Bonded

Chapter Seventeen

 

Buffy turns around and watches him straighten his clothing.

Buffy: So “that” is why you dragged me up here.

Angel: No, I came up here to show you something. “That” was just a bonus.

Buffy: Show me?

Angel: Yes, come here.

He reaches out and takes her hand and leads her toward a back wall and a large sheet covered object. She watches as he pulls the fabric away to reveal the warm yellow oak. Buffy moves forward and her hands caress over the curves as she leans into examine the intricate carving.

Buffy: This is beautiful.

She runs her fingers along the artistic mastery.

Buffy: Orchids. Look a hummingbird. And is that bumble bee?

Angel: You like it?

Buffy: Of course.

Angel: Good.

Buffy: So this is for our room?

She stands up and moves to one of the large post.

Buffy: This thing is what seven feet?

Angel: I think so.

Buffy: The posts are huge. The bottom is as big around as your thigh.

Angel: Think it is strong enough to hold up to an enthusiastic slayer and her vampire lover.

Buffy looks over her shoulder and smiles.

Buffy: It probably could.

Angel: I think so too.

Buffy: So why is it hiding up here and not in your room already?

Angel: Well when you have a slayer on your ass ready to dust you, you do not sleep with any wood nearby.

She smirks.

Buffy: So you were scared of me?

Angel: Maybe. But that was not the only reason.

Buffy: What else?

Angel: The bed is oversized and has to have a mattress set special ordered which takes a couple weeks.

Buffy: Oh.

She stands back and looks at the bed more critically. He stands behind her and wraps his arm around her waist.

Angel: What is wrong?

Buffy: Nothing. Just imaging what you would look like tied spread eagle in this bed.

He leans down to her ear.

Angel: Having fantasies are we?

Buffy: Just the one so far

Angel: I have one too. I see you with both your wrist tied to the top of the post, right below the finial.

Buffy: My feet would be dangling.

Angel: Not if your knees are on the bed.

She swallows as he continues.

Angel: I see your chest pressed against smooth wood. Your breasts softly caressing against it as I………

Buffy pulls away from him.

Buffy: We need to…

Angel: Go downstairs?

Buffy: Yes.

She moves toward the door.

Angel: So we using this bed?

Buffy looks over her shoulder and smiles.

Buffy: Do you even have to ask?

She stops before heading down the stairs.

Buffy: Angel, am I turning into a nymphomanic.

Angel: I don’t think so.

Buffy turns back to the stairs.

Angel: But you definitely are a necrophiliac.

She stops turns and bursts out laughing. He smiles and they proceed down the stairs. As they reach the second floor they do not find the others and move on downstairs. The others are sitting around talking and look up as Buffy and Angel enter.

Dawn: Where did you get to?

Buffy: Angel was showing me the attic.

Dawn: The attic? Uh huh.

Buffy: Yes the attic. There is a bunch of furniture stored up there. He wanted to show me a bed for our room. You should see it. It is this yellow wood with huge posts and the most amazing carving on the headboard.

Willow: A four poster bed?

Buffy: Yes. It is beautiful.

Dawn: But there is other furniture?

Angel: Yes. You and Willow can help us choose what to use.

Buffy: That is if we move.

Dawn: You don’t want to?

Buffy: No, I just want us all to agree.

Dawn: Well I vote move.

Buffy: Willow?

Willow: I agree. I think it will be good for both you and Dawn to get away from the memories.

Buffy: And you too?

Willow just nods.

Giles: If I may interject. This place needs major renovations and that will cost money.

Buffy: Not a problem. Angel says he can afford it.

Giles looks at Angel and he nods.

Giles: Oh.

Angel: I never intended on using the money but I realized after Connor was taken that his life and the others I care about is more important than my guilt from its source.

Giles: Oh, I see.

Silence descends upon the room until Buffy speaks.

Buffy: I am glad we are all here. Angel and I have a few things we need to discuss.

Dawn: About this place?

Buffy: Not exactly but that too.

She looks around and then at Angel. He nods at her.

Buffy: Angel and I have talked about Connor’s future and we have to be prepared for the possibility we both may not be here to raise him.

Dawn: But you will.

Buffy: Dawnie, you know that we are in danger everyday. We have to face that fact and so we have talked about what should happen in case the both of us are gone. I know Dawn would have Dad to take her in but he would not want to take a baby. Especially one that is not a blood relative.

Willow: You know I…

Buffy: We know Will, but I know and you know, you are not ready to be a mother. We need someone who is ready to take on the responsibility and the life of another. Someone who can be a parent to a child even if they are not related. Someone whose heart and mind are strong.

She glances at her mentor.

Buffy: Someone I trust with my life and would protect my son if I can’t.

Everyone looks at Giles and he removes his glasses and looks down as he begins polishing them.

Angel: I know it is a lot to ask. But we need to know he will be safe and cared for and raised to be a gentleman as well as a man.

Giles looks up with tears in his eyes.

Giles: I am not sure I can do this. I don’t know anything about raising a child.

Willow: Yes you do. You raised all of us. Well at least the last five years. And you would not be alone. He is part of our family now and I would do what ever has to be done.

Giles: But I am in England.

Buffy: And his father is Irish.

Giles: You are both sure?

Buffy: It is what we want but if you decide you do not want the responsibility we will understand.

Dawn: It may never happen.

Giles: We can hope.

He looks at Angel and stands up.

Giles: You would trust me with your son’s welfare?

Angel: I would trust you with my life and my son’s.

Giles turns and hugs Buffy, kissing her softly on the cheek. He turns toward Willow sitting on the couch.

Giles: I guess if I am his godfather, I should at least hold him.

He leans down and lifts the baby into his arms. Buffy moves beside Angel and they wrap their arms around each other. Giles smiles at the child as his small hand snakes up and grabs his glasses.

Buffy laughs: Connor.

Giles: It is okay. He can’t hurt them.

Buffy pries them from the small fingers and tucks them in Giles coat pocket.

Buffy: Lesson number one. Everything goes in the mouth.

Giles: I will remember that.

Dawn: So are we going home?

Buffy: Not yet. I need to tell everyone something else.

Giles sits beside Willow with the baby.

Buffy: As you well know, in the eyes of the State of California, Angel does not exist and therefore we can not get married.

Dawn: What about fake IDs?

Buffy: Yes but that would not be legal and we can not draw more attention to ourselves.

Willow: So who cares. Tara and I never could have gotten married either.

Buffy: No but we can do the next best thing.

Xander: The Irish marriage?

Buffy: Yes. We have that, but I have contacted a lawyer and am petitioning the court to change my name.

Dawn: Change it? To what?

Buffy: Buffy Anne O’Hara so Connor and I have the same last name.

Dawn: O’Hara. No longer Summers?

Willow: Dawn, her name would change if she could get married any way.

Dawn: I guess. But what is the Irish wedding. Could you do that instead?

Buffy: Xander has a big mouth.

Angel: The marriage he is talking about was used a couple hundred years ago in Ireland. Back then it was often too expensive to have a traditional ceremony.

Giles: And in the smaller counties, they would marry by a simple exchanging of the claddaugh.

Buffy: Exactly.

Giles: But it is no longer a legal form of marriage.

Buffy: No but it is not about legality. It is about feeling married.

Dawn: But you already have a claddaugh don’t you?

Buffy: Yes. Angel has given me two actually. One on my seventeenth birthday and one on my twenty-first.

Willow: So are you saying that you are married if not legally, at least emotionally.

Buffy: In our hearts, yes.

Dawn stands up and walks over to Angel and looks up to him.

Dawn: You love my sister?

Angel: You know I do.

Dawn: You ever going to break her heart again?

Angel: No.

Dawn: Then I guess you can be my brother-in-law……..if only emotionally.

Angel: Thank you.

She reaches out and embraces him.

Xander: Are we done with all the hearts and flowers?

Willow: Xander.

Xander: Sorry but I need to get up early. I have inspectors coming onto the job site and even with a clipped wing I have to be there.

Angel: Did you talk to the realtor?

Xander: Yes. He was able to get the police to release the house and we checked it out this afternoon.

Angel: So?

Xander holds up a key ring.

Buffy: You are taking it?

Xander: Meet your new neighbor.

Dawn: Neighbor? You are moving? Where?

Xander: The gatehouse.

Buffy: When you moving in?

Xander: Tonight. I have most my stuff still in the car and I will get the rest from the apartment later this week.

Dawn: What gatehouse?

Xander: The one at the end of the driveway near the road.

Dawn: Like right here?

Buffy: Yes, Dawnie. We will all be living close together.

Willow: It is almost perfect.

Buffy: Almost.

Dawn: Can we stop and see it before we go home?

Buffy: Xander?

Xander: Sure. You guys can help me carry stuff in even.

Buffy: I see.

Angel: Before we take off, I need to know which rooms you ladies chose so we can start getting them cleaned up and painted.

Dawn: We get to pick the colors?

Buffy: No black.

Dawn: I know.

She looks over at Willow.

Dawn: Which room you like?

Willow: You go first.

Dawn: But.

Willow: Go ahead.

Dawn: Well unless Willow wants it, I like the one with the big window and the window seat.

Buffy: How did I know that?

Dawn: Willow?

Buffy: I bet I can guess this one too.

Dawn: Which one?

Buffy: The green one.

Willow smiles at her.

Dawn: Why that one? It has no view at all.

Buffy: No but it has the huge claw foot tub.

Dawn: Oh yeah. I do not see how come you two can just lay in there forever while you get all wrinkly.

Buffy: It relieves stress. You will know what that is one day.

She turns to Willow.

Buffy: Am I right?

Willow: Yes.

Angel: Okay. Xander?

Xander: I will tell the workers to start with those rooms tomorrow night.

Angel: And the plumbers?

Xander: Tito will check it out tomorrow.

Buffy, Willow, and Dawn: Tito?

Xander: Yes Tito. He is good at what he does.

Buffy: He better be.

Xander: Have you had anymore leaks.

Buffy: No.

Xander: I made my point. Angel, he will check the house over tomorrow.

Angel: Fine. Tell him to check all the bathrooms. I will eventually want to get all them in working order.

Xander: Can do.

Buffy: Anything else folks?

Everyone shakes their heads.

 

 

Later

Buffy sits on the bed brushing her hair as the shower comes on. She hears a tapping at the bedroom door.

Buffy: Come in.

Willow: Hey. Wasn’t sure which one of you was in the shower.

Buffy: Angel. What you need?

Willow: Was going to take one of those stress relieving baths but I am out of bath oil and I was hoping to borrow some of Connor’s baby oil.

Buffy: Oh, sure. Hold on.

She walks over to the dresser and looks around and then looks in the diaper bag.

Willow: If you don’t have it.

Buffy: It is here…….somewhere.

She suddenly smiles and walks over and opens the night stand. She pulls out the bottle and tosses it to Willow. Willow looks confused for a second.

Willow: I am not going to even ask.

Buffy: Good idea.

They hear the shower shut off.

Willow: Thank you. I will give it back later.

Buffy: No rush. Night Will.

Willow: Night.

She steps out and closes the door. Buffy sits back down and picks her brush back up. Angel steps out of the bathroom with his towel clinging to his hips.

Angel: Was that Willow?

Buffy: Just borrowing the baby oil for her bath.

Angel: Oh.

Buffy: You did not need it?

Angel smirks: Not tonight.

Buffy stands up and walks up to him she places her hands on his chest and lifts up on her toes and kisses him.

Buffy: I love you

Angel: I love you too.

Buffy: You tired?

Angel: A little. What you want?

Buffy smiles up at him.

Angel: What?

Buffy blushes and looks down.

Angel: Buffy?

She looks up into his warm brown eyes.

Angel: Tell me what you want.

Buffy: I can’t.

She looks down and releases his towel and it falls to the floor. As she runs her hand over his hip he catches it with his own. He brings it to his lips and kisses her palm.

Angel: Tell me what you want.

Buffy: I can’t.

Angel: Yes you can. We can tell each other anything.

Buffy: But…

Angel: Tell me.

Buffy takes a deep breath and looks down and back up.

Angel: Buffy?

Buffy: I want….I want.

Angel: Yes?

Buffy: Damn it.

Angel: Come here.

He pulls her into his arms and softly kisses her lips, then trails his lips down her neck and back up to her ear.

Angel: Do you want me to eat you?

Buffy nods.

Angel: Please say it baby.

Buffy pulls back and looks into his eyes. She moves forward and brushes her lips against his before speaking.

Buffy: I want you to eat me………..while I eat you.

She nuzzles her face into his neck. He lifts her off her feet and carries her to beside the bed. As her feet touch the ground he releases her. She wraps her hand around his rigid manhood and strokes it slowly before moving away. His eyes never leave her petite figure as she moves around the foot of the bed. He kneels on the bed and lies down across the foot and watches as she slowly unties her robe and slides it off her shoulders and drapes it over the chair. He smiles at her.

Angel: Say it again, baby.

Buffy: What?

Angel: Tell me again what you want.

Buffy: Oh my lord. It turns you on.

He smiles and reaches his hand out. She clasp his hand and he guides her over to the side of the bed. She sits beside him and he lays his head on her thigh. His fingers traces circles over her bare back.

Angel: Please.

Buffy looks down at him and smiles.

Buffy: I want you to eat me.

Angel kisses her thigh.

Angel: And?

She lies down and runs her fingers over his turgid cock. She smiles as it twitches upon contact. She takes a calming breath and looks at his face still resting on her thigh.

Buffy: I want to taste you.

She leans over and runs the tip of her tongue over the silky head and looks back at him.

Buffy: I want to lick you.

She blushes as she runs her tongue down the full length of his shaft. He moans in pleasure. She looks back down and takes another deep breath. Her face begins glowing bright red and she forces the words out.

Buffy: I want to devour you.

She leans over and wraps her hand around the base and slips her lips over the cool head. His hips arch forward involuntarily as he groans deeply. He watches mesmerized as his thick flesh moves in and out of her hot mouth. Her hand keeps a matching rhythm with the oral actions. She raises her foot off the floor and onto the bed and shifts her weight allowing her other hand freedom to cradle his balls.

His senses are assaulted with the sweet odor of her arousal. He glances at her exposed flesh and then back at her erotic performance. He lifts her thigh onto his shoulder and leans into her steamy offering. His tongue travels from front to back, before sliding between her inviting lips. He thrusts his tongue deeply and begins to stroke in and out in rhythm to her ministrations. His fingers spread the lips and he plunges his tongue deeper into her hot pocket. Her moans vibrate over his flesh. He thrust two fingers deep into her dripping channel as his tongue pays homage to her swollen clit.

She is soon overcome by the waves of pleasure flowing through her body. Her head leans back as she ascends the heights and bites her lip to keep from shrieking as he drives her over the edge. He pauses as her muscles clinch tightly and spasm around his fingers. He watches her face until she slowly regains her conscious thoughts. She opens her eyes and looks glassily into his. He smiles and she moves hungrily back to his throbbing erection. She attacks with a wild abandon and he groans at the powerful stimulation.

Turning back to her delectable flesh, his tongue flickers over her sensitive clit as his fingers caress her dripping cleft. She slows her ministrations to draw out the pleasures. She bucks as his fingertips spread her slippery juices back over her anus. His lips latch around her hard nub as his finger of one hand slides into her dripping channel while his other hand continues to caress her puckered opening. Her mouth draws deeply on his engorged flesh as he slowly penetrates her tight passage. She whimpers as sensations radiate from three points of contact. He teases her with his tongue as his fingers thrust in and out of her tight openings.

She lowers her mouth to his sack and begins lick and sucking on each twin orb in turn. He groans and bends his knee thrusting toward her hot mouth. Her hand continues the slow stroking of his cock as she fondles and taste his wrinkled flesh. Her eyes take in his complete prone position and his exposed ass. Her hand wanders from his balls toward his firm cheeks. He moans and flexes his butt muscles. Her fingers wander over his white globes as her tongue lathes at his hairy sack.

She grunts as she feels him slide a second finger into each of her orifices. Her hand travels to his own puckered opening in curiosity and is greeted by a small sigh. She strokes the dry flesh as he begins to writhe under her triple assault.

Angel: Buffy.

He reaches down and pulls her hand away from his anus. She glances down at him as he draws her hand away and down to his mouth. He kisses her palm before guiding her fingers into her own dripping channel. He coats her fingers in her own juices before directing it back to his tight opening. She smiles as she understands his desires. She forgets her own pleasures at his mouth and fingers as she embarks on new sexual territory with him. Her finger presses slowly into his bottom and delights in his squeal. She has never heard him squeal before. She takes his cock back into her mouth as her finger pumps into his snug hole. Her hands and her mouth work in tandem. He gives up trying to pleasure her as wave after wave of sensations flow through his body. He feels his climax approaching.

Angel: Bend your finger, baby.

She complies and feels the wall of his rectum as she propels her small finger. He humps his hips once at the sensation and then she feels his cock lurch hard as he releases into her hot mouth. He embeds his fist into his mouth to keep from screaming and waking the household. She sucks on his pulsing manhood until it stops quaking.

She looks at him as he stares at the ceiling with his fist still inside his mouth. She moves until she is looking down into his face.

Buffy: What are you looking at?

He pulls his fist out.

Angel: Stars.

Buffy: We are inside. No stars.

Angel turns his eyes toward her.

Angel: Tell my eyes that.

She leans over and brushes her lips over his. His hand entwines in her hair.

Angel: I love you.

Buffy: I love you too, honey.