Forever, Always, and Then Some

Chapter 106

 

Angel sits down and pulls her into his lap. His arms wrap around her waist and both his hands rest upon her enlarged middle.

Buffy: You still doing that?

Angel: What?

Buffy: Holding my stomach.

Angel: Yes, if it’s okay.

Buffy: It’s fine.

She leans back against his chest and closes her eyes.

Buffy: I have missed you.

Angel: I have missed you too. Now you ready to tell me what’s been going on?

Buffy: Not sure what to say.

Angel: Start with why you have not wanted me to come here.

Buffy: Can I ask you a question first?

Angel: I guess.

Buffy glances into his face and looks down.

Buffy: Do you think I’m cute?

Angel takes his hand and tilts her head back and looks her in the face.

Angel: Do I think you are cute?

He kisses the tip of her nose.

Angel: I think you have a cute nose.

Buffy: Do you think “I” am cute.

Angel: Sorry but cute is not the word that comes to mind when I look at you. Gorgeous, sexy, and now (his hand brushes across her breast) even voluptuous comes to mind. But, definitely not cute. Now I do think you do some pretty cute things. And some of the things you wear are down right adorable. Those overalls you wore last time for example. Now they were cute.

Buffy: You really liked them?

Angel: Yes. Not sure though if it was how cute they were on or how I knew with a quick flip of the buckles they could be down around your ankles.

Buffy: Is that what you were thinking?

Angel: Part of the time.

Buffy: Oh.

Angel: Now you going to tell me what you have been thinking?

Buffy: I guess I have to.

Angel gently kisses her. She swallows.

Buffy: I…well I…when you left…I.

Angel: When I left when?

Buffy: When you left the last time you were here.

Angel: When I had to go to LA and handle the demon from Cordy’s vision?

Buffy: Right. Cordy’s vision. Two visions in one night. Never knew that to happen. Particularly in two different cities.

Angel: Oh. So what are you saying?

Buffy turns to look him square in the face.

Buffy: Was there really a demon?

Angel: Yes. You can ask Dawn.

Buffy: You took Dawn with you?

Angel: Well I left here so late, I had no time to drop her off. She stayed in the car, but she saw us after. All of us covered in the hot pink body fluids of one dead demon.

Buffy: Oh. But, I thought since the visions were for two different cities and so close together that you lied to get away.

Angel: I did not lie to get away from you. (He looks deep in her eyes) But, I did lie.

Buffy: But, you just said there was a demon.

Angel: There was. The lie was not the second vision; it was the first one.

Buffy: What? But, Willow went with you. Why?

Angel: Willow was helping me with a little gift for you. Only way, I could think of getting out for a little while. Planned to tell you later.

Buffy: Oh.

Angel: I am sorry I lied, but I am also upset that you did not ask me about it instead of shutting me out. Let me understand this. You thought I lied and so you just decided you no longer wanted me without giving me a chance to explain myself.

Buffy: No. Not like that.

Angel: Then like what?

Buffy: I thought you lied because I thought you didn’t want me. That you lied to get away from me. Because….

Angel: Because?

Buffy: Because I am not the woman you married.

Angel: Where is Buffy? If you are not Buffy, where is she?

Buffy: Not like that. I mean I do not look the same.

Angel looks her over from her face on down and even lifts one leg to look at a foot.

Angel: You look the same to me.

Buffy: Not quite. There is a lot more of me.

Angel: (smiles) I know.

Buffy: How come I am getting the sudden impression you are having some very dirty thoughts?

Angel: Because I am.

Buffy: So you still find me desirable?

Angel: Of course. Why wouldn’t I?

Buffy: Not sure.

Angel: Buffy, I thought you had no doubts how much I love you.

Buffy: I do. Just when you left I thought you had lied because you couldn’t tolerate looking at me. Oh, and don’t think you are off the hook for lying.

Angel: I wondering when we were getting back to that.

Buffy: Well?

Angel: Reach over and open my bag. Your present is on top.

She leans over, opens the bag, and looks in.

Buffy: What am I looking for?

Angel: The big envelope.

She grabs it and leans back.

Buffy: Why does this look familiar? I know it is not what it looks like.

Angel: Open it, love.

She slides the photo out and stares at the nearly nude male looking back at her. She gasps and stares at it.

Angel: You okay?

Buffy: Just getting very warm suddenly.

Angel: Do you like it?

Buffy: I adore it. Damn you look good. Did Gwen do this?

Angel: Uh huh. So am I still in trouble for lying?

Buffy: We’ll see. Am I still in the doghouse?

Angel: We’ll see.

Buffy slides her hand into his hair and guides him into a very passionate kiss. Their arms enfold each other and their lips and tongues dance in and around each others. Their hands roam across their backs and through their hair as if they are obsessed with the feel of each other. Buffy pulls back.

Buffy: Ready to go upstairs?

Angel: No.

Buffy: Oh.

Angel: Not that I don’t want to. Cause I do so very badly. I just want to take this slow. I don’t think we should brush this all under the carpet and hope it just disappears.

Buffy: I can do slow. I want things to be right.

Angel: Good.

Buffy: So how do you want to do this?

Angel: I was thinking we would wait until we can have it all. When we can go on our trip.

Buffy: Oh, then.

Angel: It will happen before we know it.

Buffy: Oh I know it will. Probably real real soon.

Angel: Buffy?

Buffy: Guess what?

Angel: What?

Buffy: I am hungry, as usual.

Angel: Okay.

Buffy: Get use to it. I am always hungry.

Angel: Not a problem.

Buffy: Wanna give me boost?

Angel: Kiss first?

Buffy: My pleasure.

He softly kisses her then helps her to her feet.

Buffy: Why don’t you take your stuff up and check on your son.

Angel: Shouldn’t he be up soon?

Buffy: In another hour or two. Try not to wake him.

Angel heads up the stairs as Buffy heads to the kitchen. A few minutes later he comes flying down the stairs.

Angel: Buffy Anne Summers.

Buffy: Yes, Angel Liam Summers.

Angel: When did you intend on telling me?

Buffy looks at the black box in his hand.

Buffy: That was why I was trying to get you to go upstairs.

Angel: So this is why you broke down and called?

Buffy: No it isn’t. It had nothing to do with the phone call. Why so angry?

Angel: You did not call me because of the pendant?

Buffy: No I did not. I called you because I needed to see you. It had nothing to do with the fact we could have sex. If that is all I wanted I could have called you a week ago.

Angel: A week? This has been like this for a week?

Buffy: That I know of. I looked at when putting some pants of yours is your drawer when cleaning last week.

Angel: And you never told me?

Buffy: Why am I suddenly this bad guy? I admit I was wrong not to talk to you about how I was feeling, but I will not be yelled at for not telling you about the pendant.

Angel: I am not yelling. I am shocked. I thought this meant the same to you as it does me.

Buffy: Sorry, I was not in the mood for sex at the time. And the way you keep going I may not be in the mood now either.

Angel: I am…

He stops and watches mesmerized as she licks the jelly that has dripped down the back of her hand.

Buffy: You okay?

Angel: Uh.

Buffy: What is wrong with you?

Angel walks over and pulls her into his arms his mouth claiming hers. His arms pull her tight. He walks her backwards until she feels the cold hardness of the refrigerator against her back. His tongue forces its way in and begins exploring every micro-inch of her mouth. Her arms attempt to pull him closer. Her snack forgotten for the moment. Suddenly he pulls back and looks at her.

Angel: I can hear two heart beats.

Buffy: Oh. I guess you should.

Angel just stares in awe at her.

Buffy: Angel, I am not sure what just happened but I have to tell you something.

Angel: What?

Buffy: You have peanut butter and jelly in the back of your hair.

He reaches his hand up and feels the stickiness.

Buffy: Walk over to the sink and I will wipe it off.

She begins cleaning him.

Buffy: Next time warn me so I can set my sandwich down.

Angel: Excuse me. You stand there and tease me and then are not prepared to get ravaged.

Buffy: Huh? I was standing her eating my sandwich and you suddenly went Cro-Magnon man. By the way, what is with you and refrigerators. That was not my first time pinned against one.

Angel: Want to go for three?

Buffy: Slow down cowboy. You suddenly are very aggressive. Why the about face?

Angel: Complaining?

Buffy: No, but if I did something that elicited such a response tell me so I can do it every couple of hours.

Angel smiles and gently brushes his lips against hers.

Angel: Not going to tell you. I like my sanity in tact.

Buffy: Oh. Now I have to know.

Angel: Never my love.

Buffy: Not to start another argument, but do you want to discuss the pendant.

Angel: Of course.

Buffy: Want to plan a trip?

Angel: Definitely. Are you up to it?

Buffy: I guess. Just nervous.

Angel: Honesty, I like that. What are you nervous about?

Buffy: Exposing my self.

Angel: Oh. Well do you want to wait?

Buffy looks into his chocolate brown eyes and runs her hand down his cheek and gently kisses his lips.

Buffy: I want you so bad I am literally throbbing.

Angel: Your heart?

Buffy: No, much lower.

Angel: Oh, I see.

Buffy: But you said slow, so I can wait. We can take our time and make our plans.

Angel: I thought we have been doing that for months. What more to plan?

Buffy: Nothing really. Just when.

Angel: So when do you say.

Buffy: I don’t. I have made too many dumb choices lately. You tell me when and I will be there with bells on.

Angel: Bells? Now that sounds like fun. Where you putting these bells?

Buffy: That was a figure of speech.

Angel: I know, but it gave great visuals.

Buffy picks her sandwich up.

Buffy: Can I eat this without fear of being molested again?

Angel: Feed your face. You will need your energy.

Buffy: For what?

Angel: For all the fun stuff we will do tonight and tomorrow.

Buffy: What?

Angel: No?

Buffy: Tonight? You want to leave tonight?

Angel: Sorry but I have to wait for sunset.

Buffy: I thought you wanted to go slow.

Angel: I said we wait until we the pendant was ready.

Buffy: So we leave after sunset?

Angel: If we can get reservations. And if you can get ready in the short time.

Buffy: No problem. All I need is a toothbrush.

Angel: I think we should take a tad more.

Buffy: What about Conner?

Angel: I thought Dawn and Willow could watch him.

Buffy: Willow has classes and I do not want Dawn watching him alone all day. Plus she is still grounded to her room.

Angel: Oh. Well what about Crystal?

Buffy: She is working this summer.

Angel: Well we can see if Cordy or one of the others would come down.

Buffy: We need someone or else we stay home until we do.

Angel: I will call LA this morning,

Buffy: So we try to leave tonight. I better get some sleep. I have been up most the night.

Angel: You finish eating?

Buffy: Yes.

Angel: Then lets tuck you in. I will get Conner when he gets up.

Buffy: Snuggles?

Angel: Try and stop me.

Buffy: A happy?

Angel: No, no happys.

Buffy sticks out her lower lip.

Angel: Unless you want that bit I would put it back.

Buffy: Biting? Sounds like fun

Angel transforms.

Buffy: Or maybe not.

She turns and heads for the stairs with Angel right behind her. They head upstairs and as they near their door he pulls he close and kisses her deeply then releases her.

Buffy: You could have let us get inside first.

Angel: No kisses in there. It is for sleeping only.

Buffy: You are a major downer.

Angel: But I will be up later tonight.

Buffy: You will be that I promise.

Angel: Get to bed.

 

Later that morning.

Angel is feeding Conner breakfast when Willow comes down.

Willow: How did it go?

Angel: Okay. But the real test is tonight.

Willow: What is tonight?

Angel: I guess she didn’t tell you either.

Willow: What now?

Angel: That she found out last week the pendent is ready.

Willow: Wow. No she didn’t. So you are going to go tonight.

Angel: We are going to try to. If we can get everything arranged. Depends a lot on you.

Willow: If it means watching Conner, I can at night but classes are during the day.

Angel: Buffy told me. I am going to see if someone can come down from LA and stay here.

Willow: Oh, who?

Angel: Whoever will come.

Willow: Can I suggest Oz?

Angel: Why Oz?

Willow: He needs the experience.

Angel: Oh, well I can ask him.

Willow: Please.

Angel: If it’s that important to you, I will push real hard.

Willow: Thanks. Morning, Conner. Can you give Aunt Willow some sugar?

Angel: You are going to get covered in cereal.

Willow: I am washable.

Angel: I guess you are. Can I ask another favor?

Willow: Sure.

 

 

Late afternoon.

Willow comes in the front door.

Angel: Is that it?

Willow: Everything is in the trunk.

Angel: Thanks. I will call you tomorrow night.

Willow: I hope this all works out.

Angel: You are not the only one.

They hear the sound of an engine.

Angel: Sounds like the baby-sitter is here.

Willow: I am glad he agreed. It will be a good experience.

Angel: One he may not soon forget. I remember the first week or two after Connor came.

Willow: Bet it was quite an experience.

There is a knock. Willow opens the door.

Willow: No knocking is necessary here.

Oz: Hey

Angel: Hi. Thanks for coming.

Oz: No prob.

Buffy comes down the stairs carrying Connor.

Angel: Looks like nap time is over.

Buffy: Sure is. Hi Oz.

Oz: Hey.

Buffy: So you are going to do Connor duty.

Oz: I’ll do my best.

Buffy: You’ll do fine.

Angel gently kisses Conner and Buffy each on the forehead.

Willow: I picked up dinner.

Buffy: Thank god. I am starving.

Willow: Went aren’t you?

Buffy: You should be talking.

Willow: Okay, we both have developed big appetites.

Buffy: Let me go up and get Dawn.

Angel: You go on. I will get her.

Buffy: You are still he least favorite person.

Angel: I did nothing wrong.

Buffy: True, they stopped you before you actually killed him.

Angel: I was not going to kill him, just make him wish he was dead.

Angel heads up the stairs and knocks on Dawn’s door.

Dawn: Who is it?

Angel: It’s me.

Dawn: Go to hell.

Angel: Sorry, been there, done that. Not into déjà vu.

Dawn throws the doo open.

Angel: Hello.

Dawn: What do you want? There is no one in here but me, so you can take your vamp self and terrorize someone else.

Angel: Just came up to tell you that you can come down for dinner.

Dawn: Feeding time at the zoo. Let the prisoner out for her daily walk about.

Angel: Dinner is downstairs if you are hungry.

He turns away.

Dawn: That’s it?

Angel heads toward the stairs.

Dawn: You are not going to say anything?

Angel heads down the steps.

Dawn: Urgh. Damn you.

 

Later that evening.

Buffy: Okay, we have our cell phones and you have the number of the place.

Willow: We know how to reach you, but we won’t need to. Everything will be just fine.

Buffy: Okay well I will see you tomorrow night.

Oz: I tho….

Willow elbows him in the ribs.

Willow: Have fun. Do not worry about anything here.

Buffy: I know he is in safe hands.

Willow: Here is a little something for your trip. Now please don’t open it until you get there.

Buffy: Sure. Thanks

She tucks the gift bag into the top of their satchel.

Angel: Buffy, are we leaving or not?

Buffy: Impatient are we?

She heads out the door and Willow closes it behind them.

Willow: Sorry about the elbow, but she doesn’t know.

Oz: I got that.

 

 

As the car moves down the highway, Buffy slides up beside Angel. She slides her hand over and gently caresses his thigh. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and places a feathery kiss on her forehead.

Buffy: Are you still mad?

Angel: I was never mad. Hurt and disappointed maybe. But, I guess I am partly to blame for lying to you.

Buffy: You had a good reason. Actually, a pretty damn good reason.

Angel: I am taking it you like the picture.

Buffy: I love it.

Angel: I am glad. Have to admit I was nervous doing it.

Buffy: Well I was too, but seeing your face was worth it.

Angel: I know what you mean. So where are you keeping it?

Buffy: I was thinking of framing it for the living room wall.

Angel: Not funny.

Buffy: It will be for my eyes only. Something to help me keep warm on the lonely nights.

Angel: I can tell you it works.

Buffy: I am glad. But, I am sorry there were a too many lonely nights lately.

Angel: So you intend on making it up to me?

Buffy strokes his leg and runs her hand across his fly.

Angel: I meant later.

Buffy: Just getting you warmed up.

Angel: Not necessary.

She begins blowing small puffs of air into his ear while sliding down his zipper.

Angel: Honey, please stop.

She stops with his ear but continues her pursuit inside his zipper.

Angel: I mean your hand. I can’t drive when you do that.

Buffy: You’ll manage.

Angel: I mean it, please stop.

Buffy: Just relax and enjoy.

Angel: I am trying to drive.

Buffy: And I am shifting your gears for you.

Angel glances at her and immediately pulls over to the side of the road.

Buffy: What are you doing?

Angel: That’s it. Get in the backseat now.

Buffy backs away from him.

Angel: I said the backseat.

Buffy: What? Let’s just go.

Angel: No. You wanted it now, so let’s go.

Buffy: I am not getting in the backseat.

Angel: Then I will take you right here.

She backs up against her door as he slides toward her. His hands grasp her hips and pull her down onto her back.

Buffy: No pendant.

Angel: Don’t care.

He captures her mouth with his. His hands roam over her soft curves. The kiss becomes more passionate until the inside of the car is illuminated with a bright light. Angel lifts his head and looks at out the back window. Buffy slides back up to a sitting position and looks out.

Buffy: Uh oh. Busted.

Angel turns toward his window.

Angel: Hello officer.

Officer: Is there a problem here?

Angel: Not really.

Officer: I need to see both your IDs.

Angel hands them to him.

Officer: Mr. Summers, step out please.

They walk to the back car.

Officer: Is that your wife?

Angel: Yes.

Officer: Want to tell me why you are parked on the side of the road.

Angel: Was the lesser of two evils. Honestly, I did not want to cause a wreck. We are heading for a few days at a little resort and she was trying to get a head start.

Officer: Oh, I noticed she appeared pregnant.

Angel: She is.

Officer: I have three kids and every time my wife got pregnant she became what I call extremely frisky.

Angel: I can definitely relate.

Officer: I can applaud your decision not to get in a wreck but you can’t sit here either.

Angel: Got any other options?

Officer: Just one, make her drive.

Angel: She can’t do much that way I guess.

Officer: Well I don’t think I need to keep you.

Angel: Thank you.

Officer: Enjoy your trip.

Angel: (smiles) We plan to.

He walks over to the passenger door and opens it.

Buffy: What’s wrong?

Angel: Nothing. Slide over.

Buffy: Why?

Angel: Because you are driving.

Buffy: Oh. Did the cop take away your privileges?

Angel: No I took away yours. Now slide over.

Buffy: (giggles and slides over) If I have my hands on the wheel then your body is safe.

Angel: You got it

 

They pull into the parking area. Angel gets out and opens her door. She climbs out and he reaches for her but she backs up.

Buffy: Sorry but I have to go to the little girl’s room.

She turns to walk off.

Angel: By the way, I like the dress.

She turns around and glances around. Satisfied they are alone she raises the hem just enough for him to see a portion of the lace garter before continuing on inside. Angel’s face lights up and a smile engulfs his face. He grabs their bag and heads into the lobby of the main building. He walks up to the counter and begins checking in. As he finishes he turns and he is confronted by a familiar face.

Jhiera: Well look who is here. Looking for me?

Angel: No, I’m not.

Jhiera walks up close and looks into his face. Her Ko begins glowing

Jhiera: You sure.

Angel looks past her and sees his wife walking toward him and his desire is quickly reflected in his face.

Jhiera: You can’t resist the attraction between us.

Angel: Huh? What?

Jhiera: I can see it on your face.

Angel: Sorry, but the only woman I want is the one behind you.

Jhiera turns and looks at Buffy.

Buffy: Can’t I leave you for two minutes without someone trying to pick you up.

Angel: You have nothing to worry about.

Buffy: I know. Are we ready?

He holds up the key and she smiles and walks over to him. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and they head out onto the back patio toward their private bungalow.

Buffy: Want to share?

Angel: I love you.

Buffy: I know. Now who was that?

Angel: Jhiera. Met her a couple years ago when one of her female fugitives killed a man.

Buffy: Fugitives?

Angel: From her dimension. The women there are mere chattel and she helps them escape to here. They take a while to acclimate to our world and until they do they can incinerate a man by mere touch.

Buffy: Not a good thing. So why is she here?

Angel: I guess this is where she is keeping the women. She has them packed in ice and tries to keep them away from the public while they adjust.

Buffy: Well this place is pretty far removed. So what was with her neck?

Angel: Saw that huh?

Buffy: Yes.

Angel: That is her point of sexual energy and it reacts when she is aroused around a potential mate.

Buffy: Oh shit.

Angel: Her idea of a mate, not mine.

Buffy: Did you and her ever?

Angel: No! How could you ask me that? In the last 100 years I have only been with three women.

Buffy: Three? I count two. Me and Darla.

Angel: And Druscilla. But I wasn’t quite myself then.

Buffy: You definitely weren’t.

They arrive at their door. He hands her the key and she unlocks it and they enter. He places their bag on a chair and begins closing the drapes. She open the bag and retrieves the black box. She notices the bag from Willow. She glances inside and then sets both the bag and box on the nightstand. She turns down the covers and he lights the candles and turns off the lamps. She walks up to him.

WARNING THE NEXT PORTION IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. BASED ON THE RECENT POLL TAKEN IN THE ANGELBUFFY0 YAHOO GROUP, I AM BREAKING OUT THE WHIP CREAM AND GOING ALL OUT

 

Buffy: I can’t believe we are here.

Angel: Me either.

Buffy: You smell so good.

Angel: I am not the only one.

His mouth brushes against hers. Buffy runs her hands into his hair and pulls him closer. Her tongue slides between his lips and tickles the roof of his mouth and then darts down to tease his into action. He quickly responds forces her tongue back as his dives into her warm recesses. As they continue to kiss, her hands roam across his chest and suddenly yank his shirt open. She hears the popping noises as the snaps give way. She pulls back.

Buffy: Somebody got smart.

Angel: No more buttons around you. I know better.

Buffy shoves the shirt down his arms and lets it fall to the floor. Her hands roam over his chest. As her palm makes contact with his already taunt nipple, he shudders.

Angel cradles her face in his hands and begins leaving feathery kisses along her forehead, cheeks, and nose. A small sigh escapes her lips. He runs his tongue over her lower lip. He pulls back as she tries to catch his tongue in her teeth.

She giggles and pushes him onto the nearby sofa.

Angel: Whoa.

She kicks off her shoes and kneels down and removes his boots, followed by his socks. Her hands caress his feet before sliding up his shins and across the fabric covering his muscular thighs. As she kneels between his legs, he leans forward and guides her mouth to his. His hands roam over her backside and start to pull up on her cotton jumper. Buffy pulls back

Buffy: Not yet.

Angel: Oh. I can go slower.

Buffy: Please.

Angel: Not a problem. No hurry.

He resumes kissing her. Their hands tenderly wander over each other’s torso. Her hands soon drift toward his buckle. She easily unhooks the buckle and fly. Her hands slide onto his exposed hips and stroke the buttery feeling fabric of his boxers. She pulls back form the kiss and looks at the fabric.

Buffy: Silk boxers? Hey these are the ones in the photo.

Angel: Yes. But you felt them in the car.

Buffy: I was not paying attention then. But I am now. And I am loving it all.

Angel: Here to please.

He reaches under her arms and guides her to her feet as he stands. She promptly pushes way the fabric of his pants and they puddle to the ground. Angel lifts her into his arms and carries her to the bed. He lays her down.

Buffy: Slow.

Angel: I will be.

He sits down and runs his hands along her silk stockings.

Angel: I love silk.

Buffy: I know you do. But I never would have known you to buy silk underwear.

Angel: I didn’t. Willow did.

Buffy: Remind me to get that girl a present.

Angel: Make it silk.

Buffy: I will.

He slides one hands upward until he finds the lace garter. His fingers slide under it, lovingly stroking her thigh. He leisurely slides the grater down her leg and over her foot. He places her foot on his shoulder as he runs his hands down each side of her leg to the top of the stocking and slither it up and off. His lips touch the nude skin of her calf. He removes the second stocking in the same way.

As he places her leg down on the bed, he leans forward and kisses her. Her hands rub his jaw and neck.

Angel: You okay?

Buffy: I am so okay.

He smiles and lightly rubs her legs. His hand examining her every curve. He leans in and kisses. His hand creeps up under her the hem of dress and his fingertips flick across her cotton underwear. Her hips undulate at the touch. He slides his other hand under and tugs at the fabric until it slips down her thighs. Her body quivers.

Angel Cold?

Buffy: Far from it.

He drops the panties on the floor and runs his hand between her thighs. She draws her knees up and lets her legs fall open exposing herself to his hands and eyes. He stares into the wetness and involuntarily licks his lips . He moves between her legs.

Buffy: Do we need to do the spell?

Angel: Yes

He perches over her and kisses her. She reaches over , retrieves the box and opens it. She remove the pendant and printed incantation. She slides it over his head and carefully reads the words. Both watch as the stones become brighter. Angel smiles and kisses her deeply before he slides down onto his stomach.

Buffy: Hey, you kissed me only to warm your tongue.

Angel: Complaining

Buffy: No

Angel: Good.

His tongue flicks out and laps at the warm fluids. Buffy sighs. He begins leisurely running his tongue over her enflamed moist skin. Her hips thrust toward him causing him to increase the intensity of the movements.

As he continues, he becomes aware of the quietness of his partner. His eyes look up and see her watching him. At first he is undure if he his obtaining the proper reaction until he notices her white knuckles clinging to the brass headboard.

Angel: Buffy, you do not have to be quiet. No one can hear you.

She smiles at him.

Angel: You don’t want to make noise.

She nods.

Angel: You want to resist?

She nods.

Angel: You know I can’t have that.

He gently pushes her legs open farther and then uses the fingers of both hands open her sweet recesses. His mouth presses down. His tongue plunging in as far as it can and darting back out and in. On finger stroking her most sensitive area. He maintains the pleasurable onslaught . Suddenly in a gush of air from her lungs she screams his name. Angel pull back and looks at her glassy eyed expression

Angel: Much better.

He returns to his endeavor. She continues to mix moans with whimperings of his name. Soon he feels her muscles tighten followed by the quivering as she climaxes. He slides his tongue over her a few more times before replacing it with his fingers. Her hips buck upward toward his hand. She lies smiling and panting until she feels his soft lips brushing against her abdomen. He has managed to slide her hem up without her noticing. He lips trail over her smooth skin.

Buffy: Angel?

He looks up at her and she smiles. She raises her hips and he slips her dress up past her hips. She sits up and he pulls the jumper over her head. The soft pink t-shirt remains. He leans in and kisses her.

Buffy: I love you.

Angel lifts the shirt over her head. His fingers hastily unfasten her bra and remove it. His eyes roam over her body.

Angel: You are more beautiful than I ever can imagine.

He lies beside her and pulls her into his arms and peppers her face and neck with kisses. Her hands travel over his muscular back and down his silk clad buttocks. Her fingers flicker over his powerful thighs. Her hand travels back to his waist and began easing off the silken prison. Once free she lets her fingers stroke up his hip and back down and tease his balls. His first moan is low and sweet. She drags her fingers over his skin leaving a trail of warmth.

Angel shimmies his body down hers, licking and kissing his way down, until he reaches the apex of her legs. He spreads her legs and buries his face in her hot center.

Buffy: No fair.

She grabs his hair and gently tugs. He looks up at her.

Buffy: My turn.

Using the strength in her powerful legs she forces them closed.

Angel: What do you want, love?

Buffy guides him up to her face and gently kisses him and forces him onto his back, before turning her attention lower. Her fingers lead a path followed by her lips down his chest and over his hip. Her tongue brushes against the base of his shaft before slithering up and back down. He watches enthralled. Her tongue caresses his cold skin warming it immediately. She laps across the silky tip. His hips raise begging for more. She looks up at him.

Buffy: Naughty, naughty.

Her tongue continues its exploration. His hand strokes her shoulder, back and hip. Her lips skate over the apex once more and he moans in frustration. She promptly takes him deep into her warmth and his moans change to ones of pleasure. She cradles his sack in one hand and the base in her other as she continues the fellation. As he watches her, he notices her shift her hips and part her thighs exposing her soft wet skin for his delight. He looks down one more time before sinking his own mouth onto her. They continue to give mutual satisfaction to one another, until he feels himself attaining his zenith of bliss.

Angel: Buffy.

She continues, her attention becoming even more enthusiastic. His fingers thread through her blonde tresses as she feels him twitch and jerk in a complete climax. Even after the spasms have ceased she continues to bestow the fervent attention. He turns back to her, determined to bring her again to satisfaction.

His skilled hands and mouth rapidly bring her fulfillment.

They both lie back basking in the after glow of their love making.

Buffy turns over and lies beside him her head resting on his chest. His arm draped around her shoulders. Her hand caressing his abs. He kisses the top of her head before using his hand on her chin to tilt her face and capture her mouth with his. They lie there kissing. Buffy’s hand wanders downward and discovers his semi-hard organ. With a little digital manipulation he is shortly is ready for more action. She lifts over and straddles his torso.

Angel: No rest for the wicked, I see.

Buffy: Never.

Her hot wet flesh rests upon his erection as she dipped her face to his and teased his lips with her tongue before plunging it into his mouth. His moan was trapped in his throat my the pressure of her mouth. She shift her hips allowing her hot flesh to caress his hard rod. He grasps one round cheek and lifts her as he uses his other hand to direct his tip toward her wet opening. She gradually sinks down on him.

Angel: God you always feel like the first time.

Buffy: Inexperienced?

Angel: No, like a virgin. You are so small and tight, it is like reliving our first time.

Buffy: I think you are confused

She raises her hips and plunges down eliciting a loud moan from both of them.

Buffy: All women should feel small compared to you.

She rocks up and down over his engorged flesh.

Angel: You are just so tight.

Buffy: Compared to a former hooker, I wo….

Her voice cut off by new moans of pleasure as he matches her rythmn with upward thrusts. His hands gripping her hips setting the

pace. They move in tandem and she feels them both approaching climax when he suddenly lift her up and settles her over his mouth. Her hands reach out and grip the headboard as he runs his tongue into the hot rings of muscle and nerves. His finger sliding even deeper inside. He strokes, teases and probes her into a frenzy.

Buffy: Aaaaannnnggggeelll!!!!!!

Her hot juices flood his mouth. He licks her clean before lifting her back toward his hips. She guides his shaft back between her thighs and glides downward. They resume their rhythm.

Angel: You feel so damn good.

She swivels her hips in a circular downward motion and is rewarded with a moan that vibrates though out the room.

Buffy: That’s my boy.

She repeats the movement and extracts a duplicate response.

Angel: Oh yes, yes.

She repeats the movement over and over, His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips. She reaches her hand behind her and fondles his sack. As she feels it draw up she anticipates his orgasm but soon finds herself again being propelled upward toward his mouth.

Buffy: Noooooo!!!

He buries his face in her crotch.

Buffy: No.

He nips at her tender swollen skin before clutching her clitoris between his lips and sucking it fervently. He slide three fingers deep into her red-hot opening.

Buffy: No. …………….Ohhhhh…………..Ohhhhh.

She soon shudders and allows herself to collapse sideways onto the bed. She lies on her back trying to remember how to breath. She looks up to see him perched over her.

Angel: You okay?

Buffy: I am alive, but barely.

Angel: Want to stop?

Buffy: Hell no.

She reaches up and draws him toward her mouth. Her tongue caresses his lips before slipping between in a maddening exploration. He slips between her thighs and slowly enters her. He leisurely strokes in and out. Her hands slide down his back. Her hands grip his buttocks pulling him in farther. She widens her legs allowing him slip in deeper. They continue to move in unison. Her fingers dig into his muscular cheeks as she draws him inward. She feels him nearing climax and senses his muscles tighten as he attempts to withdraw. She tightens her muscles around his retreating organ trapping him.

Angel: How the hell?

Buffy: Slayer muscles enhanced my the doctor recommended kegel exercises.

Angel: Kegel?

Buffy: Improves muscle tone for delivery.

Angel: Nice. Going to let go?

Buffy: Not until you tell me why you keep stopping your orgasm.

Angel: What?

Buffy: Every time you near climax, you pull out and stop.

Angel: Are you complaining?

Buffy: Yes, I am.

Angel: Why?

Buffy: Because I love feeling you cum.

Angel: Oh you do, do you?

Buffy: Uh huh.

She wraps her legs around his and rolls him onto his back.

Angel: Whoa, watch out.

Buffy: Relax, I am taking over.

She raises her hips and grinds back down. The are soon again moving in tandem. Her hips grinding down taking him in completely.

Angel: Oh my god, you feel so good.

Buffy: Making you feel good is the plan.

He sits up and her legs slide around his waist as he drives them on. He lifts her up and down. Her fingers digging into his shoulders. As he feels her muscles tighten around his erection as she advances toward another climax, he thrust home and she feels the unmistakable jerks as he releases into her. He falls back with her in his arms, her legs trapped beneath him.

Buffy: Oh yes.

Angel: That what ya wanted?

Buffy: For starters.

She pulls her feet free and rolls off and collapses in puddle as weak as jello. Angel rolls over and looks into her face.

Buffy: Hey handsome.

Angel: Hi yourself. You tired?

Buffy: I’ll be fine. But guess what?

Angel: Let me think. Since this morning guess what has either meant food or the bathroom.

Buffy: You are getting good. Bathroom.

He helps her up and she scoots off while he watches her walk away. He closes his eyes and rest until he feels her sit on the bed. He sits up and smiles.

Angel: You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. And I have been around a long time.

Buffy: No need for flattery, you already got me naked.

Angel: Just being honest.

Buffy: Hey I think it is time to see what Willow bought us.

She reaches over and picks up the gift bag and pulls out the tissue paper.

Buffy: Just as I suspected. Willow is a very naughty girl.

Angel: What?

Buffy reaches in and pulls out a small bottle and set the bag aside.

Angel: And what is that?

She open the bottle and squeezes a small dap of pink syrup onto her finger.

Buffy: See if you can taste this.

She holds it out and he licks her finger.

Angel: Cinnamon. Nice and spicy.

Buffy: Good vampire taste buds do like spicy stuff.

Angel: They do.

She begins squeezing a large amount onto her three fingers.

Angel: Whoa, baby. What are you….

He watches as she spreads the sticky sweet goodness between her legs.

Angel: Oh. Now that I like.

She takes the bottle and squeezes a stream onto one nipple. He grabs the bottle from her and coats the other nipple before running a trail from the nipple down her stomach, around her belly button and down into her hairs. Buffy giggles.

Buffy: You know you have to clean that all up.

Angel: Not a problem.

He leans over and runs his tongue over one breast licking at the syrup dripping over her curves leaving the sweet pink nipple for last. His mouth surrounds the taunt pink flesh sucking it like a baby and being sure to remove every drop of cinnamon before moving on to her other breast. Buffy runs her hand into his hair and down his back.

Buffy: That feels so good.

He nips and licks ever drop off her chest and follows the trail onto her swollen belly. His tongue lapping at the silky skin. He works his way down being sure to remove every drop of sticky sweetness. He slides between her legs and slips his hands under and raises her bottom. He licks the small trails of syrup that have dribbled down her cheeks before diving into and removing every drop. His fingers part her lips and his tongue glides deep inside and over her sensitive tissue. He continues licking and nipping at the soft skin long after all traces of the sugar are gone.

Buffy’s hands slide into his hair and her legs open wider as he plunges his tongue and fingers into and around her flesh. As he feels her muscles begin to undulate and quake, her fingers press him closer.

Buffy: Ooooooohhhhh myyyyyyy gooooooooood. Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnngelllllllll!!!!!!!!

She throws her head back a forth on the pillow. Angel climbs up and looks into her face.

Angel: Hi.

Buffy: Uh huh.

Angel: Want more?

Buffy: Uh huh

Angel: What do you want?

Buffy smiles wickedly.

Angel: Oh so you are okay?

Buffy: I am fine. Now you lie down.

Angel: What?

Buffy: Lie down

He lies down and she looks back in the bag and retrieves another bottle.

Angel: And what is that?

Buffy: Cinnamon for you, but this is for me.

She opens and begin covering his genitals with the orange fluid. She makes sure to cover every inch. He grabs a pillow and stuff is behind his head.

Buffy: Good idea. You may be there a while.

She tosses the bottle aside and lies down and flicks her tongue under his sack causing his manhood to twitch in excitement. She rolls her tongue over his balls and back under. He reaches full arousal in mere moments. He watches as she slithers her tongue across his pelvis. She slowly removes the sweetness until all that remains is his engorged erection. Her tongue skims under it as her lips suck the fluid off the side. His chest rumbles as his first moan works toward his throat. She slides up and down the shaft on both sides. She lifts it and runs her tongue up the back side before drawing the tip between her lips. His hand sweeps her hair back and hold it out of the way. She looks and smiles before engulfing him. She draws him deep in and sucks the last of the peach liquid away. He hand stroke the base as her mouth sucks and teases the silken head. His moans are almost continuous. His free hand grasp at the sheets in a frenzied attack. This just serves to inspire her to more zealous ministrations. She suckles and draws at the hard member.

Angel: Buffy.

Buffy looks at him.

Buffy: What you want love?

Angel: Ride me.

Buffy: My pleasure.

She quickly straddle him and impales herself on his thick organ. She begins moving up and down and his hands grasp her hips and met her down ward motion with his own upward thrust. A load growl escapes his throat before he flips her over and takes over with deep hard thrust. He hooks her knees over his arms and spread her wide open and begins stroke her hard and fast. Her hands claw at his back as she arches up to meet each new thrust. He suddenly stops.

Angel: Buffy, you are drawing blood.

Buffy: Who cares?

Angel: Me, it smells too good.

Buffy: Oh’

She pulls back her hands and grabs a the sheets as he resumes the stroking. Soon he shudders and she feels the familiar quake deep inside. A sigh escapes her lips as he falls beside her.

Angel: I could do this everyday of my life.

Buffy: Me too.

Buffy wiggle up beside him and lays her head on his chest. He strokes her back.

Angel: Tired yet?

Buffy: No way.

Angel: I am sticky, can I make a suggestion?

Buffy: Shower?

Angel: No. I was thinking a late night swim

Buffy: In the pool?

Angel: This late we should have it all to ourselves.

© 2005 Tara