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Buffy closed her eyes tighter against the sunlight streaming through her window and attempted to fight the urge to stay in bed and never get up. School wouldn’t like that, especially since it was put on this earth to cause torment and make teenagers completely miserable. And neither would her mom. Joyce Summers had gotten back from her trip to Sacramento almost two months ago and had found the house almost completely clean and the kitchen completely stocked with food. Buffy giggled as she remembered her mother’s face when she had come home to this, considering the last time Joyce had left Buffy in charge of everything around the house. Licking her lips and smiling slightly, Buffy felt her hands unconsciously roam over her body in an attempt to imagine Angel there with her. She remembered the days she had spent with Angel, over the weekend. All they had done was make love all over his apartment. It was exciting to know that they had had sex in every possible place in the area where her lover lived. Swallowing, Buffy accidentally slipped back into a light sleep, her memories making the small dream she had extremely pleasant.
Buffy leaned against the counter top and stared at the toaster, willing it to pop the toast up. A canister of butter rested beside her and a knife had fallen into it, waiting to be used. A napkin was almost crunched in her fist as she stared, wondering how such an old contraption could work. Wearing only a pair of short shorts and a tight white t-shirt, she had her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, still slightly wet from the shower she had shared with Angel. He was off collecting the clothes he had taken to the dry cleaners and would be returning soon. And all Buffy wanted was to lay down, have some toast, and her Angel. Her mother had been gone for only a day and a half and she and Angel had hardly left his apartment since then. Closing her eyes, Buffy smiled widely at the thought of Angel’s hard body pressed against hers in his bed. Opening her mouth slightly, she licked her lips slowly, her arousal growing quickly as she remembered the day they had spent in bed. Her moan was cut off by the door opening and Angel’s voice. "I’m home!" Giggling, she stood and was about to turn around and greet him when he pressed into her back and pushed her against the counter top. Buffy closed her eyes and savored the feeling. "Hi." "Hey, baby," he said softly, licking her neck seductively. Moaning, she leaned her head back and gave him more access to her throat as his hands slipped underneath her shirt to her bare breasts and massaged them eagerly. "Making some toast?" "Mmhmm," Buffy moaned, pushing her bottom back into his hips and reveling in the growl that escaped his throat. "I was hungry." "I’m hungry, too," he whispered in her ear. Pulling her shirt up, he revealed her breasts to the cool air in the apartment and she gasped as they immediately perked to attention, making her shiver as he teased them. "Yes," she hissed. "Do you like that?" he whispered to her once more, and she nodded. Whimpering she reached back to him and gripped his ass, pulling him towards her and she felt his hard cock confined in his pants press against the crease of her behind. He moaned against her skin and she moved her hips up and down against him. "Buffy..." Crying out, she almost fell forward from the pleasurable waves rushing through her, but Angel held her still. Looking behind her, she stared into his eyes. "Fuck me, Angel," she pleaded. "I need you inside me." Growling at her words, Angel ripped his jacket off and Buffy braced herself against the counter as he made quick work of his pants, the sound of a zipper filling the air. Standing, Buffy pushed her shorts down, and lifted one foot out, leaving the material pooling at her other foot. Angel pushed her down against the counter and Buffy cried out when her sensitive nipples came into contact with the coolness of the counter top. Angel held her there and wrapped his fingers in her hair, pulling the ponytail out, as he guided his cock to her wet opening. With one thrust, he imbedded himself in her tight hole. Buffy gasped. "Oh!" she cried, pushing her hips back to meet his deep thrusts. "Oh, god, Angel. Uh..." Angel pulled her hair, pulling her body back flush against his. Buffy adjusted herself and spread her legs, pushing herself on tiptoe to meet him equally. Throwing her head back on his shoulder, she felt Angel lean his head forward and suck on her neck. His blunt teeth bit her gently where he had the first night they made love. "Harder, Angel. Bite me harder," she demanded, rejoicing as he complied and feeling a rush of excitement run through her. Wondering at her animalistic need while having sex with Angel and why she wasn’t disgusted with herself or him, she whimpered softly as Angel pushed her down against the counter and his thrusts deepened. Holding her down with one hand and helping to guide her hips with the other, Angel moaned loudly as Buffy clenched her inner muscles around him. Buffy curled her fingers and felt her nails ache from being pressed so hard against the hard counter top, forcing her to release and clench her hands into fists. Her cries echoed in the apartment, contrasting Angel’s grunts against the rhythm of his hips slapping her bottom. "Angel...! I need..." Groaning, Buffy panted, rubbing her face against the cool top. "God, I’m so close..." she whispered. Crying out, Angel fell forward and draped his body over Buffy’s as his speed picked up and lost all rhythm. Pounding into her, Angel clutched Buffy to him and pushed his face into the back of her neck. "Yes..." Buffy mouthed before Angel’s sharp fangs protruded and pierced the skin at the nape of her neck. "Oh, God!" Buffy released a short shout before feeling her orgasm explode within her and her body jerking roughly against the counter top. Angel sucked harshly on her neck and moaned against her as he came, his body arching against hers and causing Buffy to feel the white hot flash of her orgasm rocket through her once more, making her cry out his name softly. "AngelAngelAngelAngel," Buffy murmured over and over again as her body thrust against his weakly, attempting to ride out her orgasm to the fullest. Angel’s fangs retracted back, his gums healing immediately. Licking his lips, he kissed the back of her neck softly, leaving wet kisses along her spine. A trail of her powerful blood dripped down her neck slowly and made a small puddle near her face as she finally opened her eyes. "Tell me we’ll do that again," Buffy said quietly, and Angel laughed...
Angel’s laughter was the last thing Buffy heard in her dream before her mother knocked on her door again. Opening her eyes in annoyance, Buffy yelled out impatiently, "I’m up!" "Then get up, sweetie. If you do now, you’ll still have time for a shower," was Joyce’s reply. Hearing her walk away, Buffy rolled over and opened her eyes wider and allowed them to adjust to the light. Angel never has to deal with this, she thought grumpily. Since her mother’s return, she had hardly gotten to see Angel as much as she would have liked to. That weekend was the most time she’d spent with him in so long, she was wondering why she wasn’t going through withdrawal. The few moments they did get time together, they had experimented a lot and she found that she loved the way he tasted. All of him. Stretching her legs, Buffy felt the wetness between her legs and smiled, assuming that she had gotten herself wet from her little dreams about Angel. Rolling over and out of bed, Buffy trudged out of her room and towards the bathroom, promising herself a little fun in the shower to ease the ache where she was used to Angel being planted. Closing the door behind her, Buffy pulled her shorts down and sat down on the toilet. Reaching over for the toilet paper, Buffy caught a glimpse of her underwear and swore. Her period had started.
Buffy walked into the library slowly, only too happy that the school day was over. During her sixth hour, she had been rocked by a moment of intense cramps and it took all of Buffy’s Slayer power to not run out of the room and to Angel’s, where he would surely comfort her. And then that lead to other thoughts. About making love. Then about her having her period and whether he would be grossed out. But he’s a vampire, she had thought, then stopped her thinking right then and there. Rubbing her arms, Buffy knew that she was going to be in a world of awkwardness around any vampire and she knew that any vampire she didn’t love would be dust sooner than she could say "Shut up". Maybe she should just avoid Angel for the following week. "Hello, Buffy. How are you?" Buffy looked up and smiled at her Watcher. Rupert Giles smiled back and looked back down at the book in his hand, a cup of tea in his other. Typical Watcher/librarian Giles. What would she do without him? "Did you get a lot of slaying done this weekend?" Oh, that’s right. Not slay when she was feeling dirty and on her damn period! "We did okay," Buffy answered, sitting down in one of the wooden chairs that circled the large wooden table in the heart of the library, which happened to be right above the Hellmouth. "We?" Giles asked. "We, as in, you and Angel?" "Yes, Giles. Me and Angel. Angel and me. We." "Right, then." Setting down his book and cup, Giles walked towards the book cage and opened it, looking back at her expectantly. "Shall we train for a bit?" Groaning, Buffy fought back the urge to yell no and run from the library. Standing, she approached her Watcher, nodding unhappily when Willow walked in, followed by Xander and Cordelia. "Hi!" Willow greeted, stopping next to the Slayer and Watcher while Xander and Cordelia greeted them and continued to the table. "What’s going on?" "Not much," Buffy replied half-heartedly, staring at Giles as he approached her with two broad swords. He wasn’t wearing his traditional padding and Buffy hoped that this training session would be short and sweet. Or, as sweet as you can get with two swords clashing here and there. Giles handed her one and closed the door to the book cage. "Ah, Willow. Good thing you are here." Willow watched Giles closely. "Need me to be Internet Girl, do ya?" she asked with a small smile. "Some new baddy in town I need to know about?" "Indeed. I need you to research a new threat to the Slayer. It is called a Gillamashi demon. It will be performing a ritual. It supposedly will end the world as we know it. But, I don’t believe that. In some books, it says that it will produce a large amount of squirrels that will run rampant until they disappear, or some silly nonsense like that. I just need to know what people are saying on the, uh, computer," Giles answered, leaving Buffy with one of the swords and leading Willow to the computer, holding a sword himself. The happy redhead followed and threw her backpack on the library desk as Giles hefted the book he had been holding earlier and handed it to her. "This one." Willow made an ick face at the picture and looked up at Giles as she logged onto the Internet. "Why are they always slimy? Why can’t they be fuzzy, like a bunny?" Smiling at her gently, Giles answered, "Because they are demons." "I guess that’s a good answer." Willow smiled at Buffy before turning back to the computer. Giles turned towards the blonde Slayer. "Are you ready, Buffy?" Shrugging, Buffy lifted her sword and swung it around to allow her body to adjust to the weight of it. Satisfied, she faced Giles and thrust her sword at him suddenly. He countered at the last second and returned her attack, the tasks preoccupying the group for most of the afternoon.
Sighing tiredly, Buffy leaned against the desk as Giles put away the crossbow. Willow looked from the screen and smiled at her. "Tired?" "Just a little." Frowning, Buffy laid her head against her arms and looked up at Willow pitifully. "I started my period this morning." "I’m sorry, Buffy, that sucks." Looking back at the computer, Willow looked as if she had startled herself and she looked back at Buffy. "What are you going to do? I mean, around Angel?" Noticing her voice had lowered considerably, Buffy did the same and replied, "I don’t know. Every time I’ve ever had my period, it’s like every single vampire in existence can smell it. And as gross as that sounds, it never bothered me. I don’t even know about Angel. You know, whether it bothered him..." "Ooh, do you think he might find it, you know, kinda sexy?" Willow asked with a small grin on her face, clearly showing that she didn’t think Buffy and Angel’s relationship was weird, at all. She actually seemed excited. Her relationship with Oz was moving slowly and she seemed content and happy that her friend was happy. Staring at the floor behind the counter thoughtfully, Buffy raised her eyebrows and waited to answer. Would he find it sexy? Or gross that she had blood pouring out of her at almost every second of the day for five days. What would he think? "I don’t know, Will." Choosing not to answer, seeing that Buffy was losing herself in her thoughts, Willow chose instead to look back to the screen. A minute later, Buffy continued as if they had never stopped. "I mean, we’ve only been...making love...for a few months and I don’t know what he would think. Should I avoid him?" Willow shrugged. She didn’t know. She was dating a werewolf, something she had only recently found out, not a vampire. Although they did drink blood for sustenance, she didn’t know Angel as well as Buffy did. "Maybe you should wait until the next time your...on your period, to talk to him about it. Do you want to avoid him?" "I don’t want to. I’ve only seen him, like, twice in the last two weeks, not counting all of the Slayer-related times we were together. We’ve hardly been together, and I hate it, but maybe I should wait." "It’s your body, Buffy. Do what it’s telling you." Buffy looked at her, confused. "How do you know what your body is saying?" she asked. "You know what I mean," Willow continued, a grin on her face. "If you feel comfortable enough around Angel, then talk to him. If not, then tell him you have homework or something." "Yeah, Buffy having homework. Ha. Good one, Will," Buffy said before letting Willow return to the Internet and her to her thoughts. Maybe she was right. And her body was definitely telling her something.
The night was dark and unyielding...and so were her cramps. Rubbing her stomach as best she could for comfort, Buffy sighed heavily and wondered what she was even doing out here. She shouldn’t be patrolling. She should be at home, eating chocolate and wondering if Angel was going to drop by. They had never even tried to make love with her mother in the house and she thought that that time was coming soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could go without him. But, then there was her period. "God dammit," Buffy cursed, sitting on a stone bench in the heart of the cemetery. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Buffy cursed herself out in her head for not bringing backup Aspirin. "I’ll be okay," she murmured to herself. "I’ll be fine. Just need to get up." Opening her eyes, Buffy stared at the tree that stood four feet from her. And then the vampire that appeared from behind it. Groaning, she rolled her eyes. "God, do you guys ever just stop and think, ‘Gee, I wonder what it would be like to not die. Especially when I go looking for the Slayer!’" "You will die," he hissed. Buffy furrowed her brows. "You vampires are like a broken record. You all use the same threats. Do you know that?" Then he attacked. Buffy jumped up from her seat and leaped onto the bench, kicking the vampire viciously in the chin. As he stumbled back, Buffy leaped after him. She held out her hand as if to grab his shirt but he caught her, hugging her to him as he twisted and they stumbled to the ground. Buffy felt all the air leave her lungs as her back slammed into the cold earth, the vampire laying atop her grinning, licking his elongated teeth and a drop of drool falling to land on Buffy’s cheek. Coughing, Buffy grimaced as his hot breath danced across his skin. She smelled rotting meat and the stench of death. The vampire leaned down, his mouth open, ready to take her blood. Buffy felt the worst feeling possible build in her chest and wondered if this was what it felt like when a vampire was about to take your life. But he never got the chance with her. Before she knew it, there was nothing on her. Buffy rolled over and coughed again as a dark shadow lunged from behind the same tree and grabbed the vampire. As they growled at each other, Buffy recognized her lover fighting the vampire that would have taken her life had he not been there. Angel pummeled the creature before whipping out a stake and slamming it into its heart. A shriek filled the night as dust blew up in their faces. Angel turned back to his fallen lover, his glowing eyes acting as a beacon in the dark. Buffy fell onto her back and looked up at her savior. "Thanks for the save," she said, rasping slightly. "Are you okay?" Buffy smiled at his concern and allowed him to lift her from the ground, pulling her against him in a secure hug. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little out of it." "Do you want to go home?" Angel asked. He had never been so scared in his life. He had never seen Buffy lying on the ground, so helpless. She could have died. "Are you sure you’re okay?" "Yeah." Buffy went to stand on her own, then felt the pain of the fall. Groaning, she pushed her hand into the small of her back, looking up at the night. "Can we just sit down?" Without responding, Angel lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the stone bench. She giggled slightly. "You don’t have to carry me." Sitting down, Angel settled her into his lap. "You scared me," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes and running his hand up and down her thigh, forcing his face to change back to its human planes. "I would have been okay," she said quietly, her tone reassuring. Stroking his cheek, Buffy rested her forehead against his. Their eyes met and Buffy felt the weight of his worry. "It’s okay." "What if I hadn’t made it? What would have happened, Buffy?" Angel cupped the back of her head and pressed her head harder against his, as if reassuring himself that she was indeed alive. "I’ve never been so scared." "Hush," she whispered, "I’m here." Buffy pressed her lips against his. The kiss was soft and tender, loving. Then Angel kissed her harder, more desperate. Buffy allowed his tongue to ravage her mouth before forcing him back with hers. His large hands run up her back to her neck, down to her waist and then up to her hair. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Couldn’t seem to get himself to believe that he had actually saved her. "Oh, God, Buffy," he groaned against her lips. Buffy smiled in return, feeling his hands slip underneath her shirt. Buffy pushed her hands into his shoulders, ready to lift herself from his lap and straddle him when a sudden thought struck her. It was that time of the month. "Angel," Buffy gasped and broke the kiss. With her legs still thrown over to the side, she pulled back and stared at him. "Um..." How could she tell him? Too many sarcastic and fearful remarks filled her head as he stared at her questioningly. "What is it, baby?" Angel asked, trailing a finger down the side of her face softly. Buffy closed her eyes and sighed unhappily. "I’m on..." Buffy blushed. "You know." Understanding seemed to light up his features. "Oh. Is that what’s been bothering you?" "Well, yeah." Buffy looked at him. "Wouldn’t it bother you, too?" "Depends on what you’re insinuating," Angel answered honestly. Buffy raised her eyebrows. "You mean-" "Yes. Buffy, if you think that would even in the least bother me, it doesn’t. I actually find it...sexy..." Angel kissed her mouth. "Erotic..." He kissed her neck. Buffy closed her eyes and leaned her head back, giving him more access. "It’s an incredible turn on." Buffy opened her mouth in a pant as Angel teased her with his mouth. She couldn’t stop the rush of wetness between her legs at his words. His mouth moved lower and lower, his hand snaking up to push the collar of her shirt aside as his tongue licked a hot trail down her neck to where it met her shoulder. There was a small scar where he had bitten her the first night they made love. Growling possessively, he allowed his blunt teeth to sink into her skin. Buffy let out a strangled cry and arched into his mouth. As he pulled back, he smiled at the sight that greeted him. Buffy’s head was hanging back slightly, her mouth open as a pant escaped her lips. He kissed the soft skin softly up her neck to her full lips, kissing her firmly. Buffy sighed softly. "You know, I guess you would think it was...dirty or something," Buffy said hesitantly. "Far from it," he whispered, kissing her again. Buffy returned his kisses, her tongue dueling with his as the kiss turned into a rapid fight between the appendages. Slipping her arms around his neck, Buffy scooted off his lap and fell back on the bench, dragging him with her. "Not here." "Not feeling dangerous tonight?" Buffy muttered with an airy giggle. He growled against her lips. "You have no idea how much I would love to take you right here, but I don’t want anyone to see you. See what’s mine." Grinning possessively, Angel lifted her up like she weighed nothing and kissed her once more, pressed a kiss to her ear and whispered, "I want to taste you." Buffy shuddered at his low words. His tone left nothing to the imagination. Jumping off his lap, Buffy grabbed his hand and headed to his apartment.
"Are you sure this doesn’t gross you out?" Buffy asked softly, looking up at the vampire on top of her. He shook his head and Buffy sighed. "I still don’t understand why not. I think it’s gross." "Baby, I’m a vampire," he said softly before catching her lips in a soft kiss. They were laying on his bed, Buffy cradling Angel between her legs. She had just come from the bathroom, having removed her tampon only to be attacked by Angel as the scent of her blood became stronger. She moaned as he kissed her, moving down her jaw and along her collarbone. "Angel," she breathed as his hands traced her body, down her thighs and back up, lifting them higher on his waist. She groaned in pleasure as his obvious arousal pushed into her heat, making her wetter. Angel growled against her throat, his face changing unconsciously as the scent of her arousal and powerful blood mixing sought him out. Thrusting against her body, he rubbed against her sensually, causing her to arch her back and return his thrusts. She whimpered as he moved faster against her clit, bringing her closer to her release as he sucked on her neck gently, focusing on her scar. He bit into it gently and Buffy cried out, squeezing her legs tightly as her orgasm hit her, arching into her lover as he groaned with her. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fought himself as he felt Buffy trembling beneath him. This time was about her. About showing her that everything about her was beautiful. Angel kissed her lips gently, not realizing that his face was still that of the demon. Buffy didn’t notice neither and turned the kiss into a passionate meeting as his fang nicked her tongue gently. Buffy moaned into his mouth at the taste of her own blood. "God, Buffy, I love you so much," Angel whispered before moving down her body. He couldn’t help himself as he immediately moved to his knees before her and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Sliding them off, he saw her panties had a wet stain from her arousal, mixed with the dark red of her blood. Grinning, Angel hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them down, tossing them to the floor. Kissing the inside of her thigh, he was assaulted with the scent of her feminine musk, something so purely Buffy that he wanted to cry. Buffy moaned softly, grasping his comforter in her fists as he took his time. "Angel," she gasped, her tone begging. "Please." Unable to keep himself away and worship Buffy the way he wanted, he kissed her vaginal lips gently, a growl erupting from his lips before he delved deeper. Buffy cried out suddenly as his smooth tongue drove into her, lapping away at the blood there, beautifully mixed with her warm juices. Buffy came off the bed in a moment as her first orgasm rocked through her body and she yelled Angel’s name in ecstasy as he continued. Not sparing her a moment, he gorged himself on her blood, licking away the old blood before pushing his tongue deeper into her tight hole, seeking out more. Buffy whimpered loudly, gripping a handful of Angel’s hair in her hands as she held him to her, attempting to thrust her hips up before he clamped them down to the bed. "Oh, God, yes!" Buffy squealed, feeling her fourth orgasm of the night as Angel finally pulled away, sucking her clit into his mouth roughly and throwing her over the edge once more. Buffy moaned loudly, before crying out his name as she fell to the bed limply. Angel smirked against her thigh as he moved to rest his head against her stomach. Buffy cradled his head against her as she shook, her body attempting to recover. Licking his lips seductively, Angel turned his head to look up at her. "Do you believe me now?" Buffy sighed happily and nodded, pulling him up to her mouth, her eyes still closed. She kissed his languidly, reveling in the taste of her blood still in his mouth. She didn’t take time to notice the blood on his chin as it rubbed against her skin delightfully, leaving a sticky trail. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust against his hard cock. Moaning with her, Angel reached between them and undid his pants, pushing them down his hips with his boxers, allowing his member to pop free. Buffy broke the kiss and closed her eyes tightly, arching against him as he teased her opening with the head of his penis. "Oh, God, Angel, I need you," Buffy panted, attempting to push him closer to her with her legs wrapped around his hips. Without a second thought, he thrust into her. Buffy cried out loudly, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry as he fell back ungracefully to the floor. Gasping, she followed him, straddling his hips as he stared up at her in a daze from their new position on the floor. She had never looked more beautiful, her own blood drying around her lips and chin from him, her braless breasts heaving underneath her thin shirt, her head thrown back in pleasure as she almost immediately began moving against him, her hands flying to steady herself on his chest. And she was his. "Buffy," he moaned, moving to push her shirt up and cupping her breasts in his large hands. She moaned in response, her hips rising and falling against his roughly. Gasping, she began moving faster, opening her eyes to look down at her lover. He was staring at her with heavy-lidded eyes, massaging her breasts softly, teasing her nipples cruelly and never looking sexier with her blood smeared all over his face. God, how she loved this man. Angel thrust his hips up, both of them moving unconsciously together to massage her clit as she came, her head flinging and her hair whipping her clothed back. "Oh, God, Angel," she gasped, yelling his name continually until her voice was hoarse. She cried out from pain or pleasure, Angel didn’t know, as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her more roughly, causing her to whimper as he stroked her clit once more, throwing her into oblivion as he came, spilling his cold seed into her body. Buffy collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily as Angel panted beneath her. Neither spoke as they laid there before Angel finally drew himself up with Buffy half-asleep on top of him, cradling her as he stood and laid her on the bed. She sighed in bliss as she turned over and fell asleep. He smiled and changed into a pair of sweats before climbing in behind her, spooning her body lovingly. She pushed back against him as they fell into a dreamless sleep together.
Angel woke to find his side of the bed cold and empty. He rolled over and smiled as he saw his girlfriend rummaging through the drawer she had insisted he set aside for her clothes. Her bare ass before him, encased in a thong, wiggled as she finally found what she was apparently looking for. She pulled out a short skirt and shrugged it on over her hips. Disappointed that he lost his view, Angel sat up. "Morning." Buffy jumped and turned around. "Oh, you scared me!" Instead of scolding him as she usually did, she approached him, wearing her skirt and a spaghetti strap shirt and kissed him softly. "Morning, baby." Grabbing her around the waist, Angel pulled her down next to him and smiled as she squealed. "No, Angel! I have to go or I’ll be late for school!" "Don’t care," Angel grumbled at her protest, kissing along her neck. She arched into him before finally pushing him away. "I can’t be late anymore. Snyder’s got it in for me," she said, her disappointment at having to leave clear in her voice. Angel growled against her throat at the mention of her principle. "That man should die." Buffy giggled. "As much as I agree with you, I really need to graduate. I don’t think I could handle another year of high school." Sighing in disappointment, Angel pulled away and climbed out of bed with his blonde Slayer, watching her run to the front door to put her boots back on. Watching her shrugging her coat on, she turned to tell him goodbye but she never got the chance. She was immediately pinned to the door face first as Angel pushed her against it, his arousal pressing into her ass. "Angel, we can’t," she panted, anticipation clear in her voice. "Don’t care," Angel growled once more. Pushing his pants down and out of the way, he lifted her skirt and pulled her thong out of the way as he thrust into her. Buffy gasped and immediately arched her back, thrusting against him. Their meeting was rough and quick, a powerful mating between lovers. Angel didn’t dare bite into her neck once more but bit into her back with his blunt teeth as he came, causing her to tumble into her own oblivion, her walls rippling around him. He pulled out of her and pulled his pants up before replacing her thong and skirt. Smirking, he kissed the shell of her ear before whispering, "Something to remind you of what you’re missing." Buffy shivered as he placed a possessive arm around her waist and turned her around to kiss him. She knew her lips would be bruised by the time she got to school from the powerful kiss, but she didn’t care. "I love you," he breathed. "I love you," she replied before leaving the apartment, feeling his seed warming inside her body. The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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