Chapter Ten
The next morning Buffy woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Grabbing the phone quickly to stop the annoying sound, she picked it up being her usual early morning curt self. “What?”
“Hi Buffy.”
Her eyes popped open, “Kathy?”
“Ah-ha, when you coming over?” Kathy was so excited she couldn’t wait to see her. She couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday and how she spent the whole day with her Daddy. She knew that it was Buffy’s doing because her Daddy never did that before Buffy showed up. She was sad when Buffy left last night and she decided that she never wanted her to leave again.
Buffy sat up and looked at the clock, ‘its seven o’clock in the freaking morning on a Sunday, doesn’t this kid ever sleep?’
“Ah sweetie it’s a little early, what are you doing up?”
“I’m always up this early Buffy. When you coming over?”
‘God I didn’t know a person could be this chipper in the morning.’ She was annoyed at being waken so early, but Kathy was just too cute to stay angry with. She softly chuckled in the phone, “Where’s your daddy?” She asked thoughts of him immediately entering her mind.
“Uncle Spike came over and picked him up they went to look at a house Uncle Spike wants to buy.”
Her brow furrowed, “He’s not home?”
“No.”
“Then’ who’s watching you?”
“Mrs. McCann. She’s our housekeeper.”
Buffy sighed and ran a hand through her sleep-ridden hair. “Well I don’t know sweetie I have some things that I should really take care of today.”
“Oh.” She sounded sad, and then she added, “Buffy?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s going to be really hot today.”
“I suppose so.” Buffy yawned.
“We have a pool you know.”
Buffy smiled into the phone, the kid was a player, smooth and confident.
“You do, do you?”
“Yup.”
Buffy laughed and gave in, “Okay Kat, you win, I guess I could come over later.”
“Really, what time? Soon?”
Sitting up Buffy looked at the calendar on the wall and noticing the date, she cursed under her breath. “Oh sweetie I don’t know if I can come, I’m supposed to meet my friends for lunch today.”
“Oh…they can come too, please Buffy.” Kathy said.
Buffy thought about it and in a blink of an eye decided to go. Mostly because she really wanted to see both Kathy and Angel and of course it was the perfect opportunity to torture him a little, but mainly it was because she wanted Willow and Xander to meet them and vice versa. She figured that if she was ever going to get Angel use to the idea of them being a couple then there was no better time than now.
‘A couple…is that what I want?’ The thought made her all warm and gooey inside like melted chocolate chips in a baking cookie, ‘Yes that is what I want. I want a relationship with him, I want him to be mine, and me to be his, I want him and only him to have my warm gooey center.’
“Okay Kat, I just have a few things to do, and then we’ll come over, around one o’clock…okay?”
She heard Kathy jumping up and down, “YAY. I can’t wait to see you Buffy.”
Buffy smiled, “me too honey I’ll see you later okay…bye.”
“Bye Buffy.”
Buffy hung up the phone and got out of bed. She had a lot to do today before then so she better get started, lucky for her that Riley wasn’t home; he pulled the early bird shift on Sunday mornings at the base and so he wouldn’t be here to bother her…thank god.
‘Okay…coffee, laundry, and shower, then call Willow.’
***
“So?” Spike asked as they drove back from Venice Beach.
“So what?” Angel answered, knowing what he was asking but refusing to give in.
Spike guffawed, “you know what?”
When Angel remained silent staring out the window, he continued, “Buffy…the little blonde seductress that’s been trying to get in your pants.”
‘And succeeded quite successfully.’ Angel thought a smirk playing over his lips, but his answer was cool almost bored. “What about her?”
Spike smacked the steering wheel, “Come on mate I’m your bro spit it out!”
“What do you mean?” Angel smiled enjoying Spike’s agitation, it wasn’t often that he got to do that; usually it was the other way around.
Spike rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you can play dumb all you want, but I know Buffy and I know you, and I know that something’s going on and I want to know what.” He demanded.
Angel sighed. He turned to look at him, “we’ve come to an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?” Spike asked suspiciously.
“Without going into all the details, basically, we’re going to…date, until she turns eighteen.” There he said it.
“Date?” Spike laughed, and Angel frowned.
“What are we twelve? Date! Alright I’ll go along with that if it makes you feel better.” Angel scowled at him.
“Okay, so what you’re really saying is that you two crazy kids are going to fool around; a little first, a little second and a little bit of third bases, with no home run follow ups?” he said chuckling and shaking his head.
“What’s wrong with that?” Angel said perturbed it didn’t sound crazy too him ‘yes it did’.
“What’s wrong with that? I can’t believe you even have to ask that.” He looked over at him and saw the bewilderment on his face. “Angel, when was the last time you hit a home run?”
Angel turned away embarrassed, “I don’t know.”
“Yeah well I do, it was…let me see what was her name, oh I know, Eve. Eve from that brokerage firm, you two went out on a date and she got you drunk and seduced you. That was what? Six month’s ago?”
Angel turned back to him, “She didn’t seduce me, I seduced her!”
“Yeah right, that’s why the next morning you had no idea what happened. She slipped you a roofie brother don’t be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us.”
“What’s your point?” He said tiredly.
“My point is that you haven’t shot your load off, with another person that is, in six months, and you don’t even remember that time.”
“So.”
“So…so…do you really think that you’ll be able to not bat for a homer when you’re…dating…Buffy?”
“I do have self control you know.”
Spike laughed, “Angelus, self control is one thing…masochism is another. For God’s sake…just take her already.”
“What happened to keeping it my pants?” Angel asked.
Spike shrugged, “Well I’ve been thinking the matter over and I’ve changed my mind.”
Angel shifted in his seat turning his eyes once again out the window. “Yeah well I haven’t.”
Spike looked over at him, stubborn as usual. “Suit yourself.”
Pulling up into the driveway Spike slammed on the brakes just as he bumped Riley’s bumper. “Oops.” He smiled happily as Angel frowned at him.
“Why does he let her drive this piece of shit?” Angel asked as he kicked away the rust that had fallen off from Spike hitting it.
“Because he’s an asshole.” Spike matter-of-factly answered. “Do you hear that?”
Angel cocked his head to the left, he did hear it…music and laughter, coming from his backyard. He walked around and headed to the back with Spike in tow.
They rounded the hedge and opened the gate and Angel stopped every bone in his body tensed tenfold. His favorite fantasy was before him again, bent over picking up a towel on the ground. She had on a fire-red bathing suit with a thong bottom and his eyes were glued to her tight little ass, as his fantasy played out.
Staring at her he wondered, why he had this obsession with Buffy’s ass and that particular position. Probably because it was the most dominant sexual position and he already knew that he had an unhealthy fixation with wanting to dominate her.
Spike took a moment to admire Buffy’s ass too before turning to Angel. Seeing the look of raw sexual need in his eyes and the hard set of his jaw, he smirked, “Self-control, yeah good luck with that.”
Dismissing Angel, he walked over to the pool. “What’s this, a party and Uncle Spike wasn’t invited?”
Noticing for the first time that she was not alone, Angel slowly followed, trepidation filling him, ‘who the hell are these people and what are they doing in my pool?’
Spike startled Buffy and she jumped dropping the towel she had just picked up. “Spike you scared me.” She bent over again to grab it.
Angel’s eyes bee lined straight to her ass again but were waylaid when he got the distinct feeling that there was someone else ogling his prize. He scanned the pool his eyes immediately landing on the boy leaning against the side of the pool, his eyes glued to Buffy. Angel growled softly.
“Look at me Uncle Spike I’m in the water!” Kathy sat in a tube her little arms waving around all excitingly.
Spike chuckled, “I see that pet.”
He looked at Angel, “The kid’s first time in the pool Angel, geez you’re pathetic.”
With no answer from Angel except the soft growling and the tension that was quite evident in his posture, Spike looked back at the pool and the people in it. ‘Okay that explains the ‘I’m going to kill you stance.’
“And what do we have here…Red and the boy wonder.” He said taking a cigarette out and lighting it, smirking at Xander. He really disliked that boy. Partly because he always knew the kid had the hots for Buffy and Spike knew that Buffy didn’t reciprocate it, so he was always on the alert for some unwanted attention Xander might try that Spike could kick his ass for.
He took a drag of his butt, ‘Ah…who the hell am I kidding he just annoys the hell out of me. Any chance I get to hurt him, I’ll take it.’
Seeing how Angel didn’t seem to be too smitten with the boy either he felt a little disappointed, ‘he’s going to beat me too it…damn, well I can always watch that would be fun.’
“Hi Spike.” Willow said as she floated in the water by Kathy.
“Ah it’s Mr. Peroxide himself.” Xander said.
Buffy ignored everyone else her soul and heart drawn to him and the memories of last night that swarmed her. Slowly she walked over to him, she was hesitant, she could see the tension in his body and his eyes spoke about an underlying violence. ‘I guess I chose the right bathing suit.’ She smiled to herself.
She slinked up to him and lowered her voice so it was that smooth husky tone, the one that was intended to fire his senses and make him think of nothing else but her. Standing close next to him, she leaned in purposely positioning herself so her hand could sneak around and rub his back.
His nose caught her scent and his eyes were drawn to her immediately, changing from violence to lust.
“I’m sorry Angel; Kathy called me this morning and asked me to come over to swim in the pool. I had plans with Will and Xander, but she invited them too, I hope that’s okay.” She looked up at him batting her eyes and giving him that pleading pout.
His body was tense with violence and lust; his smile was heated yet grated, as the potent mixture simmered at the surface. The desire to cover her from prying eyes was second only to the desire to threw her on the ground and take her there in front of everyone, marking his territory.
His hands clenched at his side, his nails digging into his palms, his voice was low and harsh. “Yeah…”
His blackened eyes seared her to the core. The lust and violence filled every single pore on her body; she raked her nails down his back, hard, her body on fire for his possession. “No problem.” He hissed feeling the scrapes from her nails that were no doubt now on his back.
She smiled then rubbed his back, soothing him. Unable to resist she leaned in and whispered for his ears only, “You’re so sexy when you scowl.”
He growled hungrily at her.
“Come and meet my friends.” She purred.
Reminding him once again that they were not alone, he scowled and tried to protest, “Buffy I don’t think…”
“Don’t think.” She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to the pool.
“Guys this is Kathy’s Dad, Angel. Angel this is Willow Rosenberg and Xander Harris.”
“Red and putz for short Angelus.” Spike said while Xander glared at him.
Angel put his hands in his pockets, “Hello.”
A slight shiver of fear ran down Willow’s spine at his curt hello. He didn’t seem to be happy about them being here but she also sensed that there was something else bothering him. Regardless, she could easily see what attracted Buffy to him. He was tall, gorgeous and had a body to drool over.
Although she wasn’t sure she agreed with the whole thing, she knew one thing and that was that her friend had changed in the last week. She seemed to be more directed, more grounded, and if this man and his daughter had anything to do with it, then she was all for it.
“You have a beautiful home Angel.” She shyly said.
After receiving a jarring elbow in his side from Buffy, he smiled at her, “Thank you Willow.”
“Yeah you must bring home the big bucks.” Xander replied only to have water kicked in his face from Buffy.
“Hey!”
Buffy ignored him and turned to Angel, “We were going to have some hot dogs and hamburgers do you guys want some?”
“Ummm…no thanks, we have some paperwork to go over. Spike bought a house.”
Buffy turned to Spike, “That’s great Spike…finally ah, no more dingy apartment. Congratulations.” She kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you pet, it’s been a long time coming.”
“Oh I don’t know Spike, I think the crypt-apartment suited you perfectly, it went with all those skanky ho’s you’d pick up.” Xander sneered at him, and then he was hit in the face with a splash of water again, this time by Kathy.
“Hey!”
She waved her little fist in the air at him, “You be nice to my Uncle Spike or you can get out of my pool!” She warned him.
“You tell him pet!” Spike said grinning at the audacity of his niece, ‘God he loved this kid!’
Angel scowled at her. He didn’t like him either, but he didn’t raise her to be rude. “Kathy that’s not nice.”
“Oh don’t worry about it, Xander’s heard a lot worse.” Buffy chuckled.
The whole scene was making his uncomfortable, he had to get out of here, “Spike let’s go.” He walked away toward the house without sparing her another glance.
“Friendly guy Buff.” Xander said.
“Shut up Xander.” Watching him walk away with stiff angry strides, she sighed heavily.
***
Angel sat at his desk in the library at the back of the house, a whiskey in his hand, his eyes peeled to the petite blonde that lay outside soaking in the sun.
After Spike left he contemplated going outside but decided not too. He just did not feel comfortable hanging out with her friends. Of course he could stop torturing himself and move to the front of the house, where he couldn’t see her but then he couldn’t watch Xander either.
He drank his whiskey and poured another glass all the while watching her. The more he did the harder he got, and the more he watched that boy ogle her, talk to her and touch her, the more hostility he felt.
God she was so beautiful, so sexy. Her hair was pinned up haphazardly, she lay there with her eyes closed, her head tilted back, she had one knee bent and her foot was tapping to the music blaring out of the stereo.
His eyes scanned over her face and down her slim neck. Down to her breasts that were practically spilling out of the sides of that little dinky triangle top she wore. Her flat belly glistened under the sun’s rays like beacon to his darkened desires. His eyes moved lower to that indecent thong she wore and the neat trimmed curls he knew were under it.
He drank down the whiskey and poured another, his eyes still on that spot, the most amazing place on this earth…his passion, his obsession, his prize for sticking with his morals, and ultimately his home.
He growled loudly as Xander leaned down and said something in her ear making her giggle, “fucking punk!” he snarled then drank down his whiskey and poured another.
Xander moved away and Angel’s eyes followed him, angrily. “Have you been to my home boy?” he sipped his whiskey. “Have you sampled my woman?” he sipped some more and his eyes automatically roamed back over to Buffy, “Was he one of them love?” he quietly said, hoping to god that he wasn’t.
He was completely consumed by the violent lust he was feeling, darkness was taking control and the devil on his shoulder prodded him to act. ‘Just take her! She’s yours! Look at that boy watching her, coveting her! He wants to touch her he wants to slip his little cock inside of her!’
He harrumphed and drank some more whiskey.
‘You’re not going to allow that are you? You’re not going to allow his slimy hands to roam her beautiful body are you?”
Suddenly he stood up slamming the rest of his whiskey down. “No…I’m not.”
His stride was purposeful and determined as he walked over to the intercom on the wall. Pressing the button he spoke into it, “BUFFY can you come in here, NOW!” He screamed.
Buffy felt his heated eyes on her the whole time and she was just about to make some excuse and go inside to see what he was up too. Instead she jumped clear off her seat at hearing his voice come out of nowhere and a very unpleasant angry voice at that. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“The intercom.” Kathy pointed to the little box on the wall then returned her attention to Willow, who threw a volleyball at her.
“I’ll be right back guys watch Kathy.”
Grabbing her towel but not bothering to put it on she walked into the house, dragging it behind her. It was cool inside and she shivered as little goosebumps appeared on her arms.
Turning the corner she opened the door to the library and peaked inside, “Angel? You in here?”
His hand shot out from behind the door, grabbing her arm and pulling her inside. He slammed the door shut and threw her up against the wall face first. He pressed against her and leaned in, “Nice suit.” He sneered.
Buffy heard the zipper of his jeans being lowered she heard the shuffle of fabric being pushed down and then she felt his hands pulling her thong off and she smiled. Finally…finally she was going to get what she wanted! She had finally succeeded in pushing him over the edge! ‘Thank you Xander!’
She closed her eyes as she felt his velvety cock slide across her wet lips. She pushed back trying to catch the head and push herself fully on him, but he wouldn’t let her. His hands dug into her hips painfully holding her still, not allowing her to move.
She panted into wall as she gave him the control he demanded and she waited to feel him inside of her. But that never happened. Instead he moved faster, his hips pistonning back and forth, his hard cock slipping between her lips over and over again.
“Mine.” He said his movements erratic and jerky in his violent lust. He was where he wanted to be but not where he wanted to be. It was completely frustrating. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to ram inside of her so she knew whom she belonged too but he still felt like he couldn’t.
“Angellll…so good…feels sooooo good!” she whined, and it did, the way his silky hard shaft slid back and forth over her wet pussy was the most erotic sensation that she ever felt. It was a new experience for her, having sex but not really having sex. She never would have thought that she could get this hot without him actually being inside of her. But she was, her whole body was on fire and her clit throbbed angrily every time the head of his cock slipped over it, teasing it harshly. The only thing that could top this sensual play was getting him to slip his cock fully inside of her hot pussy. So she tried.
“Please Angel, come inside…I have to feel you inside of me…please!” She pleaded with him.
He steeled himself to ignore her hot and sultry pleas, pleas meant to drive him insane, meant to drive him over the edge. He knew what she was about and if he was a lesser man, he would have listened to her siren’s call. But he wasn’t and instead his hand left her hip ripping her top to the side and roughly squeezing her breast.
“GOD…PLEASE!!!” She whined again, bucking her hips back into him.
He continued to ignore her pleas, he continued to fuck her, his dick moving fast between her aching lips but never slipping inside.
He grunted loudly. It would be so easy…so easy to reach paradise, to take his prize but his conviction to not take her held out over the lust, over the need to possess her.
He slammed against her again the mushroom head of his cock running over her clit, she arched back, her head slammed back into his shoulder and she screamed as she came. “ANGEL!”
He grunted again his only acknowledgement of her orgasm, feeling her creamy cum coat his cock he tweaked her nipple and bit her neck, slamming against her once more then cumming hard, his seed shooting out between her legs and on the door.
His hips slowed as he gradually came down from his orgasmic high. Her hand snaked up to his head and pulled him down to her mouth. She slipped her tongue inside and kissed him tenderly her hand playing with his hair.
“mmmm” She nipped his lips as her eyes opened to his chocolate gaze.
He smiled sheepishly at her, “Sorry.”
She smirked at him, “No your not.”
He smirked back, his eyes filled with contented pride.
He kissed her one more time then stepped back and pulled up his pants as Buffy straighten out her top and pulled on her thong. Then she moved up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So I guess you like my suit eh?”
He leaned back, his eyes roaming down her body; he smiled appreciatively, “Yes I do.”
Then his eyes hardened and he pulled her closer, “and so does Xander.” He snarled, the possessive anger returning now that his lust had been sated, sort of.
She smiled knowingly at him, “Oh so this was you marking your territory?”
He smirked then leaned forward and took a big whiff; smelling sex, smelling him, smelling her…it was a good smell. “I’d say I did a good job.”
She laughed softly, and then looked at him seriously, her fingers toying with the fine hairs on the back of his neck. “Angel, you know I’ve never been with him, right?”
“I know.” No he hadn’t known but he did now and he felt somewhat better or maybe it was just the release he had that calmed him, really he didn’t care. All he cared about was that she smelt like him and he smelt like her, it was the way it was supposed to be. The way it would be again…soon.
They kissed softly again then she pulled back and out of his embrace. “I should get back outside and make sure that Kathy didn’t kill Xander.”
She walked toward the door her movement slinky and sexy once again and his eyes followed her hungrily…again. ‘Shit will I never get enough of her?’
She opened the door and turned around, “she doesn’t like him either…go figure, like father like daughter.” She giggled and blew him a kiss, softly closing the door behind her.
“Smart kid.” Angel proudly said.
***
Two hours later the back door was thrown open and Kathy ran inside her little wet feet making prints on the marbled floor.
Angel came out of the library, “hey, hey what happened to drying off your feet before you slosh water in my house.” He yelled at her as she ran upstairs.
“Sorry Daddy, I have to get changed. Buffy said I’m a prune.” She was so happy she didn’t bother waiting for his response she just ran all the way up the stairs and disappeared.
He chuckled.
“Hey.” The soft voice said from behind him.
He turned and was hit once again with her beauty as she leaned against the door, her eyes holding his with love and passion
“Hey”
They shared a knowing smile and Angel put his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t reach out and grab her.
She walked over to him; “I’m going to drive Willow and Xander home. And then I was thinking that I’d like to come back, and…talk.”
He looked at her she looked serious. “Talk as in talk, talk, or…talk?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed.
“Angel. I’m serious.”
“Oh, serious Buffy,” He stood up straight and stuck his hand out. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Angelus.”
She laughed wholeheartedly and smacked him on the chest. Quickly he grabbed her hand before she could pull away and he pulled her in. He leaned down and kissed her softly then moved to her jaw and down her neck then back up to her ear. “You’re so beautiful, so sexy…I can’t get enough of you.” He nipped her ear.
She giggled, “The feelings mutual.” She squeezed his ass pushing him further into her.
He growled, “Vixen.”
Hearing the horn blaring outside, she sighed and pulled back, her expression serious again, “Angel, I’m serious, I’d like to come back and talk to you if that’s okay.”
He lifted her hand and kissed it hotly, his tongue swirling on the back of it. He leered at her, “I await your return milady.”
She shook her head at his silliness and turned and walked toward the door. Opening it, she turned around again, “I’ll see you in about an hour.”
***
An hour later Angel was pacing in the hallway waiting for her to come back when the phone rang.
“Hello”
“Hi”
“Hey where are you?” He asked sitting down on the stairs.
She sighed, “I’m home. I’m not going to be able to come over tonight.”
His brow crinkled, “Everything alright?”
“No…yeah, it’s just Riley. One of my teachers called Friday about a test I failed and he’s on a rampage. He wants me to stay in and do my homework like a good girl.”
“Oh.” He said disappointingly. “Well he does have a point, school is important Buffy.” He hoped he wasn’t the reason for her failing grade.
“No you’re not the reason for me failing that test. I was failing way before I met you.” She chuckled.
He smiled, “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Know what I’m thinking?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know, I just do.”
There were a few minutes of silence; “I’m going to miss you tonight.” Buffy said softly cradling the phone close as if he was there.
“Me too.”
“Angel, I wanted to talk to you about…”
“BUFFY….” Bang, bang, bang, “Are you on the phone? Didn’t I tell you no phone till you did your homework?”
Angel heard Riley yelling in the background and then he smiled at Buffy’s response. “Yeah, yeah all right already, leave me alone!”
“Sorry, he’s an asshole.”
Angel chuckled, “So I keep hearing.”
She smiled, “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow and we can talk then, okay?”
“Okay. Buffy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to miss you too, tonight.”
Her heart fluttered at his words and her soul sang. “Goodnight Angel.” She sweetly said.
“Goodnight Buffy.”
Buffy hung up the phone and settled back against her pillows. She closed her eyes and went over what she wanted to say to him tomorrow. This could be the biggest conversation of her life and she wanted to make sure that she came off sounding sure and confident, and not like some stupid little kid.
To Buffy he was the beginning of her real life and she didn’t want to fuck it up. Tomorrow she would sit him down and tell him straight out that they were couple and that was that.