One

by Mistress Angel

This story is my take on the missing scene in "Surprise" It takes off where they were about to make love, but of course the scene was cut. These are my views on what happened. Like it or leave it. :-).

This is an adult story, I think that says enough, children under 13, I don't think you should be reading this, now go away. Go look up the Spice Girls or something, or read something else about Buffy, just not this story. With that said, this is B&A. We know what that stands for. In most parts, I have used the dialogue just as the actors, but in one part I changed it to my liking.

In case you were wondering, no Buffy and Angel are not mine. They are Joss', WB, and Mutant Enemy. They own everything are richer than me, so really, don't sue. No infringment intented. None at all.

Also,a warning for a few very suggestable words. Spoilers for "Surprise" and Innocence"

"Buffy, maybe we shouldn't," Angel whispered softly.

"Don't, just kiss me," Buffy interrupted as she lovingly but firmly held his mouth so he couldn't protest any longer. Buffy was past rational thought. She was long past being responsible. Just moments before, they had narrowly escaped being burned alive by Spike and Drusulla's latest toy. They had fled for their lives, scared and angry through a cemetery in the pouring rain . She didn't want to think. All she wanted to do was feel. Feel him hold her, feel him against her, feel him inside her. She longed for his heat, warmth and passion. She kissed him with all the pent up frustrated sexual feelings she had had since that moment in the Bronze where they had said goodbye, and she thought they would never see each other again. It didn't take Angel long to match her hungry kisses. He fell in step along with her, also feeling the rage at being alone, and hunted. All they had at that moment was each other, and that's all that mattered. That's all they needed. That's all they wanted.

Angel's arms slid around her as she pushed her weight against him and pushed him down on the bed. Their kisses grew in need. Buffy's hands roamed as she felt Angel's lith body,and lean muscles under her soft fingertips. Her shaky hands blindly moved up and down his arms, memorizing as if it would all go away in a breath. She felt she had only tonight, only one night to love him, to make love to him. To hold the one thing in this damn town that felt so right to her. He seemed to make her topsy-turvy upside down world make sense, he made it tolerable, livable, understandable. Sometime she wondered why she should go on. Why she shouldn't just give up, maybe even die, to get some rest. But then she thought of Angel, and it made her go through one more day. Mostly upon hope that she would see him. Maybe he'd come into her room, and watch her sleep. Sit in the darkness to watch over her. Or maybe he would come to the library, inform them on a danger, make small talk. Or he maybe he'd even show at the Bronze. His sexy, smooth skin glowing under the soft hum of the clubs lights. His athletically, lean body, moving easily and swiftly through the crowd like a cat as he made his way to their table.

Yes, that was worth fighting one more day for. She never needed anyone as much as she needed Angel. Spike and Drusilla were causing even more trouble than the Master, and unfortunately it had to two of them. Double the fun, great.

Buffy sighed as Angel rolled her under him, she made a soft sound as the blanket caressed the tiny, healing bruise on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," Angel said immediately. His eyes a silent apology as well. Buffy placed soft, wet butterfly kisses all over his face, wordlessly telling him it was okay, that he didn't hurt her, that he never could. Angel relaxed. He returned the kisses by placing his own. He held himself over her on his hands as his lower body melded with hers. She parted her legs and wrapped them around his, her ankles rubbing the back of his thighs, and cradling in the backs of his knees. Angel kissed her full on the mouth, suckling her lips, then moved down to her neck. It felt funny not to feel any breath on her, but the kisses felt better. He licked her upper chest, moving lower as he neared her cleavage. She definitely felt that.

"Angel," she purred. He lifted his head to look at her, she cradled his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. He licked his lips, ready to resume his previous task. Buffy fought to keep her eyes open but he felt so good she closed them and gave herself over to the pleasures of the flesh. Angel kissed over her thin tank top, the nearly dry material dampening his face a little. He pushed it up to reveal a smooth, flat stomach, sighing every time he placed his lips onto it. He smiled. She was so responsive, he loved it. He sat up on his knees, looking down at her, she was spreading her hands over the blanket, trying to hold on to something, to stay connected with earth. She felt like she was floating away. He made her feel so lightheaded.

Angel pushed up her tank top up even more to reveal two, beautifully, rounded breasts. Buffy's eyes opened, she suddenly became shy. Their eyes met, Angel asked for permission to go ahead. Her eyes softened from the rarely seen skeptical, nervous Buffy to the tough, take charge Buffy that Angel was used to. In the darkly lit bedroom he could still see the twinkle in her eyes that he loved to see, that he loved to make appear.

Buffy let her body relax. She knew that she had nothing to worry about with him, for her first time to be with anybody else would be absurd. He was the one. The only one. She smiled, which made Angel smile. She raised her arms and let him pull the tank over her head and drop on the floor besides the bed.

He cupped her breasts, massaging them, stroking their silkiness. He loved the heavy weight they made in his hand. He squeezed them, flicking his thumb across the perky, sensitive peak. Buffy pulled in a gasp and bit her lip. It felt incredible. Angel liked the expression on her face so much he stroked her nipple again. "Angel," she gasped, gripping the sheets. Her hips arched up to meet his lap perched over her. She tried to rub her softness against his hardness.

He bent his head and took one ready nipple in his mouth. "Oh god, Angel..Ang..." Buffy panted roughly as he suckled softly. Only when she started to moan loudly did he deepen it. Sucking her so hard his cheeks indented with the suction. He swirled his tongue around it and stayed there happily until Buffy nearly screamed in agony. He lifted his head.

"Did you like that?" he asked, a slick smile on his face. Buffy narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm going to get you back."

Angel chuckled. "I'm counting on it." He moved down her body kissing her stomach as he went. He pulled her pants off her stomach as he kissed lower, her navel, then her abdomen. He gripped the sides of her pants and pulled them off. He left her panties in place. He'd save that for later. He moved up her again,and pressed into her. He teased her with his hardness as she tried desperately to get some sort of relief for the ache between their legs. Angel slid one hand down there, her panties already damp. He stroked lightly on the outside, her body responding instantly. Her hips thrust up against his fingers. She reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him down to a hungry, uncontrolled kiss. Their tongues dueled and imitated what they wanted their lower bodies to do. "God I want you," Buffy breathed into his mouth. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest, hugging him as she rubbed up and down his back.

He pulled back. "You want me to do what?" Angel said, smiling. More of a statement than a question. Buffy studies him under unfocused eyes. She felt drunk on his kisses. What do I want him to do? she thought. "Fuck me, Angel. Hard and fast and I don't want you to stop." She kissed his neck, biting and licking. Angel sighed. Just hearing her say that made his dick a rod of steel. She was so inviting, so loving. He wanted to just take her. Afterall, that's what she wanted too. God, he wondered if he had the patience to go long and slow like he wanted to. He wanted to make love to her, not just to her body. But to her mind and soul, her spirit and her being. He needed all of it. But she was putting those luscious lips all over his chest, then, oh god help him, she began rubbing him through his pants. His mind said, tell her to slow down! But his body said let her do what she wants.

"Buffy..this is too much, you're killing me." Angel tried to push her back down on the bed, but she was the Slayer and she flipped him over landing him in the submissive position. Before Angel had a chance to realize what was going on, she was kissing his stomach and unbuttoning his pants. "Buffy!" he said firmly. "That's my name," she said sassily. She managed to get his pants open and unzipped. She gave one hard tug and pulled them and his boxers off.

He stood at attention before her. Hard, stiff, huge and ready. Buffy smiled. "Is this for me?" she cooed devilishly. Angel returned her steely gaze. "Yes, if you can handle it." Buffy took his slick, quivering flesh in her hands. "You're forgetting I'm the Slayer. I've handled far worse things." They shared a low chuckle which was quickly replaced by Angel's sharp gasp as Buffy's hands began to move. She stroked to the base, then to the tip where she took a single finger and rubbed around the tip of him. "B-Buff-" Angel could barely finish her name. He threw his head back and tried unsuccessfully to keep his hips from jerking toward her. But, well, look at what she was doing to him. She kept up the delicious torture until Angel couldn't take it anymore. "Buffy. Please." Buffy's sly smile disappeared when she saw the raw, primal look in his eyes.

They were dark, and serious and very intense. This was the side that many were scared off but Buffy looked forward to. For some reason she loved his unpredictable side. "Angel?" she breathed, her heartbeat roaring in her ears. It sounded like a question, but what was she really questioning? God, what he was going to do next? What he wanted her to do next?

He reached down and pulled her on top of him. She slid up his body until she was completely flat on against him and he was laying back on the bed. Her panties a thin barrier to the throbbing of his dick. He held her face in his hands. A sliver of moonlight the only way Buffy could see the smile on his perfect lips. "I-" he said, then stopped. Buffy sat up, straddling him. He raised also, never breaking contact with her face. His hands still warm there. Her eyes grew a little larger with curiosity. Her heart bubbling with expectation. He lowered his eyes briefly, then returned them to her slightly worried stare. He traced his thumb over her trembling lips, wiping away his kisses-or perhaps sealing them with his touch. "You what?" Buffy murmured, almost afraid to say it.

"I love you."

A flood of emotion overtook Buffy. She was able to breath again.

"I try not to but I can't stop." Angel confessed his feelings, they surged forward like asteroids heading for earth. Ever since he had heard about her nightmares, and when he was almost forced to watch her die by the Judge he wanted to empty his heart out to her. To fill her with his love, with himself, hoping somehow a tiny bit of that would protect her against the evils of the world.

"Me-me too, I can't either," Buffy breathed. Her hips suddenly took on a life of their own as they started to rub against him.

"Don't," Angel protested, grabbing her hips, stilling them. Buffy ignored him. She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She pushed against him again. A low, guttural groan escaped him. Buffy smiled against his mouth. She loved the power she felt when she made him feel this way. He sighed against her, wanting -no- needing her to stop. But then again, needing her not to.

"Buffy, you know I can't have kids," he whispered.

"I know," Buffy answered, kissing his neck. "But I can still..I still need to..I still can't hold off like.."

Buffy understood, but she still did not stop the movement of her hips. She pushed down on him, and she felt him push up to her. "You want it too," she teased him. "You're not stopping."

"You're not helping either," he scolded her as she rubbed herself on his hard rod, driving him out of his mind. "I don't want to stop," he said.

"Don't. Don't stop." It was a command and a plea. Their movements became more frantic as they grinded their lower bodies together. He was so hard and he felt so damn good. Buffy threw her head back as she concentrated on their pelvises. Angel watched her face. She looked absolutely beautiful. He snaked his hand between their rocking bodies and slipped inside her panties. He found her clitoris and rubbed in time to their motions. It was beginning to be too much for Buffy. Angel felt the wetness of her on her panties which was pressing onto his penis as they rode each other. He was dizzy with the knowledge of it. She was spreading her warm juices all over him, he didn't think he could get any harder.

He reached lower with his probing fingers and found her slick folds. His head was spinning. This was his Buffy, there was nothing left for her to hide from him. She was giving him everything that she was, trusting him with it. The realization that she was so soft, so feminine, so vulnerable in his hands shot through him like a bullet. The sensation was the same. Hot, hard, and painful. But this pain was tolerable. It was a great sort of pain. He could reduce the Vampire Slayer to a shaking, panting, sweaty mass of inviting flesh. He thought he would faint before the night was over.

"God Angel..Oh!" Buffy gritted her teeth and prepared her body for the onslaught of savage tremors that she knew were coming. She could feel them building, she wanted them, she needed them.

Angel invaded her body with his finger. She was soft and wet and warm and he never wanted to leave. She seemed to suck him into her body. He put another finger in to join the other. She was tight. Extremely tight. She gripped him and pulled him in. He stroked around inside of her. feeling her body react. He could feel his own body barely able to hold on.

"Buffy!" he growled. pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in. He repeated the motion. Again. And again, faster, harder, imaging it was another one of his appendages. His thumb returned to her clit and fingered that as well. It was too much for Buffy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, nearly chocking him. A fierce orgasm ripped through her as she jerked with the force of it. "Angel!" she screamed his name as she tensed. She made little high pitched squeals as she trembled violently. As soon as one finished another ripped through her. She never knew that she could feel so intense. She wasn't the only one feeling it. Angel had a beautiful orgasm of his own as he came against her. Her wetness combined with his wetness could have ended his life right then and there. He would have died a happy Vampire.

After a moment he was able to take his fingers from her vise like grip. They looked at each other, wanting to speak, but letting their eyes and souls speak for them.

"Make love to me Angel."

She slid off of him and pealed her wet, sticky panties off. Angel had never seen a more beautiful sight. Not just her body, but everything. Inside and out she was glowing. Even with the shadows of the room hiding most of her, Angel saw her clearly, and he very much wanted what he saw.

Her words echoed through his head. "Make love to me Angel." He couldn't have had his name attatched to a better phrase.

"Come here," he instructed. She walked the couple of steps to him and he pulled her down on top of him. She had barely settled down before he flipped her and landed her on bottom, with him on top. She immediately opened her legs to him and he settled in between them. He was still hard on her thigh, Buffy was extremely impressed. Vampires have a lot of secrets, she thought.

He could feel her wetness on him again. He could smell her, smell them together. An erotic mix of Vampire, and Slayer. He couldn't go slow this time. He thrust into her in one smooth stroke. It felt so freaking incredible to be surrounded by her wetness, her warmth. He gasped outloud, calling her name on a broken sob. "Angel!, what?" Buffy called to him, forcing him to look at her. He met her gaze with wet eyes. "I could stay here forever," he cried softly. Buffy was speechless. All she could do was kiss him. Their tongues spoke for them, their kiss was deep and powerful, and frantic just like they were before.

"Harder," she ordered. Angel pulled out slowly,and pushed back in. He pulled her legs up so he could go in deeper. He thrust again, harder like she wanted. He could feel her raise to meet him. He pulled out almost all the way before he dove back inside her. She pushed up, trying to make it go even deeper. He sped up and soon they were crashing into each other in a way that should leave them bruised.

"Don't stop!" Buffy screamed through heavy panting. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she clung to his body. She wrapped her legs around him as his ass raised and lowered while he pumped into her. She couldn't get enough of him. She couldn't get close enough to him. She wanted to bring his entire being into herself, cell for cell. She wanted to meld together and make them become one. She wanted their breathing to be one breath, and their hearts to beat one song. They both came together, hard and long. Clinging to each other and calling out each other's names.

After they both calmed down he simply rolled to the side, their bodies still connected, her legs still entwined with his. He somehow was able to pull the blanket over both of their bodies just a little.

"I never want to leave you," Buffy said. She was suddenly struck with reality, and that she now had to go back home, back to school, back to slaying. back to avoiding Spike and Drusilla. It never stopped. Never.

He turned so he could look at her. "I'm never going to leave you Buffy. I don't care what happens, I'll be with you." He took her hand and kissed the Kladdah ring that he had placed there hours earlier. Buffy smiled and kissed him.

They feel asleep and seperated just a little. Angel awoke with a strange sensation. It was a strong pain, and it was building. He sat bolt upright in bed and yanked the sheets back, holding himself in pain. He staggered to a chair. "Oh god," he breathed to himself. "No!," he hissed. He knew what was happening, and yet he couldn't stop it. He had to get out of there. He dressed as fast as he could, careful as possible not to wake Buffy. The pain increased as he raced outside, the rain had become stronger and harder. He doubled over as he crashed into a bunch of trash cans, falling to the wet ground. "Oh, god! Buffy! Buffy!," he wailed, wanting her to come, but knowing he needed her to stay away.

Inside Buffy slept peacefully, content from the earlier activities of the night.

Angel crawled along the ground, the rain starting to let up. He mewed in pain, but it suddenly starting to go away like the heavy rain. He stood, complete again. Whole like he used to be. A street hooker came up behind him from a corner in the alley. "Hey," she called, blowing out a puff from her cigarette. "Do you need any help? I mean, I could call someone, ya know." She tried to see the strangers face, who now seemed to be okay.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine," he said, his tone harsher, not as placid as Angel's. Like lightning he turned and bit into the womans neck, sucking out her blood and smoke along with it. He dropped her to the cold cement, as he blew out a puff of smoke. His yellow eyes glowed, and his face transformed back into the demon that he once was. Angelus was back.

The End

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