Chapter Seven

Denial (NC-17)

It was dark when Buffy woke from her nap after their last round of lovemaking. She was draped across Angel’s chest. Her legs were thrown over his hips and her arms wrapped around his middle as her head lay on his damp chest. Angel was holding on to her in his sleep like he was afraid she was going to run.

She had never felt so sated, relaxed and hot for more at the same time. His every touch made her feel like a goddess. All the dirty things that he had whispered in her ear made her even hotter for him.

Their earlier discussion played over in her mind and in between these incredible feelings of bliss and contentment, confusion and fear started to seep in. She could feel the wall around her heart crumbling some more and her mind was filled with images of how this could only end up bad.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was an incredibly thoughtful lover and man, but in the end, he would only break her heart. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, she really, really liked him but she had to stop it now, especially after the words that were spoken in the kitchen.

She very carefully moved away from him and went to sit up at the edge of the bed, when his strong arms wrapped around her naked waist and pulled her back down on the bed now facing away from him.

He knew that she was awake and that she was brooding about him and their situation. He had felt her body get tense and knew she was going to make a run for it.

He pulled her closer so her backside was pressed up against his chest and crotch. He nuzzled her head “Where do you think your going?” She closed her eyes and felt a small tremor go through her body. Didn’t he know what his closeness did to her? A small tear escaped her closed eyes and ran down her check landing on the pillow. Of course he did that’s why he’s doing it!

“It’s late I have to go to work.” She tried again to get up but his hold was too strong.

“No I’m not letting you run away from me again.” He placed his now very hard cock in between her legs and started to rock it back and forth over her wet lips.

“Angel” she moaned, “I have to go.” He kept up his pace his other hand slipping around her to play and tease her nipples. She rocked her hips back and forth riding the length of his cock building the pace up then he slipped inside of her.

He started to move with slow shallow thrusts building up the tension. But Angel being an impatient man couldn’t hold out anymore and began moving faster and harder. His teeth clamped down on her neck in an act of male dominance and he grabbed her hips and slammed into her one last time “Buffy” “Ah God Angel Yes!”

He stayed inside of her for a few minutes until his cock went limp. He turned her around and brought her mouth towards his to kiss her passionately. Buffy gave as good as such got and mauled his mouth as her hands sifted through his hair.

She lifted her lips and stared in his eyes. Her mind was going a thousand miles per minute and she spoke straight from the heart not even realizing that she did “God the way you make me feel…I…I never felt like this before, ever.” She kept staring at him like he was a magician that just completed the most amazing trick.

“How do you know what my body needs, what I need? How is it that every touch from you feels like it’s supposed to…be?” She continued with her questions if she had stopped to realize what she was actually saying she would have fled like a thief in the night. But she was so caught up in the emotions that he made her feel that she didn’t notice.

Angel stared lovingly at her flushed face. He lifted his hand and wiped away the silent tear that sat on her check. He brought that finger to his lips and licked the tear off never taking his eyes off of her.

“Because I know you.” He simply said. Buffy looking perplexed now asked in a voice that sounded like a small child “How you can you know me? We’ve only known each other for two days?”

“Because I do. I’ve known you my whole life. At least that’s what it feels like when I hold you…touch you.”

This was too much for Buffy the tears started to fall faster and she felt like she was drowning in his sweet words and the love that was in his eyes.

She closed her eyes “Don’t say that.” She desperately whispered.

“Shhh its ok baby.” Angel pulled her very carefully into his embrace and began to comfort her. His heart ached for the emptiness in her voice and the confusion that her body was giving off.

She suddenly pulled away and jumped out of the bed so fast that he barely had time to register that she was no longer in his arms.

She started walking around the room collecting her clothes and hastily putting them on. “I…I…I…have to…to…go.”

Angel sat up and tried to reach for her but she avoided his touch running around frantically, her eyes were wide with fear and her face was tear streaked.

Angel trying to calm her down said as soothingly as possible “Buffy, baby slow down.”

Buffy had gathered all her clothes now and was backing up towards the door “I’m sorry Angel I ahem I have to go. I…ahem…don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Angel bolted out of the bed at that outburst and before Buffy knew what was happening she was thrown up against the door by a very pissed off and very naked Angel.

“What?” He asked very quietly but the warning hidden behind those softly spoken words were not lost on Buffy. The tears were streaming down her face now like a waterfall and she was unable to control them.

She tried to look away but he wouldn’t let her. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him “I…I just can’t do this!”

“Do what have feelings for me…love me?” Buffy violently shock her head trying to deny what she knew she felt in her heart “Lo..love you? What are you talking about I barely know you.” She was earnestly trying to get away now but he was too strong and he held on tightly not letting her escape him.

“You’re afraid, afraid of me and what I make you feel. Afraid of being in love!” He stated simply.

Buffy looking outraged now “YOU CONCEITED ASSHOLE! How dare you presume to think that you know how I feel!” She started to struggle more.

Angel knocked her back to the door his hands gripping her arms so tightly she knew she would have bruises there tomorrow. “I don’t presume anything.” He sneered. “I know how you feel because I feel it every time I touch you, every little breathy moan that you make when I make love to you. The way your body shakes after you cum. The way you scream my name over and over again begging me to take you again.” He was shouting now so pissed off that she could stand there and deny what she was feeling.

Buffy was really starting to freak out and realized that she wasn’t going anywhere and decided to change tactics. She let her body relax and she wound her arms up on to his chest and started to toy with his nipples.

She laughed, “That’s nothing special that’s how I respond to any Joe, Dick or Harry that fucks me.” She tried to sound cold and callous but to Angel who had heard the scared and desperate questions of a woman lost knew better.

He twirled a lock of her honey hair around his finger “You keep telling yourself that Baby.”

She gave up that routine when she realized he wasn’t going for it. With one last jolt of energy she pushed him off her and he stumbled back taken by surprise by her show of strength.

Buffy ran out of the house and didn’t look back.

Angel got off the floor and walked over to the window he drew the curtain back and watched his lover run down the street and away from him.

He dropped his head on the cool pane of the window and swore to himself that he would get her back. He would make her see that they were one that they belonged to each other, always and forever. Because when you loved someone that was the whole point!

Chapter Eight