SERIES : the
Buffy & Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angelus,
Buffy/Angel (at end)
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from all four seasons of Buffy & Angel season one.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “the First Taste” (Fiona Apple).
NOTES & WARNINGS : Entire
series has : rape, torture, character deaths & pain (these things are not
in every part).
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It had been seven days
now since she had gone to the mansion and she had not seen him since the
incident at the school. He had not come to her room, he had not been stalking
her in the shadows of the Bronze, and he had not left any presents for her. She
wondered where he was and if he was thinking of her? Was he mad? What was he planning?
She had expected to see him at one point in time.
She kept thinking of the
words he had said. They words they had exchanged and the feeling of him above
her, thrusting into her. The feel of him inside her mouth, the taste of him,
the feeling of his hands on her body. She was yearning for his touch. Only he
could truly satisfy her desires.
It had been four days.
He hadn't gone looking for her, he hadn't talked of her, and he had been glad
that Spike and Dru hadn't seen her there. They weren't allowed in his room, so
they didn't smell her there either. It had been four days since the episode in
the school happened. He hated being a toy in a magic scheme. He had gone to the
school to talk to Buffy about what happened and then they had, for lack of a
better term, been possessed. He didn't understand why he ran after, but he had.
It had now been a week
since they had fucked in his room at the mansion and he was so confused. He had
said he loved her and he had meant it, the whole idea made him sick. What
petrified him even more was that he still meant it. He was out hunting and he
had to keep his mind on the prize. He didn't know why he hadn't taken Buffy
when he could have. He could have turned her, he wanted to, she was his, she
knew that now. But he was curious as to how her sexual awakening was coming
along. She had been wonderful, more than in fact. He couldn't describe it, her
mouth, her wet heat, she was a scratcher, he liked that. But he had kept his
distance in the past week, he was sure she would have changed her mind about
what she said.
He couldn't explain what
was happening inside him, what she did to him. He refused to put a label on it;
he didn't know how to explain it. When he saw her outside, he hated her, was
disgusted by her. But when she was next to him, close to him, he loved her,
needed her, like a desire that could never be quite satisfied. He needed her
and it drove him crazy. But she hadn't come close to him recently, so he was
safe from those feelings.
It was just after he
made that decision in the ally after feeding off some poor girl that he felt
her. He turned around and she was standing there. "Hello lover." He
said as he turned around.
"Angel."
"That's not what
you screaming last week."
"Is she dead?"
"Yes. When I bite, I
bite to kill."
"That's not what
you were doing last week."
"Touché Buff, touché."
"Angelus...
I..." He had to get away, he hated her so much, he brushed past her in the
alleyway and she did not follow.
She had no idea what to do.
She knew what she wanted to do, she wanted to go back to his room and try those
handcuffs in the box in the closet. She wanted to chain herself to him and ride
the waves of anger and frustration only she provided him. She wanted to chain
him to the bed and dish out as much torture as he had to her friends.
She wanted him to take
her once more in his arms. She hated herself for loving the demon, but she did.
She decided to make the first move. That night, she watched the mansion, when
him and Dru had left, she snuck inside. Spike was nowhere to be found and that
was good. She slipped up into his room and closed the door behind her. It would
be a couple hours and he would probably come back. Now she had to plan her
seduction. The thought thrilled her as much as it did scare her. How would she
know what to do? Would he actually let her chain him to the bed frame? She
hoped.
She took off her clothes
and put on the lingerie she had bought for this occasion. It was of burgandy
satin and lace. She then opened the closet and took the box out and sat on the
floor with it to explore it more fully. She lined up the water and other things
up on the floor so she'd have them ready. She left the box opened on the floor
and she pulled the curtains of the canopy closed. The bed itself was very
sensuous, with satin sheets, and chenille curtains surrounding the bed, it
surprised her that Angel or Angelus would go for this kind of stuff.
"Guess people really do surprise you. Great I'm talking to myself."
She opened up the windows,
leaving the curtains closed, but the wind blew in and the curtains of the bed
wisped around the bed. She went about lighting candles around the room and lit
some vanilla incense she had brought. Then, she laid back in the bed, propped
up by the pillows, hair flaring out around her and waited for her lover.
//I lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace, my blue//
"Spike?
Darling?" Dru walked back into the mansion, Angelus at her side.
"Dru baby, how was
it?"
"It was so
disappointing, only one old man."
"Oh pet...
sorry."
"Gee, I hate to
break up the party, but Dru and I have plans, and it doesn't involve you,
Spike." He cracked a smile, "Come on Dru, you need to be punished for
scaring that girl away."
She giggled and followed
him upstairs. His door was closed; it hadn't been when he had left. "Shall
I get the box Angel?"
"You know what Dru,
maybe you should just sit in your room today."
"But... you
said..."
"No, I said
no." He growled at her and she skulked away. "And don't bother me
later either, I have to think."
He slowly opened his
door and was hit by the scent of vanilla, the scent of Buffy. He went inside
and saw her lying on his bed, curtains drawn and flowing around her. He closed
the door and locked it behind him. He took his duster off and threw it on the
chair. "My my my, what do we have here?" He said.
"Surprise."
"What are you doing
here Buff?"
"What do you
think?" She asked, still not moving.
"You know this is a
dangerous situation for you." He said as he approached the bed. He saw the
contents of Dru's box on the floor. "Been busy haven't we?" He asked
pointing to it.
"I was curious, in
more ways than one." He cocked his head and she smiled at him. He sat
beside her on the bed, and put his hand on her abdomen, feeling the satin
beneath his fingers.
"This is a very
dangerous situation for you Buff, how do you know I won't kill you? I bit you
last time you were here."
"Because you've had
several chances and I'm still alive. I'll take my chances." She ran her
hands up over his shoulders to pull him to her, but he didn't go.
"Yeah, what if I've
decided it's time?"
"If it’s meant to
be, it'll be, I'm not afraid. I'm here because I want to be."
//I do not struggle in your web
Because it was my aim to get caught
But Daddy long legs I feel
That I'm finally growing weary
Of waiting to be consumed by you//
"What do you want
Buff?"
"What do you think
genius?" She tried to pull him to her once more, but again he refused.
"You can't be
here." He stood up. "Leave before you regret it."
"I won't. Weren't
you the one who said I was yours? Here I am. You want me to beg? I will, I'll
get down on my knees, I need you so bad. I tried not to, I did, I didn't want
to, but I do, and I can't help that. I'm not going to pretend anymore, not with
you."
He grabbed her shoulders
and she thought he would finally take her, but he didn't, he threw her back on
the bed. "Leave Buff, I'm taking a shower, I'll expect you gone by
then." She watched him disappear into an adjoining room. She wasn't giving
up. She should, but she wasn't going to. She was probably stupid for being
here, for not leaving, he had basically threatened her, but she had come for
one purpose. Why was he so hateful? She understood that he had a reputation,
but he had said he loved her, why all of a sudden the hate?
She followed him into
the bathroom, he had already gotten undressed. She smiled.
//Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever//
She slowly opened the
curtain and he spun around to face her. "DON'T YOU GET THE POINT SLAYER?
GET OUT!"
"No." She
jumped up on the sink and sat down. "What's the deal anyway? One minute
you're all 'get-her-naked' and the next it's 'get-her-gone.' What's up with
that?"
"Get out or I will
not be responsible for what happens."
"Fine, whatever,
you're not responsible. I'm bored, can we fuck now?" She asked and his
reaction surprised her.
//Darling just stop the chase
I'll let you win, but you must made the endeavor//
What was she playing?
He'd never thought she would say that and she looked determined. She hadn't
brought up what he said, and that was a good thing for her. "You look
really... beautiful Buffy."
"Thanks. I picked
it out especially for you, thought the color was right up your ally."
"It's actually more
Dru's color, I like black."
"I'll have to
remember that." She smiled seductively at him.
"Come here."
He said. She hopped off the sink and walked to him. He pulled her into the
shower with him and slammed his mouth into hers.
Finally! His tongue
invaded her, pushing with a fever she hadn't felt from him before. She was
shocked and surprised by it. She was soon soaked and his hands roamed her body
over the satin. He began pulling the nightgown up and it was soon over her
head. He sucked on her bottom lip again and she grabbed his neck to hold his
head there.
While his tongue was
busy exploiting her mouth, his hands began their assault on the rest of her.
His right hand alternated between pinching and squeezing her nipples and
breasts, alternating between them, while his left hand went for a greater
prize. She felt his fingers grazing her sex lightly at first, but then harshly
rubbing her, stroking her and she felt her knees giving out. "Angelus..."
"What?" He
growled.
"I can't do
this..."
"I told yo..."
"No, I can't stand
up... my knees are..." and as she finished her sentences, they completely
gave out and she fell before him but did not see the drawback as she was now
able to run her tongue along the length of his shaft as he toyed with her wet
hair. She took it in her mouth as far
back as it would fit and then clamped her teeth around it and pulled away from
it and he screamed.
For having been a virgin
not three months ago, she certainly had matured. As her mouth began its plight
on him, he could no longer stand on his own. He felt himself falling forward
and threw his hands up at the wall to hold himself up as he felt her once more
rake her teeth over him. She was grabbing his thighs and ass as she did her
work and he screamed once more as he came in her mouth. She remained on the
bottom of the tub for a few moments.
"Oh my God... help
me up." She said, putting her hand up and he took it and pulled her up.
"Was it good for you?" She said with a smile, tossing her hair back
over her shoulders. He smiled back at her, formulating an idea. "Angelus,
what? I know that sadistic little smile, what?"
She had no idea what he
planning and frankly she didn't care. She firmly believed now that fate would
take care of things. He was her true love and she did love him, god help her,
but she did. If she was meant to die,
she would, and if she wasn't, she wouldn't. She was no longer afraid. She had
needs, desires that needed to be met, and he was the only man in the world that
would ever truly satisfy these needs. Convincing herself of the fact that she
was meant to be there, she surveyed the surroundings quickly. The tub was huge,
almost like a little pool, or a spa. The water felt so good cascading off her
body.
She closed her eyes and
let it soak her body, easing away all her tension. She was startled and
pleasantly surprised by his touch inside her thighs. She moaned encouragingly and
looked to see what he was doing. He had a bar of soap and was slowly working
his way down her legs.
He failed to reason with
himself. There was a demon inside him that held even more power than the
obvious one: the Soul's love for her. It was the worst kind of demon, and he
couldn't even say he wanted it gone. He tried to convince himself he'd be just
as happy with Dru, but Dru didn't even know where she was half the time. Buffy
initiated things on her own, she didn't need instruction or permission. He
wanted so badly to tie her up, chain her to the bed, he had so many things he
wanted to do with her. He never wanted her to leave.
He hated what she did to
him. He tried to be forceful, hateful, make her hate him, but it was hard, so
hard when she was standing in front of him naked. When they were outside, he
hated her with a vengeance, but behind closed doors, he damn near worshipped
her. His body tingled when he thought of things she could do to him. He
couldn't decide whether he wanted to chain her or whether he wanted to be
chained.
All these
contradictions, she was a walking paradox to him; he wanted to hate her and
love her all at once. It was easy to hate her when she was clothed, but he
looked at her, watched her close her eyes. The water splashed off her
exquisitely round breasts, cascaded down over her hair which she let fall over
her face. She moved her hands up to take her hair and she swept it up above her
head. He placed his hands on her hips and slid them up to take her breasts in
his hands. He reached in front of her for the soap and took it. He kneeled in
front of her then and ran the soap along her legs, over her hips, over her ass,
and her lower back, massaging her.
He had no idea why he
was doing this, making love to her, almost anyway. Was this what she wanted?
Who cares? Why should he? He was so confused, not a good situation for him, he
had no clarity in his mind. He wanted to hear her scream, that was his purpose
and no matter how he got that to happen, he would be happy. The water rushed
down her body onto him as he licked the soft folds that covered her core, which
protected it from unwanted things. She moaned, but he wanted to hear her
scream.
His tongue dipped into
her, tasting her, she was wet, dripping with desires and he obliged. He took
her clit into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could and her fingers were in
his hair and on his shoulders.
His mouth, his tongue,
his lips, all could do things to her that nothing else could. She fell back
against the wall as he sucked on her hard, his fingers traveling into her,
twisting and turning, pulling on her insides, scratching her. She could feel
his nails scratching her from the inside and she lost all control when she felt
a prick on her thighs.
He vamped out, he
couldn't help himself, he could hear her blood pulsating through her body and
he bit down into her inner thigh. It was so soft and delicate there, sensitive
and he couldn't resist. He continued his work on her clit with his fingers as
he drank of her until she came. Her juices dripped down, bathing him, covering
her legs, he'd never realized she could give that much. Her hands reached down
for his face and he gave up on her thigh, and she brought him to her lips,
still in game face. She pulled his face to hers and forced her tongue inside
his mouth, running it over his fangs.
He slammed her into the
wall behind them and she threw her legs around his waist, effectively pushing
him inside her and he welcomed the invitation. His kisses moved over her jaw
and neck and she moaned as he began pounding her into the wall, thrusting
himself deep within her body.
//Oh, your love gives me a heart contusion
Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red//
She was flush all over,
she was sure of it; she was hot and cold at the same time. She closed her eyes
as his kisses moved down over her neck. He was still in game face and she was
unsure if he would try anything. She felt his fangs lightly pressing into her
skin; she could feel them, lightly, but not completely.
//Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
And I'm building memories
On things we have not said//
He was teasing her,
taunting her, to see what she would do. She didn't try to stop him, she didn't
stop fucking him, she just let herself remain there. He slammed into her over
and over again; he loved the sound of her pulse mixed with the sound of her
back hitting the tile wall behind them. She squeezed her muscles around his
cock, buried deep inside her body. She squeezed her legs around his waist
tightly, to the point where it hurt, and he loved it, he growled as she did so.
She loved the growls,
she could feel it vibrate throughout his body into her own and she wanted to do
whatever she had to do to get him to do it again. She snaked her arms around
his head and pulled it into her neck, slamming his face into her skin.
//Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Darling just stop the chase
I'll let you win, but you must made the endeavor//
He was unsure what to make
of the situation; it was as if she was asking for it. She was moaning and
screaming and he didn't know. The demon answered the question and his fangs
sunk into her sweet skin, the coppery liquid splashing into his mouth. She
shrieked and came all at once, he shot his dead seed into her body and just
stood there with her legs wrapped around him, water splashing the two lovers,
sated for now.
She rode out the waves
of her ecstasy still clutching onto him. When she was finally able to let go,
she released her grip on his hips and he eased out of her. She put her legs
back to the tub floor and let the water wash over her once more. He stood,
leaning up against the wall watching her. She smiled back and he shook the
yellow eyes off and smiled back.
"So you gonna leave
now Buff?" He asked not sure what answer he wanted. She had got what she
came for.
"Do you want me
to?" She replied, letting the water wash over her new wounds.
"Why did you come
here?"
"Because I wanted
to fuck you."
"So you did. You win.
You gonna leave?" He hated being this damn needy, not wanting her to
leave, but wanting her to, so indecisive. He put all vampire-kind to shame with
these activities. Hell he put all demon-kind to shame by fucking her and he
didn't care.
"I don't want to,
but if you'd rather I go, I will." He took the soap and ran it over the
mark on her neck; the bleeding had begun to stop.
"You should get
that out of the running water, it won't heal otherwise, it'll keep
gushing."
"It's not exactly
gushing, is it?"
"I don't know,
define gushing."
"Gushing, to gush,
to flow freely, I don't know, I'm not good with words, that’s Willow
area." He reached across her and shut the water off. He looked at her,
"So what now Master?" She asked and hearing her say that threw him
over the edge. He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the tub. He dragged her
into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
The change in his
demeanor both scared and excited her; she didn't know what to do so she let him
lead. He threw her onto the bed with force, more than she had felt with him
before. "Stay here." He ordered as he bent to the floor. The box? The
box was there, what was he doing? He returned to the surface of the bed with
four silk scarves. He grabbed one of her wrists and tied it securely to the
bedpost; he then proceeded to tie her ankles and other wrist. They were tight,
not too, but still it hurt, that's what he wanted.
He stood at the foot of
the bed, after having tied the last scarf around her ankle, admiring her tied
to his bed, legs spread wide. She was breathtaking, if he had one to be taken.
He remembered the sound of her back hitting the wall; she hadn't been phased by
it. He walked to the head of the bed and looked into her eyes. He could smell
her confusion, her fear and excitement, the smell of her sex and lingering
blood from her neck and thigh. He ran his hand from her fingers down her arm
over her breast and to her neck. "It's almost healed. We'll have to make
another later." She looked into his eyes, no doubt searching for a clue as
to what he would do. "Are you scared?" He asked.
"A little."
She whispered as she nodded.
He kneeled by the side
of the bed, kissed her ear lobe and whispered, "Don't be. You say you belong
to me, this is what I do to my slaves, and you're mine. I own you. Never forget
that." She nodded acceptingly. "Don't talk, only scream." He
stood up and she was terrified, he could tell.
She didn't know what to
expect. Was this the person she was destined to be with? She had no idea. She
started crying, not because she wanted to, or that he had hurt her, yet. She
just started crying. He laughed sadistically as he bent down to the floor once
more. He stood up and held the whip in his hand. Just then there was a knock on
the door. He growled loudly.
"DAMN IT!" He
went to the door and through it spoke, "WHAT?"
"Angel?" It
was Dru. He glanced back at her and put his finger to his mouth.
"Angel?"
"WHAT?" She
could barely see him, but he was mad.
"Angel? Can I come
in? Please Angel... Spike's gone all mad..."
"Dru he's always
mad, go to sleep, we'll hunt later."
"Can we play Daddy?
Please..."
"No, I said no, now
go away, don't bother me again."
"Why not?"
"I'm busy, I want
to be alone."
"You're drawing
again Daddy, aren't you? I can play around it. Please... I'll be good."
"NO!" He
growled slamming his fists into the door. He stood there for a minute and no
further sound came from the other side. He looked down at her. "Don't be
scared Buff, don't cry."
"Angel,
please..." she bit her lip, realizing what she had said, he vamped out
immediately. "Please... Angelus... please, let me go, I don't like this,
please just let me go."
"No, you came here,
I said to leave then, but you didn't and now you'll suffer the consequences.
You should know now Buff, everything has consequences." He smirked at her,
cocking his eyebrow as his hand ran over her sex. "Besides, I think you'll
like the consequences, just promise me something, and I'll promise you something."
"What?" Her
voice was shaking.
He sat beside her on the
bed; hand on her stomach, over her navel, fingers gently rubbing her skin.
"Promise you'll give yourself to me, let go and just feel, be receptive,
willing and it won't hurt. If you open yourself up to it, welcome it, it won't
hurt, well, it will, but in a good way."
"What do you
promise?"
"I promise that I
won't kill you." She was even more petrified of that than of the whip he
still held in his hand.
He saw the fear in her
eyes and although he usually loved that fear, it wasn't the excited fear. She
needed more of a promise. "I promise that I won't leave any visible
bruises." That hadn't been what he meant to say, he didn't know what he
meant to say. The mutual promise had been the Soul's idea, he was still lurking
within, his love bound him to this body. He touched her cheek lovingly, "I
promise if you really don't like it, I'll let you go." She nodded.
"You have to be willing Buffy, you can't lie, you have to be receptive."
"To what?"
"It's called role
playing." He stood up, his erection standing proud with him. "I'm
your Master, you said so yourself, and you're my slave, and you've been
bad." He released the whip and cracked it in the air.
The sound was loud,
extremely loud and it scared her, yet at the same time, it was rather exciting.
"Angelus?" She asked.
He spun around growling,
"Who am I slave?"
"Master... I have a
request."
"You don't speak
unless you are spoken to bitch." He cracked the whip on her stomach and she
thrust upward as it hit. "Now, see that never happens again."
"Yes sir." She
had to admit, it was kind of interesting, pretending to be someone else.
"Now, what is your
request?" He walked around the other side of the bed and leaned over,
biting the skin on her shin.
"The leather pants?
Please, Master, the leather pants." He smiled at her, dug his blunt teeth
into her stomach and stood up.
"So my slave likes
the pants does it?"
"Yes sir."
"Stay here."
He said, as he went to the closet.
"Like I have a
choice." She muttered under her breath and he was quick to turn and snap
the whip over her right nipple and she screamed softly. "I beg your
forgiveness Master." She quickly said and he smirked at her.
She understood the game
and he was pleased. He put the pants on, she might as well have a little fun as
well and if it helped her, then he would. He turned around and looked down at
the dagger on the floor, and the salt, not much else would be of use to him,
the holy water, the garlic, all things that wouldn't have an effect on a human.
He didn't want to scare her quite yet with the dagger, that would come be
later.
"Now, slave, tell
me of the sins you shall need to be punished for."
"My sins
Master?"
"Yes, your sins,
confess them all."
"Well, sir, I've
had unclean thoughts of a man."
"Tell me of
them." He let the whip crack on her upper thigh and she yelped.
"Master, I thought
of chaining him to the bed Sir." The whip hit her stomach once and her
left arm twice.
"Why Slave?"
He jumped up on the bed standing over her and cracking the whip right next to
her face, in her ear. It was so loud, he was sure, but she didn't flinch. He
kneeled above her, his legs straddling her belly and his fingers pinched and
pulled on her nipples. He began smelling the aroma of her arousal at his
actions. "Why would you want to do such a thing?"
"Because Sir, I
think I shall like it."
He lowered his body over
her sex and grinded against her gently. She moaned at the contact of the
leather on her bare skin. He admired the welt on her stomach he had created
earlier. He wondered if she was making this story up or if she meant it.
"What would you with him?" He asked, begging for more information.
"I would make him
beg me to take him in my mouth. I would make him suffer for all the torture he
bestowed upon my friends and myself. I would sprinkle his chest with holy water
and watch it burn his skin. I would draw pictures in his chest with a dagger
and I would sprinkle the holy water over his wounds."
"Then what
slave?"
"I would hover over
his body and I would impale myself on his body, pushing him deep inside me,
tearing my body, letting the scent of my blood and my sex hit his nose driving
him crazy causing him to show me his true face."
"This is a demon
you describe?"
"Oh yes." He
growled and she corrected herself, "Yes Master." He began moving over
her, as if he were embedded within her fire, imaging himself pushing inside her
and pulling out. She answered his body back with her own force.
"Is it true that
you were indeed in love with a demon of his kind?"
"Is it Master, I
have two sins to confess."
"What are they
bitch?" He said as he leaned down and bit her left breast, biting her
nipple after that, leaving bite marks he admired.
"One is of my love
for a demon with a soul."
"And the
other?"
"My love for his
evil twin, Master."
"Ah, yes... this
love you speak of... which is greater?" He was riding her hard through his
pants and she was moaning, bucking underneath him, begging for him.
"I cannot answer that
Master for each is different. Please Master, I beg of you, relieve my agony, I
need you to tear into me, please Master." He jumped up and cracked the
whip over her sex, not touching her, just over her now swollen clit.
"There will be no
talk of such needs until you answer me, or suffer the consequences whore."
He growled.
"I fear I
cannot," she said through tears. "I cannot Master because both loves
are different, for different things." He snapped the whip and it hit her
harder than he had intended on her clit and she screamed and the tears flowed
even more. He quickly sat down next to her on the bed.
"Are you okay
Buffy? I didn't mean it, that hard, are you okay?" She nodded through her
tears. "Are you sure?" He asked one more time. It wasn't as much fun
as he thought it would be, hurting her, she was a slayer, but she was not a
vampire and even humans had their limitations. Dru would have loved it, but
Buffy was sensitive. She continued crying and he untied her wrist. Once free
her hand flew to her clit and her finger revealed blood. He untied the rest of
her and she sat up.
"I have to take a
shower." She said through the tears and he nodded.
"You can go Buffy,
if you want." He offered, but she shook her head. Her tears slowed as she
went into the bathroom, carrying a candle with her. He sat in his black leather
pants on the edge of the bed listening to the sounds she made, she was drawing
a bath. She walked back into the room and took a coupe more candles with her.
She had put on a silk shirt of his that had been in the bathroom.
"Buffy... I..."
"I'm taking a bath,
care to join me?" She asked.
It hurt her like hell;
she had never experienced pain like that. Up until that point it scared her to
think of how much she was enjoying it, the feel of his hard cock behind the
pants rubbing against her, riding her, it was unbelievable. She should be
running from him, clothes in hand, but she wasn't, she felt a desire to stay.
She held her hand to him and he took it.
They entered the
bathroom, him behind her. He spun her around up against the sink and kissed her
with a passion she had not felt yet in her rather empty sex life. Every time he
kissed her, he awakened something more inside her. Her fingers slid down to his
pants and unzipped them and they fell to the floor. He ripped the shirt off her
and tossed it aside.
He was unsure if she was
okay. He shouldn't care, he shouldn't, he wanted to hurt her so badly. But the
thought of her in pain made him angry, and in this case angry with himself for
causing it. She suddenly pushed him away. "Buffy?"
"Angel, do you want
to burn the fucking mansion down?"
"HUH?" She
pointed in the direction that the shirt had been tossed; it had landed right on
a candle. "FUCK!" He couldn't touch it, he would burn up. She grabbed
the shirt and threw it into the sink and turned the water on. When the flames
had ceased, she sat on the edge of the tub laughing. "What's so
funny?" He asked laughing himself.
"Mister-bad-ass-vampire
couldn't smell the fire? And I had to save the day." She laughed and fell
back into the tub. "WHOA!" She landed in the water with a splash and
resurfaced quickly. "My bad." She held her hand out to him and he
stepped into the water.
"I'm not going to
fall in. I'm stealthy remember."
"Yeah sure."
She kicked her leg beneath him and he fell in. He sat behind her and pulled her
in between his legs. She was silent for a while, and he enjoyed the feeling of
her breathing above him, the serenity that he found with her. Minutes passed
and her voice broke the silence. "You hurt me."
"Yes." He
wrapped his arms around her waist, his legs around her as well, pressing
himself against her ass. "Yes I did."
"I liked it."
"You did?"
"Not the last part,
that hurt, it stings so bad, but up until then it was fun."
"Buffy," he
said with a chuckle, "there may be hope for you yet."
~El Fin~
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