Author: Lucey
Dedication: To the woman of the hour, it's Happy Happy Birthday Hannahbee!!!!! *bearhug* this one's for you, hope ya like it *wg* You most definitely deserve it since you are a wonderful and sweet person, I don't know what I would do without you! *smooch*
Disclaimer: yeah, they're mine...no wait..just kidding!
Rating: put the kids to bed, send your parents away this one's NC-17, oh yeah!
Pairing: B/A (well, duh!)
Distribution: Denialhaven, the usual suspects, everyone else please ask first :o)
Synopsis: Well there is plot. Starts during BtVS 7.06 Him (AtS 4.06 Spin The Bottle already happened)
Feedback: always appreciated :o)
Note: Ok, this is smut. Nothing else. CWC Enjoy ;o)
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He almost didn't make it. But the moment he thought everything was over the car managed to stay on the street. Damn the blindfolds. Driving like a madman all the way from LA to Sunnydale he entered the city limits.
Her aura filled the air, crackling, pulling him towards her, calling, begging. Finally slowing down Angel started tracking his mate. She was out there somewhere, he just knew.
He drove past her house, no. He checked every cemetery, no. Growling in frustration he almost involuntarily drove past Sunnydale High. Oh god, this place, even if it wasn't the same. All these memories...Buffy....short skirts...training...making out behind the shelves...stolen kisses....
Lost in thoughts he stopped the car. That was when it finally hit him. She was there. Work, he remembered Willow telling him in her latest e-mail.
There had been a sewer entrance leading to the basement he recalled, once again starting the engine.
Praising heaven that the entrance was still there he managed to get out of the car without bursting into flames and entered the basement. Everything was new and the slight scent of Spike caught his nose. What the hell...? Focus. Right. Buffy. Was the old basement that confusing?
He tried to concentrate on the scent of his mate. He could clearly distinguish it from every other. Like back in the old days, he remembered and surpressed a smirk.
Finally Angel entered the hallway, carefully avoiding sunlight. It was class time, thank God. Buffy´s scent became more clear to him and suddenly his eyes widened in shock. Right behind that very door, in the dark classroom was his mate. Aroused. He felt his body immediately responding to it. For so long, he'd been without her. And now she was in the arms of another man? Again? Not with him in town.
Cordelia´s sudden reappearance and the memory spell they did for her had triggered something inside him. They had all been seventeen again, which had reminded him of a certain slayer and her 17th birthday.
//I love you. I try not to but I can't stop....//
// Me neither...//
//Maybe we shouldn't...//
//Shh...just kiss me//
And then he had asked Cordelia if they had been in love. His mind was still trying to focus but the second he uttered his question all he could think of was Buffy. And then suddenly he knew that the answer was no. That he indeed had never been in love with Cordelia. Love was connected to only one thought in his heart and soul: Buffy. And he knew he had to get her back, if she still wanted him.
And now she was there, with another man. Not going to happen. He ripped the door open end stormed into the room.
Buffy yelped in surprise as strong hands pushed her off the boy and sent RJ flying across the room, tearing his jacket in the process, knocking him unconscious. Who..? She turned her head and at the same second she wanted to crumble into dust. The spell immediately broken, her face expressed utter shock and embarrassment.
"Angel?" she finally managed to whisper, clutching her blouse tightly against her chest.
He didn't reply but crushed her towards him. His lips shut hers with a brutal kiss that soon turned into a very passionate one, once she was kissing him back with fire.
Needing to breathe eventually, she pulled away.
"Angel, what..?", she didn't finish her question but sucked in a sharp breath as her blouse and shirt were ripped from her body, followed quickly by her bra. Cold lips and hands covered her breasts and she started to press them towards him, moaning that it shook his sanity, begging for more, holding on to the table for support. His left hand started to pinch her nipple almost painfully while his right hand reached under her mini skirt to get rid of her panties. She grabbed his shoulders to pull him closer.
Plunging his tongue into her mouth again, he slipped two fingers inside her, twisting them, his thumb caressing her clit. She came immediately, shaking uncontrollably, moaning into his mouth, setting him on fire.
He couldn't wait any longer, his cock begging to be released. The second the scent of her arousal had hit his sensitive nose he had fought for control and now he lost it. Angel fumbled with his belt, finally tearing it in his haste. And before she could mourn the loss of his fingers he rammed into her, filling her so completely like no other man ever did. Overwhelmed by the sensation they finally paused.
"Oh god, Angel, stop....we can't...", she whimpered, slightly shifting on the table, pushing him even deeper in the process.
"Curse...not...an ....issue.", he managed to express, his eyes yellow with passion and anger. The moment he realized he still craved for her, staring at Cordelia in shock and disbelief, he realized that the curse was gone. Deep inside him he suddenly knew.
She didn't ask why, she didn't ask how. There would be time for questions later. She kissed him hungrily while she squeezed his hard member with her inner muscles. Growling he started pounding into her again, almost breaking the table with the force of their mating. Buffy moaned in pleasure as he started to suck at the scar on her neck, running her hands all over his back, under his shirt, pulling it off, feeling his muscles ripple as he moved with her, offering her neck to him. He didn't try to hold back, he sank his fangs into her soft skin. As her strong blood filled his mouth, filled with her new and most powerful orgasm, he joined her and let go, shooting his cold seed deep inside her. Then he collapsed on her small frame, pulling her closer, nuzzling the mark on her neck. She clung to him, slowly coming down from ecstasy but unwilling to let go of him. Everything seemed so unreal to her.
Finally Angel was the one to break the silence. He pulled out of her, trying to make out an expression in her flushed face.
"I'm sorry.", he started, but she silenced him with her finger on his lips.
"Don't be.", she whispered.
"But I never should have done this. I have no right.", he tried to pull away but she held him close.
"I was there. Actively participating, remember? So don't even start feeling guilty.", she told with a coy grin.
True. She hadn't really tried to stop him.
"So, care to explain why you're here?", she asked him, sitting up.
"I just realized I love you. How much I still love you.", he answered plain and simple but with ultimate tenderness. Tears sprang into her eyes as she kissed him with love and desperation.
"I love you, too. You know that?", she whispered and started to cry.
"Oh god, I can't believe you came back.", she sobbed in the crook of his neck. "You are back, right?"
"I am. I don't know yet how this will work out but we'll make it work, I promise. I´ll never leave you again.", he gently stroked her hair and her bare back until she calmed down.
"Hey, I love you.", he whispered into her ear.
Suddenly a sound caught his sensitive hearing.
Buffy heard it as well and she looked at him with a mix of shock and amusement.
"Class is almost over. We should probably get dressed.", she hopped off the table and started searching for what was left of her clothing. Her panties were torn, her shirt didn't look much better. Finally she put on what was left of her blouse and clutched it to her chest, looking at Angel who held his shredded belt and was wearing a torn shirt as well. They burst into laughter.
"We should really go change.", she decided. Probably not the best outfit to wear for the rest of the day, not to mention the bite marks on her neck and the arousal that still coursed through her veins. Not that she was actually thinking about going back to work.
"How did you get here anyway?", she asked him. After all it was about noon.
"Sewer entrance.", he answered her question and pulled her towards him. He had been without a kiss from her for too long. They were on fire all over again in no time and only pulled apart thanks to their rest of willpower left. Buffy took his hand and they closed the basement door behind them the second the bell announced the end of classes. RJ remained on the floor unnoticed.
Their way to his car took a lot longer than needed. After several heated kisses, five minutes of serious tongue-hockey and two short make-out sessions Angel finally lifted her from the floor and carried her the rest of the way to his car. It was then when Buffy asked him where they should go now. Her home surely wasn't the wisest decision. After all the risk of getting caught by Willow or Dawn was way too much for their taste. So they decided on the abandoned mansion that Angel, as he had to confess, still owned.
Angel carried her across the threshold, fully conscious of the implication and never stopped walking until they reached the bedroom. He pulled the comforter off and gently laid her down on the red silk sheets. It was almost unreal for him as she held out her arms for him to join her, but he didn't hesitate a second. He kissed her tenderly, all his feelings, his love and devotion for her poured into this kiss. It was much to ask of her, simply taking him back into her life after all this time but she never complained. He knew she had taken other lovers, including Spike but it all didn't matter right now. There was plenty of time for dealing later. Right now all that mattered was her beside him, in his arms. Despite all the passion burning inside of them he took his time, undressing her slowly, kissing every inch of flesh he bared until she was lying naked in front of him, her hair fanning the pillow like a halo, her skin burning with passion and desire, her voice making the most adorable sounds of longing and need, the scent of her arousal intoxicating the air.
Slowly she set up and started to undress him until he was naked beside her. She was peppering his chest with kisses, running her hands all over him, loving the way his muscles were flexing and his cold skin was warming under her touch. Then she focussed on his throbbing erection, begging for her touch. She ran a hand over it, tenderly at first, getting reacquainted to his soft skin and his size. Then she started stroking him, making him arch into her hand, lost in passion. Finally she decided to have mercy on him and ran her tongue over the tip, tasting remains of herself on him, slowly, inch by inch taking him inside her hot, wet mouth, sucking, licking, gently biting down until his hands gripped her hair with almost painful force while was making helpless little sounds, trying to tell her he was going to come and that she should stop. But she didn't stop until he came, swallowing his cool seed, licking every drop off of him as if she didn't want to waste it.
Angel recovered quickly, pulling her up, plundering into her mouth with force and hunger, his tongue exploring her sweet mouth again and again. Then he flipped them, pinning her underneath him leaving her to his mercy. He took his time kissing her face, her lips, her jaw, wandering down her neck where he nibbled at his mark until she almost came simply from his teeth and tongue there. Almost. He wandered lower to worship her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peeks, scraping his teeth over them only a little until she almost came. Almost. But again he had no mercy even if she whimpered and thrashed underneath him, begging him to let her come. He moved lower, slowly kissing her belly, wandering even lower, nuzzling the soft inside of her thighs until he finally parted her legs. She already was dripping wet and ready for him but he took his time, worshipping the most intimate part of her body with tenderness, lapping up her honeyed juices but carefully avoiding her clit, his strong grip holding her still.
"Angel...please....", she whimpered, aroused to a fever pitch.
"Please what, love?", she teased her.
"NeedtowanttohavetocomepleaseAngel", she managed to get out, blushing even more.
That was all the invitation he needed. Pushing first one, then two fingers inside of her, his mouth encircled her clit, sucking into his mouth as she came immediately with a wail that echoed through the building. He brought her to three more orgasms with his mouth and fingers, licking her clean as she panted and still craved for more.
Finally he kissed his way up her body again, whispering words of love and devotion between every mouthful he took of her flesh until he reached her lips again and settled between her thighs.
"Make love to me, Angel.", she begged him, looking deep into his chocolate eyes before she pulled him down for a long and tender kiss.
He didn't hesitate and entered her immediately, inch by inch until he was settled fully inside of her.
"I love you.", he declared again as he started to move, pulling in and out of her in a slow but steady rhythm.
"I love you, too.", she whispered hoarsely, trying to draw him deeper.
The made slow and tender love until their need for each other once more overwhelmed them.
"Oh Goahd, Angel please....", she moaned and panted.
"Tell me what you want.", he tried to keep control.
"Harder, Angel. Please, I need you."
Her blunt words finally did it, he pumped into her with the force that would have long broken a human body. They mated with the frenzy and intensity of lovers that had been apart far too long, seeking a release only their union could offer them. Again she offered her neck to him and after a look into her eyes and a second of hesitation he shifted into his demon visage and drank.
Both came immediately with a force that catapulted them into oblivion, their bodies, there souls seized to exist as two different beings and became one.
Finally being able to breath regularly again, Angel pulled Buffy on top of him, his face still laving the wound on her neck, purring until they both were almost asleep.
Barely audible he whispered into her ear: "Does forever still work for you?"
"Always.", she whispered back and pressed a kiss to his chest.
And it did. Because forever really was the whole point.
The end. Did you like it? ;o)