Title:Romance in the Islands
Author: LadyPhantom7 aka Sexy Shae
Disclaimer:Joss owns all, if I did everything would be B/A
Ratings: Nc-17 overall, but pg-15 now
Type: Umm romance..the best!!!!!!! Total AU for all of the AU FANS OUT THERE.
Summary: 18 year old Buffy Giles is the island beauty with sun streaked light brown hair, tanned skin and a petite frame. She and her sisters, Kate and Darla, have never been very close, but she has a bond with her older brother, William. After her birth, Rupert and his wife Joyce move to Hawaii to settle their wealthy family, and she dies. Now remarried to Jennifer Giles, his youngest daughter is on her way to discovering a love she never thought she would...with a little heart ache as well.
A/N: I never post stories here and this is my first so tell me what you think and I'll see if I continue. Guys, be honest, please.
Oh, thanks to Jay for the challenge and I hope you like it!

Here goes!
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Romance in the Islands

Buffy Giles, nicknamed Summers because of her golden mane, sat on the empty Hawaiian Beach in a turquoise bikini as the sun began to set. It was beautiful, she only wished her mother could experience these with her again. Life was good, as good as it could get for the blond bombshell. Her father, Rupert Giles was a workaholic. Owning many businesses did that to a man, or so she had been told her entire life. She was blessed to have him and his new wife, Jenny in her life. Although he worked, he always found time for his little girl, whom he loved and cherished because she reminded him of his late wife. Buffy sat, thinking of the past 6 months of her life. She had enrolled in The University on Manoa and would be turning 19 in a few months. She had met a really nice guy named Owen. Yea, nice was about all she could say about him. He was shallow. He had no depth, no passion and she needed that. She longed for a mate who would satisfy her inner vixen. Someone who could add fire to her flame and sooth it, tame it. Standing up, she began to go through her routine stretches. The soft sand shifted between her perfectly manicured toes as she flexed her lean hard muscles to prepare for her date with the waves. Grabbing her board she started out into the water. The last thing she thought was that in the water, ridding the waves, was the only place she felt whole, felt challenged and not incomplete.
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In the shadows, a figure stood, watching her. He had been watching her the past week. He had only just moved to Hawaii to begin the newest phase of his club's expansion. Hawaii was the next big thing...or so his cousins Drusilla and Oz had told him. He figured that Drusilla's opinion was apparently biased because....DUH!....her new love interest lived there and had his own club. He wasn't sure about Oz, though. He knew his band was doing well and maybe they were looking into expansion also, knowing that in Angel's club, they could score another house band gig easily. Either way, he was able to stare at this beauty. God, she was gorgeous. In his 31 years of living, he had never seen anything so magnificent. Her long golden mane hung thickly in waves down her flawless back and her petite and pert form was breathtaking. She looked like a masterpiece, one of Divincci's lost possessions that had taken hours to capture. So he watched her evening after evening as he took his nightly stroll and wondered one day if he'd gather the gall.....hell he knew he had the gall, to walk to her and at least find out her name. He watched her surf that night. And when she was done and on her way back to the massive mansion on the hill, he turned and continued his walk, sighing. He knew his night would once again be filled with thoughts of her wrapped intimately around his body.
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"Well look at here. If it isn't daddy's lil' princess? How's it going Buff?" Darla asked, not lifting her eyes to eye her perfect little sister.
"Fine, thank you." She grinned back, "Still see your bitter about the occurring bags under your eyes, Darla." Buffy shot back. Darla scowled.
"Yea, with all your tanned and sunburned skin, we'll see if you die of cancer early." She smiled.
"Nah, I think It's kinda natural. At least all the Hawaiian men seem to think so. Hey, maybe, when I'm done picking through them, I'll see if they want an old maid, like yourself? Oh, but wait, your still technically stuck in the awful marriage to that dreaded rich Lindsey McDonald aren't you now sis? Well hell, I tried." Buffy said turning and stalking up the stairs.
"Bitch!" Darla growled.

"Hey daddy!" Buffy chirped, kissing him on the cheek as she passed him in the hall. "What's the what?"
"Nothing really honey. I'm just setting up a meeting to meet with Angelus Osbourne." He said, turning back to his work.
"Who?" she asked.
"Ahh, a new club owner, from the states, originally from Ireland. He just moved here to open a new expanse of his club and well, since it's Hawaii, he knew I was the best marketing firm to go with." He smiled. She smiled back.
"How's Kate?" She asked, standing.
"She's doing better. She's getting settled in New York right now and I'm glad. I know you two have never really been close, but when Joyce got sick, she distanced herself from the family to cope, immersed herself in her studies and she'll be quite a success. I just hope she comes around soon. It's almost been 5 years." Giles finished.
"I think she blames me. You know, mama was never the same after giving birth to me. She was weaker. But I loved her. I love Kate....even Darla...sometimes." She smiled.
"I know Princess and that is why I love you so. You have a heart as big as hers. I just wish the other two had your positive passion. Your heart. You have a strength that many others don't, love. You make me very proud." She stood and kissed him on the cheek and scurried down the hall to her room. Shutting the door quietly, she discarded her cloths and slipped under the cool sheets, naked. She wished for a lover to keep her warm. To make her whole, love her, worship her. He never came.
The morning sun did.
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She woke to a shrill ringing in her room and groggily opened her eyes.
"Ello?" She asked.
"Morning squirt, how about breakfast?" Her brother, William, asked on the other end.
"Stop calling me that and sorry, bro, can't. Got a breakfast date with Cordy and Wills. Raincheck? Or you could join us?" She asked, suddenly noticing the time displayed on the clock.
"Nah, how about you just come with me tonight to the club. I'll pick you up, dress stunning and bring a stick." He finished.
"Stick? Why?" She asked perplexed.
"You know, to beat the guys off with." He laughed.
"You're so funny. Tonight sounds good. And Will, thanks for being my big brother."
"Oh, no problem, besides, it's what I'm here for. That and to embarrass the hell out of you at the least opportune moments." he smiled. "How's home?"
"The usual. God, Darla is so...."
"Bitchy?"
"Well, I was going to say bitter and catty but yea. I wish she'd get off my back." She sighed, settling back into the pillows.
"Well, babs, our sister has insecurities she needs to deal with before she can even contemplate cutting you some slack. Hey, things get too rough, you come stay with your big bro', kay?"
"Yea, okay. I love you Spike. Thanks and talk to you later." She said before sitting up and stretching those lean muscles. She ran to the shower, washed her hair and dried. She quickly threw on a pair of ultra low rise jeans and a tank top that ended a little far above her belly button, which, by the way flashed her cut abs thank you very much. She grabbed her keys and left her house. Jumping into the red corvette, she sped down the drive way with the wind in her hair. Hopefully this would be an even better day. She would make this an even better day.
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Part 2

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"Hey guys!" Buffy chirped, walking into the restaurant and sitting down.
"Hey Summers." Cordy chirped. "How are you?"
"Fine, thank you. How about you Willow? You look like you're in love." Buffy joked. Willow just looked at her and made eye contact and Buffy's mouth dropped and her eyes became large. "Will, you're in love? How did that happen? When did that happen? What's going on here?" she asked.
"Well, we've known each other for a couple years now. He''s from California, where I'm originally from and he's moving here, at least for the time being. He's a musician, but he's just like me. He's smart and quiet and reserved and I can't believe it took us this long to actually see what was always there." She babbled. Buffy sat looking mesmerized. She wished the same would happen to her. Gosh, once again, left in the land of Buffonia by her lonesome. After the talk, the three friends had breakfast and no one noticed the almost hollowness in her eyes when she smiled.
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Today proved to be a beautiful day. The sun was bright, the tide was high and the tanned beauty walked through the wards of people laying around ad talking casually on the deck of the country club. Many men waved to her as she made her way to the board shop.
"Morning Summers." Niko said as she passed by.
"Morning. Is Cordy here yet. She said she wanted to meet me here early for some coaching. She has her heart set on me going nationals in two weeks.": she sighed.
"I'm sure you'll be better than nationals in less than two weeks. I haven't seen her, but the waves are nice today. She should be able to get plenty of practice in."
"Aww, thanks, Niko. If you see Cordy, let her know I'm over there." She said, patting his shoulder as she walked away. Her black bikini top accented her curves perfectly. Her tiny board shorts shaped her firm thighs and she stood, over looking the blue clear waves. Suddenly, she felt a tingly feeling move sensually up her naked spine and she shivered. She turned involuntarily and scanned the crown for someone or some thing she couldn't control. Finally, her eyes fell upon a man in the distance. Their eyes locked and her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't move her legs to go to him. She couldn't speak to call out to him over the crowd of people. All she could do was speak with her eyes, and she felt something deep, for the first time in her almost 19 years of existence. He looked at her, hungrily, almost seductive and obsessive, like she was the only woman he'd ever seen in the world, the only woman he was ever meant to look at. And then, he was gone.
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Standing in her long length mirror, she examined her long white silk Gucci slack and the loose, daring matching top that hung to her waist and dipped to her belly button in the front. Sliding on a pair or diamond-studded stilleto heels, she brushed her mane and then let it hang to her butt. She would have to get it trimmed soon. It was getting too difficult to tie up when she was in the water. She thought about the events of the earlier part of the day. God, who was this guy and why did she respond so crazily to his presence. She sifted him from a crowd and couldn't get his chocolate orbs off of her mind./ She wondered if she'd ever see him again. Wondered if she'd ever get to feel that again. The ringing of the phone jolted her thoughts and she picked it up.
"Hello?" She said.
"Aloha!" the man's voice chimed. She sighed and plastered a fake smile and hoped it soaked through to her voice.
"Hey, Owen. How are you?" She asked.
"Fine. I was wondering if you wanted to do anything tonight?" he asked.
"No, sorry, I can't. I have a date with my brother. Raincheck?" She asked.
"Alright, have fun sweety. Aloha!" He chimed, hanging up. God he was such a spas. He was a new Hawaiian and didn't quite get the whole Aloha thing except that it meant "hello" and "goodbye". Standing, she walked out of her room, locking it and down the stairs where her brother stood.
"Hey squirt. We were going to my club, but dad wants us to check out the new club his new business deal has. He wants us to see if it's worthy."
"So who might the lucky guy be?" She asked.
"Angelus Osborne. The new local playboy. All women seem to be talking about him and how gorgeous he is." Spike informed in his English accent. Besides his father, he was the only one who still had it. He had been 14 when they moved and never lost it.
"Well, if it isn't the two musketeers." Darla said, entering the foyer.
"And if it isn't the big fat wolf." Spike shot back. She scowled.
"Where to tonight, big brother? Whoring our little princess around for the night?" She smiled.
"Sorry Darla, I know it was supposed to be your turn but the local scum are away for the night so we figured we'd bring out the family best. Don't worry, there will plenty waiting for your...services, tomorrow. Goodnight." She said, grabbing Spike's hand and leading him to the door. Slamming it shut she sighed and smiled.
"Let's go." She said, walking towards his convertible BMW and sliding in.
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The club was fierce. It was packed and all Angelus could think of was that he wouldn't get to watch her tonight. He would have to go to sleep without his angel in his thoughts. Sean Paul, the new reggae star was on the stage performing his new hit single and all the island girls, who had, by the way, already thrown themselves at him, were currently gyrating with men on the dance floor. He knew Rupert was sending his son to check out his club and hoped it was what they were looking for. His black suit pants and the maroon silk shirt that was not buttoned all the way, showed a preview of the incredible body underneath. He looked to the door, some unnatural force sending the same tingle up his spine and there she was. Magnificently all in white. She looked like the angel she was and he thought of her eyes and his and how they had met on the beach earlier. Then, he saw her hand connected to a hand. A masculine one and his nose almost flared. She was walking with a chiseled faced man with bleach blond hair. He couldn't tell if they were a couple, but when people usually held hands, it meant they were more than friends. He kissed her on the cheek and she smiled as he left her to her own devices in the middle of the crowd. She scanned it. Her magnificent hair shifting with every turn and her barely there make-up made her look even more stunning. He lost himself within the crowd, watching her form the shadows.
Buffy was all alone in this club now. Spike was off looking for the club owner while she was stuck fending for herself. No problem. The music changed and a sensual song, she recognized it as Maxwell's Till the Cops Come Knocking. Suddenly, the tingle shot through her spine and to her toes and she wondered if this was what an orgasm felt like. She turned and met the eyes of her mystery man again. He stood there, the same look on his face as earlier and she felt her body grow hot. She stifled a moan at him and closed her eyes to let the emotion wash through her. She opened them and he was gone. Sighing, she let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding and felt arms wrap around her and move her body to the music.
"Hi." He whispered against her ear, kissing it softly.
"You following me?" She asked as she felt his chest press into her back.
"Not here, beloved. This is my club. You followed me here." He smiled into her skin.
"So you follow me often?" She asked.
"How often do you feel me?" he asked, rhetorically. "What's your name?"
"My daddy told me, to never talk to strangers." She whispered back.
"Come now. Do you really think of me as a stranger? We both know we're more than that. We'll become more than that to each other."
"Pretty sure of yourself." She said, turning to look at his face. She gasped. He was even more beautiful.
"Buffy, my name is Buffy. People call me Summers." She whispered as they began to nuzzle against each other in almost wild abandon.
"Angelus. Angelus Osborne." He said. Then she remembered her purpose for being here.
"My father, is Rupert Giles. I believe my brother and I are here to meet you."
"But Buffy, I'm satisfied just meeting you." He said as he kissed her lips gently and pulled away. It was as if he had not touched her lips at all. "Do you feel it?"
"What?" She asked.
"The fire. In your stomach. In your gut. Lower." He growled and sent a flash of wetness straight to her core.
"Hey Squirt. Squirt....whoops. Didn't see you busy here. I can't find the bloke." Spike sighed. She never took her eyes off of Angels.
"Brother dearest, meet Angelus Osborne. Angelus meet my brother William Giles. Also known as Spike." She said, finally breaking his hold on her.
"Nice to meet you. Buffy, shall we sit?" Spike asked, taking his sisters arm and guiding her to a seat.
"Yea, I'd like that." she said.
"Kay, to get down to business, my father said you..."
"Angelus, dear, introduce me to your new... SPIKEY!" She said, launching herself into Spike's arms.
"Hey Ducks, when you'd get here?"
"Just last night, my Spikey, but I wanted to surprise you. Introduce me to the pretty lady." She smiled.
"This Ducks' is my Squirt...nuu..uhh..my baby sister, Buffy. Buffy, this is Dru."
"Nice to meet you, Dru. So how do you and Angelus know each other." She ventured, trying to not sound jealous.
"Oh, that, we're cousins. Yes. My Angelus is such a good boy. Can we dance Spike?"
"Sure, we'll be right back. Sit tight sis." He said standing.
"You know, I think I'm going to get going. I need to uh hit the waves before bed and tonight looks like business with you since we probably won't make it out of here in time for any dinner. I'll walk back home and take the beach. Call me tomorrow." She said, standing and kissing him before bidding her company goodbye and heading towards the door. As Dru and Spike hit the floor, Angelus hurried to the door and grabbed her. He swung her around and devoured her mouth. She responded eagerly, thrusting her tongue into his welcoming mouth. The fire in her gut spread and she felt like she was in flames. His touch was so attentive and thorough. She felt herself melt into him and never wanted to cool off. Breaking the kiss, he lay his forehead against hers and almost grunted, trying to catch his breath. She looked high, drunk and beautiful.
"When?" He asked, knowing she already knew the question.
"You'll know where to find me. Remember, I feel you." She said, kissing his lips gently and disappearing through the door.

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Walking along the slick beach, shoes in hand, she thought about the night. The guy, who's name was Angelus, blew her away. She couldn't believe she had let him kiss her like that. Hell, she'd been dating Owen for three weeks and he could go no further than major cheek action and that was were she drew the line. But God, he was so different. Everything about him was different. She couldn't believe how free she became when he looked at her, when he touched her, when he kissed her.
The kiss.
Oh, that was even more unreal. She couldn't contain all of the emotions floating through her body and her soul in just the thought of his lips pressed together with hers. Unconsciously, she stopped walking at her usual spot and discarded the silk pants she wore. Left in a tiny white thong and the dare-devil shirt she had worn to the club, she abandoned her shoes and bag for the water. She swam for seemed like a hours, every rush of the water around her, caressing her lithe body like she imagined his large gentle hands would. Perhaps that was why she had been in the water for so long. The water touching her, caressing her, making love to her was the only way she could think of him on her, him inside her. Tired and aroused, she lay on the beach as the warm night air dried the droplets of water covering her body. Soundly, she fell asleep.
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She awoke that morning in a very foreign environment. Her initial reaction was to scream, but she stopped that notion when the tingle went up her spine. She moaned at the feeling and unconsciously squeezed her thighs together. She sat up and walked to the bedrooms joining bathroom and clicked the shower on. The whole thing was marble, brown and gold and she appreciated his style. She noticed all of the manly things that lay on the counter, the smell of the soap and the large robe, single robe, that hung on the back of the door, alerted her that he hadn't had a definite lady friend, yet. Stepping under the sprays, her hair cascaded down her back as the water soothed the grit and grind away. To her, this act alone was sensual. She was using his soap and standing in the same space where he stood naked, naked. Turning the water off, she decided to take it one step further and grab his towel and robe and cover herself with it. That's when she felt it again. She stifled a moan, but a slight sound escaped and he heard.
"Buffy? Are you okay?" He asked through the door.
Gathering her senses and damn hormones, she nodded to herself and swore a "yes" through the door. Leaning his head against the door, he couldn't disguise how much he wanted her. He was a very sensual, sexual man by nature, but her, something about her intoxicated him and he felt drunk on her.
"Open the door, Buffy." He said in a low silky voice he wasn't even sure he really had. Slowly the door opened and there she stood, wet and wrapped in all that was him, except him. He stepped into the bathroom and bagged her against the opposing wall, slowly. Neither knew what was being done, and realized there position but it was too late and he was kissing her and she was kissing him back. His hands went inside of the robe and caressed her flat tummy, and up to her firm pert nipples. She moaned into his mouth at the sensation and felt another wash of desire.
"Angel, we have to....stop. We can't do this, not now." She pleaded with him in between kisses. He didn't hear her. He was too wrapped within her.
"Angel, I'm a virgin." She gasped as his lips encircled one painfully hard nipple and he stilled. He pulled back, resting his forehead on hers as they panted, together.
I'm sorry. I just...God....I can't seen to control myself when I'm around you. I can't keep my hands off of you." he said, eyes closed as he willed his hormones and feelings in check. Stepping away from her, he grabbed her robe and closed it, puled her from the bathroom and giving her cloths, with his jacket. He turned his back while she slipped into her clothing and began to fidget with thought of her naked body again.
"Buffy, I'm really sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm really not like this, usually. It's like every time I'm near you, I can't control myself. My emotions get so...."
"Cloudy and red with passion and you think if you don't touch me, you'll dissolve into nothing. And the thought almost hurts you...inside? I know, Angelus. I feel it too." She said turning to him. He nodded, letting his breath escape him. He reached out a hand to her.
"Breakfast? I made you breakfast and after, I'll drive you home." He said.
"How did I get here?" She asked, accepting his hand as he guided her to the breakfast nook.
"After meeting with your brother, who by the way disappeared with Dru after you left and I didn't find him for some hours, I went for my nightly stroll on the beach. Actually, when I went, it was more like morning and very very early and I saw this beautiful form lying in the sand. I first thought you had been hurt, but then I realized you were simply sleeping. I didn't want to leave you there alone, so I carried you back here." he said, setting a stack of pancakes in front of her.
"Very sweet." She smiled, piking the fork up.
"I hope your family isn't worried." He paused, finally thinking of her father and family.
"Nah, don't worry about it. My father is, I'm sure, very busy and my sister doesn't care one way or the other. Don't worry. It's Sunday and I don't have class." She said, taking a sip of the orange juice he had handed her.
"Where do you go?" He asked.
"University of Manoa. Freshman year. Biology major with an emphasis in Marine biology."
"Oh and she's smart too. You're any man's dream come true." he smiled. "So Summers, why are you not taken by some non-deserving man?"
"Well, actually, I have been dating this guy Owen for the past three weeks but he's pretty spasmatic and so not my type. He thinks marine biology is the study of fish tanks. He's not deep, he has no substance." She sighed, picking at the sides of a pancake..
"Will you let me get to know you?" he asked suddenly, turning from the stove and the dishes in the sink. She smiled up at him and his manners.
"I would be honored that you'd want to know me." She said. They stood smiling at each other when Oz walked in.
"Hey, man...and girl" he said noticing that he had company.
"Hi....you're Buffy, right?" He asked.
"Yea. Angelus tell you about me?" She asked.
"No, actually, Willow. And I saw pictures."
"You're Willows Oz? Oh my gosh, what a coincidence." She said standing. "She's been talking about you non stop forever." She said.
"How do you two know each other?"
"We're cousins, actually." He said.
"Shut Up!" She gasped.
"Okay." He replied, not getting the comment.
"Not literally. Wow. Small world. Can't wait to tell Willow I met her mystery man."
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Standing outside the Giles Estate, the two were locked in a passionate kiss when they broke apart.
"See you tonight, for dinner?" He assured.
"Yea, I'll be ready around eight-ish" she smiled up at him.
"Okay, 8 it is. See you then Summers." He said, kissing her again. Parting ways, she glided up the steps and into her house and through the door.
In the window, Darla let go of the curtain and smiled. This would be interesting. She would knock the bitch off her high horse, and she would do it with a song in her heart.
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It didn't take her long, but she finally found out about her younger sister's new beau. He was the new Hawaiian bachelor, insanely rich and handsome. She was still stuck on the rich aspect. She smiled to herself as she read over the location of his night club and the name. She had better start getting ready if she wanted to make her appearance tonight.
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"Yea, Will, he was totally cool. He was just like you said. He wasn't loud or overly expressive, really reserved, just like you. Can you believe he and....." She cringed. She hadn't wanted to share her details about Angelus yet.
"And who. Buffy? Where did you say you met him anyway?" She asked.
"Well, this morning at my fathers new acquaintances house. I dropped off some papers and had breakfast there. He walked in and voila! We met."
"Oh, really a big coincidence Buff. Anyway, I better get going. I have an appointment with my mystery man this morning for breakfast. See you tomorrow night at Spike's?" she said.
"Umm, yea. Right, see you then." She hung up. Laying back in her bed, she sighed, stretching her tanned arms above her head. She smiled. She was swiftly falling in love. Her mind was busy trying to grasp the concept. She knew Angelus was considerably older and wealthy, not to mention experienced. Those facts still did nothing to abort her rising feelings and cultivating desire. It almost fueled it on. Throwing the comforter from her from, she rose to stand, stretching her muscles again. Unlocking her door, she found a rose there. Picking it up she smelled it and smiled. She noticed a small note on the end of it and read it:
"Forever
        A."
Is what it said. She grinned broader. The thought that this feeling could be forever brought a smile to her already bright face. Closing the door back she wondered how he had gotten it there in the first place. Who knew? He was a very mysterious man and she hoped to soon discover all of his hidden secrets. In the middle of her unconscious rant, she heard the door slam.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" She heard Darla yell from downstairs.
"What wifey dearest, not happy to see me?" She heard Lindsey ask and she froze in her room.
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*Flashback*
"Hello Buffy, how was the mall?" Lindsey asked from his chair in front of his desk. 17 year old Buffy had been sent to stay with her sister and her husband for a week to try to bond at her fathers urging.
"It was fine, Lindsey. Where's Darla?" She asked.
"At a luncheon with her friends. Why? Wouldn't you rather us be alone?" He asked.
"No, why would you think that?" She said, fear beginning to rise within her.
"Come on, I've seen the way you walk around in those outfits. Showing little parts of that tanned firm body. Come on, you know you've thought about it too Buff." HE smiled and she cringed at the sight. He looked like a wolf in heat and she took a step back. He stood and approached her.
"About what? What are you doing Lindsey?" She asked, panicked. All of a sudden, she had the overwhelming urge to go home. "I need to call my dad. I think it's time I went home." She said, trying to change the subject and move from his presence. He followed her and trapped her against a wall. She started to cry softly.
"What are you doing? Darla will be back any minute." He didn't deter, he simply kept advancing and gruffly cupped her breast roughly through her shirt. She began to cry harder now.
"Please, don't hurt me." She pleaded and that's when they heard the door slam to the pent house and he jumped back from her. She wrapped her arms around herself and fled his study.
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That same night, she was on a plane, back to Hawaii and never told a soul about that night. Well, except her brother, Spike. She let out a much needed breath and decided to slip into the shower and out the back door, to avoid both her predator and her sister. Walking along the beach she sat out on the sand and stared at the waves. She felt the tension and apprehensive barriers she once built start to construct themselves and she hugged her knees to her chest, staring out att he water.
"Mind if I join you?" She heard a sultry voice ask and her eyes closed, a single stream of tears finding their way down her cheek. Angelus sat next to her and put his arms around her.
"What's wrong, Inioin?" He asked, in a voice so low, so intimate that only she could hear.
She shook her head, indicating she wasn't ready to talk about it. He took her response in stride and hugged her tighter. After sitting there a while, she began her story of that day in New York and how she had heard him downstairs this morning. He looked out into the ocean and suppressed his anger. His face was neutral and pensive. She took it for the worst and looked into his face.
"I shouldn't have said anything." She said, dropping her head. He turned then, looking at her, touching her chin to raise her eyes to his.
"You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. He was wrong and you were completely innocent. You have to know that." He said, looking into her eyes.
"But, I'm so scared of him. What if he does it again? What if he tries to hurt me and nobody is there to save me?" She asked, barely stopping her hysteria. He took her face between his hands.
"I will save you, always." He whispered, looking into her eyes. "Remember, I can feel you. How do you think I knew you needed me here, now?" He asked. She didn't reply, simply wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder as she wept. He held her, sighing in relief as she relaxed into him.
"I'll always be here, for you, always believe that." He said as he held her, on the beach, for all the world to see.
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The doorbell rang to Angelus' house. He wasn't home to answer it, but Drusilla was. Opening the door in one smooth wave, she gasped in pleasant surprise.
"Why, Baby sister, what a pleasant surprise." She drawled as her sister, Faith, stepped into the house.
"Nice to see you too, sis. And might I add, our boy is doing good for himself." She said, taking a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.
"Angelus will be thrilled to see you." She smiled.
"Yea, I'm sure he will. Hey, got a ashtray? Girl could get real comfy here." She smiled.
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After escorting Buffy home and making sure all was clear, he made sure she was safely inside before kissing her goodbye. Now he sat at his club, waiting for their date. He would meet her at the local Hawaiian restaurant down the street in an hour. Now he stood, behind the bar, serving and chatting with the locals when he'd much rather be groping the love of his life.
Love of his life.
He smiled at that. He had known he was in love, but it hadn't occured to be real until now. He was in the middle of his visions of her, dancing naked in his head, when he heard a raspy,
"Is this seat taken?"
He looked up to see a beautiful blond sit across from him.
"What can I get for you?" He asked. S he arched an eyebrow.
"How about your phone number, a romp in the hay and a promise to do it again tomorrow." she smiled.
He smiled back, but not for the same reason.
"Sorry miss, this boys taken." He said looking back."
"Lemme guess? Short stumpy blond, horribly tanned skin, nappy dry blond hair and everyone thinks she's a goddess?" She smiled.
"Nope, don't think I've met her. My love is petite and beautiful, with beautiful blond hair with sparking green eyes and sun-kissed skin. Her name is Buffy." He smiled.
"Right. We've met. She happens to be my little sister. So, Mr. Osborne, what are you doing playing with barbies?" She asked.
"I don't play with dolls or play games for that matter. From what Buffy has told me, you dont too much care for her. Am I right?" He asked, his smile suddenly fading.
"Well, the twit has half a brain. No, we never really got along, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that she killed our mother or the fact that she tried to seduce my husband." She said with venom. Angel gritted his teeth and held his tongue. Buffy swore him to secrecy. If he wanted her to fight this battle, he would, gladly. But until he got the ok, he would keep his mouth closed about the little piece of info.
"I have a job to do so that I can get going to meet your sister, my love, for the evening. If there's nothing I can get you to drink, you'll excuse me from partaking in this conversation." He said, turning from her and tossing a towel down.
Darla smiled to herself. She was going to pay. The little ice princess would pay.
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"Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?" Angel asked as they walked from the restaurant, food in hand. They had at first wanted to dine there, but he decided that a picnic dinner on the beach would be better. Laying a soft blanket out, he motioned for her to sit, as he pulled the wine and plates.
"You're so very good to me, Angelus." She smiled, almost sleepily. He simply smiled and sat across from her in a beautiful form fitting lacy dress. It was corral and went to her knees, pushing her firm dress slightly over the top. It was classy, but sexy and Angel got the total affect of it.
"Buffy, I ran into your sister today." He began. Buffy's drunken smile turned into a hard gaze.
"And?" She asked, releasing a breath.
"She was just like you said. Very mean, hateful and also said you killed your mother. Ow I don't believe her but..."
"It's true. I did kill my mother." She said softly. He sat there, waiting for an explanation. "When she gave birth to me, she was weak, very sickly afterwards. She died when I was 13. She never fully recovered and they all blamed me. They all did except my brother and my father. Darla's hated me every since. She said that should have never been born. That I was their favorite and that I was the one that killed her. And I thought it was true for three years, while she taunted me and bullied me. It seems that every time I want to forget, she throws it back into my face and I can't forget. I can't forget what they said because I think part of me still blames myself." She finished, staring at her hands in her lap and sniffing as the tears fell silently.
"Don't cry, Inioion. You have to know that this isn't your fault. You have to know that Joyce thought bringing you to life was worth the sacrifice. Giles to, I'm sure. Baby, you can't think that way. Don't let Darla bother you. Know that you're welcome, in my home, whenever things seem to be too rough." He said, pulling her against him and rubbing her back.
"I know. I know all of this and a part of me still believes it's my fault. A part of me knows that if she hadn't had me, that she'd still be here and my sister wouldn't be so hateful." She looked into his eyes then and whined as more tears poured down her face. "Look at me, I'm ruining our date. Contrary to people's belief, I am always ruining things." He smiled at her then.
"You could never ruin anything. You make everything seem so much more perfect. I'm beginning to see that everyday I know you."
"You always know what to say. How's the club?" She ventured, changing the subject.
"It's doing pretty good. It's not too unpopular around here and everyone around town seems to be enjoying it. What?" He asked as he looked down into her incredulous face.
"You've got to be kidding me. Everyone around is talking about how gorgeous the new "Club Owner" is. They're practically salivating at the mouth about you." She informed. He blushed, profusely.
"Oh, don't tell me you're shy?" She said, arching a perfect brown eyebrow.
"No, not shy, but coming from you it makes me feel really....handsome. Thank you." He said, coming down from his blush. *She thought he was cute! Yes!* he cheered in his mind. She smiled.
"How's surfing?" He asked.
"Oh, that. Well, its going good. Nationals are next week and my father knows nothing about it. Hopefully Darla won't find out and keep her mouth shut." She sighed.
"It's very special to you? Surfing?" He asked.
"Yea, my mom taught me when I was young. She used to surf before she had kids. That was way before I was born. Anyway, she was very popular here. She would come down from Sunnydale every summer and surf with the natives and train. That's when she met my father. He too, vacationed here. He didn't surf, but he knew she was good, she was the best. Anyway, the summer nationals came up, she found out she was pregnant. They married and because she loved her child and my father, she quit."
"Interesting story. You feel you're ready?" He asked.
"I was born ready baby." She said, snuggling further into his arms and he held her and they stared out at the water together. He hugged her to him, covering her with his jacket. They finished their meal, and watched the sun set.

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Part 5:
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Walking from her morning psych class, she was approached by a chattering Willow and Cordelia.
"How's married life, Queen C?" Buffy asked, walking along side her best friend.
"Ah, Doyle is the best. I think he was the best decision I ever made." She grinned.
"So you never ever regret getting married right after graduating?" she asked.
"Nah, I love Doyle. We've been in love for years. It was only natural. Enough about me, what's with you and your love life? Anyone special?" She asked.
"Well, I've been kinda seeing someone. He's so perfect, but, does God seriously send men like him to people like me. Geeze, we've only known each other for three weeks and I think, no I know, I'm love. I think I found my soul mate." She smiled.
"Wow! Where have we been these last three weeks then? Who is he? Come on, details woman!" Willow asked hurridly.
"Well, his name is Angelus Osborne and he is Oz's cousin and the new club owner on Sunset." She grinned, dreamily.
"You mean the new hunk from California?" Cordy gasped.
"Is that where he's from?" Buffy asked knowingly.
"Get out of here, Summers. You know where he's from. How in the hell did you keep this a secret?" She asked.
"Well, we spend most of our time at night, on the beach, which was actually where he first saw me. He's so perfect. He knows me better than I think I know myself sometimes and he holds me and only ever wants to protect me like I'm the single most precious thing in the world." She smiled.
"Sounds like prince charming. So when do we meet him?" Cordy asked.
"I don't know. When you want to?" She asked.
"You're serious? You wouldn't mind us meeting him?" Willow said, excitedly. Buffy shook her head no.
"Well then Summers, I'll see you and Mr. Perfect tonight at 8 for some dinner and don't be late. Willow, I'll expect you and your beau there also." Cordy said, already planning her night.
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"Hey, Angie, there's a little pink princess on the phone asking for you. Get this, says her name is Buffy." Faith said, walking into her cousins home office, dressed in baggy sweat pants and a skin tight tank. Lifting his head quickly he grabbed the phone from her hands and waited for her to exit, closing the door behind her.
"Hey." He smiled, hoping it permeated through the receiver.
"Hey yourself handsome. Got plans tonight?" She asked.
"Well, I did, but now I have plans with you. What you have in mind?" He asked.
"Well, my friends sort of want to meet you so I was wondering if you'd be free tonight?"
"Of course, for you. I can have Oz look after the club while..."
"Nope, he can't. He's coming too, sweetheart." She said.
"Well, maybe I can have Dru watch the scene for me. She's here. And Faith." He pondered.
"That could maybe work." She offered.
"Hmm." He finished, "How's everything at home? That Bastard still harassing you?"
"Um, no. Not yet anyway. I hope it stays that way though. I really don't want to face him of Darla for that matter. Anyway, I better go. Cordy has me scheduled to hit the waves in an hour and I need to shower." She sighed.
"Oh, shower. Sounds fun." He drawled, his voice taking a husky turn. Buffy felt chills run marathons up and down her spine.
"Sure you don't need any company?"
"As yummy as that sounds, I think my father would have a problem with his baby daughter being naughty in the shower." She tried to counter.
"But baby, I can teach you to be very, very quiet. As a matter of fact there are rewards to being quiet. Makes the orgasm that much more intense."
"Angel..." She whined.
"Yes?" He asked, wanting to draw more out of her. Before she could answer, there was knock on her bedroom door, which he heard, and growled. She sighed.
"Baby, I need to get that. Hold on." She said, laying the receiver on her bed. She walked to the door, unlocking it and opened it. She froze as her eyes came in contact with those of Lindsey.
"What are you doing up here?" She asked, fear lining her words.
"Came to check on my golden princess. So how are you Buff. Skin is prettier than ever. I'll even bet your tanned in all those other hard to reach places."
She gulped, embarrassed and flushing a deep red.
"Please, get out of my room." She asked, trying to stay calm.
"But I like it in here. It's so innocent. So comfy. And this bed. Geeze, ever tried this mattress out?" He inquired, using his hand to gently test its firmness.
"That's none of your business." She almost growled.
"Anyone ever tell you that for someone so golden and bright, you really are quite cold. I mean, I'm sure you've given tons of guys the old role in the hay, but you refused me that one time in New York. I'm thinking your nothing more than a skanky tease." He said, picking up the phone she had left Angelus on and putting it to his ear. He heard a dial tone. Huh? Person must have gotten tired of waiting for her to come back. Kinda reminded him of the same situation he was currently in.
He gently plopped onto the bed and reclined back on one arm.
"I'll get someone in here to throw you out." She threatened. He raised an eyebrow at her in mock glare. "I'll scream." She then offered.
"Go ahead. The aids are tucked away in the east wing, Darla's out trying to get as tanned as you by the pool, your father, of course is out on business and that pretty little wife of his is tending to her little magic shop. So, again, no one's going to here you. No one will ever save you."
She tensed at his words and her body stiffened. She stood there looking at him for what seemed to be hours. Then she felt the prickly sensation run up her spine and then felt her lover's(soon to be lovers) arms wrap possessively around her waist from the back. She knew Angelus only lived up the beach, but she knew he had to have either broken all speed laws or have ran like a man on fire to get there that quickly.
"I'd have to disagree with you on that one." He said in a tone that dripped hatred. "Are you okay, Inioin?" She shook her head and he gently escorted her behind him.
"Seems we have a problem." Angel said, straightening his back as she rested her golden head against it.
"I see that. Seems the tramps knight in shining armor is cock blocking." Lindsey smirked, standing to defy the bigger man.
"Now, there's where the problem is. See if you had a cock to block," Angel punctuated, kicking him in the balls, "Then I would respect that and reconsider my threat, but seeing as how she's rejected you and asked you to politely leave her alone, that's grounds for me to hand you your ass." He reached down, grabbing him by his throat and bringing his face to meet his.
"You're sick and twisted and one day you will rot in hell, but if you so much as touch her, talk to her, or ever attempt to approach her, I will personally send you there on an early first class flight. Got it!?" Angel growled and felt Buffy shake behind him.
"Fuck You! Who are you?" Lindsey asked, voice gripped forcibly with pain.
"Your worst fucking nightmare. You think I'm playing? Try me! You harm one perfect fucking hair on her head and I will skin you alive and send it to your mother as a coat. Now, excuse me, lover, while I get rid of this garbage." He said, dragging him from her room. Buffy stayed behind as Angel escorted the perve out of her room and hopefully out of her life. No tears fell. No, not a one because he guardian Angel had saved her once again, like he always did. She stood, waiting for him to return. He did, rather quickly and she turned to look at him, eyes as wide as a frightened child.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"For what, beloved?" He asked, stepping closer to her and wrapping her small frame within his protective arms.
"I'm sorry you had to be a part of that whole mess." She sighed, wrapping her arms around his middle.
"Baby, whatever you are apart of, I am apart of and I promised you I'd always protect you. Always." She smiled, kissing her hair. She looked up at him, a sly gleam in her eye.
"You sure you didn't just do that to get over here to get me in the shower?" She asked. He chuckled and kissed her deeply.
"I could do that without reason. But, I will stay here while you clean up. I'll wait out on your bed for you." He said, kissing her nose and ushering her into her bathroom. On her way to the door, she turned and looked at him over her shoulder.
"Thank you, Angel. Thank you for keeping your promise."
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Thirty minutes later, she emerged, covered in a towel, her hair, hanging slick down her flawless back. Angelus looked up in time to see her move to stand between his knees, gently pushing them further apart to stand between his firm legs. He grinned into her face.
"What are you doing?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist as she pressed into him.
"Shh, just kiss me." She said, straddling him and kissing him deeply. He responded eagerly, kissing her back. His tongue darting out, seeing entrance to her hot waiting mouth. She opened immediately and threw her towel from her body. He sucked in a breath at the sight if her tanned flesh being bared to his hungry gave. Quickly, his hands ran up and down her delicate sides and moved to cup her small, full breast.
"What are you doing? He asked. Gently massaging her and enjoying the sounds she made.
"Messing around. Can't a girl mess around with her deliciously sext boyfriend?" She asked, arching into him, rubbing herself against his bulged.
"So that's all we're doing?" He asked. He had to be sure she wasn't ready to take it further. He wanted to know his boundaries with her.
"What do you want to do?" She asked.
"Any and everything to make you feel good. But I won't, not until your ready." He added, eyes blazed with hunger as he smelled her wanton womanly scents wafting the room and his own senses.
"I want you to touch me." She said, and his head descended to suckle one of her breast. She moaned loudly at the new sensation and held his head to her.
"Angel." She gasped, as he nursed hungrily. Cautiously, he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment as she squirmed against him. He groaned and quickly turned them so she was lying on her back, him cradled between her pure thighs. He remained fully clothed as he descended her body, taking her flesh in hefty gulps until he reached her belly button.
"Hot, Angel, I'm so hot. I'm on fire." She tweaked. He dipped his tongue into her belly button and she surged into him, invitingly. The fact that she was so pure and so innocent fueled the fire within his groin. He was breathing hard, the erotic images dancing through his head were giving him the naughtiest thoughts. He was reminded of his past and the things that he had done that he himself had not been proud of. Pulling away from her body, he kissed her lips before pulling her body flush to his and holding her in a tight embrace. She was panting and he calmed and prayed that he could keep his emotions in check.
"We need to talk." He said, trying to sound firm, but it fell on deaf ears. Her mouth descended on hers and she attempted to push him back, but he stopped her. Searching for his eyes, he wouldn't meet hers so she quickly pushed away and scurried to find her shirt.
"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked, sighing at her. She didn't respond, simply kept throwing cloths on her raw passion-ed body.
"We need to talk." He stated again and she turned to him then. Tears were on the verge of falling from her eyes as she looked at him.
"You don't want me?" She asked, voice sounding like a small child. He sighed and reached out to her hand, pulling her to him.
"I want you more than life, I need to have you more than air. Sweetheart, me stopping has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. You've been so honest about your life with me, it's my turn now. I don't want to take this step in our relationship without you knowing what your getting into. It's only fair." She looked unto his eyes as he held her. They slumped to the floor, their backs against her bed.
"I'm originally from Ireland. My parents are deceased and I have no siblings. As a youth, I was horrid. I was immature and disrespectful. I had no goals and I was as tainted as the town harlot. I was nothing like you. I was nowhere as perfect as you. I've slept with many women. I've enjoyed my life as a player, not really thinking of the consequences or the future and what either held or meant to me. I never thought I'd fall in I've, because all my life I've had to live without it. I had my cousins and it grounded me to some degree but it never fazed me or calmed my style. I've done things I'm not proud of. Hurt people in ways I couldn't stand to bare if I were the recipient and broken up homes of happily married men. I was only out for one purpose: myself. My own selfish pleasure and only what I could gain." He finally stole a glance at her face and she remained silent, squeezing his hand as a urge to continue.
"Then, one night, I took a walk along a beach and my life changed. I wanted to change. You were so beautiful in your solitude and you illuminated the bleak night sky and I was so intrigued by you. My initial thought was that I could never have you, that I could never earn or deserve you and that I would never approach you. I tried to stay away, but you filled my dreams and you invaded my senses until all I could see was you, all I could want was you. I couldn't stay away. I watched you and I absorbed you and I ultimately knew that I loved you. I was obsessed and it felt good. I was in love for the first time ever and I would never let you go, unless you told me to. Now we're to this point and you make me happy. My club is being perceived well, thanks to your father. I have a beautiful wonderful soul mate and my health. Family that support me. The only thing that remains unsolved is your knowledge of my past and now you know the brief summary. The question is, will you as me not to love you and walk away?" He asked, finally looking her square in the face. She met his gaze and her eyes softened, ten-fold. She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him gently.
"Oh, Angel. How could I ever ask that of you, when I would surely die inside without you. Before you came, and all those nights you watched me watch the sky, I was praying for you. I was praying for God to send you to me and he has. I love you too, and I would never wish you away." She said, tears falling down her cheeks as they moved in to devour one another. Pulling back from the embrace, she rested her nose and forehead against his.
"Besides, if you left, who would protect me?" She asked as he smiled and laughed, pulling her into his lap and kissing her deeper.

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"Doyle, should we tell them tonight?" Cordelia asked, turning in front of the full length mirror that hung on the back of her bathroom door. She was preparing for dinner and was dressing the part. Doyle smiled from the bed.
"Sweetheart, ye may tell them whenever yer ready. Tis no matter to me. I love you and I support yer decision." He smiled, sitting on the bed, admiring his beautiful wife.
"Okay, honey, tonight, we tell them that we're starting a family. We tell them we're pregnant." Cordelia Doyle smiled, turning to face her soul mate.
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Ten minutes later, there were knocks on the door and voices laughing and chattering. Swinging the doors open, Cordy smiled as she saw both couples laughing and carrying on.
"Hey, guys, come on in." She said, stepping back and allowing them entrance.
"Hey yourself. You look mighty cute, I might add. What's the real occasion?" Buffy asked, winking.
"Well, you guessed it, but we'll get to that later. Come on in everyone, let me have your coats." Cordy said, taking the gentlemen's coats. She eyes Angelus a bit longer than Oz and turned to Buffy. Buffy shrugged as Cordelia turned back and looked at Angelus.
"And again, I ask myself how she got to you before me?" She joked.
"Because, darlin', you snatched the pick of the liter and this fellas just leftovers. Names Francis Doyle, friends call me Doyle." Doyle joked also, holding his hand out to Angelus. He accepted and laughed at the couple as Buffy wrapped an arm around his waist, possessively, yet comfortably. Willow introduced Oz to the others and the couple's went into the dining area and sat.
"So, Doyle, what is it that you do?" Angelus asked, taking his napkin and putting it in his lap.
"Well, Cordy and I started a private eye business. I went to college and got a degree in criminology and we run Doyle Investigation in the islands." Doyle smiled, proudly.
"Wow. Very interesting. Sounds like you two never have a dull moment." He replied. The couple only smiled at him.
"So, Oz, you and Angelus are cousins. What's it like with the big guy?" Cordy asked.
"Well, he's pretty much family. As cousinly as cousins can get actually." He replied tersely. All chuckled and looked to Willow who shrugged and laughed. Doyle eyed Cordy and she smiled, nudging him forward.
"Guys, we have some news that we want to share wit you." He began.
"Doyle and I have decided to start having a family. We're having a baby!" Cordy blurted and then blushed. "Sorry, honey, I was anxious. She smiled. Everyone congratulated them and hugged them. Buffy was especially happy. She was close to the couple and couldn't wait. In the middle of the dinner and conversation, Buffy's cell phone rung.
"Excuse me everyone. Hello?" She asked.
"Aloha!" her cheery boyfriend jeered into the tiny phone. She pulled the phone away from her ear as his annoying, childish, goofy voice permeated through the room loudly. Angelus' ears perked up at the boyish voice, but kept interacting with the hosts.
"Owen, what is it. I'm in the middle of dinner here." she sighed annoyingly.
"Well, once again, I was calling my girlfriend to see if we could hang out. I haven't seen you in three weeks. I miss you." He whined.
"Look, we need to talk." She said, standing and excusing herself from the table. She walked into the den and sat on the couch.
"Look, Owen, we haven't been close. We haven't even been talking and I don't think this is working out." she sighed into the phone, exasperated.
"Does it have anything to do with the new club owner you've been hanging around with?" He asked. She was shocked. He knew about Angelus.
"Who told you about that?" She asked.
"I'm not stupid, Buffy. Your sister has been telling everyone. It's no secret who the new club owner is running through this time. You're just another notch on his belt and you're nothing to him. You're nothing period." He almost seethed. How dare she dump him for some guy who was going to screw her and run? That was his job.
"Good, bye Owen and I hope you have a nice life." She said quietly, hanging the phone up and sighing deeply. She attempted to get her emotions in check.
"Whatever he said, whatever he told you, it's not true." Came a deep masculine voice.
She turned and there stood her angel. She smiled at him and held her arms out to him. He hugged her as she breathed him in, letting his aroma fill her senses.
"I love you." She said.
"And I you, sweetheart." He said, hugging her tighter.

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The couple walked along the moonlit beach after their fun dinner with friends. They had actually laughed and joked all night, noticing that they all took pleasure in engaging in small talk with Oz. The couple walked hand in hand, only noticing eac other. Only wanting to notice each other. Her hand was clasped tightly in his as she stared out at the moon in the distance. It was almost speaking to her, calling to her in all its magnificent brilliance. He looked at her as the pearl of the moon, danced in her passionate orbs.
"What are you thinking beloved?" He asked, quietly, as though there was someone who would hear them.
" Nothing, except that the moon seems strange to me. It's making me feel a little weird." She said. He stopped, turning to face her.
"Weird how?" He asked. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin. Like she was going to crawl out of it and onto him. Oh, crawling into him...all over him....him crawling into her. She stared at his lips and licked her own, hungrily.
"Weird like this." She said said huskily, capturing his lips in a long won battle. She nipped at his bottom lip, before sucking it gently, then hungrily into her mouth. Her tongue darted into his mouth, demanding entrance as she wrapped her arms around his waist in an attempt to pull him yet closer. Angel, too, wrapped himself around her, trying to press her closer. He was totally with letting her set the pace. The moon was high, it glinted off the water and made for a very romantic setting. He hoisted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeper. He gently lowered her into the sand, pressing her back into the silky grands. There was nothing quite like the Hawaiian sands in the world. She moaned into his mouth as her mouth sucked hungrily on her tongue and he ripped it from her mouth, gazing at her wildly. He knew this was too fast. This was too much too soon. He knew he had to stop, but he couldn't, so he did the first thing he could: he descended her body. He began unbuttoning her blouse and gently, hungriliy taking large gulps of her perfect skin. She moaned and keened against him, fingers threading through his dark hair as he ate away at her flesh. He cupped her perfect breast and gently squeezed and she arched into his hands. His mouth covered one nipple as his other hand made a nose dive for her pants, undoing the button there. After tweaking both buds to their rosy- taut peaks, he licked as sensual trail down her tummy. He stopped just above where her patch of hair should have been and looked at her, amused.
"Bikini line. Surfing...Angel...I need you. Touch me...please." She pleaded. He would never make her beg. For anything. He knew he would give her the world, his world, any damn world she wanted. He began to suck wetly on the skin on the right side of her pelvis. He stayed there, and watched her face contort in frustrated pleasure. He pulled her thong from her body and settled between her thighs. He took both legs in his hands and began to lave at her inner thighs, watching as her core watered as though thirsty....for him. She mewled and moaned at his ministration and he hadn't even touched her...really...yet. Taking pity on her, he sniffed her sex drastically. She smelled of honey, vanilla and perfect Buffy musk. He gently blew on her, watching as her walls throbbed even more.
"Angel, please, baby." She whined.
"Please what?" E asked, teasingly and blew again.
"Please, touch me. Use your tongue, your mouth." She urged. He lay a long, slow lick to her folds and she shuddered.
"More, faster." He began butterfly licks to her bud and she began thrashing in the sand. He sucked her bud into his mouth, alternating between licking her and flicking his tongue over her taut bud. Soon she was arching into his mouth and placed his hands under her bottom, holding her in the air as he hungrily ate her out. She began to scream as her release shuttered through her and before her orgasm his, he dove his tongue into her hot clenching core to receive her juices. He licked her clean and while her high faded. When she was collapsed back into the sand, her licked his lips before kissing is way back up her waiting body and wrapped her in his arms.
"That was amazing." She panted.
"My pleasure. You taste delectable. The best treat to finish the evening." He smiled, kissing her so she could taste herself on his lips.
"So when do I get my turn?" She asked, nipping a his bottom lip. "I mean, I've never....you know...before and I would like to....you know...if you want, or don't...mind." She said shyly.
"No, baby, I don't mind, but tonight, let me just hold you." He said, pulling her to his chest. "Tonight was all about you. I just want to hold you."
She snuggled into his embrace and lay on the beach, as the sun came up over the horizon.

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Part 7

"So B, you and my cousin gettin hot and heavy yet?"Faith asked, sitting with Buffy over a cup of coffee in a small coffee cafe. The two had, ironically, become pretty good friends this past week and were beginning to hang out quite a bit.
"That is so none of your business." Buffy smiled, playing with the design on her coffee mug inside of the small coffee shop.
"Umm, hmm, so what? You two getting serious or what?" She smiled, licking the whipped cream off of her finger from her drink.
"As serious as we need to be to be dating this early. I will say this, though. I never felt like this before. It's like, with him, I don't have to try, I just am, all I have to do is be. You ever felt like you belonged to someone, like you were created solely for one person and that was all your destined to do, all you want to be?" She asked, staring dreamily into the distance.
"No, but it sounds like you got it bad." Faith replied, raising her arched eyebrows and snorting
at the reality of it all. It was crazy to think of her ever bachelor cousin in love or even considering settling down. They had talked of the petite blond and Angelus had made it perfectly clear that she was the ONE, the only One and he had eery intention of keeping her, forever. He then softened and told her that he had never felt this vulnerable before. He felt like if she wanted to, Buffy could walk all over her heart and he'd still love her, maybe even more. Faith listened, with close ears even though inside she was wishing she had a love like that. The two finished up and head out. Buffy had a last minute practice with Cordy and she needed to get to it.
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Walking into her families estate, she shut the heavy mahogany doors softly. She trudged up the stairs, dreamily, careful not to wet the pictures that hung on the walls next to her. She was half way up the third step when the scratchy voice of the one person she didn't wish to hear from spoke up.
"Have fun today, sister dear?" Darla asked, perched on the second step.
"The best!" Buffy replied with fake cheer. She kept up the steps until Darla's voice halted her once more.
"Now what would daddy dearest think if he knew his baby girl was surfing national tomorrow?" Darla asked, looking at her chipped fingernails.
"Gee Darla, how would daddy know unless some nosey little bird told him?" She asked, hands on hips, smiling.
"I'd tell him."
"What do you want?"
"Angelus and revenge, for destroying my marriage."
"Well since I didn't destroy your poor excuse or try for a marriage, I'll ignore your request on the basis that it's based on a non-truth. Good day witch." She said, gliding up the rest of the stairs and shutting and locking her bedroom door behind her. Darla turned on the steps, fuming. Yea, daddy would know about this as soon as she hit the waves, and then she would go over her plans with Lindsey. Perfect!
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"Ready for tomorrow?" Angel asked over the phone. He had been talking to Buffy for the better part of the last hour and he knew he should let her go. She had a big day ahead of her.
"Yea, as ready as I'll ever be. I just hope that witch of a sister keeps her mouth shut to daddy. She'd ruin it for me which, by the way, is right up her shit creek of an alley. I wonder if she ever thinks of her action? I mean does she even have a bloody conscience?" She carried on and Angel merely giggled at her.
"What? What so funny?" she asked.
"You said bloody. You really do sound like Spike." She scowled under his weighty observation then sighed.
"Honey, you think we can continue this tomorrow? I'm really sleepy and I need rest." She yawned.
"I was just about to suggest it baby. You sleep tight and don't let your sister bother you. You'll do well and I'm sure Darla's just jealous because she knows it too."
"Yea, maybe you're right."
"Yea, maybe. I love you baby, and dream of me." He said.
"Like I needed you to suggest it, stud. Love you too." She smiled, "Good night." and she hung up. Laying back in the bed, she stared at the ceiling. She mapped out the waves in her mind. She painted her movements on the ceiling. She sighed before turning over and letting her mind drift off to sleep. Yes, tomorrow was going to be hectic and she would most likely end it on good terms with the nation and bad terms with her father but, she knew one thing for sure: Angelus was still going to love her. With that, she smiled and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her and dreams of him fill her head.
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The big day was finally here and Buffy stood, gazing at the waves and sighing. People crowded the beach and the announcers annoying voice filled the air waves. Her tight tanned skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as the sun above showered rays of heat and she couldn't wait to hit the waves. She turned to see Cordy talking to some people about shining and waxing her board and then her lovers hand grabbed and squeezed hers. He had only just arrived and stood with her, lending silent and moral support.
"You ready baby?" He asked.
"Born ready, lover." She said, never taking her eyes from the water. The tide was high and the pipeline was as ferocious as ever.
"Hey Summers, it's time." Cordy yelled, winking her eye at her best friend. Buffy nodded, tuned to Angelus and kissed him deeply, passionately, ignoring the evil glares women gave, and walked away. Everyone ahead of her so far had failed this last challenge. If she made this, then she was guaranteed the win. Piece of damn cake!, she thought. She'd been surfing this every night for the past month. Now it was time to put up and make the crowed shut up.
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Sitting on her board, she paddled out to the beginning mark and turned her body in the right direction. She waded the water, waiting for the right wave to come, one big enough to give her a successful edge. She sat and it was almost like an out of body experience as the wave came crashing toward her and she began to paddle away from it. It arrived and she quickly lay on her stomach, jumped into a predator cat like position and bent her knees to the right degree. She put her hand down, feeling the cool water as it slid through her fingers. The water crested over her head and she knew, she had to make it out before it collapsed onto her. She bent her knees more, speeding her surf and heard the crowed cheer as she made it out, smooth sailing.
        From the distance, Angelus watched with hooded eyes. Part of him could understand Rupert Giles now. He didn't want is wife, or daughter, in this kind of danger. The other part of Angelus, knew she was good at what she did and it not only made him proud of her, it turned him on greatly. Clapping and smiling as he roared with the crowed, he walked tot he shore line as Buffy walked on shore, smiling at the crowed her friends, and him. She hugged Cordy and Willow and then threw her arms around Angel, wetting his shirt in the process. She kissed him then, again, and then turned to the crowed and smiled at them all. Before she knew it, the entire crowed was chanting "Summers, Summers" which made her feel all the more happy. Later, she was given her trophy and crowned the national champion on the surf world. Holding her title gratefully and graciously, she allowed her friends to walk her home.
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After sitting out back by the pool with her guest, they all left and she decided to go on up for some rest. Before she could reach her bedroom and close the door, her fathers deep British voice sung through the door to his office, beckoning her to him. She sighed, already prepared for the argument and walked in.
"Yes, daddy?" She sighed.
"Have fun today?" He asked.
"A blast."
"I hear congratulations is in order. Seems we have a national champ on our hands." He said, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
"Yep, that's me. National champ girl."
"Yea, that is you, disobey my father girl!" He said, rising to stand. "Do you have any idea of how hurt you could have gotten?" He asked, becoming angrier at her.
"Look dad, I knew you wouldn't approve but how can you make me stay away from something I love so much. In the water is the only place I feel free, its the only place I have to feel completely alive." She argued.
"Yes, I hear you have a new friends also. My associate, Angelus Osborne?" He asked.
"Yes, we have been courting, daddy." She said, voice dropping.
"So, were you two ever planning to tell me of it, or was I suppose to continue to hear or your sordid affairs from other people on the island?" He demanded. Her head shot up.
"Other people, or my bitch of an older sister?" She asked, anger rising in her voice.
"It tis not the point Buffy. You will not disobey me and you will not keep such secrets from me. Do you not think that he's using you? That he just wants you to get to my business?" He asked.
She reared back as though she had been slapped.
"I'm not asking for your permission. I don't need your ok and I don't care if you never offer it. But I will say this, my life, my relationship with Angelus is off limits. You want to think of a quick way to lose me, attack him. I won't lose him to your possessiveness or your controlling. I'm tired now, we'll speak of this tomorrow." She said, turning to walk out.
"You have always been the sunshine of my life and the wind beneath my wings, Buffy. Don't allow outside forces to take that away form us. From the relationship we have. Congratulations, really." He said, before he sat down again and she closed the door behind her.
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"Lindsey, soon, I make my move." Darla said, speaking to her now ex-husband.
"And what is that?" He asked.
"Just watch dear boy and watch closely. Just make sure you play your part and make sure that you are there to pick up the pieces. I'll take care of the rest."
"You really are an evil bitch, Darla. Whatever it is, I hope it works or you and I will be in a world of trouble." He sighed.
"Have faith, dear boy, have faith." She said.

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The gyrating bodies moved in the most erotic, hypnotic motions desirable to any hormonal teenager or even a passionate and experienced adult. The lights were dim as Dingoes Ate My Baby played their latest sensual song. All these things and more would have been observed from the handsome club owner had he not been entangled in the arms of his beautiful girlfriend. They're lips were locked passionate kiss that, had anyone been paying them any attention and close enough, would know that it was wet and juicy. Angelus' hand was twined in her golden mane at the base of her head while her arms were wrapped around his neck in the most loving, caressing embrace. His other hand was caressing her back and as she made cute little moaning noises as he kissed her. He couldn't help but grin into her lips as she made those cue sounds, which made her pull back, just far enough to open her pretty little green eyes to stare into her brown ones.
"What?" She asked. At the question, his eyes furrowed and she smiled.
"What so funny?" She elaborated.
"Those noises you make. It's so cute. I can't help but smile at the way you sound." She buried her head in his neck as the two shared a giggle.
"Gee, its sort of embarrassing to hear you say that. But nothing compares to what you do to get me to make those sounds so, baby, embarrassment is the least of my worries." She said, before kissing him again. He sighed into the familiar depths of her mouth and answered back with fervor. Opening his eyes and breaking the kiss, Buffy noticed his eyes on something across the way. Silently, she turned and followed his gaze to a man, Lindsey, who had just entered the club and was walking through the crowed to the bar. Buffy was certain she heard Angel growl as he unconsciously shielded her behind him. He kissed her head and then sauntered through the crowed until he came dace to face with his love's attacker, whom he hoped to have the pleasure of throwing out on his ass.
"So sister dear, isn't it past your bed time?" Darla's scratchy vpoice permeated through Buffy's ears.
"Look, can we not do this tonight. What are you doing here anyway?" She asked sighing and facing, once again, her manipulative sister.
"Why, checking up on my boy, of course." At this, Buffy raised her eyebrow and snorted, turning away to sip her drink. Well, my man, went over there to check Lindsey, if that's who you mean." She said, never taking her eyes off her drink and she twisted its straw. Darla laughed then.
"You just don't get it do you. He will be mine, honey. You can love him and you can hold him tight, but in the end, they always break, babe. You don't have what it takes to keep a man like that. Oh, no. You aren't anywhere near his league. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll see I was right all along sweety. Guys like Angelus will always need a woman like me in the end cause girls like you, he eats for lunch. Mark my words sister dear. Mark my words." Darla smiled before attempting to walk away.
"Thanks for telling my father about the surfing and about Angelus. It was a nice lil jealous touch on your part." Buffy smiled, winking her eye at Darla.
"You think so? And here I was thinking I was being helpful. Anytime." She said, turning.
"Oh and Buffy, he's our father, try to remember that, kay." She said as she finally walked from her view. Damn! Round 232 to Darla. Buffy was feeling as though she needed to brush up on her sassiness. Darla hadn't won a round since they had been kids. She turned her attention back just in time to see her love moving back towards her.
"Hey, uh, sorry about that. He won't be coming back." He smiled.
"S'kay. I ad my own fiasco to handle anyway. Queen Darla decided to brush in. But you're back now and all demons have fled." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Umm, glad I have that affect." He smiled, kissing her.
"Walk with me?" She asked.
"To the end of the earth!" He swore as she led him through a crowed and into the night.
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For the couple, the night was still young and they stayed close as the walked down the quiet beach.
"Angel, am I enough?" Buffy finally asked, gripping Angelus' hand even tighter.
"Enough? Enough how?" He asked, puzzled at her question.
"Well, I'll be nineteen in a few days and I know you're older than me and that you have needs as a man that I'm not fulfilling. Am I enough for you? IS what I am to you what I give you, enough?" She asked.
"Buffy, I won't lie and say that I don't love sex and that I don't miss it, but baby, what I'm waiting for is well worth it. The next time I get that intimate, I'll be making love and I know that's what I want. And right now, you're more than enough." He said, seriously. She smiled and they continued to walk up ahead, not noticing the figure that stood. By the time they did notice, it was too late to hide and they had been caught. Rupert Giles stood, his broad frame poised elegantly, waiting for them to make the final approach.
"Good evening Mr. Giles." Angelus said, walking up to him and extending his hand.
"Yes, well, I wouldn't say it's a good one, but hello. Buffy." He acknowledged.
"Daddy. What are you doing out? You never come out here." She asked.
"Well, its been awhile so I figured I'd come see what you were ranting about. And to hopefully catch you with Mr. Osborne."
"Why?" She asked.
"To give you two a chance to not hide your relationship in my face." He answered tersely.
Buffy cringed.
"Well, as you can see, here we are. Daddy, meet Angelus, whom you've already met and Angelus meet my father. Angelus and I have been courting for a month and a half and daddy has been my father for almost 19 years." She started, babbling on as Angelus cracked a wry grin.
"Well, Angelus, why don't you join our family for dinner tomorrow..."
"NO!" Buffy almost screamed. Both men turned to look at her crazily.
"And why not?" Angelus asked, arching a perfect eyebrow.
"Hello! Little witch, bout yay high, voice sounds like she smoked ten too many cigarettes, answers to the name Darla and a few other names that we won't mention." She mummbled the last part.
"Oh, come now. You can't honestly believe that Darla would blatently ruin dinner in spite of you?"
"Daddy, we are talking about the same daughter right?"
"Stop being a child. Jenny would love to meet Angelus and it would give us the proper time to get to know him and he us."
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." She said, narrowing her green eyes and unconsciously, gripping Angelus' hand tighter.
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"Lindsey, I'm going to need you at the mansion, the night of Ms. Perfects birthday." Darla said.
"Why?"
"To keep her busy, silly." she said.
"Busy how?" He asked, anticipation rising in his voice.
"Whatever it takes, babe." She smiled.
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Faith sat in a restaurant, waiting for her drink when a handsome and very nicely dressed man sat next to her at the bar.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, eyeing Faith's body.
"Depends on what you're buying, big boy." She smiled.
"What are you, a prostitute?" He asked.
"Hardly. I meant, what kinda drink you were buyin."
"Whatever the lady wants.
"I'll have a tall glass of Hypnotic light on the ice and please, fill her to the brim." She said to the bartender, never taking her eyes off of the man next to her.
2 hours later......
Faith sat, still nursing a second glass of the blue liquid as A very drunk and sloppy Lindsey, spilled his royal guts to her.
"So, yea, now I have to help that bitch ex wife of mine get Angelus and she won't even let me know the whole plan. All I know is that I get to distract that fine piece of ass of a sister she has and I can think of many ways to do that." He laughed, drunkenly, tossing back another shot of whiskey.
"So, sailor, when's all this supposed to take place?" Faith drawled, already fuming from the information she had been told and glad that she could very well handle her alcohol.
"Her birthday." He smiled, slobbering as his head hit the bar and he passed out. Getting up, she walked from the club with one thought on her mind: When the hell is Buffy's Birthday?
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"Rise and shine birthday girl!" Jenny announced, walking into the room. Every since she had met Buffy's new beau, she had known why Buffy had fallen head over heels in love. She watched as the golden princess let her eyes flutter open, she smiled.
"Morning Jenny. Is my birthday here already?" She asked.
"Well, I guess seeing as how this package was sitting on our door this morning with balloons and roses, Kaylani is downstairs cooking your favorite breakfast, your father is polishing your new car and I'm in here to give you my present now." She smiled.
"What is it?"
"This." She said, giving her a box. When she opened, she found a platinum tennis bracelet filled with diamonds.
"Oh, Jenny, it's beautiful. Thank you." She said, throwing her arms around her step mother. She grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her out of bed as the two giggled.
"And this was here this morning. I'm guessing from your cradle robbing boyfriend." she smiled as Buffy grinned at her. She smelled the roses and grabbed the package, ripping the paper open. Inside lay a beautiful white silk dress and a note.
"Wear this tonight and your ride will be there at nine. Love you, see you then.
                                                                                A."
Jenny looked at Buffy and giggled. Both women fled downstairs, still giggling and ate breakfast.
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Later that night, at the club.......
"Alright, I have two hours until I have to go. Buffy will be at the house in three." Angelus explained as he set about the task of organizing things in the club for the night. People were, as always, on the dance floor and he sat at the bar. Suddenly, he heard the clicking of heels and noticed a fried blond sitting next to him.
"Darla, what are you doing here?" he asked, sipping a glass of Irish whiskey.
"Here to see you of course." She said.
"Well, when will you understand that she's the only one for me. I'll never want you. Leave me alone. Leave us alone." He said.
"Oh, look, is that a fight over there?" She said, lying. As he turned to inspect her false claims, she slipped a powdered substance into his drink, which dissolved quickly.
"There's nothing there. Again, leave us be, Darla." He said, downing his drink and leaving.
"That may be, but after tonight, your precious Buffy will think the exact opposite.
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The night began like a fairytale. Giles and Jenny had gone out to dinner with some of their friends and Darla has miraculously disappeared. She had the entire house to her disposal to use to get ready for her evening with Angelus. She carefully chose her under garments, making sure they were sexy and sensuous. She chose a white lace push up bra, with a matching thong and garter belt. She knew that tonight was the night. The night she would officially become a woman, his woman. She dabbled on Victoria Secret's Angel and slid into the dress. The silk was so very soft and the cut of the garment was deadly, sexy. She felt light, confident in the dress and hoped that tonight she radiated that and more. Sliding into clear stiletto heels, she checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, making sure it was all in place. She had 30 minutes before her date. Sighing, she turned to get her diamond bracelet, but remembered she had left it in Jenny's jewelry box. Leaving her room, she crept down the deserted hall towards her parents room, lightening flashing its way through the windows. It was creepy and all of a sudden, she wished that the maids were still up and about. There was minimal lighting and the sudden storm made her grimace. Damnit! Her one perfect night was already starting to deter. No worries. She had the rest of the evening to make up for it.
"Evening beautiful." A cold voice sounded from behind. She tensed immediately and turned, staring her foe in the eyes. She was hoping it was her imagination. Hoping that her crazy mind would stop these dreadful tricks. As she turned and caught the vision before her, she knew tonight, her perfect world would shatter. Tonight, she would never be the same.
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"Victor, I don't feel so well." Angelus groaned as waves of dizziness and sickness overwhelmed him. He grabbed his head, attempting to steady the spinning room. It was no use.
"Dear boy, what seems to be the problem?" Darla's voice rang in.
"You bitch, what did you do to me?" He asked, knowing this had something to do with her.
"Whatever do you mean?" She asked, feigning innocence. Angelus swayed, trying to gain some balance but it was no use. He stood, stumbling drunkenly from the club as Darla followed, waiting for the full affect of the drug to take affect. When he passed out, Darla had the limo waiting, the muscle to move him and the power to make them drive.
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"What do you want?" She asked, putting on her best voice.
"That anyway to treat your guest, my dear?"
"You're not my guest. You're not my anything. Get OUT!" She said slowly, making sure he caught wind of everything she said. He simply stared, which grew to a glare and then he smiled, His smile was sickening, like a wild beast before it took its prey, salivating and grotesque at the mouth. She swallowed, uncontrollably and took a cautious step back, then noticing that her step backs had caught up with her and she was now up against a wall.
Cornered, the way he wanted her to be.
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He never knew he was being carried into his own deserted home, one that he had asked his family to vacate for the evening for his night with his goddess, nor did he feel Darla undressing him and caressing him.
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"Hey, anybody see Angelus around?" Faith asked, walking into the club.
"He was here earlier. That girl who had been harassing him for a while was here too. Seemed to be getting on his nerves too. I think he may have left though. Tonight he wanted to be with his girl. It's her birthday." JT finished and all the color drained from her face as she turned and ran from the door. Spotting Spike and her sister in the far corner, she detoured there.
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His hands were all over her. Everywhere he touched, burned and was rough, nothing like her Angelus. He abused her silky flesh and groped her roughly, making her whine and cry in pain. He had managed to rip er dress and was now pressing her into the wall with his body. She felt disgusted, violated and the more he touched, the more she begged him to stop. He simply ignore her request and when she tried to fight her, he merely slapped her quiet. She struggled with inner turmoil. Too scared to fight, but terrified not to try. With her last ounce of strength, she brought her knee up, just as Angelus had taught her, and ran. Lindsey fell to the floor, crooning in pain as Buffy fled the stairs and the house, holding her tattered dress to her bruised body as she ran down the beach towards Angel's house, remembering his words of solitude in the event of any kind.
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"Guys, we got a problem." Faith said, interrupting a kiss between the entwined couple.
"What is it?" Spike asked, glaring at Faith.
"Your sister, Angelus, something's going down tonight and I don't know where or what. We have to find them before its too late."
"Slow down and tell us the story." Spike calmed.
Faith retold the evens of the past 24 hours and Spike sat fuming.
"We have to go. Some one is going to get hurt and everyone better hope damned well it isn't my sister.
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The rain beat against her body as she ran until she was there. The house was dark and looked empty of life. The door wasn't locked, so she let herself in. She crept around the darkened house, looking for any clue, any sign of life. She walked into the den and stopped dead in her tracks. She found her love, entwined within the sheets with a blond resting on his chest. He appeared to be sleeping. Happily sated after a bout of love making. She wanted to vomit. She thought he loved her. Thought he was different that she was enough. She began to back away as the blond stirred and lifted her head. Darla's eyes met Buffy's and Buffy's eyes widened in horror. Surely she was seeing things. She covered her mouth to keep in the scream of painful agony as she turned and fled the house. She was broken. Her lip bled and throbbed and the places where Lindsey had grabbed her were starting to bruise. She fled back into the night, not looking back. Not looking at all.
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The three rushed to Angel's house to see Darla sitting in the couch, naked, sipping a glass of champagne, watching Angel sleep. They halted their steps, shocked and angry at what the saw.
"If I'd known we were having company tonight, I would have dressed for the occasion." She smiled. "Please, don't run out like our other guest."
"What other... Oh no...Please, don't tell me....Darla.....you bitch! Where is she?" Spike demanded, anger flaring at his sister.
"Angel? What did you do to him?" Dru asked, walking further into the room and approaching her family.
"I'll show you!" Spike said, rushing past her and grabbing Angelus from the ground.
"You bloody poof! You broke her heart! You did it! You...." Dru and Faith rushed over when they noticed he had not even moved, not even woken or flinched. They all turned back to Darla who was now looking a bit scared.
"What did you do to him?" They all asked.
"Nothing." She replied, looking for her clothing.
"Don't give me that bullshit. Lindsey spilled all the beans last night over a few drinks. We know you had this planned." Faith said, taking a deadly step towards Darla.
"And when he wakes and knows what you did, he's going to rip you to shreds. Right now, I need to find my sister." He said turning to look at Dru. "Ducks?"
"Go, we'll watch her until the police arrive and get him to the hospital. You go and find you sister.
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"Flight 283 to New York, New York is now boarding. All passengers, please make your way to the terminal." The announcer voiced over the speaker. She had no cloths, no money, except her ATM card and a plane ticket, one way, to New York. She would stay with Kate and hope that she would take her in, help to mend her heart and start a new life, away from Hawaii and away from Angelus. God, just the name made her want to fall to the floor in pain. How could he? All he needed to say was that he hadn't wanted her after all. Maybe all of the denial of Darla in her face was all fake and forced. She felt like a complete idiot. Silly bitch in love, she thought. She stood, still damp from the flight and boarded the plane, never looking back and never caring.

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The night had past and the morning had brought forth many things. Not to say these were good things, but things none the less. After waking from his catatonic state and hearing the pieced together story his family told him, Angelus had to be strapped to the bed by nurses and security to keep from hurting himself. No, that wasn't a problem. He was planning all the ways to rip Darla's head from her body and so far, he was only coming up with one: Just the old Grab and Rip! He was so broken that he could barely think straight. The love of his life was wandering somewhere, hurt because of his stupidity and Darla's manipulations. He didn't quite know where he was hurting, but the numb aching pain was there. It seemed to be coming from everywhere. He needed to see her, tell her, explain to her that the events from last night were a scam. That everything she saw wasn't real, or at least whatever went on last night, he was definitely not a willing participant. The more he thought about it the more he was sure that he wasn't a participant. Even in his weakened state, he was sure he couldn't and WOULDN'T get it up for Darla. No way, no how. Then his thoughts wandered back to his baby. His love. HE knew she was somewhere right now, hurting, scared, alone. He could feel her pain and it was ripping him in two. He had always known that she loved him. Loved him as much as he did her, if not more but this pain, the pain that he could cause was so great and hurt so bad that he wasn't sure that her tiny body could withstand any of it. He also noticed that the longer he lay around the hospital, the weaker the link got. She was running. That was for sure and he only hoped that he would be able to follow.
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She hadn't slept all night. All she could do was think about what she saw. The way they lay on the rug, his rug, the same rug that they had held each other on while he read her poetry and massaged her feet. She had been sick hours before, just thinking about the things she had witnessed and the more she breathed, the more she hurt. She wanted it all to end. She felt like her world was falling apart. S he felt so much pain through their link but couldn't decide whether it was her own or the fact that he probably now knew that he was caught. Damn him! And damn her for putting so much into him and into them as a couple. She wanted forever, he had promised her forever and he had proven just how long forever was. She knew she looked awful, but she didn't care. She felt worse. She just hoped the damn plane would land soon, so she could call and let her father know where she was and then let him know that she was not be found, by anyone including Spike. She only hoped she could heal, for the way she felt now, she thought she would die.
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"Well, mister Osborne. Everything seems to be fine and the drugs had left your system. Miss Giles is now in police custody. Your friend, William says that there is no word on your friend. I'm sorry. You'll be released as soon as your paperwork gets in." The doctor said, flipping his clip board down before walking out of Angel's room. He simply stared at the ceiling until he noticed there was a phone beside him. He reached for it, thankful they had un strapped him and dialed Dru's number.
"She's not here. She's gone." He stated, once he heard Dru's voice over the phone.
"Look, just take my word for it. S he's not here, in Hawaii. S he's gone. I want her found, as soon as possible."
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Stepping out of the taxi on the busy New York street was foreign to Buffy. Hopefully I'll be able to get used to it if she lets me stay, she thought, walking into the 10 story building, and hoping on the elevator to her sisters pent house. She was nervous. No, nervous didn't even explain it. For all she knew, her sister felt the same way about her that Darla did. Although they never got along, they never really spoke because of the age difference and interest. Well, she was here. She knocked on the door, pushing a stray hair behind her hair, attempting to keep her sour emotions in check. She could hear light footsteps approaching and turned from the door, praying that her sister wouldn't turn her away. She began wiping angrily at the tears on her face, willing them back into her tear ducts, but it was no use. The door swung open and she turned to the surprised eyes of her sister, Kate.
"Buffy..." She began before she noticed her sisters shaky appearance. She stood and waited for Buffy's eyes to meet her own before opening her arms and Buffy falling into them, openly crying and sobbing. Kate closed her eyes, she didn't know what was wrong, why her sister was here of all places, but she knew that it was time for her to be a sister. The one she never was. Never allowed herself to be.
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It was mid day and Angelus was now at home, staring out onto the beach. Still full of people it seemed to empty to him without her here anymore. He and the group knew who could tell Buffy's whereabouts, but he wasn't budging. No, Rupert Giles told them all to go to hell, including his son, and didn't look twice at his jail bound daughter. This wasn't the least of his worries. The police had investigated his house and took samples and found her blood there. What had she been doing there that night that would make her ditch the limo, that was on time and run here, bleeding? He couldn't shake the eery feeling that his love was hurt; both inside and out. His fist clenched and unclenched involuntarily until they hurt, while his jaws ground furiously against each other. HE was pissed. So pissed that he had refused to talk to anyone.
Still, his mind wondered back to his love. What could have made her run to him, what could have....
"You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. He was wrong and you were completely innocent. You have to know that." He said, looking into her eyes.
"But, I'm so scared of him. What if he does it again? What if he tries to hurt me and nobody is there to save me?" She asked, barely stopping her hysteria. He took her face between his hands.
"I will save you, always." He whispered, looking into her eyes.....
"Fucking Bastard!", he roared, throwing a glass against the wall and storing form his home. Jumping into his black viper, he sped to the hotel housing the lil fucker. He hoped he was wrong. He hoped he was so wrong about what he was thinking, because if he wasn't, he'd be joining Darla in jail and Lindsey would be on his merry way to hell.
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"Ok, calm down sweety and tell me what happened. Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?" Kate asked, taking the tea from the shaking girls hands.
"He hurt me. They both hurt me so bad, Kate." She sputtered.
"Both? There were two of them? Did they touch you? Force you to do anything?"
"Lindsey, Kate. He tried to.....he tried to force me, but I ran and then, Angelus...Darla...."
She cold barely speak.
"Okay, take a breath and tell me the story." Kate tried the sisterly approach instead of the cop interrogation approach.
"I've been seeing the most wonderful guy. His name is Angelus Osborne and we were, I was in love. The deepest love. He told me he loved me, only me and only wanted me, said I was enough. He said he'd always protect me. From Lindsey."
"Darla's Lindsey? Aren't they divorced?" Kate asked. Buffy shook her head, continuing the story.
"Last night, I was getting ready for my birthday with Angelus and Lindsey was there. We were all alone and he tried to force himself of me. Angelus lived up the beach, so in the rain, I ran to his house. When I got there, I saw him with Darla, on the rug. After that, I ran. Till my feet gave out and I ended up at the airport and then here."
"I see." Kate nodded.
"I feel like I'm going to die, Kate. I feel like I'm never going to stop loving him and like that love is going to kill parts of me everyday. He promised me. He promised me forever." She sobbed and Kate held her close.
"Stay as long as you like, sweety. I hear NYU is a pretty good school." She smiled and Buffy half sobbed, half laughed as she relaxed in her sisters hold.
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"Lindsey woke to the incessant beating on his door and he drowsily moped to the door. Not bothering to check who it was, he prayed whoever it was, had either long tanned legs or a trillion dollars. S winging the door open, his eyes became wide with alert and he tried to slam the door back shut. It was no use, Angelus was there and the door was now miraculously off the hinges.
"What did you do to her?" Angelus seethed, grabbing him by the collard of his robe.
"What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!" He demanded, but that only made Angel grip tighter.
"Don't play with me boy! I know you did something to her ad I know what you and Darla had planned and now she's gone. Darla's in jail and guess what? You're next so tell me what you did to her!"
"Look, you fucking prick, let me go or I'll calling secur..." And Angel's fist landed in his mouth, making him spit blood.
"Oh hell! I saw her, that was it."
"You're lying. The police found blood at my place and it was hers. What did you do to her?"
"Okay, we were just going to have a little fun. I thought she was playing hard to get so I upped the stakes. We didn't do anything though, I swear." He pled.
"You touch her?" He asked.
"Yea, but that was it."
"Where?" He asked, deadly.
"Man, come on, I was wasted last night, I don't remember. I'm sorry. Tell her I'm sorry." Lindsey begged, noticing that the more Angelus heard him talk, the redder his eyes became.
Before Angel could react, the police walked in.
"You have the right to remain silent, what you say can and will be used against you in a court of law....." the lady began to read.
"For what? What are you arresting me for?" He asked.
"Attempted rape."
"You better hope those charges stick, because if they don't I will kill you." Angelus said, letting him go, finally into police hands and walking from the room. Lindsey's word could not be trusted. He needed to find her and he needed her now!

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A month Later..........
"Kate, I'm home!" Buffy sang through the pent house, stepping in from the hall. She had just finished her day of classes and was anticipating a shower and her coffee later on with Gunn. He was her "new" best friend. She had been too hurt and too scared to call any of her friends from back home because she knew he was there. He was trying to find her and desperately. She had been withdrawn when she started classes at NYU. Gunn had been a student in her philosophy class and had immediately taken steps to pull her out of her shell. They were friends, just that, and good ones at that. He was carefree and good spirited and she had taken a liking to him. Sighing she dropped her bags on the floor and walked in further.
"In here sis!" Kate yelled, smiling at the thought and pride she felt to know her sister had chosen her to run to after all that went down in Hawaii. As for the events of her hometown, Kate wasn't sure how she felt about it all. Buffy had told her of the backstory, abut Lindsey and about her new love. She had chosen to stay quiet about all opinions and all advice, so far, allowing her sister o vent ad at least get her head clear. But knowing Darla, Kate knew that there was more to the story that wasn't being let out. She knew that if Darla was trying to get Angelus out of spite for their sister and if he was as in love as she assumed, there was more to the tale. They had a while till they had to deal with that though. It was not something Buffy had to face if she wasn't ready and Kate was fine with that. She had a sister, a friend, companion to hang with and that was alright.
"Hey, how was class today?" She asked.
"Same. Gunn and I are going to have coffee. You wanna come?" She asked.
"Nah, I need to finish reading this case. See you tonight." They finished before she walked off.
No, there was no need to deal with anything. Nothing at all. Or so she thought.
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Previous Day, in Hawaii.......
He was going crazy. He was going out of his fucking mind and nothing was going to bring sanity back accept his lady love. He sat at the bar, sipping a glass of Irish Whiskey and wallowing in self pitty. How could he have been so stupid. What was supposed to have been the best night of his life was ruined and turned into is worst nightmare. He wasn't sure he would even wish his emotions on his worse enemy, namely Darla and Lindsey. He felt like he was slowing slipping from the world, from himself and from his friends and family. He knew that Giles knew where she was. Everyday, he would go to his door and everyday, they would turn him away. He would beat the door until his hands were almost blue and then when they opened the door, they would tell him that Mr. Giles was not seeing anyone at that time and that Buffy was not home. How in the hell was he supposed to live his life when he couldn't even sleep without thinking about her. He knew he would need to go to the club this evening, but first he had a proposition for Faith.
That afternoon.......
The bell jingled as she opened the swinging glass door and stepped into the Magic Shop. "Nice Duds" she thought as her eyes raked over the contents and the contraptions. She held her bag at her side and found her target. Jenny Giles!
"Excuse me," Faith began politely, "I'm new in town and this is the first magic shop I've seen so far, Are there any others?"
"A few, but this one is pretty good. Welcome to my store. I'm the owner, Jennifer Giles. What can I get for you..."
"Faith. I need some spell books. I travel all the time and collect different books and things. I have a mother in Ireland who is a practicing Celtic Wiccan. I've traveled to different places so far and collected a lot of things."
"Well, we have some things over here. Where do you think you'll go after this?" She asked.
"Well, I was thinking maybe L.A or New York next, haven't really decided." She smiled.
"Oh, well, LA is full of stuff and New York also. I actually have two step daughters there and the oldest, Kate, is actually into that kind of thing. She has a small collection herself. Here, try this book." She said, turning to hand her the book and found Faith gone.
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"Found the princess cuz." Faith said through the loud haze of voices and music. Angelus' eyes almost popped from his head as he grabbed her arm and drug her into his office. He slammed the door shut and turned to her.
"Talk!" He almost growled.
"Hey, calm down. I'm on your side remember. Anyway, Mrs. Giles said she had two daughters in LA. Last I heard it was only one so I'm thinkin little bronze-surfing hood ran to grandsisters house, get my drift." She said.
"Yea, good job Faith. I need to call Dru and Spike. Call everyone. We may need everyone to get her back. Do me a favor and call and book us a light. I wanna leave tonight."
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Present time, late evening........
"So what's going on tomorrow Miss Blue Crush?" Gunn teased. Buffy raised an eyebrow to this and snorted.
"Those girls couldn't out surf me if they tied my legs together and beat me with my board. Anyway, I have a test tomorrow and then maybe...what? A movie night?" She persuaded. I don't know. Every since Fred left, I've been a little down. I'm glad we met. We were good for each other." He smiled, noticing the slight chill that ran down Buffy's body. "Cold? Hey look, it's rain...ing...." He trailed off at the ends as they turned to look into the eyes of a group of complete strangers, staring at them. A male, tall, in particular had a very blank stare on his face and the group around him looked shocked.
"What the..." Gunn trailed off before he noticed the ashen appearance of his companion. He turned back to see the group leaving and the male alone stood, watching, broken. He tore his eyes away and walked into the night. Into the rain. Letting the darkness consume him.
Buffy stared at the window long after he left, before breaking her gaze and looking to Gunn.
"You okay? Who are they?" He asked.
"That was my past. That was Angelus." She said, tears brimming her eyes.
"Come on, Sweetheart, I'll take you home." Gunn offered, standing and helping her stand.
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Stepping into her house, she came to face with the crowed of friends, minus Angelus. Kate sat with them, sipping tea. They had told her the entire story. Spike had filled her in on Darla's plots, Lindsey's involvement and then the plot to break them up. Kate cringed at the indecency. She knew her sister was a bitch, but that was plain evil. She chose to stay quiet as Buffy looked around the room, noting the faces of her friends.
"Hey B, long time no see." Faith spoke up.
"Faith." She replied, staring at Spike.
"Why'd you run off so fast, lil bit?" Spike asked his sister, standing.
"Didn't want to be there anymore. Where is he?" She asked, finally noticing the star of the show was not on the set.
"Oh, so now you care?" Spike asked, taking a step closer.
"You don't know what you're talking about." She warned.
"Oh, we all have a pretty good clue as to what we're talking about." Cordelia said. "I think it's you who doesn't have a clue."
"So you think it was cool to run like that? Buffy, we're your family. We cared about you. We were worried sick about you." Willow said, holding Oz's hand tighter.
"Well, I'm sorry. Perfect little Buffy is sorry she was a little imperfect. I at least thought I'd get some slack cut since my heart screwed me over, but gee, now that I think about it, I was so wrong to cut and run. Sor-fucking-ry!" She seethed.
"They're right, you don't know what you're talking about." Angelus said, stepping through the doors, soaked. Buffy spun around, eyes softening at his appearance and then hardening.
"Oh look everyone, we can now begin the Buffy Angel Show! The star has just arrived. What do you want?"
"You." He stated simply. She snorted.
"Well, perhaps you should have thought about that before you bedded my sister." She spat back. The group quietly stood.
"What were you doing there that night?" He asked.
"Doesn't matter."
"Why?" He almost yelled.
"He tried to rape me!" She yelled and everyone turned and gasped. They hadn't known this.
"Again, he tried to rape me again and you said you'd be there, you said you'd protect me forever, but you weren't. You betray me. You lied to me, so just leave." Cordelia opened her mouth to speak, but shut it and decided to usher the others out.
"Let me ask you something. Do you honestly think I'd cheat on you?" He asked.
"It's pretty obvious."
"No, answer me. Do you honestly think, in your heart, I would ever do anything to hurt you. I know you've felt me these past months. I know you knew I was in despair. I know you knew I was thinking about you. Why would I go through so much if it was all a fucking game? I was devastated. You left, you bailed without an explanation, without so much as a second thought."
"I was scared that night. I was so scared that he was going to hurt me. I came to your house and you were there, laying with her. HER! Explain that to me." She yelled, through tear filled eyes. Angelus started to comfort her, but decided not to. He needed to get this out.
"I was drugged." He began and she stared at him. Darla came to club as I was setting up to leave for our date and slipped me something. I woke up in the hospital the next morning and Spike and the gang told me what happened and you were gone. We couldn't find you anywhere and your father wasn't telling us." He said. She bagged away, shaking her head and turned.
"Lindsey was part of Darla's distraction for you, to get me there so that you wold find us. Lindsey of course wasn't all the way clued in, but he helped her none the less. They're both in jail now. So you see, baby, you don't know what you're talking about." He finished.
She turned then.
"How can that be, Darla wold never...."
"She would and she did, Buffy. Ask your family, my family. Its the honest truth."
"Oh my gawd!" she whispered. "No! No! Angelus...." She said, looking into his eyes. "How will you ever forgive me? How can I make this right?" She asked, crying and he took her in his arms.
"Shh, God Buffy, just let me hold you, let me love you. Please, because while you were gone, I felt like I couldn't breath, baby. I felt like I was dying." He whispered, clutching at her.
"But how can you forgive me for this? I ruined our perfect relationship. I doubted our love, our future. How can you still love me?" She asked, tears falling down her face. He smiled, happy that she was bo longer mad at him, no longer doubting them and her tears and inhibitions seemed so small and he leaned in to kiss her. It started out soft, almost unfamiliar and then it deepened, both couples dying for the taste they had so long been denied. Breaking it apart, he grabbed her face between his two hands, kissing her lips gently as they smiled.
"I just need to know one thing. That guy, in the cafe, was he your..?" he trailed off at the end.
"He's just a friends, my very good friend and I hope you'll agree to meet him." she smiled at his jealousy. He sighed in utter relief.
"Come with me?" He asked.
"Anywhere." She whispered back truthfully before launching herself into his waiting arms. He moved to the doors with her in his arms, and carried his love from the house to a destination, neither cared about.
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It was pretty miraculous how all the yelling stopped all of a sudden and it was peaceful. It was so peaceful that everyone thought it necessary to check and make sure that the two love birds were still alive and hadn't murdered each other in cold blood. Shuffling into the room, they all came to a stand still. The suspected couple were no where to be found.
"Is this a good thing or should we maybe file a missing person's report?" Xander asked, trying to ease the crowed. They simply, sighed and looked at each other, wondering what in the hell had happened.
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The couple in question held hands loosely, yet securely as the driver drove them to an expensive hotel that Buffy cared not to know the name of. She instead concentrated on her mate and the link between them. The two were beyond words. They simply sat in the loudest silence, the only noise was the knowing and the love and longing felt between the two. Buffy had never felt this way before. She was hot and her body felt ripe. She felt as though any minute, she would come out of her very skin and whither away if she didn't touch him soon. She couldn't define reason or purpose that meant that they were not going to join as one. She saw her eyes in his. She saw her heart in his. Now she wanted to see her body with his. She began to gently squirm in her seat, wishing the heavens to give her patience and to tame her wild erotic urges.
Angelus sat there, softly purring at Buffy's sexual tension as she squirmed gently next to him. He was very pleased that she seemed to be on the same exact page he was, and that her body was craving his just as badly. The waiting seemed like forever and Angelus tightened his hand around hers, telling her that the ache would end soon.
Soon came slower than either would have wanted, but when it came, they were out of the car, into the lobby, getting keys and hitting the elevator with stealthy urgence. Once the door locked, Buffy sighed at the sight of an old man, who had quickly caught the elevator just as the doors had closed. She had wanted to touch him, kiss him, something while they waited for the elevator to arrive, but all seemed short lived when the man smiled and stood in front of them.
Angelus remained neutral. Instead, he let his talented hands wander to her shoulder and down her small back to cup her ripe potent ass. She withheld a strangled gasp at his contact and bold action and a flood of sweet ambrosia flooded her heated core and sent shudders through her slightly spasming womb. Once the elevator clicked to their floor, they almost railroaded the elder man to get from his view as the doors closed, shielding him from their view. With a sigh, Angelus captured her pouty lips, quickly shoving his tongue into her accepting mouth as he walked them both backwards, hoping they reached the room soon.
Buffy ran her hands up and down his broad back, gently squeezing the hard muscles there. She glided on air as he gently lifted her off of her feet to get to their room a little quicker than they were. She molded her body into his, trying to pull him into her, getting drunk off of his lips, his soul, his kiss. Finally reaching the room, he fumbled with the key, harshly sliding the card through the sensor and waiting for the green light to flash.
Said light flashing, he opened the door, breaking the kiss to look into her face.
"I love you so much right now. I don't think you could even understand." He said seriously. She simply smiled. Deciding to save what she had to say for the love-making, she replied with a breathy, "Show me!" and left the rest up nature. He kissed her lips, walking her backwards to sit in a chair. He looked down at her before grabbing a foot stool and sitting himself in front of her. Her eyes were glossy and passionate, fire almost blazing through her blood, burning his flesh. He reached down to lift her clothed foot, removing its shoe and sock, revealing tanned pretty toes painted a bright pink color. He smiled at her girly-ness before kissing her sole. He then moved to her toes, softly kissing each one, then snaking his tongue between every space in between. She was softly moaning now and that only fueled his actions on. He began to suck every toe into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around each and laving them. She was now panting, short breaths puffing as he continued on the other foot. After giving it full attention, he trailed up her muscular legs, kissing her bronzed calves and the backs of her knees, which again, sent a new wash of pleasure to her core. By the time he got to the inside of her thighs, his shirt was gone and she was almost irritated with longing. He spread her legs, inhaling her arousal before nuzzling her inner thigh. He then began nuzzling her sex through the thin material of her silk underwear. She arched into him when his nose made sweet contact with her swollen clit, her juices soaking through the material. He, instead of removing the entire article, chose to tease her instead and began to kiss her inner thighs as his hands rubbed her through the material. She began to moaned, a sound which he discovered only made him more aroused. Licking at her thighs he gave pity on her and delved into her center, eliciting a high pitched squeal from his favorite dish.
Buffy, already over come with love and passion was out of her mind with arousal at Angel's ministrations. Once he began the intimate kisses and sucks on her most private area, she was sent careening into orgasm, becoming the world's quickest cummer.
Angelus, not finished eating her and drinking down her essence, continued to delve into her nether lips, slurping, kissing, and sucking at her until he felt her silken walls begin to quiver around his tongue. Sensing her approaching orgasm, he inserted one finger and then two, latching his mouth to her swollen clit, and drove her into oblivion.
When she came down, Angel was kissing her, a act that should have been disgusting since she was tasting herself, but it only sent a new flood of moister to her already soaking core.
"You're so beautiful, mo gra." He whispered, fondling her breast through her bra. She could do no more than smile as he bent his head to suckle at her hard peaks. She again moaned out, squeezing her legs together, attempting to stave the ache once more building there.
"I love you so much. I'll never run again. I swear it on my life!" She pledged, the heat and emotion flowing between the two like a swift river.
She reached down, undoing his pants and kissing him softly as her hand massaged him through the material and he groaned. She deepened the kiss at that, pushing his pants down his marrow hips and he stepped out of them. She stood then, wrapping her arms around his neck and she continued to plunder his mouth and then broke away.
"Make love to me?" She pleaded, green eyes wide with want, fearing rejection, wanting acceptance.
"For the rest of our lives." He replied and swooped down to capture her lips again, lifting her petite body from the floor and walking to the bedroom. Once there, he lay her an the bed and lay beside her, half laying on her. S he sighed as his mouth returned to hers and he suckled her tongue, gently biting her bottom lip, just to lick his way back to her enjoyable little mouth. Removing the rest of his clothing and hers as well, he positioned himself between her tiny hips, feeling the heat from her core like an oven. He looked into her green eyes, searching for any doubt and found none. Buffy kissed him, giving her ever so willing consent as he gently probed her opening with his engorged flesh. He was halfway in when he reached her barrier. She was slightly squirming from his size and current position and he knew that this was going to be sore.
"Don't stop, Angel, please. I need you. Never stop." She pleaded and he reached between them to find her clit, rubbing and pinching to send her over the edge. As she exploded, he broke her barrier, impaling her to the hilt and Buffy sucked in a breath at his size and the pain that shot through her senses. He remained completely still at first, not wanted to make her uncomfortable and wanting to let her adjust to his size. She lay there, gazing up at him, searching his eyes for something.
"Forever?" She asked, breathless.
"And then some." He replied and began to thrust shallowly into her.
Their coupling became more frenzied as they each neared their peaks. Angelus had began a torturously slow, yet powerful rhythm and was now insane with desire and need. Eh felt his own release nearing as Buffy's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow.
"Look at me." He commanded and her head stopped and her eyes shot open to look into his.
"I want to see your face...when you cum....I want to see you." He grunted out. She nodded, groaning at him and his request.
"I love you, I'm so sorry...for....everything." She said before her world exploded, arching her body erotically underneath him as she came so hard, stars exploded over her eyelids. Her orgasm sent his in effect and he shot his warm seed deep into her responding womb. Her walls continued to contrict around him, gently milking hi for everything that he had and then some.
Collapsing onto her, she held him when he attempted to roll over, appreciating his manly weight that she missed.
"Please, let me hold you, just for a minute." She asked and he sighed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cherried lips. The two lovers fell into a deep slumber, Angelus still joined with her flushed body, his head on her soft chest.
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" I tried to kill him." He began, holding her tightly as he smoothed her hair. "When I put two and two together and knew you were there, that night. I knew it was because of him. Because he had hurt you. I thought, I thought you were hurt and I couldn't stand it. I'm sorry love. I failed you. I promised and I'm sorry." Angelus said, kissing her bare shoulder as his hand spanned her womb.
"That night, was like a nightmare. Everything in me broke that night. I was so scared, so hurt. The very wind could have blown me to ashes and I didn't care. I wanted the pain to stop. So I ran here. I'm sorry I didn't stick around. I'm sorry I ran off and didn't ask questions." She sniffed.
"No, don't you dare apologize. You are the victim here. I should have known. I should have fucking been there. Any normal person would have done what you did." He said, kissing her nape.
"I miss home." she said without thinking.
"You want to go back?" He asked, holding his breath, waiting for her answer. She turned her body to his, throwing her arms around his neck, pressing her warm body to his, ignoring his question.
"I love you so much, Angel. What happened tonight was so beautiful and you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world, only person in the world being made love to. Home is where you are. Wherever you are, I'll go, if you'll have me." He kissed her tenderly then, shifting her body below his and he made love to her all over again.
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