by Jenn, Xander1013@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor do I own any of the other slayerettes, and although Joss is killing me with these new twists, I think he does a damn fine job with the characters that he owns Along with Mutant Enemy, the WB, and Fox. This is just my small contribution to what I think is an amazing episode No infringement is intended, and I don't have any money So please don't sue.
Spoilers: Yes, the excellent two-parter of the second season; Surprise and Innocence.
Rating: To be blunt, a strong R, or a mild NC-17, all those with weak hearts, or without legal age status be warned: there is sex ahead!
Feedback: Good stuff please, and I guess that if you must, bad stuff to Xander1013@aol.com. And so the story begins
The tears raked through her body as she sank down onto her bed for what seemed like the zillionth time. And as they poured down her face, she remembered the way her wet hair had clung to her cheeks and to the back of her neck. <Oh God why is this happening?>
With a sense of hopelessness she climbed into her bed, under the thick blankets, hoping in vain that the down comforter would shield her from the memories. She didn't want to remember that night, it only made each morning unbearable, and each night hunting unthinkable. But like all hunting memories, these came back, again and again, filling all of her senses with him.
The look he gave her before he turned around, giving her privacy, and yet all the while wanting to watch, and then the gentle way that he laid his hands on her shoulders as he looked at her cut. The tears came even stronger as she felt all of it happening again.
He told her that he loved her, that he tried not to, but that he couldn't help it, and she agreed. She felt his lips crush hers with a passion that she knew was foolish to deny, and her heart sank when he broke that kiss, to air more worries. As the Slayer, she knew that they weren't going to have another night like this, she couldn't bear to not have that one shining moment in her memory. She placed a finger on his protesting lips.
"Just kiss me," she whispered, through her tears of love and realization.
And he did, and it wasn't like the other kisses that came before them, he finally understood what this was, who she was to him, He knew that it wasn't right, and that this wasn't supposed to happen, but all he could feel at that moment was her tiny frame pushing him down to lay on his bed, her wet clothes sticking to his chest. Everything else melted away, and they were the only two things in their universe. Only the Slayer and her Angel existed.
As she pushed him down, a small growl rumbled in his throat. Her body covering him like a blanket, her tongue dancing around his. He pulled her body towards him, and she moaned, the feeling of his body sliding under hers was amazing. He broke their kiss and moved his lips to her neck. He sucked and pulled her skin with his lips delighting in the small sounds that were escaping her.
He pushed her away, only to peal her soaked shirt off her body, and then he flipped the two of them over. He looked down at her. Her skin was cold and was covered in Goosebumps, and yet the sight of her naked breasts, along with the look on her face took his breath away.
She sat up and began to kiss his collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses up and down his chest and neck. She felt his arms wrap around her and he leaned his face down to place small kisses on her shoulder as she continued her assault on his chest. He gently pushed her down, so he could drink her in one more time before all of his rational thought went away. He pushed the covers away and laid down on top of her, feeling himself harden as her breasts pushed against his chest. He began kissing her neck, and then he began moving down, placing soft kisses on her chest, and then on her breasts. His lips found one nipple, and he moved his tongue over it, loving the way it felt to have part of her in his mouth. He pulled it into his mouth sucking gently at first and then harder and she moaned, moving her hands over his back, scratching lightly.
She moved her hands up and down his smooth skin and couldn't believe the things that she was feeling. Her body was coming alive in places that she didn't know that she had. His mouth was wonderful and it was making her dizzy. Her hands found his butt and she pressed him down into her, feeling the length of him press into her. He moaned, and grew harder.
He moved lower now, leaving her nipples hard and screaming for more, and began to kiss his way to he stomach. He let his hands slide down her torso and her movements began to betray her arousal. His hands slid under the waist line of her pants, still soaked from the rain, and with only a brief look up to her face for permission, he peeled them down, and off her legs. As he came back up her body, his eyes took in her form, lying open to him, and he felt tears catch in his throat. "You are so beautiful Buffy," he whispered.
He kissed her stomach, and then he kissed her over her underwear, responding to her moan and her wiggling. In one swift motion, he pulled off her underwear and kissed her softly right above her dark curls. She called his name breathlessly, and pulled him up toward her.
"Hey," she said smiling, "No fair, you get to be naked too" He beamed at her, loving her innocence, and loving her willingness.
He pulled off his pants, and then his black boxers, and then went back to holding her. She ran her hands all over him, memorizing every line and curve of her lover, gasping in awe of these new sensations. He began his descent again, and this time she did not stop him. His mouth touched her core and she reeled from the wave of pleasure that washed over her, it was almost too much.
Her moan echoed through his ears and the sound of her breathing growing faster made him wish that he had breath. He let his tongue run over her.
"Angel I want to touch you." She moaned.
He moved back up her body. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, and hugged her close to him. Her hand found his length and she reveled in the feel of his arousal. <This is me> she thought.
A few minutes of caressing each other, and they knew that it couldn't be too much longer before they would lose control. Angel pulled the covers up around them and with a slow, experienced thrust, he filled her.
As they moved with each other, finding their rhythms, filling each other's senses with the sounds and smells and sights of love they became more than just lovers, they became one. As the waves of pleasure washed over them and sent them over the edge, as they whispered the ramblings of ecstasy, and as their lovemaking calmed, Buffy cried in his arms. And as silence took over the room again, and sleep had almost come, she said in a soft, yet strong voice:
"Angel, I love you."
And now as the tears took what little energy she had left and reality was just too much to bear, that was all that she could see and feel. Buffy curled up into a tighter ball and wondered how something so right could have gone this wrong.
As sleep took over her mind and body, she could almost remember him saying; "I love you too Buffy."
THE END
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