Untouched
Stretching her tired body she opened her eyes and squinted into the sunshine that shone through the curtain. She scowled as she looked at the clock; it was too damn early to be up.
Sighing she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rotated her stiff neck. She just couldn’t seem to get a good night sleep during the week anymore and she blamed Angel. Being able to sleep next to him every night during the weekends was spoiling her. She felt so safe when she was in his arms that she slept like a rock. But during the week, when she was here and he was in LA she couldn’t sleep for shit. Her only comfort was the knowledge that he didn’t sleep well either.
She had only gone to bed about two hours ago and here she was rising with the sun once again to flip burgers. She really hated her job, but for the time being it was all that she had. Money was still an issue, and although Angel had offered to help with her financial problems, she had refused. She felt that she had to stand on her own feet. Besides she liked working; it made her feel normal. It was the constant smell of raw meat that clung to her skin and hair that really turned her off.
Grabbing her robe, she put it on and quietly walked downstairs to have her morning cup of coffee. Entering the kitchen she saw Tara sitting at the table dressed and sipping her tea. She looked up when she heard the scuffle of Buffy’s slippers on the floor.
“Morning Buffy.”
Buffy yawned and smiled at the witch. “Morning Tara, you’re up early.” She walked over to the counter poured a cup of coffee, then sat down at the opposite end of the table.
“Yeah I have an early class.” Buffy had to lean in closer to hear what she said. Sometimes the witch spoke so softly that she had to really listen to hear what she was saying, especially if it was before she had her second cup of coffee.
“Oh Happy Birthday.” Tara said happily, blushing as she did.
Buffy looked at her strangely like she had no idea what she was talking about, and then it dawned on her and she slumped in her chair. “Oh my God, is that today?”
Tara smiled. She had heard about the Slayer’s past birthdays and how they usually weren’t a happy event. “Yeah, even though you probably wish it weren’t.”
Suddenly she was very depressed. The hope of having a good day fading away with the realization of what day it actually was. “No kidding. Damn, do you think we could just keep it to ourselves?” She hopefully asked.
Tara shook her head sadly at the Slayer, as a slight smile played appeared on her face. “Sorry I think Dawn is already planning something.”
“Damn!”
Tara got up and put her cup in the sink, she grabbed her bags ready to leave. “I’ve got to go or I’ll be late, I’ll see you later okay and try to have a good day, you deserve it.”
Buffy smiled at her she was so sweet, “Thanks Tara.”
“Bye.”
Tara left and Buffy slumped even further in her chair clutching her coffee like it was going to save her from all of the horrible things that the Powers had in store for her on her Birthday.
Her birthday, she hated her birthday, only bad things happened on her birthday and she didn’t see how this year would be any different. Couldn’t she just skip it this year?
Her eyes closed as images of past birthdays filtered through her mind. She couldn’t remember one birthday that hadn’t ended badly. There were a few that started out good but eventually they all went to shit. Her eyes opened and she sighed there was just no hope for her and birthdays.
RING…RING…RING…
She stood up and walked over to the phone, answering it very glumly. “Hello?”
Angel chuckled at the misery he heard in her voice she sounded so down and hopeless, exactly how he knew she would be today. “Happy Birthday lover.”
Instantly a smile that would rival the sun lit her face as the deep sexy morning voice of Angel filled her ears. Suddenly things weren’t looking so bad. She rested the phone on her shoulder, leaned against the wall and slid to the floor still clutching her coffee.
“Hey.”
Angel smiled into the phone, he loved these early morning phone calls and the way her voice was still husky from sleep. It was so sexy and such a turn on that it was amazing he made it through the day without driving over there. Thank god for cold showers.
“What are you doing?” he leaned the receiver on his shoulder and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, imagining where she was and what she was doing.
“I’m in the kitchen having my coffee.”
“What are you wearing?” He softly asked.
She giggled as her pulse quickened and she purred into the phone, “I’m wearing my robe.”
“What else?”
“My deep purple tank top and panties.” She answered him breathlessly.
“Mmmm, I like that one. The purple brings out the deep green in your eyes.” With his eyes closed and her breathy voice in his ear he could almost imagine that he was there.
She smiled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m just about ready to drop.” He sighed and his exhaustion came across the phone.
Her brow furrowed, “You sound tired, did you just get home?”
“Yup, took out a nest of Vargian Demons.”
“Fargo Demons? What are those?”
He smiled. “Vargian…they’re not very pretty to look at and they don’t die very pleasantly either.” His nose crinkled as he remembered the putrid smell of their blood that had covered him from head to toe.
“Oh a smelly one eh?” She smiled. They had become so much closer over these past weeks, that it was like she knew exactly what he was thinking. Sp she could easily see the disgusted look on his handsome face.
“Mmmm. So what are you doing today?”
She sighed deeply, “I don’t know, I have an early morning shift, then patrol and that’s pretty much it.”
“No birthday celebrations?”
“Angel, you know how I feel about my birthday. Tara said Dawn was planning something, but I really wish she wasn’t.”
“Buffy not every birthday has to be bad, besides Dawn loves you and wants to do something nice for you, so you should let her.”
She eyeballed the receiver “She told you something, didn’t she?”
“Maybe.”
“Don’t be all cryptic guy on me you have to tell me what she has planned?” She demanded.
He smirked evilly even though she couldn’t see it, “No.”
“Angellll!” She pleaded with him but he just laughed. “No, you’ll find out. But I will tell you that it’s nothing crazy and you’ll have a good time.”
She lowered her voice and spoke huskily, “I’d rather have a good time with you…can’t you come out here?”
He felt bad because he really wanted to be with her on her birthday. For him her birthday was the holiest of days. Firstly if it weren’t for this day he would never have been blessed with knowing her at all. Something he couldn’t even began to fathom.
The other reason was because he considered this day their anniversary. His male pride just couldn’t get past the fact that this was the day that he had taken her virginity, the day that he made her his at least in the human world. It was his favorite day of the year. There was only one other day that came close to it and that was Graduation Day the day that the demon made her his. So he was extremely tempted to drive out there, but he couldn’t he had to go hunting.
“I’d like that too baby, but I can’t get out there tonight, I already told you that.”
Mentally she sobbed her disappointment; the one thing that would absolutely make her day better wasn’t going to happen. And she could tell that no matter how much buttering up she he wouldn’t budge, not when it came to fulfilling his responsibilities.
The light bulb suddenly went off in her head and the wheels started to spin. Just because he couldn’t come here didn’t mean that she couldn’t go there. Keeping her voice steady and even she nonchalantly asked, “What time will you be home tonight?”
“I don’t know late. However long it takes to track down the ones that got away tonight and kill them.” He yawned.
She purred, “I love it when you talk shop.”
He laughed and if he weren’t so tired he would have played along with her. But as it was his brain just couldn’t seem to come up with anything sexy to say so instead he yawned.
“You should get some sleep. Hang up the phone, close your eyes, and dream of me.”
“You’re all I ever dream of.” He yawned again, his eyes closing on their own.
She smiled, “call me tonight when you get home okay? And be careful.”
“I will. Have a great day and enjoy what Dawn has planned for you.”
“I’ll try. I love you.”
“I love you too baby. Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
They hung up the phone and Buffy jumped up and ran upstairs, her mind evilly planning the night’s adventure. She would go to work, patrol, come home, deal with whatever Dawn has in mind, and then she would go get her own birthday present.
***
It was late when he finally did get home. He was annoyed that it had taken him that long to track down the Vargian demons that had escaped his wrath last night. But it was done and he could finally take a shower and get this stink off of him.
Throwing open the door to his bedroom he threw his coat on the floor and started to unbutton his shirt. He stopped there was something off. He looked around the darkened room and didn’t see anything, he took a whiff and smelled…he shook his head; it couldn’t be. She wasn’t here. He was just really tired and his mind was playing tricks on him.
He finished undressing and walked naked into the bathroom; turning on the shower he let the hot water cascade down his back. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against the cool tile letting the water relax his muscles.
He didn’t know how long he was in there, but when he finally turned the water off and reached for a towel, he caught the scent again. It was stronger, like she had just been standing in this room. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to the bedroom, where he stopped dead in his tracks.
It was a vision that had filled his mind plenty of times over the years, and it was right in front of him. She was on his bed, she had on a blood red corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up. The garter belts ran down her tanned legs and held up a pair of sheer black stockings. She was wearing a little bit of nothing for panties and he would bet his undead life that it was a thong.
He swallowed hard as he looked at her golden mane flowing over her shoulders and her beautiful green eyes that were lined thickly with black eye linear. Her deep blood red lips seemed to call to him, speaking to him in hushed tones. She was his deepest darkest fantasy come to life.
“Buffy.” He whispered.
“Hi baby…I missed you.” She purred while running her hand down her side.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he took a step forward.
She seemed to hum as she spoke, “I came for my birthday present, but if I’m intruding I can leave…” She started to rise.
“NO!” He shouted and jumped forward ready to keep her from going anywhere. She smiled knowingly at him.
“Don’t move…just stay right there.” He whispered as he walked around the bed to his desk, never taking his eyes off of her. He picked up his pad and pencil and turning the chair around to face the bed he sat down and immediately started to sketch her. It took all his effort to ignore the throbbing hard on under his towel but he wanted to capture his living fantasy on paper before anything else.
At first she thought it was sweet, but after about an hour of sitting still she was getting impatient. “Angel…” She whined.
“Just a little longer”. He didn’t even look up when he spoke and she sighed deeply. She didn’t know how much longer she could just lay here. She was extremely turned on and she could tell by the tent in his towel that he was too so she couldn’t understand how he could just sit there and draw and ignore his desires.
“Angel?” She asked sweetly, well if he wouldn’t play she could always tempt him.
“Mmmm.”
“I haven’t even told you yet what I wanted for my birthday.”
“Mmmm…what?” He asked absentmindedly.
“Well I was thinking about what you said, you know about my birthday and how it doesn’t always have to be bad?”
“Ah-ha.”
“And it made me think of our first night together, my seventeenth birthday?”
That got his attention. Even though it was his fondest memory he still had a lot of guilt about what transpired afterwards and they had never actually discussed it, so he naturally assumed that her memories were dismal. “I’m sorry baby.”
She rushed to alleviate his guilt, “No, I didn’t mean it like that Angel. I was thinking about how it was my first time you know.” She sounded very shy and innocent a complete contrast to the spread out wanton that she looked like.
He smiled at her, “I remember it was a beautiful night.”
She smiled back at him, “Yes it was.”
He looked back down at his pad and continued to sketch.
“So I was thinking about how we could um…remake that night.”
He looked back at her she was so sweet sometimes. “Buffy that would be really nice, but I think that opportunity has passed.” Looking back down he continued to sketch.
Her cheeks blushed as she spoke what was on her mind. “Well not really Angel.”
“Mmmm” Once again he was caught up in sketching so it sounded like he wasn’t paying attention to her, until she spoke her next words.
“Well technically I’m still a virgin…in one area.” She sheepishly said while watching him.
He dropped his pencil and his gaze lifted to hers. Shock was evident on his face as was the sudden spark of pure lust that appeared in his eyes, darkening them to black as he contemplated what she said.
She felt a little uncomfortable under his intent stare and she shifted slightly, “I…um…had a dream the other night…”
She looked down at the sheets and her nervous fingers started to pluck at the invisible threads as she continued to speak, unable to look him in the eye. “…we were making love on the beach the night that we met.”
She sneaked a peak at him to see if he was listening, and found him staring at her his body still and tense, and the tent in the towel looked like it had risen another two inches. Her eyes rested again on the sheets, “You whispered in my ear about how you wanted to introduce me to all the ways of making love. And I thought that we could do that tonight, you know, it would be like our first night together…sort of.”
She was too embarrassed to look at him again, so she kept her eyes pinned to the sheets. She had no idea if she was turning him on or off. It was something that she had always been wildly curious about and she knew that she would only ever consider experiencing it with him. But she was still nervous about his reaction, because while they had been adventuresome in their sexual forays, they had never discussed this.
He was suddenly sitting beside her and his hand cupped her cheek bringing her eyes up to his. “Is that what you want for your birthday?” he asked softly, which was very hard, because the second the words were out of her mouth the demon roared his approval. It was their darkest desire and here she was offering it to them, he didn’t want to scare her out of it, so he had to control his reaction.
She looked at him nervously, “I…is that what you want?”
He smiled at her. “This isn’t about me baby it’s about what you want.” His eyes turned darker as he stared into hers, letting his passion and lust show through so she understood. “But I wouldn’t find it a hardship.” He smiled that half smile that curled her toes and she smiled back at him feeling comfortable once again.
“I would like to try it Angel. I…I want to give all of myself to you and I just thought that it would be appropriate for tonight.”
His hand shifted through her locks, “It would.”
Outside he was calm, caring and loving; the epitome of control and patience. But inside his control had snapped five minutes ago and he was already plunging inside of her. He had to slow his mind and body down. He was in awe that she trusted him enough to consider it. He had to take his time and be slow, make sure that she experienced the ultimate pleasure.
“Are you sure Buffy? Because at first there will be some pain, but ultimately the pleasure will be incredible.” he wanted her to understand everything that was going to happen.
She gazed at him trustingly and nodded her ascent. “I know there’ll be some pain but I want to know what it feels like.” She leaned over to the side of the bed and rummaged through her bag. Sitting back up she showed him what she pulled out. “I brought this.”
He looked down and was somewhat shocked to see a tube of anal lubricant. His eyebrow raised a notch, “Planning this all along ah?”
She laughed nervously, “Well I was taking the chance that it was something that you wanted too.”
“Oh it is, most definitely is.” He couldn’t control the lust that his voice purred out and she reacted to it, by leaning in and pressing her lips to his. He cradled her face as her mouth started to ravish his. He could hear her heart pumping rapidly and he could smell her increased arousal. Her lithe hands seemed to be everywhere on his body, frantically searching and exploring. She was running on all cylinders and threatening to explode.
He gently grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back. She looked so beautiful; her face was flushed with her excitement and her eyes were a midnight green. Her impatience to get started was making his blood boil. He had to slow her down, or he wouldn’t be able to control the demon that was roaring at him to take her and fuck her.
“Baby slow down.”
She lowered her eyes embarrassed that she was pressing so hard. He lifted her chin so she looked at him. “Don’t be embarrassed I love that you’re impatient to start but if you don’t slow down, I’m not going to be able to control myself and I want there to be as little pain for you as possible.”
She smiled at him confident once again in what was to happen. She ran her hand through his hair, “I like it when you lose control.”
She had no idea what she was saying, because if she knew the images that filled his mind at those words, she would probably run all the way home.
He pulled her hand out of his hair and pushed her back on to the bed. He leaned over and kissed her softly and gently on the lips. “Please baby, I want to make this good for you so we need to take this slow, and you’re making it really hard.”
She pouted at him and he growled. “Well what do you want me to do Angel? Can’t I even touch you?”
“No. I just want you …” he kissed her nose, “…to lie perfectly still and let me…” he kissed her on the lips, “…have my way with you. I want to slowly worship you the way you should be.” He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and then pulled back when she raised her head trying to capture his tongue in her mouth.
“Angel…I don’t know if I can do that.” She answered honestly, because she really didn’t know if she would be able to not touch him.
He kissed her chin and started a path down her neck. “If you don’t I’ll have to tie you up.”
Her breathed hitched “Yeah, that’ll calm me down.” She sarcastically said.
He nipped at her neck, taking her skin between his teeth and lightly biting her. She moaned the second his teeth scraped her sensitive skin and she pushed up into him. “Don’t disobey me.” He sternly said as he pushed her body back down on the bed with his.
“Angel you better stop talking like that if you want me to play along.” She sweetly said even though she wasn’t feeling remotely sweet.
He moved up and captured her lips with his effectively shutting her up as his tongue began a slow sensual duel with hers; drawing back every time she pushed forward. She lifted her head and cried out in frustration. He ignored her protests and slowly licked a path down her chest and to the top of her bodice, running his tongue over the tops of her breasts.
Her hand gripped his ass tightly and she roughly squeezed him. He growled as one elongated fang gently scraped the top of her breast and a trickle of blood came out. He licked it up cleaning her skin then sucked on it softly, moaning at the pure divine taste of her.
“Angel…” She moaned and her leg came up resting on his hip then moving down his naked leg, desperately trying to pull him in further.
He kept ignoring her attempts and took his time, lavishing her collarbone with kisses and nibbles. He was pretty proud of himself and the control that he was exhibiting but that all shattered the second he felt her finger tickling his balls. His features instantly shifted and in one split second he had her hands held in a tight grasp above her head and she was looking at him hungrily and dazed.
“What?’ she had the gall to ask that question.
He just growled at her and pulled a black silk scarf out of the table and in ten seconds flat he had her hands tied up to the center of the headboard.
She would look back at this moment in complete wonder and confusion, because she had never seen him move that fast and so precisely, she didn’t even feel the knots being tied, some slayer she was. But now she was frustrated and annoyed. “Angel what are you doing?’
He just growled at her again and ripped her corset off with one deft movement. She inhaled sharply as the cold air hit her naked breasts and she felt her nipples harden. “Angel take it off!” She demanded as she struggled with her binds.
He looked at her and he felt his dick get even harder. He leaned up on his knees and took off his towel. Her protests dyed when her eyes landed on his superb form. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips. “Please baby I want to touch you…”
“No.” He pulled her thong down and over her legs lifting it to his nose he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. His eyes opened and their golden orbs stared at her “I told you I need to remain in control…” he threw her panties away and leaned down licking a path from her bellybutton up to her chin, “…and I can’t do that with you touching me.”
She threw her head back on the pillow totally annoyed.
His hands wandered down her sides to her hips where he kissed her navel, sucking in her skin and nipping at gently. “I want you to experience the most intense pleasure you ever had baby…”
He moved lower and kissed her shaven curls. “I want to love you slowly and completely…”
His tongue dipped lower into her honey pot, lightly dipping in then out. “Ohhhh..” she moaned as her hips automatically lifted to his mouth to give him better access.
He gently pushed her hips back down and kissed her inner thigh, his tongue circling a sensitive spot, “I want you wet baby…”
“Ohhh…”
He nibbled on her thigh as his hand snacked up her chest and squeezed her breast, “I want to see your juices dripping down your leg…”, he licked her leg from the back of her knee, “…so I can lick it all the way up …”, up to her vagina, he stopped at her apex to stare hungrily at her wet glistening lips, “…and drink from the source.”
He moaned as he slowly lowered his head and made love to her with his mouth. Alternating between soft suckling and light licks.
Buffy’s eyes were shut and she was moaning loudly as her head continue to thrash back and forth. He felt her body tighten and he gently bit down on her clit. She exploded around him and her juices filled his mouth as he quickly thrust his tongue inside of her to capture every drop, moaning with her, his lips vibrating against her sending another wave of pure pleasure through her.
Her body convulsed as she slowly came down her eyes opened and looked at his dark head nestled between her thighs, staring at her. His finger came up and slid across her opening. She jerked, “Angel…”
“Yes baby?”
“Please I can’t take anymore...” She was ultra sensitive after an orgasm and her body wouldn’t stop jumping every time his finger touched her.
“Shhh…yes you can.” He wasted no time. He diligently went back to work starting all over again. “I want you so wet baby, I want to be able to spread your juices…” His finger dipped inside of her then pulled out and went behind her. He lifted her hips and circled her rosebud, pushing slightly inside with a finger. “…here.” Her eyes snapped to his and her breath hitched again. “Oh God…”
He saw her eyes darken even more and he gently pressed his finger in a little bit more. “Do you feel that Buffy?”
The pleasure that radiated throughout her body stole her speech away and she could only nod dutifully.
He smiled at her and went back to work loving her with his mouth.
By the end of her fifth orgasm she was so consumed with him that she was out of her mind. She didn’t feel him take the scarf off, she didn’t feel him gently rub and kiss the red marks on her wrists from her struggles. She didn’t notice when he pushed her legs together and pressed them up against her chest. She was so numb she didn’t even notice his cock sliding against her rubbing her juices all over her and him.
It wasn’t until she felt that distinct pressure building again that she opened her eyes and looked at him, she saw how open she was to him, she felt her hands free and she reached out for him. “Angel kiss me…”
He moaned and lowered his lips to hers, pressing her knees into his chest and her breasts. She gripped his head and licked his whole face, wiping him clean of her juices. His fingers dug into her arms as he held the beast back letting her have control for just a moment.
When she was done she savagely kissed him, drawing blood on her lip as she scraped his fang. He took her lip between his lips and sucked hard on it. He felt the power of her blood as it glided down his throat, the demon roared and he pulled back screaming into the quiet darkness of the room.
She watched him, running her hands up and down his chest has he sat back on his haunches his head thrown back his eyes closed, and his chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to gain control. After a few seconds he looked at her and smiled.
He pushed her knees further into her breasts and spread them wide. He looked down she was totally open and vulnerable to him in this position. She was so wet and had orgasamed so many times that he didn’t think they needed the lubricant. His cock was drenched in her cum from running it over her lips and the head was now pressed up against her hole. He placed a finger on her clit moving it back and forth, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She said breathlessly as she stared him in the eye, her heart racing her blood boiling.
“Tell me if it hurts, tell me if you’re uncomfortable at all and I’ll stop.” He wanted to make it perfectly clear that he would stop if she asked. He wanted her to trust him.
She smiled at him the love in her eyes sparkling, her hand raised and she cradled his check, “I trust you Angel, I’m ready to be yours fully and completely.”
He kissed the inside of her palm his soul screaming at her words. His fingers increased their pace on her clit and her eyes darkened, small breathy moans escaped her lips. Grasping his cock he once again slid it up and over her opening drenching it in her juices.
He moved back to her rosebud and slowly pushed the mushroom tip in. He stilled himself waiting for her to adjust to the feeling. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, the pressure building her up. “Are you okay baby?” He asked concern evident in his voice.
She opened her eyes and placed her hand on top of his applying more pressure to her clit, as she slowly pushed back into him, sinking the head of his cock completely inside of her. “Ohhhh…”
“Buffy…” They moaned together.
“Please Angel don’t stop, it feels so good…” She arched up into his hand, “…so different.”
Slowly he pushed in further, and he moaned loudly. She was so tight and her muscles were clenching and it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He had many times, as a demon running free, taken women this way and loved it. It appealed to his need to dominate. But to be able to do this with the love of his undead life was the most thrilling sexual experience he had ever had, as demon or human, and he was fighting the urge to sink into her.
He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible that’s why he chose this position because she was totally open to him. Taking his finger off her clit he rolled it around her wet opening and pushed inside of her. He pushed two more fingers in at the same time that he pushed forward with his hips totally embedding his cock inside of her.
“OH God…!” She moaned as she arched further into him. She felt completely surrounded by him, he was above her, inside of her and behind her, and it was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt.
Slowly he pulled everything out and then pushed in again. The pace was slow and measured each gentle thrust of his fingers in synch with his cock to give her the ultimate pleasure, so she could feel everything.
But it felt so good and he couldn’t keep the pace slow anymore, he felt her inner muscles clench and he pulled out and rammed back inside of her.
“OH GODD ANGELL!” He grunted his agreement as his pace increased, his fingers and his dick working as one.
“God baby I’m going to cum!” She screamed as her fingers rolled her clit, she arched once more violently into him her inner muscles clenching hard on his cock.
“Buffy!!” He came shooting his seed deep inside of her as he kept his hips still and slowly rotated them riding out the waves.
Slowly he pulled out of her and raised her ass up to his mouth, kissing her reverently on her puckered hole. He gently laid her legs down, massaging her thighs. She had been in that position for a while and he didn’t want her cramping.
He looked up at her face, she was softly breathing, her eyes were closing and sweat trickled down her face. He smiled pleased with himself; she looked completely and thoroughly loved.
Leaning up he kissed her lips softly, “Are you okay?”
“Mmmm…” she opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his chocolate orbs, “Angel that was...God…that was incredible! I had no idea it could be that good that way.”
She hugged him to her, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him closer. “I love you.”
He kissed her ear “I love you Ioniun.”
***
For the rest of the evening they laid in bed together cuddling and laughing, enjoying their time alone that they so rarely had.
She told him of the party that Dawn threw for her at the Bronze and the presents that she had received. She told him about Spike getting so drunk that he grabbed Willow and started to make out with her, and how Willow who was just as drunk, didn’t seem to mind, until Tara noticed and conked Spike on the head with a beer bottle, knocking him out cold. They had left him there snoring away on the floor of the Bronze as everyone else went home and she then drove here.
In the silence of the early morning hours Buffy was resting her head on his chest tickling his ribs, her eyes just started to close when he gently nudged her. “Buffy?”
“Mmmm?”
“Open your eyes.” He softly said.
Slowly her eyes opened and she was staring into a beautiful white gold claddagh ring with a ruby sparkling in the middle of it. She gasped, and placed her hands on top of his.
“Buffy Summers, will you marry me?”
His shaking hands took the ring and placed it on her finger. He brought their hands together entwining them and brought them up to his lips where he kissed them lovingly. Tears were in her eyes then running down her cheeks, as she looked up at him.
"I love you so much Buffy. You’ve given me so much of your self; your love, your passion, and your trust. You gave my life meaning and made me believe in myself again. You’ve proven to me that I can be strong. That strong is fighting, that it's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. But it's what we have to do. And we can do it together. I know I can never give you the things that you deserve, I can never give you children and I can never take you out into the sunlight."
“Angel…” She was crying.
“Shh let me finish.” He kissed their hands. “What I can give you is my undying love and devotion. My trust and my strength, what I can give you is myself; heart, body & soul, if you’ll have me?”
She was hysterically crying, as she sat up and clutched his head.
“It’s all I ever wanted.”
They kissed as if it was their first kiss and their last kiss. They made love as if there was no tomorrow, because for them, the future was uncertain.
But what was certain, was that no matter what happened, they would always be together, standing strong, side by side.