle motioned for them to enter. Buffy hid her surprise. Angel had driven into an expensive part of outer LA and parked in the driveway of a three story, white house. Something very typical in California, in Buffy’s opinion. As they walked in, Buffy saw a large, spiral staircase in front of her, leading up to the other floors, no doubt. To her right was a large living room with every electronic ever made for the room in it. A large hall emptied into a small bedroom and the kitchen where she could see steel appliances and a big island. To her left was an elegant study with a sturdy desk and bookcases. Next to that room was a large dining area. Overall, the place was huge and the owner knew it. He was extensively rich by the looks of it, such expensive equipment and such everywhere. She could only imagine what the upstairs looked like. This place was far better looking than any of the places that Riley owned, or his offices. They were all so bland and boring, while this place raced with color and elegance. Buffy looked up and saw a large chandelier hanging from the highest ceiling and glowing softly. It warmed her, the unusually cold night having chilled her. “No, problem, man. What‘re friends for?” Closing the large door, Doyle turned back to them, noticing is girlfriend entering from upstairs. “Although it took ya forever to get here.” “Yeah, we had some minor problems. Then there was traffic.” Angel smiled at the woman who had come from upstairs. “Cordelia, how are you?” Cordelia Chase grinned as Angel came up to hug her, leaving the small blonde next to Doyle. Hugging Angel tightly, she pulled back. Her long, dark hair was flowing down her shoulders over a long, silk robe that touched the ground around her feet. It was loosely tied and beneath that Buffy saw a short nightgown that was meant for the bedroom. Angel pulled back and smiled back at Buffy. Bringing Cordelia forth, he introduced them. “Cordelia, this is Buffy. Buffy, Cordelia.” Cordelia grinned again and shook Buffy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Buffy. Welcome to our house.” “Thanks. It’s nice of you to let me stay here.” Buffy smiled at the brunette. She liked her. It was one of those first meetings thing where you can tell if the person is an asshole or a sweetheart. “Any friend of Angel’s can stay here. Anytime.” Turning to Doyle, she looked at him expectantly. “Have you shown them their room?” “Christ, ‘Delia,” he spurted, causing Angel to chuckle. There was a history between the three that was unmistakable and Buffy smiled. “They just got here.” “Right.” Turning back to the couple, she grinned. “Well, c’mon. Upstairs.” Turning, she walked up the white carpeted stairs, gesturing to them to follow. Doyle also made his way upstairs behind them. “Angel, you’ve still got a hundred clothes here from the last time you stayed here. They’re in your old room. But, since you have a guest, you guys can use a different room.” Looking back, she smirked at Buffy, sharing a knowing glance with her. “Men. His room is a disaster. He never cleaned it and it’s been that way ever since because I don’t dare go in there. It’s absolutely horrible.” Cordelia passed the second floor and continued to the third, all the while talking about where they’d be staying. “So, you guys can have one of the other rooms. It’s much nicer and has a bigger bed and dresser.” Looking back again, Buffy checked Buffy’s hands and saw that she was only wearing Angel’s leather jacket and didn’t have a bag. “You don’t have any clothes?” Buffy shook her head and glanced at Angel quickly. “No. None.” “Well, that’s okay. You can borrow some of mine. I have a whole closet full of clothes downstairs that you can borrow. Feel free to take whatever you want.” Pausing, she looked back again. “Although I do have that closet up here. Doyle, did we keep that or pack it up?” Doyle shrugged. “I didn’t do nothing with it.” Cordelia sighed and shook her head, amused. “Then it must still be there. There is a ton of clothes up there that you can wear. I’ll put you guys in the room where it is.” They continued up a few more stairs and then turned down a hall, walking to the very last room. “Here you go,” Cordelia said as she opened the double doors to the room and turned on the large light that was hanging from the ceiling. Buffy’s eyes widened. This house was a lot bigger than she had originally thought. The room was beautiful. There was a king-size four-post bed against one wall, a sitting area against another, a large dresser and a big- screen TV in front of the bed with a VCR and DVD player. A large picture window looked out upon a large backyard full of flowers and neat grass, white curtains hanging off to the side. There was a separate bathroom and that was rather large itself. There was a shower in one corner and a big bathtub in the other corner and a large counter with two sinks and one small mirror and another big, round one. Cordelia approached the doors across from the bathroom and opened them, turning on the light in the room. Buffy smiled at the size of it. It could have easily been the size of her bedroom when she had been a young girl and it was full to the brim with clothes, shoes, purses and a small vanity in one corner. Cordelia grinned. “This is one of our best rooms in the house, as you can see. If every room was like this, I would feel like I was running a hotel.” Buffy laughed with the cheerful brunette and they left the closet to see the two men laughing beside the door and Angel finishing Doyle’s drink happily. They both turned to see the two women. “Angel, you know where all your stuff is. In your old room. So, it’s really late.” Cordelia paused to take a look at the rusty-looking clock above the dresser. “Good God, it’s almost 11:30. I have work tomorrow. I have to go to bed. Get my beauty rest. I’ll talk to you later, Buffy. We should have lunch or something.” “Yeah, that’d be great. I’d love to.” Buffy grinned. Cordelia returned it. “Great. So, I’ll see you two later. Feel free to help yourself to whatever you need. Food, washing machine, anything. If you need us, our bedroom is on the second floor on the other side of the house. Goodnight.” Before anyone could respond, she was out the door and heading downstairs. Doyle smirked and scoffed after her. “Women. They have to do all their moisturizin’ and whatnot before bed. I don’t really understand it anymore. Not that I really did.” Turning to Angel and Buffy, who had returned to the tall man’s side, he smiled. “I guess I’ll be off then. Goodnight Angel, Buffy. Sleep well, you two and try to keep it down.” Winking, Doyle left. Angel chuckled and leaned down to capture Buffy’s lips in a passionate kiss. Buffy immediately responded before pulling back and smiling up at him sweetly. “I think I should take a shower first, don’t you?” Angel nodded. “Yeah. I can only imagine how we smell, especially with staying in that place.” Pointing to the door, he said, “You take this one. I’ll grab a quick one in mine and I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Buffy nodded and leaned up to kiss him long and slowly before pulling and slipping off his jacket and handing it back to him, her hand somehow managing to rub his cock through his pants sensually before retreating to her bathroom. Angel stared after her, his eyes focusing on her bottom as she closed the door behind her. Groaning, Angel didn’t know how he would be able to stop himself from doing anything in the shower.
Buffy carefully peeled her clothes away and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. She noticed that there was some half-empty shampoo and conditioner in the shower rack along with a bar of soap, body wash and a large loofah. She quickly cleaned her hair and cleaned her body with the body wash while she kept the conditioner in her hair. Rinsing her body and hair, Buffy couldn’t help herself when her fingers grazed her clit. Jerking her hips unconsciously, Buffy moaned softly and leaned back against the shower wall, lifting her leg to brace herself against the wall. Hissing, Buffy felt the light spray of water against her sex and thrust her hips forward, wanting more contact with the rushing stream. Buffy stroked a finger against her vaginal lips and massaged her clit while her other hand pinched her nipple, causing her to throw her head back and her breathing to increase as her speed increased slightly. Moaning lightly, Buffy pushed herself into the wall a little more, intending to fuck herself on her hand, only to accidentally slip on the shower floor tile. Catching herself before she fell, Buffy fell free from her pleasure- clouded mind and looked around, her legs slightly shaky and unsteady. Swallowing, Buffy looked down at her slightly wet hand from her own juices and closed her eyes. She was horny, no doubt. But she knew she couldn’t wait for what she and Angel had planned for the rest of the night. No, she needed a release from the pressure right now. Looking up, Buffy grabbed the top of the shower head and tried to see if it could be removed. Nope. It wasn’t one of those showers. Sighing in aggravation, Buffy quickly re-rinsed her body and shut off the water. Opening the door, Buffy grabbed one of the white, fluffy towels hanging on the towel rack near the door and wrapped it around her body as she wrung her hair, feeling the excess water fall down her back. Walking to the counter, Buffy wiped at the mirror until she could see herself clearly and turned around, her eyes flickering around. All she wanted was something quick and easy to give her even the smallest relief. She was contemplating hopping up on the counter and giving herself a good hand screw when her eyes settled on the large bathtub across from the open shower door. And the large faucet that fed the water to the bathtub. Crossing over quickly, feeling a little uncomfortable about doing this in a stranger’s house, Buffy dropped the towel on the edge of the tub and leaned over the tub, turning on the water full blast. Although it would never make her feel the way she did with Angel inside her, it would have to do. Buffy felt her body thrumming with anticipation as she adjusted the temperature of the water. She climbed in and almost immediately laid down and pushed herself underneath the water assault. Gasping as the rough water hit her clit, she gripped the sides of the tub and tried to push her body higher to get better pressure. Placing her feet against the wall, Buffy grabbed the head of the faucet and pulled herself closer. Moving her hips so the water assaulted her tight hole, Buffy closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she started thrusting shallowly against the water. Allowing her head to rest against the floor of the tub, Buffy immediately began thinking about having Angel’s thick shaft deep inside her, fucking her into oblivion. Screwing her so hard, she thought she would break. Her hips started moving faster as she clenched her teeth and felt her toes curl as she approached her orgasm quickly. “Oh, God,” she gasped loudly, followed by a moan as she opened her eyes and looked up to watch her hips pushing her sex against the rough water. The sight of herself pleasuring herself set a new fire within her and she gasped as she felt her orgasm close to hitting her. Buffy called out softly to Angel as she came against the water, her hips getting even quicker as she called out a bit louder. Gasping Angel’s name mixed with a deep moan, Buffy fucked herself against the water until another orgasm wracked her body, making her shudder and immediately move herself from the water, the sensations becoming too much for her. Sighing shakily, Buffy let the water run down her thigh and softly caress her aching clit and lips and she shook again. Closing her eyes, Buffy relaxed for a few minutes before opening them again and pushing herself up to a sitting position. She turned off the water and stood, grabbing her towel. Drying herself off, Buffy found everything she could possibly need underneath the sink and set about pampering herself, gathering her energy for her time with Angel. Running out of the bathroom, she quickly entered the closet and set about finding something sexy enough to drive Angel crazy and comfortable enough to sleep in. That is, if she even kept her clothes on long enough.
The bedroom Cordelia had shown to them, and told them they could use, was still empty. Angel was no where to be seen. Leaving the bedroom, Buffy quietly walked down the hallway, peeking into each room, looking for the room that Angel apparently used whenever he stayed here. She had opted to wear silky short shorts and a tight, revealing, white spaghetti strap shirt. When she had went about searching through the closet, she had found a vast array of nightgowns, mostly dark colors and all extremely sexy and revealing. Most of them looked new - some even had their tags still - like Doyle had bought them for Cordelia, but she hadn’t wanted to wear them. Buffy didn’t feel comfortable wearing some of Cordelia’s lingerie and also didn’t think it would be exactly appropriate to wear such things in the hallway. Buffy walked as quietly as she could when she saw a bright light coming from a halfway closed door, quiet voices filtering through. They both sounded male and she could only guess that Doyle had come back up to talk to Angel for a while. Instead of barging in and ruining the manly talk they were surely having, she stayed in the shadows beside the door and angled her head so she could clearly hear what they were saying. Eavesdropping was something she never usually did, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt like she needed to hear what they were talking about, and if it was about her. Especially if it was about her. She was correct about the conversation being about her. “She’s a pretty gal, there, Angel, my man,” Doyle said in his accented voice. “Yeah, I know,” Angel replied, and Buffy could hear him shuffling around the room. “She’s beautiful.” Buffy felt a warm glow on her cheeks and she smiled, pleased. Leaning forward a bit, Buffy peeked into the room and she could see Doyle sitting on the large bed in the corner, a glass of liquor in his hands and his head following Angel’s every movement. Angel was moving about the room, picking up clothes and going through his dresser. His hair was still slightly damp and she could see a droplet fall to his bare shoulder. He was only clad in a pair of dark jeans. And he looked extremely sexy. Pulling back, Buffy leaned against the wall and continued to listen to their conversation. “You’ve got that look, man. The one you used to get whenever you were with Darla,” Doyle said. Buffy’s brows furrowed. Who the hell is Darla? Buffy was a little shocked at the flare of jealousy that reared through her. She was jealous of someone she didn’t even know existed until now? Why? She had the man now, didn’t she? She heard Angel sigh and drop down on the bed next to Doyle. “I don’t know, Doyle. When I was with Darla, that was only physical. With Buffy...I don’t know. There’s something else. I’ve only known her a few weeks and there’s some pretty intense feelings, already. What’s that say?” His voice was soft and gentle, said with feeling. “That you’re probably fallin’ in love with her, Angel,” Doyle replied softly. Buffy’s heart skipped about a hundred beats. In love with her? He was in love with her? “Yeah,” was all Angel said in reply. After a few beats, he continued, “I don’t know what to think. I mean, I kidnapped her, didn’t I? What’s that say about me? What if she only thinks that this is some fling and that this is some way to get away from me?” Buffy felt something in her chest that she couldn’t describe. Was she in love with him? She certainly felt like she could never leave him. How could he think such things? Did he actually think that way of her? Looking down at her feet, Buffy look back up and grinned. I think I am in love with him. “Don’t think that way, Angel. You never know.” “I don’t... Never mind.” She heard him standing again and walking around. “What are we going to do about Finn? What will we do if he finds us out or finds Buffy? If he even thinks about touching Buffy, I swear to God, I’ll kill him.” “We’ll deal with that when the time comes, man. Look at ya, you’re wound too tight. Why don’t you go find your little ball of sunshine and calm your thoughts.” Buffy bounded from the wall when she heard Doyle stand and come closer to the door. “You’ll feel better, I’m sure. I can tell by the look on your face.” The last thing Buffy heard was Angel chuckle as she took off down the hall. Smiling as she entered the bedroom, she closed the door and turned down the light so the room appeared to be glowing. Keeping the curtains open and closing the door to the bathroom, she rushed to the closet and turned on the light, immediately locating the nightgowns she had seen earlier. She was more than certain now that Cordelia wouldn’t mind her wearing one of them. Grinning, she chose one and dressed quickly.
Angel walked down the hall towards the room he was sharing with Buffy, his arms full of clothing he was keeping in the dresser in the room so he didn’t have to get up and go look for something in his own room. Was Doyle really right? Was he in love with Buffy? It certainly felt like it. There was something going on in his heart and head that he couldn’t figure out. He had never been in love before and didn’t necessarily know what it felt like. But this was something completely new and something that he just might like. Sighing as he opened one of the doors to the double-door room, he stepped in and closed it behind him, noticing the low lighting and wondering at it. Throwing his clothes onto a chair that was in the small sitting area, Angel’s jaw dropped when he saw what was waiting for him on the bed and all serious thoughts and doubts flew out of his mind and all that was there was the small blonde. Buffy was laying, propped up on her elbows, in a seductive sprawl on the bedspread, facing him and smiling. She was wearing an extremely revealing nightgown that she had obviously found in the closet, and it hid almost nothing. It was a dark blue and practically see-through. He could see her full breasts and hard nipples poking through and her crossed legs hid what he wanted to see the most. Buffy climbed up off the bed and approached him. The nightgown fell to the floor, the extremely thin straps holding it up looking like they would probably break at any moment. Her hair was still wet and some of it clung to her bare neck. She wore no makeup and he wanted to tell her that she looked far more beautiful than she did with the beauty products on. “You know,” Buffy drawled as she came up to him, pushing her body against his. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and kissing her long and softly. Pulling back, Buffy smiled up at him. “You would look great in some leather pants.” Angel laughed at that. “Would I? Well, you’re in luck, because I happen to have some.” “Wear them tomorrow, then,” Buffy said against his lips before kissing him once again. Angel picked her up off the floor and held her closely, cradling her body as she cradled his head against her. “I will,” he replied, panting slightly. Setting her down, Angel held her at arms length. He smiled in appreciation. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” Buffy grinned. “Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it.” “Oh, I do.” Pulling her towards him again, he slowly slipped one of the straps from her shoulder, looking her in the eyes closely. “But you’ll look better with it off.” Buffy shivered at the promise in his voice. Looping her finger through one of his belt loops on his jeans, she pulled him back with her towards the bed, walking backwards until she hit the mattress, sucking in her breath as Angel caressed her body. Angel placed his hands under her arms and lifted her onto the bed, setting her down and climbing on top of her as she laid back. Leaning down on one elbow, Angel used his other hand to pull the night gown up and his hand slipped underneath the thin material, caressing her thigh and making its way up to her waist where he cradled her as he rolled over so she was laying on top of him. Buffy brought her knees up so she straddled Angel’s hip as she continued her sweet assault on his mouth. She softly sucked on his tongue as her hands wound themselves in his hair. The hand underneath Buffy’s nightgown caressed Buffy’s soft back and moved down to cup her bottom, pushing her hips closer to his, while the other got tangled in her hair. Buffy mewled in Angel’s mouth, molding her body against his as she moved herself against the hard bulge in his pants, her juices wetting his pants. Moaning, Angel found the button to his jeans and undid it with the zipper, pushing them down and moving his boxers out of the way, Angel lifted his hips to completely get the boundaries away and made Buffy gasp in his mouth, then move away from his lips to nibble on his ear, her panting breath making him shiver. “Now,” she mumbled against his skin and she let Angel take control. He gripped her hips tightly and pushed her chest up towards his mouth. Then he pulled her back, right onto his hard member. Buffy cried out and dug her nails into Angel’s shoulders as she sat up, slowly moving her hips in a rotating motion. Angel closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the sensations. Opening them, he felt something blossom in his heart at the sight of the small blonde on his lap, moving against his hard cock. Falling back down against him, Buffy buried her head against Angel’s shoulder, biting down gently on his neck, her hips lifting gently. “Oh, God, Buffy,” Angel murmured into her hair, his head lifting to kiss her neck. Buffy moaned and pulled back from his shoulder, Angel laying his head back down. Buffy looked into his eyes and cradled his face between her hands, her hips lifting a little faster. He smiled up at her and tucked away a strand of hair that fell in front of her face. Her lips touched his gently and her tongue probed his lips apart and entered his mouth, running over the top of his teeth, the kiss turning into a passionate meeting. She started moving faster against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest teasingly. “Angel...” Buffy moaned, sitting back up and steadying herself against his stomach, her nails digging into the muscles. Angel cried out and moved to put his hands on her hips, but they were intercepted by hers. Removing the one that was underneath her nightgown, Buffy leaned forward to hold his hands above his head, each wrist held by one of her small hands. “No...” Angel didn’t fight it, knowing full well that he could easily break her hold on him but enjoying it far too much. Buffy continued her slow thrusts, pushing Angel as far as he could go into her tight hole. Angel’s moaning only heightened her pleasure and she slowly allowed her thrusts to get even quicker, drawing out the pleasure between them, knowing it would be well worth it. Angel’s deep voice crying out was all it took for Buffy to release him and let him put his hands on her hips, guiding her. “Harder,” she whimpered, rejoicing in the feeling of Angel complying and using her momentum to push her down harder and deeper. Throwing her head back, Buffy cried, “Oh, God,” and threw herself forward, her hands landing on Angel’s shoulders and her teeth clenched as she quickly approached her orgasm. Angel tried to get her to move faster as the slap of skin against skin filled the room, echoed by their breathy moans. Buffy gasped and cried out as Angel gently touched her clit and moved his thumb in small circles on it. “Oh, God, yes...” “Buffy!” Angel yelled, his orgasm hitting him hard and he felt blinding-hot white pleasure shoot through him as Buffy quickly followed him. She came, her nails digging into Angel’s shoulders. Buffy fell against him, her cry muffled by his neck. Letting her hips fall limp, her body slack, another incredible orgasm wracked her body and she whimpered as the sensations became too much, her body quivering as waves of pleasure crashed in her. “Oh...God, oh...Angel...oh, my...Angel...” Buffy mumbled against his skin. She rested her head against him, her energy returning to her slowly. Angel chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her hair softly. After a few moments of laying still and letting breathing return to normal, Buffy picked herself up and looked down at Angel. He looked content and had a sexy half-smile on his face. Buffy grinned in return and leaned down, kissing him. After a few more moments, Buffy lifted herself off of Angel, crawling slowly to the top of the bed and pulling the comforter and sheet back, throwing some of the extra pillows off and onto the floor. Angel followed suit, throwing his jeans and boxers to the floor and crawling under the comforter, completely naked. He pulled Buffy back by her waist before she could crawl underneath the comforter and slowly lifted the nightgown from her body, throwing it onto the floor next to his things. Buffy looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled at him as she went back about settling underneath the bed sheets. Once they were both under, Buffy’s back pressed into Angel’s chest, his arm wrapped around her warmly, Buffy noticed that the light was still on. She sighed. “Angel,” she said with a fake whine, looking back at him. “The light’s still on.” Angel lifted his head from the pillow and squinted down at her. She laughed and nudged him with her elbow, turning back around to settle into the bed. “Can you please turn it off?” Angel rolled his eyes and was about to argue, telling her to get up and do it herself, when she looked back at him with sugar-coated eyes and stuck out her bottom lip. “Please...” Sucking in some breath, Angel relented and threw the covers off him and climbed from the bed. He walked swiftly to the opposite side of the room and switched the light off, bathing the room in the moonlight that managed to filter through the window. Angel was in bed next to Buffy before she knew it and she pushed her back against his chest once more. He wrapped around her and sighed against her neck. She suddenly giggled. “You have a nice butt,” she said softly, bringing a hand up behind her and placing it on the back of his head. She craned her head and pressed his lips against hers softly. Closing her eyes, she settled against the pillow and closed her eyes. She was halfway between reality and dreamland when she heard Angel whisper something. “I love you,” he said so softly that she could barely hear it. But she did and she felt her heartbeat skip a beat. He obviously thought she was asleep, or else he wouldn’t have said it. Buffy stirred in his arms and she felt Angel stiffen behind her. Buffy turned around and looked up into his eyes, half his face in shadow, the other glowing from the moonlight. He looked down at her, embarrassment, fear and shock registering on his face. “I love you,” she replied just as softly, smiling slightly when his eyes widened slightly and shock made his mouth open slightly. “What?” he asked, wondering if he heard her right. Sighing, Buffy settled herself so she was more comfortably situated in his arms. He didn’t move a muscle in fear that he was dreaming and was hearing something he didn’t realize he had wanted to hear so badly. “Angel, I know I’ve only known you for...not too long. And the fact that you kidnapped me should put a little damper on the relationship, maybe even scare me, but...it doesn’t. There’s something going on in me that I can’t understand and I’ve seen the way you act and how...” She shook her head and looked down at the sheets puddled between them. “I don’t know. I feel a little stupid now.” She laughed nervously. “No,” he said abruptly. “I understand.” “I just don’t know what to do with Riley. Because right now, after I’ve actually been with you, I don’t know if I can simply leave you behind and I think-” Angel’s lips cut her off. “Shh,” he mumbled against them. “I know.” Kissing her again, he managed to mumble, “Don’t think. Just feel.” Buffy sighed against his lips and felt her mind clear of any thoughts other than the man in bed with her. Angel pushed the sheets between them away and rolled over so he was laying on top of her. Buffy opened her legs and allowed him to settle himself between her legs. The kiss stayed soft and long, tongues dueling gently as the two lovers accepted that the other loved them. There was a new passion between them that hadn’t been there before. When they had first given into each other, that had been about raw want and lust, pure and simple. And as they continued on, something had grown. Something new to both of them. But now, as they continued to kiss and caress each other, there was a deep need and passion. They craved each other. They felt each other like they had never felt anybody else before. Angel’s mouth left a trail of soft open-mouthed kisses along Buffy’s jaw line and down to her ear where he nibbled softly on her earlobe. His hips moved against hers gently and a soft cry escaped her lips as his hardened member caressed her vaginal lips and clit. Cradling her against him, Angel lifted his hips and placed the head of his cock at her entrance and pulled his head back, looking into her eyes, as if asking for permission. This was something he never did. He always took what he wanted. Always had. But, he felt like Buffy deserved more and he wanted to make sure she felt as wanted and needed and he knew she was. Buffy felt tears rise in the back of her throat when he looked back up at her to make sure this was what she wanted. It was like he was asking her permission. Closing her eyes, she nodded and she brought Angel’s forehead to hers, crying out again as he gently thrust into her. They kissed as they rocked against one another, the fierce and hard sex they had had earlier now lost to gentle and caring. Buffy felt her heart clench with emotion at the thought of Angel making love to her. He was making love to her. This was no longer just sex. They were making love. Buffy arched up into his body, her hips meeting his small thrusts easily, enjoying the loving sensations that were wracking her body. Angel moaned in her ear. He pulled back to look down at her, adoration in his eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful, Buffy... So beautiful...” Buffy grinned up at him and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck as she brought her legs up higher, moaning loudly in his mouth as he went deeper and touched her more sensitive spots deep inside her. She felt so close to him then, so loved and wanted. It felt so wonderful. Angel’s assault on her collarbone was welcomed and she cried out. Angel drew his tongue along her jaw line in a soft trail and reveled in her soft cries and loud moans. The fact that it was he who was eliciting this from her was amazing and it made him happier than he’d ever been. “Angel...” Buffy lifted her legs higher and tightened her grip on him. “Faster...” Angel’s pace took on a slightly quicker pace. Buffy shut her eyes and arched into his body more, willing him to go faster. She could feel herself climbing towards her wonderful release and wanted it so badly. Angel started sucking on her neck roughly and Buffy cried out, pushing her hips harder. “Angel, please...faster...I need...” she whimpered, her pleas cut off as Angel’s lips descended on hers and his hips became a blur. Buffy cried out his name and closed her eyes tightly as she felt herself coming dangerously near her wonderful release. “I love you,” Angel whispered against her lips. “I love you,” was Buffy’s breathy response before arching up into his body as her body found it’s release. She came, drowning her scream in Angel’s kiss as his body jerked against her. Breaking the kiss, Buffy’s and Angel’s cries mixed as blinding pleasure rocketed through her body again, plunging her into a happy abyss. Angel fell against Buffy’s small frame and breathed roughly, his eyes closed as his body attempted to recover. Buffy’s grip relaxed and she found herself completely limp and exhausted underneath him. They sat that for what seemed forever until Buffy felt her legs cramping and Angel’s deep breaths against her shoulder, indicating he was starting to fall asleep. “Angel,” she whispered, her arms that were wrapped around his neck unwinding to rub his back lovingly. “Hmm?” he said, lifting his head a bit and realizing that his heavy bulk was trapping Buffy beneath him. Groaning, Angel moved off of her and falling to the side, he was almost asleep. Buffy stretched and pulled the sheet up so they were covered. Looking over, Buffy smiled at the sight of Angel. One arm thrown over his stomach carelessly, his other arm stretched out, his head facing away from her. Stroking his hair, Buffy settled next to him, laying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. Smiling, Buffy sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, ready to surrender to her body’s need for sleep, her fingers still wrapped in Angel’s untamed hair. Then she felt him stirring next to her and roll over. His head landed on her shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. He snuggled against her warm body, a small snore slipping past his lips. Buffy grinned and kissed the top of his head, her fingers wrapping themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck while the other moved to rest on his hand on her waist. Surrendering to her dreams, she whispered, “I love you.” The last thing she heard was Angel’s incoherent whisper, “Love you...” The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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