PART TWO

 

 

 

She had five minutes before the third quarter started and Buffy raced down the underground hall in the LA Forum to get back to the booth before the game started again.  She was so tired she felt like she was going to just drop.  Another night of wicked dreams and lost sleep. Another morning of wretchedness made even more special by the breakdown she’d had in front of Faith and Willow, and then the twenty questions from Angelus was the cherry on top of her misery. She knew that conversation would continue because he was a pain in her ass.

 

She felt like shit, she knew she looked like shit, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

 

Yeah…life was good…

 

Running down the corridor she cursed the coach for keeping her waiting. She had to talk to him about the interviews for the post game wrap up show before the last period started, and as usual he made her wait.

 

Another arrogant egotistical jerk...

 

She dealt with men like him on a daily basis. After three years you’d think she’d have gotten used to it and she had to a small degree.  Actually she’d just come to terms with the fact that she, a woman in a man’s world of professional hockey – who was good at her job - threatened them.  Men were such babies that way. But she didn’t care what they said or how they ogled her, or even the occasional patronizing tap on the butt – which, come to think of it hadn’t happened in a while - as she passed them. She loved her job and she loved hockey. Besides she could hold her own. She wasn’t afraid of them and she wasn’t shy about speaking her mind.

 

The faster she walked the more she wished that she hadn’t worn her four inch heels. Her feet were starting to hurt and there was a small ache beginning in her lower back.

 

Note to self:  no sleep – heels bad…

 

Looking down at the folder she had in her hands she wasn’t watching where she was going. She’d run down this hall so many times before that she didn’t need to see it to get to where she needed to go, unless there was an unexpected wall of hard muscle standing in her way.

 

Gloves hit the concrete floor, as a pair of strong hands gripped her arms, steadying her. “Do I need to buy you a bumper guard milsean?”

 

The low deep voice and the beautiful haunting Gaelic that it spoke sent a shiver down her spine just as it always did. As usual, she tried to stifle it but that was getting so much harder to do these days.

 

She looked up, expecting to see sarcastic brown eyes staring back at her. Instead they were flirtatious.

 

Oh God, please not now…

 

“Ha, ha, very funny.”  Then, remembering what time it was and where they were she scolded him. “What are you doing down here? The game starts in five minutes. Shit, I’m not going to be up late writing another explanation as to why there was a female fan in the locker room between periods, am I? Because you know I’m running out of excuses.”

 

Angelus warmly chuckled at her while his fingers slowly started to stroke her arms.  She had the softest skin, so inviting to touch.  For one second he wondered what it would feel like to have her naked flesh against his naked flesh, soft against hard, sliding against each other so perfectly, so enticingly. Ardor seeped inside of him and superseded his otherwise guarded responses from his wicked thoughts of Buffy Summers. His eyes turned deep and dark with passion as he looked back at her.  His intense gaze expressed to her openly and honestly of his thoughts and his every emotion more then his mouth ever could.

 

And she read it all.

 

She stood there stone still.  The light almost lazy touch of his fingers brushing her skin was hypnotic and in his eyes was a fervor that rivaled her own.  She felt flushed from his lingering hot gaze.  She held back the yearning moan of need that so wanted to reveal itself in the form of pure wanton begging, because that would be bad…very, very bad.  Instead, she swallowed down the lump of lust in her throat.

 

Get a grip Buffy…he’s just playing you, like he always does…

 

There was a spark of something in his eyes she wasn’t sure what it was, recognition or conceit. Since she couldn’t decipher it she just assumed it was conceit.

 

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me…

 

She scowled, he just continued to stroke her skin with that full of carnal delights smile plastered on his face.

 

“No Buff, don’t worry.  You’re the only female down here.” He leaned down until their noses were practically touching. “Just the way you like it.”  

 

She watched his mouth move as he spoke, hovering just above hers, like a piece of ripe fruit dangling in front of her dripping mouth-watering juices that screamed to be licked up. She bit down on her tongue to keep it from coming out and betraying her. But it wasn’t her tongue she had to fear it was her eyes that disclosed her truth.  Her thoughts ran amok; she imagined what it would be like to kiss that beautiful mouth, and her traitorous eyes darkened, growing heavy with the deep languid heat that swirled throughout her.

 

Rigidity took hold of Angelus’ body. It was all there to see in her stunning face. Her eyes spoke volumes and he suddenly wondered, if he made a move would she stop him?

 

After a few tense moments of sultry silence and deep gazing he seemed to come to a decision.

 

He straightened to his full height and walked slightly forward and to the right. Imposing his body and will, he bumped her shoulder, smiling when he got the desired result.  She shifted and turned toward him, her back was now to the wall. He smirked.

 

“Besides I wouldn’t do that to you, you have to play tonight.”

 

If he wasn’t already excited then just thinking about tonight would have done it. He loved midnight volley ball, not because it was a fun game to play and not because they played at midnight on the beach. It wasn’t because of the free flowing booze and food, and it was certainly not because they beat everyone they played. The only reason he loved to play was because it offered him the opportunity to watch Buffy’s backside.

 

When they played the girls were in the front and the guys were in the back. Lucky for him Buffy stood right in front of him, innocently teasing him with those short-shorts that rode up her ass as she lithely moved around the court. And on those nights when he was really lucky and it was really warm out she wore her bikini, which was just as stimulating to watch. Ah, who was he kidding, it was the best fucking view in the world.

 

She eyeballed him and he chuckled at the suspicious gaze.

 

She could read me like a book…

 

“Good, that’s ah…good.”  Flustered, she stammered then took a step back as he took a step forward, entering her personal space. 

 

As if in slow motion she watched his hand come up and touch her arm again, although this time his palm lay flat and he moved it up and then down her arm.  The confident stroke of her skin scorched her, surely leaving burn marks wherever he touched her. She couldn’t control the heady need that slammed inside of her. Her response was growing to an almost unbearable ache to have more and it frightened her.   She was so frustrated and she wanted him so badly that she didn’t trust herself.

 

She took a step back.

 

“Don’t you think you should be getting upstairs?” She snapped at him a little more aggressively then she intended too but she couldn’t help it. She had to keep him out of her personal space. He was too close…too close.

 

He didn’t seem to mind her tone because the grin, now one of predatory persistence, stayed on his face. He nodded at her, taking another step closer, closing in around her…suffocating her with his manliness.

 

Every nerve ending in her body rampantly ignited, sending tiny little shockwaves to every inch of her skin. She tingled with anticipation and fear, and she took another step back trying to put more space between her and temptation. But she didn’t get very far. Her back hit the concrete wall and her eyes bulged slightly with the knowledge that she was trapped in a web of sweet seduction that took another step closer, just as she breathed in.

 

Her eyes closed, her tongue came out and licked her lips as her fingers dug into her palms.

 

Good God! How can a man that just played two periods of hockey and sweating like a pig smell so damn good?

 

Seeing her reaction, feeling it in his body as if a wave of heat blasted him in the chest, watching her pink tongue come out and lick her lips were the purest forms of an aphrodisiac he had ever seen or felt. It rendered him completely incapable of any logical thoughts and instead left him powerless to succumb to his needs

 

Taste her…

 

She heard the soft slap of palms against concrete, felt the slight breeze of air next to her head as they landed. 

 

Trapped…

 

She was afraid to open her eyes, she didn’t want to see what she knew was coming, didn’t want to reveal her own inner desires.

 

He leaned forward and she felt his damp hair touch her forehead.  She felt the heat of his face so close to her own, and knew she only need to reach out with her tongue and she would taste salty skin and full lips. 

 

Don’t…please…

 

But her body betrayed her once more.

 

He almost groaned out loud when her tongue came out and sensually slid across her bottom lip once more. His mouth parted, his eyes were hard and determined.  He was going to taste her and to hell with the consequences.

 

Taut with need and expectation Buffy stood perfectly still against the wall.  Her fingers dug painfully into her palms, her core cruelly throbbed with an intensity that shortened her breath and increased her pulse, as she waited…waited for the inevitable.

 

He was so close.  His eyes hungrily watched her tense face, her lips that were slightly parted, her breath that shakily exhaled.  His head tilted as he took the last motion forward, and then…

 

“MCBAIN? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

 

The angry shout from around the corner burst through the seductive shadow that weaved and pulsed around them like a cloak of heat.

 

His body stiffened.

 

Her eyes flashed open with awareness.

 

He cursed and she swore.

 

What the hell am I doing?

 

Oh my God was I really just going to let that happen?

 

They stared into each other’s eyes knowing the danger they had almost allowed themselves to step into. Though foolishness now filled his veins instead of single-minded determination he could not resist one more touch, one more intimate moment of covetousness. 

 

Leaning forward he slightly rubbed his cheek against hers, his senses sparking once more at the soft delicate touch. He exhaled, his own breath trembling as he whispered in her ear.  “I’ll see you later milsean.”

 

He backed up, leaned down, picked up his gloves and then walked away.

 

She heard the rap, tap, rap of his covered blades hitting the concrete floor as he left.  When he was gone, the tension in her body spilled out and over. She had no strength in her legs to stand and she slid down the wall.   Closing her eyes she took deep, deep breaths in an attempt to stop her blood from boiling over.

 

She could not believe she almost let that happen, almost opened herself up to the urgent demands of her body, demands that he had so easily and so expertly drew out of her.  God, why did he always do that to her?  Why did he always stoke the fire? And how could she let him?

 

No, how could she not? That was the real question. 

 

She knew she was too vulnerable, too susceptible to his charm and magnetism. She had to stay away from him. She could not afford such close proximity anymore. It was too dangerous. Too tempting. 

 

She was ready to crack, and if she did, she would fall straight through and into the arms of a carnal pleasure she could not allow herself to taste.

 

 

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The late warm summer breeze blew across the beach as the waves hypnotically lapped against the sand.   Buffy stood in front of the water watching the waves roll in.  She loved the feeling of the sand being pulled under her feet and through her toes as the water receded. She could stand there all night and feel that.   It was way better then feeling her body ache for something that she wasn’t getting, or even thinking about it for that matter.  The problem was she could think of nothing else.

 

She felt the telltale sign of her eyes watering as her vision slightly blurred. She angrily wiped away the offending emotion.   Weakness.  She was full of weakness and tonight had proven that.

 

She was angry with herself for letting Angelus get so close. She was angry with her almost uncontrollable responses to him. And she was fucking pissed off that her hang ups about having casual sex interfered with her getting some sort of sexual release.   

 

Not that she would seek it from him, no…that would not work at all.  No matter how horny she was and no matter how much she wanted him, she refused to give in and become just another notch on his bedpost. 

 

But the weakness inside of her was growing and her committed resolve to resist the pull was slowly dissipating under the unquenchable desire to take what she wanted.

 

She took a long slow drink of the Soco and Lime that she held onto for dear life. She’d lost count of how many she’d had. All she knew was that she hadn’t stopped drinking since she got home from the Forum. The booze eased her to some extent, relaxed her. There was also the hope that she would black out cold, so blitzed that nothing, no person and certainly no fucking dreams, would be able to rouse her.

 

The next wave came and it startled her as she swayed on her feet, giggling softly.

 

Yup…drunk as a skunk…

 

Once more her thoughts drifted back to the evening’s events, or rather the aftereffects of those events. It had taken some time to collect her emotions, to silence them to a more manageable degree – like getting her legs to actually move and getting her core down to a low hum instead of a pulsating beat – when she did, she made her way back to the booth to watch the rest of the game.

 

While she sat there, her eyes kept straying to Angelus. She didn’t want to but she couldn’t help herself and she thought, what was the harm in just looking?  She wasn’t anywhere near him. He wasn’t breathing down her neck? He wasn’t searing her with his hungry eyes.  Besides it was her job to watch the game.

 

Justify it all you want, but you know the real reason you watch…

 

She snorted, reluctantly acknowledging the validity of her thoughts. She loved to watch him play - it was as simple as that.  It always fascinated her because he was so big, so much brawn, yet when he skated it was like he was floating across the ice…smooth and polished…refined.  The way his hands handled his stick was pure magnificence to watch.  It was an extension of his arm, always where it was supposed to be, hitting the puck with precision and expertise.  It was really something to watch, and Buffy who had watched many hockey games in her twenty-seven years of life, could never get enough of it.

 

Of course, as she admired his skills as a hockey player she couldn’t stop her sex-craved mind from associating those smooth movements and quick hands on the ice to what his skills would be like in the bedroom.  Which was a big mistake because then she watched him with hot hungry eyes, with her heart practically in her throat, and her seat - which had suddenly become extremely uncomfortable to sit in - she squirmed restlessly. It was the longest game in her life complete with tension and discomfort. She couldn’t wait to escape the hot air of the forum and her sizzling unwanted thoughts just so she could stand here right in this spot and be cooled and calmed by the ocean.

 

A breeze blew across her face and she welcomed it.  She was so hot.  

 

The ocean looked so inviting and she took a step in. A wave rolled in and lapped at her ankles. Her breath sucked in from the shock of the cold water against her heated flesh but it was refreshing, just what she needed. She leaned down, letting the cool water run through her fingers.  Then she cupped her hands together, capturing some of the cool respite, and then brought it up to her chest. Opening her hands she let the water run down her body, smiling with satisfaction as it trickled down through the crevice of her breasts.

 

God, that felt so good, cooling, soothing yet it made her think of scorching tantalizing lips and a wet tongue lapping at the trickles as they rolled down her naked flesh. She turned her head just slightly to the right, her gaze easily finding the dark hulking figure as he sat on an Adirondack chair by the fire next to Spike. She licked her lips; her eyes freely caressing the broad smooth expanse of naked chest. He had a few black and blue bruises on his abdomen but it didn’t matter, they only turned her on more. They were badges of honor, results of the hearty game he’d played tonight, and she had the strongest desire to kiss every inch of them. Her gaze traveled down to his huge thighs, remembering how they had felt this morning when she balanced herself on them. Deliciously hard and powerfully built, they were made to hold a woman up as he slammed inside of her over and over again.

 

Her tongue did another sweep against her bottom lip. 

 

Down girl…bad, bad thoughts…

 

She had to stop this...this, perverted ogling. It was only making things worse.

 

“Hey Buffy!”

 

Hearing Cassie’s call of greeting, she shook her head to clear her unbounded affliction, and then she turned toward her friend with an innocent smile of greeting on her face.

 

“Hey Cassie.”

 

Spike and Angelus sat around the fire quietly watching the night time activities on the beach, and resting from the brutal volley ball game they had just won.

 

Angelus stared through the brightly glowing amber flames, contemplating the blonde who was talking to Cassie just beyond it, his thoughts full of self disgust and loathing.  He had almost lost it tonight, had almost broken every freaking rule of engagement he solidly laid out, and he had no idea what brought it on. 

 

He hadn’t been thinking about her. He had been taking a leak before the game started again thinking about face offs and slap shots, getting the puck, and hip checking that asshole that tried to trip him up last period. It was only when he walked out of the locker room and right into her that every thing he’d been thinking about slid out of his brain like a puck sliding down the ice.

 

It was her perfume…deep, dark and sensually heady; it had filled his nostrils and shot right to his groin.  It made him want to encase his body in that scent until he reeked of it.  It sent him into a dangerously fevered state where he had only one single-minded thought…seduce.

 

In a matter of one second – a flip of a fucking coin - she had become the goal he wanted to score.

 

Christ, I am fucking pathetic!

 

He learned two things tonight and neither one of those things was the taste of her lips – which was the discovery he longed to learn – no, tonight’s lessons were annoyingly clear. Lesson number one, she was too much of a temptation. Actually that really wasn’t anything new to him, he’d always known that.  Shit, he couldn’t even think straight! One lesson, one blaringly horrific and full of self reproach lesson, he was too weak to resist her.  

 

The full force of that truth was like a bomb exploding in his head. What the fuck was he going to do now? He couldn’t stay away from her; he knew that for a fact. He may feel forced to deny his need for her body but he would not deny himself the pleasure of her company.

 

He blamed Spike.  It was his fault why the last day had been so hard. So tempting. Spike got the wheels spinning, the suggestion that just maybe that door he slammed shut three years ago would open to a world of decadent delight. And then the worst part was that he had seen it in her eyes tonight too, she was hungry, very much so. He also saw the fear in her eyes the moment the idea of letting him in took root. Panic and alarm that she was going to let herself go and give in to what she wanted…what he so badly wanted. 

 

It would have been fucking amazing.

 

It would have been the most stimulating encounter he had ever known…just to taste her lips.

 

It would have been…a mistake.  

 

Thank God the coach called him when he did, snapping him out of his lechery, because he would have taken her lips, and so much more.

 

His face tightened and a scowl appeared, as he watched Doyle walk over and hand her another Soco and Lime.

 

Number three…

 

As soon as they’d gotten back from the Forum, she’d started knocking back those Samuel Adams Summer Ales, she loved so much.  He’d counted five before the volleyball game started.  Two during. Then right after the game ended, she’d moved on to the hard liquor.  He knew Buffy could handle her booze, she could put an Irishman to shame, but still…he could see by the slight sway of her body as she moved closer to say something to Cassie, that she was bombed. Drinking away her stress, dulling whatever it was that was bothering her, which reminded him…he still had no idea what that was.

 

“Without getting that black temper of yours in an uproar, will you just tell me why you won’t do it? I know you care about her.” Spike’s softly spoken question told Angelus that he was watching her too, and still thinking off their conversation from the morning.

 

“Are you going to tell me why?” Angelus asked as he turned and looked at him.

 

“I can’t mate. It’s…personal.” Spike softly answered.

 

Taking a swig of his beer, Angelus turned back to watch Buffy. “You answered your own question.”

 

Spike looked at him, his eyes pleading for more of an answer than that. Angelus felt his unwavering gaze and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

 

“I’m the bad boy remember?  The degenerate sex addict with a long list of meaningless lovers.”

 

He took another drink, scowling again as he watched Scott approach Buffy. He’d known Scott for three years.  He was Owen’s good friend, a professional surfer, and he liked him.  He was a good guy. He just never liked him sniffing around Buffy, which the younger surfer had been doing ever since she broke up with Riley. 

 

“She’s better than that.” He added.

 

She’s better than Scott…

 

Spike snorted. “You know you’re wrong about her.  I don’t know why you keep putting her up on some kind of cloud of heavenly virtue, she’s far from it mate. “

 

“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter.”

 

And it didn’t. He was still who he was. Twisted and fucked up.

 

Spike watched Angelus closely. He had thought long and hard on their conversation all day. He even looked at all of his other options – which were none. There was no one he trusted more with this deed then Angelus.  He had even come up with his own suspicions as to why his friend wouldn’t do it and they were completely different than the answer Angelus gave him.  Was he stupid enough to voice his opinion?

 

What the hell my body is already bruised what’s a couple more.

 

“You know what I think? I think that she scares the bloody crap out of you.”

 

Angelus turned very slowly, lethally, and looked at Spike his eyes hard and cold. “Excuse me?”

 

Spike shrugged, both of their gazes drawn back to Buffy who let out a small yelp as she almost tripped over her own two feet, only to be caught by Scott’s waiting arms – causing Angelus’ scowl to darken.

 

“See you’re afraid that if you sleep with her then she’s going to become something more to you than just a friend or a casual fuck.”

 

She laughed; it was husky…sexy.  She looked up at Scott, her hand coiled around his forearm. Angelus could just picture her batting those full eyelashes at the surfer, flirting with him.

 

He gripped his beer.

 

How can I be afraid of that little slip of a female?

 

Spike was silent as they both watched her, one in concern the other in bewilderment. Angelus treasured the brief reprieve and took a drink just as her eyes turned and their gazes locked.

 

Her smile faltered slightly, and he knew that like him, she was remembering what happened earlier, remembering how close they had been, how the air blazed around them.  She quickly looked away then turned back to Scott. She kissed him on the cheek then walked away from the love-struck surfer and started walking toward them just as Spike continued.

 

“That, my hard-ass friend, scares the shit out of you, because then you would have to admit that you were just like all the rest of us pussywhipped-love-struck-assholes, as you like to say, and we all know that you’d rather chop off your own arm than admit that you were wrong.”

 

Is Spike right? Am I afraid of feeling something other than lust or friendship? No way!

 

Before Angelus could respond, with what he had no idea, Buffy came over and dropped in the sand at his feet. She lay on her back looking between the two of them, craning her neck.  The tension that had been visible before was now gone. She was relaxed, she was smiling inanely at them, and her eyes were glassy, she was…drunk.

 

“What’s with the all the grim faces? We won the game, the booze is flowing, and it’s a beautiful night!”

 

Spike chuckled at her drunken antics while Angelus, who was trying to get a grip on his irritation from feeling completely perplexed with his emotions, scowled.

 

“Jell-O shots anyone?” Owen walked over carrying a tray of little paper cups - each one deliciously filled with jell-o and vodka – he was followed by Oz, Willow and Faith.

 

While Spike grabbed a shot, Angelus was inwardly denying what his friend suggested. It was ludicrous. He feared nothing. He was completely and totally incapable of even considering that what Spike said just might be his problem.

 

“We made a new batch.” Willow said as she sat down on the sand.

 

Oz sat on the empty Adirondack chair next to her. “Lemon.”

 

“I hate lemon, why couldn’t we make the grape. Those are way better.” Faith said as she threw herself onto Spike’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

“Because we just had those Faithy and variety is the spice of life.” Owen responded with a big smile on his face as he knelt down in front of Buffy.

 

“Oh, yummy.” She grabbed one, tilted her head back, and raised her arm to suck it down only to find that her hand was suddenly empty.

 

“You’ve had enough.”  Angelus gruffly said as he raised the cup to his own lips and sucked it down.

 

Buffy scowled, “hey, that’s my shot.” She went to slap him on the thigh but the fast motion made her elbow slip in the sand, she completely missed her target and fell forward.

 

Everyone chuckled.

 

“I think the big guy’s right lil sis, you’re hammered.” Owen said as he stood up then yelled across the beach as he strolled toward the rest of the party revelers. “Jell-O Shots! Who wants em?”

 

“I am not hammered.” Buffy said to Owen’s retreating back as she righted herself. 

 

“Yes you are.” Angelus answered her.

 

Settling back she leaned against his leg as she looked up at him and stuck her tongue out.

 

I’m flirting with him, what the fuck is wrong with me?

 

She had no answer to her question and she honestly didn’t even want to think about it anymore. She was tired of thinking. She just wanted to be in the moment; enjoy the beautiful night, enjoy her friend’s company – which he was one – and relax.  She didn’t appreciate being denied a jell-o shot though.  So in defiance she deftly grabbed Angelus’ beer and took a swig before he could stop her.

 

He smirked at her quick and very un-hammered maneuver, then he grabbed it back, “brat.”

 

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, settling back against his strong leg.  It was funny how easily they conversed with each other after what happened earlier. Not that things like that never happened between them because they always did, but tonight had been different. Tonight they almost crossed that invisible line. She would have thought that there would be some sort of awkwardness but there wasn’t. It was like they both acknowledged what had happened, and they both knew that it would have been a mistake, and moved on.

 

Just like they always did…

 

She felt the heat and strength of the body that she leaned against and it comforted her.  Moments like this, when they were just two friends kicking back with their other friends, reminded her of why the desire had to be denied.  Yeah, she had issues with his outlook on sex and relationships but it was more than that. It was because she loved this. She loved the kooky relationship she had with him and she was afraid that if she stepped over that boundary she had laid down for herself that she would lose this, and that she didn’t want. 

 

“Dude, what was up with tonight, you spent more time in the penalty box than on the ice.” Oz asked.

 

Angelus shrugged.

 

“That’s because he likes to make my life difficult that’s why.” Buffy said, thinking of all the stupid questions she had to answer from the press after the game.

 

“It’s not the quantity of time Oz it’s the quality.” Spike pointed out.

 

Angelus smirked. He had spent more time in the penalty box then anything else tonight and the bruises he was sporting pretty much said it all.  The opposing team had become his outlet for his frustration over his conversation with Spike and his self disgust over what happened in the hallway with Buffy. Still, regardless of how much time he had spent in the penalty box, the time he did spend on the ice was spent scoring goals and winning the game. Quality over quantity.

 

“Who’s our next victim?” Spike asked Angelus.

 

“The Ducks, tomorrow night in Anaheim, we’re leaving tomorrow morning.” Angelus answered.

 

“Isn’t Owen leaving tomorrow for Hawaii and the Pipeline meet?” Willow asked and Faith answered.

 

“Yeah, he’s going to be gone for a week.”

 

“And Mr. and Mrs. P are taking their RV trip this week too.” Oz added.

 

“Oh yeah, where they going this year?” Buffy asked.

 

“East, to visit the kids.” Willow answered and then she added, “Isn’t Harmony going to Florida this week also?”

 

“Left already Red. Saw her leave this morning. She’ll be back next week.” Spike said.

 

“So when are you guys leaving?” Buffy asked as she looked over at Spike.

 

“Tomorrow. We’ve got four gigs lined up in San Diego.”

 

“Are you still coming with us Red?” Faith asked.

 

“Yeah, I got a week’s vacation that I haven’t used and I’m being forced to take it. So I told them I’d be out this week. I’ve got nothing else better to do.” Willow said smiling and shrugging.

 

Willow was the classic work alcoholic. A chemist by trade she worked at a highly respectable firm that was contracted by the government. It was a tough field for a woman and she worked endlessly at it, always trying to stay on top of her fellow male counterparts. She rarely ever used her vacation time, and her boss fearing she would burn out, insisted that she take time off at least once a year.

 

Everyone noticed the light that appeared in Oz’s eyes as he gazed at Willow and listened to her answer, they all smiled. Of course Angelus couldn’t leave it alone. He figured if he couldn’t have what he wanted then at least his friend should.

 

“Where you guys sleeping, in the cars or a hotel?” He asked. His question was answered with a hard squeezing pinch from a pair of hands that suddenly found themselves on the back of his calves. 

 

Quietly hissing under his breath, he accusingly looked down at Buffy, who surly stared back at him basically telling him to keep his mouth shut. 

 

Spike hid his amusement from Angelus question and answered. “Well I don’t know about those two…” he said pointing to Oz and Willow, “…but me and Faith will be shacking up at the Holiday Inn.”

 

“You’re going to have the whole block to yourself B.” Faith commented with a grin in her friend’s direction knowing how much she hated that.

 

Great, there’s nothing like solitary drinking…joy of joy…

 

Buffy frowned, “Yay me. I’m so looking forward to it.”

 

Spike turned his attention to Oz and they started to quietly talk about the upcoming shows, as Faith and Willow talked about the shopping in San Diego and the stores they wanted to hit while there.

 

Angelus and Buffy just sat quietly and listened.  She still sat on the sand, her legs stretched out before her. She was sitting in between his legs with her head now resting against the edge of the wooden chair.  It wasn’t an unusual position they found themselves in, they often sat like this when they were all hanging out together, watching a movie, or like now, just enjoying each other’s companies. Friends talking to friends.   It was nice and it filled both of them with contentment.

 

Would I lose this, if I did what Spike asked?

 

That was the question Angelus found himself asking all day. 

 

He closed is eyes for one brief minute, his hand rising, his fingers massaging the bridge of his nose. He felt like dead weight. Even if he wanted to move he wasn’t sure if he could. He was physically exhausted. A bloody hockey game, a brutal volleyball game and lots and lots of beer, all played their part but it was his thoughts that made him quiet and ominous, zombie-like.

 

Absentmindedly, his fingers played with a strand of honey blonde hair that was lying on his thigh as he remembered their meeting in the corridor at the Forum. She had seemed so…needy, was the only word he could use to describe the intense waves of lust and longing that had come off of her. As he looked into her eyes he glimpsed a hint of the dark desire that brewed just below the surface and Spike’s earlier comment came to mind. Maybe there was more to Buffy Summer’s then met the eye. Maybe he was making her out to be something she really wasn’t?

 

Buffy took advantage of Angelus’ stoniness and once more grabbed his beer out of his hand.  

 

His heavy gaze was immediately drawn to her and he watched as her head slowly tilted back and those mossy green eyes lifted holding his own dark orbs.  Their gazes held as she drank but then for some perverse reason he let his stray.

 

His eyes wandered down her throat. Fascinated, he watched her throat work as she drank his beer, something so natural yet its sensuality was striking.  Not stopping his torment there, his gaze slowly looked down her chest and to the low cut of her bathing suit top that was more alluring than if she had been naked. It was his favorite; it was blue, black and grey, the colors of the LA Kings - his colors - and it barely covered her breasts as the mouthwatering globes threatened to spill out of the sides and the center.  Continuing on with his pursuit of self masochism, his gaze moved lower down to her tight belly and then to the enticing V of her legs. He only allowed himself a few seconds of decadent thoughts on that forbidden spot until he moved on and his brown orbs caressed lean tan legs that were resting in the sand.  When his gaze finally moved back up to her face it was to find those green eyes, though slightly darker, lingering on his face.  He grabbed his beer back and drank it down, needing to feel something cold.

 

Buffy watched him with hooded eyes. He was so sexy, so beautiful, so strong and sensual. As before, one long and lusty look from him turned her as hot as the fire that blazed in front of them.  Her hands unknowingly squeezed his strong calves, her tongue came out and licked her lips, her eyes darkened another degree and as Angelus watched it all play out in front of him like a wet dream he felt himself swell with desire and…recoil from fear. 

 

“Look out, here comes Captain Cardboard.” Spike’s derisive tone drew everyone’s eyes across the beach and on the figure of Riley who was making his way over to them.

 

Buffy’s hands slackened around Angelus calves and her lust dissipated.  She watched her ex-cheating asshole of a boyfriend valiantly approach them and she got angry.

 

What the hell was he doing here?

 

He walked over with his head held high and his shoulders back, and Buffy had to give him props. For all that Riley was - which was a two-timing jerk - he definitely had courage, though she never would have thought it before now.  It took a lot of balls to walk up to this bunch who hated his guts and had no problems showing it, especially when they were all together and drinking. Exhaling her dismay she felt a big warm palm press against the back of her head, offering comfort, soothing the tension that he felt the second it filled her body.

 

“Shit, isn’t it past his bed time?” Faith commented, her own hostility clearly audible with her tone.

 

“Maybe he’s lost.” Oz said as he watched Riley step up to their inner sanctum.

 

“Or maybe he just has a death wish,” Angelus contemptuously said his voice the coldest out of the lot.

 

“Hi guys…” Riley looked uncomfortably around at everyone offering some sort of truce before his eyes landed on…

 

“…Buffy.”

 

“What do you want Riley?” Spike asked followed by Faith’s own little comment of, “Yeah, I don’t think Harmony’s here.”

 

Riley blushed with embarrassment but he didn’t respond, he kept his gaze on Buffy who just stared back at him coldly. “Buffy, can I talk to you?”

 

It was Angelus that answered, “Fuck off Finn.”

 

Riley looked up into a pair of empty cold eyes, his own eyes turning darker with aggression. “Look I just want to talk to her.”

 

“So talk, anything you have to say to her can be said in front of us.” Angelus answered and everyone nodded their agreement.

 

Riley’s eyes hardened. Buffy’s friends had never been nice to him but Angelus was the worst out of the lot. His meanness always bordered on down and out cruelty.  “You know I don’t really think it’s any of your business McBain. So why don’t you stay out of it.” 

 

Everyone’s eyebrows lifted in surprise with the ballsy comment.

 

Angelus sat up in his chair, his voice hard and his eyes were as icy as an arctic storm. “You know Finn when you were dating Buffy I had to be cordial to you because she’s my friend and she asked me to be. But now that you’re not I don’t feel that obligation any more.” His voice lowered another octave revealing the full extent of his aggression. “I hate your fucking guts Finn. I think you’re a fucking waste of Goddamn oxygen that hurt my friend and I don’t like it when my friends get hurt, it makes me very, very unhappy.”

 

Grunts of agreement went around the circle of friends.

 

Riley’s face turned red as he stared back at the hockey player. He wanted to tell him off but he knew that now was not the best time, plus he hadn’t come to spar words with Angelus or any of Buffy’s friends.  He’d come to talk to Buffy. So he ignored the bait that Angelus threw at his feet and instead he looked down at Buffy. His eyes softened and he pleaded with her as he took a step closer. “Please Buffy, just one moment of privacy.”

 

Angelus made a move to get up.  He’d been in a lot of fights tonight but this one would be a helluva lot more fun, but he was stopped as Buffy suddenly stood.

 

Placing her hands on his knees for balance she got to her feet.  Though an hour had past since her last Soco and Lime she was still drunk so the alcohol that was flowing through her bloodstream didn’t exactly help her stand steadily or gracefully for that matter, but stand she did.  

 

She turned and looked at Angelus, her eyes softly pleading with him to stay where he was. “It’s okay.” Then she turned and addressed Riley.  “Come on Riley.”

 

She walked away and Riley followed her only to be stopped by Spike’s hard voice.

 

“Finn?” 

 

Riley turned and looked at him.

 

Spike held up his hand, waved it toward everyone sitting around the fire, and then held up two fingers pointing them at his eyes, he then jabbed his finger toward Riley. His meaning was clear, ‘we’re all watching you.’

 

Riley scowled but nodded with comprehension, turning away from them he followed Buffy down the beach a little bit.

 

“Man, he’s got the biggest fucking balls I’ve ever seen.” Spike said, with a slight hint of respect in his voice.

 

Angelus sat quietly as everyone else started to bad mouth Riley about how much they wanted to hurt him. But he just watched, his keen gaze taking in every nuance of body movement from Buffy and Riley. Watching and waiting.

 

Buffy was walking fast, just wanting to get this over with.  Her quick movements made her dizzy and she stumbled.  Riley’s hand shot out to steady her and he grabbed her arm.  His touch sent shivers of disgust down her spine and she quickly pulled out of his reach, only to lose her balance again. 

 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Angelus get ready to stand up and she held up her hand, smiling. “I’m alright…it’s just…the booze.” She called out giggling with mirth at her own drunkenness as she wobbled on her feet.

 

Faith and Willow chuckled at her. “Man, she is so toasted.” Faith said.

 

“So what do you want Riley?” Buffy looked at him, and her look said it all – he was completely annoying her. She knew this moment was inevitable. After all it was a month ago that she found him with Harmony. And when she did her only response was a ‘fuck you’. Proceeded by her throwing everything he owned out of her house. She’d slammed the door on his face and she hadn’t talked to him since. Of course he’d called her numerous times but she never took his calls.  She let the answering machine take them instead and she never called him back. She had actually been waiting for him to show up at some point but she never imagined he would do it at a time like this. Clearly, he was not the brightest star in the sky.

 

Riley looked at her softly, his eyes gently soaking in every inch of her. He was exceedingly nervous but he came here with the intention of setting things right. He knew he made a big mistake and he wanted to fix it.

 

“Buffy we need to talk about what happened. I call you and you never take my calls. Why?”

 

She snorted, “Why? You can’t seriously be asking me why?”

 

Riley looked affronted and his eyes hardened just a little bit. “Look Buffy, I know what I did was wrong but you never gave me a chance to explain. After two and half years of being together you just kicked me out of your life like I meant nothing to you!”

 

“That’s what you to do dogs Riley, you kick’em out to the street like the mangy mutts they are!” She told him, her voice a little louder, her movements getting a little more agitated, and drawing the keen attention of the people around the fireplace.

 

They were not that far away from the bunch that sat avidly watching them as if they were watching a movie.  Riley didn’t appreciate the audience but Buffy in her drunken pissed off mood couldn’t have cared less. Plus she figured it saved her time in having to explain what happened to them later. At least this way they heard it first hand.

 

Riley’s face turned red and he took a step closer to her. “So I’m a dog am I?”

 

“Yes you are!” She yelled at him.

 

“You know Buffy it’s your fault that I was with Harmony!”

 

He had moved closer to her so the people watching wouldn’t hear, but when he spoke his voice rose to a very clear level.

 

Faith and Willow gasped with outrage hearing Riley’s comment. Oz shook his head with disbelief while Spike groaned. “Holy hell what a bloody ponce.”  He looked over at Angelus. “I didn’t know a man could be that stupid.”

 

Angelus nodded a smirk on his face. If Finn thought he was going to get back together with Buffy then he was seriously mistaken. You never, ever, blamed a woman for your cheating.  It was just plan suicide. Riley just signed his death warrant and Angelus was filled with glee to see the execution play out.

 

Oh man, Finn is so going to get it!

 

His thoughts reflected Buffy’s. Her eyes widened, her face turned red and she screamed at him drawing the attention of everyone that was still on the beach. “My fault! Are you out of your fucking mind!”

 

Angelus sat up a little straighter. There could only be one road this conversation took and he was going to be ready for it.

 

“How the hell was it my fault Riley? I didn’t put your dick in that slut!”

 

“Oh!” Spike and Oz called out at the same time, as if they were watching there favorite action star body slam the bad guy.

 

“You tell him B!” Faith said.

 

Riley took a step closer.

 

Angelus gripped the arms of his chair.

 

“You never let me in Buffy. You and all your fucking friends! You always pushed me away. You always put them ahead of me! And you never stuck up for me when those assholes…”

 

He pointed to the people around the fireplace as a round of indignant ‘hey’s’ and ‘what did he just say?’ were expressed.  Angelus took that as his cue. He didn’t appreciate some low life calling him and his friends assholes, especially when all they ever did was stand by their friend’s side.

 

“I’ve heard enough,” he roughly said as he finally stood up.

 

Riley never got to finish his sentence.  When he turned back to look at Buffy all he saw was a small angry fist flying directly at his face.  It landed right on his nose and it was so unexpected that he fell backwards and landed on the sand.

 

“Jesus Christ Buffy!” He yelled as his hands quickly covered nose.

 

Meanwhile everyone that had been sitting around the fireplace were now on their feet cheering and hollering.

 

“Way to go B!”

 

“That’s my girl!” Spike yelled.

 

Only Angelus made a move to break up the violent reunion. Cursing under his breath, he threw down his beer and walked over to them. Of course he took his time, casually strolling over. Riley deserved whatever it was that Buffy wanted to dish out to him and Angelus wanted to give her plenty of time to do it, and he knew that given the opportunity she would take it.  She was drunk, she had a temper that rivaled his own, she knew how to fight, and the final nail in Riley’s coffin - she was a woman scorned. Witnessing the physical attack – a superb left hook to the dog’s nose, which made him proud - wasn’t surprising.  It was the verbal attack that followed it and everything that it so clearly stated that was the shocker, or rather the answers he had been seeking.

 

“You broke my fucking nose!” Riley screamed over the raucous laughter from all the partygoers on the beach.

 

Buffy didn’t stop there, she couldn’t. She walked over to him and kicked him in the stomach. He rolled over on to the sand and into the fetal position, where she kicked him again.

 

“How dare you call my friends assholes! You’re the fucking asshole Riley! I can’t believe I dated you for two and half years! You make my fucking skin crawl!  You’re such a fucking child! You know Riley I always meant to tell you this but you SUCK AS A LOVER! I never once had a fucking orgasm with you! You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing! Inept…unskilled…little-dick…pansy-assed boy!”

 

She went on and on and on, listing one fault after another, completely and totally demoralizing him in front of everyone on the beach, emphasizing each sentence with a strong sturdy kick of her bare foot into whatever part of his body she could reach. She had absolutely no control over her mouth. The booze and her raging emotions took control and she couldn’t stop.

 

Angelus finally reached her, grabbing her upper arms he turned her around to face him. He grabbed her hand and looked at it. But Buffy didn’t let that stop her rant she just twisted around and kept yelling at Riley.

 

“Idiot…fucking loser…weakling…sissy…piss poor excuse for a man!”

 

Angelus scowled darkly as he looked over her small hand. It was starting to swell a little and her knuckles were chafed and bleeding.

 

“You’re a fucking pussy Riley! You’re not even a real man! Do you know how many times I had to pleasure myself after fucking you!  Every single fucking time Riley because you’re a fucking putz!”

 

Angelus let go of her hand then grabbed her face turning her to look at him. When she finally did, her face was beat red, her eyes were bloodshot and she was breathing exceedingly hard. He smiled tenderly at her as his hand caressed her cheek, trying to calm her down. “I think he’s got the point milsean. Relax…take deep breaths.”

 

She stared into his eyes and did what he said. Breathing deeply, getting a grip on her drunken riled emotions.

 

Once he saw that she was in control, sort of, he walked over to Riley who was just standing and then he laid a left hook right in his face. Riley flew back and landed on his back.  The crowd cheered once more.

 

“Don’t ever come around here again Finn.  No one wants you here, least of all Buffy.”

 

He turned away, grabbed Buffy by the arm and then pulled her along down the beach and back to the fire.

 

“That was one hell of a shot Buffy.” Oz admiringly stated.

 

“I didn’t know you could hit like that.” Willow said.

 

Buffy stood smiling, proud that she did what she did and that she finally got to say her peace. “That’s years of watching hockey Will. I’ve learned from the best.” She proudly said.

 

“That’s swelling up pretty bloody fast.” Spike said as he and Angelus looked at her hand, moving it around from left to right.

 

She winced and then pulled it back. “Ouch, that hurts!” She whined.

 

“Of course it hurts you hit bone. What do you expect it to feel like a soft feathery pillow?” Spike said.

                                                                          

Angelus was still scowling. “It needs to be iced.”

 

Without saying another word, he pulled her along and away from everyone, heading toward her house. They all shouted their goodbyes and Buffy smiled back. Her hand hurt like hell but she didn’t care.  It was well worth it.

 

Angelus was dragging her down the block, frowning. Buffy tried to keep pace with him but his strides were long and rushed and she had little drunken legs that would not cooperate with the fast pace, so she kept tripping over her feet.

 

“Gees, will you slow down the house isn’t going anywhere.”

 

But he didn’t, he kept going his mind on the health of her hand and not on her two left feet.

 

Finally reaching her house, he opened the door and pulled her along to the kitchen. Putting his hands on her waist he picked her up and set her down on the island. Then he walked around to the side cabinet pulling out the first aid kit.

 

“Did you see the look on his face when I socked him? God, that was great! I’d love to do that again.”

 

Pulling out a stool, he sat down in front of her and then opened up the first aid kit. “Yeah well no more punching until this heals.” He took out the dry ice bag, cracked it open, jiggled it around then placed it on her knuckles.

 

She winced slightly, and then quietly watched him as he held the ice pack to her knuckles, scowling.

 

“He deserved it you know,” she quietly said.

 

“I know milsean, but next time let me or one of the guys handle it.”

 

She watched as he removed the ice pack and then with a towel cleaned up her knuckle. He took out the Neosporin and put some on.  Replacing the cap and putting it aside, he grabbed some gauze pad and placed it over her knuckles. Then taking out the tape he started to wrap it.  

 

His mind was in a whirlwind with everything that she had said to Riley.  It answered a lot of questions, the most important being whether or not sex was the answer to her problem. And the resounding answer to that was a big fucking yes.

 

She was sexually frustrated and it was taking its course. He could understand that.  He could barely go two days with out getting some sort of sexual release, at least the kind that didn’t exercise his hand.

 

Everything now made sense. The tension, the drinking, Spike, what happened in the hallway earlier in the evening; everything fell into place. He scowled, Spike was right he could probably hit on her now and she wouldn’t resist.

 

Fuck, don’t think about it…she might be horny and needy but she was still drunk. It would be the booze talking not her…shit, does it matter?

 

His scowl darkened.

 

Buffy watched him with a hunger that was dangerously growing with intensity. He held her hand in his big ones with incredible gentleness as he bandaged it up.  His touch felt hot to her skin, heavy with power yet it was butterfly light, each touch…tauntingly slow and appealing.   

 

Her gaze lifted to his face. He was bent over her hand but she could still make out the unhappy slope of his eyebrows and the angry pursing of his lips.  He was annoyed with something, probably her very unladylike actions toward Riley. His features were hard, almost cruel.  It was the same expression he had when he played hockey and for Buffy it was pure masculine beauty.

 

God, he is so fucking hot!

 

Her eyes darkened as they slowly slid closed, then opened only half way as she continued to watch him with heavy lids. A hunger that could not be denied kept growing steadily inside of her.

 

Angelus felt her staring at him and his body instantly tensed.  He tried not to think of the way it made him feel…desirable, burning, instead he concentrated on finishing what he was doing so he could run like the devil and put as much space in between them as he possibly could.

 

Christ, I can’t breath, I got to get out of here…

 

He finished and released her hand, putting the items back into the first aid kit. “It should be okay, it didn’t swell up to much. Tomorrow just unwrap it and put more Neosporin on it then…”

 

The warm palm on his cheek stopped him from speaking, stopped him from breathing. She tried to turn his face to look at her, but he resisted keeping his eyes on the first aid kit instead.

 

No, no more holding back…

 

Buffy would not be denied and he felt another warm palm on his other cheek.  She firmly grasped his head and swung him around to look at her.

 

He should have fought harder because what he looked into were eyes full of carnal need and desire.  Eyes that were heavy with lust…for him.  Eyes that told him he could resist all he wanted too but it would not matter…he would still fall.

 

“Why?”

 

Was her breathy question and his own answer was just as hoarse.

 

“Why what?”

 

“Why do we fight it?”

 

She asked one softly spoken and simple question but it wasn’t simple. It was misleading because it held deeper more insistent questions behind it, questions that he didn’t want to answer.  But the hand that slowly started to caress his cheek seemed to have all the answers, answers that against his better judgment would reveal themselves in full naked abandonment.

 

He looked deeply into her eyes as he answered her, his voice sounded gruff to his own ears and he shifted on the stool, still fighting the lure.

 

“You know why. Because I’m a chauvinistic womanizer with one too many notches on his bedpost and you have principles and hate that about me.”

 

Her head tilted to the side, her breath escaping her mouth more urgently, more desperately. “Funny, principles are the last thing on my mind right now.”

 

As her eyes darkened he knew that her words caused his own to deepen with need. 

 

“You have beautiful eyes, so dark, so…sensually wicked. I’ve always loved them.” She rasped.

 

Okay, time to leave…like now!

 

The stool’s legs scraped against the stone floor as he suddenly stood up and turned away from her.  He had too. Yes…this was what he wanted, her seeking him and not her best friend asking him for her, but he continued to fight it because she wasn’t herself. She was drunk. And no matter how much of a scoundrel he was he was not about to take advantage of a distressed and drunk friend because there could be no good morning after that.

 

“You’re drunk and you’re upset over Riley. Get some rest.”

 

His feet tried to carry him away from temptation as quickly as they could but they were stopped by the hand that grabbed his arm and turned him around.  He had no choice but to look down at her steady gaze and what he saw scared the hell out of him; determination, unrelenting, and full of everything that she wanted…sex…with him.

 

“I am drunk but I’m not upset and I’m not tired.  I want…”

 

She seemed to wrestle with what she wanted to say and what she knew she should not.

 

God please don’t say it…

 

When she finally spoke again her voice was clear and concise. Absolute.

 

“I want you.”

 

His eyes closed. His body was strung out so hard and so tight he thought he would snap.

 

Buffy didn’t wait for any kind of answer.  She knew the moment she started this wicked game that he would resist and she was ready to fight him with every weapon she had.

 

She stepped up into him. Pressing the front of her body against his, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. She leaned in and pressed her face against the tight tendons in his neck then she breathed in deeply. Pulling his pure male scent into her system she elicited a response in the form of a shaky exhale of hot air against his skin.

 

He trembled from the scorching heat of her breath and his voice shook with the effort that it took to hold back. “Buffy, you’re playing with fire.”

 

“I know.”

 

Her answer was blunt and yearningly mewling and he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips. He heard the finality in her voice.  She fully let herself go and the decision was followed up with a slow lick of his neck. His hands fisted at his sides.

 

“…I’m burning. I’m so hot, always so hot…aching…always aching…”   She whispered raggedly in between licks and little nibbles of his now sweating flesh.

 

All the words she’d spoken to Riley echoed in his head, over and over again and in his mind he responded to her exactly the way he longed to…

 

I’ll fuck you milsean, the way you should be fucked.  I’ll give you orgasm after mind blowing orgasm ‘til you can’t move anymore…

 

His now hard and aching member, a victim of her actions and his own perilous thoughts, pushed up against her belly and Buffy moaned loudly - a sound full of everything that he ever wanted to hear coming out of her mouth - as she slowly slid her belly back and forth across his eager and ready shaft.

 

Fuck, she’s going to kill me!

 

He felt her hands eagerly slide down his shoulders, feeling the wide expanse of his back in totality, then she slowly moved her fingers under the waistband of his swim trunks, gliding them back and forth and then dipping ever so lower. He tried one last time to halt her seduction.

 

 “Buffy you don’t want to do this; you’re going to hate yourself and me in the morning.”

 

She somehow managed to slide her hands to the front and then down, and before he knew it she had his turgid flesh in her hand.

 

His eyes closed, his breath exhaled dangerously jarring and broken. She stroked him once and then twice, her finger slid across the head, and she groaned with such wanton need that he knew even if she had come to her senses it would have been too late.

 

“I could never hate this, I want it too much,” she answered huskily and he was through fighting it anymore.

 

He growled and tore her hands off of his body.  He grabbed her face and forced her to look at up at him with one hand, as he effectively held her wrists behind her back with the other. He needed to make himself very clear.

 

“This isn’t going to be pretty Buff, I’m not going to make love to you, I’m going to fuck you, very hard, very fast, and many, many times over the course of the night. I’m giving you one last chance to stop me.”

 

His gaze was hard, pissed off, and full of pent-up sexual anger. It should have scared her; all it did was make her hotter and wetter.  

 

Her response was just as gruff as his, just as frustrated, and hearing it made his cock painfully swell even more.

 

“That’s all I want. I don’t want flowers. I don’t want words of love. I just want to feel, you, inside me…fucking me…please Angelus…”

 

His ears had never been filled with so much frantic need spoken in such a sweetly begging voice. It conquered his entire body with such force, such dominance, that he knew the game was up.

 

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he took two steps forward, slamming her up against the pole that separated the living room and the kitchen. Her arms rose and wrapped around the pole holding on as he grabbed her face and attacked her mouth. 

 

It was a kiss made to shatter a man’s self control and make a woman weep for more. It was all consuming, powerfully addictive, and neither one held back as they impatiently explored each other’s tastes and intimate wet touches.

 

He couldn’t linger though, frantic need drove him on and she seemed to identify with that. Balancing with one hand on his right shoulder she reached down and yanked his shorts down, as he reached down and pulled her bathing suit bottom to the right.  With one hand he gripped his cock and positioned himself at her entrance. Just as he pushed up…she sank down.

 

Their mouths that still clung to each other, each opened wide, their breaths exhaled into one another as they both groaned with euphoria. Expletive words of “Oh my God” and one throaty “Fuck” echoed off each other as Buffy’s body effortlessly opened and adjusted to his girth, finally and gloriously feeling the release it had sought for so long.

 

She convulsed around him, her inner walls squeezing him, coating him with her liberation. She threw her head back and shouted with elation, “YES!”

 

Angelus’ eyes rolled back into his head - fuck…her body was stupendously giving - he felt like he was impaling a vat of hot thick honey. And he soon discovered she was a complex creature as he continued to move inside of her. Never giving her a moment of reprieve he kept fucking her just like he said he would, hard and fast, taking and taking, and she kept coming, over and over again. Her body was artful, virgin tight yet illicitly wet and hot. It was too much, way too much for a man that had deprived himself of this particular desire for three fucking years.

 

“Sorry…going to…come!” He rasped loudly, thrilling her with his declaration, causing her body to respond once again by pouring over him in waves of sinfully delicious searing wetness.

 

He felt his balls tighten, waited till the last possible moment, then on the last mighty vibration rolling through him he pulled out and pressed his quaking cock against her belly. His movements never stopping, he gyrated against her and his warm hot cum landed on her skin. 

 

The warmth of his release seeped into her soul and she shouted a final throaty “YES!” from yet another intoxicating and all consuming orgasm.

 

Seconds ticked by, the house was once more hushed, except for the pants and breathy sounds of wonder that escaped their mouths. He leaned down and took her mouth in a hearty kiss of completion. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her too him, then kicked off his trunks as he climbed the stairs two at a time.

 

The jostling he made as he climbed the stairs yet again ignited the fire in Buffy. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest and her aching nipples raked skin.  She moaned, licking his ear, sending shock waves of pleasure rippling through him.

 

Finally reaching the bedroom, he walked over to the bed and dropped down, using his hands to balance them on the mattress. Buffy still clung to his chest but the moment she felt the bed on her back she relaxed her body and sank into the soft mattress.

 

Angelus hovered above her, admiring the beauty that lay underneath him. He couldn’t believe she was beneath him like this; it had been his fantasy for so long that he was almost dumbstruck with what to do next.

 

But then she moved.

 

Her leg came up and slowly started to rub against his calf. He looked down into her eyes, entranced as he watched them darken with passion once again.  Her hands started to stroke his back, nails scraping along his skin over to his shoulders where she made wide circles across the top, then she scratched them back down his back, raking his flesh.  His earlier ardor made him forget how tired he was but now as she continued to rake his back and shoulders she hit all the spots that had been aching, and it felt so damn good. He arched back into her hands purring with contentment.

 

Buffy smiled; flexing her fingers on top of his shoulders she switched methods and started to massage them digging deep into his straining muscles. His eyes were still closed and he was making the most erotic sound she ever heard that was turning her into mush. She loved it.

 

“You’re tired.” It wasn’t a question; it was simply a statement of truth.

 

He flexed his back, loving the way her able hands were touching him. She was better than the team’s masseuse. He nodded then rolled his head all around. He could feel his shoulders relaxing; his back not as tight, it was like she was kneading new life into him, restoring him, it put him in a serene and tranquil state of mind.

 

Buffy loved touching him this way.  She’d always imagined what it would feel like to have her hands on the rock hard body that she always admired but was never allowed to sample. He had been taboo to her. Something that was on the other side of that very thin line between friends and lovers, but now she’d crossed that line.  She had opened herself up and willingly crossed it, and was now in the lover category of his life, not just friend.

 

For some reason, she wasn’t all that bothered by it. She’d thought that she would be.  After all she’d held those stupid principles over her head like a damn mantle for so long and criticized him for the way he lived his life. But why?  If this was the kind of pleasure she would get from putting those ideals out the door then out the door they went, because this was way better then being a sexually frustrated righteous brat.

 

“That feels so good,” Angelus groaned as she hit a sore muscle.

 

She smiled with his response her eyes trailing down his chest to the bruises on his abdomen.  She moved forward and leaned up on her elbow pushing him back so he knelt on the mattress with one hand balancing him.  Her hands wandered over his rib cage, tenderly touching the bruises. Then she leaned forward and began to kiss each mark. She grazed him gently with her lips and then licked his abdomen. Kissing and licking every inch, her hands flexed into his lower back as excitement coursed through. Lust.  Need.

 

Tranquility disappeared the second he felt her mouth on his skin. His eyes opened and he watched her as she bent close and licked and then kissed him.  A rush of heat filled him, swelling him once more, demanding that he take her again. It was powerful and he went with it.

 

Dominantly, he pushed her back down to the mattress and her eyes unquestioningly looked up at his.  They were dangerous again, promises of wicked pleasure were staring her in the face. Her heart raced faster and she felt hot and sweaty in between her legs as eagerness eclipsed the soft mushy feelings she had just been feeling.  Her hands moved to his ass and her nails dug into his flesh, she pushed him against her as she arched off the bed and gyrated into his hard shaft that stood tall, ready to take and receive pleasure that she so badly wanted.

 

But he pushed her back down on the bed once more, not letting her entice him anymore with her sexy languid movements, and moved just slightly away from her.  He had deprived himself of her beauty for too long and he wanted to see it…all of it.  His eyes trailed down to her chest, seeing her still clothed in her bathing suit just wouldn’t do.  He needed naked skin, needed to feel her flesh against his.

 

Reaching behind her he slipped his hand under her back and she leaned up a little bit as his able fingers untied the strings.  Then he reached behind her neck and pulled the top off.

 

There they were, revealed in all of their naked glory to his starving eyes, two of the most perfect breasts he had ever seen…just like he knew they would be. Not too big. Not too small.  With the most beautiful perfectly pink nipples that were distended with excitement, waiting to be licked and nibbled on. His mouth watered.

 

“Fiorfe.”

 

He softly whispered right before he ducked his head and greedily took a swollen nipple in his mouth. He sucked feverishly as his hand that rested on her rib cage flexed against her skin in pure excitement. Her skin tasted so good. Her nipples were just so fucking perfect. His hand moved up to the underside of her breast, pushing it up he opened his mouth wider as he took as much of it as he possibly could inside his mouth.

 

“Oh…”

 

Buffy moaned, her hands coming up and digging into his hair. His mouth felt like heaven on her swollen breasts that had been screaming for attention for so long. She could feel her passion bubbling inside, heating up to a boiling point, she wanted him inside of her again, needed him to stroke her fevered body but she felt incapable of speech.  Thankfully the pleasure and the quantity of blinding sensations that roared through her sent her to a place where words were not necessary and bodies spoke for themselves.

 

As he ravaged her breasts he felt the way her body tighten, she wiggled restlessly on the bed, her legs rose and wrapped around his waist, rubbing his thighs.  She was impatient, and her eagerness spurred his lust. He groaned his approval with her responses. His movements became more frantic needing to reward her, needing to feel her heat wrapped around his cock once more.

 

His hand quickly moved down to her bathing suit bottoms. He grabbed them and then releasing her nipple with a pop, he lowered them kissing her skin as he did.  When he was eye level with her belly he spotted the thick white evidence of his release on her skin. It triggered the most violent spasm of lust that shot through him so incredibly powerful that his vocal chords allowed only one word to leave his mouth.

 

“Rubbers?”

 

“Table…bed…” She answered in between pants.

 

He leaned away from her and toward the table. Pulling the drawer open his hand quickly dug through it then pulled out a condom.  He ripped it open then pulled it out, all the while Buffy’s eyes watched his thighs flex with his movements, watched the ripple of muscles in his arms and abdomen as his body twisted to open the draw, and she groaned. “Oh God…hurry.”

 

He grunted his agreement, and then stopped short as he looked at the small rubber. 

 

What the fuck is this? Pinocchio’s glove? There’s no fucking way this little thing is fitting on me!

 

He turned his eyes to hers, which were sizzling and quizzical, holding up the rubber. “You weren’t kidding were you?” He asked, in reference to her little dick comment to Riley.

 

She laughed and the sound was so full of contentment and excitement that he had to smile too.  He threw it over his shoulder, discarding the small rubber. His smirk was full of decadence and his words were equally sinful. “I’m going to fuck you again milsean, then I’m going to run home and grab some real rubbers so I can fuck you some more.”

 

Buffy groaned like a starved woman writhing against him in complete wanton abandonment and a violent impatience that made her blood boil with need.

 

He dropped onto the bed, his knee resting on the edge, he stared at her pussy, so wet and inviting he was going to taste her, fully and resplendently, but not yet he was too hot for her. He needed to take her again, hard and fast – with no remorse.  He had to get all this repressed desire out of his system so he could take her a bit more leisurely without feeling like he was going to explode the second he entered her.

 

Buffy’s teeth clenched together as he once more smoothly and efficiently entered her, spreading her wide.  She was amazed how easily her body accommodated his large size.  She new she had to be tight, she hadn’t had sex in close to two months and Riley was no where near as equipped as Angelus was. But it didn’t matter she was dripping wet, her body a river of creamy lubricant coating his way inside her.

 

“Oh God, you’re so slick milsean, so fucking wet and hot…”

 

Angelus had never been a religious man but he thought that if there really was a heaven then surely this was what it would felt like.  Her tight wet sheath stretched perfectly around him, holding him inside of her.  It felt so damn good that he felt his cock lengthen and grow inside of her more, a clear indication that it was time to bang her hard.

 

And he did.

 

His pace was fluid and precise, just like the way he skated.  She smiled; she knew he would be just as relentless in bed as he was on the ice. Her smile faded though as he leaned down and took an aching nipple in his mouth sucking on it hungrily. She grabbed him to her, holding him tightly as her legs wound their way around his waist, holding him, riding with him the speed that he set.

 

But he wasn’t satisfied with that, and he growled at her as he sat back, slapped the insides of her thighs with his palms and then pushed her legs up in the air and out wide. He knew she was flexible so he pushed them out till she was practically in a split. Her pussy was wide open to his gaze and he watched as his cock sank inside, disappearing into her honey pot, then drawing all the way out with a beautiful white coating of juices on his skin.   He kept doing that, enticing his own lust as he watched himself fuck her. And like the first thrust every time his cock was visible it was wetter, creamier, she was an endless fountain of silken heat.

 

Buffy was wild with the erratic streaming emotions that attacked her endlessly. She was a slave to his every punishing thrust, needing more, needing all of him, and completely unashamed to say it.

 

“Yes…fuck me…harder…please…” She rambled on and on, telling him how good it felt.  How hard she wanted it. How fast he should go. Her words fueled his lust, driving him harder and faster, driving him insane with the need to take her, to pillage her body until she was bone dry.

 

He didn’t know how many times she came and neither did she. They were both too lost in the feelings their bodies so perfectly created together as they moved.   When he felt like he was going to come again, he leaned down, took a distended nipple in between his teeth and bit down. 

 

She screamed, her hands digging into his hair painfully, her nails scraping into his scalp as she violently shuddered against him.

 

One more perfect stroke of her flesh and he felt his balls tightening, he pulled out, just as he came, and pushed against her belly, riding out the orgasm as it rocked his world. He bit down on her neck and sucked hard with no hesitation as he moved against her.  Little by little his mouth relaxed till he released her flesh entirely then he pressed light kisses to her skin as his hips finally slowed.

 

They lay still, he released the grip he had on her legs and they fell to the bed like dead weight, her thighs shaking and her chest heaving, seeking air to enter her numb body.

 

“Jesus Angelus, if this is how you always fuck, it’s no wonder you’re a whore.”

 

It was the thought in her head and as she felt the shake of his shoulders and heard his muffled chuckle, she realized she’d spoken out loud. “Shit, did I just say that out loud?”

 

He leaned up and kissed her deeply, lightly nipping at the corners of her mouth, all the while keeping his eyes open and looking into hers, which were smiling back at him. “You did milsean. Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

 

They stared at each other their minds thinking the same thoughts but neither one willing to speak the words. 

 

The perfect fit...never felt anything like that…more…want more…

 

They couldn’t hold back their contented smiles.

 

“I feel like we’re being very naughty.” Buffy said her voice was light and carefree.

 

“Naughty is good.” He added with a kiss to her beating pulse point.

 

She arched her neck back, her hands running up and down his sweaty back, purring her answer. “Mmm…very good.”

 

The sound she made was as effective as her delicate finger flicking the switch. He pulled back because if he didn’t he was going to fuck her again and he had already played Russian roulette twice tonight. He didn’t want to take anymore chances.

 

He tweaked her nose and then stood up. He looked at her, one long sensual look of promises and delights, and his voice was warm and low, chillingly uncompromising when he spoke. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

 

Buffy sensually stretched with a smile of radiance on her face. She answered and once more her words were laced with the low hum of sex, feeding his lust and his dominate side with her submissive reply.

 

“Mmm…yes, sir.”

 

He ogled her nakedness for two more seconds then quickly ran down the stairs, stepped into his trunks, pulled them on and ran out the door.

 

He took a second to peek down the block. The fire was still roaring and he could make out all the people that were still on the beach.  Good, no reason for everyone on the block to know what was going on in the little house.

 

As Angelus jolted across the street to retrieve some real-man condoms, Buffy lay on the bed exactly where he left her. She was trying to search for a word that described exactly what she was feeling in that moment but she couldn’t because there wasn’t just one word.  She was feeling too many things at once and they were all fuzzy.  Although not all were unclear, some she recognized. She knew she felt content.  She knew that she had just been thoroughly fucked and her body was now completely relaxed into blissful submission. She also knew that there was not one ounce of regret in her drunken mind for giving in. She didn’t care, and the bliss that freedom created was sublime in itself if it weren’t for the exasperation she felt for not giving in sooner. The only emotion she couldn’t decipher, even though it was blindingly clear, was the sense of…familiarity.  

 

The second their mouths had latched on to each other downstairs she had been hit with a surge of recognizable lightening. It was that emotion that completely baffled her now.

 

She contently stretched again, then slid herself up the bed and fell back against the pillows. She sighed dreamily.  God he was amazing. She had never in her life felt such satisfaction from sex.  In the past she had always found it difficult to achieve orgasm, her body had never responded so quickly before to just a kiss or a touch. She had always needed some sort of foreplay before entry.

 

Not so tonight.

 

She had been so wet for him that he just slipped right inside of her with ease. Amazing considering that he was a very well endowed man and she hadn’t had sex in a while. Then when he did she had exploded instantly.  It was so different from her usual reaction that she felt like she had just experienced sex for the first time.

 

She chalked it up to two factors. The first being, that she had been so horny for so long that her quick response was just the natural reaction she would have to finally getting laid. The other factor was that he definitely had skills. She licked her lips.

 

Yes, sir…ree…Bob, the boy definitely had skills…

 

She instantly felt flushed as she thought about those skills and she wanted more. His statement from before echoed in her head; he was going to come back up here and take her again, and then most likely take her again, and then probably take her again, and…she couldn’t wait.

 

Her eyes closed, her mouth parted slightly as her breath exhaled in short quick pants.  She’d just had the most amazing, and multiple orgasms, and she was once again hot as Hades for him.  Her hand lay on her belly, relaxed; her fingers lightly stroked her skin, as she remembered every succulent stroke that had played her aching body so superbly. As she did, she didn’t hear him come inside the house. She didn’t hear the heavy eager footsteps that climbed the stairs. She felt only the hungry need growing inside of her.

 

Angelus stood at the edge of the bed his eyes soaking in her perfection. God she was so beautiful, her body so sexy that he felt the stirring of life in his groin again. It was not as incessant as it was before and he thanked God because now he could take his time with her. Explore every inch of the flawlessness that lay open to him like a book ready to be read and embraced. He had pleasured countless women in his life and he enjoyed them all. But he knew that the body that lay so bare before him now would be his greatest exploration.

 

She felt the bed dip and then a hand on her ankle, lifting her leg up in the air as moist lips kissed her skin.  She opened her eyes and looked at him, those black eyes drilled into hers and she swallowed as a tingle of uneasiness licked her nerves.  She saw him now not as a friend, but as the seducer that he really was, and she knew that she was about to be ravaged again, but this time it was going to be excruciatingly deliberate.

 

While he held her gaze he kissed a path down her leg as his hand glided over smooth skin and he thought of everything she had said to Riley. Then he thought of Spike’s request to sleep with her, of how tense she had been lately, her drinking, everything replayed in his head as he watched her eyes become slits, her chest rising and falling, her nipples once more erect with excitement.  She was primed and ready for taking again and he was determined to give her everything she needed.  He was going to despoil her until she was out of her mind with pleasure. Fuck her until her throat was scratchy from her screams of bliss.  Take her over and over again until his body was scratched bloody from her nails digging into his back.

 

Tonight she was not his friend. Tonight she was his victim. 

 

It was going to be so fucking good.

 

She read everything he was telling her with his hungry gaze and her eyes must have reflected the sudden uneasiness that settled in her belly.

 

He smirked at her.

 

“Having second thoughts?” He quietly asked as he kissed her kneecap.

 

Her eyes watched his tongue as it came out and circled her knee, she shivered from the light wet touch, and she was bold with her answer. “No. I was just wondering how long I was going to get teased for.”

 

He chuckled then let his hand run down her thigh and to the V between her legs, his finger grazing the side of one engorged lip. His smiled disappeared as he watched her eyes become heavy, heard her panting becoming shallower.

 

“That depends on you,”

 

He rolled his finger down her slit, marveling at the tiny dew drops that glistened on her flesh.

 

“…and how much you can take before you’re begging me to fuck you.”

 

Is that all he wanted? Shit I’ll beg right now if it would get him back inside of me again.

 

Rolling his finger back up, he circled her clit.

 

Her back arched, her head fell back and her eyes closed. “Oh…God that feels so good.”

 

Hearing her words he smiled like the devil. There was nothing more salacious than talking during sex. For him it was a weapon, that when used properly, resulted in volatile explosions of the body and he knew how to use it. So he smiled as she revealed to him what she was feeling, or specifically, what he was making her feel. It made him feel powerful and he knew that this time, the words spoken would affect him as much as it would his partner.

 

“Do you like that?”

 

She relaxed once more against the mattress, her eyes opening; she looked right at him when she answered.  “Yes.”

 

He looked down at his finger as he explored her folds.  She was so fucking flawless here too.  He’d waited long enough. His face took on a note of seriousness as he kissed his way down the inside of her thigh not stopping until he finally reached his goal.

 

He settled himself in between her legs, his hands splayed across the inside of her thighs then slid down to the sides of her core.  He pushed her folds together, then spread them wide, she moaned her hands landed on his shoulders and she squeezed them.

 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long.” He quietly said as he once more pushed her flesh together then spread them wide. He licked his lips as he watched a drop of white candy spill out of her core and roll down her crevice. So fucking beautiful. His tongue came out and grabbed it before it disappeared into the sheets, he tasted it on the top of his tongue and he groaned with the exquisiteness.

 

“Mmm…like strawberries and cream.”

 

The feeling of his wet tongue touching the most fevered part of her body was like a keg of dynamite exploding inside of her. Buffy moaned loudly, her hands squeezed his shoulders harder, and her hips rose off the bed and toward his mouth. “Yes…please…”

 

God she sounded so fucking needy her voice rolled over him so sweetly, begging…suppliant. He loved to hear women beg but that sound coming from her lips was overwhelming. He groaned with pure abandonment and he moved into her core with zeal.

 

The second his mouth latched on to her heat she arched again, her hands now in his hair, caressed his scalp as he tasted every inch of her wet flesh.  His hands continued to push her folds together, where he kept her that way running his tongue up and down the engorged flesh. Then he spread them wide and licked down to her hole where he thrust his tongue inside of her.

 

She was so hot, so wet, that was all it took. She pushed his head into her, her legs came together and painfully squeezed him as she came. Gloriously so. Weeping with the release that consumed her entire essence.

 

Angelus groaned with her, as he held her ass in his palms and continued to taste her as she exploded around his mouth and on his tongue. God, he had never tasted anything like her before.  And he wanted more.

 

“OH GOD YES!” She screamed, her body trembling all around him but he couldn’t stop.

 

She fell back on the bed, her eyes closed, her hands still in his head, petting him.  He pulled his tongue out of her and then lightly ran it up her wet slit, and she jumped, “Oh…” then he moved up to her clit, again touching it with light quick taps as his fingers moved to replace his tongue, he slid three in at once as he kept tapping her sensitive nub. 

 

She started to thrash wildly, her body trembling with each thrust of his finger, each delicate tap on her clit.  It was pure torture and she exploded again.  She jumped violently off the bed but his palm was there on her belly pushing her back down, holding her in place as he continued to pleasure her mercilessly.

 

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, of her pure audacious reactions; it feed his lust and his ego.  He just wanted more.

 

After the last orgasm, he slowed his pace; his tongue was flat and lapped at her heat like a dog licking a bone.

 

Once she caught her breath she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes glazed with passion as she looked down at his dark head and her fingers that ran through his hair, it was so soft she loved playing with it.

 

He looked up at her, seeing her so close. Her eyes flamed with heat as she saw his mouth glistening from the many orgasms she had, she groaned feeling incredibly wanton. She caressed his cheek and her voice was unlike anything she had ever heard come out of her mouth.  “Kiss me.”

 

The guttural command was laced with raw passion and need, and he leaned up as she leaned down. They meet in the middle but before he could plunder her mouth, her tongue came out and she licked his face, cleaning him of her juices, all the while holding his gaze.

 

It was erotic.

 

It was sensual.

 

It made his dick so hard and his balls so tight that he groaned in pain.  He wanted to pleasure her more but he had to fuck her, he had to be inside of her again.  He sat up and then pushed her down, reaching over he grabbed a condom and opened it, pulling it out. He took it in his hand ready to slide it on but she grabbed it from him.

 

“Let me.”

 

She pushed him back so he was on his haunches as she sat up. She gripped the base of his cock, hard, squeezing him, he moaned as he watched her but it quickly turned to a shout of pleasure as her mouth engulfed his head. 

 

She readjusted her position on the bed as she hungrily moaned around him as she held him in her hand. She sucked him hard, her tongue circling the sensitive skin under the foreskin.

 

It was too much and way too fucking good.  He gripped her hair and yanked her head back. Perplexed glassy green eyes looked up to into dark raving mad eyes. “Don’t. I’ll come.”

 

She smiled her understanding. “Nice to know that the master can be the victim too.” She brazenly said. She gave him one last lick and then rolled the condom on his cock while her other hand stroked his balls.

 

It was too much attention to a part of his body that was swollen to a painful degree. He grabbed her hand away from him. He took her face in his hands and he kissed her hard. Then without a word he turned her around and pushed her back down on the bed, face first.   He leaned over her with his cock in his hand as slide himself in between her ass cheeks. Sending shivers of want down her spine he whispered urgently in her ear. “I’ve waited three years for this Buff, you on your stomach and at my mercy as take you from behind.  You better hold on because I’m going to take you for a long and overdue ride, one that you’ve never been on before.”

 

She didn’t know what the hell that could mean, considering he had already given her more pleasure then she had ever experienced before. But he proved her wrong on so many levels.

 

She thought he would enter her quickly then take her with hard fast thrusts. But he did the complete opposite.

 

He started with an excruciatingly slow pace, sliding inside her moist folds then gradually pulling out, he repeated it over and over again, each glide was precise and artfully unhurried. They were strokes meant to excite, small probes of her flesh meant to drive her body into lustful overload. And it did, masterfully so.  She was reminded of her thoughts of the other day about slow sex, and a small chuckle of inappropriate amusement slipped from her lips.

 

“Something funny milsean?” His voice was gruff, tinged with all the self control it took for him to take her so leisurely.

 

She smiled languorously, “No. I was just thinking that slow sex isn’t so bad.”

 

He grinned, as he sank back inside of her. “Mmm, well if you’re still capable of thought than I must be doing something wrong.”

 

She chuckled, her ass automatically lifted and pushed back against him, seeking more as he slid out. “No, you’re doing everything right.”

 

He sank back inside of her, his lips kissing her back once he was fully seated. “I can feel that, you’re so fucking wet Buffy, so hot.”

 

Her smile disappeared as words ceased and slow unhurried motions continued. She had no idea how long he took her that way, but by the end she had not one coherent thought in her head. Her body was completely numb from how many times she had cum, and they weren’t even explosively shocking orgasms. No, they were as sweet and as unhurried as his strokes were. Each one numbing her mind and body a little more until she couldn’t feel anything below her waist.

 

“How do you feel now milsean?” He asked her.

 

She heard the strain in his low, deep voice. “Feel? I don’t think I can feel anything any more.” She sluggishly said and he grinned, evilly.

 

“No?”

 

Then without any warning he slammed inside of her hard, then pulled out and slammed back in. His angry entry stunned her back into reality.

 

“Can you feel that?”

 

Her eyes were wide open, her hands gripping the sheets, “Oh God yes...every fucking inch.”

 

He purred with her answer then he wasted no time in living up to what he promised her, as he took her on the best ride of her life.

 

With each hard rocking his body fitfully made, the feelings just being inside of her created within him were amazing and so unlike anything he’d ever felt before that it was just completely indescribable to him. She was extraordinary, her body an endless source of pleasure that selflessly gave back to him with every thrust he gave her.  She kept coming, over and over again, like a river of molten fire that was scorching his cock each time she let loose with another wave.  He’d never in his life felt so insatiable. He was riding her, he was about to have another explosive release, and he knew that he it would not be enough.

 

Never enough…

 

As Buffy zoned out in the intoxicating beauty of another rippling, mind altering orgasm Angelus finally let go. His body heaved into hers and he shouted with ecstasy from the release that spiraled out of control, blinding him with its intensity. It was better this time because he was gloved and he could stay inside of her, deeply rocking, riding out the wave of pleasure that was coursing through him like a hurricane. 

 

When his body finally slowed he placed a kiss on the side of her neck and then pulled out and rolled to the side of the bed next to her. He lay on his back. He threw a hand over his closed lids and took deep, deep breaths.

 

Fuck, this must be what a heart attack feels like.

 

After a few minutes he heard the steady soft sound of her breathing.  He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

 

She was still on her stomach, facing him, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly opened as she slept.  He couldn’t help but grin with masculine pride. She’d passed out from the pleasure, well that plus she was drunk.

 

He got up and removed the rubber throwing it in the trash. Then he rolled her gently to the other side of the bed. He pulled the sheets back and then gently rolled her back and pulled the sheets over her. She snuggled into them, sighing, with a slight smile on her face. He caressed her cheek, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Then he got in on the other side, sliding under the sheets, he closed his eyes.

 

He’d give her an hour to sleep before he’d wake her up and take her again. He hadn’t been lying to her and he hadn’t been lying to himself. He knew once he had her, he wouldn’t be able to stop; he had suppressed his desires for way too long. The monster was now set free and he couldn’t hold him back any more.

 

Shit, he didn’t even want to.

 

She had been an amazing lover. Her responses had been pure and reckless, wild.  She was a wanton vixen with a passionate fiery nature that rivaled his own. Spike had been right; she was nothing what he thought she would be like, and he was pleased and, once more, completely, aroused.

 

Forget about sleeping now…

 

Sleep was a foreign word to him. He was exhausted but his body was still too aroused to find any kind of restful peace, because he was too hungry and way too impatient. He should give himself something else to look at besides her supple body lying next to his that only increased his ardor.

 

Sighing, he stood up and stretched, then walked over to the window and looked out.

 

Pulling the curtain back, he looked down the block. The gang was returning from the beach. He scowled.

 

What time was it?

 

He turned and looked at the clock. It was four a.m. He was pretty sure that Buffy didn’t want their friends to know what transpired between them tonight and he was damn certain that he didn’t want them to know either. There was a good chance that one of them would check up on her before they went in for the night. If they found him upstairs and Buffy naked in bed, there could only be one logical conclusion.

 

Time for a little defense…

 

Thinking fast, he threw on his swim trunks and ran down the stairs. Throwing the TV on, he lay down on the couch just as the door opened and Spike walked in.

 

Meanwhile, hearing footsteps running down the stairs, Buffy’s eyes snapped opened. 

 

Was he leaving? Already?

 

Getting out of bed, she walked over to the closet and put her robe on, taking a condom with her she put it in her pocket. She wasn’t ready to call it a night and if she had to she would persuade him to stay longer.  Slipping it into the pocket of her robe she walked over to the stairs. Just as her foot hit the first step she heard voices.  She took two more steps then plastered herself up against the wall, and listened.

 

“Hey.”

 

Buffy frowned as she listened to her best friend walk in. Anxiety filled her. Fear that Angelus would tell Spike what was going on gripped her heart.

 

Great, just freaking great!

 

“Hey man.” Angelus feigned a yawn and stretched. “What time is it?”

 

“It’s four. How’s our little Ali?” Spike asked with a grin on his face as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

 

“She’s passed out upstairs…sleeping it off,” he nonchalantly answered.

 

Buffy’s eyes widened with surprise, the grip around her heart lessened. The anxiety left and was replaced with gratefulness and relief. He didn’t tell him. He lied. But why? She had been certain he would brag to Spike.

 

Why didn’t he?  Isn’t that what Casanova’s did?

 

Spike eyeballed him. For some reason this scenario just seemed…off. “You’ve been here the whole time? Watching TV?”

 

“Yeah, I figured I’d stay in case she got sick or needed something you know. And then I fell asleep, just woke up about ten minutes ago.”

 

Spike nodded, took a drink of his beer, all the while searching his friends face for any sign of deceit. He was disappointed that he didn’t see anything but tiredness. He had secretly been hoping that something would occur between his two friends. “O…kay.”

 

He quickly guzzled the rest of his beer, when it was finished he placed it on the counter. “Well I just wanted to make sure she was okay, Faith was worried.” He headed toward the door. “Alright mate, I’ll see you tomorrow at Owen’s.”

 

“Okay, later,” Angelus answered.

 

Spike left, closing the door behind him.

 

Angelus got off the sofa and walked up to the window. Peering outside he watched Spike walk inside the house next door. He exhaled the breath he hadn’t even been aware that he’d been holding. Spike was shifty and he was smart. Angelus couldn’t believe that he didn’t sense something weird going on. He smirked as he locked the door.

 

I guess I can always be an actor if I can’t play hockey anymore…

 

Turning around, he stopped smiling.

 

Buffy stood on the last step in that sexy purple robe she always plagued him with.  The only difference between now and the usual way she wore it was that now it wasn’t closed. The purple ties hung at her sides, dangling - completely useless - and the robe was partially open, revealing resplendently naked flesh.   His mouth went dry and he resisted the urge to reach down and grab his swelling shaft.

 

She’s so fucking sexy…shit, I need a drink…

 

“Hey.”  He barely got it out, his mouth was so dry. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a beer he quickly opened it and slugged it down.

 

“Hey yourself.” She softly answered. 

 

Buffy’s eyes followed him, absorbing him.  She was feeling oddly emotional at the moment.  She was still a bit stunned that he did what he did. She didn’t quite understand it.

 

“Why did you do that?” She asked as she took the final step down.

 

He shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d want anyone to know.”

 

He didn’t turn around when he answered and her eyes remained on his back. She watched the muscles in his arms flex as he took another drink.  His answer took her by surprise.  It wasn’t the answer she would expect from an arrogant player, and she was suspicious.

 

“I don’t get it.”

 

He turned around then, a question on his face. “What don’t you get?”

 

“You. You just passed up a golden opportunity to brag, and you didn’t. So I want to know why?”

 

He frowned at her, “Is that what you think I do?  Boast about my sex life?”

 

She shrugged, “Isn’t that what all players do?”

 

He didn’t like her observations but then again what else would she think. She knew what he was about and she was a woman in a man’s world. She heard shit like that every day so it made sense that she would think the same of him. It was probably the reason she slammed the door shut on him. Still, though he couldn’t blame her for thinking that he took offense to it nonetheless and the anger on his face showed it.

 

“No. I don’t.  I thought you knew me better than that.”

 

She blushed slightly. What the hell was she thinking?  She did know him and she knew that the bragging she heard on a daily basis from the team and all the other men she worked with never once came out of his mouth.

 

God, I’m freaking paranoid…

 

She turned away and walked over to the couch and sat down. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me. I just…we didn’t talk about…this, and I jumped to conclusions. I guess I’m just feeling a little worried about the whole thing.”

 

He walked over and sat down on the couch next to her. “What are you worried about?” He shifted so he sat facing her, his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers grazing her silk covered shoulder.

 

“This. I mean what does this mean?” She turned and looked at him. “We crossed a line tonight and I don’t know where that leaves us.”

 

“Does it have to mean anything?” He asked.

                                                                                                                        

She looked down at her hands; her face was so soft, so unsure. Reaching over he gently took hold of her chin and turned her face to look at him.

 

“Buffy, we’re still friends. Just because we took pleasure from each other’s bodies shouldn’t change anything between us. I don’t want it too.” He admitted.

 

She read the sincerity in his eyes and the edginess left her. “So this is just between you and me?”

 

His finger caressed the side of her face and his eyes looked deeply into hers when he answered her. “Just between you and me.”

 

A smile of warmth and gratitude graced her face, lighting it with the freedom she felt inside. It was so bright, so radiantly sparkling with a plentitude of emotions that it reached down inside of him, soothing his own anxiety of the evening’s events.  He hadn’t realized that underneath the lust and the starvation that he had so thoroughly fed this night that he too had been feeling unsure of what tomorrow would bring. But reassuring her also reassured him, he smiled back at her.

 

He sat there smiling at her and touching her face.  He was being so sweet to her that it almost didn’t even seem like him. Not that he wasn’t normally sweet. He was always charming and cleverly engaging but it was also always laced with sarcasm and sometimes a little bit of cruelty. He was showing her a side of him that she never would have thought existed and that made her feel foolish. She had jumped to so many conclusions about him just because she didn’t agree with the way he lived his life. How could she call herself a friend? How could she claim to have ever really known him? While he seemed to know her better then she thought he did.

 

Some friend you are…

 

God, he had given her so much tonight. Had pleasured her till her body had become numb, over and over again, using his body to erase months of tension and oppressive stress that had been slowly killing her.  She felt so different, so free, and it was all because of him.  And he had absolutely no idea.

 

That insight triggered an overwhelming amount of tenderness in her – for him - that needed to be expressed in the most clear-cut way.  And she knew exactly how to do that.

 

Angelus McBain was a primal, aggressive lover, a master at extracting the most erotic sensations from a woman’s body. It was who he was.  It was heady to be around someone with that much prowess. There was a definite liberation in being taken in such a way and she absolutely loved it.  But it also made her wonder what a man like that really thought and felt inside. Giving pleasure the way he did was a sure sign of someone who was confident in his abilities as a lover but what about tenderness and the lack of, what did that mean? 

 

His complexities ran deep and she doubted if she would ever truly know him, he let you see only what he wanted you to see and she was okay with that. He was right this night didn’t have to mean anything than what it was…two friends, giving to each other, and now it was time to give to him. He might have fucked her, but she was going to show him with her body how much she treasured his friendship and his benevolence. She was going to make love to him.

 

She reached over and touched his face with both hands, cradling him in the warmth of her palms. Her eyes were smoky as she leaned over to him, whispering softly, “Thank you”, before her lips gently took his in a kiss that was as soft as silk.

 

Slowly and sensually she slid her lips across his. The feather light touch took him by surprise and he was spellbound, unable to do anything but sit there and just feel how delicately she tasted him. It started a slow simmering of passion in his groin and just when he felt it ready to heat up another degree, she stopped and pulled away, leaving him feeling like he was missing something.

 

She smiled then and stood up, her hand pressed against his chest as she pushed him back against the couch.  Her eyes were mystifying with a torrent of emotions that he couldn’t read. It confused him and excited him all at the same time.

 

Placing her hands on his thighs she pushed them apart then stood in between them.  Her eyes were riveted to his and he swallowed, suddenly feeling very hot and very…vulnerable.

 

Her hand lifted and she touched her cheek, then grazed it down her neck to the top of the robe where it split open.  Her eyes were intimately probing his seeking the reaction she wanted, seeing his darken with lust, she smiled.

 

Now I have his attention…

 

Continuing with her seduction, her hand moved down her chest, her finger slowly sliding to the right and under the robe, grazing the underside of her breast, her head fell back as heady sensations started to seep inside of her.

 

Angelus was breathing hard now, his eyes riveted on her fingers as she touched herself under the robe. She looked absolutely magnificent and she looked dangerous as all hell.

 

She’s seducing me…

 

The knowledge made his eyes expand with surprise. This was something new for him. He was usually the seducer not the other way around. More often than not the women that came to his bed wanted to be taken roughly, they wanted to be seduced. He’d never had a problem with that because for him there was no better feeling in the world than pleasuring a woman till she couldn’t move. He did have a very healthy – probably too healthy – ego and that fed it exceedingly well.  It was very rarely that he ever had a lover that wanted to seduce him. 

 

Clearly that was not the case now.

 

Now as he sat there stone still, unable to move in his mesmerized state, he felt a slight frisson of fear. He knew that what he was about to experience would be life altering and that fear made him want to push her away. Take back the control, take it out of her hands but…he couldn’t move. 

 

She seemed to understand that, but she didn’t take pity on his mixed up emotions, she attacked him instead using his own weapon against him.

 

“Do you like what you see Angelus?” She asked him, her voice was purring with saucy heat that seduced him all on its own.

 

He answered her gratingly, his cock swelling to a painful degree. “Yes.”

 

She looked down to see the rise in his crotch and she chuckled, a pure sensualistic sound that only fevered him more.

 

She slid her hand lower down to her belly and then she dipped down to her core. Her finger grazed her slit and the touch sent heat spiraling through her. She heard her own breath as it started to pant and she knew she had to relax and take deep breaths or she was going to end up seducing herself.

 

She closed her eyes, took that needed breath of control, and then removed her finger from her core. Sliding it back up her belly, she laid her hands flat on her chest and then slowly moved them over to her breasts, sliding the robe completely open in the process. 

 

Her beauty was all there for his hungry gaze to see, and he avidly watched as she cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together.

 

“Oh God…”

 

I’m in so much trouble…

 

Buffy smiled carnally at him, hearing his reaction excited the shit out of her. She had never in her life been so provoking, so bold with a lover before, but the amount of pleasure she was getting just from seeing his reaction was astonishing.  In that moment she understood the beauty of seduction, how alluring it was for not only the seduced but the seducer. It was powerful. And she liked it.

 

Wickedness entered her soul, the need to lay him low was consuming and she just rolled right with it.

 

It seemed like slow motion to Angelus as he watched the robe slip off her shoulders and land like a puddle of purple silk at his feet.  She knelt down before him placing her hands on his knees, and then they slid up his thighs and to the waistband of his trunks.  She didn’t look at his face; her attention was fully fixated on his Johnson that was proudly parading himself like a peacock before her.

 

But he watched her face.

 

He watched as it grew hungrier, he watched as her pupils dilated and the light green of her eyes turned to a dark moss of passion. Then he watched as her tongue came out and slowly licked her lips. He loved that. It was such an involuntary action that it was untainted stimulation. 

 

“Alainn.”

 

Buffy heard the raspy Gaelic word and it shot desire straight to her core.  She looked up at him and he almost flinched from the rapaciousness he read in every line of her face. He did flinch however when he felt her hand pull down his sweats and grab his dick.

 

“You were very generous with me earlier Angelus, and I feel the need to give that generosity back to you.”  She looked down at the thick long member she held in her hand. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw him.” 

 

Her voice sounded far off, remembering the day in the locker room, and he moaned with fevered anticipation and anxiety.  He had dreamed about this for so fucking long that he was afraid the second she took him into her mouth he would come.

 

Keep your shit together McBain, don’t embarrass yourself…

 

Without another word she lowered her head and sucked on the mushroom tip of his cock. It was so hot, so wet and so fucking good that his hips lurched off the couch. His eyes closed as his head fell back against the pillow. He couldn’t watch her; if he did he’d surely demean himself.

 

But he had to feel her. 

 

His hands rose and sank into her soft hair and started to massage her scalp. And his words, though stiff and discordant, expressed how much he was enjoying it.

                

“That feels so amazing.”

 

Buffy moaned around him, her core now painfully throbbing. He tasted so good, like cinnamon and chocolate, and when her tongue picked up the precum that just spilled out, she tasted excellence.  That perfection elicited another guttural moan, this one much louder that vibrated around his cock as her hands painfully dug into his knees.

 

“Oh God!” He rasped.

 

Buffy had given head plenty of times before but she had never been so stimulated by it before now, and she couldn’t stop tasting him.  She swooped down and engulfed his entire length in her mouth. Grabbing the base she moved her hand in unison with her mouth as they bobbed together in a rhythm that was bringing him to the edge.

 

She felt his hands twist painfully in her hair, heard the intake of his breath, felt his balls tightened and she pulled back, slowing her pace, licking his shaft instead of deep throaty pulls…delaying his release. And as he had done to her, she gave him back the same torment…over and over again.

 

She was killing him.

 

His hands, now digging into the couch, ripped the fine chemise fabric and gouged into the pillow. His head was pushing back painfully against the couch causing the muscles in his neck to strain with tension.

 

He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand the violent emotions, the turbulent brutal passion that took control of him and would not relent.  He was a victim of the raw hot ecstasy that paralyzed his body and soul, so adrift in the unhinged recesses of his mind that he did something that he never, ever did before…

 

“Buffy…please…”

 

He begged.

 

Buffy was so turned on that she was in complete agreement with him. She released him, dug into the pocket of her robe, pulled out a condom, had it on him, and then before Angelus knew what hit him, she was straddling him, her thighs pressing against his waist and he was completely encased in her tight hot sheath.

 

“Oh God!”

 

They moaned together, completely blown away by how unbelievably good their joining felt.

 

With his shaft fully seated inside of her, she sat still, watching his face, giving him time to calm down before she once more titillated his senses. She also used the time to settle her own frazzled nerves.  She was so hot for him, and he felt so fucking perfect inside of her, that she fought the urge to just let it all go. This wasn’t about her, this was about him and she wanted to fully concentrate on his pleasure, sense the slightest changes in his body so she could torture him properly.

 

When she felt that she had somewhat of a grasp on her own passions, she leaned down and licked the rim of his ear and then she blew into it slowly, finishing up her play with a saucy whisper of his own words.  “Hold on.”

 

Placing her hands on his shoulders she lifted herself up then slowly slid back down.  She started with slow glides up and down his shaft. On the down stroke she stilled - his cock fully seated inside of her - she rolled her hips around then moved forward then back, all the while squeezing her inner muscles around his girth.

 

He hissed from the intense sensations she was creating. The friction was so good, so unlike anything he’d felt before. She was wrapped so tight around him but her juices were flowing, constantly coating him in creamy hot goodness which gave her complete control over his cock. Maneuvering him wherever she wanted him and riding him with whatever provocative and measured gear she chose to use.

 

Angelus was panting heavily, with each movement she made his moans got louder. His heart beat faster. His body undulated beneath her, pushing up when she stilled, pushing as deep as he could possibly go. But it wasn’t deep enough and he started to growl with impatience. He wanted more. He needed more.  But she held him down with a strength he didn’t knew she had. Her fingers pressed painfully into his shoulders keeping him still as she toyed with his flaming arousal.

 

“How does that feel?” She asked as she sat still then leaned forward and tongued his ear.

 

“Good…so fucking good.”

 

She grinned, her hand rose and she cupped his cheek. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over his bottom lip.

 

His eyes snapped open, his hands gripped her face and he rammed his tongue down her throat, his hips violently jerking off the couch as she lifted up and away from the deepness that he so wanted to penetrate.

 

As he increased the kiss, she suddenly pulled back, arching back she pressed down on him again, once more fully seating him.

 

“Oh fuck yes…” He hissed.

 

With his eyes open and her beautiful breasts so persistently in his face he couldn’t resist what she offered.

 

Leaning up he wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his mouth to one pert nipple. He suckled her hard. Taking her nipple in between his teeth he rolled it gently then bit down just a little bit.

 

Buffy’s hands were in his hair holding him tight, his actions caused a ripple affect and her body picked up it’s pace. But she got annoyed; she was running this ride, not him.

 

She pushed him back, but he held on to her nipple till the very last minute, pulling on it as she pushed him away. She cried out from the slight pain that created the most incredible pleasure that shot through her breasts and down her spine. His mouth made a pop as he finally released it then he fell back against the couch. She pressed her palms once more on his shoulders. She looked at him; her eyes were dark, perilous and confidently in control once more, as she lifted herself up and slammed down on him with all her strength.

 

“Ah, fuck!” He screamed loud as Buffy’s head rolled back and she let out a deep hoarse cry of her own. “OH!”

 

After that, she took him to a world he had never been before. She rode him with precise snaps of her hips, hard downward strokes, then squeezing him merciless on the upstrokes. She alternated her motion from slow to medium to fast, taking every inch of him inside of her tight sheath over and over again.

 

Angelus was out of his mind with rapture, his body was humming, he saw stars behind his eyes as the pressure that had been building in his loins had reached its breaking point. And then she thrust down with a slow deep steady stroke and it was all he could take.

 

“I’m going to come!”

 

His hands slapped against her waist, his fingers dug into her skin, he lifted her up then forcefully pushed her down – hard – as he pushed up and rotated his own hips, climaxing. As he moved against her his pelvic bone rubbed her clit, setting off her own release.

“YES!”

 

Buffy screamed as she followed him down the road to enlightenment, the road of pure climatic bliss, where the only thing that was felt was the pulsating throbs that tore through their bodies rocking together in one fluid motion.

 

After a few moments of shaking limbs and breathy exhales of wonder, Buffy fell forward on his chest and rested her head against his sweaty skin.  Her hands lightly skimmed his rib cage.  She could hear the rapid beat of his heart and she felt every beat against her own as his chest rose and then fell, rapidly at first and then little by little returning to its normal speed.

 

Girl, you rocked his world…

 

She smiled against him, feeling very pleased with herself.

 

Angelus lay there, his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling, his heart finally returning to normal yet he was still as stunned now as he was when she began her seduction.  He never experienced anything like that in his entire history of sex and it was confusing the shit out of him. 

 

That was not just physical pleasure he had received, though it had been the most incredible ever – hands down - no, it was more than that. With every touch of her hand, every kiss of her mouth, every single luscious stroke of her body on his, he felt…shit; he didn’t know what he felt.   He had been hit with so many different emotions at once that he couldn’t interpret a single one.  But he was pretty sure about one thing…fucking had never been like that.  That had been something entirely different that he couldn’t put a name on. 

 

What the fuck was that?

 

Buffy sat up and looked at him.  His expression was one of bewildered bliss. He had no idea what just happened to him and that thrilled her.

 

“Good?” She asked with a grin on her face.

 

His eyes swung to hers, a slight frown on his face.

 

“Not really a word that I would use.”

 

She giggled. “What word would you use?”

 

He just looked back at her blankly. She looked so amazingly beautiful sitting atop him. His spent shaft was still inside of her, her breasts were still rosy and flushed from his mouth, and she had the sexiest, smuggest little smile on her face.  She was pleased with herself…very pleased. 

 

As she should be, I’ve never been fucked like that before in my life!

 

He still wasn’t sure how to answer her because this event was so…unexplainable, that it required some serious brooding time to sort everything out.  Still he didn’t want her to think he hadn’t enjoyed himself.

 

Like she would you ass, you fucking begged her!

 

He smiled back at her, “amazing.”

 

She laughed and the sound was deep and full of pride. She leaned down and kissed him soundly on the lips and then she pulled back and stood up.

 

With her body no longer touching his he suddenly felt…empty. His hands reached out for her at the same time as a frown creased his forehead again. He quickly dropped his arms as she bent over to pick up her robe. What the hell was wrong with him?

 

“God, I am so thirsty.” She said, her voice was tired, still a little sluggish from all the booze that she’d drunk but it was full of happy satisfaction, and he even detected a note of relief.

 

Sitting up straighter he took off the condom then he pulled his trunks back on and followed her into the kitchen throwing the condom in the trash. He leaned back against the counter feeling a bit discombobulated as he picked up the beer that he had opened before.

 

After drinking some water, Buffy looked over at him, her smile faded when she saw the frown on his face.  “You’re very quiet. Is everything…okay?”

 

He quickly looked over at her. She was nervous and uncertain.

 

He gave her a half-smile, wanting to reassure her that he was perfectly fine. 

 

Ah? Since when do I offer reassurances?

 

It was a good question and it deserved a whole shit load of pondering but not now.  Now he just had the strongest need to have her back in his arms, to feel her skin next to his.  

 

Something else out of character for me…

 

He held back the frown that would have appeared from his current thoughts and instead just went with the driving emotions. Reaching out he grabbed her arm pulling her into his embrace.  Leaning down he kissed her. “Yeah, just tired.”

 

She exhaled with a breathy contented sigh from the intensely soft kiss and smiled back at him, nodding her head. “Me too.”

 

She lifted her head then pulled back and out of his embrace, and like before he had that same urge to grab her back but this time instead of reaching for her, he let his hands fall to his side.

 

Buffy leaned back against the island and they shared a knowing look. It was late in the evening or very early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it. Either way they both knew that their time was almost up.

 

“So um…do you want me to leave?” He asked as he stood up straight. He thought it was the right thing to do, even though the second the words left his mouth he wanted to take them back.

 

NO!

 

She knew that the sun would soon be shining and that their friends would soon be waking up and gathering at Owen’s for the usual Sunday pool activities. She knew he should probably leave and go back to his house. She knew all that but as she looked back into his deep beautiful gaze she also knew that she didn’t want him to leave…not yet.  She didn’t want to end the liaison that she assumed would never happen again.

 

She shook her head, her voice soft when she spoke. “No, not yet.”

 

Thank God…

 

He nodded as his shoulders relaxed from the tense moment of silent waiting that felt like an hour instead of mere seconds. That same silence spread on, the clock ticked on the wall and all he could do was stand there and soak her in.  

 

Just looking at her was creating the strangest sensations inside of him, actual…feelings, emotions for a lover – which is what she now was to him – that he had never before felt.  Why was that?  Why did he suddenly feel like she was more then just a friend, more then even a lover? Why did he suddenly feel like a noose was just thrown over his neck and he was ready to be strung up and hung out?  Mentally he shook his head of those thoughts; they were just too weird and very disturbing.

 

As if on cue, the corners of her mouth turned up and she smiled at him. It was sweet and sexy, virginal yet wanton and as always it made his balls itch. To hell with how fucked up he was feeling, those emotions didn’t matter, what mattered was her.  Keeping her here for himself. Taking a part of her inside of him and making damn sure that she had a piece of him.  That’s what he felt and what he was thinking yet the root of those thoughts which were totally possessive and utterly foreign emotions to him were ignored.  She was all that mattered and he couldn’t take his eyes off of hers, he was completely engrossed with her.

 

God, she’s so beautiful…

 

He didn’t smile back, instead his eyes darkened as they lazily looked down her body caressing the little patches of skin that he could see. 

 

He wanted her again.

 

It was mind boggling, considering how many times he’d taken her tonight and then that last time when she had thoroughly mastered him, one would think that he had nothing left in his body to give her. But as he felt his dick start to swell he knew he had plenty left that he still wanted to give her. He just could not get enough of a naked Buffy.

 

Shit, I’m fucking obsessed…

 

When his eyes rose back to her face, he found her smile gone and her eyes slightly darker. She looked tired; she looked like a woman that had been well used and enjoyed it. She looked…like she wanted more.  Well, he was ready and willing to give it to her but first things first.

 

“Cat nap?” He asked as he winked at her, his eyes saying so much more then that.

 

Buffy chuckled as she turned and headed up the stairs with him right on her heels. “You are insatiable.”

 

He smirked behind her back, his eyes watching her ass as she took each step. He couldn’t stop himself; he smacked her on the left cheek.

 

She laughed and then ran up the rest of the way and he was right behind her.

 

 

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Exactly one hour later, Buffy woke to the feeling of something hard and hot sliding in between her legs, instinctively she pushed back.

 

She heard the appreciative chuckle that warmly caressed her ear and she smiled against her pillow, once more pushing back into him, seeking more intimacy from what he was giving her already.

 

“Are you awake milsean?”

 

It was a lazy purr in her ear that sent tingles of desire through her body, and she responded by reaching down and grabbing his cock. She placed him right where she wanted him and then pushed against him, enjoying the way it felt as his head sunk inside of her and rippled against her lips. Excitement filled her as he continued forward and sank all the way in, completely filling her until he was meticulously seated inside of her. Then and only then did she answer him.

 

“Mmm…and what a way to wake.”

 

She arched against him as he pulled out then pushed back in. She lifted her arm and wrapped it around his neck as he bent to suckle her on the collarbone.

 

“That feels so wonderful.”

 

She purred and he smiled against her skin then responded with a husky…“Fiorfe.”  

 

It was the only word he could speak, the only coherent thought in his head. He was awestruck by how sexy she looked and entirely entrapped by the way her body fit so snug next to his. But the most breathless sensation - the same one that he had felt all night long – was from just being inside of her. 

 

He knew that this would be the last time, at least, if that was what she wanted. If it was up to him, now that he knew she didn’t want anything but sex, he would continue their little liaison.  As he slid inside of her pliable pussy there was no doubt in his mind that he would never tire of taking her body. That was a reality as much as hockey was in his blood.

 

It was evilly ironic. He Angelus McBain the master of seduction, the man that changed lovers as often as he changed his underwear because of boredom, had finally found the one person that he knew he would never tire of, and most likely this night was all that he would ever get.

 

Fucking paradox.

 

Thinking that he took his time with slow entries and unhurried exits, taking them both once more to that heightened climatic moment of lushness that just rippled endlessly inside of them. After that he took her again, and then again, and still…yet, again. Each time was better then the last. Each time he would start off slow only to finish by plunging inside of her and savagely fucking her again.

 

For two hours, this frenzied need to take and to give was an addiction that he just could do not stop.  And when seven AM rolled along, Buffy was sleeping and he was…wide awake.

 

He sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched.  He was stiff. Not surprising considering the hell he’d put himself through yesterday, first the hockey game, then the volley ball game, and then a night spent fucking the brains out of his friend.  Speaking of which, he turned and looked at her…

 

She was going to be sore, very sore.  He knew she wasn’t use to getting taken as roughly as he took her and so often. Shit even his Johnson was a little chafed.  He would just make sure that she soaked in the hot tub later to sooth her muscles.

 

Smirking, his chest puffed out with manly pride. Yes he had done a number on Buffy Summers and he didn’t regret one single moment of it. He could only hope that there would be more of the milsean ride in his future.

 

He stood up and put his trunks on, his eye catching a glimpse of the waste paper basket that was by the bed and all the used condoms that were in it.  There were a lot. In fact as he took a closer look, it looked like he had used most of the brand new package that he brought over.   

 

Walking over to the window, a slight frown appeared on his face as he contemplated them.  They were a tool to be used in obtaining pleasure. Shit, he practically had stock in the company that made them.  He wasn’t concerned about giving someone something, he knew he was clean, that was part of the physical the team doc gave all the players.  He used rubbers all the time and had in the past walked away if there were none available. Nowadays you just had to be careful about things like that. He had a lot of sex and there was no way he wanted to get anything that would diminish his sex life.  The funny thing was that before last night he’d never once considered them to be a hindrance. But now as he stared at the stupid things he felt resentment toward them, like he had been cheated out of something. Denied the ultimate pleasure by a piece of fucking rubber!

 

He knew why.  It was because he had experienced what it felt like to be totally bare inside of her, his skin completely encased inside of hers. Friction of the most delirious kind. And those rubbers that he had in the past been extremely grateful for now seemed like the enemy.  God, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of her again that way, with no barrier between them, so he could really truly feel her climax as she came. Then to be able to actually stay inside of her when he came - his eyes closed and his body shivered with the heady thought - that could only be the most divine act that God could bestow upon him. 

 

What would that feel like? Shit, I’d give my left nut just to feel that one time…

 

He sighed with regret, he could ponder that heavenly thought all he wanted to but he would never have an answer, and he would most likely drive himself mad in the process.

 

The sky was lightening, day was approaching, and he knew his time was up.

 

Turning away from the window he walked around to the side of the bed and then sat down. She was so striking even when she slept, though her face was scrunched up into the pillow and she was slightly snoring, she still looked incredibly sexy to him.

 

His hand came up and touched her hair, lightly caressing her head. She moved slightly, her face pressing further into the pillow.

 

“What time is it?” she groggily asked.

 

“Seven. I’m going to head home before the block wakes up.”

 

That woke her up. Her eyes fully opened, they were bloodshot and tired, but still, they seemed more relaxed and at ease then they did yesterday morning.

 

Yup, a little hung over and whole lot of sexual contentment in those eyes.

 

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later at Owen’s?” She wanted to keep her eyes open but they wouldn’t listen to her and they fell closed again.

 

Angelus smiled at her, “Yeah. Get some sleep. I’ll see you later.”

 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting his lips graze down her cheek, over her nose and then placing a light kiss on her lips that puckered for his.

 

“Okay.  See…you…later…”

 

She drifted off to sleep and he chuckled.

 

He stood up, took one last look at divineness and then quietly and quickly left the little red house.

 

 

Part Three