She Comes to Me

Hot Summer Nights

A warm tropical breeze wafted gently through the now open windows, the sun had set not a minute ago but the couple was loath to move. 

The house was old, Buffy had no idea who it formerly belonged to and didn’t care, it was wood and brick, sitting right on the beach, and designed to withstand the many hurricanes that pelted the area. The window shutters were wide open causing the mosquito netting to move softly around the large bed. 

“And again I ask; why are we doing all this work when we could just have this for the rest of our lives?” 

Angelus rolled his head to the side, opening his eyes to look at his mate. She was sprawled over the bed just within arms reach, head propped on her arms, eyes half open, hair a wild mess around her. She had never looked so good to him. He had just spent much of the day indulging in her lovely body and he wanted her again. 

“Because we don’t do anything small, love,” he finally answered, a lazy grin on his face. 

She had insisted on a mini vacation on some tropical island and even though they had been in the midst of controlling the demon world he had acquiesced. It really hadn’t taken much. Besides, Connor had been more than happy to prove he could control their forces on his own and it was only for three days. 

Rolling towards her, Angelus blanket her body with his larger one, hands tangled in her hair, deep brown eyes boring into her softer green ones. In an uncharacteristic display he kissed her gently, softly, slowly exploring her mouth as his hands framed her beautiful face. 

“I love you, my heart, my very life.” He whispered as those lips traced a path across her jaw, down the slender column of her throat and back up again. He spent long moments just worshipping her mouth, every hidden taste, every crevice. 

“And I love you, my beautiful Angelus,” she replied as her skin warmed both from his ministrations and his seldom said words. It wasn’t that she needed to hear them aloud, for she knew how he felt about her…it was that she did so love it when he spoke those words, his never-heard Irish brogue coming out to play during these times. 

Her soft sigh of pleasure was captured by his lips, his own shuddering through her body as her hands roamed the muscles of his back. Gripping his firm ass, pulling him closer in a silent plea. 

Angelus took his time, enjoying this loving as much as he had their earlier play. Whips and chains, hard fucking or soft love, it was only worth it if he was with Buffy. And he hadn’t been with anyone else since her turning. Suckling on each nipple in turn, licking the tender underside of her breasts, tracing each rib, and tasting each patch of flesh. 

When he reached her feminine core he still went slowly and Buffy’s first orgasm washed over her in soft waves that echoed the beat of those outside their window. “Angelus,” she moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, longer now, just brushing his shoulders, so different from when she had last seen him before the start of these final battles. 

“What do you desire, my love?” His voice was a soft caress over her sensitive skin and Buffy shivered in want, need, love. 

“Please, Angelus,” she said, also keeping her voice low as if anything else would break their cocoon. “Please. I need you inside me. I need you to feel complete.” 

He complied, but took his time. Retracing her body back to her mouth, he again hungrily explored her moist depths; her hands a constant arousing touch on his skin, teasing his erection, nails digging into his sides, muscular thighs clasping his hips closer, small feet on his calves. 

Slowly, ever so slowly he entered her, savoring their connection, her tightness even after all the times and the many ways they’ve taken each other, her gasp, right there as he lay seated inside her. Home. 

And they began to move, together reaching for the summit that awaited them, eyes locked, hands clasped, faster now, knowing what awaited them and wanting it, faster, now, a blur of motion that was still to slow. Wrapped around each other until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. 

With one final thrust, one last flick on her clit they exploded, faces morphing, fangs descending, necks arched for this, the last act that was their own private glorious play. 

They lay together, still locked in their passionate embrace as their bodies returned to normal. Buffy’s hands journeyed up and down her lover’s back, her mouth finding his. The kiss was again slow, an end to their moment of passion, a promise for another beginning. 

Pulling away Buffy smiled, her eyes drifting closed. “Want to go swimming, love?” 

Angelus chuckled, rolling until she lay across his chest, still intimately entwined. He laughed again as she snuggled onto him, looking anything but the fierce vampiress he knew her to be. 

“If the world could see you now they’d never believe us capable of controlling them.” 

“If anyone saw us now I’d have to kill them. No one sees you’re delicious nakedness but me, baby, don’t forget that.” Her words were forceful but her eyes remained closed. 

“Not even that hot little native girl who danced for us last night?” 

They had wandered through the village, not hunting for they had slackened their hunger earlier, just enjoying each other and the quiet little island. A group of villagers sat in the square, drinking some local alcohol, dancing to the wild beat of drum and guitar. The girl in question had – as had all the villagers – mistaken them for a honeymooning couple and danced for them. 

At the time, Buffy had thought she danced for Angelus but one of the villagers who spoke a little broken English had said it was some ancient fertility dance and the girl wished them many children and a long life. Intrigued enough, and too content with themselves at the time to bother with the amusing villagers, the couple had let the lot of them live; they had all laughed and continued on their way. 

Buffy growled, tightening her vagina muscles around him, but still didn’t open her eyes. “Try it and see how good I really am at torture.” 

He couldn’t help it and laughed again. Maybe there was something to this vacation idea. Sitting up, settling her legs comfortably around his waist as he did so, Angelus stood. Pushing aside the mosquito netting he walked out to the veranda and breathed deeply of the warm night air. 

“I believe you said something about a swim, beloved?” 

Still wrapped around him as he walked down the beach and into the warm water, waves lapping at their bodies, Buffy smiled, “Oh, yeah…”

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