AUTHOR: Lady Raven
SUMMARY: What if Spike had proposed his bargain to Buffy, and she had found the disk, but Akathla hadn't been discovered?
DISCLAIMER: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon, although he is not treating its characters very well. But the JMB's gonna take care of that. The catalogue of the Armory will soon be available. The song quoted is 'Mountain' by Tonic, off their album 'Lemon Parade'.
CONTENT: Seduction, consensual sex [Buffy/Angel(us)]
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first of two adult Becoming-inspired stories. Why now you may ask? Simple. I only just saw Becoming (Thanks Sara, and I hate channel seven!) so I'm back in fanfic therapy.
THANK YOU TO: Sare Liz, who takes turns being my beta reader, editor, and cheerleader, and is always my friend.
* Part One - The Proposition *
NIGHT ONE
Buffy walked along, lost in her thoughts. Should she ask Willow to try the curse? She wanted Angel back so badly, but could she truly accept Angel back, if his soul was restored? Would he even want it, or would she find that he wished she had just killed him?
She was so occupied that she only recognized the tingle in her spider-sense a few seconds before Spike stepped out in front of her. She snapped into Slayer mode, slipping a stake from her sleeve. But then one of the oddest things yet happened.
Spike held up his hands and said, "I come in peace, or whatever the line is."
"Really," Buffy told him, shifting into a better stance for attack. "Observe my skepticism."
Spike made a sound that would have been a sigh in a human, and replied, "I don't want to fight, Slayer, I want to make a deal."
"A deal? Now why on earth would you want to deal with me, in any way that doesn't involve us trying to kill each other like usual?"
"Because I think that for once, we both have a bigger priority. The same priority. Putting Angel in the ground permanently."
"And why would you want that?"
Spike's lips tightened, and for a moment the pain and anger on his face made him look very human. "I want Dru back, and I don't think I'll be able to do that while Daddy dearest is around and smirking."
"So what's in it for me?" Buffy asked, slowly lowering her stake. Someone else might think it was stupid, but his words rang true to her. She'd seen Angelus and Drusilla together, and Spike was echoing thoughts that she'd had herself. Spike and Drusilla had probably had one of the healthiest relationships in Sunnydale before Angel's change. It was pretty obvious that Spike wanted his lover back as badly as she did hers.
"Besides stopping Angel from destroying you to get you out of his head? I'll leave with Dru, and you'll have both of us out of your hair for good."
Buffy slipped her stake back into her sleeve, and told him, "Okay, let's get inside and talk about this."
She didn't trust him very much, but Spike didn't kill people that he needed. Right now, she was his best hope of getting Drusilla back. She did keep her stake ready to hand, though. Just in case.
*
Buffy held the steaming mug of tea in her hands, grateful for the warmth as she watched Spike pace back and forth, casting glances at the open door of Giles' office.
Her Watcher had been shocked, to say the least, when she'd brought the vampire whom until recently had been her greatest enemy into Slayer Central. However, he'd trusted her and her judgement enough to leave them alone in his office and agree not to tell anyone else.
His trust had not extended to letting them close the door, and he'd only left after making sure her crossbow was loaded, ready to fire, and under her hand. Giles had also insisted on making her a cup of tea, and Buffy had accepted with gratitude. She'd do some fairly drastic things before admitting it, but when she was as tense as she was now she found his tea soothing.
They were hidden from view by anyone who wasn't right at the counter, and if they spoke quietly, Giles couldn't hear them. Buffy had a premonition she'd be glad of that before this was over.
"Okay, talk" she ordered Spike.
"What do you want me to say?" the vampire asked, his exasperation making his British accent more pronounced.
"I was thinking about outlining your plan? I assume you do have one, or have you been slipping?" Buffy enquired, sweetly sarcastic.
"I keep Dru and as many of the minions out the way, and you kill Angel. I stop Dru from coming after you and get her to leave Sunnydale with me." Spike drew out a cigarette and lit it. Buffy recognized a nervous habit when she saw one; her mother had several. "We'll leave the country and you'll never see us again, I bloody well hope." Spike dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it.
Buffy stared into her teacup, debating the wisdom of what she was about to do. She decided that it was worth the risk. Spike wasn't going to do anything to spoil his chances of getting rid of Angel, and he hadn't mentioned any deep burning desires to spit on Angel's grave, just to have Drusilla for himself again.
"I don't want him dead."
Spike turned, tilted his head and looked at her in puzzlement and slight curiosity. "I can understand that...well, actually I can't. But I don't think that you have any choice, pet. I think he's up to something big, and you have to stop him any way you can."
"Yes, Spike, I do have a choice. We found a way to cure Angel today. A way to give him back his soul." Buffy gave him a hard glare and warned him, "On the off chance you're spying for Angel, I should warn you that we've sent copies to all of Miss Calendar's old group. They've all been asked to perform the spell in a set time limit. One of them's already put it up on her website. I'd say it's gotten dozens of hits already." Her voice was a mixture of longing, determination and caution as she told Spike "I want my Angel back. Is killing him part of the deal?"
Buffy watched the vampire carefully, trying to gauge a reaction to her words. Would he flip? Did he hate Angelus that much? As yet, he hadn't moved, hadn't reacted, hadn't even altered the look he'd given her the moment she had said she didn't want Angel dead.
She watched as his stance relaxed somewhat, as he drew out another cigarette and lit it. He seemed to ponder the books on the wall opposite her, and his face was completely blank. After a long drag, Spike exhaled, blowing the smoke up in to the room. Still looking off, examining the white trail, he began to speak softly. "Either way I would prefer him dead, just on general principles. But if you would rather have soul boy back," he said, finally looking at her, his cold blue eyes lancing to her core, "I have no objections."
He was lying. He wanted Angel dead. It was so obvious that Buffy almost called off the whole thing. But she also realized that although he was lying about how he felt, he wouldn't try and kill Angel. She couldn't explain it - it seemed to be just one of those things like the rest of her heightened senses - but she knew in this one thing that she could trust Spike.
He continued on, oblivious of how close he'd come to having his unlife ended. "Just means we'll have to scrap my plan and go back to the drawing board. How long until you can perform the spell?"
"Late tonight, if we have to. Preferably tomorrow night."
Spike looked her up and down carefully, his gaze strangely dispassionate, and it sent chills up her spine. Instinctively, Buffy knew that he was analyzing her as a different kind of weapon.
Seeing the expression in Spike's eyes, Buffy put down her teacup and stood, facing him. "I think I detect a plan forming. Spill."
Spike's eyes flickered, and he asked her "I take it you want this new plan to include me keeping Dru and as many of the minions as I can out of the way for as long as possible. Meanwhile, you distract Angel and give one of your friends time to perform this ritual, am I right?"
"You would be essentially correct, yes."
Spike gave her an assessing look, and asked, "What would you give, Slayer?"
Buffy's response was immediate. "Anything. My life, if I had to."
"No need to go that far, I was thinking more about your body."
Buffy blinked, her face blank with surprise. "Say what?"
"Angelus is as besotted with you now as he was before, but the wanker's too weak to admit it, even to himself. Angel loves you, but for Angelus it's a bit more...basic."
"What do you mean?"
"He craves you, Slayer, the way my kind crave blood. Only he can't satisfy it or admit it, and I think it's driving him out of his mind." Spike looked at her with a mixture of exasperation and satisfaction, and told her "If you go to him willingly, he'll be distracted as long as you want."
Buffy bit her lip and looked away, before asking "Can you guarantee that he won't just laugh at me?'
"I can't guarantee anything in this life, Slayer. But if you blindside him into confronting the way he feels about you, AND offer him a way to release those feelings, he'll take it. I'm as sure of that as anything in this world."
Buffy thought for a minute. She hadn't been kidding when she said that she would do anything to get Angel back. Not to mention, now that it was probable that Angelus would be saying sayonara very soon, she could now admit, even if only to herself, that she'd had some similar feelings that went beyond missing Angel to downright lust, no matter who was in control of Angel's body. After all, she'd always had a thing for bad boys, and then there was the leather pants...
"Done. You keep Drusilla out of the way, and make sure we don't get any interruptions, and I'll let the two of you get out of Dodge." Buffy stood and offered her hand to Spike. Quirking an eyebrow-probably at her old-fashioned (and human) ideas-Spike shook it.
"Done. So what's the plan?"
Buffy realized that she needed some input, and was thankful that it wasn't as awkward to ask Spike about this as she thought. "Well, I have a few ideas, but I've never seduced anyone before, especially a vampire. Got any suggestions?"
"Start off gradually. Give him a few warnings that you're coming. It should intrigue him enough not to do anything drastic."
Buffy looked at him and said, "Drastic? What do you mean? And why would he do something drastic?"
"Remember what I said before, about how not being able to admit or satisfy his need was driving him out of his mind?" At Buffy's nod, Spike continued, "Well, I think that soon it really will. If he sees a light at the end of the tunnel, it should stop him from doing something to obliterate anything that reminds him of you. I think that's what the something big is about."
"You mean, like killing everyone I know, like he did with Drusilla?"
"No, Slayer. I mean like destroying Sunnydale, or maybe even the world. He could always try to open the Hellmouth, I suppose."
"Jesus." Buffy muttered. She sat down hard on the desk chair and asked, "You think he'd go that far?"
"I think he'd do anything at all to try to get you out of his head. And he's so obsessed with you that destroying everything that could possibly bring a memory of you to mind is the only chance he's got. Although personally, I don't think that would work either. You've worked your way so far into his dead heart, I think killing himself is the only thing that would."
Buffy blushed and told him, "Actually that's kinda flattering. Does that sound really twisted?"
"Not to me, ducks, but then, you think all my kind are twisted.
Even Angel, in a way." At Buffy's indignant look, he added, "Come on, the man fell in love with a woman sworn to exterminate his entire race. I don't know about you, but it doesn't sound very healthy to me."
Buffy sighed and conceded the point. "Back to my original question. Got any other tips?"
Spike's gaze flickered up and down her body again. "Make sure that whenever you're going to make a move, you're wearing something red with a low neck. Preferably tight."
Buffy nodded, then frowned. "The low neck and tight I can understand, but red?"
Spike told her bluntly, "He's always had a thing for it. Why do you think Dru wears it? It's left over from when he commanded us both."
Buffy remembered the reaction she'd gotten from Angel once, when she'd worn a red lycra top, and nodded. "What else?"
"He likes warmth, so get skin to skin with him as much as you can. Near a fire is even better."
Buffy thought about how much Angel loved hot showers...and all the different soaps. "What about smell?"
Spike looked at her in respect, and told her, "Yeah. Smell can be a big turn on for vamps. Other than the obvious, the best is flowers."
Buffy frowned and asked, "The obvious?" When Spike's gaze turned pointed and traced down her body, stopping around her hips, she fought off the blush with an effort and asked, "Flowers?"
"He's quite a gardener, did you know that? Ran in the family apparently, he told me once that his grandmother created a brand new species of rose. Ever since Darla first made him, Angelus left a trail of gardens across Europe that suddenly started sprouting night-blooming jasmine. Some of them are probably still there. Every garden brought him at least a half-dozen kills."
Buffy shook off the images that brought, and asked, "Next?"
Buffy could see Spike thinking for a silent minute, and told her, "Dancing. Next to the flowers, it was his favorite way of baiting the trap. He used to tell me that by the time he was done, dancing was just a polite substitute for what they wanted to be doing beneath him. Try getting him at the Bronze, something sexy with a driving beat."
Buffy was starting to see the pattern, and thought for a minute. "Angel always loved to be touched..."
"Oh yes, Angelus is quite the sensualist. It's one of the reasons he wears so much leather and silk, he likes the textures. He's a very...what's the word I'm looking for? Tactile person."
Buffy frowned and asked, "Should I be relieved or suspicious that you know so much about Angel?"
Spike caught the hint of jealousy in her voice and grinned. "When you spend a hundred years with someone, you get to know them very well, believe me."
They heard voices coming from outside, and Buffy hissed, "This stays between us. Out the window, now!"
Spike nodded agreement-he trusted the Slayer and maybe her Watcher, but he didn't want any of the others complicating things and maybe squealing about his ability to walk. He wriggled through the window, his head disappearing from sight just as Buffy walked through the door.
He stayed until he heard the Slayer announce, "Okay guys, new plan. Before I start, let me make it clear to all of you that my part needs to be done alone and I'm not explaining it, so don't bother asking what I'm doing or if you can come along while I do it."
*
Buffy slowly walked through Rodin cemetery, every sense on alert for vampires-and one in particular. Spike had called the library to tell her that Angelus was going to be there, waiting for a new fledgling to rise. She had made Giles drive her home to change, then to the cemetery. Giles had cast a few askance glances at her outfit, which confirmed that she'd made the right choice. If her stuffy Watcher noticed it, Angelus would do a lot more.
She'd also put Giles in charge of making sure none of the Scooby Gang decided to follow her; they'd never been very good at taking orders in the past. It had been handy, and occasionally life saving, in the past but now it could-and probably would-prove deadly. Willow had been impressed of the seriousness of the situation enough to keep things under control until Giles got back.
Buffy heard someone humming and smiled as she listened. It was a very old Irish folk song, Angel had sung her to sleep with it more than once. She stopped as he came into view. She was next to one of the old tombstones, the kind that stood taller than her. She silently slipped around to the side that faced Angelus, leaning against it. She arched her back to thrust out her breasts, and waited for him to see her.
Angelus sighed, audible to her hearing, and muttered, "Hurry up and rise, dammit! Why did I sire you in the first place?"
Buffy knew a cue when she heard one, and asked in a quiet, teasing voice, "Acute frustration?"
Angelus whirled to face her, and the naked desire in his gaze made her burn, before he locked it away behind a mocking mask. "Why would I be feeling frustrated?"
Buffy gave him her best come-hither smile and trailed her fingers along the neckline, stopping just before the space between her breasts. "Don't you know?"
Angelus stared at her, and Buffy felt her self-confidence take a giant leap. She could feel his eyes travelling over her. The tight tank top had a neckline that was so low, she usually wore a baby doll T-shirt underneath. Even in the moonlight it was a screaming crimson, matching the ribbon she wore around her throat like a choker. Her black skirt had been shrunk in the wash and was so short that she hadn't worn it since.
"What are you up to, Slayer?"
Buffy's smile widened as she strolled towards him, putting lots of wiggle into her walk. He only called her Slayer when he was unsure of himself. She put on her sultriest voice as she spoke. "What can I say? I'm the Slayer, but I'm also a woman. I've had some rather...intimate needs woken, and not been able to satisfy them. It's embarrassing to admit, but I've found out that sometimes you can't do everything for yourself. So, I figured I'd go to the source. I thought maybe you might be having a similar problem."
"I have plenty of ways to meet those kind of needs. Dru, for one, is very willing to help me out in that department."
Buffy didn't show how this cut her to the soul. Besides, why was he still undressing her with his eyes? "So if you're so satisfied, why are you trying to see through my clothes so badly?" Angelus was completely silent, and Buffy knew she almost had him.
"Let's face it, Angel, all of your... * resources *, are second-hand goods. You may have said that our night together was nothing special, but we both know that you were lying through your teeth. You still want me. Remember that old song, 'Nothing compares to you'? It's true for you, and it's true for me." Buffy slid her arms around his neck, and lifted her face until their lips were a hairsbreadth apart. She whispered, "Kiss me, Angel. You know you want to."
Angelus didn't take her up on her invitation, so she kissed him.
She felt his lips part, and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She kissed him as hard and deeply as she could, and felt his arms slide around her waist. She pressed her body against his, getting as close as she could, and felt his response to her rise between them, even through his leather pants.
Angelus slid a leg between hers and pulled her up so she was riding his thigh. Buffy rubbed herself against him, letting her desire take her over. She could feel herself getting wet, her body preparing to receive the invasion of his, and couldn't suppress a moan. Angelus slipped his tongue inside her mouth, mimicking what he evidently wanted another part of his anatomy to be doing, and Buffy sucked on his tongue, her passion increasing.
She felt Angelus brace his foot on a convenient tombstone, raising her almost to a sitting position, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She felt one of his hands leave her body, and wondered where it was going. She was answered when it slid up her bare thigh and under her skirt. His searching fingers reached higher, and when Buffy felt his fingertips brush the soaking wet cotton of her panties, her hips bucked against him urgently.
Then Angelus tore his lips from hers with a snarl, and he lifted her off his leg and sat her on the tombstone. Buffy was puzzled for a second, then realized that the fledgling had risen. Angelus snarled "I'll take care of this," and stalked over to the new vampire.
Buffy was shaken by just how close she'd come to blowing the whole plan. She needed him so frantic for her that he was blind to anything else, and she needed him that way tomorrow night. While Angelus grabbed the new vampire and snapped its neck, Buffy slipped away, her legs still trembling slightly from unfulfilled desire.
When Angelus turned back, she was gone.
* Part Two - The Seduction *
NIGHT TWO
Angelus leaned on the railing and surveyed the crowd of dancing teenagers below. The Bronze was jumping tonight, and he was betting that Buffy would be there. They had unfinished business. A passing boy bumped into him, and Angelus sent him scurrying with a single glare.
Angelus turned back to his vigil and sighed. He thought the rock music would be a distraction, but he couldn't help but think of Buffy as he listened to the song.
'She's got a sweetness about her that I can't explain
She's got a wonderment about her that I can't deny'
Not to mention a sensuality that turned him on like a volcano. After their encounter in the cemetery, he'd gone back to the mansion and almost literally fucked Drusilla's brains out, but even after Drusilla was limp with exhaustion, his lust had been unsated. His climax had been...empty, somehow. Then he'd gone to bed and had one of his increasingly frequent dreams of doing the same to the Slayer. He'd woken up hard as marble and knew that Drusilla wouldn't be able to help.
He cast his gaze over the dance floor again, and saw Buffy. He could see the cross that he'd given her glinting silver at her throat. It dangled just above her cleavage, which he could see nicely, thank you. The second he really took in her outfit, he knew that he'd be dreaming even more vividly during the coming day. She was wearing a cherry red top, skin tight, with midnight blue slacks that fit like a second skin. He could see every curve of her body. As he licked his lips he looked into her eyes, and met her knowing smile.
He had reached the foot of the stairs before he was even aware of moving, and Buffy met him at the bottom. She took his hand and led him into the crowd, before she turned to face him and press her body to his, so close he could feel the warmth of her body against his skin, even through their clothing.
Angelus could feel her heartbeat as if it was his own, and stopped himself from shuddering with an effort. He felt the delightful friction of her warm skin against his cold flesh, and fought down his body's response as his desire increased.
Buffy slid her hands up his back, hooking them over his shoulders as he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her against him so she couldn't get away. He could feel her pulse speed up, and could smell her arousal, taste it as he let the air around them float over his tongue. She wasn't afraid of him, and it made him want her like always...he had always loved a challenge.
Angelus wondered what had happened, how the innocent that he'd first bedded had become this bold, sensual woman who had no fear of him or her own desires. Then Buffy began to move her body sinuously against his in time to the music, never losing contact between their bodies. Angelus stopped thinking about Buffy's motives, and started fighting his own traitorous body. He'd never let a woman give him orders since his vampire infancy, and he wasn't going to start now.
Buffy nuzzled the V of skin at the base of his throat, revealed by the open collar of his shirt. Angelus felt her hot, wet lips on his skin, and fought with all his might against the impulse to plunder her mouth with his, like he had in the cemetery last night. Like he had in his dreams, so many times. He focused on the music to try and help his self-control, but that only made it worse.
'Like a fire I'm drawn to her lust
I can't run from her but Lord I must
And like a demon I'm drawn to her flame
I'm gonna burn calling her name
I'm gonna burn calling her name'
His tenuous control on his body snapped, as Buffy pressed a hand against the back of his head, gently pushing his face towards hers. Her lips brushed his in a feather-light kiss, before moving over his cheekbones. As her tongue darted out to trace his earlobe, Angelus couldn't keep from shivering but didn't care. Then she softly caught his earlobe with her teeth, sucking gently for a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity, before she whispered, "How badly do you want me, Angel?"
It took Angelus every fragment of his ability for deception, to say, "I don't want you. Last night was just about taking what you were offering."
Buffy laughed softly, and it sent shivers up and down his spine all over again. "I hate to break it to you, lover, but the monster hard-on you're pushing into my stomach says otherwise." The husky, sexy tone of her voice went straight to his groin, and Angelus let out a tiny growl in reaction that rumbled in his chest.
He smelt Buffy's arousal increase, as she pressed her body against his, placed her lips next to his ear and continued in a sultry murmur, "Do you think this is a one way street? I want you too. Why do you think I kissed you last night? You felt how wet I was. I want that erection you have inside me * right * now *. I want to feel your hard cold cock filling me to bursting, moving in and out. I want you to fuck me until I scream. Again and again and again."
Angelus growled again, and grabbed her ass, grinding his erection into her. He kissed her savagely, pouring months of frustrated, unfulfilled lust into the kiss as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. It had taken a long time for him to admit it, but the Slayer was dead right. He wanted her so badly it hurt. His entire being ached for her, and nothing would ease that ache except joining his body with hers.
He felt her detach her lips from his with an effort, and she whispered with a chuckle in her voice, "Careful, you're going to get us tossed out." Then he felt her warm, pliant body freeze, and she swore softly.
"What's wrong?" he growled.
"Xander just walked in the door. I have to leave before he sees me."
"Why?" Angelus growled.
"Think, lover. Xander sees us together, he just might decide to do something about it. Even if he doesn't, he'll scream, bitch and moan at me for days. He'll definitely watch me like a hawk for weeks, which pretty much wrecks any plans for us to spend some quality time alone."
Even through his rage at being interrupted, Angelus noticed the way she shifted from seductress to tactician, and it fascinated him even more. Buffy's lightning shifts of personality to deal with whatever crisis she faced at the moment, had always captivated him. But right now, he had more important things on his mind...like getting the seductress back, and turning her into his insatiable lover.
"I'll take care of him," Angelus said, starting to turn and head for Xander. He had only tolerated the little brat before he changed for Buffy's sake, really. Now, he'd really enjoy killing the little pissant. The only reason he hadn't done it sooner was lack of a good opportunity. Now, he could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. Get rid of Xander, and get rid of any interruptions.
Buffy grabbed him by both arms and dragged him off the dance floor to an even more shadowy corner of the Bronze. She pushed him against the wall and attacked him, kissing him deeply and ferociously, sliding one hand up and down his chest and placing the other against the back of his head, using it to press him closer to her. Angelus knew she was just distracting him, but went along with it. He'd rather do this than kill Xander any night.
"Why don't you let me handle this," Buffy said as she pulled away, her voice hardening to steel. "Granted, Xander can be annoying at times, but he is my friend. I don't want to fuck you so bad that I don't care if someone else dies for it."
She slid out of his arms and told him, "I'll be in touch."
Angelus growled in frustration, and stalked out of the Bronze and into the night. He needed to feed in the worst way.
*
Later that night, Buffy slipped into the mansion where Sunnydale's Terrible Trio resided. Spike was waiting for her.
"How are things going?" he asked.
"I'd say it's working. Any updates?"
"He spent hours with Drusilla," Spike said, his face stone cold and hard. Buffy winced in sympathy and pain, before he gave her an ironic almost-smile, and added, "Didn't seem to do much good, though. I snuck up to the second floor right after dawn, and I could hear him bringing himself off like a bloody mortal teenager. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I have a message for him, and thought I'd deliver it personally."
Buffy showed Spike her token. He grinned and laughed.
"You have a wonderfully wicked mind, Slayer. You know that in the language of flowers, those mean passion."
Buffy smiled and replied, "They also stand for love triumphant. If things go to plan, that's what will happen, just after dawn."
"So, whose love will be triumphant, yours or mine?"
"Maybe even both." Buffy headed for the stairs and asked, "Which way to his room?"
Spike grinned again and told her, "Third door on the right. No one else is here right now, so you'll be okay for half an hour or so."
"I'll only need five minutes," Buffy said, then playfully blew her co-conspirator a kiss before she ran upstairs, her heart lightening at the thought that she had already started on the road to lead her Angel back home.
*
Angelus stormed into the mansion with a face like thunder. Despite feeding on two people, scaring one out of their wits and making the other fight before he fed, it hadn't worked. He could still feel his desire for Buffy burning deep inside. The embers might have been damped momentarily, but he had no doubt that the instant he saw Buffy again they would flare into life.
Hell, even thinking about her affected him. The whole time he'd been feeding, all he could remember was how her blood had tasted when they'd made love. He'd had a semi hard-on ever since she'd left him in the Bronze. If she hadn't 'changed the locks' on him, he would have snuck into her house to wait for her.
He shoved Drusilla away when she came to him, not even noticing when she went to Spike in teary confusion. He didn't see Spike hide a smile at his disheveled state-he had let blood stain his clothes like a raw fledgling-as he ran up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Angelus grabbed another shirt out of the armoire, and turned to toss it on the bed before he stripped off the one his last meal had ruined. He froze as he saw what lay on his pillow.
A single, perfect, blood red rose.
He absently took off his shirt and let it drop onto the floor, before he picked up the rose. The delicate fragrance teased at his nostrils: sweet, with a subtle, insistent thread of sensuality running through it. Seductive and challenging at the same time, just like the woman who left it.
He was so absorbed by the rose, and his thoughts of Buffy, that it took him a minute to see the note. He picked it up and opened it. As he started to read he smiled. He recognized the style, Buffy only used it when she was trying to impress someone, and the careful tracings showed she'd tried as hard as possible to make it perfect.
Your old apartment. Just before dawn. We don't want any more interruptions, do we? I'll be waiting for you.
* Part Three - The Consummation *
DAYBREAK
Buffy carefully pinned up her hair, placing pins in just the right places to create tendrils around her face, while leaving her neck bare. She'd conferred with Cordelia on the style, as well as borrowing Cordy's credit card to get her dress.
Buffy put on just a tiny bit of makeup, not wanting to put on anything that would smear or melt in the next hour. She walked in the main room of the apartment nude, spraying perfume made from the same kind of rose that she'd left for Angelus in strategic points.
As she dressed, she looked around critically. She'd spent an hour cleaning away the dirt and dust of the past months, good thing she'd done part of it during the previous day.
Everything was ready. She'd replaced the dust-covered sheets on the bed. The candles were lit, in special holders so they wouldn't burn the place down if left unattended. The music was playing, a collection of sensuous romantic songs, with a few sexy rock songs with a driving beat mixed in for variety. Cordelia had recorded the tape for her, with a few suggestions from Spike.
< Who'da thunk it? > Buffy thought absently. Cordelia hadn't asked any questions, but Buffy knew that Cordy had pretty much figured out what she was trying to do. Cordy was the one Slayerette who could help her in this scheme, and wouldn't raise any objections.
Buffy was still amazed at how easily everything had fallen into place. Maybe Fate was at work in her life, even now. She hoped so. Strange, really. Once she'd decided what she was going to do, she'd thrown herself into it wholeheartedly, without a second's hesitation. The thought of failure had never even crossed her mind. She did what she had to, and knew that her plan would work.
She couldn't help but think of an advertising slogan she'd seen recently. 'No fear, No limits'. It fit her perfectly. She hadn't known a second's fear or hesitation, and Angelus had responded.
Now, all she had to do was what she wanted to do. And by the time the sun rose high in the sky, she would have the man she loved more than anything in the world back in her arms.
She closed her eyes and whispered to Angel's soul, wherever it may be. "Soon, my love, soon."
She heard the door open, and swiftly sat on the bed, waiting for her demon lover.
*
Angelus could swear that his heart was pounding as he opened the door. He slipped inside and shut the door, locking it behind him - he'd had the foresight to hunt up Angel's keys, left over in his pocket from the change. He didn't want any interruptions, either. This place, where he'd made his home before the curse had broken, brought the memories of that life back clearer than anywhere else, he hadn't come back since the first time for that very reason. As he turned around, he struggled against the flood of images from before, but when he saw Buffy, everything stopped.
He took in a deep breath that he didn't need, letting the scents in the air flow over his tongue. The first that hit him was Buffy's arousal. If she was as hot and wet as she smelled, he'd be surprised if she wasn't leaving a damp spot on the black silk sheets. The quilt had been removed, and the sheets turned back invitingly.
The second scent was roses-the same kind that she'd left for him. He reached into his black leather jacket and brought out the rose and her note. He put the note on the coffee table and held out the rose to her. "I wanted to get you a fresh one, but I was in a hurry."
He could say that; he could tell her how desperate he was for her, because she felt the same way about him. She wouldn't use his feelings for her to hurt him. Not like he had her, when he was trying to deny that he wanted and loved her every bit as much, as he had when he had his soul. Angelus was sorry for that now. So he was going to give her a day she would remember for all time. And not just to make up for when he'd hurt her.
He needed her to want only him. When he was done, she'd be completely his. She would be so entwined with him that she'd never even look at another man. No other would ever interest her again. She'd be his for the rest of her life; and maybe even beyond.
Who knew? After a few weeks in his bed, maybe she'd even let him turn her to the night. Then they could love and hunt and kill together for the rest of eternity.
Buffy smiled at him, and Angelus smiled in return. His spirits, not to mention his cock, rose even higher. The seductress was back, and taking no prisoners. No, he wouldn't need to even look at another for the rest of his nights, with this glorious woman by his side...
Buffy slowly rose from the bed and walked to him and Angelus felt himself harden even more as he saw her completely. She was wearing a clinging silk slip dress, the color of fresh blood, and by the way it flowed over her skin, it was obvious to him that there was nothing underneath but Buffy. Her hair was swept up so her neck was exposed, and his gaze dwelled on the pulse beating in her throat for a second.
Buffy reached out and took the rose from him. She lifted it to her nose, and said, "Thank you."
Angelus just watched, fascinated by her. Her scent, a mixture of roses and undiluted passion; the way her skin flushed as her heart beat faster. She looked into his eyes and asked, "Why don't you get undressed first? After all, I have less to take off."
Angelus gave her a wicked grin in reply and stepped back slightly, the better for her to see him. He slowly slid off his jacket, tossing it onto the couch. Maybe they could make love on it later, he could just see her with one leg up over the back, her core weeping and open for him as she begged him to enter her...
Bringing his mind back to the business at hand, Angelus flipped open the buttons of his black silk shirt one by one, watching her reaction intently. Buffy's eyes raced down his chest to his belt, and her fingers tightened on the rose. He could almost hear her mentally wishing that he'd hurry up; to tease her - and see what she'd do - when he'd undone all the buttons he could without taking off his pants, he slid out of the shirt, letting it hang from the waistband of his pants.
Buffy's eyes snapped sparks, and she gently placed the rose on the coffee table as she asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem."
"In that case, let me help." Buffy promptly stepped up to him and unzipped his leather pants, sliding her hand inside. Angelus hissed in reaction, feeling her small, strong fingers gripping his ice hard cock. Then she gently squeezed, and he growled deep in his throat. His hands clenched into fists to resist the effort to rip off that red silk and fuck her right now on the floor, but he let her play, knowing that he'd enjoy it too.
"Why Angel...no underwear?" Buffy pretended to be shocked, but her tone was sultry and upped the lust running through his veins.
"I didn't want to waste time. Besides, you're not wearing any either."
"Exactly. We have so much better things to do with our time."
Buffy used her other hand to unbuckle his belt, and she eventually got his pants low on his hips, letting his shirt fall onto the floor. She looked down, and Angelus could see her eyes widen. "Wow," she murmured.
"You'll say a lot more than that," Angelus promised her.
Buffy looked up at him suddenly, and her eyes gleamed as she sank to her knees in front of him. Angelus tensed in anticipation, but Buffy just bent to unfasten his boots. Angelus kicked them off, and let Buffy pull down his pants. She took her knees off the ground, balancing on the balls of her feet as she prepared to stand, and Angelus was already thinking about whether he'd undo that dress or just rip it off her, when Buffy bobbed her head and licked the head of his erection. Angelus bucked his hips and reached for her head, but Buffy had already used her Slayer speed to evade his hands and stood in front of him.
Angelus reached for her, but she evaded him again. He almost started to get annoyed, when he realized that Buffy was unzipping the back of her dress. As the straps slid off her shoulders and the neckline dipped even lower, she shrugged and said, "I spent a lot of money on this dress, I'd like to wear it more than once."
At the thought of anyone - especially that whelp Xander - seeing her like this, Angelus growled, "No man had better see you in that but me."
Buffy gave him a slanting smile and told him, "If you wish."
Angelus gave her a wolfish grin and told her, "Yes, I do. I wish even more that you were naked and pressed against me."
As the dress puddled at her feet, the scent of Buffy's passion grew stronger, and Angelus realized that telling Buffy what he wanted to do to her and how badly he wanted to do it was a major turn on. He filed the thought away for future use, and pulled her into his arms.
At the feel of their bodies finally being skin to skin, they both moaned with pleasure and need. Angelus slid his hands down to Buffy's ass and picked her up. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and Angelus walked towards the bed.
Wanting to pay her back for that stunt with her tongue, Angelus adjusted Buffy's body so that his erection rubbed up and down against her belly, and the base pressed against her lower lips and her clit. By the time he reached the bed, she was whimpering.
Angelus knelt on the bed and lowered Buffy until she was lying on her back. He kissed her deeply and passionately, and Buffy returned it with equal fervor. She raised her hips and tried to sheath him inside her, but Angelus lifted his hips and she failed. Buffy gave a tiny sob of frustration, and Angelus nearly chuckled in sympathy. He wanted to join his body with hers too, but now he had her naked and underneath him, he was going to thoroughly make love to her.
"By the time I'm finished," Angelus muttered as he slid his body down hers, "You'll belong to me. You won't remember anyone else, not even soul boy."
He kissed her softly on her flat, hard stomach, and her inner thighs. He felt the muscles tense, and he knew that she guessed what he was going to do. Never one to disappoint a lover, Angelus lowered his head and kissed her.
Buffy's hips bucked, and Angelus held them in his hands as he slowly licked the lips guarding her center. He stabbed his tongue down to flick her clit, and Buffy gave a tiny shriek. He could smell how hot and ready she was, as he tilted her hips for better access, and slid his long, strong tongue into her core. She let out a broken cry, and he could feel the inner muscles contract around his probing tongue, knew it wouldn't take much.
He nudged her clit with his nose, and Buffy gave a full throated scream as she came. Her body writhed, though her hips were still held immobile in his hands, and as Angelus drank the juices that gushed from her as if they were blood, he could hear her chanting his name.
He didn't give her a chance to come down. He looked into her eyes, needing to see the lust and ecstasy play across them. Using his vampire speed, he filled her in a single thrust. The feeling of his body merging into one with hers overwhelmed him; his skill as a lover was legion, but he'd never had this feeling of completeness with any other. He'd never dreamed it existed until he made love to Buffy.
*
Buffy felt him enter her, his huge cock stretching her inner walls until it almost hurt, but it was a good hurt. Her eyes locked on his, and she could have sworn she saw Angel, gazing at her in the hungry way he had, more often the nearer they came to her birthday. Angelus drew out of her until just the tip stayed inside her and thrust again, and she came immediately for a second time.
Angelus slid in and out of her slowly and rhythmically, and Buffy luxuriated in the silken friction between their bodies, in the incredible feelings it gave her, both the physical sensations and the boiling pressure building up inside.
They kept up the slow pace for as long as possible, kissing occasionally, their eyes still open and locked on the other's gaze. Wanting more, Buffy thrust up her hips hard, making their bodies slap together with greater force. Her groan was echoed by Angelus' growl, and she knew that he was close.
His thrusts increased in speed until he was pounding into her. Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips, using her calves to push up against his ass and urge him deeper inside her. She saw him throw back his head, and when he looked down at her again, he was in game face. Buffy tensed in anticipation, and tilted her head, baring her neck for him.
*
In the living room of Rupert Giles' home, Willow waved burning herbs over the Orb of Thessila. Xander, facing her across the Orb, and Cordelia and Oz, watching from nearby, all looked worried and anxious as the Watcher shouted the last words of his incantation.
* Part Four - The Resolution *
Angelus sank his fangs into Buffy's neck and slowly took a mouthful, not letting the delicious nectar slide down his throat, dragging out the moment right before orgasm.
*
The sensation of his teeth in her throat sent Buffy over the edge one more time, and as starbursts of light exploded behind her eyes, she heard Angelus make a strange noise, a kind of choked groan. Struggling past the waves of pleasure that engulfed her, she opened her eyes to see a golden glow in his eyes that faded as she watched.
*
Angelus didn't know what the sudden agony was, but the shock of it made him swallow involuntarily, and as the pain-and his control-faded, he came harder than he could remember coming in centuries.
*
The first thing Angel knew, he threw back his head and roared in satisfaction, glory and triumph as he climaxed. He could feel himself deep inside Buffy, feel her core clenching him rhythmically as she whimpered in her own pleasure. He could taste her blood on his tongue, feel the power it gave him running through his veins. She was his now, in every way, and he was hers.
He lowered his head and kissed Buffy ardently, his tongue sliding into her mouth as deeply as his body had slid inside hers. He gently kissed her forehead, eyelids, the peak of her cheekbones and the tip of her nose, easing them both down from the incredible high they'd experienced.
"Angel?" Buffy asked, her voice tremulous.
"You wanted someone else?" Angel teased.
"God no!" Buffy told him fervently as she kissed him. Losing himself in her, Angel could feel his cock stirring again, before a picture flashed into his mind and it was enough to kill any more passion.
His dearest, sweet love in tears, crying out his name as pain dripped from her voice.
Angel broke off the kiss and rolled onto his back, taking Buffy with him, their bodies still joined. Buffy laid her head on his chest and asked, "Are you okay?"
Angel couldn't answer, overwhelmed by the images slowly seeping into his conscious memory.
//"Was...it me? Was I not good?"
"You were terrific. In fact, I thought you were a pro."//
//"Angel! I love you."
"Love you too. I'll call you."//
//"It's your cure."
"Sorry Jenny, this is where you get off."//
Angel stared at the ceiling and sounded like a lost little boy as he asked, "Buffy...what's happened to me? What have I done?"
*
"You didn't do anything!" Buffy told him urgently, sliding his body out of hers so she could move up and look him in the eyes. "It wasn't you, it wasn't your fault the curse broke!"
"The curse broke? Oh God, Buffy, what did he do to you?" Angel looked at her in horror.
Buffy swallowed hard, knowing that he would remember eventually, when Angel gently laid a finger against her lips, his gaze drifting away. "I made you cry," he said, his voice somehow very small. "I told you that your gift didn't mean anything to me. And it was the best night of my life..."
"Really?" Buffy asked, smiling.
Angel smiled back gently, giving her the adoring look she'd loved most of all. "I've been alive for almost two hundred and fifty years, and I've never loved anyone the way I do you. No one's ever loved me the way that you do. I could live for another two hundred and fifty years, and never find anyone who gave me as much pleasure as you. I've never felt so whole... before you, I just had sex. But when I made love with you, it was like we became part of each other. I never dreamed that could happen."
Buffy smiled, and kissed him deeply, moving her body slowly against him. She felt his hips rock against her, his cock starting to harden, and ached to feel him inside again. Then he broke off, and his eyes darkened with pain as another memory took hold of him. He whispered, "Jenny..." and Buffy winced, knowing what he was about to recall.
She saw the tears start to form and pool in his eyes, and she stroked his cheek, trying to help him through this. "I killed Jenny, because she was trying to help me, and I left her in Giles' bed like a gag gift from Hell." His voice was hoarse, and he sounded bereft as he stated, "Giles will never forgive me. He'll never trust me again."
Buffy took a deep breath, marshaled her arguments, and told him, "Giles knows the difference between you and the demon. He forgives you, because you didn't do anything." Angel's eyes bored into hers, and honesty forced her to admit, "He might be uncomfortable around you for a while. But you'll be friends again, sooner than you might think."
Buffy continued, "As for Jenny... well, I'll always feel guilty that I treated her so badly before her death, and that I didn't figure out that once the demon realized who she was, she would be a prime target. As hard as it is to admit, from the demon's point of view, killing Jenny was a matter of self-defense."
Angel opened his mouth to disagree, but Buffy rushed on, saying, "It wasn't until recently that I realized that all of Angelus' antics were to get and keep my attention. Jenny obviously didn't blame you for what the demon did. That's how we were able to cure you; she made a backup disk, but we didn't find it until a few days ago."
Buffy gave him a look from under her eyelashes, and added, "In case you're wondering, there's no clause in the curse, now. Jenny didn't know about it before; I think that she thought that it was a dumb idea in the first place. Personally, I think it was one of the stupidest ideas in the history of stupid ideas, and not just because of what's happened on account of it. Clan Kalderash is as much to blame for everything that Angelus did as you are, Angel - no, more. A lot more. One of the first things Merrick taught me was that you * never * leave an enemy able to get up and come after you again. You take them out for good the first time."
She'd distracted him for awhile, but now Angel said slowly, "I guess Giles performed the curse just now, while you were..."
Buffy heard the dawning memories in his voice, and rolled off him, not able to look into his eyes. She couldn't bear to see the disgust she knew would be showing.
*
"I guess you must think I'm a slut, for letting him touch me..." Buffy rolled out of bed, tears in her voice, and started to grab her clothes wildly.
Angel followed swiftly, knowing he had to stop her. He didn't care what she had done; he loved her and wanted to be with her for as long as she wanted to have him around. His love was strong, but his curiosity was almost as strong. He thought he knew part of her reasons for doing this, but he needed to know the others.
Angel came up behind Buffy and slid his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides so she couldn't move. He kissed the top of her head reassuringly and said, "I know the reason you... seduced the demon, was so he would be distracted while Giles worked the spell and he wouldn't fight you once he knew what was happening. But Buffy... when your senses are as keen as ours are, there are some things that can't be faked. You * wanted * him. The demon was convinced, because he knew that when you told him you desired him, you were telling the truth." Angel's voice became a soft caress, as he added, "I'm not mad at you, Buffy, I'd just like to know why...to know how."
Buffy took a deep, heaving breath and replied, "I missed you, Angel. I missed your love, your strength, your encouragement, and your wisdom. But, I missed your body, too. Every night since, I woke up reaching for you beside me. Every night since, I'd dream of us together, and I would wake up aching for you all over. The demon may have been in control, but it was still your body. It was still your lips kissing me. It was still your hands touching me. It was still your body inside me, giving me pleasure."
Her speech was affecting him in more ways than one; while his heart mourned for the way she'd suffered, his body started to crave hers all over again.
Angel hugged her close, and said, "Do you know what it does to me to hear you say that?" He pressed his growing erection against her ass, in case she hadn't figured it out. "No one's protected me, gone to the wire for me, in more than two hundred years." His voice became passionate, with a growl rumbling beneath, as his embrace tightened and he told her, "Do you know how proud I am, that the woman I love would do anything to save me?"
Buffy moaned and rubbed her head against his shoulder and neck. Angel could hear her heart pounding, smell that she was hot, aroused and almost ready for him. Angel remembered what she'd said to him - no, the demon - in the cemetery, about having her desires woken and not being able to satisfy them. Obviously, the months of celibacy had left their mark. He used his chin to nudge her head to the side, so that he could kiss her throat. He also slid his hand down her body, teasing her curls for an instant, before he slid his fingers inside her expertly, making her arch, cry out, and climax in the same explosive instant.
"God, you're so *good * at this," Buffy moaned breathlessly. Angel was still smiling in masculine satisfaction as she spun in his arms and kissed him deeply.
"Are you sure it's only me you want?" Angel asked, smiling so she would be sure that he was teasing now.
"Absolutely. You're my man." Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and continued, "You're everything I ever dreamed of-in the important details anyway-you're everything I ever wanted. You're everything I need."
"Really?" Angel asked, smiling in delight. While he knew that Buffy loved him, she'd never spelled out what he meant to her in such clear detail before.
"Really." Buffy said firmly. "Although..."
"Although what?" Angel asked in alarm. He was fully aware that Angelus was a more dynamic personality. Buffy was so vibrant herself...
Buffy blushed and bit her lip, before murmuring, "I don't suppose that you'd be willing to, umm...keepwearingtheleatherpants?"
Angel smiled in a mixture of relief, amusement, and mischief. "I'm not opposed to the idea."
"Yeah?" Buffy said, brightening.
"Yeah. Although, it wouldn't hurt if you...persuaded me a little."
"Persuaded?"
Angel nodded, trying to look innocent without a great deal of success.
"Okay. I'll give it a shot," Buffy said, giving him her own mischievous grin, one with more than a hint of desire in it.
Angel felt his cock harden to steel, hearing the sensual promise in her voice. He'd enjoyed most of the memories of these past two nights. The seductress was making an appearance, again...
Buffy kissed him hungrily, and Angel parted his lips, inviting her tongue. Buffy took him up on it instantly, rubbing her tongue against his and the roof of his mouth, until the only reason Angel wasn't moaning was that his mouth was too occupied to make a sound. Buffy slid her hands slowly down his back, scraping with her nails every so often, until they were molded over the cheeks of his ass. She grasped hard and pushed his erection into her stomach. They were so close, his growl vibrated through them both.
Keeping her body in contact with his, the way she'd done that night at the Bronze, she writhed as she slid down his body, kneeling at his feet. Angel tensed, wondering if she was going to do what he longed for her to, this time...
His silent pleas were answered as Buffy licked her lips and then licked the tip of his hard shaft. Angel let out a tiny, involuntary growl and clenched his fists. Buffy fastened her hot, wet mouth onto him, sucking on the head. Angel's hips moved involuntarily, and he felt her smile. She lowered her head, trying to take more of him in, and Angel started a constant, low growl, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in an effort to maintain control.
Then Buffy drew her head up, and sucked the head of his cock in her mouth, before biting down firmly. Angel's continuing growl became a scream, and his hips bucked hard, his body trying to drive his shaft deeper inside. He froze, hoping he hadn't hurt her or scared her off. Buffy's mouth left him and he opened his eyes, looking at her face anxiously.
She just smiled, wrapping her fingers around his clenched fists to lead him the short distance back to the bed. She gently pushed him to sit, then lie down on his back. As she knelt on the bed and straddled his thighs, Angel felt his face shift back to normal; he hadn't even realized that he'd gone into gameface until now. Buffy had a strange look on her face as she gently made his fists open. Angel saw the bloody crescent grooves on his palms, and suddenly realized that he'd clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails had cut the skin.
Buffy tenderly brought each hand to her lips and kissed it, licking away the blood from the already healed wounds. She placed each hand onto the pillow beside his head, then lowered her head and kissed him deeply. Angel started to reach for her, but Buffy pinned his wrists with her hands, and grinned as she ordered, "Stay."
Angel grinned back, and obeyed. Somehow, he knew that Buffy needed this, needed to be the one in control because he freely let her be, not because he was so hungry for her that he would do whatever she asked.
Buffy's grin turned wicked again, as she bent her head and left a trail of kisses all over his face, her lips touching every line and crevice. She then did the same to his neck, shoulders and torso, all the way down to where his rock hard erection lay on his stomach, waiting for her.
Buffy opened her mouth and without further ado took him in as far as she could. Angel growled loudly, and his hips jerked, but Buffy was ready this time and held his hips, much like he had done to her earlier. She hummed in her throat as she sucked, and Angel moaned, hearing the note of surrender in his voice but not caring. He wouldn't have cared even if he hadn't been making love with Buffy. He was hers to command for eternity, and didn't care who knew it.
Buffy raised her head, and Angel tensed, guessing what was coming. Buffy bit down hard, and Angel roared. If he was mortal, he would have come there and then. Buffy gently cradled and caressed his balls as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, sucked hard, then repeated the action until Angel begged, "Buffy, sweetheart, my darling love, I need to be inside you. Please, now."
He opened his eyes to meet Buffy's confused gaze, and realized that he'd spoken to her in Gaelic. He made a mental note to teach it to her later, as he reached for her and told her hoarsely, "Ride me, Buffy, I want to watch you above me. I want to watch you moving on my body."
Buffy returned his gaze, her eyes as hot and hungry as he felt. She moved up his body and slowly impaled herself on him. At the feeling of slowly sinking into her warm, moist core, Angel gave a soul-deep groan, reaching up to grasp her hips. Buffy began to move, and Angel threw back his head, letting the sensations wash over him, losing himself to the pleasure...
Soon, Angel howled in a mixture of pleasure and frustration; Buffy had come three times, but he couldn't without blood. He'd been on the edge and aching since her first climax, but no release was in sight, just this delicious, incredible torture. He was almost past pleasure, to the most exquisite pain. He opened his eyes to see Buffy looking at him with a mixture of sympathy and satisfaction, the afterglow of her last orgasm still glazing her eyes. He was too far gone for speech; he just used his eyes to tell her how encompassing his unfulfilled lust was. He'd lost control and slipped into gameface again, and couldn't remember when.
Buffy licked her lips and clenched around him, making him grit his teeth so he wouldn't scream. She twisted her hips, moving her core around him, and this time he did. His body was so attuned to hers right now, so much a part of her, that he felt the approach of another orgasm from within her. Buffy smiled and reached out her arm, placing her wrist against his mouth. Angel groaned in relief and gratitude, and plunged his fangs in without any thought of gentleness or finesse, all that mattered was ending the unceasing pressure in his body.
As he came almost as hard as he had before, thrusting his hips so violently that his cock entered her womb, he could feel Buffy joining him one last time, his climax bringing on hers. She was panting for breath helplessly, her pulse thundered so loudly that he wouldn't have heard a bomb going off underneath the bed. In the state he was in, he wouldn't have cared. Buffy trembled as she slowly moved off his body, wincing as he slipped out of her, and more or less fell next to him.
"So, are you persuaded?" Buffy panted.
Angel lay spent and aching all over, knowing that if he so much as opened his eyes he would die all over again of exhaustion. "Uh huh."
"Promise you'll wear the leather pants to the Bronze and dance really dirty with me?"
"Anything you want."
He felt Buffy leave the bed, and made a sound of protest. Buffy whispered, "I'm not going anywhere." Just before he slipped into sleep, he heard Buffy pick up the phone and dial.
"Giles? The plan worked. Even better than we hoped."
THE END
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