TITLE: Luce dell'amore (Light of Love)

SERIES: Serendipity: Book One (Destiny) - Part Three - Intimate Interludes #2

AUTHOR: Zo

URL: http://ravenous.warriorsandlovers.com

POSTED: May 6, 2008

PAIRING: Buffy & Angel

RATING: NC-17/MA

TIMELINE: This takes place during Part Three of Book One-Destiny (Serendipity Series), right after Angel overhears Buffy tell Connor that Dracula bit her. He sends Connor back to his house to collect a bag for him, leaving Buffy and Angel alone in the bedroom.

AUTHORS

NOTE: While I still do plan on writing drabbles for this series, which will center on Buffy and Angel and what they were doing and thinking during Connor’s telling of the story, I thought that I would also include companion PWP’s as well. Actually this came to me because I needed a break from writing something else (PWP’s are my get out of writer’s block mode *G* exercise) and out of nowhere I envisioned one of the sex scenes that Destiny did not give us. While this is the first companion PWP to this series, with regard to the timeline in the story, this is not the first sex scene for our lovers. The first would take place in Part Two right after Buffy tells Angel that he can’t lose his soul, that companion PWP will be written next.

Okay, enough babbling, here it is.

Feedback of all kinds is always deeply appreciated and welcomed!

Enjoy!

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“Did you sleep with him too?”

Buffy held back the smile she felt hearing his whiney question, he sounded like a disgruntled little boy. Did she sleep with Dracula? No, she didn’t. Did she come close…hell yes! Would she tell him that? Ah…no.

Standing up she walked over to him. Her eyes soaked in every feature on his handsome face, and then slowly scrutinized the entire length of his body – leisurely and deliberately - licking her lips as she did. A wave of heat coursed through her. He was still the sexiest, most attractive, most alluring man or demon she had ever come across in her life. Though he did not age, she could tell that the last few years hadn’t been easy for him. His angelic features were harder and more lifeless, undeniably less angelic now then they use to be, but for Buffy he only looked more dangerous and even more wickedly striking then before – more yummy. She took another indulgent gaze across his wide chest and down his strong thighs, her mouth watering as she did. God even his body that had at one time been an enticingly lean muscled physique was now broader and all brawn. The power and strength that she felt all around him was a rousing provocative vibe that licked her senses and awoke her passions. She wanted him – needed him – so badly that she would do anything to have him.

Like a siren she approached him. Her hands rested on a set of curvy hips that sensually swayed back and forth as she slowly glided up to him. Her tongue slipped out and licked her full bottom lip and her green eyes that were sensually smoky with passion scorched a blaze of heat down his body as she took her time scrupulously checking him out. Lust slammed inside of him so hard and with such blinding speed that he felt his knees buckle.

Sinfully she stood before him with her hands on his chest. With an erotic slowness that turned his lust to a frenzied fever, she swept those delicate yet strong hands up his shoulder and neck then slid them to the back of his head where her fingers plied the fine hair at the base with wicked delight. Her licentious attention was purposeful and direct and meant to drive him to distraction, which it would if his jealousy wasn’t as primitively aroused as his lust.

She sighed dramatically, sounding completely bored with his question. “No, Angel I didn’t sleep with Dracula.”

He studied her and she could tell that he was trying to decide whether or not to believe her. She started to walk forward, pushing him backwards until the back of his legs hit the chair. With her hand on his chest she gave a gentle shove until he sat down. Using his shoulders as leverage she straddled his waist and then sat down on his crotch, snuggling down against him until she felt the semi-hard flesh underneath her twitch. She smiled as she once more slipped her hands up his neck and through his hair.

“You don’t believe me?” She asked in a voice as sweet as honey.

He turned away from her and looked out the window, a frown on his face, a deep short grunt his only answer. Buffy sighed again; he was the most stubborn demon or man she had ever known, not to mention he had a green-eyed monster in him who was as narcissistic as his demon.

She reached out and cupped his cheek. Drawing his gaze back to hers, she gifted him with a small tender smile.

“Angel, there are a lot of things between us that we need to talk about and come to terms with but right now the best thing we can do for us is to learn to trust each other again.” Leaning in she kissed the tip of his nose. “If we have anything else between us besides love at least let it be that.”

His brown orbs softened, his fingers brushed along her cheek. Drawing her closer, he kissed her lightly on the lips then pulled away. There was no return smile of affection on his beautiful face it was just grim.

“Buffy, I’m not the same person anymore, trust…doesn’t come easily to me this days. I want nothing more than to have what we used to share before…well, before I screwed everything up, but I…I just don’t know if I can do that.” He tried to look away but she wouldn’t let him.

“Angel, do you think I don’t see the differences in you, that I don’t feel them? I do. I could always feel you baby, that has never changed. I know exactly who and what you are, and yes maybe you’ve lost hope and faith, maybe Angelus has more control over you now than he ever did before but he’s not the one in control Angel, you are. “

He turned away from her because he couldn’t look into her eyes anymore. They were too soft, too full of love and hope, devotion and loyalty to him…to them. Things he had forsaken a long time ago, emotions that he had not allowed himself to feel because it was too painful to bear their nonexistence. Now she was here warmly nestled against him, gifting him with her life and energy – her love – and he was still nothing more than a monster, even more so than he was before, and she deserved so much more than him. Especially now.

He was up to his eyeballs in evil, an evil that would stop at nothing until he was laid low. It just wasn’t right that he was here involving her, involving anyone in the crap that his life had become. Now on top of that burden he had to bear, she wanted trust which of course included honesty because those two were like peanut better and jelly, you couldn’t have one without the other. But for him trust and integrity was a lump of ambiguity that was stuck in his throat choking him. Oh, he could be honest with himself that was no problem at all. Like he knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to leave again - leave her, leave their baby – and he could honestly guarantee what the consequences of that would be - her hating him. He could also be sincerely frank by saying that when that transpired the trust she could talk so easily about now would fly right out the window.

So what was the truth? The honest to God truth was that Buffy was too blinded by hope and too ensnared by her emotions to think clearly and see things for what they really were. Sure right now everything felt great, they were here together without the fear that being together had so often elicited, but she wasn’t really here. She was in a dream world, a world where all their most cherished dreams came true – a world that he could not let himself be a part of. Someone had to be sensible around here. With Buffy in la-la-Loveland and Connor still too enthralled with his new immortal status to see that he was knee deep in the shit zone and that it was only going to get worse, it was up to him – the head of the family - to keep the reason flowing, no matter how much they would both end up hating him.

Besides all that, there was the fact that he was just not what he used to be. He didn’t need Connor tell him that, though the boy had been dead on accurate. He knew his soul was tainted after all he was the one that made it so. Yet Buffy in all of her adoring confidence thought she knew him, but did she really? Did she really understand the extent of his emotions, the one’s that were bubbling with jealousy and rage, emotions that wanted to punish and hurt? Did she understand those? No, she didn’t…but she should.

He looked back at her, his eyes hard as he gazed into hers. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

He snorted, “If you knew what I was thinking right now you wouldn’t be.”

“Yeah, so tell me…what are you thinking?”

He looked at her deeply, searching her face for any sign of deceit, some sort of flicker of acknowledgment in those bright green eyes that looked back at him so damn trustingly.

“I’m thinking that you’re lying. That you don’t want to tell me the truth because you know how I’ll react, so instead you go with the ‘what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him’ route.”

There was no flinch, no slight blush of truth on her face she just looked back at him stonily with that same damn look of utter faithfulness. He turned away again. He couldn’t do this. She was asking him for something he didn’t know if he could give.

Watching him turn away broke her heart but she knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He thought she didn’t understand but she understood everything.

She knew the moment he had come back to the house. She had been so excited that he was actually there that she jumped out of bed, thrown on her robe and ran down the stairs to see him. But the moment her feet touched he steps she was hit with violent cramps and with every slow and bewildered step she took her evilly vamp senses grew stronger. When she reached the hallway to the kitchen she stood outside the door with her back up against the wall, her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, as she realized that she was getting those vibes from him.

His beautiful soul that had always felt like a beacon of openness and love now felt hollow and bleak. Restlessness, anger, and despondency were the emotions he now wore candidly. The evil that lived inside of him was never more conspicuous as now and there was no doubt that if provoked that evil would take control so fast that you wouldn’t know what hit you. She had never felt such sinister menace and unstableness in him – ever, and that left her feeling more frightened than anything. It also made her that much more determined.

He’d lost so much in the big battle. He had sacrificed so much for everyone else and gotten nothing in return, and that she understood unlike anything else. That was her truth as much as it was his, and until Connor came here, she had been just like him. But he was here now, even though he thought he shouldn’t be. She was touching him. She could feel him everywhere around her and what she felt was the soul reaching out for what it knew he needed…love and hope.

Her love needed something to fight for. He’d lost that and she was going to make sure that he got it back because she was not going to lose him again.

His body tensed as he tried to get up, “Just forget it Buffy, I can’t do this.”

She held her ground, squeezing his legs and pushing down against him. “No. You’re not running away from me Angel,” her determined little hand pushed him back against the chair. “Listen, I know that right now it’s hard for you to trust me but I’m going to make you see that you can. “

He was looking out the window once more the frown on his face was heavy with doubt, his mouth a thin line of stubbornness, and she wondered how much of the conversation he had heard.

“Did you hear what I told Connor?” She asked quietly and slowly but the reaction she felt was instantaneous – anger – resentment, it was all bubbling underneath her violently.

He didn’t speak he just nodded his head, his brown troubled eyes still gazing out the window like he couldn’t look at her. She swallowed back the sob that would have fallen from her lips but she couldn’t stop her voice from hitching as she spoke. “Do you hate me so much that you can’t even look at me anymore?”

“I don’t…hate you,” he answered stiffly, still refusing to look at her.

“Then what is it Angel eh? Tell me? Talk to me?” She pleaded with him, desperately trying to draw him out of the blackened shadows he’d been living in. “Do you think I wanted it? Is that it? Do you think I asked for it?”

His deep gaze finally turned back to her, spearing her with his thoughts – he blamed her. “I think that a vampire slayer could have stopped a vamp from biting her, if she wanted too.”

He turned away once more but Buffy grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her again as she stayed on the bandwagon of truth, even if it got her bitched slapped across the room. “You’re right, I could have stopped it and I didn’t.” His eyes flared with fury and he yanked his chin out of her grasp as he peered out the window again. “But I did not seek it out. I did not want it…it just happened.”

His gaze swung back to hers so swiftly, so hard that she flinched from the violence that was staring back at her. His heavy hand furiously gripped her hair as he yanked her head closer to his. She gasped but kept silent as malevolence snarled in her face.

“BULLSHIT! You and I both know that if you wanted to you could have stopped him and by your own admission you didn’t. So don’t fucking talk to me about trust and then fucking lie to my face!” He sneered.

Just like that, the soul was pushed aside and she was left facing a very irate and unstable demon. She knew that would be the case yet seeing the lightning fast change was still a bit disturbing. She swallowed as she suddenly got a case of nerves that violently rolled and pitched her stomach around like a roller coaster, but she held his gaze – she did not waver from those burning yellow eyes. She would not show fear. She’d been a slayer long enough and knew Angelus well enough to know that her position in this conversation had just changed from aggressor to subservient.

Angel knew he was right, he could read it in her eyes and in the nervous energy of her body. “I know you wanted it, say it…TELL ME!”

Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought back to the time in her life. “I…thought I did. I was so restless back then Angel. I felt a darkness inside of me and I…I wanted it. I wanted to explore it. He…he seemed to understand what I was going through. He seemed to…care about me, and I was lonely…I…”

“Jesus you’re not going to blame this on me too are you?”

Her own anger got riled with his words and she reached up and grabbed his wrist trying to pull him off of her but it was useless. “NO Angel I’m not blaming you! But damn it, I missed you! I missed what we had.”

“And you thought that he could give it to you?”

“YES!” She shouted at him.

His fist tightened in her locks, pulling on her scalp. “Did he? Did he give you what you needed Buffy?” He quietly – dangerously - asked.

The sharp pain in her scalp only allowed her a small ‘no’ after the hiss that left her lips.

Growling with pure vehemence he yanked her head to the left and then bent down into her neck and over his mark, he blew on it then arrogantly smirked when he felt her instantaneous shiver. “That’s because he can’t Buff.”

Buffy was momentarily dazed by the immediate arousal that slammed into her the second his breath touched the mark. The body beneath hers was strung taut with fury, his cock was hard with violent jealous lust thumping wildly underneath her, and the hand on her waist dug into her skin with an unrelenting grip. Never before – not even with him – had she felt such burning uncontrollable need. It was…rapturously blissful, it’s savageness almost painful, and she loved every fucking minute of it - craved it. This was what she had been missing all these years, this need that was so strong and so insistent that she felt like she would die if she didn’t get it. Her hands gripped his arms, hers fingers flexed into his muscles as bolts of sexual heat shot through her without mercy, without any warnings or restrictions.

Angel sniffed then growled, sniffed again and snarled louder – the sweet arousal that seeped out of his mark and saturated his nostrils sparked his primal duty to appease his mate’s lust. The demanding need that he could not ignore also made him realize that he had been yelling at her for something she had no control over.

He marked her, gave her body the knowledge that it belonged to him, that he was the only one that could give it the ultimate gratification, and then he left her – high and dry – without a word. They never talked about what happened. He never explained to her the true meaning of a vampire’s kiss. As time went by and he wasn’t there, her body had sought another means to get what it needed. How could he fault her for that? He couldn’t but he still could not repress his anger with the situation although now it was more or less directed at himself and not her. Still, he had to know.

“Did you…like it?” He asked gratingly.

Unable to stop the voracious lust that held her captive in its binding spell of need, Buffy shook her head as she pushed down against his crotch. Feeling every hard ripple of him under their clothes drew a low steady moan from her throat. Slowly she began to rotate her hips as she held his gaze. She was rewarded by the heat that entered his eyes and by the thump of her tormentor jumping to life, steadily growing beneath her and pushing against her aching core. Her breath hitched.

“No. It hurt…it felt…wrong.”

Her hips were still moving, wiggling against him making him mad with lust as her words soothed the demon’s anger.

“It wasn’t you Angel. He couldn’t make me feel what you did.” She huskily admitted.

“And how was that?” He lifted his hips just a bit, pressing against her as she pressed down against him.

She moaned, it was low and raspy – pure sex - and his eyes darkened further as she gave him her answer.

“Complete.”

Her eyes closed as she rotated against the hardness beneath her. God, she just wanted to be naked, touching him skin to skin, heat to heat. The thought made her drunk with desire. Her passion eclipsed anything else and the need to feed it became unbearable.

She reached down and took his hand in hers then placed it over her left breast.

“When you drank from me it felt like I was becoming yours, like I was a part of you. God Angel, it was so…wonderful, so good.”

With her hand on his they kneaded her breast together, her hips rolled faster against his straining cock, her voice was hoarse and broken…carnality seeped out of every pore of her body and sent shock waves into his. She was so zealously needy for him that he could feel the demon’s chest puffing with smugness. The rage was still there but it was muted by the heady knowledge that right now she was at his mercy.

“Because you did Buffy, it’s called a Vampire’s Kiss. It means you’re mine that you are inside of me,” he roughly whispered.

Releasing her head, he gentled his touch and trailed his finger down her neck and to his mark. Softly he touched it, circling it with the tip of his fingernail. Buffy’s response was immediate and beautifully uncontrived. The moan that came off of her supple lips was erotically beseeching; her hand on top of his squeezed harder as she thrust her breast out further into his palm. Watching her reactions, smelling her arousal, feeling her body’s emergent need was something he had only been able to dream about before. It had always been incredibly arousing but the reality of having her right where she was and experiencing her passion for real made him feel invincible…powerful…like a God. It also made him realize what an idiot he’d been.

“I never should’ve done it.” He quietly said, his eyes transfixed on the faded mark

The subdued words and self reproachful tone hit her like a hard fist. Buffy pulled back and looked at him, her smoky passion filled eyes were wide and her heart stumbled over the lance of pain that speared it with his words.

“How can you say that?”

“Because Buffy you were human. You were seventeen for God’s sake. I had no business tying you to me like that. It was wrong.”

His eyes were full of guilt and it totally pissed her off. She frantically shook her head back and forth. “No you weren’t thinking clearly Angel, you were sick. I was the one that made you drink.”

He shook his own head sadly, “No I knew what I was doing Buffy. Angelus knew.” Seeing the sadness in her eyes made him angry and he sat back against the chair, his eyes closing as he tried to collect his thoughts. “It wasn’t right. I bound you to me and then I left you. That was…cruel. I knew I was going to leave even before it happened and I still did it. It wasn’t fair to you, I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

His eyes were still closed as he wallowed away in full blown brood mode so he didn’t see the small little palm that was heading his way, but he felt it’s hard pissed off sting to his left cheek when it landed. His eyes snapped open and stared back at her fierce face in complete bewilderment.

“Don’t you dare sit there and tell me you’re sorry you bastard! Don’t apologize for giving me something that I have ALWAYS cherished more than anything else in this God damn world! Just because you are unhappy with the results does not make it a mistake.” Her hand thumped him hard on the chest and her head infuriatingly shook back and forth as she continued to rant at him. “Damn it Angel, that was the most beautiful experience I ever had in my life and you’re turning it around and making it sound twisted! I can’t believe…”

Angel was blown away by her reaction. Obviously she did not feel the way he felt about it. She was ranting on and on about what an idiot he was, how his words now hurt her more than anything else he had ever done, all the while her face was growing red with her anger and her hand was pounding him in the chest. He smiled. He always thought that she resented the fact that he marked her but apparently not, and that truth was one that he really needed to hear.

He grabbed her hands with one hand as his other cupped her cheek. He leaned up and kissed her yapping mouth solidly on the lips. He took her by surprise and she gasped then she moaned low in her throat as his tongue caressed hers. After a few succulent moments he pulled back leaving her breathless.

“Buffy…” He whispered her name in reverence. “You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me.” He smiled then he kissed her again and this time it was passionate and hot. His mouth covered hers with absolution and love.

When he pulled back his eyes were once more dark with unfathomable desire, wickedly promising and stout with conviction. His hand – now sure with confident strokes - caressed her belly then slid to her back. His fingers skimmed her spine up and down then settled in the center as he drew her further against him.

Moving her own hand to the back of his head Buffy groaned from the buttons on his shirt that skimmed over her distended nipples, sending tremors down her spine, the sultry sounds she made only deepened with want as she felt his cool rough tongue lick the mark, circling it ever so gently. It was the barest of touches but for Buffy it carried more weight then being hit by one pissed off troll, which she could attest too personally. Her left hand flexed against his scalp as her right hand caressed his silk covered back as she showed her appreciation with more husky words of pleasure.

“God Angel, that feels so good…so…right…”

Angel grunted, his fingers flexing into her back, he nipped at the mark and she shivered, then he flattened his tongue and pressed against it, her body rumbled against his and his cock swelled, painfully and impatiently pressing against his pants. On a ragged breath he leaned up and pulled her earlobe into his mouth sucking on it with gentle pulls of his lips and creating the most delicious shivers in Buffy who just melted against him like butter.

“Do you know how much that day haunted me Buffy? Do you know how hard it was to be around you after that? I would look at you and all I wanted was to taste you again.” He raggedly whispered in her ear right before he thrust his tongue inside and swirled it around, his hot breath blowing at the same time.

Buffy couldn’t take it she was a muddle of frenzied sexually induced nerves that were making her crazy. She gripped his hair and pulled his head back so she could look at him and when she did, the desire that Angel saw in those orbs made his balls tighten and when she spoke, her voice was so sexy, so damn harried with hunger, that he almost spilled his load right then.

“Taste me Angel…please…taste me again…I want you so badly…I need it…”

He breathed in and the sweet smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and shook him to his core. God, she was so ready for him, it would be so easy to slip inside of her right now – well if they were naked at least, which would get rectified any minute now - but he had the perverse need to prolong it…stretch out the craving. Make her so hot, so wet that when he finally did sink inside of her it would be like rolling his dick in a vat of honey.

“Jesus Buffy, do you have any idea how much I love to hear you say that? How achingly hard it gets me to know that you liked it?”

Buffy purred, her entire body was pulsating and throbbing with need, every part of her was rotating, pressing, and gyrating against his. She couldn’t believe he was here. For so long she’d wanted this…needed it to so badly, she couldn’t stop touching him, couldn’t stop feeling him as much and as deep as she could. “Like it? Angel I need it…so badly…please…take me Angel…make me yours again!”

The begging words and the sensual raspy voice that spoke them would have been an instant erection for Angel if he hadn’t already been stiff as a board. “Buffy…”

Her name off his lips was poetry to Buffy. She was on fire, ready to explode. The feeling of his stiff, cloth-covered cock teasing her aching core was torture and the memories of that day and the mind blowing pleasure she felt only titillated her further.

She was burning…scorched by cravings and unimaginable needs that were as dark and delicious as her most fevered fantasy.

Crazed with yearning she leaned away from him, her hands shook with madcap urgency as she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, dropping it behind the chair. Cool air hit her hot aching breasts and she gasped as tiny goosebumps grew on her arms only to quickly disappear as the breath of her lover blew on her flesh.

“Buffy…so beautiful…”

Angel exhaled, it was slow and unstable, his dark eyes feasted on the fleshy mounds she revealed to him and the rigid nipples that sat atop them. His mouth watered and he didn’t even bother denying himself the pleasure of taking them. With his hands on her back he tugged her closer to him and then took one nipple with his lips sucking on it gently at first then pulling it deep into his mouth, nipping and then licking it.

Buffy gasped, her hands threaded through his hair holding him against her, her little body restlessly moving against his aching shaft.

“Angel, I can’t believe you’re here…I can’t believe I’m touching you…I’ve wanted you, missed you for so long…it’s so hard to believe. Please tell me you’re not a dream, that you’re real.”

He pulled back, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. He looked up into her beautiful green eyes that were so full of love and desperation that his throat constricted as his heart swelled with so many emotions at once that it was hard to decipher them all. “It’s not a dream Buffy…I’m here, you’re here…it’s all real baby…all so amazingly real.”

She tilted her head to the side and his eyes went back to his mark without thought. Excitement catapulted him into a zone of primordial need, take…own…NOW! The demon came to the forefront growling hungrily, once more he seized her hair and yanked her head further to the side as he leaned in and grazed one fang over his mark.

Buffy’s sucked in a breath from the scrape to her skin, her eyes were wild with anticipation and her chest heaved with excitement, her candid reaction was pure stimulus.

“Do it Angel…bite me…please Angel make me feel whole again…don’t make me wait any longer…DO IT!”

Angel possessively held her against him. He heard nothing but the hard demands of his mate for his kiss and the pounding of rushing blood in her veins. The combination was inconceivable. There was nothing that haunted him more then the taste of her. For years he re-lived that moment over and over again. It was his wet dream, the memory of her lithe body pressed up against his, the taste of her arousal in her blood, and the hot wet pussy he had felt even through the leather of the pants she had been wearing. It was the most profound sexual stimulation he had ever felt in his life. They had both come that day but they had been unable to share the experience the way lovers should, but not today…today he was going to feel it all…today, he was going to brand her as his once more and then no one, not man or demon would ever touch her again.

“You want to feel that way again Buff?”

She nodded, whimpering and enticingly thrusting her breasts toward him again.

“Stand up.” His voice was rough and left no room for arguments.

She stood up, standing in between his knees, watching him, waiting attentively for his next command all the while she felt like she was going to burst with the raw excitement that was coursing through her.

“I want you naked so I can feel you come this time when I drink from you. Take your clothes off.”

The order - and there was no mistake about it, that was exactly what it was – shot to her core. She was pulsing with life, dripping wet for him…for this…dominance. She did what he said, keeping her heavy eyes on his, she unbuttoned her jeans and then pulled them down her legs, taking her panties with them. She stepped out of them and then pushed them back with her foot.

She stood naked before him and his eyes blackened with lust. God, was she always this stunning? Her body was forever etched in his mind, every curve and every angle, yet for some reason looking at her now felt like the first time. Her breasts were high and firm, her belly flat and tight, her hips curved down to the perfect set of feminine muscled thighs, strong thighs that could easily squeeze the breath right out of him. His eyes finally rested on the junction between her legs. Reaching out he touched her right below her belly button and then slid his finger down over the neat patch of shaven hair before settling against moist hot flesh. A growl spilled from his lips; it had been too long since he had her unique flavor on his tongue.

“I love your pussy Buffy it’s so hot and slick, tastes so exquisite.” He shuddered uncontrollably, “it’s been too long since I could taste your flesh, feel your come slide down my throat but I remember it as if it were yesterday. Do you remember Buffy? Do you remember the feeling of my tongue licking you clean, of my mouth bringing you pleasure?”

Buffy had been whimpering like a needy babe the moment those heated eyes of his started their indolent perusal down her body. Remembered? How could she forget?

“I remember everything Angel. Every touch, every lick, every kiss...everything.”

Another deep grunt was the only response he gave, but she read the contentment in his eyes from her words and knowing that she pleased him only stimulated her more.

When he spoke his next words she could feel her enthusiasm seeping out of her and touching her thighs, she shifted and her slippery skin moved effortlessly against each other.

“Come here and sit back down.”

With raging anticipation she placed her hands on his shoulders and then straddled him again. When she sat down, his pants that were stretched taut against his cock, touched her throbbing clit, the rough sensation sent a violent shiver throughout her, wreaking extreme havoc to her already hypersensitive nerves.

He shifted slightly and sat up straighter in the chair, shifting his legs so she sat across them, then he spread them apart. With her legs on the outside of his she had no choice but to move with him. The result left her wide open to him and Angel purred contently as he reached out and touched a breast, just the tip of his finger on the very tip of her rigid nipple. Her head lolled to the side, her face awash with the pleasure that slight touch gave her. It was beautiful but there was so much more to see, so much more to explore and he didn’t waste anymore time. He raked that finger slowly down her belly and around her back and over her ass, and then finally to where she needed him most…in between her legs.

“God Angel, don’t tease me…please…kiss me…”

Smirking with wicked evilness, he slid his finger across wet hot lips, once, twice, three times, before plunging inside of her heat.

“I can’t be rushed Buffy, I’ve waited too many long and lonely years to have you before me like this…hot and dripping with need…begging me to bite you. Jesus, it’s so fucking good…my beautiful wet dream wiggling on my cock…coating me with your desire…” He shuddered against her as he kept sinking his finger into her core with silky velvety ease. “You like this, don’t you…me touching you, my fingers inside you.”

“Yesss Angel…I’ve missed your touch so much…”

Her raspy voice was as provocative as her sweet cunt that flexed and pulsed around his finger. It was so entrancing that it burned all articulate thoughts out of his mind and left frantic babbling in its place.

“Oh God baby…I love you riding me…you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides so easily inside of you. So beautifully perfect Buffy.”

She arched into him, her hips pressing downward taking more of that finger inside of her but it wasn’t enough.

“Yes…more…Angel…please…”

Groaning as stridently as her plea was, he complied and sank two more inside of her. Stilling his finger, he curled the tip of his index finger up and lightly grazed her g-spot but then he pulled back. All the while watching her face and eating up the pleasure that contorted it with unsurpassed beauty.

Buffy whimpered at the loss, knowing that release awaited her just beyond the horizon, and that she was not getting it. It was the demon’s way of punishing her. He was showing her that he was the one that had total control over her body, not her. That he and he alone could give her pleasure or take it away. It was the cruelest form of torment he could ever inflict on her frazzled nerves but there was a light at the end of that anguishing tunnel. Buffy knew that to get what she wanted she had to give him what he wanted…submissiveness.

“Please Angel…I want to come…I want to come for you baby…please…”

Her sweet begging coaxed the demon’s pride and made him want to suck her till she was barely breathing. His reaction was a pure sadistic need and take response without any regrets. Its savageness was startling and he welcomed it without question. At one time this fierce aggression would have scared him, made him run away from her but he wasn’t running anymore. He was taking.

The hand in her hair tightened and the face of the demon loomed before her. “You’re not coming yet Buff not until my fangs are in your throat so I can feel your body squeezing my fingers as you come.”

She moaned again from his words, her body aching and desperate for anything he had to give her, she just needed him, needed this.

“Please Angel, do it…I need it so badly.”

He didn’t wait any longer because frankly he couldn’t. He had waited a lifetime for this moment to happen again. Before in the forest when he took her against the tree he didn’t bite her, he wanted to – God how he wanted to – but he was uncertain of what she would think. He didn’t think that way now. Hearing what Dracula did made him realize one thing. He needed to reinforce his ownership of Buffy. It was as simple as that. This wasn’t about love or tenderness. This was all about one thing…possession. Him branding her with the truth that no matter who she fucked, no matter who she might have a tender spot in her heart for didn’t matter, that was all bullshit in the scope of the things – the big fucking picture - which was that she belonged to him: irrevocably, unconditionally, and perpetually…his.

He gripped her hair and pulled her face to his, their eyes stared into each other with deep understanding. “I didn’t give you a choice before but I am now, do you want to belong to me again Buffy?”

“Yes Angel it’s all I ever wanted.” Her answer was quick and sure.

“Do you fully understand what that means?”

She nodded and he held her gaze with an intensity that held her spellbound. He wanted to be perfectly clear what that meant.

“If I reclaim you Buffy we’re going to do it right this time, which means that you will belong to me and me alone. There will be no other man, demon, or woman in this relationship. I won’t tolerate it Buffy. If you betray our bond I’ll be breaking more than just furniture. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

There was so much repressed hostility in his voice, his body so tightly coiled with tension that there was no way she could misinterpret his meaning. But still, there was something she needed to be very clear on.

Green eyes looked at back at him with their own strength and persistence. “I understand Angel as long as you understand that that goes both ways?”

His eyes gleamed with pure love and conviction. He smiled at her, his hand caressing her hair. “I would expect nothing else baby.”

She smiled back at him feeling reassured with the deep assurance and affection she saw in his eyes.

“Are you ready Buffy, are you ready to truly begin our lives together? Make no mistake this rite is as good as being married under the eyes of God. When I drink from you, you become mine as much I become yours. The rules of engagement are the same Buffy. Loyalty, love, devotion, protection this is what it’s about. They’re strong, binding, and they are not forgiving in the face of betrayal. Do you accept this? Will you be mine for… ever?”

The look she gave him was pure adoration and acceptance, and she spoke the words that she had always wanted to say to him. “I do.”

They shared a tender kiss that beguiled the brutally coarse emotions they were really feeling. When Buffy pulled away her smile was radiant as she drew his head down to the crook of her neck. “Do it Angel, possess me…please.”

Snuggled into her neck, Angel’s tongue came out and stroked his mark. Buffy shuddered, she moaned hungrily; her fists in his hair clenched and pushed him on. His fingers thrust inside of her at the same time his fangs sunk into her flesh. Ravenously Angel drank as his fingers pistonned in and then out of her tight sheath. She was wild against him, her body moving with the rhythm his fingers kept, pushing down when he thrust up, all the while his mouth claimed her.

“YES ANGEL!! YES!!!!”

Buffy screamed as her body began to convulse around him. Coming harder then she ever had before.

Angel answered with a thunderous groan. God, she tasted so good…so pure was her love and ecstasy, it smoothly slid down his throat coating his soul with her acceptance of the bond. His fingers were dripping wet with her juices that endlessly seeped out of her beautiful body. Effortlessly he drove them in and out of her generous heat as he drank his mind and body into an addictive haze of incredible tastes and textures. It was truly divine but it wasn’t enough.

He tore his mouth from her neck and then pulled his fingers out of her heat. He stood up, her legs wrapped around his waist as his long strides carried them to the bed.

Buffy was in a daze, her body still in shock from the infinite and intense emotions that consumed her but there was a deep contented smile on her face. Finally after so many years she felt whole – complete, and it was all because of him.

Her body was lax as Angel unwound her legs from his waist. When her feet touched the floor he gripped her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her down toward the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

His rough command was obediently met.

On her hands and knees Buffy faced the wall, rough calloused palms slapped the soft globes of her ass with vigor and then one hand slid up and gripped her waist. She heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped, the swoosh of pants sliding down skin, and then she gasped with excited need as hot turgid flesh intimately pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

He was rough and aggressive. His pants were ragged as he slid his cock between her cheeks then slipped it in between her legs and nestled between her inflamed lips. Leaning down he licked her back, one long wet lick that ended at the rim of her ear and his cardinal voice singing to her ardor.

“Buffy…I have to fuck you…I can’t be gentle. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

He didn’t give her anytime to answer as his cock slammed inside of her in one long hard thrust.

Buffy shouted with elation, her body immediately opening to his intrusion, flexing and accommodating his huge size with such ease that Angel’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“You were made for me Buff, just for me.”

He hissed with the brutal pleasure he felt at taking her this way. It was so primal, so possessing that the act was significant with its conviction.

“Jesus Buffy, you’re so fucking creamy…I love how my cock slips right inside of you.”

He groaned as she flexed her muscles and squeezed him, moaning loudly, holding him in place.

“It’s all for you Angel! Please take more, drink more…fuck me harder!”

She demanded and they were demands he was ready and willing to oblige. He gripped her head to the side once more and sank his fangs in her throat slurping like an animal, his hips working feverishly, fucking her with no restraints.

He took her with solid elongated drives, each one shattering Buffy’s soul and rewarding her heart with the love and devotion she felt from each stroke. There was nothing to hide here, in this moment of intimate connection. They were the only things that existed, their passion the only thing that they felt. As the bed rattled from his powerful unrelenting propulsions into her tight wet passage, the headboard slammed against the wall, hard and heavy…loudly, but they didn’t hear it. Flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and moans and bellows of pleasure were the only sounds they heard.

Feeling the immense pressure building in his balls, Angel grabbed a breast, pulled away from her neck and whispered urgent commands in her ear. “Come for me Buffy, I want to taste your orgasm running down my throat.”

He pinched her nipple and drove into her hard and steady, hitting her g-spot. Buffy screamed his name just as he sank his fangs once more in her throat on a low guttural ’yes’.

Buffy was shaking violently, her body pulsating with each ripple that soared through her with pure unadulterated pleasure. She pushed back against him and then rotated her hips riding out the wave as much as she could. Angel groaned around her neck, still drinking from her body and tasting her climax, feeling the intoxicating pleasure of her vaginal walls pulsating and squeezing his cock. He gripped her waist, pulled out and then slammed inside of her one last time, spilling his seed, and coming so hard that he tore away from her neck with a deafening bellow of satisfaction that blended into Buffy’s piercing screech of pain.

When the shockingly intense orgasm receded, Buffy’s limp body could no longer hold her up. Her knees and elbows buckled and she dropped to the bed like a lump. Purring and mewling with the celestial sensations that were licking at her core and frizzling her nerves.

Angel still enjoying his fierce release fell on top of her, his own legs feeling more like jelly then muscle and bone. When sanity returned he looked down at her neck. He was disturbed to see that it was savagely torn. Blood was profusely flowing and he cursed at the shameful mark he made. Christ, what was he a fucking amateur?

He leaned over and licked the bite mark, trying to sooth the red irritated skin and seal the wound. He was mad with the messy act but that still didn’t abate the amount of male satisfaction he felt at the deed. His mating scent was all over her. No one could say that she didn’t belong to him anymore. Still, he had lost control and he didn’t like to lose control. But then he heard the soft contented purrs from the woman underneath him, clearly she didn’t seem to mind the brutality of his reclaiming.

Buffy’s hand came up and flitted through his hair, she hummed comfortingly as she wiggled underneath him almost as if she sensed his inner turmoil.

“Mmm…don’t worry baby, I heal very fast these days.”

Buffy was feeling so good that she didn’t care that that was still a sore spot for Angel, and she chuckled.

He scowled. “Don’t remind me.”

He rolled off of her and landed on his back. Throwing his arm over his eyes he took deep unneeded breaths enjoying the astounding climactic tremors that were pounding inside of him like an erotic sledge hammer, powerful and completely uninhibited and infinitely endless, he could never get enough of it – never get enough of her. She was the only lover he’d ever felt such innate and everlasting need that was never sated. Did she know just how much power she had over him? Did she know that he would do anything, kill anyone, to keep feeling this way – so complete?

Sighing with deep contentment Buffy sat up and looked at her mate. A broad smile graced her face. He was hers now truly and irrevocably hers. For one second she was envious of him, that she could not brand his body the way he had hers but it quickly passed. She felt too complete, too damn good, to ponder anything that would upset her sublime state. A state that as she continued to look at his beautiful nude body quickly turned back to rising need.

Scooting to the edge of the bed she lifted his leg up and proceeded to take his boots off. Her lust for him was insatiable, it was exciting and feverish and she did not need to question its persistent return. She’d waited to long to have him again and she would take him, again and again, until she made up for everything that she had missed.

He was very quiet, unnervingly so, and she snuck a peak at him from under her lashes as she continued to undress him. “You okay baby?”

He grunted and she smiled, that seemed to be his favorite mode of answering these days. She got his boots off and then stood up and pulled his pants off his legs carelessly dropping them on the floor. Satisfied with his nude state she jumped back on the bed and laid down with her head on the pillow, with arms outstretched she called for him. “Angel, come here.”

Angel turned over to his side and gazed up at her. God she was so beautiful, her face was flushed, hell her entire body was a beautiful pink color of contentment and his heart swelled with love and pride that he could make her look so stunningly gorgeous.

He moved up the bed and hovered over her for a second as he kissed her mouth and then nibbled the corners with tenderness. Then he settled down and rested his head on her breasts, one arm thrown over her belly as his fingers slowly circled her tummy.

“I love you so much Buffy.”

His voice was low and thoughtful, she smiled, her eyes watering from the emotion she heard in his voice. “I love you too Angel. I never stopped loving you. You know that right?”

Did he? He wanted to but it was so hard. How could she love him after everything he did to her, all the pain that he caused her? How could she feel anything more for him besides revulsion?

Buffy frowned, silent brooding would not do. She refused to let him backtrack into that lonely existence any more. If this was a marriage then he needed to step up and be a part of it.

“Angel?”

“Why?” he softly asked.

Buffy’s heart cracked open. “Why?” She reached down and gently tugged on his hair. He looked up at her, resting his chin on her chest, she caressed his head, her voice was low and soft…tender and true. “Because whether you want to believe it or not Angel, you are good person. You’re kind, compassionate, strong and honest, you’ve always seen me for who I am and you put me in my place when I need it. And because, you love me with everything that’s inside of you no matter how much of a bitch I am, and we both know that I can be very, very bitchy.”

He smiled at her then once more rested his cheek against her breasts. His fingers stroked her belly and he stayed silent for a moment as thoughts and feelings that he hadn’t thought of in so long entered his mind.

“I was never there for you. I’ve done nothing but cause you pain. I’ve acted like a jealous ass every time you tried to move on. Considering the bullshit I’ve put you through, you shouldn’t love me.”

Her hand stroked his head absently as she thought about what he said.

“Angel, I don’t exactly remember being the loving and attentive mate either you know. We’ve both made mistakes and we’ve both hurt each other, but you know I don’t think that’s abnormal. I mean isn’t that the normal thing in a relationship? Up’s and downs? Love and lust, those things come naturally, but some times the hardest thing to do is to communicate and neither one of us has ever been good at that, at least when it comes to things that were important.”

Her words held truth to him and he smiled. “So what you’re saying is that we’re just your ordinary old married couple?”

Buffy chuckled, feeling his grin against her skin. “Yup, I’m just your ole’ ball and chain, and you are my crabby old man.”

He hugged her tightly softly laughing at her comment. His fingers still lingered on her belly slowly stroking it…he just couldn’t look away from it. His smile faded.

It was so hard for him to believe that his child was inside there. Besides Buffy, the one thing he wanted most in this world was to have children with the woman that he loved. Now that was going to happen and a piece of him was terrified to believe it. He was deathly afraid to be given such a gift because the fear that it would be taken away was too hard to even contemplate.

Before in the woods, he wanted to talk to her about the day that never was but she didn’t want to. She said she wasn’t ready. Angel got that because there were plenty of things he wasn’t ready to talk about yet either so he didn’t press her. He knew she was mad at him for not telling her about it and he needed to give his reasons why he did what he did but for now he would let it pass, but not for long. He didn’t think it hit her yet, that she was pregnant, but Angel knew he sensed the little soul inside of her as if the baby was lying next to him on the bed, but soon she would too.

His fingers spanned her stomach, his ear was pressed up against the soft skin…soon…soon her belly would become swollen and she would look even more beautiful carrying his child. God, the thought was exciting and scared the shit out of him. But he cursed the terror that wanted to stop him from reaching out and grabbing a hold of his future, and instead pushed it down. He would not let fear control his life anymore. He would not let his stupidity stand in the way of collecting his due, of getting what he deserved…a life with Buffy and his children.

The quiet of the room and the reassuring sensation of her chest rising and falling under his cheek covered him and he felt more at peace with his previous thoughts. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her and how just being there with her made all his senses come to life. He felt her and in feeling her, he felt himself. He was warmed and loved. It was the complete opposite of what he normally felt like these days, which was dead and cold, and it was nice. No, it was more than nice it felt like something he never thought he would feel again…hope. Buffy’s never ending faith in him and in their future was humbling to a man that had given up any thoughts of a future besides a long torturous death in hell. Yes, he felt strangely free – I could get used to this, he thought.

Serenity encircled him. It sunk into his skin and tapped into his soul. It blew reverently into his mind, clearing it like a warm hot breeze, it blew the fog away and revealed an unequivocal path to all the things he never wanted to see, or acknowledge. He had told her he couldn’t do truth any more but as he lay there he found himself speaking of truths that he never was able to admit before now.

“I’m sorry I acted the way I did…about Spike, Riley, that wasn’t fair and I’m sorry.”

“Angel, you don’t have to apologize, I understand how you feel.” She thought of her bedroom and the shattered bed that was littered across the room. Her eyes scanned the guest room that they were currently in and she smiled, settling deeper into the soft thick mattress. “Of course my poor bed doesn’t but I do” She leaned down and kissed his head. Leaning back once more, her eyes became far off and sorrowful. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

After a wet open mouth kiss to her belly, he responded. “Don’t be sorry you did nothing wrong. You were only living your life doing what you had to do, and I understand that. I’m not jealous because you slept with them. I mean I hate it, no…hate isn’t strong enough, actually I don’t think there’s a word in the dictionary that really describes just how much it…upsets me.” Buffy smiled. “It’s just…” he heaved a deep troubled breath, “…I’m jealous because I feel like I missed out on your life. I was your first, I should have been your last, and I wasn’t and that…bothers me.”

Buffy was taken by surprise with his revelation. Inside she was bursting with love and tenderness for him. “Oh baby, you have the sweetest soul. You shouldn’t let that bother you Angel. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Feeling his body stiffen, she guessed that wasn’t the right thing to say. When he sat up and looked at her the fierce indignant light in his eyes confirmed it.

“Doesn’t mean anything? Buffy, to a male vampire there is nothing more important then introducing your virgin mate to sex.”

“So you’re just pissed that you missed out on…training me, and not that I had sex with other people.”

She teased him, he scowled…heavily

“No…” His teeth grinded together, “I don’t like to share…at all. But I’m not that much of a dick Buffy. I know that I told you to move on and live your life and I know that was just what you were doing. I don’t like the fact that you choose Spike but I can’t condemn you for it.”

“You don’t mention Riley?” She questioned cautiously.

He snorted disdainfully and then haughtily flipped his head as he looked back down at her belly watching his finger circle her belly button.

“Riley, doesn’t count. He’s human.”

Buffy couldn’t help but chuckle. ”So humans don’t count when it comes to sexual education ah? Gees, Angel I never figured you for a species snob.”

He glanced up at her, a smirk on his lips. “Funny.” He shrugged then became serious once again. “I’m not being a snob, it’s just a fact. Vampires are more sexually driven then humans. Humans are repressed. It’s all those years of being told what’s right and what’s wrong that has fucked up their ideas about sex. Vampires don’t have those issues. We’re carnal creatures. We feed on lust and passion just as we feed on blood. It’s what the body needs so, we feed it.”

“So what you’re saying is that Riley, being a human, had nothing to teach me sexually so my history with him is just mud stuck in the soles of your boots – an annoyance that you can just pick off with the tip of your knife, whereas my history with Spike, a vampire, bothers you more.” He nodded. “You know Angel, I don’t see the difference. I mean, I get what you’re saying. Spike was definitely a more…interesting lover then Riley ever was, but to me they were still the same.”

He snorted, “Interesting lover? Buffy you don’t have to sugar coat okay, I know exactly what kind of lover Spike is.” Then on a low mumble he grudgingly added, “We’ve shared lovers before.”

Her brow quirked up at hearing that confession. “At the same time?” She asked and he nodded.

Buffy pondered that and it didn’t take long for some very graphic and extremely hot, images to come to her head which made her a bit uncomfortable. She shifted slightly on the bed, and Angel sensing her arousal, glowered.

She cleared her throat. “Well it doesn’t matter Angel. I’m not going to lie and say that Spike wasn’t a good lover because he was, but it doesn’t mean anything to me. Being with Spike or being with Riley, it was all the same. The way I felt afterwards was the same - cold and lonely. It never meant anything it was just sex.”

“Yeah to you, but to me it was Spike that you experienced things with for the first time and not me.”

Buffy smiled, she liked where this conversation was going. All things considered it had some inspiring possibilities. She touched his shoulder, sliding her hand back and forth over the tendons that were taut. She was amazed by how much bigger he was now, his body was all rock hard muscle and tight – pure yumminess.

“Like what Angel? What exactly do you think we did?”

He didn’t answer her, and she sensed that it was something he didn’t really want to talk about but felt compelled to know anyway. He struggled with that dilemma for a few more seconds until he once more shrugged a shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter. The point is that you were with him more times than you were with me. And those times that you were with him were most likely spent doing some kinky shit because I know Spike, I practically taught him everything he knows! He was just a naïve creepy little poet when Dru found him. He didn’t know anything about pleasuring a woman. It was me that taught him everything, and that fuck turned around and taught you - my mate! - everything he learned from me.”

His beleaguered tone brought a smile to her face then she gave him an answer that she hoped would lighten the mood a bit. “Well there is a twisted sense of irony to that isn’t there.”

He frowned, “I’m serious Buffy, this isn’t a joke to me” He said as she lightly chuckled at him.

But then she stopped laughing and looked at him seriously. “You’re right Angel, I’m sorry. But look there was really nothing that kinky that we did together. Okay, so he tied me up a little bit but that was it.”

He grumbled, “That’s enough.”

God he sounded so unhappy and miserable. Buffy never imagined that this was his main problem. She always thought it was just that he didn’t like to share. Discovering that it was because he felt like he got robbed of her education was surprising. Still, she couldn’t get those images out of her mind and she couldn’t help but wonder if ‘sharing’ her was something that he might actually enjoy and consider well if it were on his terms at least. Though she wasn’t really interested in throwing someone else into the mix, it was an arousing question and one that would have to wait because she didn’t think now was the time to bring it up. It was a sensitive subject for him and she didn’t want to rock the boat.

At least she was being truthful. Of course Spike had wanted to do a whole lot more as far as kink went but they never did because it never felt right. Even the light bondage she did allow was uncomfortable for her. She had felt too vulnerable and she never trusted Spike. Now Angel was a completely different story. She trusted him completely and the thought of delving into kinky sex with him was an aphrodisiac all on it’s own.

With a burst of energy she pushed up and then rolled them over till he was on his back. She climbed on top of him, settling down on his lower abdomen, she stretched, raking her hands down his smooth chest watching as his eyes darkened.

“Is there something in particular you want to teach me baby? Because I’m ready to begin our lessons.”

Her voice was sweet and innocent, her lips pouty and inviting, and the damp heat that sat against his stomach was a sensual enticement he could not disregard.

The smirk on Angel’s face was wicked but there was a glimmer of skepticism in his orbs as he studied her. He was having a really hard time believing that the only kink she explored with Spike was a little bondage. He knew Spike’s taste ran more on the S/M side then light bondage. Pain was a pleasure event for Spike, inflicting it and receiving it, though Angel knew Spike geared more to the receiving end of that spectrum whereas he always preferred the dishing it out part more himself. It was a question that he knew he would always be wondering about but he wouldn’t push the issue because in this particular case being ignorant would be better for his health and Spike’s.

Inwardly he snorted, why was he so concerned about Spike anyway? There was no way that Spike compared to him when it came to sex or kinky sex for that matter. He was confident in that fact, and it wasn’t just because he’d been told that before by every woman they had shared, no it was because Buffy belonged to him.

His mark on her body was a conduit to her sexual fulfillment. With her blood inside of him he knew exactly what she needed and when she needed it. It was his responsibility as her mate to keep her sexually satisfied so she would never want nor need to stray. It was that deep connection that gave him the edge over Spike as Buffy’s lover. That was the beauty of the whole mating rite and probably why he didn’t feel that gut wrenching need to kill the other vamp anymore. Well…not too much at least.

Buffy wiggled against him, smearing that ever growing dampness onto his skin and enflaming his senses, bringing him out of his brooding and back to where they were…naked and in bed.

“Oh, there are lots of things I’m going to teach you Buffy, but not tonight.”

She pouted again and his dick swelled.

“I’m a meticulous teacher baby and my lessons require plenty of time to teach them correctly. Time we don’t have right now.”

He gripped her waist and then quickly reversed their positions. She squealed then huskily chuckled as she found herself once more on her back and her iniquitous lover hovering over her.

“Instead…”

He leaned down and licked her nipple, her hand rose and flexed against his head as he moved over to the other nipple and did the same thing.

“I’m going to use what little time we have left…”

Laving her nipple with more wet attention from his eager mouth, he bite gently down on the hard nub then ran his tongue in between them and down her belly.

“…on loving you with my mouth.”

She groaned as his tongue travelled down her pelvic bone and into her moist center where he spread her lips and lightly tapped her clit with the tip of his tongue.

“I’m going to suck…”

He sucked gently on the engorged nub then released it.

“...lick…”

His tongue licked a path down her wet slit.

“…and fuck you with my mouth until you can’t feel anything.”

His tongue plunged inside of her honey-pot, and her hips jumped off the bed, her hands ruthlessly digging into his hair urging him on.

“Angel…yes!”

She groaned low and deep in her throat. Besides his cock riding her hard, this was what she had missed the most - his mouth was next to godliness.

He pulled out then spread her lips, running his tongue up and down her cleft then once more stopping at her clit to give it a thorough strong tap, then back down to her core where he thrust inside of her again.

He repeated the process over and over again, always taking her to the top where her nerves stretched taut and her body begged for release, only to stop and then start all over again. It was immeasurable pleasure. He was giving her everything she needed and when she needed it with an undeviating knowledge that was unbelievably accurate. She didn’t think it could get any better then it already was, considering her pussy was already on the verge of deadness…but oh, how wrong she was.

He released her and then sat up and on his knees, his hands slipped under her ass and he lifted her all the way up till her pussy was right before his mouth.

“Mmm…you taste so good Buffy, so rich and creamy.”

He dove back in, eating her with harder, faster, quicker strokes of his tongue and mouth. She was so enthralled by the sensations his mouth was making that she didn’t feel his hand move until she felt an unfamiliar pressure in a spot that she had never ever felt before.

She back sharply arched off the bed, her hands slapped against the mattress as her head pressed down into the feather pillow. Her eyes were wide open and she gasped with pure shock and a little bit if pain.

“OH MY GOD ANGEL!”

He stopped what he was doing and watched her reaction as he pushed his finger further into her anus. He growled with pure contentment seeing her stunned response. This was new for her. Drawing his finger out he slipped it back up to her pussy, sinking it inside her heat coating it with her juices then pulling it out and sliding it back to her anus where he pushed it easily inside.

“Is this the first time you’ve had something up your ass Buff?”

Her body was strung tight, shaking; her eyes were closed tightly as she felt sensation after heady pressurized sensation rock through her. ‘Yes.”

“Are you telling me that Spike never fucked this tight little ass?” He growled with the rising fury he felt from that unpleasant thought. “You better not lie to me Buffy?”

Her eyes popped open and she looked at him, shaking her head, her hands fisted into the sheets, she felt like she was going to snap. ”No…I swear Angel never…”

His finger suddenly pressed against the left side of the tight passage it was in, spreading her wider and making room for finger number two which shot the upper half of her body clear off the bed.

“HOLY SHIT…he…he wanted too…but I wouldn’t let him Angel…I only…want you there…only you…”

Her head was thrashing wildly against the pillows it once more rested against as Angel fucked her with slow and languid strokes of his fingers, purring contently with her answer.

“Good, now I know where to begin with our first lesson. Mmm…Buff you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel your ass clenching around my dick.”

“OH GOD!!!!!!!”

She screamed with anticipation, his raunchy words taking her arousal up and over the top. And when he went back to work fucking her with lips and tongue, as his fingers mimicked his actions in her ass, she knew she was going to explode. She felt it rising and pulling at her sanity and she decided to take her release into her own hands and waylay anymore teasing he might have planned for her.

“Please Angel, let me come…oh God, pleaseeeeeeeeee…”

He pressed his fingers all the way in her ass and wiggled them as he sucked on her clit with long hard pulls.

“OH GOD! YES BABY…DON’T STOP!”

Angel groaned, his cock was painfully hard but he held back the need for his own release. And when she finally came, her body violently quaking with her climax, he sat up, re-adjusted their positions and then plunged his cock inside her.

One, two, three powerfully long and painstakingly hard plunges into her quivering muscled tightness was all it took for him to find his own earth shattering release. As his body voraciously rocked into hers riding out his climax, he had one thing on his mind…it wasn’t enough…he could take her over and over again and it would never ever be enough. She was his obsession – his passion, and she would always be.

As the seconds ticked by and sanity came back to him, he looked down at her. She was limp, she had a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes were closed and her lips barely moved as she spoke.

“That was amazing Angel.” She drooled lazily, her breath coming out in short pants.

Angel’s grin was pure male arrogance.

Leaning down he kissed her nose, “that was just the beginning baby. I have so much more I want to share with you.” And he did. There were a lot of lost years of quality loving with his mate to catch up on.

He kissed her on the lips and then rolled off of her and on too his back. Needing to feel his flesh against hers, she quickly snuggled up against him and threw her leg over his, resting her cheek on his chest, she exhaled languorously.

“Mmm, well I think you’ll find that I will be a very good student.” She kissed his nipple and he chuckled, squeezing her tightly against him.

His big body jiggled with his laughter, a sound she never thought she would hear again.

Everything felt so right to Buffy, almost…perfect. Almost. Her body was finally at peace – in a slumberous state of sexual completion and numbness - yet her mind still felt restless, her heart still beating with uncertainty. This brief intimacy had been incredibly empowering and enlightening and she was thankful for it, but there were so many things that lay between them like a cesspool waiting to vent that she knew nothing was even close to being perfect. Her biggest fear, the one that made her ice cold just thinking about it, was that she would lose him again. When he talked about their bond his words had been vehemently final yet she was not a fool, she knew this complex man as well as she knew herself and what she knew was that he was going to bolt. The only thing she didn’t know was when, and what he didn’t know was that she would follow.

“Angel?”

“Mm?”

“I love being yours. Please, don’t let me go again.” She softly said.

Angel’s arms tightened around her possessively, his eyes squeezing shut with the pain and fear he heard in her voice, so like his. He bound her to him again but this time, he didn’t feel guilty about it. He gave her the choice. If she had said no, he would have stopped everything but she didn’t, she chose him. And though he knew he would be leaving again he would always return. No matter how fucked up things became, no matter how much she might grow to distrust and resent him, he would come back to her, and she with her endless affection and devotion for him, would always take him back.

“I won’t. I promise.”

He kissed the top of her head and a sad little smile crossed her lips. Those four words were a smokescreen for the truth they both knew but were not ready to discuss. With a deep sigh Buffy burrowed against him, accepting his answer and vowing to herself that no matter what she would make sure that he kept that promise.

As the silence drew out, and Buffy became immersed in the male body next to hers, she thought of everything that had happened in the last couple of days. She thought of the reason why he was here to begin with.

“Angel?”

Hearing her soft voice again made him smile. He’d forgotten what a chatterbox she could be after sex. “Yes?”

“I like Connor, a lot. He’s a good kid. He reminds me of you.”

His heart swelled with pride and love, and he kissed her head again. “Yeah, he is. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him, about Darla.”

His comments were met with an unsettling silence and he felt her pull away from him, not physically, her body was still warmly connected to his, but emotionally he felt the sudden wall that was erected around her heart. It was up to him to scale it.

“That really hurt me Angel. But…I don’t want to talk about it now, okay?” She quietly asked him and he felt her pain with the subject as if it were his own.

“Okay.” He quietly answered her.

She nodded against him, the wall temporarily fell away and he felt her relax against him as she spoke again, her voice lighter. “You know, you shouldn’t be so hard on him. He hasn’t had it easy you know and this new destiny thing has really thrown him for a loop. He needs your strength and support, not your callousness or your anger. I know things are a bit whacked right now for you but sometimes you have to put your own shit aside and think about the ones you love. He needs you Angel, don’t push him away.”

“I’m not being hard on him Buffy. He’s got a rough ride ahead of him I’m just trying to prepare him.”

“Preparing him for the future is one thing, being an asshole is something entirely different.”

He smirked; no one ever could make a point better then Buffy. “You’re right. Okay, I’ll try to remember not to be an asshole anymore.”

“Good. Now tell me about the shit you got yourself into. Tell me about the bounty.” Her voice was strong and stern, all business.

Tensing he sat up straighter, leaning against the headboard, she moved as he did, sitting up and grabbing the sheet with her, holding it up against her naked breasts and waiting for his answer, which she expected.

“Christ Buffy, can’t we take one thing at a time?” He harshly said. All he wanted was to get a few hours of sleep in and she wanted to yap about everything.

Her eyebrow perked up. “If it was anything else then I would say yes Angel we can. But not this, this is too important. This affects me, Connor, the baby, damn it Angel it affects our life together! You can’t keep this between you and Giles, I won’t let you.”

“I don’t want to talk about this Buffy.”

With no chance of sleep in sight, he got out of bed and walked over to the door. Opening it he looked down the hallway left and then right, and then grabbed the bag that was haphazardly left by Connor. Closing the door, he dropped the bag on the chair and started to pull out clothes. All traces of the tender loving man were gone and replaced by the hard controlled person he had become.

“Well I do Angel. So talk!” Buffy still sat on the bed, clutching the sheet against her bosom. Her face was sternly set. She was not going to let him push her aside anymore.

Pulling his pants on Angel threw one back at her. “Okay, you want to talk. Why don’t you tell me what’s up with Giles?”

Buffy immediately stiffened, “I don’t want to talk about Giles.”

“Oh, so when it’s something you want to talk about I have to comply, but when it’s something I want to talk about you don’t? Is that the way this relationship is going to be?” He angrily asked her.

Buffy’s face turned red. “No. Don’t be an ass Angel. This is different. Giles does not concern us. You and the shit that you’re not telling me, does!”

“Oh but you’re wrong Buffy. Giles has everything to do with us. He’s coming here whether you like or not. And he’s going to be living here, in your house, with you. So I think that he does concern us and our life.”

Buffy bolted up to her knees, her finger outstretched and pointing at him. If she were standing on the floor she’d be stomping her foot. As it was her voice shook as she yelled. “He is not staying in my house!”

Sitting on the chair Angel pulled his socks and boots on then stood up and faced her just as irritably as she was. “Yes he is!”

The doorbell suddenly chimed signifying Giles arrival.

They stared at each other defiantly. There was not one iota of tenderness, compassion or love flaring between them. Anger, stubbornness and distrust flew back and forth instead, and with a vengeance.

Sadness filled Buffy’s heart. The love they felt for each other was soul binding and forever and tonight they had made some jumps over the hurtles that were in between them but there were still too many fears and concerns that couldn’t be stripped away by just one intimate interlude. She was saddened by that but in no means was she discouraged. Now more then anything she knew what she wanted and she knew that no matter what, one way or another, she was going to get it. She was sick and fucking tired of always drawing the short straw in life and she wasn’t going to take it anymore. Her mind was made up and though those feelings were strong and undeniably what she was feeling it still didn’t lessen her own anger. Because one of her own hurtles – Giles - was a subject that she was not interested in talking about.

Her eyes were slits of steel as she vehemently sneered. “I don’t want him here.”

“Too bad, he’s here.” Was his curt uncaring answer.

She scowled at him.

“You’re being a jerk Angel.”

“And you’re being stubborn Buffy.”

She snorted, then turning away from him flopped down on the bed. “Whatever.” She unhappily grumbled.

Dressed and ready to face the watcher, Angel heaved another frustrated sigh as he walked over to the bed and sat down.

He petted her head with long strokes of his strong hand. “Buffy, I don’t know why you’re so pissed with Giles, but weren’t you the one that just told me that sometimes you have to put your own shit aside for the sake of others?” He softly reminded her.

Figures he’d throw that back in my face, Buffy thought. “Yes I did but I was talking about Connor not Giles.”

“Yes, and now I’m asking you to apply that same reasoning to Giles. Because whether or not you want him here is irrelevant. Connor is going to need all the help he can get and Giles is the one person that can give him that.”

She mumbled something else but her face was buried in the pillow and he couldn’t quite make it out. Then she turned back toward him, her sweet face puckered like a bad-tempered child. “Fine for Connor.”

He smiled then kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you. Now relax and rest I’ll go downstairs. I love you.”

She mumbled, “Yeah, yeah…I love you too.”

Smirking with her answer Angel walked out of the room and down the steps to greet Giles. Hearing the already tension filled conversation Connor and Giles were having he sighed and picked up his pace.

Connor was another adult that Angel expected was going to act more like a petulant child then anything else. Connor resented Giles’ being here as much as Buffy did.

Buffy and Connor, he smiled thinking of his mate and his son. In his wildest dreams he never ever thought that this would come to pass, and the fact that they got along as well as they did was a shocking and wonderful bonus for Angel. They had grown close in the short time they had spent together, that was very obvious in the way they spoke to each other and in their body languages, it was like they just fell into the mother and son role even though they were not blood related, and Angel was very grateful for that. At least when he left again he wouldn’t have to worry too much about them. Connor would look out for Buffy and Buffy would look out for Connor. They were family – his family – and that was what family did.