A/N: Here we are the final chaps. These last two, hopefully smutty enough for you smutmongers, chapters are dedicated to DaniMarie for giving me the opportunity to write this wonderful idea, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.
And to the readers for letting me know that the smut was right on! So many, many thanks to…Diane, Suzie, Bre, Gretchen, Lil Oracle, Christine, Malicious Angelus, Rachel, Vampire Lady, Lynn, Obsessive Angel, Terra, Cathy, Lea, Agnieszka, Nina, Ayleen, Babs, Prophecy_girl3, Glennierose, Chelle, Carola, Marielovesdunk and Moonlight…Hugs and Kisses to all of you and I hope you enjoy the ending!
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Chapter Fifteen
Wednesday Night…
Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon flew by for Buffy with Riley leaving for Argentina Saturday night she had a lot to do and Riley did something that she never ever thought he would. He called Mr. Snyder and told him that there was a family emergency and that Buffy wouldn’t be at school for the rest of the week.
It was a little shocking because he actually did something nice for her for a change but ever since they had their talk, her relationship with Riley had been nothing but the best. They laughed and joked with each other; they talked about their futures and what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives. They even talked about their mom, dad and brothers who they both missed terribly.
She had never stopped to consider the possibility that Riley was also deeply affected by the deaths of their family. She only thought about her own misery. Now she knew and she understood how hard it had been for him to give up on his college life to take care of her. And she felt completely ashamed of the way she’d acted and how much harder she had made it for him.
It had been a very emotional night for her. She had never talked to anyone about her grief, except Giles, and the fact that she was able to do it with the one person she’d always wanted to, was a completion of sorts for her. For the first time in her life, she knew exactly who she was, where she came from, and what she wanted. It was funny that she had Spike to thank for all of her good fortune and she made a personal vow to one day do the same for him.
Although the week had been both therapeutic and busy, she missed Angel and Kathy to death. Since their talk at the mansion she hadn’t seen either one of them and she felt like a piece of her was missing. Everyone in the room that night, except her, had agreed that she should stay at home with Riley for his last week. Even Angel, although begrudgingly, wanted her to spend time with Riley.
When she had adamantly refused to do it because she didn’t want to be away from Angel and Kathy even for one day, he had calmly pulled her outside to the hallway and told her that this was her opportunity to get to know her brother, to put aside any past hurts and pains and to start over with him. He told her that since meeting her he realized that a person was nothing without their family; that family, no matter what, stuck together. Then he had embraced her in his strong arms and whispered to her that they had their whole life together and that even though it would kill him to be away from her for so long he thought it was important that she spend time with Riley. So she had agreed.
Of course she spoke to them everyday. Every morning Kathy would call and wake her up and tell her what she did the day before. Then she would whine about how she missed her and wanted her home where she belonged. Buffy always ended up with her eyes misty with tears of love after those conversations.
At nighttime when she lay awake in bed thinking of him, he would call. He would tell her how much he missed her, how he couldn’t wait to see her and touch her again, how he looked forward to living with her and coming home every night just to hear the sound of her voice. Those conversations always ended with her heart racing and her body pleasantly numb and covered in sweat from the sweet release that his deep sultry voice so expertly coaxed from her.
As every day went by and Friday drew closer, her excitement kept increasing. She felt, no she knew that she was on the threshold of a new beginning and she couldn’t wait to get it started.
While the week went fast for Buffy, it couldn’t have gone any slower for Angel. No one wanted to talk to him; no one wanted to even be in the same room with him. He was curt, quick to temper and extremely broody. Only Kathy would spend time with him and that was only because she was the fruit of her father’s loins. She drove everyone nuts with temper tantrums at every turn; she was uncooperative and extremely obstinate. Just that night at dinner she had adamantly refused to eat her peas, which frustrated Giles so much that he was ready to pull out his hair.
They were two peas in a pod, father and daughter, and as Angel laid her down to sleep that night he was reminded about how special and unique Kathy truly was.
“Daddy?” She asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“When’s Buffy coming back? I miss her.”
He smiled, she sounded so sad and dismal and he knew exactly how she felt. He sighed deeply and smoothed her hair away from her face. “She’ll be here soon baby, just a couple of more days and then she’ll be living here with us, wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes but why did she have to go away daddy?” Her eyes lowered and she gripped the blanket, “Was it something I did?”
He looked at her questioningly. “Why would you ask that baby?”
She shrugged then whispered, “Mommy left too.”
Angel leaned forward and kissed her forehead, “Sweetie your Mommy was sick that was why she left us. You had nothing to do with it. Buffy hasn’t left us; she just had to spend some time with her brother before he moves away.”
“Oh is that who that loud mean man was that hit Uncle Spike?” she asked.
Angel cringed. “You heard that?”
“Yes, Daddy. He was very loud and he didn’t seem very nice. Are you sure Buffy’s okay with him?” Her facial expression was very severe and she looked like she was ready to go out and save Buffy from some demon that threatened her.
He smiled at her; she looked like a sweet little avenging angel. “Of course she is sweetie. He’s her brother, and brothers don’t hurt their sisters.”
‘Except Spike’ he chuckled to himself remembering the day of Elizabeth’s funeral and the way Spike had slapped Darla across the face.
“Where is he going?” she asked curiously.
“Well Riley’s in the army and he’s being transferred to Argentina.”
“Ar…den…tina?”
He smiled, “Argentina sweetie, it’s in South America.”
Her eyes crinkled in confusion, “That sounds very far away daddy.”
He nodded, “It is.”
“And Buffy is staying here with us?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes she is.”
Kathy smiled brightly shaking her head up and down. “Good, because she belongs here with us daddy you have to make sure that she always stays, because I love her.”
Angel chuckled and answered honestly, “So do I baby, very much.”
He realized as she looked up at him that he hadn’t mentioned that to her before, yet she didn’t look surprised or shocked. She didn’t look upset and she certainly did not look like that was something she didn’t want to hear. She looked…inquisitive, and he suddenly felt like he was in the interrogators chair.
“You do?” her eyes were glued to his like she was waiting for something.
Angel looked right back at her and shook his head, “Yes I do.”
He actually fidgeted slightly as she continued to stare at him with that inquiring gaze. “Have you told her that you love her daddy?”
Angel looked away feeling a little embarrassed. This was a strange conversation to be having with his four year old daughter. How could she understand that there were many different forms of love? She was so young and the only love that she knew about was the love that she felt for her family. There was no way she could fathom that the love he felt for Buffy was deeper than all of that, that it was soul binding. How could she possibly understand the deathly fear he had in his heart about revealing his true feelings to Buffy.
“Well…um…no, no I haven’t.”
Kathy’s eyes bulged and then they crossed angrily, “Daddy, you should tell her. I always tell her that I love her and she says it back to me. If you told her then she would say it back to you and then she would stay with us forever.”
Angel smiled at how sure she was of that and at how mature and understanding she sounded. “You think so ah?”
Kathy shook her head, “You should always tell someone that you love them daddy, it makes them feel good.” She threw her hands up in the air appearing completely exasperated with her daddy. “Plus how will she ever know unless you tell her!”
He was taken aback by her astuteness; she made everything sound so easy and simple, if only it was. “Yes it does you’re right.”
“So you’ll tell her?” she asked, waiting for him to answer her positively and she looked like she was ready to rip his head off if he answered in any other way then what she thought he should.
“Yes baby I’ll tell her.”
He looked at her seriously, “Kathy how did you,” then he started to tickle her sides and Kathy giggled trying to get a way from him, “…a little four year old imp, become so smart about love?”
“Stop daddy!” she giggled and Angel did, sitting back and laughing as she laughed wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes.
“I’m very mature for my age daddy,” she said quite seriously.
He just looked at her one brow raised in disbelieve with the things that came out of his daughter’s mouth, ‘this must be Buffy’s influence.’
“Are you now lass?” he said as he slipped into his Irish brogue, feeling at ease and comfortable playing and talking with his daughter. “And who told ya that?”
“Buffy.”
“Ah of course who else would say that but another person that was older beyond her years.”
She smiled at him, “She said you would say that.”
He smirked at her and she smirked right back at him. Then his smirk disappeared and his face turned serious once again. “Kathy I want to explain to you about my relationship with Buffy.” Angel hesitantly started; he had to tell her sometime.
“You mean that you two love each other the way a mommy and daddy are supposed to love each other and not the way that Uncle Spike loves her?”
‘eh?’
“How do you know about the different kinds of love baby?”
“Well Grandpa Giles said that when two people love each other the way a mommy and daddy do that it was different from a love that friends have. He said that when two people find each other and all the pieces fit together like a puzzle then that’s a forever love, a soul mate love.” Her eyes crinkled like she wasn’t sure she totally understood that but she was willing to go along with it. “Like him and Grandma Elizabeth and you and Buffy.”
Angel was shocked to hear her say that. He had no idea that Giles had talked to Kathy about this but he was so grateful that he had, because honestly, he had no idea how he would have explained it. “He did, did he? Well he’s right and that’s how I love Buffy. Does that bother you?”
“No, I want you to be happy daddy, and I know that Buffy makes you happy and she makes me happy, and I know that we make her happy…we’re a family daddy.”
Angel felt such relief at hearing her words that a big smile crossed his face. “Yes we are a family baby you’re right. Now it’s late and you have to go to bed.”
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead then stood up and walked over to the door. He looked back at her, his perfect little girl, and sent a silent prayer to god for her. “I love you Kathy.”
“I love you too daddy.”
Now as he stood in the basement pummeling the bag in front of him his mind moved on to thoughts of Buffy, but that was nothing new. His mind was always on Buffy and the worst part was at night when he was alone in his bed. His dreams were a mix of hot urgent sex, sweet slow sex, and just about any kind of sex that his deprived mind could think of, which resulted in him calling her every night and tell her how much he missed her. How much he wanted to touch her and please her. He even coaxed her into a little phone sex, which although wasn’t perfect, the sultry tone of her voice filled the void…a little.
Nevertheless, he was still a loose cannon and the knowledge that Friday, and what that day represented, was so close only made him more frustrated and tight. It didn’t matter how many times he jacked off in the shower or with her on the phone, he was as horny for her now as he was the first moment that he saw her standing in his hallway.
Not seeing her only served to heighten his desire and lust. He had become accustomed to seeing her every day, talking to her, touching her soft silky skin. His lips had become addicted to the taste and feel of her, and not being able to do those things sent his body into sexual overload.
Truthfully he was a little concerned for her well being, because he knew that when Friday came he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. He knew that the first time was going to be quick and rough. He smirked thinking of all the fun he’ll have making it up to her.
So while he was frustrated and ready to snap at the slightest provocation, he just kept repeating to himself, that Friday was only a day away. That was his saving grace because he knew that it would be over soon. He grinned. He had so many plans for them, for her and her birthday, and he knew that soon he would be able loose himself in the hot solace that her body and soul would provide.
***
Buffy opened the door to her closet and pulled out a dress. She was going out to celebrate her birthday tomorrow night with Willow and Xander and she was contemplating what to wear. It was a sheer black chiffon dress that in her opinion was very modest for a night out with her best friends to celebrate her birthday. It was knee length and had spaghetti straps with a plunging neckline and an empire seam. It was one of her favorites.
She had mixed feelings about going out and she wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to go. But Willow and Xander had insisted saying that since they would all be graduating soon and moving on, that they didn’t know when the next time they would all be together.
It was a good point plus Willow had specifically planned it for Thursday so she couldn’t say no. Willow said that she knew she probably had plans with Angel Friday night, and then of course Riley was leaving Saturday, so tonight had to be their night. She did look forward to hanging out with her friends because she really hadn’t lately except for that Sunday in the pool and she did miss them. But she had a strange feeling about tonight it was in the way Xander looked at her, the way his ‘I know something you don’t know’ face grinned at her, that told her he had something up his sleeve.
She shrugged off her paranoia it didn’t matter what he planned, she was so happy and excited about everything that nothing else mattered. Plus she also figured that it was the perfect opportunity to get Angel used to the idea of hanging out with her friends, something that she knew still made him uneasy.
RING RING RING
Sitting on the bed she reached for the phone, “Hello.”
“Hey baby.”
She smiled her nightly call from her lover was something that she always looked forward to, “Hey to you too.”
“How are you?” Angel asked.
“Mmmm, tired, you?”
“Lonely.” His deep voice penetrated her senses and kicked her hormones up a notch. She smiled as she felt the now familiar tingles of desire slowly start to seep through her weary body.
“Oh? What’s a matter Kathy not keeping you company?” she teased him.
“I’m lonely for you lover.”
His voice dipped down another notch and Buffy’s body immediately reacted to it, she felt her nipples tighten with lust and she moved up on the bed leaning back against the pillows. She closed her eyes and concentrated on him. She purred into the phone, “Mmmm, I know…me too. I can’t wait to see you Angel, I miss you so much.”
Angel leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes imagining that she was here with him. “One more day and one more night, and then we can…console each other.”
She huskily laughed, “I like the sound of that.”
Looking at her dress and remembering why she had it out she took a deep breath and asked him. “Umm…Angel, do you have plans tomorrow night?”
“Why?”
“Well Willow and Xander are taking me out for my birthday to the Bronze and I thought that maybe you could meet us there?”
His eyes immediately snapped open and he gulped, ‘hang out with her friends! Why would I want to hang out with her friends? So I can really feel like an old lecher?’
“Ah…Buffy I don’t know if I feel comfortable with that, I mean Willow’s great but I don’t think Xander likes me very much,” he grumbled into the phone, thinking about how much he didn’t like Xander.
Buffy giggled, “you mean because you don’t like Xander.”
Angel smirked, “Am I that transparent?”
“Only to me lover.” Just as she expected, he was uncomfortable hanging out with her friends because they were younger and that only reminded him of her age, which reminded him of his age, which ultimately made him uncomfortable. Inwardly she sighed, she thought they had gotten past this ridiculous notion of the age gap. ‘Silly man. Doesn’t he know by now that I always get what I want?’
“Are you sure? I’ll let you get me drunk and take advantage of me.”
He chuckled then froze as heimagined what would happen. Buffy would be decked out in some sexy come hither outfit, drinking which meant less inhibitions, and all the ogling perverts that would be staring at his woman and trying to get a piece of her.
Buffy was silent on the other end as Angel pondered his jealous thoughts, she waited patiently for the answer she knew she would hear.
“What time?” he asked begrudgingly.
She smiled, “Ten o’clock?”
“Okay I’ll be there.”
“Don’t sound so thrilled Angel you might give me a heart attack.”
He chuckled softly.
Twirling the phone cord in her hand she whispered, “I can’t wait to see you? Will you dance with me?”
“Ah…I’m not that good of a dancer Buffy,” he said shyly.
“Well if it’s a slow song will you dance with me?” she asked again.
‘Slow song…her ripe body pressed up against mine, her scent in my nose, her hands on my body, my hands roaming down her body.’
“Yes.”
“Good.” She peeked at the clock. “Oh god it’s so late.” She closed her eyes yawning as the weary events of the day once again took hold of her body. “I’ve done nothing but clean and pack for the past two days, I really need a break and tomorrow will be perfect.”
He wasn’t too sure about that but he agreed with her anyway. “Yeah.” Seeing that it was one in the morning he reluctantly said, “You go to sleep baby and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay…I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Bye”
“Bye”
Buffy immediately got under the covers and went to sleep her dreams filled with beautiful dances under moonlight skies and a strong pair of arms holding her close.
But Angel couldn’t sleep and once again found himself downstairs in the basement beating the hell out of his poor punching bag.
He was arguing with himself about the logic and saneness of going to the Bronze tomorrow. While he ached to see her he was also hit with a wave of insecurity and fear, there were so many what ifs going through his head that he felt like it was going to explode.
What if after being away from him for a couple of days she realized that her feelings were not that deep?
What if after hanging out with her friends, people that were her own age, she decided that he was too old for her and that they had nothing in common?
What if while hanging out at the Bronze she met someone else, and realized that she didn’t care for him as much as she thought, and instead saw him only as forbidden fruit that she was not supposed to have, hence the obsession with him.
What if after realizing all these things, she changed her mind and didn’t want to be with him.
There was a lot of what ifs and he was able to acknowledge to himself that he was afraid that each and every one of them would come true.
It all went back to the fact that they had not once told each other that they loved one another and because of that this fear was rotting away in his mind and in his belief in her, it was coaxing him into believing in it and telling him that she was just using him.
He knew deep in his heart that these uncertainties were unfounded and just his own insecurities about their relationship and that’s why he agreed to meet her there. He was a firm believer that to put faith and believe in your fears was foolish and if he allowed himself to do that then he would definitely lose her.
So he sucked it up and agreed to go, he wasn’t going to let his emotions get in the way of him getting what he wanted. Unless those emotions were the ones that screamed at him to fuck her. Those, he snickered to himself, he would let run wild.
***
Thursday night at The Bronze
The music was blaringly loud and the club was dark. A figure stood in the darkened shadows; his face a mask of hatred and jealously as his eyes blackened with righteous anger stared at the young boy that was slowly but surely inching his chair closer to his woman.
It was eleven o’clock and he’d arrived at The Bronze about half an hour ago with every intention of relaxing and enjoying himself. He had stood in the doorway looking for Buffy when he spotted her sitting at a table with a nice looking young boy.
Immediately his body tensed, his eyes darkened and all thoughts of trying to enjoy himself flew out the window. The fear took over and every single argument that he’d had with himself last night repeated itself in his head.
He felt the need to protect his heart and the best way to do that was to lurk and stalk. So he sank back into the shadows of the club and slowly made his way to the darkened corner behind them, where he could blend in and listen to their conversation, and maybe find out her true feelings before it was too late.
‘It’s already to late you idiot, you love her!’
Buffy checked her watch for the tenth time as a shiver ran down her spine. She had the distinct impression that she was being watched but when she looked around the darkened club she saw no one, so she assumed that it was just the wandering eyes of Matt who sat across from her talking her head off.
She checked her watch again, it was eleven o’clock and there was still no sign of Angel. She sighed again, anger starting to seep into her, anger that he was standing her up because of some stupid idea he had in his head and really angry that Xander had set her up on a blind date with this guy Matt. She had been so mad when he introduced him as her date but she never got a chance to yell at him because he quickly disappeared with a floundering Willow behind him.
She should have expected this, and she had but she had been so consumed with her own inner peace and happiness that the part of her brain that normally detected deception was nowhere to be found. She knew Xander didn’t like Angel. He had in fact just the other day tried to talk her out of it, telling her that he was too old for her and that she was wasting her life and time on a man who was too old and came equipped with instant family.
She saw red and punched him hard in the stomach, and when he bent over clutching his stomach and looking at her in shock, she yelled at him. She told him that she didn’t care what he thought, that she loved Angel and Kathy, that they were her family, and that if he couldn’t handle that then she didn’t want to be his friend anymore. She should have known that his quick agreement was false.
So she had been forced to sit here and hang out with Matt. He was a nice guy but she wasn’t interested and the more he talked the closer he inched his chair to her. Her eyes hardened. She was miserable and pissed off, and all she wanted to do was leave. When his hand came up and rested on top of hers she decided it was time to go, not even noticing the dark shadow that stood behind her growling softly.
Angel stepped closer to rip the offending hand off her but he stopped when he heard her voice. It was not the hot seductive sound his fear was expecting to hear instead it was hard and it was cold, and it was clearly disinterested with the person she was talking to.
“Matt…look I’m really sorry, I don’t know why Xander set us up on this date…I’m involved with someone that I care very deeply about and in fact I’ll be moving in with him so I really don’t see the point in us continuing with this charade.”
She checked her watched again and grumbled, “In fact he was supposed to meet me here tonight and he so in trouble for not being here.”
The rage receded at hearing her words and he quickly blended back into the shadows a stupid grin on his face…’I’m in trouble’ feeling a rise in his pants he adjusted his now hardening cock as images of Buffy punishing him set his body on fire and put out the flickers of fear that he had allowed to overcome him.
Matt’s hand slid off of hers, “Oh…Xander didn’t mention that.”
Angel grinned as he watched the boy pull away, ‘that’s right boy…stop touching what’s mine!’
“That’s because Xander doesn’t like him and doesn’t mind his own business. I’m really sorry I hope I didn’t lead you on in any way.”
Quickly Angel turned around and headed out the door to the alley where he parked. Jumping in, he started the engine and sped out heading home. Excitement coursed through his body and his hard on grew painfully…he felt such relief at hearing her say those words that it made him feel wicked and naughty, and he couldn’t wait to…express himself.
“No it’s okay Buffy, I understand. I enjoyed talking to you,” Matt said as he smiled at her shyly.
Buffy stood up already dismissing him, “Yeah me too. It was nice meeting you, but I have to go.”
“Sure…okay, I’ll…ah see you around.”
She smiled at him tightly and quickly headed out the door. Once she reached outside she practically ran to the car.
‘He better have a damn good explanation for standing me up!’
***
The Mansion
She opened the door and shut it, quickly making her way up the stairs and to Angel’s bedroom. She was going to give him a piece of her mind! She still couldn’t believe that he stood her up, some first date this was.
She just turned the corner when she was grabbed and pulled into the shadows and thrown up against the wall. His strong body pinned her to the wall as he grinned down at her hungrily.
She squashed down the instant desire she felt from his body next to hers and the heat she read in his eyes, and instead she stared up at him accusingly. “Where were you?”
Angel grinned at her, his eyes hot with possession and lust, he felt so much joy and peace that he didn’t care how pissed off she was, and he didn’t care about what he was about to do, because he was about to do it…the need to express his love and devotion to her stronger than any sense of morality he currently had. He knew that his reaction to hearing her turn that boy down was a little silly, but for him it was like an aphrodisiac and his lust immediately took control. He was going to have her; he was going to take what was his…to hell with her birthday!
His left hand latched on to a breast roughly squeezing it as he leaned down and kissed her collarbone, as his other hand gripping her hip.
Buffy shivered uncontrollably as she pressed herself further into his hardness, her eyes closed, “Angel what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m taking what’s mine.” He said as his lips trailed up her neck and to her ear where he lightly nipped on her earlobe before thrusting his tongue inside, making her moan.
“Angel, what’s going on?” she asked, she knew something had to have happened to make him so…aggressive. Then she thought back to that feeling of being watched at the Bronze, and as he nipped her neck and suckled her skin, her eyes popped open with the knowledge that she hadn’t been going crazy.
“You were there.” It wasn’t a question, because she knew he was.
“I was there.” He said licking the sensitive skin behind her ear.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked curiously her head tilting to the side to give him better access. He grunted his approval and he lifted her leg, placing it on his waist, slowly massaging her thigh.
“I saw you there sitting with that boy.” He growled out the thought once again rankling his possessive nature, which induced his desire to control her, which in turn made his actions more brutal.
Roughly his fingers moved up her leg, his nails lightly scraping her skin, reaching her panties he skimmed the lace edge then pressed down rubbing her satin covered wet slit up and down, applying more pressure with every stroke he made.
“ohhhh…!” Buffy moaned as her head fell back against the wall and her body obeyed his every stroke and command. She would do anything he asked, she only hoped that he would.
“I wanted to kill him for talking to you, for touching you.”
His finger pushed her panties to the side and stroked her moistened lips as his mouth continued to suck and nip on her neck. His other hand squeezed her breast and pulled on her nipple, rotating it between his fingers, eliciting another guttural moan from her.
“Angel…”
Tired of the barrier that stood between him and his prize, he grabbed her panties and yanked them off, having the presence of mind to stuff them in his pocket so he could save them.
“I realized that I was afraid, afraid that maybe you would like hanging out with him, that maybe you would change your mind and not want to be with me anymore. I had convinced myself that I was an obsession to you and nothing more.”
She heard the sound of a zipper and then she felt the hot mushroom head of his cock as he slowly rubbed it along her wet cleft. Her breath hitched and her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her body was on fire, but her mind listened intently to every word he was saying, as her soul and heart soared into the clouds of love passion, and understanding that threatened to burst.
“When he touched your hand I stepped closer ready to wipe him away, then I heard you…”
The head of his cock pressed against her opening and slowly pushed forward.
“Oh God…” she whined, her head whipping to the left. He was so big and he stretched her tight walls so much that it was slightly painful and her nails brutally dug further into his shoulder.
Angel ignored the slight sting of her nails in his flesh and continued, “I heard you tell him that you were involved with someone, that you weren’t interested in him. And I felt …relief, and I felt stupid and foolish for ever thinking what I was thinking, for not believing in you and what you felt.”
He pushed forward, and he was halfway inside of her stretching her tight sheath. He hissed. She was so hot, so tight.
“Yes Angel…believe in me, always believe in me…” she whined as she slowly started to rock back into him, needing him to be fully embedded inside of her.
The clock in the hallway struck twelve and the first chime rang.
He took her head in his hands turning her to face him, his eyes were dark and intense drilling into hers, “I’ll always believe in you baby.”
He pushed forward until he was all the way inside of her hitting her womb as his mouth brutally closed over hers covering her moan, as the clock continued to chime in the hallway.
He moved quickly; his body hungry for the release that he had been seeking for so long. Buffy held on to him tightly her other leg coming up and wrapping around his waist as he continued to plunge inside of her wet channel.
The clock chimed again.
No words were spoken between them…only the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was heard as he continued to thrust inside of her, continued to claim her.
The faster he moved, the hungrier their mouths claimed one another, and still the clock chimed.
His body hummed with every frenzied motion he made and his mind screamed at him to slow it down or he was going to cum, but he couldn’t stop. He was beyond slowing down at this point. He had waited too long, had been craving it too much and he knew that he couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Sorry…can’t…hold…on,” he said just as he slammed into her one last time coming inside of her as stars shined behind his eyes. He finally felt the deep connection he had been seeking from her.
As the clock’s chime struck one last time, Buffy’s legs ruthlessly squeezed his waist at the same time that her body tightened and her inner muscles contracted squeezing his cock and coating him with her hot creamy release.
Angel shook his head in wonderment trying to clear the orgasmic fog, he couldn’t believe he had come so fast and so hard, and that it had been the most fulfilling sex he had ever had…so far. He never dreamed that he would feel so complete and so much a part of someone else. His mind, body and soul sang with the satisfaction that filled him.
Slowly he pulled back from her, his eyes adoringly staring at her as his hand wiped away at the tiny droplets of sweat that now resided on her forehead. Leaning forward he licked them up wanting to taste every thing that her body created.
He smiled at her as she opened her eyes and smiled back, his eyes flitted to the clock on the wall and he looked back at her smiling sheepishly, “Happy birthday.”
She looked over at the clock, it was 12:01AM Friday, it was her birthday…she was finally eighteen.
She grabbed his head, “Perfect timing,” then kissed him hard; pulling away she looked at him with awe. “God Angel that was incredible!”
He grinned at her and shook his head no. “That…that was nothing baby…we have only just begun.”
Slowly he leaned down and took her bottom lip in his teeth suckling on it gently, his cock twitched telling him that he was ready to go again. He should have been surprised, but he already knew that he would never be able to get enough of her.
Buffy chuckled when she felt his semi-soft cock growing inside of her again, “Again lover?” she purred as she squeezed her inner muscles and held on to his growing cock.
“Always,” he said groaning as his hands once again found their way to her breasts. He tweaked her nipples as he slowly started to rotate his hips against her pelvic bone.
Her entire body was just one big pulsing throb and she grabbed his head, “fuck me again lover.” She demanded.
He growled at her harsh words and was ready to push forward once again when…
“Angelus, is that you?”
Giles was just about to fall asleep when he heard voices in the hallway. Knowing how impatient the two of them were he immediately got out of bed. Not that it really mattered, as he checked his watch. It was after midnight and Buffy was officially eighteen, but he still had to play with them a little.
All things considered, he wasn’t’ surprised at what he saw when he arrived in the hallway. He wasn’t so old as to not notice what was indeed going on. He could easily see two shapely legs wrapped around Angelus’ naked waist. He frowned outside, but inside he was grinning from ear to ear, ‘ah to be young and impetuous.’
“Buffy, Angelus, I hope that you are not doing what I am pretty sure you are doing. You do realize that it’s midnight.”
Angel and Buffy giggled at each other not caring in the least that Giles just walked in on them. Angel pulled out of her and set her down quickly he pulled his pants up and closed them. When Buffy’s legs hit the floor they were slightly wobbly and he gripped her hips to steady her as she smoothed down her dress. They turned to Giles both of them feeling giddy and silly.
“Hey Giles.” Buffy said as Angel wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back against him. He almost groaned when she snuggled her tight little ass into his throbbing cock.
Giles smiled at them, “Angelus, I think it’s time you two went to sleep, don’t you?” He looked at them pointedly.
They both turned with big stupid smiles on their faces ready to oblige him and get some…sleep? But they were stopped by his next words…
”Alone.”
Buffy turned around ready to protest. What was the big deal? She was eighteen and there was no reason they couldn’t sleep together. ‘Not like we’re gonna be sleeping anyway’ she giggled inside.
“Giles…” she started to complain.
But Angel squeezed her to silently shut her up. “You’re right Giles. It is late and we’re sorry we woke you. We’re going to bed.”
“Good. Good night then.” He turned around then stopped, “Oh and Buffy?”
“Yes?”
“Happy birthday.” He smiled at her and walked away and down the hallway. When they heard the door open and then close, Buffy turned around in Angel’s arms, her eyes scolding him.
“Angel, why did you agree to that?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “We can finally spend the night together! Isn’t that what we’ve been waiting for?” She couldn’t understand it, their time was finally here and he was telling her to go to sleep…by herself!
Angel just smirked at her then kissed her on the nose as his hands squeezed her ass. “I have a lot of plans for us tomorrow. Trust me; you are going to need your rest.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled. Her mind already bombarding her with all the luscious images of what those plans would be. Her mouth watered in anticipation. She knew that the wait would be well worth it and it was only one more night.
He pulled her off of him and turned her toward her room; he smacked her on the ass then gently pushed her toward her door. “Sleep tight lover.”
She brazenly looked over her shoulder at him as she swung her hips back and forth walking toward her door. Reaching it she opened it then stopped and blew him a kiss. She stepped inside and as he stared at her, she couldn’t help but feel the need to torture him just a little for making this decision, so she reached back and unzipped her dress and let it fall carelessly to the floor.
Angel growled hungrily at his temptress as she stood there with her breasts bare and wearing nothing but a black thong, black stockings and high heels.
“Pleasant dreams lover” she purred softly closing the door in the face of his lusty expression. ‘Um, let him think about that.’
He sneered at the closed door, “Vixen.”