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Riley Finn had paced in the same exact line for the last two hours. In his offices, his hands were clasped behind his back and his face was scowling. Where in the hell could that bastard with his girlfriend be? In one of his fists he held a little black velvet box. Inside was a small gold ring with a five karat diamond perched on it. It was the ring he was planning on asking Buffy to marry him with. The day she got kidnapped. He had been so preoccupied with his work and neglecting Buffy. Things hadn’t been very exciting in the bedroom, as far as he was concerned anyway and knew that she wasn’t very happy either. Except for the last few weeks. She herself seemed occupied with her thoughts where she would usually be paying attention to him. He would sometimes come home and find her leaving their bedroom, flushed and drained of energy, as if she had been in there... He couldn’t even finish the thought. There was a mixture of disgust and pain that she needed to spend time by herself, pleasuring herself, instead of coming to him. And now she was missing. Had been missing for almost three days, in fact. He had no idea where she could be. The man who had claimed to know where she was lead them to a dead end and that had resulted in Riley getting a refund on his million dollars and another body to deal with. He would not tolerate failure, especially when it came to his girlfriend. Some prick was holed up with her in god knows where, doing only what he could imagine and probably fucking her up real good. He couldn’t stand it if something happened to her because of his work. The man, Penn, who had told him who took her, said that an Angelus Liam was responsible. The supposed brother to William “Spike” Liam, whom he had killed a few months ago because Riley had thought that he had been stealing money from him through a connection with the IRS. Although the information could have been false, he never took chances. Sighing, Riley finally sat down and stared at the ring in his hands, opening the box and looking at the ring inside. It was beautiful and caught the light in the room perfectly and reflected it on his face. Riley knew he should have called the police and handled the situation differently, but he couldn’t chance that, what with his record and such. Clenching his teeth, Riley looked up at the wall opposite his large chair and suddenly threw the little box across the room. When they had reached the warehouse, he had sent his police cars all around the area to search for anyone suspicious or anyone matching Buffy’s description and none of them found anyone. Inside the large room, there was an assortment of food and papers, none of which had any fingerprints of any kind. On the bedspread found in the corner of one of the rooms, traces of semen and vaginal fluid was found and Buffy’s fingerprints. The male’s semen showed that he had AB blood. Shaking with anger, Riley couldn’t stop his imagination from running free at the thought of what had happened between the little blonde and her captor. Either she was raped or went willingly, maybe to save her life. But Riley’s anger got in the way of rational thinking. “That little slut,” he suddenly spat and stood, gathering the ring and throwing it into the trash bin before rushing from the room. His secretary sat at her large desk and looked up, startled when her boss came stampeding into the room, his face red from anger. “Find every connection Angelus Liam has ever had, friends, family, work, anything you can fucking find. Do it now!” Riley yelled at the scared woman. Harmony Kendall scrambled to her computer, picking up the phone at the same time, her hands shaking the entire time.
Buffy Summers stretched, rising her arms above her head and rolling her toes before collapsing again. Not opening her eyes, Buffy rolled over, her arms reaching out and smacking someone in the face. “Ow,” the person mumbled, annoyed and grabbing her arm and holding against his side. Buffy’s eyes snapped open and immediately squinted at the bright light that assaulted her delicate orbs filtering from the large window. Looking down, she felt her mouth fall open and surprise fill her. It wasn’t a dream. None of it was. This man had really kidnapped her and held her hostage until she gave in and told him what she wanted, which he only gladly complied to. The man below her rolled over and faced her, releasing her arm and pulling her down for a deep kiss. Buffy felt her body immediately respond and went right along with it, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. “Morning, baby,” Angelus Liam murmured, kissing her nose lightly before closing his eyes and attempting to fall asleep on her pillow, holding her close. “It wasn’t a dream?” was Buffy’s response. Angel’s eyes snapped open at that and he squinted at her. “What? What dream?” A defensive note rose in his voice and Buffy raced to rid of it. “I thought all of this was a dream. Everything that happened. Oh, my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just...I expected to wake up next to Riley. I wasn’t expecting you.” Rising his eyebrows, Angel stared at her a moment longer and then released her. “Is that what you want? After everything that happened? What we said?” “No,” Buffy said quickly, sitting up and pulling the sheet around her chest. “I’m sorry, Angel, but it’s not every day that someone kidnaps me and then fucks me over and over again.” Angel actually appeared to look hurt and he sat up as well, turning away from her. “If you think that’s what-” “No,” Buffy said, her voice softer this time. She moved forward and hugged his back, the sheet covering her the only barrier between their skin touching. “It’s not. I just thought that everything that had happened was too good. It wouldn’t happen to me. I don’t feel like I deserve you. I’m sorry if I offended you or-” “You didn’t offend me. Just scared me that, well, after last night, you wouldn’t want to be with.” Looking back at his little blonde beauty, he spoke softly. “I was afraid you were going to say you wanted to go back to that sick bastard.” Looking deeply into his eyes, Buffy shook her head. “Never. That’s not what I meant. And I meant what I said last night. Before you made love to me.” Smiling softly at her innocent words, Angel turned back around and hugged her to him, the sheet falling down. Rubbing her back gently, Angel pushed her back and settled on top of her, his lips finding the pulse on her throat. A soft moan left her lips before she could stop it and she opened her legs wide for him. “I love you, Buffy,” Angel whispered softly into her hair as he rested on top of her. “Never leave me.” “I never will, Angel. Never.” Rolling over, Angel grasped her hips and pulled the sheets out from between her legs, where he wanted to be the most. Straddling his hips, Buffy looked down at the man underneath her adoringly. Angel stared up at her with glassy eyes as they roamed over her body appreciatively. “You are so beautiful. Do you know that?” Grinning at his compliment, Buffy leaned down and kissed his lips softly, pulling away and moving down his neck before he could respond. “Don’t move,” she whispered. Angel felt a rush of excitement run through him and he complied as he watched her little blonde head move further down until her hot little tongue circled his nipple teasingly. He groaned and closed his eyes as her teeth grazed the tip softly. Her hand ran down his body while the other helped brace her against the bed. Ignoring his neglected nipple, Buffy continued her way down, letting her tongue slip in his navel, the sound coming from his throat a mixture of a growl and moan. Smiling against his skin, Buffy ran her tongue across his abdomen before going further. Slipping further down, Buffy settled herself between his legs and cupped him softly. She felt him hardening under her intimate touch and she felt a power she had never felt when touching a man like this. It was different with Angel. Leaning forward, she pulled down the boxer shorts he wore and tossed them to the side of the bed. Repositioning herself, she gripped his manhood and ran her tongue along the mushroom shaped head, smiling slightly at his strangled moan. She moved further down, her tongue licking a hot trail down his cock as he gripped the sheets in one fist and her hair in the other. Giggling slightly, she returned to the top where she took his cock into her mouth, sucking gently, tasting the pre-cum that beaded there. “Oh god, Buffy,” Angel moaned, lifting his head to watch as her little blonde head began moving down, taking him further into his mouth. Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth, his head fell back. Buffy swirled her tongue around his thick shaft, reveling in his strangled sounds. He sounded so helpless and lost. It made her smile. Placing her hand at the base of his cock, she began moving it in time with her mouth as she began sucking harder and faster. She heard him groan and cry out her name softly, making her move faster. Massaging his testicles gently, she felt him starting to tense. “Buffy,” Angel panted, lifting his head once more to look down at her. The sight of her blonde head moving on him made a thrill of excitement streak through him and he let himself go with a curt shout, shooting his hot cum into her mouth. He delighted in the fact that she swallowed every bit of it, sucking on his softening cock gently before looking up at him and licking her lips, grinning. “C’mere,” he murmured, gesturing to her to join him at the top of the bed. She crawled up his body with a predatory glint in her eye, resting herself on top of him again. They were both startled as Doyle rushed into the room without knocking and Buffy let out a little sound of embarrassment. She wrapped the sheet around her chest and climbed off Angel, watching as the Irish man came in a rush, out of breath and a look of fear and irritation on his face. “Doyle, what the hell-” Angel started. “Angel, man, you gotta come downstairs. There’s a bunch o’ cops at the front door and her man won’t stop fuckin’ bangin’ on the door!” Doyle said in a rush, his clothing indicating that he himself had just stumbled out of bed, wearing boxers and an unbuttoned shirt. Buffy’s eyes widened and she gasped, jumping out of bed and taking the sheet with her. Angel quickly grabbed a pillow to cover himself as his only coverage left him, watching as Buffy rushed around the room, looking for her clothes. “Ohmygodohmygod,” she repeated over and over as a mantra, fear coloring her voice so thickly Angel wanted to whisk her away and take her to the darkest corner of the earth and hide her. She was moving around so fast that Angel stared at her dumbly before ordering Doyle to wait for Buffy and him outside. As the dark-haired man left, Angel discarded the pillow and stepped over to Buffy, stopping her rushing. Her eyes frantically scraped the expanse of the room, completely forgetting that she had set them on one of the chairs near the door. “Buffy, calm down.” “No, no, no I can’t, Angel. You don’t know Riley. He’s...he’s...oh, my god, I have to find my clothes.” Buffy pushed Angel away and continued her fruitless search. Angel walked over the chair, grabbing a pair of his pants on the way and pausing to slip them on before grabbing the clothes Buffy had been wearing and walking back over to her. “Buffy, please-” “Oh, my clothes!” Ripping them from Angel’s hands, she slipped them on underwearless and discarded the sheet on the floor before moving to the front door. Angel’s firm hand on her arm stopped her. “Are you really that eager to get rid of me?” he demanded in an angry voice. Buffy stared at him blankly before his words set in. “What?” “The minute you hear he’s here, you just can’t wait to get the hell out of here, Buffy. What the fuck do I mean to you, anyway?” His grip on her arm had only tightened before he realized what he was doing and released her. His gaze was furious. “Was all that you said just a lie?” “What - no.” Buffy’s face was a mix of fear, worry and pain. Buffy watched as he moved away from her, grabbing a t-shirt and putting it on, running a hand through his hair. “Angel, I’m-” “No!” he shouted and Buffy stopped in her tracks. “Just shut up, will you? I don’t get you, Buffy. Everything you say seems so real and then all of a sudden you’re a different person. Who the hell are you? Why-” “I’m scared!” she shouted in a high pitched tone. Angel abruptly stopped and watched as tears welled in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. “I’m so scared, Angel. Of Riley. And what he’ll do. If he could find me this easily, then how can we possibly be together and safe at the same time? He is such a dangerous man and I’m so scared of what he’ll do to me...to you.” Angel stared at her before stepping forward and sweeping her into his arms. Buffy sobbed into his shoulder as he cradled her. “Shhh. I’m sorry, Buffy. I didn’t mean that. You don’t have anything to be scared of,” Angel pulled her back from his embrace, “do you understand?” Buffy’s face was contorted in an emotional breakdown and she barely nodded before he pulled her back to him. “I love you so much, Buffy. In such a short time, I’ve managed to fall in love and want to marry the greatest person on the entire planet.” “Marry me?” Buffy mumbled against his shirt. Angel kissed her neck and smiled against her. “If you’ll have me?” Buffy’s response was cut short by Doyle’s pounding on the bedroom door. Angel pulled back from her and grabbed her much smaller hand and pulled her to the door. “Remember, you have absolutely nothing to worry about, right?” Buffy nodded and breathed in heavily as he opened the door and they followed Doyle down the stairs. She could hear the loud banging and shouts from outside. She released her lover’s hand and went to the window to look out at the commotion. Perhaps half a dozen police cars were there, their lights all on and illuminating anything that the morning sun didn’t catch. She saw a myriad of uniforms and a well-dressed man she knew to be her boyfriend standing at the door. She thanked the gods that the front door to the house was so strong or she was sure that the group of men would have knocked it down already and taken her and Angel away. “Buffy,” Angel called to her softly and she pulled back and walked to Angel. He took her hand and squeezed it tightly, reassuringly. She smiled at him weakly and watched as Doyle opened the door. She steeled herself for the inevitable. Complete silence filled the front hall of the house for a long moment. Only a few chirping birds and a plane could be heard from the outside world. Riley stared openmouthed at his beloved Buffy before rushing forward and grabbing her into a hug. She dropped Angel’s hand and braced herself on his shoulders as he spun her in tight circles. She was beginning to feel a rush of nausea when he finally set her down. She would have stumbled if Riley hadn’t been there to steady her. Then his lips were over hers. Buffy couldn’t remember what she had ever found pleasurable about those lips. They were nothing like the warmth of Angel’s or as passionate or comforting as his. They covered hers desperately and awkwardly as plenty of people stood by and watched. Including her Angel who looked about ready to punch the man he saw as offending his woman. Buffy pushed him away from her roughly. He took a step back and looked down at her confused, as if wondering why she would even think to push him away. They were about to be engaged, weren’t they? “Riley, please,” she gasped, holding up a hand to keep him at a distance. Angel watched on in satisfaction. Before Buffy could say anything more, Riley turned to Angel and pointed at him in an accusing way. Keeping his light blue eyes locked with Angel’s darker ones, he said, “There’s the man to be arrested. He’s the one who kidnapped my fiancee.” Angel looked about ready to jump Riley when the policemen came barging into Doyle’s home, some wielding handcuffs, others guns, as if they’d been expecting a big brawl. These guys were definitely in Riley’s back pocket if they were willing to do everything he said. Buffy couldn’t have moved faster. She jumped in front of Angel and held her hands up. Riley and Doyle stared at her surprisingly. Some of the men protested, but most of them stopped. “You’re what?” she demanded of Riley, that being the first thing tumbling from her lips. He looked startled and slightly embarrassed. “My fiancee,” he said, his voice confused and bordering on rage. “What the hell are you doing? Get the hell out of the way and let them arrest the sack of shit that took you.” Buffy’s mind raced as she struggled to come up with a plausible story that would convince Riley that Angel had indeed taken her, but not against her will. Little white lies. “He didn’t take me,” she blurted. “And I’m not your... fiancee.” Riley stared at her, his mouth pinched in a thin line. He waved away the policemen and looked at the little blonde who had claimed to love him not just a week ago. “What?” he asked in a dangerous tone. Buffy fought from flinching. Some part of her had always known that Riley was this way. A dangerous man to society and her. But she had always clouded it with thoughts of love and happiness. When in reality, it had all been her need for someone to have. It hadn’t been real. “He didn’t take me,” she repeated slowly, cautiously. Riley was clearly waiting for her to elaborate, so she did. Biting the inside of her lip, she let loose, “We’ve been seeing each other for weeks now.” Riley’s face wore complete disbelief, Angel and Doyle’s eyebrow’s shot up and everyone else just stood in silent shock. She was cheating on him? It was several minutes before anyone started talking. Buffy did first. She moved forward and reached out a hand to touch his arm. “Riley, I didn’t- ” Riley’s slap stopped her mid sentence as she flew to the ground from the impact. His open palm had landed squarely in the middle of her cheek and it felt like he had used every ounce of strength he had, an explosion breaking out in her head. She looked up at him in shock before he himself was on the ground, babying his now hopefully broken nose. Angel shook his hand from the force of the hit. He looked to Doyle and then knelt next to Buffy. No one had moved a muscle. The cops were perfectly still, not knowing what to do with the situation. “Jesus fucking Christ, Buffy, are you okay?” Angel asked softly as he picked up Buffy and cradled her in his arms. She was still staring mutely at Riley, wondering how he was capable of anything such as this, much less kill a person. Angel kissed her temple softly and gently set the palm his hand against her inflamed cheek. Buffy hissed and moved away from it. “I’m sorry.” “No...” she whispered. “It was...” Buffy’s voice was lost as she continued to stare. Angel pulled Buffy up with him and held her close to his body as Riley stood as well. He glared at the couple. “You little slut,” he spat, holding his nose. “How dare you? I gave you anything and everything you ever wanted, including my love. And what do you do? You spit on me and throw yourself away with this...this shit.” Buffy felt Angel tense at her side, his hand clenching into a fist, ready to throw it at his face once more. Buffy rested her hand on his where it rested on her hip and looked at Riley, fear and anger in her eyes. “You kill people.” It sounded accusing and, at the same, as if everyone should know it, like it was common knowledge. Riley only stared. His lips were drawn in a tight line of anger and he seethed, his eyes penetrating her emerald ones, tears creating a glassy effect on her orbs. “What?” “You killed Angel’s brother, and others...” She stared at him. “I trusted you and... How could you do things like this?” “Buffy-” Riley started. “No,” Buffy interrupted, her eyes never leaving his face. “Take your parade of assholes and get the hell out of here. From where I’m standing, you lost me a long time ago, Riley.” “What-” “You heard her,” Angel practically growled, more than ready to throw him out on his ass. Riley turned his gaze to him. “Shut the fuck up! This has nothing to do with you,” Riley snarled, turning to Buffy. “Listen to me, will you?” Buffy stepped out of Angel’s arms and took a step towards him. “Why should I?” “Buffy-” The sound Buffy’s hand slapping his face resounded in the house. He stared at her. “You little-” Before he knew what was happening, Angel grabbed the lapels of his expensive suit and threw him at the horde of policemen. “Get the hell out.”
“How’s your hand?” The dark bruise on Angel’s hand was clearly visible in the dim lighting in the bathroom. Buffy’s smaller hands cradled the injured hand in the bathtub where the lovers sat quietly. Small white candles provided the only lighting as they relaxed. “It doesn’t hurt,” Angel replied softly, his lips against her shoulder. Buffy ran her fingers over the discolored skin and leaned her head back against Angel’s shoulder. Her cheek was red and the skin was angry, irritated. Angel had laid ice on it and it reminded her of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, her back pressed into his chest snugly. She felt safe and content whenever she was near him, protected from the evils in the world. “I didn’t want any of that to happen like it did.” “It’s not your fault, sweetie,” Angel said in her ear, laying his head against hers. “I’m just glad you’re still here with me.” “I love you,” Buffy said, her eyes closed as the warm water wrapped around them like a warm blanket. “I didn’t think that the we had been seeing each other for weeks would come out,” she said with a ghost of a giggle. Angel smiled. “Well, it’s sort of the truth,” Angel whispered. It brought back memories of their first meeting, and then their second. Several moments of comfortable silence passed by as the couple reflected on the last few days. “You know it’s true,” Buffy suddenly blurted “What’s that?” “How I’ve wanted you when I first saw you,” Buffy continued, twisting her body around to face him. Angel grinned at her before reaching forward and kissing her softly on the lips. Buffy sighed in contentment. This was definitely where she belonged. She had no doubt. Buffy could feel Angel’s tongue massaging her lips, begging for entrance. She obeyed, opening her mouth. Buffy moaned and broke the kiss, staring into his eyes lovingly. “Now, what were you saying about marriage?” Chuckling, Angel turned Buffy back around and pulled her to his chest, his hands resting on her stomach, clasped together tightly. Buffy rested hers over his. “Later,” he whispered huskily, his mouth attaching to her soft neck. His hands unclasped from where they rested on her stomach and they traveled down her body, tracing her thighs softly. Buffy closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations his long fingers elicited. Buffy moaned softly as he traced the soft lips underneath her downy hair, causing her to arch into his touch. Angel smiled at her response, ignoring his reaction to her slight writhing, bringing one of his hands up to her stomach to keep her still. Buffy whimpered as his thumb brushed against her sore clit and his middle finger brushed against her nether lips before pushing forward, entering her gently. “Angel,” she hissed softly, her body forced to stay still as his hand held her and brought her pleasure equally. He knew there was nothing else in the world that brought him more joy than bringing his lover pleasure. It filled him with a masculine pride that he had the ability to make her beg for more. It made him feel powerful. Alternating between soft pressure and hard thrusts, Buffy thrust against his hand roughly, causing the water that held them to ripple and splash over the edge non to gently. They both ignored it as Buffy’s orgasm approached quickly. As her movements changed and became more desperate, Angel pressed against her clit harder. He felt her body tense before she fell over the edge, her voice mewling his name loudly before she slouched against him in content. Sighing happily, Buffy pressed herself back against her lover, feeling his strong erection pressing against her back. All she needed to hear was his groan of appreciation before she turned around, grace completely lost in the act. She straddled his waist as she settled on him, resting against him momentarily. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips before kissing his soundly. “I love you, too,” Angel replied before gasping and thrusting up against the small blonde on top of him.
Two Months Later Buffy stared at the small stick in her hands in shock. She couldn’t be. This couldn’t be happening. She’d been late, a little later than usual. Her monthly cycles had always been totally whacked and she never had a real steady period. She’d only done it as an extra precaution. She didn’t actually expect this. She was pregnant. And she didn’t even know who the father was. The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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