Forever, Always, and Then SomeChapter 116
Friday August 23, 2002 Noon at the Magic Box
Buffy: Gunn? Gunn: Okay guys and gals, this is a one on one tag team event. Just without the tagging. This mat is the playing field. There must be at least one but only one member of each team on the mat at all times. If a member is pushed or leaps off the mat then another member must get on immediately. Any questions? Okay then you have a few minutes to talk to your team and then we want Angel and Pike on the mat. Spike and Wes walk up to Pike: Spike: Are you a bloody idiot? Pike: You mean taking on Angel? Spike: Hell no. I mean the teams. Pike: Why? Spike: You gave the guy not one but two slayers. Wes: Not to mention Spike can not hurt a human. Pike: Huh? Buffy is the slayer. There is only one slayer. Wes: Trust us Faith is a slayer too and Crystal is a future slayer. Pike: Oh. Hey how was I suppose to know? Wes: Could have tried asking. Pike: Okay please tell me what I need to know. Wes and Spike quickly fill Pike in on the massacre they are facing. Gunn: Okay lets get started. Angel and Pike step on the mat and face each other. Buffy: Now let’s not go crazy guys. We don’t want any serious injuries of deaths. Gubbe: Ready? The two men nod. Gunn: Then go. Pike swings and Angel easily deflects . Two more punches are both easily deflected. Angel takes his first swing and Pike ducks. In the squat position, Pike swings out his leg which Angel leaps and avoids. Angel kicks sending Pike onto his back. As Angel moves forward, Pike rolls over and onto his feet. Angel kicks him in the hip sending him across the mat. Pike gets to his feet as Angel reaches him. Pike swings and Angel deflects. Angel punches him in the jaw followed by a punch to the stomach. As Pike doubles over, Angel spins and kicks sending Pike across the room. Pike slides across the room barely missing Buffy. She leaps to safety. Spike steps on the mat. Buffy: Angel!! Angel steps toward her concerned. Faith replaces Angel. Spike: Awww bloody hell! Faith swings and Spike deflects. He repels each punch and kick, never attempting his own. She connects a kick to his chest sending him onto his back. She leaps on him and sits on his torso. She swings and he grabs her wrist. As she jerks her hand back, he uses her motion to flip her onto her back pinning her beneath him. He captures her other wrist pinning them to the floor. Xander: I thought he couldn’t hurt her. Buffy: He isn’t. Xander: Oh. Spike leers into her face. She flips him up and over her head. She flips up and turns around in time to see him step off the mat. Faith smiles and turns as Wes steps forward. Faith: Hi Wes. Wes: Hello Faith. As he steps forward; she shakes her head and steps off the mat. Before he can recover from the shock, Crystal steps forward and raises her arms defensively. Wes turns and raises his fists. She swings and he deflects. He swings and she blocks. Again she swings and is repelled. He swings and she ducks. On her way up she hits his stomach . As he gasps, she turns quickly her leg whips up catching him along side of his head. He falls. She entwines her fingers together, drops to her knee, and pile drives them toward his chest. He rolls out of the way barely in time. They leap to their feet. They trade a few blows. Crystal connects with an uppercut followed by a kick sending him off the mat. Pike steps back on. Crystal smiles and steps off. Angel steps forward. The two trade blows. It is evident that Angel is holding back. Angel eventually knocks him off the mat. Spike steps forward. Later. Giles: Okay guys that is it. Spike: Thank god. Buffy: I guess we can all head back to the house. Faith: Not me B. I got to get back to work. This was just my lunch break.
Later At the house Angel and Spike run in followed by the others. Dawn looks at the battered faces. Dawn: What happened?! Buffy: Just a bit of sparring. Dawn looks from Crystals split lip, to Wes’s bruised jaw, to Spikes bloody nose and ends on Pikes black eye and cut chin. Dawn: The four of you were sparring? Cordy: Actually there were six, but Angel and Faith escaped injury. Dawn: Ok I don’t wanna know. Buffy: Well now Dawn, Angel and I need to talk to you and Pike. Dawn: I figured you would. Buffy glances at the crowd in the house. Buffy: Lets just take this to our room. The four head upstairs. As they walk in Angel glances at the bed and points to the rocker. Pike sits. The others sit on the bed. Dawn: I guess I am grounded again. Buffy: Not yet. Dawn: Really? Buffy: Not that you shouldn’t be. Dawn: I know. Buffy: I have had a lot of time to think about this. Dawn: When did you find out? Buffy: Two weeks ago. Dawn: And you didn’t say anything? Buffy: No. Not that I didn’t want to. Dawn: But with the demons you were scared to? Buffy: Exactly. But it has given me time to think. Dawn: Well? Buffy: I know better than to try and forbid this. It was not too long ago I was sixteen and dating an older guy. Mom could not have stopped me. Dawn: So we can go out? Buffy: No, you can’t. Dawn: Oh. Buffy: But he can come here but only if you follow specific rules. Dawn: What rules? Buffy: He can come over except on school night. At least one other adult must be home and awake. He can not come over before eight and leave at twelve. There will be no phone calls after nine. And if your school work suffers so will the calls and visits. Dawn: So no going out to the Bronze? Buffy: Not without a chaperone. Dawn: Oh. Buffy: Pike you are awful quiet. Pike: I am just stunned. Buffy: Can you accept the rules. Pike: Of course. It is more than I expected. Angel: More than you deserve. Buffy: He is right. Dawn: Any other rules? Buffy: Not yet. Dawn: So does that mean he come over tonight? Buffy: Not tonight. Dawn: Oh. Buffy: No one will be home everyone will be at the Bronze. Dawn: Oh. Buffy: But he can meet you at the Bronze. Dawn: Really?! But what about Conner? Buffy: Crystal is babysitting. Dawn looks at Pike. Dawn: Do you wanna go? Pike: Of course. There is a knock at the door. Buffy: Come in. Willow enters with Conner. Willow: Sorry, but this little guy is ready for his nap. Buffy: I bet he is. She takes Conner. Dawn: Anything else? Buffy: No. Pike: I guess I need to head home. Buffy: Yes you do. Pike, Dawn, and Willow leave the room. Angel: I don’t like this. Buffy: But I am right. Angel: I hope so. Buffy: I can not watch her twenty-four/seven but maybe this way I can control things. Angel: I don’t like it. Buffy: I know. Now go take a shower while I put Conner down. Angel: I don’t like it. Buffy: Go.
Little later. Conner is asleep and Buffy is sitting on the bed looking at her hands. Angel enters the room. He looks at her sad face. Angel: What is wrong? Buffy: Nothing really. Angel: You look ready to cry. Buffy: It’s just my hands are getting fat. Angel: You are not getting fat. Buffy: My hands sure are. Look at my rings. He glances at her hands. Angel: My lord honey. Take them off. Buffy: I can’t. Angel: Here let me. He kneels before her and tugs at the claddaugh. He looks around and grabs the baby oil. After applying the oil and much wiggling it comes off. He removes her wedding band and engagement ring the same way. As he set them on the nightstand, she burst into tears. Angel: Did I hurt you? Buffy: No, my hands look naked. Angel: It is only for a couple months. Buffy: But. Angel: No buts. Here I have an idea. He opens her jewelry box and looks in. He reaches in but jerks his hand back. Buffy walks up beside him. Buffy: What do you need? Angel: (pointing) The silver chain. (he looks at her) Do you have enough crosses? Buffy: No. She retrieves the chain and smiles. Buffy: I remember when you gave me this. Angel: I shouldn’t have after you knocked me down. Buffy: First of many. I have a fantasy about that night ending differently. Angel unhooks the chain and lets the cross slide off on to the dresser. Buffy picks it up and places in the box. He slips the three rings on the chain an hooks it around her neck. Angel: Differently? How different? Buffy: Not going to tell you. Angel: No? Buffy: No. She looks down at the rings. Angel: They are closer to your heart. Buffy: I see that. Closer to my breast too. Angel: I see that. Now are you going to lie down and get some rest? Buffy: Only if you join me. Angel: Not a problem. They lie down on top of the bed. He curls up behind her, cradling his body around hers. His arm is wrapped protectively surrounding her. Angel: Your hair always smells so good. Buffy: Hush and sleep. Buffy lies quietly with her eyes closed until she feels his body relax completely. As soon as she realizes he is asleep, she begins to allow herself to follow while maintaining control of her mind. She reaches the dream level of sleep and forces her mind out to his. As she enters the dream, she looks around. She is in a dark alley. She hears footsteps approaching. She looks up and swings up onto a pipe. Angel comes into the alley but doesn't see her. When Angel has passed underneath her, she swings down and kicks him in the back. He is knocked to the ground, and Buffy positions herself above him with a foot on his chest. Angel: Ah, hey. Is there a problem, ma'am? Buffy: Yeah, there's a problem. Why are you following me? Angel: I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I don't bite. She backs off and lets him get up, but keeps her fighting stance. Angel: Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though. She grabs him by the neck and pushes him against the wall. Angel: Did I do something wrong? Buffy: Be quiet. She steps forward and her hand slides from his throat to his lapel of his jacket as her other hand grabs the other side. She jerks the fabric down his arms and drops it on the ground. Her fingers quickly yank his shirt off in the same manner. Angel: What? Buffy: Hush! Her hands stroke his cool chest. His nipples harden on contact. Her hands slide around his neck and into his hair. She pulls his mouth down to hers. Her tongue slithers across his lips until he parts them. She thrust her tongue in and tickles his pallet and tongue. His tongue thrust forward forcing hers back a he plunges into her warm mouth. As the kiss continues her hands slide down his shoulders and torso until they come to rest on his hips. Her fingers stroke the sensitive skin of above his waistband. Her mouth travels across his cheek and down his neck. She nips at his collarbone. His fingers entangle in her hair and force her lips back to his. His tongue plunders her warm mouth, as her fingers tease inside the front waistband of his slacks. Her thumbs tap on his buckle. The rhythm causing the fabric to vibrate against his sensitive flesh. A low moan escapes his throat as his hips shift begging for release. She slowly uses one hand and unhooks the buckle followed by the single button. The cool air touches the newly exposed flesh causing him to again moan. She slips the fingers of both hands inside his boxers and grips both sides in her fist and slowly squats as she slides the material down his hips and thighs to his ankles. His fingers scratch at her scalp as his eyes follow her descent. As the clothing reaches his ankles her eyes look forward at the exposed erection. Buffy: Oh My! Angel: What’s wrong? Buffy: You are so big. He stares as she flickers her tongue out and across the silky tip. He groans at the brief contact. She slowly reaches her hand out and wraps it around the shaft . He leans back against the brick wall. The sharp edge of a crate digs into his hip stopping him from toppling over. She slowly sides her hand up and down. His fingers press into her skull urging her forward. She rolls her tongue over the tip before slipping her lips around it. His knees buckle and he reaches for the crate for support. She gently strokes and sucks on him as he manages mostly unintelligible sounds. She reaches and cradles his sack in her free hand. His hand urges her on but as she feels his balls constrict she stops and rises up. He pulls her mouth to his. As they kiss, his hands begin tugging at her light blue shirt, sliding it down her arms. He tosses it on the crate before yanking her white t-shirt up. They momentarily lose contact with their mouths as he pulls it over her head. His hands roam over her lace clad breast. The fingers slide in the feminine prison and connect with her taunt nipple. He captures it between his finger tips and caresses tenderly. Her hands slips between them and releases the front catch. The fabric falls away exposing her flesh to his hands. He pulls back from the kiss and looks down at her. He stares a mere moment before leaning down and drawing a pink tip into his mouth. She draws in a deep breath at the contact. As he suckles at one his fingers pinch and stroke the other. She arches up toward him as she slides allows the straps to slide down and off her arms. The rough edge of her buckle catches his sensitive tissue. He flinches and grabs at the metal. He wraps his fingers around the buckle and lists her up onto the crate. As she lies back , his fingers trace a path from her breast, down her flat stomach and to her waist. His hands undo the belt and fly of her jeans. She lifts her hips as he pulls the pants down to her ankles. After removing her shoes he pulls her ankles free of the fabric. As he looks up, he feels the heat emitting from her cotton covered crotch. He leans in and strokes the damp cloth with his nose. Her hips jump at the touch. Buffy: Uh hey. He looks toward her face. Buffy: Maybe I should get your name. Angel: Oh yeah. Angel. Buffy: Angel? Then I guess I am in heaven. Angel: Not yet. He runs his hands up her thighs and slides his thumbs inside the damp cotton. He caresses the wet flesh until she moans in frustration. His fingers curl inside the elastic waistband and pull the panties off. As it slips from her ankles he clutches her feet and lifts them to the crate on each side of her hips. Her wet flesh is open to his view. He slowly leans in and runs his tongue over the slick folds. Her hands seize his head and urge him closer. He licks her hot tissue before spreading the outer lips open and laping at her inner core. She whimpers in pleasure and shift her pelvis closer. He shoves his tongue in as deep as he can. She moans as she drives to force him deeper. He continues to stroke her lips with his tongue as he shoves two fingers into her wet channel. She cries out as she rocks toward the penetration. He runs his tongue over her clit before looking up at her face. She looks into his eyes then uses her hands to encourage him to resume. He drops back into her clit and draws it between his lips at the same time he slips a third finger inside. She wails in blissful abandon. He begins sucking and stroking her into a climatic frenzy. As he feels her muscles tighten around his hand he lifts up and pulls out only to slip the silken head in. He begins sliding slowly into her. She lifts up and a grimace crosses her face. He realizes her fantasy includes her virginity in tact. Angel: Do you want me to stop? Buffy: No. Just slow. He leans forward and eases gently in. He stops and pulls back before pushing forward again. He looks into her eyes and notices tears forming. He stops. She reaches for his hips and encourages him forward. He presses forward until he is sheathed deep inside. He pauses before pulling out part way and back in. She slides her hand into his hair and guides his mouth to hers. As he kisses her, he begins to slowly move inside her. She begins to meet his thrust with her own and soon they are both moaning loudly.
In the upstairs hallway. Dawn leaves her room and walks toward the stairs. She hears Buffy and glances into the room. Buffy is talking in her sleep. Dawn heads down stairs. She walks up to Willow. Dawn: Looks like they are doing it in their sleep again. Willow: Good for them. Cordy: Doing what? Dawn: Making love. Cordy: What? They can’t. Willow: They are asleep. It is only a dream. Cordy: Oh. One of them is dreaming about it. Willow: No they both are. They are dreaming together. Cordy: Huh? Willow: It is another level of the mind talking. Participating in each other’s dreams. Cordy: But it is safe? Willow: Perfectly. No true happiness and contentment. Just fantasy. From the sounds she makes at night, they do it a couple times a week. Cordy: When he is here? Willow: No they connect even when he is in LA. Cordy: Oh.
In the Alley As he strokes in and out he slips his thumb onto her wet clit and rubs. She rides the waves of pleasure and as he feels her slipping over the edge he drives deep and joins her. As they climax, she finds herself in their bedroom. Buffy: No more alley? Angel: Uh uh. I prefer my bed. He falls beside her. She looks down and realizes by her expanded middle, they are no longer in the past. Buffy: No more skinny me. Angel: I prefer you like this. Much sexier. Buffy: I am not sexy. Angel: That is my baby inside you. I find that extremely sexy. Buffy: Was Darla sexy too? Angel: No. I didn’t love her. Buffy: Oh. So if I am so sexy, why are you way over there? He rolls closer. Angel: Better? Buffy: No He moves so their bodies are touching and his face looks down into hers. Angel: Better? Buffy: Almost. Her hand snakes out and gripes his penis. It begins hardening at the touch. She gently stokes him as she slowly straddles him. She guides him to her wet opening and lowers onto him. Angel: Better? Buffy: Perfect. She begins rocking slowly. His hips thrust up to meet her. His hands grip her hips and the rhythm increases. Each expresses their pleasure in soft moans Buffy: Oh my God. You feel so good.
In the hallway. Cordy comes out o the bathroom and hears the sounds. She glances in the partially open door. Angel appears asleep and is cuddled against Buffy’s back. She also appears asleep except for the sounds of pleasure slipping from her lips. Cordy turns to leave but notices Conner sitting in his crib. She looks at the couple once more before picking up the baby and leaving. She closes the door completely. She heads down the stars. Willow: Are they up? Cordy: No, they are still asleep, but Conner was up. Dawn: Are they still? Cordy: Oh yeah. |
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