Chapter Seven

 

 

 

It was five o’clock on the dot when Spike and Angel walked into the mansion.  After their conversation earlier in the day at Angel’s office, Spike decided that he needed to step in and do something before the shit it the fan.  So after making some phone calls he called Angel at four o’clock and told him that he made them double dates. When Angel said he wasn’t interested, Spike told him flat out that Buffy was too much of a hot persistent package for a horny bastard like him to ignore, and that this was the only solution, Angel begrudgingly agreed.

 

As soon as they walked into the house they were hit with the sweet aroma of Sweet and Sour Chicken.

 

“Bloody hell that smells mouth watering.” Spike said.

 

“I told you.” Angel said as they made their way to the kitchen where they found Buffy and Kathy seated at the table eating their dinner.  They were a picture of domestic bliss and warmth, and Spike turned to see Angel’s reaction, which was staring at the scene like a dying man.

 

‘Sucker.’  He elbowed Angel in the ribs to snap him out of it and then walked in greeting the girls. “Good evening ladies.”

 

Buffy was surprised to see them here so early in the evening and she turned to welcome them. “Hey guys this is a nice surprise.” She sweetly said.

 

“Daddy, Uncle Spike!” Kathy said with a mouthful of food, which she ended up spitting out as she talked.

 

“Hey baby.” Angel said walking over to her and kissing her on the top of her head.

 

“Hey poppet.” Spike said as he sat down next to Buffy.

 

Buffy stood up and walked over to the counter; she grabbed a plate and turned toward them, “Hungry?”

 

“No thanks lass, we’re not here to stay, just so Angelus can change. We got dates.” Spike said as he stole a piece of chicken off of Kathy’s plate, who giggled at his antics.

 

Buffy almost dropped the plate she was holding, ‘Dates?’  She looked over at Angel who was avoiding her gaze and her eyes turned to slits. “Oh…” she said stonily.

 

Kathy looked up at Angel her face crinkled with confusion, “What’s a date?”

 

Angel looking extremely uncomfortable with his daughter’s question and the cold stare from Buffy didn’t know what to say; thankfully Spike had no problem speaking up.

 

He leaned forward on the counter closer to Kathy.  “Well you see Poppet that’s when ‘adults’…” he said stressing the word, “…go out with friends who are their own age and they hang out and have fun.” 

 

He finished with a smirk in Buffy’s direction who looked back at him with flames coming out of her eyes, at least that’s what it looked like to Angel, who was even more uncomfortable.

 

Standing there he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he felt like he was cheating on her.  He felt like he had just betrayed his lover and the guilt was eating him up inside. Damn Spike for coming up with this idea.

 

His hand went up to loosen Buffy’s hands that were strangling him…he shook his head, no to loosen his tie…’is it getting hot in here?’ He had to get out of here. He cleared his throat, “I’ll go change.”

 

Buffy watched him, she saw him shake his head she saw the utter bewilderment and guilt on his face and she would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the boiling anger that was slowly consuming her.

 

Kathy pushed away from the table and grabbed his hand, “I’ll help you daddy.”  Angel quickly glanced at Buffy once more before practically running out of the room with Kathy.

 

Buffy leaned back against the counter her arms crossed across her chest and glared at Spike, who looked like an innocent schoolboy.  But he couldn’t fool her she knew that he was behind this.  This ‘date’ was a result of all that tension that she had felt earlier today in his office.  Somehow Spike knew and he didn’t approve.

 

Spike, though he looked cool and unfazed, felt like he was being skinned alive by her heated gaze but knowing Buffy, he knew not to give her the upper hand, so he ignored the urge to turn tail and run and instead popped another piece of chicken in his mouth and turned to face her. “What?” he said.

 

Buffy just continued to coldly stare at him.  She found it comical that he seemed to think that he was going to ‘save’ Angel from her…ha, what a laugh. She probably would have laughed if it weren’t for the growing desire to rip his fucking head off. She smiled evilly at him and shrugged her delicate shoulders, not saying a word.

 

‘Ah the silent death stare treatment’ Spike sighed and looked at her. “Buffy luv I know what you’re up to and I can’t allow it.”

 

He actually had the nerve to shake his head at her like he was scolding a small child. Her eyebrow rose at his audacity, “You can’t allow it?” She said quietly and deadly.

 

“No I can’t! For god’s sakes Buffy are you trying to put the man in jail or something! You know what Riley would do if he found out! Listen to me for once in your life lass and leave the poor bastard be.”

 

“How would Riley find out Spike, I wouldn’t tell him, I’m sure Angel wouldn’t tell him,” Straightening from the counter she walked over to him and leaned down on the table. “I guess that leaves you…would you tell him?”

 

“Don’t play games with me Buffy. You know I wouldn’t, look Riley isn’t the problem here okay; the problem is you trying to get into the man’s pants.  Look…it just isn’t right damn it!”

 

‘Well, well isn’t he calling the kettle black.’

 

“Is that so, so it’s not okay for Angel and I to be together, but its okay for you too fuck me and leave when I was fifteen?”

 

“NO damn it that’s not what I’m saying!” he shouted at her as he stood up and angrily faced her.

 

“You’re such hypocrite!” She shouted back.

 

“I am not a hypocrite what happened between you and me was a mistake!  Just like this would be if anything happened”

 

She didn’t say anything at first and Spike gulped, suddenly very afraid for his life, because she had the most determined and sternest look on her face, it was a look that he had never seen on her before and it spooked him.

 

She stood there staring at him coldly and it almost looked like a ring of fire surrounded her. It was like she was some all powerful Goddess and he was nothing but a small insignificant mortal, with no powers and no say in anything. He finally understood the depth of her unwavering persistence and how Angel must be feeling…small, powerless, and…dickless.

 

Then her eyes soften and her aura of fire lessened to that of a candle burning in the window. “Look Spike, I know you care about me and I know you care about them.” The fire in her eyes returned and her next words burned hot with steely resolve.  “But really it’s none of your business and this ‘date game’ that you’re playing, isn’t going to work.” 

 

A few minutes later, Angel and Kathy walked back into the kitchen and Buffy and Spike were still standing there not moving, not speaking, just killing each other with their eyes.

 

‘Okay…it’s definitely hot in here.’ Angel thought, “Ready Spike?” He quietly asked.

 

Buffy took a step back and smiled at them, all the eerie tenacity gone and replaced with warmth and love.

 

Spike was completely balled over by the display of control that she had over her emotions and he wondered if he ever really knew her at all. “Yeah.” He said to Angel as he started to leave the kitchen, feeling less like a man then when he first walked in.

 

Watching Spike walk away with his tail between his legs would have been funny if Angel didn’t have the urge to scream ‘I told you so’ at him. But instead he felt bad for him, because he knew exactly what he was feeling.

 

“Okay, I’ll a…see you guys later.”  He turned around to catch up with Spike.

 

“Oh Angel…” Buffy called out right before they made it to the door.

 

He was afraid to turn around and look at her, but he sucked it up and did. “Yeah?”

 

“I thought since it was Friday and I had to be here early tomorrow anyways that I would just stay the night…in the room next to yours”

 

‘What?’

 

Buffy almost laughed at the look on both of their faces, Spike looked like he wanted to take a baseball bat to her, and her soon to be lover’s mouth dropped open at the time same time that she saw a rise in his pants.

 

She smiled at him, “That’s not a problem I hope?”

 

Kathy started to jump up and down. “Oh that would be so much fun Buffy!  We could wear our pajamas and have a pajama party!”  She ran over to her and looked up at her happily.

 

Buffy smiled at her, “We sure can sweetie, me and you all dressed up in our…nighties…playing.” She huskily said.

 

Of course she intended her words to really mean something else and to someone else.  Sneaking a peak at Angel she wickedly laughed inside, his eyes darkened with lust and they were riveted on her, and, she noticed with a giggle, that his pants rose a little higher.

 

‘Nighties…god he could see it now, Buffy in a barely there negligee…playing…’ he gulped.

 

Spike grumbled something then punched Angel in the arm snapping him out of his thoughts. “Let’s go mate we’ll be late…the ladies are waiting.”  He said smiling coldly at Buffy, who just smiled innocently back at him.

 

“Ah…yeah okay.” Angel said dumbly.

 

“Bye guys, have a great time.  Don’t worry about us…” she called out as Spike dragged Angel toward the front door, “…we’ll be here…just playing…in our pj’s!”  Spike slammed the door on her last words.

 

***

 

Later that night after she put Kathy to bed, Buffy decided to take a bath, she was very tense and she needed to relax a little.  There must have been five bathrooms in this house, but always thinking ahead, she chose the bathroom that was on the same wing as her and Angel’s bedroom.

 

She ran the hot water and poured in some bubbles, discarding her clothes she gingerly stepped into the steaming hot water and slid down till she was completely immersed.

 

Leaning her head back against the porcelain tub she closed her eyes and willed her body to relax.  She had never in her life been as sexually frustrated as she had been since the moment she stepped into this house. She was used to taking what she wanted and getting it, not this constant game of cat and mouse. Her body was so tense with lust and desire that she felt like she was going to explode.  She knew that she was so close to losing it that if he just looked at her with those hot intense eyes, she would cum.

 

She had to do something, and fast. 

 

She opened her eyes and cursed under her breath…a date…humpf.  More like an excuse to get away from her and his building passions, and to get back his self-control that he himself felt slipping away. She would bet her life that it had been Spike’s idea, the interfering bastard. Sometimes he really pissed her off!

 

God she couldn’t believe how obsessed she was becoming with him and how quickly.  It was a little scary considering that usually she was the object of people’s obsession, not the other way around.  But she couldn’t get him out of her mind, every thought was of him, every desire in her body was to just wrap herself up in him and never let go.  The urge to lick every inch of his hard muscled body reverberated through her every time she stood next him.

 

Feeling herself throb at the thought she angrily stood up and stepped out of the tub. This was it!  She had had enough!  No more playing Ms. Nice Girl, no more, I’ll leave you alone shit…she wanted him and she was going to take him and she didn’t care if she had to tie him up to do it.

 

***

 

Angel quietly opened the front door and stepped inside to a darkened hallway.  Looking briefly around he noticed the whole floor was dark and quiet, and he blew out a sigh of relieve.

 

He half expected her to be here waiting for him to come home in some skimpy little nightie. An image that had stuck with him all night, an image that had ultimately lead to him taking his date home early.  He just could not concentrate on anything else but Buffy and the fact that she was sleeping in the room next to his…it was too convenient, to tempting.

 

He was perturbed by the whole situation.  The fact that this seventeen your old imp was running him ragged was pissing him off.  He had tried to enjoy his date, Nina was her name or something like that, she was pretty and she was intelligent.  She had rambled on about her job at some lawyer’s firm or something, actually he had no clue what the hell she did or even what she had talked about.  His mind had been on one thing and one thing only…Buffy, Buffy wearing her pj’s, Buffy playing in her pj’s, Buffy taking off her pj’s, Buffy’s supple naked body spread out before him like a holiday feast.

 

He took a step toward the stairs and hissed with pain.  Leaning down he rubbed his shin. He could still feel the sharp pain of Spike’s boot kicking him under the table, every time someone said something to him and he didn’t speak up quick enough. God it had been a long evening and he was glad to be home but he was also extremely apprehensive about being here.

 

Hesitantly he climbed the steps and made a left toward the wing of the mansion where his room was, surprisingly; feeling a little let down that she hadn’t been waiting for him downstairs.  He knew he shouldn’t feel that way, she was trouble with a capital P for prison, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, he couldn’t stop wanting her and he was almost at the point where he didn’t give a shit how old she was…he just wanted to fuck her.

 

He was so mixed up he didn’t know what to think in fact he couldn’t think clearly at all.  He was mad and horny, and he was mad that he was mad and horny. He wanted to wring her neck for making him this jumbled mess of emotions at the same time as he fucked her…hard and brutally.

 

Coming around the corner he was greeted with a vision that must have materialized from the darkest pits of his depraved mind. 

 

She stood in the soft glow of candles that lit the bathroom up in a warm almost fiery glow.  Her hair was swept up haphazardly and little golden tendrils fell down around her shoulders that were bare.  She had on a short silk purple robe that came down right above her knees. She stood on one leg with one foot on the edge of the tub, as her hands glided down her leg smoothing it with cream.  Her robe was off her shoulders and wide open in the front as it swayed slightly from her actions.

 

The steam rolled out of the bathroom and into the hallway where he stood encasing him in its humid warmth.  He suddenly felt very powerful, as he stood there soaking her in. It was as if his thoughts of just a moment ago conjured her up for his pleasure…his personal pleasure slave, his for the taking…’look at her…she’s waiting for you…take her…take her now!’

 

His hand lifted to his neck loosening his shirt buttons.  Slowly he took a step into the bathroom as he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

 

He walked up behind her and grabbed her waist pulling her back against him. His body shuttered as his hard cock pressed into her silky covered ass.

 

Buffy inhaled sharply and stilled her hands. She didn’t have to look to know it was him instead she moaned at the feel of him pressed up against her and she pushed back,”Angel…how was your date?” She asked.

 

He didn’t say anything as his hands came up and rested on her back. He started to firmly rub her back up and down and Buffy couldn’t help but purr contently, as her hips started to rotate against his hard shaft.

 

“My date?  It was short…all I could do was think of you.”

 

She laughed huskily, “Mmmm…so you’re not much in the stamina department eh?” She teased him.

 

Looking down he watched her move against him as his hands grabbed her hips and he slammed against her hard, grunting as he did.

 

He sneered at her angrily, “So now on top of your shameful flirting and innuendos you’re going to slight my manhood?”

 

He slammed into her again, making her shutter with lust…”Oh God…Angel…”

 

“You like teasing me don’t you…throwing your young tight body in my face.”  He slammed into her again.

 

His hands went around her front and he brutally gripped a naked breast in his hand squeezing it hard.

 

“Ohhhh…”

 

“You want me to fuck you don’t you? You want my cock inside of you fucking you hard and fast!” He slammed into her again…violently tweaking her nipple.

 

“GOD yesss…….” She hissed in pain as his fingers continued to painfully pull and tug on her swollen nipples.

 

“You’re always there…touching me…breathing on me, trying to get me take you, teasing me!” he hissed at her, slamming into her once again.

 

“Yes!” she screamed.

 

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, he leaned forward and spoke harshly in her ear, “Yes what?”

 

“Yes I want you…yes I want you inside me…please!” She would whine and beg him all night if that was what it took for him to finally give in and take what he wanted, what she freely and anxiously wanted to give.

 

Hearing her beg seemed to calm him, and he became aware of what he was doing.  He released her hair throwing her head forward.  He was mad, he was fucking pissed off, and he felt like a caged animal ready to snap.

 

He released her hips and stood back from her. 

 

Panting heavily she stood up and faced him; her robe was opened revealing smooth expanse of tan skin and neatly trimmed hair.

 

She watched as his emotions played across his face, from anger and lust to desperation and pain.  When he spoke he sounded lost.

 

“Why…why are you doing this to me?” 

 

Tears came to her eyes as she took a step forward, “I’m not doing anything that we both don’t want.”

 

He shook his head and started to back up out of the bathroom. “No, this isn’t right, I can’t do this.”

 

He turned away and started to briskly walk down the hallway.  Buffy ran after him. Reaching him she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. “Don’t walk away from me! Why isn’t it right?  Who says?”

 

“Because Buffy you’re only seventeen…we talked about this already, remember, you agreed!”

 

“NO you talked and I just went along. I don’t agree…at all!  I want you I know that you want me, why should age have anything to do with it?  We’re just two people Angel…”

 

She moved closer to him her hand coming up to rest on his chest, her other hand slid up to his head and into his hair.  Her eyes were a bright green and she was desperately beseeching him to understand that it wasn’t a big deal.

 

“…we’re just two people with natural feelings of desire for each other, why is that so bad…to express it, to explore those feelings…why?”

 

But he was so stubborn; he shook his head sadly at her, “Because it’s not right Buffy! I’m twelve years older than you! You’re not even eighteen!”  He shook his head again at her and she was ready to rip it off.

 

Buffy was angry now, she could not understand why he would not just let go, why he persisted in being this morally correct person.  She stood back from and looked at him, “You’ve been talking to Spike.”

 

“What?”

 

“Spike…he’s the one that’s telling you it’s not right.”

 

“No Buffy, that’s not true.”

 

“Yes it is I know Spike.” 

 

Seeing a new angle to approach him with, she smiled seductively at him and rested her hand on the top her chest. She purred to him when she spoke next. “He’s jealous you know…he’s only saying that because he doesn’t want you to have me…because he did.”

 

His eyes turned darker, a storm brewed behind them, but he didn’t speak, he watched as she trailed her fingers between her breasts. “Did he tell you how he fucked me when I was fifteen?  Did he tell you how he was inside of me, how he made me scream.”

 

He grabbed her angrily by the shoulders, growling he threw her up against the wall.  “Shut up! I don’t care about you and Spike! I just want you too stop this…this…game you’re playing!  I can’t do it…I won’t do it!”

 

Silent seconds ticked by as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held her strong up against the wall his body pressed into hers but he couldn’t stop his eyes that slowly trailed down her body to her bare chest that heaved with every rapid breath she took.  His eyes seemed to smolder as they continued to look at her and her whole body burned from his heated gaze.

 

She relaxed and moved her leg so that his knee was in between her legs.  She pressed down till her naked wetness was on his leg and she started to rub against him, enjoying the friction that his pants made on her throbbing clit.

 

She started back at him her eyes a dark green her breath coming out in short pants and he watched her, riding his leg, and his own breath began to pant as his leg pushed up into her on its own.

 

“I need you Angel…I need you so bad.  My body’s on fire for you…please, just let us…be.” She implored him as she closed her eyes and started to ride him faster.

 

His hand lifted and sifted through her hair as it fell all golden around her. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, his heart breaking and his soul crying out for her. She was breathtaking in her inhibitions and he couldn’t stop himself from telling her. “God…baby, you’re so beautiful,” he said in wonderment.

 

“Please Angel…touch me…feel me…please, I beg you. Give into your desires.” She huskily said still moving against his leg.

 

He held her face in between his hands and they started into each other’s eyes as she moved back and forth across his leg. 

 

“Buffy…I…”

 

She couldn’t stand to hear his denial again, so she pleaded with him once more, “No don’t say it Angel, please I ache so much…I need you…please…” She turned her head and kissed his palm, her tongue coming out and licking him.

 

She was starting to get frantic her body desperate for release and her actions not enough to give it to her.  Her hand dropped down to his crotch and she started to rub his hard cock up and down.  Angel closed his eyes and tried to hold on, tried to stay in control.  But her breathless heady pleas were too much and in a split second he made a decision that would alter his life forever.

 

“Please Ang….”

 

“Shhh…baby…its okay…I’ll take care of you.” His voice was like warm honey that coated her frazzled nerves and her body became lax as he reached for her leg and lifted it up on to his waist. His hand lowered to her neatly trimmed curls and then slid lower.  When his long strong fingers finally touched her aching clit she hissed with pleasure…”Yes… please…make the pain the stop.”

 

“Shhhh…just relax, just feel.” He whispered in her ear as his tongue came out and licked her down the expanse of her perfect neck. Reaching her pulse point he drew it in between his teeth sucking on it as his fingers effortlessly slid across her wet lips circling her entrance.

 

Releasing her skin from his mouth he looked up at her closed eyes, “Look at me.” He said a little gruffly.

 

When her eyes opened and gazed adoringly back into his, he slid three fingers inside of her.

 

“Oh yesss….” She whined as he curled his index finger up and tickled her womb.

 

Pressing his palm down on her clit he pumped his fingers inside of her, always tickling her g-spot with his index finger, then pulling them out and doing it all over again.  Never taking his eyes off of hers he sped up his pace, pressing harder, pumping faster.  Her face was flushed with heated pleasure, her chest heaved with her rapid breath and he was getting lost in the sensuous picture that she presented, and the liquid heat that spiraled out of her and coating his fingers and hand.

 

“How does that feel baby, better?”

 

His sexy cajoling voice filled her ears and she increased her pace on his dick, rubbing him faster and harder.

 

“Yes…sooo good Angel…please faster…I need you so bad…”

 

“Shhh…” He leaned down and kissed her slowly, his tongue licking her bottom lip then slipping inside of her mouth, she latched on to it as if it were her saving grace, and she increased her pressure on his cock at the same time that his fingers fucked her faster and faster.

 

“Yesss…Angel I’m soo close…so close…just a little more…” She whined.

 

“That’s right baby…cum for me…let me feel your fire.”

 

She was close so close and she knew she was going to cum…”ohhhh…ohhh…yesssss….yes…” She screeched.

 

“Daddy?”

 

Hearing Kathy Buffy threw her head back against the wall in frustration, ‘no not again, please!’

 

“Daddy?”

 

His hand stilled, and that pinnacle peak of release faded before her eyes and before she knew what was happening he was gone and his skilled his hands were not touching her anymore.

 

She looked up at him…pleading with him,” Please Angel don’t go…don’t leave me.”

 

He stepped back from her at the same time that he lifted his fingers to his mouth.  His lusty gaze stared back into her desperate one and he placed his fingers in his mouth, savoring her honey juices as he sucked his fingers clean.  ‘oh god she tasted like perfection.’

 

The pitter-patter of little feet was heard coming around the corner.  Kathy looked at them, “Daddy?  Buffy?  What’s going on? “

 

His eyes closed for one brief second as he tried to control the timbre of his voice. Turning around to face his daughter he maneuvered his body to block the naked shaking form of her babysitter from her young eyes. 

 

“What’s a matter baby?” he shakily asked.

 

“I had another bad dream daddy?”  She said softly.

 

Angel walked over to her and picked her up, trying to calm her. “Shhh its okay baby, daddy’s here now, let’s go back to your room and get you tucked in. We can talk about your dream there okay?”

 

“Okay.”

 

Kathy looked over Angel’s shoulder and looked at Buffy, who was plastered up against the wall, her eyes closed and her hands gripping her robe together.

 

“Is Buffy okay daddy?  Did she have a bad dream too?” She quietly asked.

 

Angel looked back at Buffy who now had her eyes opened and was desperately trying to pull herself together. He smiled at her, “No sweetie she’s okay, daddy just scared her when he came up the stairs.”

 

Kathy smiled slightly, “You did that to me too once daddy, remember?”

 

“Yes I remember sweetie, come on let’s get you back to bed.”

 

He looked back at Buffy, still standing there shakily, still breathing heavily, and he felt like a cad.  “I’m sorry.”  He softly said she smiled tightly back at him, “Not half as much as I am.”

 

He turned away and headed toward Kathy’s room, “Night Buffy.”

 

“Night Kathy.”

 

After they turned the corner Buffy ran to her room and closed the door.  She fell on the bed and started to cry.  She had never in her life felt as alone as she did in this moment. 

 

She wanted him so much, she wanted everything about him, he was perfect, and she almost had him.  Almost.

 

 

Chapter Eight