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"Angel, I think...I think I’m ready for...you know." Angel raised his eyebrows and looked down at the beautiful blonde beauty that was dancing with him. They swayed as one to the soft music that was coming from the speakers raised all over the many rooms of the art gallery the Slayer’s mother owned. They had come so far together. Together. He liked the way that sounded. First, they had defeated the Judge, Spike and Drusilla, driving them from the country. Then they had told Joyce about the whole Slayer job, together. Angel had been right there with her, coming along as her friend and as her boyfriend. Then he had been introduced as the 243-year-old vampire he was. Joyce had been shocked and they had all sat there in tense silence as Joyce let things sink in. She had been surprisingly accepting. Of course, Giles had been completely against the idea, but Buffy had convinced him on the grounds that she couldn’t keep sneaking out all her life and she needed to introduce Angel to her mother, knowing that their relationship was ultimately getting more close and intimate. Especially after her birthday. Buffy had been in a fragile state of mind and had asked Angel to make love to her. Angel had refused, knowing that he would be taking advantage of her feelings and emotional level. He could honestly say that he didn’t think she had been ready then. They had fallen asleep together after she had changed and things were different after that. They were closer. Now, they were the only couple dancing in one of the rooms where the art show was being held. According to Buffy’s mom, this was one of the most important art showings she had held in the time she had been owner of it and had told Buffy that she needed her to be there, dressed formerly. So Buffy made an appearance, with a very handsome Angel on her arm, eye candy for many of the younger women in the gallery. Angel had greatly approved of what she was wearing. It was a simple strapless black, silk dress that clung to all her curves and hung to her ankles, a black shawl draped over her shoulders. She was wearing the Claddagh ring he had given her on her birthday before they had been attacked at the docks. Her hair was swept up in a french twist, a few of the shorter strands coming loose and surrounding her face like a halo. She looked absolutely stunning. He, himself, was only wearing a pair of black trousers and a white dress shirt and a black tie to complete it. "Buffy, are you sure? I’m willing to wait as long as you need. If your-" The blonde Slayer’s finger silenced him as she placed it over his moving lips. He stared at her intensely, sternly even, wondering if this is what she really wanted or if she was caught up in something. It’d happened before. "I think I am, Angel. I want to take our relationship further...to the next step. I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want to make love to you. I want you to make love to me. I love you." Her bright green eyes stared up into his, showing a certain level of lust and love, and most important, trust. "I love you, too, Buffy. You have no idea how much. You know I want to make love to you, too, but...I want to make sure you’re ready." Angel spoke in a low voice, so not to attract attention from the people browsing the art and looking to make a purchase. His breath brushed her skin and made her shiver in his strong arms. Buffy looked up at him and smiled lovingly. "You’re so wonderful," she whispered before bringing her hand to his neck and bringing his head down so she could kiss him. Once their lips touched, a fire started, that once going, couldn’t be stopped, and both knew it as their tongues dueled softly. Then Buffy felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking behind her, a blush colored her fair cheeks as she came face to face with her mother. Joyce smiled at the two teasingly. "You two should get a room, you know." For a fleeting second, Buffy thought that her mother had heard their entire conversation then came to the realization that she probably had just seen them kissing. Breathing in, Buffy smiled. "Hey, mom. What’s up?" "You two can go home if you want. It’s getting pretty late. It’s already almost 12:30 in the morning." Joyce smiled at the two. It had been six months since her daughter and Angel had told her everything, and in that time, had gotten to know Angel. He was a wonderful man, someone very old-fashioned and, in her opinion, an all right guy for her Buffy. He was sweet and every time she saw the two of them together, she could see, and practically feel, the love they had for each other. It gave her a good feeling, but a dreadful one, too, because she knew that she was losing her little girl. In the back of her head, she wondered if they had slept together, but in her heart, she knew that she wouldn’t mind on some level because she knew that Angel was a good man. Someone who wouldn’t walk out on her or turn evil and stalker-like or controlling after they had sex. "You know, mom, actually I was thinking of going home with Angel. Is that okay?" she asked tentatively. Buffy fought the urge to bite her lip and hoped that it would be okay with her mother. Joyce sighed and nodded, smiling, not allowing her imagination to get the best of her. She fought to not let her worry and other such related emotions cross her face. "Of course that would be fine." Buffy raised her eyebrows, surprised, and smiled in delight. "Really? Thank you so much." Buffy reached forward and hugged her mother tightly. Joyce returned the hug and gave Angel a ‘don’t-you-dare-hurt-her’ look that only mother’s could give over Buffy’s shoulder. Angel nodded, understanding completely. Joyce had a feeling that he was the kind of guy that wouldn’t hurt Buffy for the world. That gave her a good feeling. Grabbing a hold of Angel’s arm once more, Buffy turned to her mother and grinned, feeling Angel tighten her shawl around her shoulders. "I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?" "Alright. You two be good, now." Joyce watched as they walked away, arm in arm, Angel kissing the top of her head and Buffy snuggling against him. Sighing, Joyce couldn’t help but softly add to herself, "...and be careful." Angel barely heard Joyce’s final words, but he could make them out. Grabbing his jacket at the front door, he fought back the urge to turn around and give her a reassuring smile. He thought that might be too suspicious. Wrapping an arm around Buffy’s shoulders, Angel told himself that tonight would be for Buffy, and only Buffy.
Opening the door to his apartment, Angel shrugged off his duster and undid his tie, his eyes never leaving Buffy. He could see the nervousness and excitement on her face, feel her fear and love and trust. He watched her swallow roughly and wondered what she was thinking. Am I really ready? Buffy removed the shawl from her shoulders, placing it over one of Angel’s leather chairs. Running her hands over her thighs quickly, she turned around to find Angel standing right behind her, his hands lifted as if to touch her. She mentally jumped, wondering if he could see her nervous anticipation and fear of what was to come. Biting her lip, Buffy closed her eyes as Angel found her lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, and Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the sensation. He felt so good against her. Angel gently probed her lips apart with his tongue, finding hers and engaging it in a fiery dance of love and lust. Buffy moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer to her. Angel allowed his hands to roam over her body, softly touching her breasts through the thin black fabric and over her taut stomach to rest on her hips invitingly. His thumbs started rubbing small circles, slowly getting closer and closer to her sex. Before she could stop herself, Buffy gasped and removed her hands from his neck to place on top of his, a primal fear settling in her stomach at the thought of what he could do with his hands. And at the fact that she could feel his arousal pressed against her. Pulling back from his lips, Buffy looked up into his eyes and saw the questions there. She also saw understanding and raw lust. Shivering, Buffy looked down, embarrassed. "I’m so sorry, Angel. I...I can’t." Pulling away from his arms all together, Buffy turned her back to him and put a hand over her mouth, a tear tracing down her cheek. "I’m sorry." Angel felt his heart break when he saw Buffy’s shoulders start to shake as if she was crying. Walking towards her, Angel turned her around so she was facing him. He felt angry at himself for possibly going too fast and making her think that something was going to happen that would make her hate herself for ever thinking of doing it. Angel placed his hands on either side of her face. "I never, never, want to hear you say you’re sorry. There is nothing for you to be sorry for, Buffy. I completely understand. I want you to know that I will never push you, ever. I love you too damn much to hurt you... I love you too much." "I love you, too, Angel, but, I told you I was ready and I just...I just freaked out and I didn’t want to because I feel..." Buffy cut herself off from saying anything further, afraid she would sound stupid and childish, especially to a couple of centuries old vampire. He had experienced and had known far more than she ever would and she didn’t want to look like the young teenager she felt like. "You feel what, baby?" Angel soothed her hair to her head and pressed a kiss to her forehead, pulling her against his chest. Buffy pushed her face into his chest. "I feel...I feel like you would think... God, I feel so stupid." Buffy sighed and allowed herself to melt into his embrace, knowing that nothing can touch her here. "Tell me," Angel urged, rubbing her back soothingly. "I feel like you’d think I was stupid and young and naive and not want to do anything with me because I’m so young and you’ve had so much more experience than me and-" Angel placed a silencing finger over her lips. sighing. He should have known that something like this was going to bother her. Their age was definitely something to be wondered at for everybody. He watched as Buffy bit her lip and looked down, ashamed and embarrassed at what she’d just said. Placing his index finger under her chin, he forced her to look up at him. Looking into her shiny emerald eyes, Angel sighed again. "I never want to hear you say that again. What you just said...is so completely untrue. What you think is so far off, it’s scary. I want you to know that I completely understand and am willing to stop whenever you need me to. If you’re not ready, then I’ll wait. I can wait forever for you. And I will." Buffy threw him a teary smile. "Thank you, Angel." Angel hugged her to him and inhaled her scent, smelling her shampoo and perfume. He could also smell a faint trace of something that was undeniably coming from between her legs, something that her young body couldn’t control when he had touched her the way he had. Burying his face into her shoulder, Angel didn’t know how he would make it through the night with her sleeping next to him. "Come on," he finally said softly. "Let’s go to bed. It’s getting late." Glancing at the clock that he had over by his bed on the wall, he realized how late it really was. The clock read 1:15. Buffy looked up at him and watched as he walked away from her towards his bedroom. "Do you have anything I can wear?" she called after him, slowly following him when he disappeared behind a wall and into the area where most of his clothes were. She bent down and removed her platforms, tossing them over to where her shawl was. She reached behind to her hair and briskly removed the french twist, untwisting her hair and removing the bobby pins that held most of her hair in place. As her blonde tresses fell to her shoulders, she turned and placed them all on the coffee table before quickly making her way to Angel’s bedroom, where he had disappeared. When she reached the corner, she turned and found him already dressed and ready for bed. He was wearing thin sweats and no shirt, his back bare to her view. He turned when he heard her honey voice and handed her a pair of his boxers and a one of his silk shirts. He shrugged. "Sorry I don’t have any regular t-shirts. Everything needs to be washed." Buffy almost laughed at how normal and human he had sounded. It gave her a warm feeling and she smiled lovingly at him. "No, this is fine. Thank you." He turned his back towards her and allowed her to get dressed. She quickly removed her black dress and slipped on his clothes. She hadn’t worn a bra and could feel her nipples poking through the soft cloth. Blushing, Buffy quickly slipped his boxers over her black cotton underwear, folding her dress neatly and placing it on a chair in his bedroom. Turning around with her arms crossed over her chest, she saw Angel had already settled into the bed, furthest from the edge against the wall and watching her with burning eyes. For a brief second, she wondered if he had been watching but relaxed, knowing Angel would never do anything like that. Angel patted the bed next to him. "Come on, we need to get some sleep." Buffy nodded and approached the bed, pulling back the covers and snuggling into the sheets, turning around. She laid her head on his chest, looking up at him for a brief second to find his eyes closed. He opened them when he felt her stare. "Thank you, Angel. What you said...means so much to me. You have no idea how much I love you." "I love you, too, sweetheart." With Angel rubbing Buffy’s back, the couple fell asleep, content and at peace with everything.
Buffy’s eyes slowly opened, squinting against the low light that the nightstand lamp was giving off, a yawn escaping her lips. Sniffling, Buffy brought a hand up to her face to make sure that there wasn’t a drool on her face or coated on the pillow. There wasn’t. Slowly stretching her legs, she felt the comforter and sheet bunched down at their legs and she shivered a bit. Swallowing, she looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that only a couple hours had passed. Pushing back, she came into contact with Angel’s hard chest, her back pressing firmly into him. He shifted, digging his face into the pillow they both laid on and she could feel him inhale the smell of her hair. Smiling, Buffy opened her eyes wider and didn’t dare move to stretch. She felt amazingly rested, completely sated and happy in the arms of Angel. Adjusting around a bit, she gasped silently. Angel’s hand was resting underneath the shirt she wore on her lower abdomen, a few of his fingers tucked into the waistband of the boxers she wore. Swallowing, Buffy closed her eyes and sighed. She couldn’t deny the fact that it felt wonderful, being this close to him. And she knew that she could get closer. Get something they both wanted. Buffy was sick and tired of being so scared and helpless against the way she felt and listening to everything she had heard. She had heard that it was extremely painful and awkward and hard to do anything and that most guys had disappeared after having sex with someone. She knew that she couldn’t bear if that happened to her. She couldn’t live without Angel, especially after doing something like that. Something so intimate and personal. But she also knew that Angel would never do that. That just wasn’t him. She knew he loved her with all his heart and she in return and that gave her a sense of security she had never known. Closing her eyes, Buffy placed her hand over his, bringing it up underneath her shirt and over one of her breasts. Softly moaning, Buffy felt Angel immediately respond and grasp her soft skin in his hand, hers still over his. Angel nuzzled her neck, still appearing to be asleep. Smiling, Buffy arched into his hand, feeling the sensation add to the growing warmth between her legs. The feel of his hands on her, instead of her own, made pleasurable tremors run through her system, rocking her main core. Gasping, Buffy squeezed her eyes shut as Angel started kissing her neck, working his way up her jaw line. Right then, Angel’s eyes shot open and his hand stopped moving. But Buffy’s was there to keep him going and her eyes opened when she felt him tense, her hand stopping the movement and her back relaxing. "Angel?" Her soft, pleading voice reached his ears and he looked into her eyes, her mouth slightly open with pleasure and lust. "Buffy, what-" "Please, Angel...please..." Closing her eyes again, she arched into his hand and rejoiced when he started moving it again, this time more aggressive. Smiling happily, Buffy felt her other hand take on a life of its own as it moved down her body while her other still laid on Angel’s over her breast. Buffy made quick work of the boxers, pushing them down her legs as much as she could with one hand and kicking them off completely and on to the floor with her legs. Then she did her underwear, no longer caring what Angel thought of her, knowing deep inside her mind that he would find her beautiful. Didn’t he already say it enough? Angel watched as Buffy spread her legs and put her hand right where she needed it most. Closing his eyes and stifling a groan, he felt his dick get harder at the sight of her pleasuring herself. It was the most beautiful and best thing he had ever seen. He could hardly stop himself from grabbing her and thrusting into her so hard that the bed would break. Moaning loudly, Buffy softly stroked her entrance, the base of her finger rubbing her clit faintly, making Buffy’s hips jerk with the sensation. Making tiny thrusts up into her hand, Buffy pushed her head back into the pillow. Angel’s hand had started teasing her nipple, slightly twisting it and putting pressure in all the right spots. She could feel his arousal on her thigh and it made her even wetter at the thought of him inside her, filling her completely, taking her as his. Angel had had enough. She was going too painstakingly slow for his taste. Sliding his unused hand underneath her waist, he hoisted her up and onto his chest as he laid down on his back, Buffy settling on top of him, her legs open and wide, falling on either side of his. He smiled against her ear. He had heard her squeal in surprise, her hand temporarily leaving her sex to give herself balance once she fell on top of him. "Don’t stop," he whispered into her ear. Buffy could feel his hard erection at her ass and when Angel moved her slightly, giving himself a soft stroke. He moaned and took her hand, putting it back where she had had it before, immediately continuing what she had stopped. As Angel moved up to unbutton the shirt she had on, she slowly inched a finger inside herself, her palm softly brushing her clit and making her hips buck upwards towards her hand. She had only done this a rare few times before, when she had been extremely turned on from one of her makeout sessions with Angel. The ones where they had touched places they usually didn’t. Whenever she did it to herself, it felt incredible. Angel’s shirt now laid on either side of her, her breasts out and perked at the attention they were getting. Both of Angel’s hand were on her and she cried out, arching into his hands, her hand increasing its speed as the back of her head pushed into his shoulder. Suddenly, both of Angel’s hands moved away from her breasts, making her eyes open and about to question him when she felt the one that she had had her hand on move to her now neglected one while forcing her hand to continue on her other sensitive breast. She could feel his other hand on hers where she was pumping her finger inside of herself. He helped her increase the speed and slipped one of his fingers inside of her with hers. Guiding her movements, he brought a new speed to what she had been doing. Buffy cried out loudly. "Oh, God...Angel!" Buffy panted in time with their hands, her hips thrusting upwards harder. When their fingers went forward, so did her hips, making a perfect rhythm. Angel grunted, her movements stroking his dick slightly. When she yelled his name, he felt his erection grow harder, if that was even possible. It turned him on when she said his name like that. Pleasure-filled and breathlessly loud. "Say my name again," he groaned. "Angel...Oh, God...Angel! Angel! Angel! Angel!...harder..." Buffy was yelling in ecstasy, her loud voice carrying throughout the apartment, echoing. Speed increasing, their hands were a blur as both of them pumped into her sex, the squishing noises they were making bringing on a new rush of juices from her. Angel pushed his hand further, making her go faster and he could feel her tensing up, ready to come. Then his other hand was on her, stroking her clit roughly. "Come on, baby, come for me," he grunted in her ear. Buffy clenched her teeth and was thrown over the edge, waiting for her orgasm to hit her. With one more flick of her clit, one more thrust, Buffy twisted her nipple and came as hard a she ever had. Screeching Angel’s name, Buffy arched her body up into their hands, her other flying to sit on top of both of them to hold them there while she rode out her orgasm. Both of them could feel Buffy’s muscles clenching around their fingers and Angel softly cried out as Buffy’s body writhed on top of his, stroking his cock. Dropping her head on his right shoulder, Buffy’s thrusting stopped and she completely collapsed against him. Angel pulled his hand out of her while the other softly stroked her stomach, spreading some of her sticky juices over her skin. Buffy pulled her hand free and let both of them drop to either side of her. Opening her eyes, Buffy looked over to Angel and saw him sucking on the finger he had had in her. Blushing furiously, Buffy bit her lip and brought her wet finger to his lips boldly and gasped when he took it into his mouth. He sucked on it ruthlessly, loving the way she tasted. Buffy felt a new rush of wetness come from between her legs and sat up and moved away from him, her finger still in his mouth. She started to pull the shirt over her naked body when Angel suddenly stopped her. Pulling her hand back, she watched as Angel sat up. "Don’t," he said softly, his hands moving to remove the shirt completely. He smiled at her lovingly, as if she was the most beautiful things on the entire planet. "You’re beautiful..." Smiling ruefully, he added, "You were amazing, Buffy." Buffy felt a blush color her cheeks and allowed Angel to completely remove the shirt and throw it off the bed. Looking down, Buffy giggled. "Come on, Angel, you’re embarrassing me." "Sorry," he said, the tone of his voice telling her that he wasn’t in the least bit sorry, though. Leaning forward, Angel kissed her passionately. Buffy sighed against his mouth feeling her sticky thighs against each other and could feel more coming from her. She was definitely ready. Breaking away from him, panting, Buffy closed her eyes as his mouth found her slender throat, his teeth raking across her skin. Her whisper was harsh as she said, "Angel, I’m ready. I want you, Angel...I need you." Angel pulled back from her neck at her breathy declaration and looked her in the eye. Instead of fear and nervousness like before, he saw lust and need. Something so beautiful when coming from her. Her eyes were the darkest green possible, colored with deep want. Still, he wanted to make sure. "Are you sure?" Buffy nodded fervently. "God yes," she managed before meshing his lips with hers again. Angel knew she was this time. He could smell her heat and hot juices from between her legs. It was pure Buffy, the musky, feminine scent only she could deliver. Angel pulled her closer to him, twisting around and laying down on the bed so that her head rested at the bottom the headboard. Pushing his pillows aside, Angel kissed Buffy with raw passion and strength, bruising her lips with the ferocity. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her. Had to feel her tight heat around him. God, he couldn’t wait. Pushing his sweats down his hips, he felt Buffy wrap her legs around his waist, her feet helping him to push them down far enough. With his sweats bunched at his knees, Angel raised himself on his forearms, looking down at Buffy, as if waiting for her approval. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked her in the eye. With the slightest of nods, Buffy lifted her hips, feeling the tip of his cock touch her entrance. Gasping, Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, waiting for him to enter her. God, she was so wet and ready for him. Angel slowly entered her, allowing her body to accommodate his size and stretch around him. Buffy gasped and felt tears rise in the back of her throat at the sudden pain that seized her. Closing her eyes, Buffy willed them away and waited for him to be completely inside her. With their pelvises touching, Buffy sighed, a tear managing to escape her eye and flow down into her hair, feeling Angel rest there for a moment. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with concern. "Are you okay?" he whispered. Buffy nodded and lifted her hips, forcing his body to react. He slowly moved out of her, almost completely leaving her before thrusting back into her with a little more force. Buffy writhed underneath his bulk, finding that the pain was completely out shined by the pleasure. Moaning, Buffy dug her nails into his back and silently told him to go on. Angel slowly started building speed, allowing the small blonde to be completely used to him before showing her the true intensity of sex. Buffy was panting and sweat beaded on her brow and above her lip, her hips meeting each of his thrusts with new intensity each time. By the look on her face, he knew that the pain had passed and that the pleasure had come. Gaining speed, Angel closed his eyes and grunted in time with each thrust, the sound of Buffy’s voice once again echoing throughout the rooms. She met all his thrusts, her pelvis banging into his roughly, making pain blossom in her. But it only added to Buffy’s newfound pleasure, making her yell. "Angel! Oh, yes!...yes...Angel..uh uh uh uh... Don’t stop." Buffy removed her hands from Angel’s shoulders, placing them flat on the headboard above her head, afraid that Angel would fuck her into the wall. With each thrust, he got more powerful and strong, his thrusts becoming more wild and uncontrollable. Rising on his hands, Angel rammed into her small body, any thoughts of control flying out his head. The sensation of having Buffy clenching around him was too much to handle. Crying out, Angel swooped down on her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, cutting off his name on her lips. Resting on his elbows, he kissed her fiercely, his thrusts becoming blurred as he neared his orgasm. Buffy tensed, waiting for the incredible pleasure that would surely rock her body. Pulling back from her kisses, Angel cried out. "Oh, God, Buffy, yes..." Buffy opened her eyes and saw that Angel’s face had changed into his vampiric visage, pushing him further towards his demon. It turned her on unknowingly. He appeared to be struggling with something and, without thinking, she reached up and pulled his head down towards her neck. Angel’s eyes opened in surprise. "Bite me," Buffy whispered, pressing his mouth into her neck. Angel pulled away slightly. "No..." he replied softly, unwilling to hurt her in any way. There was no way that he would bring blood into their lovemaking. He didn’t want her to see that part of him. "I can’t..." "Now!" Buffy yelled, feeling her body tensing and ready to come, her hand pressing on the back of his neck. Hearing her wild and demanding cry, Angel felt his control over the demon cease and the bloodlust took over him as he bit into her neck. Buffy cried out as pain and equal pleasure filled her and felt her legs tighten around him, surely crushing a human being with her strength. With one last thrust, Buffy screamed, arching into his body, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, his feeding on her neck forcing her to come again. A hot flash of blinding white filled her vision, her hand still pressed against the back of his head. Angel felt Buffy’s hot Slayer’s blood flow into his mouth and felt her come, her pleasure quickly spreading through her system, infusing her blood, forcing Angel to thrust into her harder and deep. With one last squeeze and snarl, Angel growled loudly into her throat, sucking on her neck, feeling his dead seed fill her as he came. Buffy felt blinding white-hot orgasmic waves flow through her two more times, finding herself yelling both their names at her peak, before releasing her death hold on him and collapsing into the mattress. Angel felt his face turn back to human and he softly nursed at the blood still oozing from her neck and relaxed against her body, feeling completely sated and happy. "Are you okay?" Angel whispered softly in her ear, making Buffy shiver. "Oh, yeah..." They stayed like that for what seemed forever, Angel resting his head on her shoulder and Buffy’s eyes closed, so close to falling asleep. Finally, she felt her legs cramping and she moved to stretch them out, making Angel realize that his heavy bulk was still on top of her. "Sorry," he mumbled, before moving off of her and settling on the bed next to her, pulling his sweats over his hips. Buffy stretched happily and felt Angel turn to his side, gently pushing her to her side and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her back so that her back was pressing against his chest. He pulled a long pillow from the side of the bed and placed it underneath their heads. Sighing in content, Angel pulled Buffy against him as much as he could, savoring the feeling of her tired figure in his arms. Closing her eyes, Buffy smiled and felt herself already drifting back to sleep. "I love you, baby," Angel whispered in her ear, feeling darkness overcome him. "Thank you..." "I love you, too, my Angel," Buffy whispered back, the meaning of his words meaning more than anything to her in the whole world. Together, they slept.
Angel breathed deeply into his dead lungs, licking his lips and opening his eyes slightly to take in where he was and saw a perky nipple right in his line of view, the wall a backdrop to her breast. He was in his apartment, laying on a very naked Buffy, his face resting on her chest, using one of her breasts for a very comfortable pillow. It would appear that they had completely shifted positions on the bed, switching sides. Her chest rose slightly every few seconds, taking his head with her. Smiling softly, Angel lifted his head off of her and looked up to see if she was awake. She was still sleeping soundly. He watched as a small snore passed her lips and he grinned at the thought of what they had done. With his arms wrapped around her waist loosely, Angel laid back down on her, feeling her place a hand on the back of his head and unconsciously run her fingers through his short hairs. Angel could have sworn he heard himself purr against her skin. With scattered thoughts, Angel’s mind replayed over everything they two had done together. They had found each other in a way that they never had been able to before. Their connection was now deeper, more plausible and significant. More powerful and loving. More...it was hard to explain. Right then, Angel lifted his head and his eyes flew to the clock. It was only 5:10 in the morning. Still enough time to run out and get to a 24-hour store and pick up a few things to make Buffy more comfortable in his home. Gently getting up, he quietly moved around, dressing and grabbing a few things. Such as his credit card, his duster, and his keys. Now would be a good time to use that car he had bought a year ago from the old guy at the other end of town. It was a plain black Plymouth with a convertible top. He had bought it incase there was to be an emergency or if he needed to get around during times other than night, when he mostly moved around outside. Placing his hand on the doorknob, Angel looked back and found Buffy still sleeping, a content smile on her face, her hair tousled just so and her breasts still uncovered and open for his view. He drank in the sight of her, feeling a longing in him as if he were a thirsty man in a dry desert and his lover was a large glass of ice water. Swallowing, Angel walked back to the bed. He gently placed the sheets over her chest, tucking her in and smiling when she moved around just a bit, pulling the comforter over her as well, snuggling deeper into the pillow, still sound asleep. God, she was so beautiful. So sweet and innocent. How he loved her. Standing up, he quickly searched his apartment for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding one, he quickly scrawled a note and placed it on the nightstand next to her. Kissing her forehead lightly, he stealthily exited the apartment, knowing he had less than an hour to retrieve some food for her, and maybe some more blood for him. He could still feel her blood in his system and he knew that he couldn’t keep asking her to do what she had done for him during their love making.
Buffy woke up to find herself in an empty bed, cold sheets in the place where her lover should be. Putting her arm out anyway, she found nothing but sheets. Furrowing her brows in confusion, Buffy pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking around the apartment, finding nothing. Swallowing, feeling a sense of dread, she looked towards the nightstand and saw a piece of white paper there with Angel’s handwriting on it. Sighing in relief, Buffy reached over and picked the note up and settled back on the pillow. It read: Morning Love, I hope you slept well. I went out to buy some food for breakfast. I’ll be back soon. I love you.
Love, XOXO Buffy smiled at the normal boyfriend way he had put the x’s and o’s at the bottom of the page. Carefully placing the note next to the lamp, she snuggled into the mattress, smelling both she and Angel in the sheets. It made her heart rejoice with uncontrollable happiness. There was a soft ache between her legs. It was a very good ache. It made her feel loved and completely happy as she remembered everything that had gone on between the two of them last night. The way he had touched her...wow... Sighing happily, Buffy sat up and ran a hand through her hair. She was having extreme bed hair. Something needed to be done. Wrapping the sheet around her chest, she held it there as she made her way to Angel’s shower. What she needed was a good washing and some of her Angel. Hearing her stomach growl, Buffy giggled to herself. Some food would be good, too.
Angel walked into the apartment, hands laden with bags from the grocery store, only to see the bed empty and hear the shower running. Chuckling to himself, Angel walked to the kitchen and dumped everything on the counter. One of these days, he would bring Buffy shopping with him. He needed to know what she liked. For now, though, he had bought all the basics. Milk, bread, eggs, sugar, etc, etc. Everything he didn’t have. Putting it all in the fridge, including his blood, he put everything else in the cupboard. There was popcorn — extra salt and extra butter, just the way he knew she liked it — coffee, chips. He had gone on and bought a ton of stuff. He only knew some of the stuff she liked and wanted her to feel completely at home. Throwing the red apples into a bowl, he grabbed three pans and went about cooking breakfast for his beloved. French toast, scrambled eggs, toast and bacon with a tall glass of orange juice.
Buffy climbed out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel and drying her hair off with another. The towel was big enough that it fit her like a dress would. She briefly wondered where Angel got all of his stuff. Opening the bathroom door, her nose was immediately assaulted with the smell of french toast, toast, eggs, and...bacon? Yum. Grinning, Buffy entered the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe and waited for Angel to notice her. It didn’t take him long. Looking over, she loved the way his face lit up at the sight of her. Grinning at her, Angel wiped his hands on one of his towels and moved towards her, wrapping her up in his arms. "Good morning," he said softly, pressing his lips to hers. Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist and felt his fingers weave through her hair. "Good morning," Buffy replied breathlessly, standing up on her tippy toes to get another kiss from him. Angel smiled against her lips and turned around, grabbing her hand to take her with him. Buffy followed happily, her eyes resting on the plate of french toast, eggs, buttered toast and the pan of cooking bacon waiting for her to eat. "I didn’t know you cooked, Angel." Angel shrugged. "I’ve picked up a few things the last fifty years. And there’s also cookbooks." Buffy giggled and picked herself up, sitting down on the edge of the counter. Grinning from ear to ear as Angel handed her her plate of food, Buffy began to eat. "Oh, my God, Angel. This is delicious!" Angel smiled shyly. "Thanks." Watching her eat for a few moments, Angel took the fork she was using away from her and gathered a piece of french toast, placing it in front of her mouth. Buffy opened slowly, her eyes never leaving Angel and took the food, chewing it slowly, the come hither look in her eyes speaking clearly to Angel. Leaning forward, Angel kissed her softly, the syrup making her lips slightly sticky. Buffy opened her mouth wider, inviting him in. He slipped his tongue in to play with hers as he took the almost clean plate and placed it on the counter next to them. He slid his hands up her thighs slowly, slipping under the giant blue towel that he had had hanging in the bathroom. His fingers danced against her skin, coming up to rest on her waist. Buffy broke away from the kiss, panting, and continued kissing the cool skin at his neck as she wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Suddenly, she was being lifted away from the counter and pressed against his hard body. Gasping in surprise, Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and continued her assault on his neck, moving lower and lower, pushing his t-shirt collar out of the way. She licked a searing path up his neck to his ear where she softly nibbled on his earlobe. Shivering, Angel groaned and thankfully reached the bed before his knees buckled. Gently setting her on the edge of the bed, Angel settled on his knees as he slipped his hands further upward to cup her breasts. Buffy looked down with hooded eyes as he removed the towel from her body and threw it to the side. Standing on his knees, Angel gently kissed her upper chest, slowly making his way down to her breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth, Angel flicked it with his tongue, his hand massaging the other softly. Settling between her knees, Angel wrapped an arm around Buffy’s waist and pulled her closer to his mouth. Buffy mewled softly, her eyes closed and her head bent forward slightly. Angel pulled back to look at her. "Buffy... Look at me." Buffy’s eyes snapped open at his voice and she furrowed her brows when he stopped. He kissed her lips softly, his tongue licking at her bottom lip before pulling back. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he whispered against her lips, making Buffy shiver and tighten her legs at his hips, pulling him forward to achieve friction where she needed it most. She could feel his hard dick in his pants against her. Placing her hands on either side of his head, Buffy brought his head down to her breasts. "I want you to..." Buffy hesitated before finishing, meeting his eyes briefly. "...suck." Smiling at her apparent arousal and his, Angel did as she requested. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he began gently before adding pressure and using his tongue to massage it roughly. Buffy cried out and pressed herself into his mouth, feeling the wetness between her legs grow. Pressing her hand at his neck, she pushed him further into her. From its perch on his shoulder, her other hand wondered across his chest, lower until she found his cock in his pants. She squeezed it gently. Angel groaned against her breast, sending vibrations running through her body. Buffy gasped and massaged him harder, cupping his hard member. Before she knew it, Angel’s hand had abandoned her right breast and had molded itself over hers and was now helping her touch him the way he liked best. Angel’s mouth quickly left her nipple and he attacked her mouth with his, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. "Oh, god, Buffy...don’t stop..." he whispered against her lips. Buffy stopped. Angel opened his eyes and stared at her. She was smiling mischievously. "Buffy..." he groaned. She giggled. "Don’t worry. I plan on finishing that later..." "Promise?" he asked with a chuckle. "Yeah..." she breathed, reaching forward and pressing his lips to hers and probing his lips with her tongue. He opened and she found his tongue and began to suck on it gently as she moved her hands to take off his shirt. Breaking contact, they both lifted his shirt off and threw it to the side. Buffy pressed her lips to his hard chest, pressing her hands flat against him as she explored his body with her lips. She felt his hand on the back of her head and she went lower, taking one of his nipples between her teeth. Tugging slightly, she began to suck on it gently. He took a shaky, unneeded breath and gave her hair a tug to indicate that he wanted to kiss her. Pulling away from him, Angel attacked her lips with fervor but pulled back when she started pulling him over her on the bed. "Uh-uh, baby." Buffy looked at him in confusion. He gently placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back into the comfortable bedspread, which he had made before breakfast. Angel kissed her stomach softly, leaving a fiery trail down her abdomen and closer to her wet sex. "Oh, god," Buffy gasped when he pressed a soft kiss to her other lips. Angel sat back to stare at her beauty. She was completely shaven except for a patch over her now swollen, pink lips. She was absolutely breathtaking and Angel loved her for it. Leaning forward, Angel softly kissed her inner thighs as Buffy opened her legs wider, arching her back when Angel blew lightly on her. "Angel..." Buffy whimpered, unable to control her hips when they bucked up toward his face as he licked a hot trail up to where she felt she needed him most. He rained kisses on her, his tongue lashing out to flick her clit. Buffy yelped and lifted her legs, her feet leaving the ground. Angel almost immediately grabbed her thighs and placed them on his shoulders, then moved down to grip her bottom, his tongue drawing slow circles around her little nub, bringing her closer to his mouth. Buffy grasped Angel’s hair, pushing him further into her crotch, her hips rising to meet his mouth. She felt like there was hot lava traveling through her veins, fire igniting her main core, throwing waves of pleasure through her body. Angel continued his ministrations on her, his tongue lapping at her juices, his mouth sucking. He softly separated her vaginal lips and quickly thrust his tongue into her tight hole, causing Buffy to cry out loudly and thrust roughly into his mouth. She was panting heavily and murmuring "uh" over and over again as she climbed closer and closer to her release. As Buffy fucked herself on Angel’s tongue, Angel felt her thighs tighten on his head and he knew that she was near. Her fingers dug into his scalp and tugged his hair as she clenched her teeth. "Please..." she begged him, needing to find her release. "I need... Please..." Angel’s tongue quickened its pace as did Buffy’s hips as they pushed him further into her. "Oh, god!" she cried as his lips suddenly encircled her clit and sucked viciously. Buffy bucked and let loose a guttural cry, then cried out Angel’s name loudly as her body tensed and she was thrown over the edge of oblivion, her nails digging into the bed sheets and Angel’s head. Just as she came again from Angel biting down gently on her little bundle of nerves, the phone rang, her voice echoing in the apartment.
Joyce stared down at the pad of paper in front of her, scrawled with her neat notes as the phone on the other end rang. Buffy had promised she would call, but when she hadn’t, Joyce had just wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t come home and find her mother gone. She had just been called for an emergency meeting up in Sacramento and an auction that was selling pieces she thought would look delightful in their next art exhibit, the theme going to be for rain forests. The money they were going to collect was going to be donated to saving said forests, an excellent cause. The phone rang three times before a deep voice answered it, sounding a bit breathless. "Hello?" Joyce hesitated before speaking. It was odd hearing his voice when she had been expecting Buffy to pick up. "Um, hello, Angel? Hi, it’s Joyce. I’m, uh, looking for Buffy." "Uh, yeah. Hang on a second." Joyce furrowed her brows as she heard his walking around and his very faint voice as he got Buffy. "It’s your mother," he said in a tiny voice. "What? My mom?" Buffy answered back, her voice breathless as well. Then Joyce heard something fall and some more shuffling. "Mom?" Buffy said into the phone, her voice clearly surprised. She had one of Angel’s shirts wrapped around her naked body as if thinking that he mom could see her. "Hi, honey. Is everything okay over there?" Joyce immediately wanted to take back her words the minute they left her mouth. Her daughter was probably now going to accuse her of being too overprotective or some nonsense like that. "Uh, yeah, everything’s fine. Are you okay? Did something happen?" Buffy felt fear in her chest at the thought of her mother in danger. She wouldn’t call for any old reason. Unless Buffy had forgotten to call. But it was only seven in the morning. And she had school. Buffy inwardly groaned. "No. Everything’s great here, honey. But I have a little bad news, sweetheart. I need to go out of town for four days. I need to go up to Sacramento to take care of some-" "Some wacky art stuff?" Buffy finished. Joyce chuckled. "Yes. Wacky art stuff. I just thought I would let you know. I need to leave right now and I just didn’t want you to worry." Buffy nodded. "Alright. Four days? That’s cool." "You’ll be alright, right?" Joyce asked, worry in her voice. She had never liked Buffy staying home alone all weekend by herself. "There’s enough food here to last the weekend, so you should be fine." "I’ll be okay, Mom. Don’t worry about me. You go have fun." Buffy stared at the kitchen, knowing that Angel had bought her enough food to last an entire week. She loved how domestic it all seemed, even thought she was a Slayer and he was a vampire. Although their relationship wasn’t exactly what a normal couple would call normal. "Okay. I’ll try. And you have school in a hour, don’t you?" Buffy nodded. "Yes. I was going to call and head home in a few minutes. Shower and stuff." Buffy felt her hair. It wasn’t even fully dry but it was extremely tousled and slightly knotted from her writhing on the bed. Buffy smiled at the stickiness between her legs and the incredible way Angel had made her feel. "Alright. Don’t be late. I love you and I’ll call you when I get a chance." "That’s okay. I’ll be fine, Mom. Don’t worry. I’ll see you when you get back on...Monday?" "Yes. Monday." "Alright, I love you, too. Bye." "Bye, sweetheart." Joyce smiled slightly when she replaced the phone back in it’s cradle in the kitchen. Then she frowned. Buffy had sounded awfully comfortable in Angel’s place. What had they been doing? The mother of the Chosen One sighed as she headed back up to her room to gather her bags and catch the plane to Sacramento. Her little girl was growing up fast, that was for sure.
Buffy hung up the phone and turned back around to see Angel sitting on the bed, still only clad in his trousers. He smiled at her lovingly. "What’s going on?" "Mom’s heading out for the weekend to Sacramento for some art thing." Walking back to him, Buffy crawled on top of him, straddling his hips and letting Angel’s shirt slip open so her naked body was open for his view. "I’m going to have nothing to do this whole entire time. Whatever will I do?" Angel chuckled as Buffy kissed him passionately. "I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time." Smiling against his lips, Buffy began to rock against him slightly. Angel closed his eyes and cradled her hips, guiding them slightly. Buffy reached down and undid his pants, pulling free his hard cock. She was about to roll off of him and pull him on top of her, but Angel held her fast. "Stay on top of me," he whispered, his eyes meeting hers. Buffy widened hers. "W-what?" "It’s okay," he soothed, "I’ll help." Gripping her hips tighter, Angel lifted her higher so she was forced to use her knees for leverage. He slowly pushed her down on his hard erection, her nails digging into his chest as his fingers clamped tightly into her skin. Buffy sat on Angel’s lap, his entire cock inside her. Buffy squirmed on top of him, looking for the wonderful movement she craved when he was filling her so perfectly. Angel groaned and moved to massage Buffy’s thighs as he laid back and looked up at her with hooded eyes. She returned his gaze and moved slightly. "Fuck me, Buffy." Fire igniting within her at his words, Buffy lifted herself off of him, then slammed back down, her eyes closing and a whimper escaping her throat. Angel grunted. "Oh, god, Buffy, you’re so hot...tight..." Crying out, she built a rhythm, her breasts bouncing along with her thrusts. Angel’s eyes never left Buffy’s face as she threw her head back, her throbbing vein coming into view clearly. His face changed on cue as his eyes trained on her neck, on the vein pumping with the life force she had let him drink from last night. He fought the urge to jump up and sink his fangs into her throat. Buffy opened her eyes and looked down at him, not at all surprised to see his vampiric visage staring back at her. A hot surge of desire roared through her and she reached down, grabbing his neck and pulling him up. Angel wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her roughly, his fangs nicking her tongue. He sucked on the blood that came up as Buffy cried out into his mouth at the change of position, her clit getting precious friction. Breaking free, Buffy felt her orgasm approaching quickly and pushed Angel’s face to her neck, whispering, "Angel... Please, bite me..." Her throaty whispers was all it took for him to sink his fangs into her throat greedily. Buffy moaned loudly. It hurt less this time and she yelled Angel’s name as loudly as her voice allowed as she rocked against him one last time, her orgasm filling her. She felt blinding-hot pleasure fill her and she came again when Angel bit into her harder. "Oh, god, yes...harder..." she pleaded. He thrust up into her and his body jerked as he spilt his seed into her, her infused blood making him come harder, moaning into her neck. Buffy bit her lower lip, his moan vibrating against her, her bite making blood surface as she felt her body tense once more as another orgasm rocked her roughly. "Angel!" A few minutes later, their last thrusts ceased and Angel’s face turned human but he continued to suck on her neck happily, nursing the little blood the was still falling free. He felt a drop of warm liquid fall on his shoulder and he pulled away from the healing bite and hickey on her neck so see what was wrong. "Oh, god, Buffy, you’re bleeding," he said urgently. Blood was slowly dripping from the inside of her mouth where she had bit herself. "What?" Buffy asked fuzzily, her eyes opening slowly. Her tongue flicked out and the coppery-salt taste filled her mouth. Smiling slightly, she looked at Angel with sugar-coated eyes. "Kiss me, Angel. Make the owie go away, baby." Buffy’s lips fell on his and he couldn’t help himself as he started sucking on her lip, wiping away the blood with his tongue softly. Buffy moaned into his mouth. Pulling back, Angel licked up her chin, cleaning away any of the blood that had trailed down. Buffy giggled. Pulling back, Buffy spotted the blood on his shoulder. Her finger whipped out to wipe it away, placing it over Angel’s lips. He opened and sucked on her finger gently, cleaning away the blood. Her lips found his again and she grinned. "I believe I promised you a little something..." she whispered huskily against his ear, her tongue reaching out to lick his earlobe gently. Angel shivered and looked at the clock. It read 7:25. "You have school, sweetheart, in about half an hour," he said back, chuckling when he saw her pouting face. "I don’t want to go. Don’t make me go." Buffy wriggled on his lap, clearly wanting to persuade him to change his mind. Angel shook his head. "You have to go, Buffy. Giles and your Mom would kill me." Buffy frowned, then lifted herself off of Angel’s lap. "Fine, fine. I’ll go." Turning around, she heard Angel pull his pants up and she found her dress where she’d left it the night before. Dropping Angel’s shirt to the floor, she slipped on the black silk and found her shawl. She walked out to the living room, spotting her black platforms. Slipping on her shoes, she turned to see Angel picking up his shirt from the floor, then approach her. "You know, I’m going to need a drawer. To keep clothes here so I don’t have to wear all my dirty stuff." Buffy touched her hair. "And a few mirrors. I must look awful." Angel chuckled. "You look absolutely beautiful." "You have to say that because you’re my boyfriend," Buffy said, smiling. "My lover," she added in a throaty whisper, reaching up to kiss him softly. Wrapping his arms around her, he broke the kiss off, knowing that if they kept it up, she wouldn’t leave. "You need to go. Go to school." Buffy pouted. "I don’t wanna." "But you hafta," he replied with a chuckle. "Fine. I’ll go." Turning, she walked to the door, knowing Angel was following her closely. "But..." Buffy turned back to him, her eyes lusty. "I promised." "Buffy..." Angel said sternly, opening the door and guiding her outside. "If you don’t leave now, you never will." "And that’s bad?" she asked innocently. She giggled at his stern face. "Okay. I’ll go." Angel kissed her softly. "I love you." "I love you, too." And with that, she was gone.
Later that day Buffy rushed down the stairs to Angel’s apartment. It was Friday and she had every intention of spending the weekend with her vampire. She had had to train with Giles for two hours right after school and had told him she and Angel would patrol. If we ever leave his apartment, she had added to herself. Knocking lightly, Buffy waited for him to answer the door. She had missed him dearly all day, her mind constantly wandering to this morning and everything that had happened. Willow had known almost immediately what had happened and Buffy had talked to her at lunch. She was told that she had a dreamy grin on her face the entire time and they both laughed at the times when Buffy was called on in class and was at a loss of what was going on. The door opened and revealed a sleepy Angel on the other side, his hand rubbing one eye. He looked so cute, all rumpled. "Buffy? What are you doing here?" Buffy felt a lump grow in her throat. Did he just ask what she was doing here? "Well, I...um...I missed you and..." Angel smiled slightly as she stumbled for words. Buffy sighed and looked down, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He was probably thinking she was some stupid love-sick teenager who was turning into a stalker. "Come in," he said politely. Buffy awkwardly walked in past Angel and heard him close the door. Suddenly, he gripped her elbow and turned her roughly, his mouth almost immediately falling on hers. They kissed soundly for a few minutes, Angel having turned them and pressing Buffy into the door where she had just entered. She lifted her legs slightly to wrap loosely around Angel’s hips as he hiked up her skirt, his hands slipping in underneath her underwear. "How’s your lip?" he asked with a growl as he ripped her underwear out of the way. Buffy barely heard him, an erotic fire coming to life within her at the sound of her underwear tearing. "It’s...fine," she replied, pushing Angel’s sweats down as well. "You left your underwear here," he said against her lips as he thrust into her, his tongue pushing past her lips, inviting her tongue into his mouth. He roughly sucked on it as he felt her delicious heat enclose him. "Oops," Buffy said harshly before wrapping her legs around his waist and crying out as he thrust into her against the door, rattling the hinges. God, how she’d missed him. The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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