AUTHOR: Lady Raven
SUMMARY: A sequel to 'An American Slayer in Paris'. How the ep 'DMP' might have gone down, if my way was the canon way!
CONTENT: Consensual sex [Buffy/Angel], Angst, and Certain People getting some of What's Coming To Them. Oh, and some swearing.
SPOILERS: This story contains several references to events in 'AasiP'.
DISCLAIMER: The Buffyverse and all it's characters belong to Joss, dammit!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: 'An American Slayer in Paris' hasn't been posted yet (I'm working on it as you read this!) so here's the important parts: Nearly all of Becoming happened, except Buffy found a way to close the portal WITHOUT sending Angel with it. Since she was wanted by the cops and homeless, Angel took her to Paris and they spent the summer brooding, guilt tripping, getting over it, mending their relationship and then making up for lost time-in more ways than one < EG >.
I've just watched DMP with my friend Annabel and her comments inspired this story, and I wanted to get it out before everyone forgot the ep!
As she walked past with a bowl full of spilled nuts, Buffy heard two guys in flannel shirts talking about the party. One said to the other, "What's this party for anyway?"
"I heard it was for some chick who just got out of rehab."
Buffy turned to look at them incredulously before she dumped the bowl on the nearest table and walked outside. She * really * needed some fresh air. "Wonder whose idea it was to turn a welcome-home dinner into 'Invasion of the Party Animals'?" she murmured to herself, as she stepped outside and walked towards the tree that led to her room.
The dark figure that slowly stepped out from behind the tree trunk and leaned on it moved with the grace of a jungle cat, a wild animal on the prowl. Clothed all in black, from the tight T-shirt to the leather pants and boots, he was a figure that exuded a subtle warning, and gave off intense sexual heat at the same time.
Buffy felt a shiver travel up her spine and her inner core start to moisten as she slowly approached, keeping her hands in plain sight. "What are you doing here?" she asked, keeping her voice low. There was no need to alarm the others. Not that they'd notice, the way they were acting.
"I wanted to see you" Angel replied, lazily pushing himself off the trunk and moving towards her.
"And why would you want to see me?" Buffy asked calmly, though her heart pounded.
Angel gave her his little-boy grin and confessed "I missed you."
Buffy broke into a grin of her own and stepped closer to the man who was her first, and would be her last, lover. "I missed you too. But I thought we agreed that we were going to see how dinner with Mom and the gang went, before we sprung the we're-together-for-always-and-you-can-like-it-or-lump-it thing on them."
Angel slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her forehead as he said, "I can't get to sleep without you anymore. I fall asleep thinking of you, when I am asleep I dream of what I wish I was doing to you, and when I wake up my dreams make me hard as a rock, so I have to make up a whole new fantasy, while I...satisfy the urge."
Angel slid his hands down, caressing her ass through her dress, and pulled her hips harder against his. Buffy giggled and asked, "So if you satisfied the urge when you just woke up, why are you hard as a rock now?"
"I've been dreaming my life away for the past three days, ever since we got back. Seeing you in the flesh" Buffy went 'mmm' as Angel sucked on her earlobe gently "hearing your heartbeat and your breathing" Buffy gasped as he kissed her behind her ear "smelling your scent" Buffy moaned quietly as Angel licked slowly along her jugular vein "it's driving me wild."
Buffy cradled his head in her hands and kissed him deeply, putting all her longing and love into the kiss, showing him how much she'd missed him too.
When they broke apart, Angel looked at the house-lights blazing from every window, people crowding the rooms, and the Dingoes rocking loud enough to make the house rattle-and asked, "Speaking of the dinner party, did your mom decide to make it for 300 people instead?"
"I have no idea. I thought it was going to be just us. The first thing I knew about any of this was the band coming in asking me where to set up!"
Angel nuzzled her neck, making a bolt of heat shoot straight to her core, and asked, "Well, with so many people, will they miss you anytime soon?"
"Mom keeps checking on me every so often, even when I'm in bed. She and Giles seem to be the only ones glad to have me back. Willow stood me up yesterday, and she's ignoring me tonight, Xander's telling me how shitty I was for splitting and how they were getting along just fine without me by turns. Cordelia's backing him up on the we don't need you thing, Oz...well, he's not saying much of anything, but he never does. I mean, he was the one to tell me that I wasn't wanted for murder anymore...not that we didn't already know."
"So, making love is out...how about making out?" Angel asked.
Buffy drew back from him and gave him a sexy smile as she asked in return, "Who said making love was out? Mom's busy with her new friend Pat in the kitchen, Willow's busy listening to the band, and Xander and Cordy are busy with serious public displays of affection. We'll be safe for a while...as long as we make it quick."
"Fine with me" Angel said, letting his desire show in his eyes as he gave her a provocative smile. "Quickies are fun, and we haven't had one since we said goodbye to Ernie."
Buffy led him back to the tree and started to climb. She heard Angel suck in breath he didn't need as he caught a glimpse of her white panties. Grinning in satisfaction at her effect on him and feeling her own lust start to build, she climbed into her bedroom window and quickly hurried across to wedge her desk chair under the doorknob.
She turned to see Angel outlined in the window by the light from below, and told him "Oz was smart enough to rope off the stairs, but I don't really want anyone walking in on us, do you?" When he still didn't climb in, she asked "Angel...what's wrong?"
"You changed the locks, remember?"
Buffy rolled her eyes as she muttered "How blonde can I be?" and came to the window. She leaned out, wrapped her arms around Angel's neck and kissed him. She pulled her lips just long enough from his to mutter "Come on in, lover" and pulled him through the window as she kissed him.
Angel barely stopped himself from stumbling on the windowsill and falling in a heap at Buffy's feet, although that might have been fun, too. As they continued to kiss, he steered her to a spot between the bed and the door, before he turned her away from him and unfastened her crucifix necklace. He didn't mind getting a few burns in the name of passion, but they wouldn't heal until his next feed and it was annoying.
He dropped the necklace on her desk, and raised a hand to her hair. His hand froze in midair, and he asked "This is one of those hairdos you can't just fix and takes ages to redo, isn't it?"
"Uh huh. If I go downstairs with mussed hair, someone's going to get suspicious. And Giles is supposed to be coming over soon."
"Okay, no messing with the hair. Got it. I guess that means you get to be on top." Angel said as he unzipped the back of her dress and kissed the side of her neck.
Buffy sighed and muttered "Cool" before she shrugged her dress off her shoulders. Angel carefully laid the dress over the seat of the chair, before returning to remove her bra. Examining the sexy white silk and lace lingerie, he placed it on top of her dress as he remarked, "So, which label is this? You went shopping at so many designer houses that I get them mixed up."
"It's not. It's from a tiny shop in a side street off Avenue Montaigne. There's this gorgeous little old lady who hand tailors everything."
"Oh, right. Is this the shop where you maxed out my Barclays card?" Angel asked as he turned Buffy around to face him.
"No, the Visa."
"Well, if all the other things you charged are like this" Angel eyed her appreciatively as he gently pushed her down on the edge of the bed "I'll gladly pay twice the price."
Buffy giggled as he knelt at her feet and took off her sneakers, before standing so he could take off her panties. Angel placed a soft kiss on her stomach, before Buffy whispered "Angel, much as I love it when you do that, we are on a time limit here."
"Okay, if you insist" Angel sighed, standing to pull the clinging T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. "I'm trying to remember, did you max out the Barclays at Versace, getting me these pants...what is it with you and leather, anyway?"
"I like wearing it. It moves good, it's tough and doesn't stain easily, it makes me feel dangerous and you look absolutely luscious in it." Buffy worked on Angel's belt as she added, "And I didn't max out the Barclays card on Versace. I maxed it out on Versace, Lacroix, and Armani."
As she slipped a hand inside his pants to caress his rock hard erection, Angel kicked off his boots and brought his mind back to the conversation, in an effort to keep from shoving his pants to his knees, pushing Buffy on to the bed and slamming into her with all his might. "So what did you max out the American Express on?"
"Christian Dior, Chanel and Alaia."
"What about rue Royale?" Angel added.
"You picked out everything there, and I think you stopped about 100 francs short of the limit on that card."
As they finally got Angel's pants off, Buffy glanced at her jewelry box, which held the fruits of that little shopping expedition. "Good thing Mom hasn't seen all the stuff in my jewelry box, or she would shit bricks-sideways. You have to admit, it's an impressive collection."
Angel moved to lay back on the bed crosswise, parallel to the head and the foot. "I just bought anything I wanted to see you naked in. Maybe it's not the biggest collection, but it's in very good taste, if I do say so myself."
As Buffy threaded the fingers of her left hand through his, they both glanced at her ring finger, bare except for the silver claddaugh, remembering another ring she'd worn for too short a time. Buffy smiled and said, "I can't wait to put it on again."
"Depending on how Giles and your Mom react to me-to us-it could be a while." Angel said, taking her hands in his before she climbed onto the bed to straddle him.
"It doesn't matter. It's what we know in our hearts that matters" Buffy murmured as she slowly sank onto him. She didn't need him to help her anymore; she knew exactly how to slide him inside her now. They both moaned in pleasure, glorying in the completeness, the feeling of being whole again. They always felt that something was missing, when the other wasn't there. It had always been that way between them, even before they'd had a formal relationship, and their time in Paris had only confirmed and deepened that feeling.
Buffy leaned forward, supporting herself against their double fists as she ground her hips down. She used her inner muscles to clamp onto his shaft, buried deep inside her, and his half-growl, half-groan made her womb contract in desire. Then she bent her head and torso back and away, using their locked hands to anchor her.
She kept repeating the action, rocking back and forth and raising and lowering her hips until Angel was pulling her towards him harder and harder, and she could feel the tension building in her body, centering in her core and womb, ready to snap. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and every so often her core would clamp down on him again involuntarily in her lust. She was so wet that when she raised her hips, tiny drops of the juices of her arousal dripped down his cock onto his body.
She saw Angel slip into game face, and the sight turned her desire up a notch still higher, before he released a hand from hers, and reached down to rub her clit. A few strokes were all she needed, and her whole body stiffened and trembled uncontrollably as she forcibly stopped herself from screaming in her climax, instead letting out only a low, strangled moan.
*
The sight of Buffy surrendering to the pleasure that he had given her snapped the last thread of Angel's self control. His abdominal muscles clenched as he reared up and buried his fangs in Buffy's neck. As Buffy's blood sent him into his own orgasm, he could feel her center clenching him rhythmically as she joined him in another, smaller orgasm.
Angel laid his head on Buffy's shoulder and wrapped his arms around her as kissed her throat, carefully licking away any trace of blood, knowing the tiny holes would close by the time they got around to and finished dressing. He closed his eyes and sighed, relishing the feeling of the woman in his arms. The woman who belonged to him and who he belonged to in turn, 'unto death and beyond'.
"What's the sigh for?" Buffy murmured, resting her head on top of his and sliding her arms around his shoulders.
"I was just thinking that I don't know what I like more. Making love with you, or just being with you like this, feeling you in my arms and hearing your heartbeat like it was my own."
"Well, they're both pretty fantastic to me. I guess we're just going to have to keep doing them both until we figure it out. How long do you think that will take?"
"Oh, about eighty years or so."
"I think so too."
After another minute, the lovers reluctantly separated and helped each other dress, Buffy spraying herself with body cologne to hide the telltale smell of sex. Buffy checked her makeup and made a few repairs, deciding that Angel's marks on her throat had healed enough that she didn't need any cover-up.
*
Buffy gave Angel a quick kiss, before heading downstairs. She heard her mother's voice as she approached the kitchen.
"In some ways, it's even worse now that Buffy's home..."
Buffy stiffened as agony streaked through her heart. She'd already been rejected by Joyce once, in the heat of the moment; but now her voice was calm, although a little sad and there was no doubt that she knew and meant exactly what she was saying. Enough was enough; to hell with it, she was going to do her best to be happy while she made the world safe for humanity.
She turned around and stalked upstairs, not seeing Willow come up behind her. She marched into her room, holding back tears as she started to pack again. She was wondering what Angel's reaction would be to the two of them doing the co-habitation thing earlier than they planned, when she heard a voice from behind her.
"So that's it?" Buffy whirled around to see Willow standing behind her as she continued "You just stopped to pick up your lint brush and it's goodbye again?"
"No...I don't know."
"How can you do this? We were so worried. I mean, we knew that you were alive, but that was it."
Buffy took a step towards Willow. She'd missed her friend too, but healing herself, Angel and their relationship had come first, and that would have been so much harder with reminders of the Hellmouth. "I wanted to call you so many times."
"Why didn't you talk to me?"
"You couldn't have helped me. You couldn't understand what I was going through."
"Maybe I just needed to listen." Willow gulped and continued "I needed you. I'm dating...I'm having serious dating with a * werewolf *. And I'm studying witchcraft...you were my best friend. I needed you, but you weren't there."
"Willow, I-" Buffy broke off as Joyce entered the room.
"What's going on?" Joyce asked, her eyes taking in the partly packed bag.
"She was leaving again" Willow said, her tone a mixture of hurt and indignation.
"What?" Joyce asked. "Just like that? How selfish can you be?"
Buffy tried to speak, but her throat was so choked with tears that she couldn't say anything. Needing to get away and hold Angel, she pushed past her two attackers and headed downstairs, Joyce raging at her the whole way.
As she headed for the front door, she told her mother "Mom, this isn't the time-"
"I don't care!" Joyce cried. Of course, that was when the music stopped, and so everyone at the party heard what followed. "I don't care what your friends think of me. We are going to have this out right now! Do you have any idea what you put me through? How could you even think of leaving again?"
"You told me to, remember?" Buffy struck back. "You told me if I left this house don't ever come back!"
"I'm sorry, but you just sprung the whole thing on me with no warning, you didn't explain, or give me a chance to deal with it-"
"Neither did I Mom. When I first learned what I was, I had even less warning than you did. All you have to do is sit there and watch. I'm the one who had to go out and risk my ass doing it! I mean, for God's sake, you could have figured out the whole mess for yourself more than a year ago, if you'd just yanked your head out of the sand and opened your damn eyes!"
Xander decided to throw his hat into the ring and told Buffy "You still left without a word to anyone! We had no idea where you were, if you were okay, anything."
Buffy told Xander "I'm sorry I had to leave, but I had to deal with this on my own-"
"You could have talked to us!"
"Yeah, right. As if I could ever have done that! You made your feelings about Angel perfectly clear." Buffy shot back, remembering all the times that she'd felt her soul being ripped from her afresh, all the times she'd wanted to just die and get it over with, while Xander couldn't come up with any ideas but 'Angel must die'.
Cordelia turned to Xander and said "Look, put yourself in Buffy's shoes. I'm a freak, obviously I pick something equally weird for a boyfriend. Then my guy turns psycho-"
"Cordelia" Buffy told her "Get out of my shoes!"
Xander jumped to Cordelia's defense with "You have no idea what was going on this past summer. You just ran off and left us-"
"If I can bring up a neglected but essential point?" Buffy, Joyce, and the Slayerettes turned to see Angel leaning against the stair railing. His voice was cool and he looked calm, but Buffy could see beyond his mask and knew that he was furious at their treatment of her. "May I just remind you, Oblivious to the Obvious Boy, that Buffy wouldn't have been here for the summer * anyway *, thanks to a little thing called a custody agreement? Did you seriously expect her to commute from LA every weekend to save your sorry ass from your latest Fatal Attraction of the week?" He then looked at Cordelia and told her "Sorry about that."
Cordelia shrugged and replied "Why? It's the truth."
Buoyed by her partner's support, Buffy stalked up to Xander, seriously invaded his personal space, and spat "May I remind you, that if it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be * alive * to bitch and whine at me? The only reason any of you are even standing here is because I risked * my * ass to save all * yours *!" Buffy's eyes narrowed as she added, "Right now, I don't know why I even bothered!"
Oz muttered "This is getting way out of hand", and moved to Buffy and Xander, saying "Look, let's just chill for a minute-"
"No, Oz" Willow said. "Talking isn't helping, we might as well try violence."
The front windows shattered as something came right through them, making Willow exclaim, "I was being sarcastic!"
Angel immediately moved to back up Buffy, she turned to him and ordered "Take the living room, I'll take the door!"
*
Angel moved to the living room and found a group of partly decomposed bodies up and moving, attacking even as grave dust drifted from their ragged clothes. He grabbed one and broke its neck, but the monster just let its head flop sickeningly onto its shoulder, and staggered away to attack a teenage boy.
Angel took hold of it by the shoulders and bodily tossed it back out the window, hoping it wouldn't be able to get up again for a while, at least. He heard Buffy shouting, "We need to get them back outside! Barricade the door!"
He helped a couple of teens push the sofa up to the windows. The high back blocked the bottom of the window, and Angel hoped that the zombies-for that's what they obviously were-wouldn't be able to climb in, given the lack of co-ordination that they had shown thus far. One of the teens responded to his signals, and helped him tip the food off one of the tables and drag it over to rest on the sofa back, blocking the whole window.
He whirled to see Buffy, Willow, Xander and Joyce race upstairs, followed by several zombies. He rushed up after them, not noticing that most of the remaining zombies were following * him *.
He saw a pair of zombies bust into what he knew was Joyce's bedroom, and swiftly attacked one, ripping it head off and pushing what was left down the hall. With any luck, it would fall down the stairs. He heard glass breaking again, and entered the room.
Xander was struggling with a zombie while Joyce pounded away at it with a baseball bat. Angel realized that this must be where Buffy got her attitude from, before he saw Willow standing stiff and silent, blinking dazedly. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her gently, calling her name.
Willow came out of her trance and he asked her urgently "Where's Buffy?"
Willow looked past him and pointed to the shattered bedroom window. Angel cursed under his breath as he ran to the window before he vaulted out of it, sliding down the porch roof on his ass. He fell to the ground, landing on his feet. He looked up just in time to see Buffy, wielding a shovel, squaring off against a figure in pink with blonde hair. Angel froze, knowing that this was a moment he couldn't interfere with.
"Hey Pat" Buffy called. The figure raised its head, and Buffy shoved the edge of the shovel blade into its eyes. The figure stumbled back, before dissolving into silver mist. "Made you look" Buffy muttered in satisfaction, as something wooden dropped to the ground.
Angel came to her, looking for any signs of major injuries as she bent to pick the object up. Buffy looked up at him and smiled, before going straight into his arms and hugging him tightly.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Just fine" he replied. "You?"
"A few cuts, scratches, and bruises. Nothing that won't heal in an hour or so." Buffy pulled away from him as she exclaimed "Mom!" hurrying into the house. Angel followed her more slowly. He had noticed Giles' ancient Citroen by the kerb, and as he entered the house he saw the Watcher exit to the kitchen holding a wooden mask. He watched from near the door as Joyce came up to Buffy and asked, "Is it always this bad?"
Buffy shook her head, and Angel couldn't help but grin as he heard her reply "No. This is nothing." She glanced over at him, and as their gazes locked, Angel knew with a surge of joy that they would be spending the remainder of the night in * his * bed.
Buffy turned back to Joyce and told her "Congratulations, Mom, you're about to become a full-fledged member of the Scooby Gang."
Joyce frowned in confusion and asked "How?"
Buffy smiled and said, "Making up a cover story, and lying to authority figures." She walked over to Angel and took his hand, before she told Joyce "I'll make sure I'm home before you leave for work in the morning. If the cops or anyone want to talk to me, take their names and I'll call tomorrow."
As she was speaking, Angel saw Xander start to open his mouth, an indignant expression on his face. Angel managed to catch his eye, and mouthed "Willow says kick his ass."
Xander went pale and closed his mouth with a snap that was actually audible to Angel's supernatural hearing. Angel gave Xander an evil smile; the smile of a cat that has finally has a very pesky mouse exactly where it wants it.
Angel looked down as Buffy tugged on his hand, and let her lead him out the door, with a final "Night, Mom". As they walked down the porch steps, Buffy asked "So, what are we doing tomorrow night?"
THE END
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