e-mail: Lucey
Disclaimer: nope. Don't own even a little...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: B/A (big surprise there)
Setting: Season 3 BtVS, after "Amends" but before "Bad Girls"
Distribution: the usual suspects, anybody else please ask first...
AN: Lucey´s been naughty. ;o) We were suffering from a heatwave so I think that'll explain...
Feedback: please! I love feedback! ;o)
Dedication: to Leni because I promised her cherries and because I hope it'll make her feel better, to my sweet twin Hannahbee who's coming over tomorrow! *beams*
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The heat seemed to swallow them all. Even the undead. The whole town was suffering from it. At that time of the year even California wasn't used to these temperatures.
Angel woke up with a start, taking a few unneeded breaths and fell back on his pillows with a groan. Not enough that everything around him seemed to glow with the heat, even in the middle of the night, no, she kept haunting his dreams. He was sporting an almost painful erection and before he could stop he started stroking himself, fantasizing about his little slayer that was haunting his thoughts.
After what happened on Christmas Eve it seemed like they were back together again. That night they had once again discovered the depth of their feelings for each other. They kept their relationship on an almost platonic level nevertheless, not sure whether the next step might be the one step too much, too dangerous, not daring to touch each other openly. Whenever their kisses became too heated or their hands wandered forbidden paths, they would stop, panting and sexually frustrated, more and more each time. She was visiting his dreams, doing things to him he craved with so much fervor it almost scared him. God, he wanted her so much. Touch her, taste her, let go with her or just offer her the little bit of a normal relationship he could. Only that he couldn't. In his dreams they were free to touch each other, to make love until neither of them could move anymore.
When he finally felt the cold trickles of his release running down his hand he let out a moan. This had to stop or he would have blisters on his hands soon. Maybe it was in order to work off the frustration, he thought as he headed for the shower and dressed. A little patrol would certainly distract him.
The heat made her crazy. She could barely sleep for more than two hours straight, even with her windows open to catch the light breeze that would eventually come up during the night. And the dreams were not helping.
Buffy awoke, feeling even more flushed than usual during the day. She had fallen asleep late afternoon and now it was already dark outside. Arousal was coursing through her veins and the ache between her legs was unbearable. Before she could think about it her fingers were down her panties, stroking where in her dream had been cool fingers, a cool tongue and cock, promising the release she craved, a release only her Angel could provide.
At least he wasn't afraid to touch her anymore since Christmas eve. It was an unspoken promise that they wouldn't go anywhere too dangerous and so they kissed or held hands. Eventually his fingers dared to brush her breasts during one of their more heated kisses but that was it. Every night she came home, frustrated, feeling incomplete and angry that they just weren't allowed to do the things they wanted to so badly.
But her own fingers were too warm, as was the bed she was lying in. So with a groan she sat up and headed for the shower. She stepped under the cold spray, relishing in the feel of it on her flushed skin, imagining a cool body next to her, doing all the things he did to her in her dreams. Unconsciously her fingers slipped inside her dripping core again and this time her release came quickly and powerfully. But still it wasn't enough.
So she toweled off and headed back to her bedroom, surprised to find a dark figure sitting on her bed.
"Faith!"
"Hey B., got a little refreshment?", Faith turned to face her sister slayer with a wink.
"Uhm, yeah...what brings you here?", Buffy was still a little confused, but felt glad that the other slayer hadn't decided to stop by a few minutes earlier.
"The heat makes the demons hide in whatever caves they live in but the vamps are still crawling out of the graves, so...you're in for a little patrol?"
"I was just getting ready to go out.", Buffy replied, eager for a little fight or two to work off the tension.
"Just pick something short.", Faith added as she saw Buffy going through her closet. "It's awfully hot outside."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that out already.", Buffy grinned.
She and Faith were on much better terms now than the first time the dark haired slayer showed up in Sunnydale. It was good to have a little help on patrol and Faith seemed to fit into the gang more and more each day. As they both climbed out of the window once Buffy had dressed in one of her old skirts and a little tank top, they headed for the nearest cemetery.
"You know what shocks me most about the whole heat thing?", Faith grinned at her.
Buffy shook her head, finding it too hot to speak.
"Giles wearing shorts."
Both girls laughed in unison when the first vamp attacked them from behind, turning into dust almost a second later.
"By the way, he wants us to stop by later for research.", Faith added.
They had just finished the third graveyard when Buffy felt a more than familiar tingle in her guts, her eyes automatically searching for him. While Faith drank some water from a faucet nearby, Buffy´s eyes settled on the tall and dark figure in the shadows. Immediately she started walking towards him, a grin spreading on her face. After the dream she'd had earlier she had been looking forward to seeing him later the whole time. Realizing she found him, Angel stepped out of the shadows to meet her halfway. Drinking in the sight of her, his pants tightened almost painfully. She was wearing the silliest excuse of a skirt he had ever seen on her before and a tiny tank top that was more like a bra, since it left her entire midriff bare. Walking towards him, licking her lips unconsciously she was temptation incarnate. When they finally faced each other, she wasted no time pulling him into her arms.
"Hi there.", she whispered, shocked by the coolness the shelter of his arms provided.
"Hey.", he greeted her softly, tightening his hold on her as if he could protect her from being seen.
"Mmmh...", she sighed, looking into his eyes. "You're cool. I like that."
"Really?", he teased her back before he couldn't resist anymore and lifted her up for a kiss. The contrast of warmth and cold their kisses usually held was even increased by the heat surrounding them. She deepened the kiss immediately and sucked his cool tongue into her mouth while her hands held onto his shoulders. The intensity of the feeling shocked them and only increased the hunger for more. Before he realized it Angel had pulled her flush against him, knowing full well she could easily detect his arousal poking into her bare belly and from the moan he got from her in response she seemed to like it. The scent of arousal intoxicated him and he fought hard not to rip her clothes from her and fuck her on the ground until he was allowed the release he craved.
"Check out the lust bunnies...". Faith's teasing comment shook them out of their daze and they separated a step. Their eyes were still locked and Angel swore he felt his heart beat when she sent him a sexy grin and whispered: "Missed me?"
The soft growl he gave her in response told her all she needed to know.
"Before I have to tear you apart with violence we'd better go meet Giles and the others.", Faith grinned at them and took off, giving the couple the privacy of rearranging their clothes and following her.
"Giles, do we have to do this *now*?", Xander groaned and shot an irritated glance at the couch. He barely listened to Giles´ words of justification as he glanced at the couple sitting on the other side of the living room. Buffy had cuddled up on Angel's lap, one of his arms draped around her. At least the vampire had the decency to pretend to read the book in front of him. It wasn't that Xander hadn't seen this before it was just...that it surprised him to see it again, after all that had happened.
Buffy let out a soft sigh and snuggled even closer into Angel's embrace. He was so nice...and cool...comforting her and leading her thoughts back to dangerous places. She had tried. She really had. First she had touched him like accidentally, electrified by the short feel of his skin against hers but finally she had given up. He had been both surprised and pleased as she had hopped into his lap, leaning against him. Now he had to fight an almost constant hard-on but damn, it was thousand times worth the fact that he was close to her without being in danger of going too far.
As everyone in the room joined the discussion whether their research party was really that urgent Buffy leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"I've been dreaming about you...". His arousal increased several notches causing her to surpress a moan.
"Buffy, please...", he whispered back.
"What? Now I can't even dream about you anymore? Angel please...we have to talk about this...".
"Talk? You want to talk to me in front of all your friends about dreams? Why do you think I've avoided touching you for so long? You're in my dreams, Buffy. Every night. And when I wake up and you're not with me I have to go kill something because it hurts so much. You want them to know that?", he hissed but ended up drawing the attention of the group towards them.
"Watcha whispering?", Faith asked coyly.
"Uhm..nothing...", Buffy replied quickly. She shot Willow a surprised look as everyone started to leave.
"Guys? Where are you going?"
"Oh, Giles finally agreed to let us go for tonight.", the redhead chirped.
"Yeah and Faith suggested that we all go swimming...", Oz added.
Buffy shot her sister slayer a questioning look.
"What? You think you're the only one suffering from the heat?", Faith grinned. "And I know just the place to go...meet me at Restfield in half an hour?" Willow, Oz an Xander nodded eagerly, curious to find out what Faith had in mind, desperate to go some place colder than Giles´ flat.
"Ok, I´ll be there...", Buffy agreed absently, focussing on Angel again.
"You're coming?", she asked gently, cupping his face.
The thought of seeing Buffy in a bikini crossed him as a very bad idea but as he remembered that Xander and Oz would be there, seeing her like that, almost nude, he gave the idea a second chance. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. He could stay away from her, just to make sure Xander kept his eyes in the right places. There wasn't any danger of going too far with the others around and the look in Buffy´s eyes made it unable for him to deny her plead. So he nodded, almost shocked again as she gave him a peck on the lips.
"Ok, so I´ll see you then...", she whispered as they said goodbye for a while. She had offered him to come with her, to her house and wait while she got dressed but he refused.
As he turned and walked towards the mansion he could hear Xander´s bickering behind him.
"Do you really think it's a good idea he's coming?"
All the way to her house Buffy had thought about what Xander said. Of course she had immediately defended Angel in front of him but Xander´s words kept running through her mind. Was it dangerous that they were becoming closer again? No. Certainly not for her. She had missed Angel more than she could bear after she send him to hell and since he came back to her she tried to deal. Deal with the guilt she still felt because of what she did to him, deal with her feelings and deal with the irresistible magic that seemed to draw her to him, again and again. She couldn't live without him. She'd tried but failed horribly. He told her he didn't cope much better with the distance between them. So, how close was too close? She still wanted him but of course they couldn't let go without putting the world into danger. Xander made that pretty clear more than once. But why listen to Xander? He'd never known love like she did. He didn't know how save she felt in Angel's arms, what effect a simple kiss from him could have on her and how hard it was to hold back all the time. The slayer was driven by instinct as were the demons she killed. And her instinct told her, that Angel was good, was safe and that she'd never want anything else but him. Who knew, maybe Willow, after all, succeeded in binding his soul permanently as she had confessed after Buffy´s return from LA. The redhead had been going through Jenny's translation of the ancient gypsy text and had told Buffy one day after Angel's return that maybe he wasn't cursed anymore. That was before what happened on Christmas eve. Angel wouldn't risk his soul afterwards, too afraid to be used by evil again. So she never told him. That was when her dreams started. Dreams in which they were allowed to be carefree because all that mattered was the love between them. And what did he just tell her? He had dreams, too. Well, she figured that out the first night she woke up from one of her dreams and went towards the mansion, just to be close to him. He had been lying on the bed, nude and very aroused. As she had stepped closer he had whimpered her name and before she knew she had been running from the mansion, away from him, too scared of listening to what her instincts told her.
As she put on her bikini she suddenly felt more sure than ever. Angel, her sweet Angel couldn't be evil. He was scared of touching her? Fine. She was the slayer, a predator. And a very sexual frustrated one. Determined to change that fact tonight she slipped on a skin tight, very short sundress and grabbed a towel before she climbed out of her window again.
Faith, Willow, Oz and Xander were already waiting for her at the entry of Restfield cemetery and as soon as Buffy joined them they went quiet. She had heard them talk from a distance and the topic didn't surprise her. Slowly they started walking. Angel would easily be able to catch up with them, following their track.
"So, where are we going?", Willow asked nervously, clasping Oz´s hand a little tighter.
"Jeez, you people live here since well, forever and I'm the only one knowing about this?", Faith shook her head.
"So?", Buffy asked again.
"Oh well, there's a little pond right into the little forest there. The water's cool, nobody else is there and well I've been there the other night and it was fun. Thought you'd like.", Faith spilled her plan.
A little relieved not to be a part of something forbidden, Willow smiled at Buffy.
Soon they arrived at their destination. Faith let her bag drop immediately, stepping out of her skirt and shirt and ran into the water.
"It's wonderful!", she shouted back at them, happily diving in the cool water.
Xander followed her soon while Willow carefully spread her towel on the ground before she started to undress. Oz was waiting for her and taking her by the hand as they stepped into the water.
Buffy paused as she felt the familiar tingle creep up inside her. Angel was near and probably watching her from the shadows again.
Smiling she decided to give him a little show. Since the moon was shining brightly he should have no trouble seeing her. So she slowly bent over to arrange her towel on the ground, making sure he got a good view of her behind and then started removing the sundress inch by inch. As soon as the fabric fell to the ground and she stood in her bikini she heard Faith yell from the water: "Hey big guy. Get into the water!" Busted.
She turned around and smiled at him. He was mere steps away now, staring at her with an almost hungry impression. Knowing she got him hooked, Buffy closed the distance between them and went into his arms.
"Mmh...you're so cool.", she mumbled as she started to unbutton his shirt.
"Uhm, Buffy, maybe...", he protested weakly.
"Want to feel you, so cool...", she sighed as she started kissing every inch of skin she bared.
He gripped her shoulders and pulled her away from his chest only to kiss her passionately. She wanted to play? Fine. After a few seconds she went slack in his arms, kissing him back for dear life, pressing her skin to his bare chest. Before they even noticed, they were walking back into the woods, away from the others, kissing and groping openly. Both had dreamed about this more than once so resistance was futile.
Finally Angel stopped and sat down on the ground, pulling her down with him.
"God, Buffy, you feel so...", he moaned as she climbed into his lap once more, not stopping until he was lying on his back and her flushed body on top of him. Only then did she pause, snuggling against him contently, placing nipping kisses on his shoulder blades. "Taste good...so clean...", she teased him and he let her have her way until she started nibbling at his throat.
With a growl he flipped them so that she was lying on her back and he on top of her, attacking her mouth with a passionate kiss. In mere instants he had her moaning into his mouth and his hands started to wander. He first caressed her face, down her throat to her arms. He cupped her waist and started moving up again until his fingers brushed her barely covered breasts. Her hands gripped his back as he started teasing her nipples into two hard peaks through the material. The feel of his cool mouth on her intensified when his lips left hers to travel downwards. Angel nipped on her chin, down her throat, pausing to suckle at her neck where he felt the blood drumming through her veins beneath his mouth. Urgently his hands tucked at the spaghetti straps of the bikini top, bearing her to his gaze. Hesitating for a second he looked up to meet her eyes but the love he found there only encouraged him to continue. Her breasts were heaving with her panted breaths and she moaned out loudly when his lips and tongue finally descended on her bare skin.
He took his time tasting her, teasing her in the process since he avoided her nipples until she was begging for it. But then he suckled on them with passion, alternating between swirling his tongue around them and gently biting down with blunt teeth. Her strong hands had his head in a steel grip to hold him in place while she was grinding her lower boy against his. Getting the implication, Angel slipped one of his legs between hers, giving her just the right pressure on her aching sex she needed. She climaxed in seconds, moaning out his name. But he wasn't finished yet. Not allowing her to recover, his hands wandered further down, tucking at the waistband of her panties. He slid them off eagerly and paused for a moment to drink in the sight of her, lying in front of him, waiting for him to join her. Gently he parted her legs a little further, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal, before finally he lowered his mouth and dipped in to taste her for the first time in what seemed like a century. They had done this before but now everything seemed to be different. They went through hell and back again and yet their love was still standing.
The first touch of his mouth on her burning sex left Buffy trashing on the ground, uttering nonsensical phrases while he teased her open with his fingers and started to lick and suckle her core, avoiding her clit for once. Moisture was flooding from her and he lapped it up greedily, tasting her honeyed juices. She whimpered his name and only then did his teeth lightly scrape over her swollen clit. Moaning out loudly her legs gripped his head between them and still she needed more. He knew instinctively what she craved and slipped first one, then a second finger into her tight channel. Slowly, oh so slowly he build up the rhythm until she was bucking against his fingers. Finally his mouth settled on her clit again as he thrust his fingers deep inside her and when he sucked the tiny bud into his mouth she lost it. Screaming his name she came, flexing around his fingers and drenching him with her release.
He moved away from her a little, shocked where their passion had let them but she met him halfway, pulling him into a toecurling, hungry kiss, able to taste herself on him.
"I love you.", she panted as they finally separated to take a few breaths.
"God, Buffy, you're amazing. I love you, too.", he whispered hoarsely.
He yelped in surprise as she pushed him down to the ground and attacked his chest with her lips and fingers, playing with his hardened nipples and kissing a wet trail down to where his pants bulged visibly.
"You have way too many clothes on.", she grinned at him as she started undoing his belt. She unbuttoned his pants with a teasing slowness and slid them down his legs. Undoing his shoes she pulled them off completely and focussed on his boxers, where a enormous bulge greeted her. Teasingly she tickled across it with her fingers until he groaned.
Then she started tucking them down as well and had to take a deep breath when his erection finally bounced free. Tossing his boxers aside she unconsciously licked her lips before she moved up his body.
Angel gripped her hand just as she was about to touch him.
"Buffy, you don't have to do this.", he told her seriously.
She swatted his hands away and took his cock into her hand, making him moan loudly. She carefully traced every inch of him, marveling in the contrast of how he felt so soft but so hard at the same time. Slowly she started stroking him in a loose rhythm, knowing he needed much more but taking her time. Eventually she gripped him a little tighter.
Finally she altered her position so that her mouth was leveled to his sex. Keeping on stroking him, she first licked the head carefully, smiling at his hiss of pleasure. Slowly she took more and more of him into her mouth until he was deep down her throat. He tasted so cool and oh so good and she made sure she tasted every inch of him. After what seemed like eternity to him she started bobbing her head, sliding him in and out of her, increasing the pace until he couldn't hold back and thrust against her hot mouth. Her tongue was swirling around the head again and again, her teeth eventually scraping against the soft skin. He was sure he'd never felt like this before, not even with her. As he felt his release approaching quickly he grabbed her hair and pulled her up gently.
"Buffy, baby you have to stop...I'm gonna...", he whispered hoarsely.
She didn't even let him finish but only increased her ministrations until with a jerk of his hips he released his cold seed inside her mouth, almost shocked as she swallowed all of it eagerly. When she even licked her lips afterwards Angel couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled her up and trust his tongue inside her mouth, kissing her like a starving man. "You're wonderful...", he whispered.
"So are you.", she replied, tears in her eyes.
Before either of them could move the realization dawned on them that she was sitting in his lap again and that they were sex to sex. Angel hardened immediately, causing Buffy to moan and rub against him slowly.
He gripped her hips, almost growling at her.
"Stop."
"Why?", she whimpered. Why stop when it felt so right and she needed him to fill her so badly. "You know why.", he replied, all his willpower needed not to thrust against her.
"Need you so much...", she whined. "Need you inside me."
He groaned loudly. "God, Buffy do you think it's easy for me? I want to make love to you so badly. Every part of me longs for you but we can't risk it. I can't lose my soul again and I know you don't want me to, either."
She cupped his face between her hands, staring deep into his eyes. "Even when I know you won't?"
"What? How can you know that?", he shot her a questioning look.
"Willow told me she checked the curse. From what she knows your curse is gone. Jenny changed it. We don't know for sure, that's why I didn't tell you, but I feel it. I know we're safe, Angel."
The meaning of her words sank into him and he allowed himself to hope that maybe it was true.
"But how can we be sure?", he asked her.
"I know it because I feel it.", she told him. "I know you won't hurt me or anyone else again. Jenny was a good woman, she...she'd have wanted us to have that. Please Angel, trust me. I know we're safe."
She kissed him gently, giving him time to deal with the news.
"Unless, you don't want to....you know...", she finally suggested as he remained silent.
"God, Buffy. I want you. More than anything else I want to be with you. And I trust you...", he kissed her back, passion rising up in both of them.
"Make love to me?", she whispered, suddenly feeling like a little girl.
He laid her down on the grass with infinite gentleness, never leaving her mouth until he was on top of her and settled between her legs, poised at her entrance.
"You sure about this?", he asked her again.
She nodded and a moment later he was buried inside her, home. The feel of their connection too overwhelming to move they both paused for a second.
"I love you, Buffy.", he whispered.
"I love you, too.", she replied.
He started to move inside her gently and slowly, giving her the time to become accustomed to him again. His hands were stroking her face and cupping her breasts, while his lips murmured senseless lovewords to her. After a while both needed more and she started to thrust her hips up against his. Increasing the pace more and more they soon mated with a frenzy that made all their frustration and longing disappear. Buffy came once, twice and as Angel felt his own release was near, he slipped a hand down to the tight bundle of nerves between her legs and squeezed it gently. Together they cried out their release, collapsing on the ground.
He tucked her in his arms, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her back and together they waited.
After an hour of waiting Buffy finally broke the silence between them.
"You feel any different?"
"Yes. But in a good way.", he smiled at her.
"See, I told you we were safe.", she grinned.
"What happens now?", he asked her.
"We'll stay together, of course.", she sat up a little to look at him.
"Even if I can't give you a normal life?"
"Angel, I'm the slayer. I´ll never have a normal life. I don't want it. I want you.", she declared.
"I love you.", he kissed her tenderly.
"Ok, what about a bath now?", she teased him, searching for her bikini on the ground.
"Love, you're practically naked.", he frowned at her.
"Little old-fashioned, are we?", she grinned. "Besides, you have seen me naked before, mister. Oz wouldn't even look at me like that and Xander, well, he has Faith to look at."
She finished dressing and pulled him with her. Cuddling together, they went to join the others, only to find that they were leaving.
"Where are you going?", Buffy tried to ignore Xander´s glare. It was obvious they all knew what had happened between her and Angel. It seemed like Willow had filled them in about the new curse.
"Home. Tired.", Willow faked a yawn. "See you tomorrow?" "Uhm, yeah...", Buffy only nodded, mouthing a silent ´thanks` to her and Faith, who was once more grinning at her.
As soon as the others were gone, Angel pulled her into an embrace and kissed her passionately. She squealed as he took her into his arms and ran towards the water. Shrieking and struggling, she came to her own feet again only to stumble into the cool water with the vampire she loved close behind her. He lifted her into his arms once more and kissed her. They celebrated that night, making love inside the water and outside, loving each other with tenderness or burning passion. When dawn was close, he led her to the mansion and together they found sleep, dreaming of their future together. Tomorrow they'd probably have to deal with the others but for now and forever all that mattered was the lover they held in their arms.
~~~~~~ Two weeks later ~~~~~~~~
"Oh god, when did you learn that? You can't really, you know..."
"Let's just say 250 years of living give you plenty of experience."
"Are you telling me that you learned that from another woman?"
"Are you complaining about my experience? I didn't hear you complain last night..."
"I'm talking about the food here. God, theses cherries are..."
"I knew you'd love it."
"I'm gonna get fat if you keep spoiling me like that."
"Well, I guess we better intensify some other activities then..."
"Oh you mean training?"
"Come to bed, lover."
"Or patrol?"
"Love, come to bed and I´ll show you."
"Oh, then maybe Faith should come, too..."
"Get your candy ass on that bed, lover."
"Just one more cherry, god!...Wait, did you say candy ass?... OR WHAT?"
"I´ll fuck you on the floor."
"You have to catch me first *lover*.......oh ouch....oh stop it.....oh god, don't stop, please....."
The end :o) You like?