Author: Lucey
Disclaimer: don't own them, Joss does
Rating: NC-17, both PWP and CWC, baby!
Pairing: B/A
Timeline: post BtVS 4x11 Doomed and AtS 1x11. The end of "Doomed" never happened, Buffy never kissed Riley.
Distribution: my lj, Denialhaven, wherever I post it, others: ask, please!
Feedback: pretty please
Dedication: Happy anniversary, Hannahbee! This is for you, twinly!
Note: Thanks to Leni for the beta *smooch*
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They stood in front of the dark mansion in silence. Before she could start thinking about why exactly they had ended up here, she was startled when he addressed her for the first time since they had left the Bronze.
"Buffy?"
"Sorry." she tried to clear her head. "Did you say something?"
He smiled, remaining silent. All the times he had imagined this, he never had thought of silence, complete and utter silence. He'd expected her to yell at him, to babble, anything but not this. It made him just a little bit uneasy because it was just another reminder of how they had drifted apart and changed.
"Angel." She gasped when she first spotted him at the Bronze. He heard her across the room, despite the music and despite the people all over the place.
They made their way towards each other and then there had been silence. A silence she eventually broke.
"What…what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to form proper sentences. This could not be happening. What was he doing here? Just like that…unannounced and looking incredibly hot.
"I…I have to tell you something. But…" He looked around, almost wincing at the noise all around them.
She picked up the hint, nodding. "Right. Probably not the right place."
He nodded back, turning to leave.
"Wait, I'll just tell the guys I'm leaving."
He nodded and watched her make her way through the crowd, followed her with his eyes until she had reached the table where Willow and Xander were sitting. He watched her grab her jacket and exchange a few words with Willow before she made her way back to him.
"I'm all yours…"She smiled and blushed, realizing what she said. "Uhm…I…you know."
He smiled back at her and together they left the Bronze.
"So…" she stopped dead once they had entered the next street.
"Just…just walk with me for a second, okay? I'll explain everything, I promise."
"Angel…what's wrong?"
"Don't worry." Always the cryptic guy.
And then he had started to walk and she had followed where he led, through dark streets and even darker parks and graveyards until they finally found themselves in front of their…of the old mansion on Crawford street.
He opened the door and held it open for her. She shot him another confused look but entered the building, inhaling sharply when she almost brushed against his arm. So close…too close.
The door banged shut behind them and once again Buffy was grateful for Slayer senses - even though the place was dark she could see perfectly. Taking a few steps, she recognized the old sofa in the living area, near the fireplace, the splintered table, the rug. Wait…
Whirling around to face Angel she almost collided with his broad chest. He caught her and grabbed her arm to steady her, finally touched her for the first time this night and the ever-present tingly feeling inside her stomach exploded, made her pulse quicken and raised goose bumps all over her skin. Her head felt dizzy and she had to grab his arm in return to keep standing. She stood perfectly still, trying not to loose it and after a while she realized that his thumbs were caressing the skin in reach on her arms, soothing and teasing at the same time.
"Your stuff…" she whispered, searching his face.
He nodded, trying to find the right words.
"Angel…" Even her saying his name sounded like a question.
"Buffy, listen." He tried to guide her over to the sofa but she didn't move an inch.
"Then talk to me." She had found both her voice and her balance again and stepped away from him. She was not going to let him know how much his mere presence, the slightest touch from him affected her. "What are you doing here?" she repeated her earlier question.
"I…have to tell you something. It's…complicated." He started, running his hands through his hair. Finally he decided that the direct way would probably be the best.
"I talked to the powers."
"The powers that be?"
He nodded. "Well, I talked to the oracles, but they are in direct contact to the powers so…I talked to them."
"Why?" she sounded worried.
"I asked them to do something for me. I've been thinking a lot lately…especially since you've been to LA."
"On Thanksgiving." She frowned. She had only seen him for five minutes then so why the hell was that suddenly so important? Because when it comes to Angel nothing is ever unimportant.
"Some…things happened. Doyle died and now Cordelia has these visions…"
"What? Cordelia has visions?" she asked, incredulous. Seeing his pained expression she stifled a giggle. "Sorry, not the point. Your friend died?"
"So…things happened. And I heard other things…concerning Sunnydale. Bad things." He stopped her from interrupting once again. "I know that everyone in Sunnydale lost their voice a few days ago. I know about the recent earthquake and I remember what happened the last time and I know that there is a new power in town, something that scares demons and vampires so much that they leave town if they are smart enough. I know you think you can handle all this alone but…"
"But you left. You left town, you left me. It's not your problem anymore. It hasn't been for months." Why are you coming back now?"
He heard her pain and cringed. "Buffy, please."
"I remember what you said last time…I remember. But I couldn't call." He sighed. "There's more to tell. As I said, I asked the Oracles to do something for me."
"What…what did you ask them to do?" she pleaded impatiently, realizing this was important to him.
"I realize that I should not be calling onto you again. But I have to ask for one more thing."
"Haven't we given you enough already?" The male oracle crossed his arms over his chest. "You can not summon us every time something happens with your life that you don't approve of."
"I know that. But you have to listen to me. I'm not asking you to turn back time again or to give me back my friend. I'm asking you to give me my soul. Permanently."
"And what makes you think you are worthy of such a generous gift?"
"The gift is not for him alone" the female oracle interrupted her counterpart. "Speak, warrior."
"Buffy, the Slayer. I have to be able to help her, to be close to her."
"But why did you chose to leave her, then?"
"I had to. I thought I had to. And now I know that I was wrong."
"Your path is destined. We can not change that."
"Destiny? Years ago I was told that my destiny was to help the Slayer and now you are telling me that it's not? What could possible have changed that?"
"It is not our place to know that."
"Then find me someone who does. You have to hear me out. Even the Mohra-demon said it: "Together you were powerful - alone you are dead." I can't let that happen. I can't let her die, not if I can help it. I need to be able to protect her when she needs it; I need to be there for her when she needs me. I can help her. I need you to give me my soul permanently because that is the only way I can be there for her the way she deserves it."
"Your lower instincts are not our concern."
"You think I'm just interested in sex? I'm not denying that I have not thought about that and all I'm going to say is that I love her - I love her more than anything or anyone in my life, not in the past, not in the present and not in the future."
By now he was pacing the room. "I love her with all my heart and soul and she deserves to be loved that way - if she will have me. I need her. I need to be able to touch her and to be close to her without the lingering fear that the demon might surface again." He sighed, looked directly at the oracles. "The Slayer - she is fighting your fight…how can you deny her a little happiness?"
"And you are that happiness?"
"That's not what I meant…the only thing I'm saying is that I need to be close to her to help her. But when we're close one thing leads to another and before we know it I end up breaking her heart and one of us is forced to walk away. That affects our "performance" as warriors and will ultimately lead to us losing the fight, just like we both would have died had I remained human. Together we are strong, I know that now even though I thought I was doing the right thing when I left her…just please. Consider it."
"His heart is filled with love for the other warrior. His words are true." The female oracle looked at her counterpart and both paused as if they were listening to another voice only they could hear.
"Fine. We will grant your wish, warrior. We will gift you with a permanent soul so that you can go and fulfil your destiny."
"So she is my destiny?"
"You and the slayer share a unique bond and after considering your words and considering what the future holds for you the powers have come to an agreement. Your soul is permanent now. Do not disappoint us."
"I won't," he promised before he found himself knocked out of the room again.
"I…I asked them to give me my soul…permanently. To bind it so that the demon will never be able to resurface again, so that I won't hurt you anymore."
She gasped in shock, her hands clutched to her mouth.
"I told them that I needed to be with you, to fight with you, protect you and help you. I told them that we are stronger together than alone. I…"
"But…but you left me!" she sobbed, unable to believe the words coming from his mouth. All the times she had tried to tell him the exact same thing…and he had never listened to her.
"Buffy, I'm so, so sorry. I was only doing what I thought was right. But all the things that happened made me realize that I was wrong. You were right, Buffy. We can make this work…that is, if you still want me here."
She rushed into his arms and clutched him close, weeks and months of tension and heartbreak surfacing.
"You…your soul is permanent now? No more curse?"
He shook his head, clutching her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him, look him in the eye when she made her decision.
"So…do you? Want me here?"
She didn't hesitate for one second before she nodded violently. "Yes. Yes, of course I…"
She was silenced by his lips on hers, claiming hers almost violently and with all the desperation that lay behind them. She responded eagerly, welcoming his taste back into her mouth, revelling in the feel of him to close, so perfect, so…Angel. His tongue traced her lips and she opened her mouth even further, willingly granting him the access he didn't have to ask for. They clung to each other like two people drowning and their kiss seemed to go on forever and then some. Lips met, tongues duelled and teeth nibbled; nothing seemed close enough, like always between them it was never enough, they had always needed and would always need more. Passion long suppressed sparked inside their bodies and they tumbled to the floor and Angel gasped when his back hit the cold stone floor.
Holding her close to him, not caring about bruises, Angel didn't stop kissing her until she broke away, panting for air. Her chest heaved with shuddering breaths and still she didn't move away, still she wanted…needed more. She needed proof that this, her favourite dream day and night, had come true and this was really happening. All the feelings she had tried to bury and forget snuck back into her conscience and she was close to crying from the sheer joy of having him in her arms, kissing him, having him hold her close.
Angel rolled them over to have better access to her mouth and body. It had been too long; he needed to look at her, touch her, feel her against him, underneath him. Cradled between her thighs he kept devouring her mouth, alternating between long languid swipes of his tongue and tiny kisses peppered all over her face. Her face was flushed and he knew she was just as aroused as he was. Unable to resist, he ground his painful erection against the damp spot between her legs and she replied with a shuddering moan. His mouth trailed across her jaw and down her neck until he found the scar he had left so many months before. He laved at it with his tongue and her hips were lifted off the ground. Her fingers clutched his shirt desperately while he suckled the raised bit of skin until she couldn't take it anymore and with a scream dove into her first orgasm.
Both surprised and amazed by her reaction, he gazed down at her, her face flushed and her mouth open, panting.
"I love you, Buffy. God, I love you so much."
"I love you, too. I missed you so much, I tried to move on and now you're here and…"
He silenced her with another kiss, trying to calm down the passion roaring through him. What he didn't expect was that she broke off the kiss and tugged at his shirt.
"Angel…"
He looked at her, searching for the doubt he was sure was setting in soon.
"Make love to me…" she begged, her eyes never leaving his. "Please…"
"Believe me there's nothing…" He scooped her up in his arms, for a moment disoriented, searching for the bedroom.
Once they had entered the room, he was forced to set her down on her feet. Impatiently he pulled the dusty comforter off the bed and was glad to see that the sheets underneath seemed unaffected.
Buffy was staring at him, as if she was still not sure he wouldn't disappear the next second. Finally, she started to take off her shoes, kicking them out of the way. She started to pull her shirt over her head but Angel stopped her movements.
"Please, let me…" he whispered against her ear, making her shiver. He reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up slowly, cherishing every second of it. She gazed at him, amazement in her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. Eventually she lifted her arms and then she was standing in front of him in her bra.
His eyes roamed over her hungrily, caressing her skin, making her feel warm despite the cold in the room. Gently his thumb brushed over one straining nipple and she sucked in a sharp breath. His hands travelled further down to her jeans, unbuttoning them with the same aching slowness he had demonstrated with her shirt. Impatiently, she started to undo the buttons of his own shirt, eventually sliding it off so that his chest was now bared to her equally hungry gaze. Unable to resist, she leaned forward and licked the skin covering his still unbeating heart. She smiled when she heard him gasp and gave his skin another lick.
"Mh…"she hummed, licking her lips while she glanced up at him teasingly.
This was too much for him, he finally slid her jeans down her legs and she stepped out of them, kicking them in the direction of her shoes. His belt came next and soon they were only standing next to the bed in their underwear.
"You're so beautiful…" he whispered, taking her in.
"Well, you're not too hard on the eyes either, you know?" She grinned and moved in for another kiss. It already seemed too long since she had last tasted him.
"I want you, Buffy. I want you right here and right now. I want you so much it hurts…" he whispered against her lips.
"Then take me. I'm yours. Always have been, always will be. I need you, Angel. Please make love to me."
At her words his unbeating heart jumped and he crushed her to him once again. Both his mouth and hands attacked her frantically now, no longer able to wait for what had been too long denied to them. His hands found her bra and removed it in mere seconds. Her panties followed suit and his boxers were sent flying through the room after them. Naked, they tumbled onto the bed, finally skin to skin again, finally in each other's arms. His hands roamed all over her body and she writhed under his talented touch. She touched him wherever she could reach and closed her eyes when his fingers found their way to her swollen clit. Slipping just a finger into her, he thrust a few times shallowly, preparing her for what was to come and she mewled in approval.
"Please, Angel…"
Once again her plea was his undoing, his self-control shattered into a thousand pieces and he spread her legs to accommodate him.
"I'm sorry…I wanted to go slow…" he murmured, almost struck unconscious from the heavenly scent of her arousal penetrating his nostrils.
"You're still immortal, right?" She looked at him.
He nodded.
"Then there will be more than enough time for "slow". I need you now, Angel."
Her words were all it took. Kissing her passionately, he moved closer to her tight entrance. Looking deep into her eyes, he entered her, trying to give her time to get used to the feel of him again but she pulled him closer, her heels digging into his behind, underlining her earlier statement. He started to move, to thrust into her, finally home again and he was sure that if his soul had still been an issue this would have been the moment to drive it out of his body. Her heat engulfed him and he felt her muscles flex with every move he made. Her fingers were digging into his back and her eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure of having him inside her once again. This was real, this was what love was supposed to feel like - this was happiness, right there in her arms. Perfect.
Their pace quickened and the bed squeaked dangerously from their passionate movements. Still he thrust into her harder, faster, still trying to get deeper, closer, just a little further into her and she cherished it, welcomed every thrust and tried to take him deeper, needing him to become a part of her again. His fingers found her swollen clit and the addition to her pleasure send her into her second orgasm for the night with a scream. He felt her flutter around him and he almost came right there. But she exposed her neck to him once again, pulling his head towards the reddened scar.
"Buffy…"
"Angel, please…I want you to…" Her eyes were brimming with love.
Gripping her with a force that would have broken every normal human, he changed into game face, aiming for her throat. His fangs pierced the tender flesh and the heavenly tang of her blood was gushing into his mouth. Sucking the wound greedily, he thrust into her with inhuman force, wringing another orgasm from her that was shortly followed by his own.
Buffy gave an earth shuddering moan and then everything went black for a few seconds.
When she came to again, Angel was laving at her wound, gently closing it while his limp cock was still buried inside her as if he couldn't let go of her just yet.
"Wow…" she breathed, gently brushing his sweaty brow.
"Wow." He agreed, pulling out of her and cradling her in his arms so that her head was comfortably resting on his chest.
"I love you." She murmured, already getting sleepy.
Reaching for the sheets, he covered both of them, smiling at her before he brushed a soft kiss to her lips. "I love you, too."
Together they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
When Angel woke up again, he was confused for a second before he realized where he was and who was next to him. Buffy was awake even though her eyes were closed and her fingers whispered all over his upper body. He watched her draw lazy patterns and wide circles, sometimes delving into his belly button, something that always brought a smile to her lips. His body warmed under her touch and the more of him she touched, the more affected he got by it.
"Hey…" he finally whispered, kissing her nose.
"Hi." Her fingers drew on his hip.
"You like that?"
"Yup." She drew on his stomach.
"Can I play, too?"
She giggled but kept her eyes closed. "Okay." Her fingers spelled.
Well, there were two people in this game now, Angel smiled and contemplated his first drawing spot.
"I love you." His fingers drew on her lower arm.
"Love you, too." She replied to his hip.
"I want to make love to you…" he drew on her belly, inching deeper with every letter, feeling her flush.
"Really? Again?" was the answer to the soft skin beneath his belly button.
"Again and again and again" he whispered into her ear, his hand delving between her legs, feeling that she was already wet for him again. Letting her head slip onto the pillows he moved down her body to nestle between her legs. Her eyes flew open when she felt his tongue taking the first gentle dip inside her hidden folds and she gasped when he spread her even wider to have better access. Soon she was once again thrashing on the bed while he used every technique he had acquired in to last two centuries to bring her to peak after peak, to make her moan and scream, to make her forget her own name and only remember his own, chanting it like a mantra while he had a feast of the most delicious banquet ever presented to him. Every time she claimed she couldn't take it any more he doubled his efforts and showed her how much exactly she was able to take.
"Angel…need you…inside me. Now." She finally panted, tugging at his hair. Laving at her over-stimulated clit one last time, he moved up her body to kiss her long and passionately. He knew she would be able to taste herself on him and he was once again amazed when she responded with fervour. Still kissing her, he entered her, stretching her fluttering walls and started to move with long and shallow thrusts. She mewled, urging him to go faster and he left her lips for a moment to hook her legs over his arms.
He had to admit there were countless benefits to Slayer flexibility, he thought when he stretched her at this new angle, opening her wider than ever before, entering her impossibly deep. Her eyes flew open at the new sensations he evoked and she moaned, once again close to the brink. By now, his thrusts had become harder and still, she was urging him on.
"God, Angel…yes, please…just like that."
He was fucking her hard now, the tip of his cock hitting unknown depths and his skin slapping wetly against her with every thrust.
"Touch yourself." He panted and mindless with pleasure, she complied, her hands finding her breasts.
"Yeah, touch yourself, love. Feels good, doesn't it? Pinch your nipples, pinch them hard."
She obeyed, tweaking her swollen nipples between her perfectly manicured fingers while he slammed into her.
"Look at me, love. Look at me when you come."
She had trouble opening her eyes but she managed to focus on his eyes, turned on even more by the raw hunger she saw there.
"Angel, please…" she whimpered.
"You want to come?" he rasped, close to his own edge.
She nodded and it was all it took for him to change his angle ever so slightly, now hitting her swollen clit with every hard thrust.
"Angel….." she screamed when she came, thrashing underneath him, sending wave after wave of sweet pleasure through both of them and finally, fuelled on, he came deep inside her, burying his cold seed inside her womb.
Letting her down gently, he lay down on the bed behind her, spooning around her tiny frame, ready to protect her from every harm that dared enter their sanctuary.
Hours later, he woke up to find that she was still holding on to his hand lingering on her stomach. He pressed a kiss to the soft skin underneath her ear and smiled when she snuggled closer. This was what he wanted to wake up to every single morning from now on.
Pressing another kiss to her shoulder, he slowly pulled back his hand and moved away from her and out of the bed. Not bothering to put on any clothing, he went into the living room, picking up his coat in search of his cell phone.
After a few calls, he made his way back into the bedroom and further on into the bathroom. He was almost sure that the water in this place was still running. There were even a few bathroom supplies in a closet somewhere.
He stepped under the shower-spray, relishing in the lukewarm water raining down on him. Buffy's scent was clinging to him like a second skin and he was almost reluctant to wash it away but he was also aware of the fact that now that he had her back in his life he would never be able to wash her scent away completely. Not that he wanted to.
"Hey, sexy." A soft voice came from the doorway and Angel turned around to find an equally naked Buffy leering at him.
"Hey yourself there." He replied, taking in the sight of her. She looked…flushed. Her skin seemed to glow and there was something about that look that turned him on considerably.
"Mind if I join you? You know…we could save water and everything." She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Besides, I could be of some assistance…"
Angel had a brief flashback to the 17 year old girl in his bed that one fateful night, so shy, so insecure…and now she has become this incredibly beautiful young woman, definitely not shy anymore and much more secure.
He offered her his hand and she stepped under the spray, close to him, leaning up for a kiss. Her wet hair clung to her skin and she carefully brushed it aside, caressing her breasts. She leaned into his touch and he allowed himself to linger there for a moment before he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it. Carefully, he lathered up her scalp and made sure to soap up every last strand of golden hair before he led her under the spray once again, rinsing it out.
Grabbing the shower gel next, he positioned her in front of him, slightly away from the spray, her back against his chest.
"I dreamed about this, you know…" he whispered against her ear and she leaned back against him.
He started at her shoulders, gently massaging them until all the tiny knots had disappeared. Moving on, he gently applied soap to her arms and fingers before he moved once again to her back. She sighed when he touched her all over, gently massing her spine. Her breath quickened when he reached around her to focus on her breasts once more. He went from lathering them to gently massaging them, kneading more firmly until he finally focussed on her already straining nipples. He pinched them between his thumb and his forefinger, almost painfully and a jolt of pleasure shot through her body straight to her core.
"Yes…" she sighed, leaning back against him, feeling his growing arousal against her back.
"So beautiful, so perfect…" he murmured, alternating between tugging at her left and right nipple before he once against applied his talented ministrations to both of them.
She moaned when he stopped touching her to apply more soap, now gently washing her legs, thoroughly focussing on every toe and foot before he once again stood behind her. Again, he squeezed the bottle and she anticipated his next move anxiously. She sighed when he gently traced patterns on her stomach, dipping into her belly button and with tantalizing slowness, deeper and deeper to hidden territory with one hand while the other one had started working on her backside, kneading the flesh there before he parted her cheeks. Her knees started to wobble when he finally finished soaping up the nest of curls between her legs and parted her to once again to touch her most intimate places. His fingers slick with soap he massaged her clit, still swollen and a little sore from their earlier activities and she pressed against him. The hand on her backside moved deeper and her eyes flew open in surprise when he pressed against her back entrance with one soapy finger. She tensed, not used to the sensation but he murmured words of comfort into her ear, starting to massage her clit harder. She relaxed and he dipped his finger into her ever so slightly, only teasing before he withdrew it again to pull her closer while his other hand worked her up to a new peak. He pushed first one, then a second finger into her and she welcomed the invasion, edging him on. His thumb hit her clit with every move and when he finally added a third finger, the world exploded around her.
Turning around she pulled him down for a toe-curling kiss.
"My turn now." She declared, licking little droplets of water from his collarbone.
Angel leaned back against the tiles, giving himself up to her, letting her have her way. She alternated between little kisses and long licks, slowly making her way from his collarbone to his chest, gently biting a nipple. Smiling when he moaned, she moved on to his other nipple, giving it the same attention before she moved further down. By now his cock was aching and begging for her attention and seeing how hard he was, she finally had mercy on him.
"Oh god, Buffy…just like this." He moaned when she took him into her mouth, gently sucking the water from it before she swirled her tongue around the tip. Her hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, her thumb paying extra attention and applying extra pressure to the throbbing vein at the underside. Her mouth followed her hand and she took him in deeper with every move, engulfing him in her hot mouth, scraping the soft skin with her teeth every now and then, loving the way his knees buckled when she did it. By now he was babbling incoherently and she doubled her efforts to help him to the same pleasure he had given her earlier. It was like she instinctively knew what he would like and what would drive him crazy and she liked it. Seeing him, her powerful, strong Angel reduced to incoherent babbling made her head spin, knowing that it was her who did this to him.
She pumped him harder now, sucking the tip ferociously, tasting the first droplets of pre-cum on her tongue.
He was desperately clinging to the wall with one hand while the other one was twisted in her hair, massaging her scalp.
"Baby…baby, stop. I'm going to…" he tried to pull her up but she swatted his hand away, determined to finish what she started.
"Oh god, fuck, baby yes, just like that, feelssogood, oh yes…Buffy", he moaned, finally losing control and coming into her mouth, milked of every drop by her like a gluttonous kitten savouring the last drop of milk.
Still shivering he pulled her up for a kiss that left her breathless, plunging his tongue into her mouth he tasted himself there and he grew hard again, hesitating not for a second before he hoisted her up against the wall and entered her.
Clinging to him, she rode him hard and fast, reaching another quick climax, pulling him with her.
Spent, they tumbled to the floor and sat under the cooling spray for a few minutes. Angel eventually reached up and turned the water off, lifting her up and out of the shower, handing her a towel.
"Get dressed, love, or we'll never make it out of here." He sent her off into the bathroom while he used the towel she threw at him.
"Would that be so bad?" she called from the other room
"Well, we would starve, you would miss classes and your friends would probably stake me."
"Maybe I should give Willow a call later."
"You need clothes, too." He reminded her.
"Why?" she appeared once again in the doorway, wearing one of his shirts she had found in a closet. "I thought we'd be naked all the time anyway."
"And we should talk. You know…about everything."
Realizing he was serious, she gently took his face into her hands. "We'll figure something out. As long as we're together…"
"I'm not leaving you again."
"Good." She kissed him softly. "Good to know."
The end.