RATING: NC-17: B/Aus (God it's been so long since the last one....
too long.)
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Buffy broke the deep kiss she shared with Angel as she stared into
his eyes.
"I love you." she brushed his lips gently, "I just wanted to tell you
without the Drusilla-factor."
Willow's voice came from near the exit of the Bronze, "Buffy?"
She withdrew from his lap as he stared at her in a daze.
"I gotta go walk them home," she held his hand at a distance before
kissing his open palm, "See you tomorrow?"
He nodded dumbly as he watched her go, mesmerised by her every
action.
She loved him.
In his two-hundred and forty-four years of his existence, no-one had
ever told him those words with the knowledge of all the heinous
crimes he had committed. No-one had ever told him those words and
touched him so deeply.
//Beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men
Buffy scanned the Bronze eagerly the next night, needing to find her
Angel.
She had been slightly disenchanted when, for the second time she had
offered her profession of love and received nothing in return.
Tonight she was looking for answers.
But the answers found her.
//Little girl wants to make her home with him
"Hey baby." Buffy heard in her ear as she was grabbed from behind,
pushed against a hard, unyielding chest.
"Hi." she whispered through her girly smile.
Buffy felt him move his head, bypassing her cheek and towards her
lips.
She flinched away, but just barely.
"No," she mock-pouted, "you're late. You don't get a kiss."
//Don't know what you asked for//
He smiled, "Ok."
He turned once more to her cheek and gently brushed his lips against
the soft skin he found there.
He mumbled against her cheek bones, "'Cos I had something to tell you
anyway."
His hands crept further around her waist, finding the hem of her
tank-top, toying with it.
"It's about that thing you said yesterday,"
His lips trailed down her jawline to meet her neck.
"Uh-huh..." Buffy urged him along, not really caring about anything
else that had to be said at that moment.
"No-one's ever told me that. It never meant that much to me before.
But you know something?"
Buffy shivered as his fingers lightly brushed her breasts before
continuing their journey upwards.
"What?"
"No-one has also made me truly, and completely happy."
His fingers gently pushed the straps of her top aside so his mouth
could come into contact with her bare shoulder as he whispered
agaisnt it, "You amaze me."
His nouth hovered just above her jugular as he spied his childe in
the corner of his eye.
Buffy was breathing rapidly, anticipating his next move, before he
broke away.
"Let's dance."
//I've loved so many times that I've drowned them all
Buffy followed willingly to the dance floor, compliant to his every
move.
She had been so caught off-guard with his reaction to her profession.
She had been expecting him to shy away as he and done on previous
occasion, but this, she could only go where he led.
The wicked bass line set the grinding pace, Buffy finding herself
trapped once more in the circle of his arms.
There was something else about him tonight, something she had never
seen before, perhaps in the way he looked at her with open passion,
or the way he was holding her just that little bit closer...
//Don't know what you asked for//
He dipped her, Buffy luxuriating in the reckless, helpless feelings
that action induced as he shared an unkown look between himself and
the woman in white across from him in the shadows.
//Don't know what you asked for//
Drusilla's eyes glinted.
"You see, Spike," she gloated to her companion, "I told you Daddy was
back."
//Stay with me under these waves tonight
Spotting an approaching Scooby, he turned his back to face them,
effectively blocking the view of their precious Slayer.
He lowered his head, scooping her tiny form in his arms and raising
her to his level, and kissed her soundly.
He broke off, both panting from the rush of emotions that accompanied
so simple an action.
"Let's get outta here."
//All young lovers know why
They crashed through her bedroom door, shedding clothing as they
went, consumed by the heat that threatened to swallow them whole.
They stood in a puddle of clothes, half naked to each other, grasping
desperately at any pieces of flesh that were available.
They slowly lowered themselves to the ground, forgetting in their
feverish pace, the bed that stood but two feet away.
She lay beneath him, the timid girl with trepidation in her eyes,
"Angel, I've never...."
"Sssh," he whispered soothingly, kissing both her eyelids, "just let
me lead."
Buffy reached blindly upwards, finding the nape of his neck and
pulling him down to her, kissing him earnestly, her only response.
His mouth fused with hers, as he made sure he allowed her to cling
onto the only familiar action she had. His hands moulded her arms
chastely, before returning to her shoulders and dancing around the
boundaries of her bra.
The tiny touches titilated the inexperienced child, arching softly
into his
hands, yearning for more.
"Do you want me to take it off?" He asked huskily against her mouth.
Buffy bit her lower lip as his hands continued, only able to nod as
an answer.
She felt him reach behind her back, undoing the delicate clasp and
lifting the bra from her torso, placing it away from her sight.
His mouth lowered to her right breast, placing tiny, butterfly kisses
around her areole as she gasped.
"Better?"
"Uh-huh."
He grinned as he swapped breasts and allowed his fingers to trail
down her taut abdomen, circling past her curls and reaching her
creamy, soft thighs.
Buffy's breath hitched as she felt cold finger tips follow
centripetal motion along the inside of her thighs, making small,
anxious noises in her throat as they proceeded further upwards,
coinciding with the increased tension concentrated on the nipple
which he was currently suckling on.
She unconsciously loosened her thighs as she further and further
allowed herself to become lost in his touch, in the assuredness of
his movements.
She heard him chuckle at the noise ofprotest she made as his mouth
left her breasts, coming again to assault her lips as he changed his
positioning to her body.
Buffy was in love with his mouth, that cold cavern engulfing her
fiery heat.
The head of him nudged at the mouth of her opening, before slowly,
slowly, pushing into unchartered territory.
She clutched onto his shoulders tightly, drawing blood at the
finger-tips.
The restraint in his voice was evident, "You ready for me, baby?"
She nodded quickly before he inserted himself to the hilt, breaking
her last wall as she moaned, long and loud.
He pulled out almost all the way before, just as gently pushing back
in,
accustoming her to the feeling.
He paused.
"Shit!" he swore, "God, Buff, you're so tight."
He'd never sworn before her, but she didn't care. Everything was so
extreme with this new scenario, everything so raw, so unrestrained.
She loved it.
Tired of the waiting and catching on quickly, Buffy lifted her hips
upwards to meet his.
He smirked.
"Eager little student aren't we?"
She grinned in return.
"You think you're ready for the next round?"
"Why don't you show me?" she asked breathily.
He suddenly became deadly serious. "Wrap your legs around me."
She did so, interlocking her ankles at the small of his back as he
began his movement, sawing in and out of her, gradually gaining in
tempo, before he was pounding her into the floor.
She was screaming sporadically, his thrusts becoming less and less
measured as she began to shudder beneath him, suddenly the vocal
strain too much as she began in an open-mouthed wonder, starting to
strain just that little bit further, to clutch just that little bit
harder and to push just that little bit more urgently.
She came with his name on her tongue, drenching his cock as his seed
flooded her vagina, the two collapsing on the floor in a sated tangle
of limbs.
//You know damn well where you'll go.//
Buffy woke the next morning with the curtains drawn and the arms of
her lover held tightly round her.
"Morning sleepy head."
"Mmm, morning."
She sighed contentedly.
"I feel.... different. Do you feel different?"
"I feel like a new man."
She smiled, "It's a brand new world."
"That's right, baby," Angelus agreed with a golden glint in his eye,
"the world is about to change."
END
SUMMARY: Who said Angel had to lose his soul during sex?
DISTRIBUTION: LMK where it's going.
DISCLAIMER: OBJ - Owned By Joss. Song by Jeff Buckley.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: YET ANOTHER songfic...... hehe, new obsession, sorry.
Secret compartments hide all of the skeletons//
In the middle of the shore she wonders
Don't know what you asked for//
From their coral graves they rise up when darkness falls
With their bones they'll scratch the window, I hear them call
Don't know what you asked for//
Be free for once in your life tonight//
Nightmares blind their minds eye
Your rube is young and handsome
So new to your bedroom floor
You know damn well where you'll go//