AUTHOR: Lady Raven
DISCLAIMER: Go ahead, Joss, sue me! That way I get to meet you in court, and introduce you to some friends of mine. They're called the JMB, and they'd just LOVE to meet you...
SUMMARY: What Buffy was dreaming about at the end of 'What's my line' pt 1, and why Buffy was so pissed about Kendra's interruption.
CONTENT: consensual sex [Buffy/Angel]
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, I realize that this bears more than a little resemblance to my story 'Dream Lover', but 'WmL' pt 1 just screened here in Australia, and inspiration struck!
Buffy slowly walked through Angel's apartment, looking around her on the way. It was nice. She'd been here before, but it occasionally hit her all over again how * him * it was. Dark and cool, but touches of light all over. Since they'd started dating seriously, other touches had crept in-like the stereo, TV and VCR.
Speaking of technology·Buffy frowned as she approached the bed, making a mental note to get a slightly more sophisticated lock when she replaced the one she'd just smashed. Dead bolt, maybe?
Buffy crawled onto the bed and lay down. It was unmade, and she could detect the imprint of Angel's head on the pillow. She laid her head in it, and breathed in deeply. She swore that she could smell Angel as she curled up, and it was the scent of him surrounding her that let her fall asleep at last.
*
Buffy shifted restlessly, her sleep disturbed by a distant sound. She frowned as she gradually woke up, until it hit her what she was hearing. The sounds of someone moving stealthily through the apartment.
She opened her eyes, swiftly bracing herself for attack, and froze, before letting out a huge sigh of relief.
Angel turned around smoothly, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her. Buffy felt a warm feeling spread inside her at the expression in his eyes. Pleasure at finding her, joy at finding her safe, and she swore she could see something else·a man's delight at seeing his lover in his bed.
Angel quickly moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. "Buffy, are you okay?"
"Still not dead. Giles is almost as wigged about this whole Taraka thing as you are. I guess it's infectious," Buffy said, giving him a rueful smile. She sat up and continued, "I stood outside my house, and couldn't bear to go in because of what might be waiting for me in the closet. I hope you don't mind my coming here, but it's the only place I could feel safe."
"No, no," soothed Angel, stroking her face with his hand. "I'm glad you came here. It's good to know you're okay." He gave her his little boy smile, and told her, "I like knowing that you feel safe here."
Buffy smiled at him and said, "I always feel safe with you," before she burst into tears.
Angel immediately hugged her tightly, and when Buffy laid her head on his shoulder and sobbed into his neck, he stroked her hair. "Sshh, it's okay, baby·you're going to be okay·sshh, my poor, scared baby·sshh."
After she'd cried out her terror, Angel threaded his fingers through her hair, and gently kissed away her tears. Buffy moaned and pressed her body to his, wanting to be closer. Only he could make her feel safe, always, only he could make her forget the fear. Only he could make the world disappear, until the two of them were the only things in existence.
Buffy kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her arms around him, under his black coat. She ran her hands up and down his back, pulling him against her hard. She felt his body rub against hers in response, and sensed, rather than felt, the growl rumble in his chest, too softly for even her to hear.
She wasn't sure when it began, but his growling turned her on. When her body had first started to respond to his in a purely sexual way, she'd rummaged through the library in odd moments. In a clear-headed moment, i.e. when Angel wasn't around, she'd figured out that his growling aroused her a) because it tapped into the primal part of her; as the Slayer, she was a lot more in touch with it than most. Or b) she knew that the savage, animalistic part of him was under her control, he'd only unleash it to protect her or because she'd made him forget himself, just a little. It was the harnessed power that made her respond.
She'd also read about how the body gets excited very easily after great fear or trauma, kind of a basic survival instinct. Buffy figured that was partly responsible for the way she was feeling now, her pounding heartbeat, her ragged breath, her hardened nipples, and the wet heat flooding her inner core and leaking through her underwear. But Buffy didn't care. All she cared about was the hollow place inside her, that only he could fill. All that she cared about was that she wanted him desperately, no matter what he was, no matter what he wanted to do to her, she'd let him, for the pleasure she knew it would give her.
Buffy yanked and tugged until Angel's knee-length coat was off and lying on the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest more firmly, and Angel growled audibly. Buffy felt her center clench at the sound, and tried to climb onto his lap. Angel held her shoulders gently, and held her away.
"Buffy-"
Buffy stared into his eyes. "Please, Angel. Make me forget. Love me until I forget everything except for us. Until I forget that anything exists in the world besides us. I need you, Angel. Please don't turn me away."
Angel's eyes filled with a mixture of love and sorrow. "I could never turn you away, no matter what the cost. Whether you needed me or not."
Angel kissed her hungrily, and Buffy reveled in the passionate kiss, pressing her body against his until she had to break off for sheer lack of air. She stared into his eyes, and knew that he had given himself to this, to her, completely. Nothing would stop him from making love to her now - not guilt, not concern, not even Xander pounding on the door - except her asking him to. But she wouldn't ask him to stop.
Buffy slowly and deliberately unbuttoned Angel's black shirt, gazing into his eyes as she tugged it free of his black pants and peeled it off his shoulders, gently sliding it down his arms to drop on top of his coat on the floor.
Angel reached out and undid the three fastened buttons on her flannel shirt, and slid it off. Buffy shivered as the soft flannel brushed over her skin. It wasn't the sensory contact, so much as the knowledge of who was taking off her shirt, and why. Angel picked her up and placed her on his lap, and started kissing her bare shoulder. His mouth traveled halfway down her arm then up again to her neck, littering her skin with soft kisses, as his hand made its way down her leg, to her feet.
As her boots thumped onto the floor and her socks were tugged off, Buffy cradled Angel's head in her hands and brought his mouth to hers again. Her tongue entwined with his, each stroking and tangling with the other's, until Buffy wasn't sure which was hers and which was his. Their kisses were usually sweet and loving, but this one was blatantly carnal. Angel gripped her hips and pulled her off his lap. Buffy kept her lips glued to his as he gently made her stand in front of him, only breaking the kiss when he pushed her upright so he could reach the waistband of her pants.
After Buffy's pants puddled around her feet, she kicked them away so hard they ended up near the couch. Then she knelt at Angel's feet.
"Buffy, what are doing?" Angel asked, laughing slightly.
"My turn," she replied, grinning. She efficiently removed Angel's own boots and socks, but her hands lingered at the fastening of his trousers. Suddenly shy, she looked up into Angel's eyes, seeing the love, desire and just a touch of fond laughter at her sudden trepidation. He smiled and asked, "Want me to take over?"
Buffy smiled back and replied, "I've got it, thanks." Her certitude restored, she undid his trousers, even growing bold enough to slide her hand inside the fly to feel his hardness. She was rewarded by Angel's gasp, and the way his erection twitched at her touch. She caressed him again, and she felt his cock growing even bigger and harder. She saw the way Angel gripped the covers, and quickly pulled his trousers off.
Her confidence bolstered from Angel's response to her, Buffy stood and pulled off her tank top, then bit her lip as she reached behind her to take off her bra. Angel reached behind her and caught her hands, asking, "Let me?"
Buffy rested her hands on his broad shoulders, and nodded. Angel smiled at her, looking loving and hungry in equal measures. He gently pushed her to stand between his knees, then bent his head to kiss her between her breasts as he unfastened her bra, then drew it off and dropped it on top of his clothing.
"You did that very easily," Buffy frowned, half-suspicious.
Angel smiled at her and told her, "After learning how to undo corsets, this is nothing." Buffy raised her eyebrows, slightly jealous of the women who had had their corsets unhooked by Angel. He seemed to sense it, and told her hastily, "It was a long time before I met you. If I'd known you back then, the only corset I would have been interested in was yours."
As Buffy smiled, Angel took one of her nipples in his mouth, and she gasped. The cold of his mouth made it harden even more, and she could feel an answering heat grow between her legs. Her breathing became faster and harder, as Angel moved to the other nipple. Her hips writhed in response, but she kept her breasts still, out of fear of dislodging that wonderful mouth.
Angel broke off, and Buffy whimpered in loss, before he kissed her fervently. He picked her up and stood, before turning to sit facing the other way, and placing her beneath the covers. He slipped off his boxers so quickly that Buffy only caught a glimpse of his naked body before he crawled under the bedcovers. That was fine with Buffy. He had felt pretty large to her, and she wasn't sure she wanted a visual confirmation of that - she was nervous enough.
She knew that Angel loved her, though he'd never said it out loud. It was in the way he touched her, in his voice whenever he said her name. Still, she knew that his sexual experience before her had been considerable - she'd read a few entries written in the Watcher Diaries about Angel before he'd been cursed, and he'd been quite sought after as a lover. She knew that she was the one Angel wanted now, no one else, but she couldn't help but think of all his previous bedmates, all much more experienced than her.
Then Angel kissed her and rolled on top of her, and at the exquisite pressure of his body full length over hers, she stopped thinking about anything but him, and the way her insides tightened in longing. Then Angel gently slid off her underwear, and Buffy stopped thinking about anything but the incredible feeling of their bodies against each other, skin to skin.
Angel kissed his way down her throat, and Buffy moved under and against him. Suddenly impatient to feel him inside her, she instinctively opened her legs. She felt him, so hard, so near to where she wanted him most, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The need inside her grew even more desperate, and when Angel looked at her and asked, "Now?" she just nodded.
Angel gently grasped her hips and kissed her deeply, swallowing the gasp she made as he entered her with a slow, steady thrust. The gasp was one of awe and pleasure, she only felt the briefest instant of pain as he filled her to bursting, making her inner walls stretch to accept all of him.
"Ohh·" Buffy sighed. She cradled his face in her hands, and rubbed her nose against his. She loved doing that, for some reason. She kissed him and murmured, "You feel so good. I can't believe how incredible it feels, you're so big and deep inside me, oh Angel you feel so good."
She was dimly aware that she was babbling, but Angel didn't seem to care; he just returned her nose-rub and kissed her again as he started a slow, steady rhythm in and out. The wonderful feeling was building up inside her, gathering force, the pressure spiraling upward and taking her with it until she was ready to scream.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Angel's hips, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, trying to push him further inside. She saw Angel smiled at her eagerness, before he slid a hand between their bodies. Buffy was so swept away by the pleasure they were giving each other, she only had a vague idea of what he was about to do, before he stroked her clit and she came with a choked scream.
It was far better than when she masturbated, far better than all her fantasies. She could feel Angel still moving inside her, and even as the pressure drained away with her climax, she could feel it building again, and she realized with a vague feeling of amazement that she was going to come again soon.
She could feel Angel's body trembling, he was close too. She knew he wouldn't come yet; she'd read about this in the Watcher Diaries too. As his thrusts sped up, she drew his face to her throat. Angel growled and kissed her pulse, and Buffy knew that he was about to change, and bite her. And when he bit her, she'd come again, and it would be even better because he'd be coming with her·
*
Buffy shifted restlessly, her sleep disturbed by a distant sound. She frowned as she gradually woke up, until it hit her what she was hearing. The sounds of someone moving stealthily through the apartment.
She opened her eyes, swiftly bracing herself for attack, and yanked her head out of the way just in time to avoid the axe that was descending.
THE END
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