Author: Sare Liz
Email: Teknovamp@yahoo.com
Site: The Loft
Author's Notes: Well, first of all, this is the first piece of Buffy fan fiction that I ever attempted. I know. It still doesn't have a name. If you have any suggesstions in that vein, feel free. But anyway, this was the first thing I'd ever done for Buffy, and I realize that there is a certian Cheese Factor in effect, but please, be kind. Second, this takes place in one of two sub universes that have been crawling around in my mind. One universe is very general, one is very particular and adheres to an actual time line. (Freaky, I know.) None of these stories need to be read in order, (most of them aren't written in order) and in the first universe, there is no order. It exists on one priciple only. No clause to the curse. :) This story is a First Universe experience.
Disclaimers: Well, duh. Not mine. Joss's. But the story and fun I let them have, well, that's all me.
Please do not distribute without author's permission.
"How long have we been waiting here?"
"Five minutes longer than the last time you asked."
Bashfully, "oh yea." She looked down at her tan sandals as she kicked her heels on the tombstone. "So, it's been two hours and twelve minutes." She looked over her shoulder towards the fresh earth. "Rise, damn it!"
"What's the matter, Buffy?"
"Nothing," she said, almost too quickly. Examining her fingernails from where her hands were plopped on the tombstone between the spread legs, she didn't notice her companion draw closer in concern. She came out of her musings with a start as the subject of her troubling thoughts loomed before her. She took in his form slowly, lingering, drinking in the sight of him in the dim moonlight. The black boots were a cross between work and combat; a combination that suited his eclectic activities quite well. The black worn jeans bunched around his ankles, hugged his powerful thighs, and perfectly (in her humble opinion) framed his ass. He wore a textured black shirt over a white t-shirt. The long sleeves, while not skin tight, were close enough to his arms to show ever so slightly the sinuous muscles that she knew were there. After all, she had seen him once or twice without a shirt on. What she saw on those few occasions certainly hadn't disappointed her. In fact the visions had been powerful fuel for her dreams. Which also figured in her present troubling thoughts. Well, perhaps troubling wasn't quite the word. It was just (at least where vampires were concerned) her dreams tended to have a prophetic twist to them. And this particular set of dreams, well, they were quite pleasant, but she wasn't entirely sure she was ready for that just yet.
No, that wasn't it either. She wanted him. She undeniably, irrevocably, wanted him. And though she had yet to admit it to anyone but Willow, she loved him as well. And, in an everyday normal sort of relationship, this was a big step. In their relationship - //Let's just say that not even Giles could find any documentation on possible side effects of the Slayer sleeping with a vampire. And don't think I don't know that he's checked.// With his special combination of anal-retentivity and fatherly concern, how could he not? Then again, who was to say that anything would happen, natural or preternatural? And it's not like there would be a chance of pregnancy or disease. And her mother did think that he was a very nice boy.
The thought made her laugh. Her mom had been completely taken in by their college-student-tutor story. If only she knew that it was easier to track his age with scientific notation, she might feel differently. //Of course, Mom would feel differently if she knew lots of things about her daughter.// But she didn't know. And she wouldn't, not for awhile anyway. In the meantime, the illustrious Mrs. Summers was completely taken in by the face of her young daughter's tutor. So beautiful and strong, it was easy to forget for a moment that the smooth, calm countenance could be anything close to the contorted visage it occasionally became.
"Buffy? Earth to Buffy - " He raised her chin with a single finger.
She had to look only slightly above her own level to look into his eyes, care of the headstone she was perched upon. He was so close -less than a foot away. "Yes?"
"You didn't hear a single word of what I said, did you?"
"Not really. I'm sorry," she apologized. She turned her focus completely on him. "What were you saying?"
"I was asking what you were thinking about so intently."
"I don't know - "
"You don't know what you were thinking of?"
"No, I know what I was thinking about, I just don't, ya' know, know. Ya' know?"
His eyes were half closed, as if he was trying to comprehend. "No."
"Okay - Well, obviously, I know what I was thinking about -"
"Obviously." He said the word, but he didn't seem convinced.
"- I just am not sure how I feel about it, which makes explanations difficult -"
"Apparently." That, he did seem to understand.
"- and I'm not sure that if I tried to explain, I could do it coherently - "
*
He took a step closer and showed his wholehearted agreement by taking her sun-sweetened lips in his own. It felt so right - holding her, kissing her, protecting her when she would let him. She'd given him his world back, given him a reason to continue his unholy existence: For her.
A girl of not even twenty years to his more than two hundred.
A virgin in mind and body, beautiful to behold.
A Slayer who spared his life and protected him from those who would do him harm.
His own love.
He reveled in that love, and the warmth it produced within his own cold body. The touch of her hands, the feel of her lips, her pure affection and devotion to him, it all amazed him - awed him, that he could inspire such feelings.
He moved forward, holding her even closer to him, careful not to compromise her balance. He could feel her legs gently clamp gently on the outsides of his thighs in response to the proximity of his body and the sensation of his tongue delving into her mouth. The motion only made him thrust deeper into the warmth that she provided. That, combined with her roving hands and soft moaning, succeeded in filling him completely with desire. Even so, as much as he wanted her, he did not push the issue beyond this.
He knew that their joining was inevitable, but to rush things would ruin it all, and he wouldn't be able to bear those consequences. But tonight... Tonight she was pushing even his limits. Her skin was scented with spring roses and her own sweet blood rising to the surface, a truly intoxicating combination. He could feel her heart beat as if it were his own, indeed he could feel the pulse of blood through her body, the rush that even she was unaware of. Her hot body, so young and soft and full of life, clinging sweetly to his own corpse-like form, sent his own blood raging through his body. Indeed, it created a full body ache - a hunger that only she could satiate.
*
She hadn't actually meant to be clutching him with all four limbs, but it was quite nice, so she saw no immediate need to relax her legs. As their kisses became less deep and more frenzied, she curled her legs around his hips, inviting him even closer to her body. She told herself that it was an action born solely upon a desire to stay upright and balanced, but all cogent thought ceased when the soft, sensual growl that started deep in his throat turned slowly into a moan filled want and frustration.
*
He nestled into the curve her body created for him and thought, not for the first time, that there was indeed a god, and one with an extremely short memory and equally kind heart. As the waves of desire crashed through his body, he couldn't retain the purring moan from pouring out of the back of his throat. Much more of this and Buffy would find out that tombstones could be used for more than just a convenient perch. But he didn't want that for her first time. The grass, however, would do just fine.
His kisses trailed from her partially bare shoulder back up to her jawbone. Catching her in a sigh, he licked her lips with just the tip of his tongue, teasing her, daring her to invite him in. She did, and the kiss deepened quickly as he sucked her taste from her mouth and tongue, as he felt her limbs go stiffer and tighter around his body. He shifted his position slightly and crushed her body to his own, half preparing to lower her to the soft cool grass beneath his feet. Out of the corner of his perception, reality intruded upon his sweet haven. He could hear the earth in front of him being clawed away, slowly. He idly wondered if Buffy heard it too. If she didn't, she would soon. It would, however, be at least half a minute more before the neonate was up and oriented. His hands, in their soft exploration of her back, strayed to the partially open backpack purse hanging low above her spine. Retrieving one of the sharpened stakes that were within, he waited a moment until Ugly, The Risen turned around and finally noticed the young couple making out above his grave. With one well placed shove, ::poof:: went the vampire.
In between kisses, she managed to get out, "thanks."
"Think nothing of it." A few moments later, "mmm, Buffy? Do you think we've finished hunting for the night?"
"Definitely - "
"So, then what happened?"
Buffy tried in vain to look nonchalant while she twirled a dandelion she'd just picked. "Well," she started, looking out into the school quad.
Willow gave her a look and reminded her, "If you don't give me all the juicy details right now, I won't be responsible from my actions."
"I wasn't totally oblivious - I did hear the guy rise - I was just sort of preoccupied - "
Willow grinned. "Yea?"
Giving up on looking nonchalant Buffy leaned towards her friend with a smile on her face and eyes lit up with the sun. "So, there I am, sitting on the gravestone, right? And Angel and I are totally making out, and have I mentioned lately how supremely gorgeous and utterly kissable he is?"
"Not in the last 22 hours, no."
"Well, an update."
"Yea?"
"Drop dead gorgeous," she began.
"And in a literal sense, too," Willow added.
"Yea, and I could kiss him day and night, non-stop."
"Have you?"
"Not yet, but," she added, her wicked smile getting slightly more evil, "I'm working on it. So anyway, there I am, and like, I'm completely wrapped around his awesomely studdly body, ya' know?"
"Yea. Uh, wait," Willow interrupted, looking confused. "I thought you were on top of the stone?"
Buffy shot her a wicked grin. "I was."
"Oh my - " Willow's shocked look turned quickly to intense curiosity. "Then what happened?"
"So, we were kissing, necking, the works, and then his hands aren't on my back anymore. One arm grips me even tighter and the other readies a stake and I think, 'Oh yea, the new spook', but I don't say anything, cause like," she whispers in a conspiratorial tone and leans closer still, evil grin firmly intact. "His tongue was teaching me things I didn't realize were possible." She shivered from the memory. "Geez, just thinking about him now is making me wish, that well," she looked around the blue California sky. "Makes me wish it was 12 hours later and quite a bit darker, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I think I do. So, what happened with the other vampire?"
"Well, like I said, one hand stake, one hand Buffy. And the third wheel got dusted."
"And you were still, you know, smoochies?"
"Totally lip-locked the entire time."
"Wow."
"Eventually, I did need air - "
"Oh, of course."
"But we mutually decided that we'd hunted enough for the night."
"Yea?"
"So we went back to my house, and Mom wasn't feeling well so she was already upstairs. We just kind of sat on the couch for awhile, necking. It was nice, but - " she trailed off, looking for the first time very uncertain.
"But what?" The redhead looked very worried. "You make it sound like, like, necking with Angel is a bad. A-a-and, not a happy provoking experience. A-a-and I've never necked before, and I'm really looking forward to it, and if you say that necking with Angel is bad, then, then how can necking with anyone else be good, cause Angel is, like, oh, he's so the hottie, and he's probably pretty darn good at necking, and, and smoochies. N' stuff. Um. I'm done."
"Well, it's not really that it was bad, but I don't know. I'm so confused."
"About what, Buffy? What's wrong? And what happened to the necking? A-a-and the smoochies?"
"Well, that's all that happened. Oh, Will, I don't know what to do. Angel and I are getting closer and closer to, well, ya' know."
"And this is a bad thing - Cause you know how immature guys can be, and it's always a good idea to date older than you, and oh wait, you are." Willow's brows were furrowed, trying to follow her friend's logic.
"He's 240 some odd years old! And he's been a seriously worldly guy for at least 140 of those years. What if I totally screw up? I'm only 17! I've absolutely no experience," she wailed, burying her face in her hands. "But," she looked up at her friend. "Oh Will, I love him. And I want this. I want this for both of us."
"Buffy, he's not just dating you for - smoochies, an-and other, um stuff. Ya' know."
"I know."
"I mean, you said it yourself." The redhead unconsciously seemed to slip into a reassuring lecture mode. "He's 240 years and change. Chances are he's grown out of the horny pubescent teenager stage. Well, not completely, or else he wouldn't be making out with you so much in the first place. But, well, you know what I mean."
"Thanks, Will." Talking with her had helped. Kind of. At least she got one or two of her fears out in the open.
"Um, Buff?"
"Yea?"
"You said you thought, ya' know, it would be soon. How soon is soon?"
She lay at his side curled up and completely at peace. She idly realized as she ran her fingers across his shoulder that his body was not as cool as it normally was. //So this is what it takes to heat a Vampire up.//
She grinned at the very thought of what they'd just done and shifted closer into his loose embrace. A chill settled over her as their warmth began to fade. She gently reached down to the tangled sheets at the foot of his bed and pulled them up to their midsections. She settled back into her Angel with her head on his shoulder, her arm across his broad chest, and her leg curled around one of his own. She sighed at the ultimate comfort she was in and angled her face to look at her new lover. His face was so calm and relaxed, she didn't know if he was perhaps asleep, or had just momentarily closed his eyes. //And oye, it's not like I can tell from his breathing patterns.//
She called out to him softly and he gently opened his eyes to her. She still couldn't tell whether he'd been asleep or not, but she no longer cared. His gaze caressed her face as his fingertips ran small delicate circular patterns on her back. She shivered with pleasure and was amazed at how quickly her body responded to his touch, especially after what they had done. Her face clouded as she wondered if he had, well, enjoyed it as much as she did.
*
"What is it, Baby?" His eyebrows furrowed and he wondered if he had done something to ruin this perfect moment with her. He reached down to caress her face, urging her to continue.
"Angel," she crinkled her nose, "this is going to sound dumb, but how was - I mean, did you - well, ya' know, was it okay?"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. If she hadn't been so sincere, he would have laughed. Okay? Personally, he would have rated it slightly above okay, in fact, somewhere around fucking amazing, but if that is the way she wanted to put it...
He rolled her over so she was beneath him once again. Her squeal of surprise brought a smile to his face, though he refused to let her up.
"Hmm, Was. It. Okay." He caressed her neck with his lips, starting just below her ear. Trailing down, he didn't speak until he reached her collar bone.
"Okay is a word," he said, in between the feather light kisses that he was reining on her shoulders.
"And, I suppose you could use it." He began a new trail of kisses down past her breast bone, one that allowed him to bury his face in the valley of her breasts, inhaling her scent deeply, his tongue darting out every now and then. He looked up at her.
"But it isn't one I'd choose."
"Oh? So, which one would - " her intake of breath was sharp and audible as his lips devoured her breasts one by one, suckling at the tips. "Which, ah, one would you, um, um, choose?"
He looked up from his task, letting his hands take up where his mouth left off. "Why do I get all the tough questions? I have a better idea." His fingers began to trail down her sides. "How about I just show you," he said, letting his cool lips hover just over her skin, "and you can draw your own conclusions?"
"Show me? Well, I guess - " again, she found herself gasping as he discovered a previously unknown, yet extremely sensitive region around her hip bone. "Sure," she just barely managed to whimper. As he continued to lightly massage the area, she couldn't help but to squirm, just a little. Before, they hadn't rushed things, but they hadn't wasted an immense amount of time on foreplay. Now she wondered it wasted was really the word to use.
Soon, her squirming turned into full blown writhing, as the feelings he was eliciting from her body apparently just became too much to contain. When he drew his lips to her hip bone though, she thought she was going to die.
"Angel... Oh, yes..."
He looked up at her with a wolfish grin. "Now you're getting the hang of it. Let's see what else I can make you say..."
He slowly moved his lips down the outside of her leg to her knee, then coming back up the sensitive inside. He could feel her tremble beneath him, but he knew it was nothing compared to what would happen next. He moved to where her hips joined with her legs, and let his tongue search out her center as his hands stroked the outsides of her thighs. He knew when he was where he needed to be.
"FUCK"
He looked up from her body and gazed into her eyes. "Now that is a word I can relate to. Much better than 'okay', don't you think so?"
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she said as she exhaled, "oh fuck."
"I take that as a yes."
He went back to work, his tongue roving over and over her hot spot, eliciting much moaning from the subject of his ministrations. When she seemed to calm, and become accustomed to his touch, he slid his tongue deeper inside her, tasting her juice, and sucking it out, as expertly as he had ever drained someone, and granting even more pleasure in the process. He heard her chanting his name, a cry, a plea, an exclamation of ecstasy. She was so near to her orgasm, he could feel her muscles tighten around him. It hurt to hold his own, but he refused to grant himself that small pleasure until he was sure she knew exactly what he thought of her. Sure enough, she came, and he drank down her sweet nectar, careful to leave enough so he wouldn't hurt her in the coming moments. Her body still tense, he rose above her, climbing slowly up her, and sinking into her lap, into her waiting arms. As he slid inside her they both gasped, she at the difference in feeling, he at both the relief of homecoming, and the intense arousal it caused.
He brushed back her hair and found her ear. "Do you understand now?" he whispered. "Do you understand how I feel, right now?"
"Yes," she replied, wrapping her legs around his waist and opening her hips to him, granting him deeper access. "Oh yes."
He growled out in torture and frustration. It wouldn't be much longer, not if he could help it. He captured her lips, daring her to taste herself, daring her tongue to penetrate his mouth even as he was penetrating her. She readily accepted his offer, awed at how right he tasted mixed with her own juices. She whimpered as she realized with each thrust that she was going to come again, that she was going to hit that height all over again. She broke off the kiss with a gasp for air.
"Oh god, Angel." She clutched his shoulders and he thrust long and deep into her. "Oh, fuck, yes." He thrust even harder. He felt her convulse around him, surrounding him in pleasure, drawing him into that pit as she fell, and inciting him to fall with her. "Please..." And so he did.
He slowly worked her down from her high, then rolled the both of them over until she was on top of him, still joined. He looked into her drowsy eyes, partially hidden beneath the locks of her hair. "Did I answer your question?"
"Yep," she replied, content as a warm kitten and already half asleep.
He chuckled at her, marveling that she was finally his. He held her close, his poor, exhausted, little girl, and pulled the tangled sheet back over them both. He couldn't help but whisper to her sleeping form.
"I love you."
THE END
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