Chapter Five
Buffy dimmed the lights and sat down on the edge of the bed. She pulled the covers up under Kathy’s chin and tucked her in around the sides.
Kathy watched Buffy with something that was close to reverence. She had never ever had anyone spend so much time with her and she was completely enthralled with the older girl. Even her daddy had never spent so much time with her in one day as Buffy did today.
They had played all day; Buffy had taken her to the park where she had pushed Kathy on the swing set. Then she had made her lunch and let her swim in the pool until she looked like a prune. She made her dinner and then after dinner they watched Aladdin. She never had someone that cared for her like that and her little heart felt like it was going to burst.
“I had a great day Buffy,” she said shyly.
Buffy leaned over her and kissed her forehead, smiling warmly at her, “Me too sweetie.”
“Can we do it again tomorrow?”
Buffy laughed, “Of course we can.”
Buffy was almost overwhelmed with the motherly feelings this small child invoked in her. She knew Kathy was pretty much ignored by the people in her life, and so she had set out to give her a day that she’d never experienced before. She knew that she’d succeeded by the happy cherub smile that almost blinded her and Buffy planned on giving her more days like this one.
Although she spent all day with Kathy, her mind had still lingered on the Father. When she was pushing Kathy on the swing, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at that same moment. She found herself wondering what it would be like to press her lips against his, to taste the hidden recesses of his mouth, to just bask in his incredible sexy manliness. She also found herself wondering about him in general like his past and she made a mental note to ask Kathy.
Seeing that there was no better time than right now, she asked. “Kathy do you remember your mommy?”
“No, I was just a baby when she died.” She leaned over and took a picture off the table proudly showing it to Buffy. “This is my mommy.”
Buffy took the picture from Kathy and looked at a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was holding her little bundle of joy, smiling happily, but Buffy noticed that the happy smile did not reach those blues eyes instead they were…cold and detached.
She forced herself to smile as she looked up at Kathy. “She’s beautiful Kathy.”
Kathy shook her head, “She’s Uncle Spike’s sister, but they don’t look alike at all. Uncle Spike says that she took after their nana, and he took after their father.”
Buffy was shocked to hear that, she had known Spike almost her whole life and never knew he had a sister. Wasn’t this interesting…so Angel and Spike were brother in laws…mmm. Why would he never mention that little bit of information?
She looked back at Kathy who was staring at the picture intently, there was a touch of sadness in her brown eyes and Buffy’s heart broke for her. She knew what it felt like to miss a parent; she understood the loneliness that consumed your heart, and the desolated feeling that no one loved you. She hated to see that in Kathy’s eyes and she shouldn’t have too, unlike Buffy’s situation, Kathy still had a parent, he was just not around and Buffy decided that she would change that.
“Your daddy and mommy must have been very happy together.” She smiled right before a vision of Angel hunched over Darla slamming into her over and over again swam before her eyes. She felt the bile rise up in her throat and she felt like she was going to puke. Then the vision changed and she saw herself choking the life out of the other blonde, gleefully laughing as she did it. Buffy cleared her head of the images…what the hell was wrong with her?
Kathy shook her head up and down. “They were arraigned.”
Buffy looked back at Kathy, ‘ah…arraigned, what were they criminals or something?’ her brow quirked up, no she must of heard her wrong. “They were what?”
“Arraigned. Grandpa Giles said that daddy’s parents wanted him to marry mommy, when they died daddy did what they wanted him to do. Grandpa Giles said that daddy was a very dutiful son.”
Buffy smiled, “Oh…you mean it was an arranged marriage?”
Wow, they still did that these days? How…barbaric, but it explained a lot. Thinking back to the first day she met Angel, and how he didn’t seem to upset about the subject of his dead wife, it now made sense and that put an honest to God true smile on her face. Because if it was a loveless marriage that meant that she didn’t have to deal with feelings for a dead wife, which would make her seducing him much more easier.
“That’s what I said!” Kathy said indignantly.
Buffy chuckled feeling much better now. “Of course you did sweetie, my bad I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. You know she was a teacher, my mommy.” She said proudly.
“She was?” Buffy said disbelievingly. That was not what she expected to hear. Those eyes were not the warm caring eyes of a teacher; they were more like the cold calculating eyes of a bitch.
Kathy nodded happily.
Okay she had to ask, “What did she teach?”
“Awobics and yodi.” Kathy confidently said.
AH? It took only a couple of seconds before Buffy understood what she meant…kids were so cute!
She smiled, “Oh…you mean aerobics and yoga.” Again not what she expected to hear, the woman in the picture did not look like the athletic type, she looked more like a pampered do-everything-for-me princess.
Kathy sighed, “That’s what I said Buffy, aren’t you listening?”
Buffy chuckled, “I’m sorry sweetie. I am listening. Did your daddy tell you that?”
Kathy suddenly looked away and her little face turned pink, “Not exactly.”
Ah…a child after her own heart. She gently took Kathy’s chin in her hands guiding her back to look at her, yup…there it was, the guilt.
“Were you eavesdropping?” She tried to sound stern, because really it was a bad habit but she couldn’t because that would make her a hypocrite and she may be a lot of things but she was not a hypocrite.
Kathy shook her head and whispered. “I heard him and Uncle Spike talking about how mommy was a teacher and that she could spread her legs wider then anyone in town.”
Buffy’s mouth dropped open…’spread her legs better than anyone in town…a teacher?’ Holy shit…this poor kid. She would have laughed out loud if it weren’t for the overwhelming sympathy she felt for her. She would have to warn Angel that he had an eavesdropper in the house. And someone seriously needed to set this poor disillusioned child straight.
“That’s…nice sweetie. Okay enough talking, bedtime now. Your daddy will be home soon and I want him to see how good I take care of you.” She kissed her on the check, stood up and walked over to the door.
Turning around she smiled warmly at the picture Kathy made of just a little blonde head sticking out of the covers. “Night Kathy.”
“Good night Buffy.”
Buffy started to close the door, when Kathy called out to her…”Buffy?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you.”
Buffy’s heart filled with love and a tear came to her eye. “I love you too sweetie…now go to sleep.”
“Otay.”
Buffy closed the door quietly, walked downstairs and headed toward the kitchen. She couldn’t help but smile sadly as their conversation played over in her mind; she definitely had to talk to Angel about this, because it was just really sad how disillusioned this kid was. He really needed to spend more time with her.
Entering the kitchen she checked her watch, it was almost nine o’clock and Angel would be home soon. She made a plate of food for him and threw it in the oven to warm up, just in case he was hungry.
She turned on the radio that was on the counter, cranked up the volume and put on the apron. She turned the water on in the sink and started to wash the dishes.
Lost in her world of Usher, she didn’t hear the front door opening. She didn’t hear the footsteps walking down the hall. And she didn’t hear the quick intake of breath from the kitchen doorway.
Angel stood in the doorway and gazed at the goddess moving seductively to the music coming from the radio. She had on a pair of short shorts and her perfect little ass swayed back and forth to the beat of the smooth R&B song that played. She lifted her arm and swayed her hips and the soapy water ran enticingly down her arm.
He had two fantasies that were playing in his mind simultaneously. The first, she was sitting in a tub with bubbles surrounding her, her breasts floated at the top, her nipples peeked out of the suds and she called to him with her hypnotic sultry voice…’come inside and play with me…’
The other, was much more…basic…him behind her fucking her hard and fast. God it would be so easy…just a couple of strides away and he could be pressed up behind her, rubbing his hard cock in between her tight little cheeks. He could put his hands on her perfect tits and squeeze them roughly, tweaking her nipples as he plunged into her welcoming heat over and over and over again…
BANG…his briefcase slipped out of his fingers and hit the tiled floor.
Buffy jumped at the sound and turned around. Ahhh…she thought it was getting a little hot in here. “Hey.” She said sweetly as her eyes raked down his perfectly suited form. She almost laughed because he looked a little uncomfortable at being caught staring at her.
“Hey.” He leaned down and picked up his briefcase, placing it on the table to his left; he walked further into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
‘Keep it professional…you’re her boss, she’s your employee…oh god…don’t think that!’
He cleared his throat. “How did it go today?’
Buffy smiled, all business, the poor man was trying so hard to ignore her. Oh well she’ll play along for now, because she really wanted to talk to him about Kathy first before playtime began. “Great…you have a wonderful kid Angel.”
The smile that crossed his face was one of pride and relieve; finally a subject he felt comfortable talking about, a subject where there was no way in hell his sick depraved mind could venture off into sex. “Thanks.”
Walking over to the oven, Buffy pulled on the oven mitt; she opened the door and leaned down reaching inside to grab the plate she had been heating up. “She’s very bright you know.”
Angel gulped as he stared at her ass. “Yeah I know.” Sounding less at ease then he did a few seconds ago.
Standing up she turned around and walked over to the table, she placed the plate in front of him smiling, then turned around to the fridge and took a beer out placing it in front of him, smiling at him the whole time. “Do you?” She asked as she sat down across from him.
“What does that mean?” He asked clearly confused by her question.
She shrugged, “Call it woman’s intuition.” She chuckled at the blank look on his face. “Actually it’s kind of hard not to notice plus…she told me so.”
Sadness entered his eyes and he lowered his head shamefully. “No…I don’t. But it’s not because I don’t want to, I just…I have a business to run, and I have to be there…and….”
She stopped him because she could see he was getting very agitated and stressed. She placed her hand on top of his, making his eyes immediately jump up to hers, she squeezed gently gazing back at him with understanding.
“Angel, you don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not the lonely little girl upstairs that wishes she spent more time with her daddy.”
He pulled his hand from her warm grasp and frustratingly ran it through his hair. He sighed deeply, “I know.”
As she watched him she could see the tension in his shoulders, a result of the strain of working from six in the morning to nine o’clock at night and raising a child at the same time. Her heart opened a little more for him as she said, “It must be hard raising a child on your own.”
He smiled, “Well it’s definitely not a walk in the park.”
“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing all you can do.”
They shared a warm appreciative smile together. “Now eat before your food gets cold.” Buffy teasingly scolded him.
“Yes ma’am.”
Smiling he picked up his fork and started to eat his chicken parmesan. His eyes rolled back in his head as the divine taste filled his mouth.
“Oh my God Buffy…this is really, really good.”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
She watched him as he ate, correction, as he devoured the food on his plate. Guess he was really hungry.
“Angel?”
“Mmm.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Mmmm.”
“Was Darla a teacher?”
“No, what makes you ask that?”
“Kathy seems to think she was.”
“Why would she say that?” he asked with a mouthful of food.
“Because she heard you and Spike talking. Let’s see her exact words were…’mommy could spread her legs wider than anyone in town.’”
Angel immediately coughed and started to choke on his food. Buffy quickly jumped up and ran behind him smacking him on the back.
“What?” he sputtered as he reached for a napkin.
She smacked him a few more times until he put his hand up in the air telling her she should stop. He grabbed his beer and took a long swig.
Buffy stood behind him staring at his wide shoulders and muscled back. She couldn’t help but continue to calmly rub his back, her hands delighting in the smooth hardness under them. When she spoke her voice was an octave lower. “Yup, it seems your daughter likes to eavesdrop. Now I’m pretty sure that Darla was not a teacher, and I’m pretty sure of what you guys were really saying, but Kathy of course is young and she doesn’t understand that, so she heard what she knows, what she wanted to hear.”
Angel didn’t know what to say or how to explain that Darla was anything but a teacher. Obviously Buffy knew exactly what Darla really was, so he was thankful he didn’t have to explain it but still he was very embarrassed by the whole thing. He always had been and now that Buffy knew, he was even more humiliated.
“Buffy…my marriage to Darla was not exactly…” He tried to search for the best words to explain his marriage to that bitch but was at a loss.
Buffy sensed his discomfort and interrupted him, “Angel, it’s none of my business, all I’m saying is that I think you need to be more careful about where and what and how loud you say things.”
Okay now he felt even more like shit. It was bad enough that Buffy knew about Darla but it was much worse to learn that his daughter thought she was a bloody saint! God he was a terrible father.
He placed his fork down on the table and grabbing his beer stood up abruptly, startling Buffy. He was annoyed, embarrassed and ashamed, and he did not want to face her. “I’ll be in the library, thanks for dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He curtly said as he walked out of the kitchen.
Buffy watched him go with a heavy heart. She sighed deeply and cleaned up his plate. When she was done she poured him a brandy and walked to the library.
He sat at his desk in the dark but she could see his brow furrowed in concentration. She didn’t mean to upset him; she was only worried about Kathy and thought that he needed to know what she was thinking.
He sensed her the second she stepped in the doorway, he looked up and saw her, the light from the hallway illuminating her in an iridescent glow of beauty and his breath was taken away.
He felt bad for being so abrupt with her. He knew she was only trying to help, but it was a touchy subject with him. It made him feel less like a man and more like a stupid idiot.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to be so curt with you.” He ran his hand through his hair disheveling it some more. “It’s just that Darla is not my favorite conversation. “ He stopped and wondered how much he should tell her. Even though it was the most shameful, most embarrassing time in his life and felt uneasy telling her, he also felt comfortable telling her…it was odd and it made no sense to him. But he found the words just started to come out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop.
“There was no love between us, it was an arranged marriage and she was…cheating on me from the beginning. When she died, I was just relieved to finally not have her associated with me or Kathy anymore. For that matter; she was not the most…motherly woman in the world.”
She quietly walked in and stood beside him. She placed the glass down in front of him and walked behind him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she started to slowly massage his stiff muscles.
Angel closed his eyes the second her strong hands touched his shoulders. “God that feels good,” he moaned. Getting lost in her skillful ministrations, he never once thought that this was probably going to lead to bad things.
She smiled warmly behind him. “Angel its okay, I understand. And I don’t blame you at all. I didn’t mean to pry into your business, I just…look I know how it feels to grow up with no parents around, and I don’t want Kathy getting into some of the shit that I did.”
He smiled he could just imagine what some of that shit was. “A wild one ah?” he teased.
Buffy giggled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Wild and…adventuresome.”
God he smelled so good, and she couldn’t resist running her tongue along the rim of his ear as her hands continued to work out the tension in his stiff shoulders.
At the cool wet touch of her tongue on his ear, his mind no longer thought of his dead wife or his misdirected child, his mind was totally enthralled by the women behind him.
He moaned as pleasure filled every inch of his body and soul from her actions, pleasure that he had craving for what seemed like a lifetime. Buffy taking advantage of his compliance kissed his ear then nipped it gently. She took a chance and moved her hands down his chest and up to his nipples, she pressed down then rotated them in circles, feeling his nipples press into her palms.
“You’re so tense…” She whispered as she kissed his neck. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, and her hands slid inside. She moaned as she finally touched his smooth skin and she raked her nails down his chest.
She continued to kiss his neck with hot open mouth kisses. When she reached the base of his neck and collarbone she took a mouthful of skin and bite him, laving the bite with her tongue.
Angel moaned as he tilted his head to give her better access and his hand rose on its own accord and sank into her golden silky hair, massaging her scalp. “Buffy…,” he whispered.
Buffy moaned back and shifted on her feet as she felt desire stirring in her core. He tugged on her head, pulling her around to the side of the chair.
She leaned into the chair and ran her hand down the side of his face, leaning down. Angel opened his eyes and looked into her dark green orbs, her mouth only a lick away. They stood there staring at each other getting lost in the lust that they saw in the other’s eyes.
He pulled her head down and as their mouths grew closer their eyes stayed on each other, their breath mingled and their heartbeats increased.
“Buffy….” He said as their lips finally touched and their mouths sealed over each other, their tongues playing slowly and languidly.
Angel’s hand rose up to her leg and squeezed her thigh then slowly traveled up to her ass. His fingers splayed across her cheek squeezing it roughly, making Buffy moan even louder. His other hand came around and spanned her waist.
Their kisses became more hurried, more forceful. Buffy pulled away slightly and ran her tongue across his lower lip then took it between her teeth caressing it soothingly with her tongue. She moved her hand down his chest and toward her ultimate goal. When she finally got there she squeezed his cock hard all the while marveling at how big and hard he was, she moaned again in to his mouth. God she couldn’t wait till he was inside of her.
Angel growled at her boldness and roughly grabbed her by the waist and dropped her on top of his desk. He spread her legs wide and rolled the chair forward till he was in between them, all the while still kissing her passionately, urgently.
Buffy gripped his hair painfully as he pulled away and started to kiss a trail down her neck to the crevice of her breasts. His hands came up and pushed their way under her tank top. Reaching her breasts he squeezed and they moaned together.
Buffy needing more pulled her shirt off and sat back pushing his head into her bare breasts. “Angel….” She murmured as she positioned her feet on the edge of the chair squeezing his sides.
Angel was lost, lost in a sea of desire and beautiful young firm breasts. He took a nipple roughly in his mouth sucking hard and then laving it with his tongue, tapping quickly on the hard nub. God this was where he had dreamed of being for the past two days and he couldn’t get enough. So sweet…so firm…so ripe with lust, he nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of her succulent desirous aroma and he knew he had to touch her, he had to feel her wetness, had to be inside her.
His hand snuck in between her legs and under her shorts, his finger making contact with the lace edge of her thong. He ran it up and down her covered slit…god she was so wet, he growled again wanting nothing more than to taste her juices. “Mmmm so wet…so hot…” He murmured in her breasts then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, as he pushed his finger underneath her thong and lightly touched her wet lips…they moaned in unison…”Yes…please…touch me…feel me…” Buffy whined.
“Daddy?”
Suddenly Angel stopped, hearing the scared little voice of his daughter; he lifted his face from Buffy’s breasts and looked quickly toward the door that was wide open.
“Daddy?” the scared voice said again, this time louder.
Buffy finally hearing it too opened her eyes and looked up at Angel. He had an almost feral look on his face like he was extremely pissed off for being annoyed.
“Daddy?” the voice hiccupped and a small cry followed.
He turned to look at Buffy, the feral fervent look gone, he looked at her and where she was and where he was and what they were doing and he turned cold…ice cold. What the hell was he doing! Violently he pushed away from the desk, away from the temptress, and stood up.
“I’m sorry…” was all he said, as he turned away and practically ran out of the room closing the door behind him.
“Daddy’s here baby…”
She heard him say as she fell back on the desk, trying to catch her breath and calm her smoldering needs.