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Backstory: Future fic. This is sort of a sequel to my story "Realizations." Takes place after Buffy season 7 and Angel season 4. "Home" never happened, Connor is still with us…please read "Realizations" on this site for any questions. It's been four years since Angel/Buffy have been together for any period of time. Now together, how do they deal with their rising desire to be together? Is there a magical influence at work?
Feedback: Yes, please. This story is my test for writing love scenes. Let me know what you think.
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Running, always running. The wind whips my hair back from my forehead, as I glance back at the very large, very angry Madrock demon chasing me. I pull up behind a large gravestone, and ready my sword. It charges around the corner, roaring and ready for my blood.
Snick! No more head. Quick work made of a very annoying adversary. I wipe the blade on the grass. God forbid I should get "gooey demon blood" on her sword. It was given to her by Giles, so it's obviously special. Also very sharp, to my good fortune.
Heavy panting and the pelting sound of running feet catch my ears- damn, my work is never done. Crouching, I hold the short blade over my head, ready to sweep it down into the next opponent.
"Whoa, Angel! No disemboweling your friendly neighborhood slayer," she stops almost on a dime. I lower the blade, chagrinned. "Sorry, Buffy. I'm a little on edge, I guess." I hand her the blade back. "It's been a rough week."
"How is Cordy today? Better?" she takes the blade, inspects it, trying not to look me in the eyes. Damn, but she still gets jealous. I had thought the conversations we've had over the past week should have cured her of that. It's a nice feeling, though, admit it. I quiet my mind and take my love in my arms. I sigh into her hair, breathe her in. "Yes, love, she's much better. No visions, but we're still waiting. Connor is with her now. Although, I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse." She wraps her small arms around my waist and rests her forehead on my chest. "Angel," she says into my shirt, "I'm sorry." "For what?" I ask her. "For being…a jealous bitch. I'm not trying to honestly!" she raises her head and finally looks into my eyes, "I just… what we have is so new again…I don't know what I would do if I lost you," this last comment is so subdued I can barely hear her.
"Buffy, trust me, you won't. Ever again. We've been over this. How else can I prove to you that we belong together?" I tilt her chin up so I can scan her beloved face.
"Kiss me?" she says shyly, which rockets an almost burning sensation through my whole body. I comply happily.
Slowly at first. I love to tease her by just barely touching my lips to hers. It's always her that intensifies it. Tongues brushing just slightly, I pull away and move to her neck, to that mark I made there so many years ago. I kiss it once, then begin to suckle it. Ah, God.
She shudders and sighs beneath my ministrations. Nothing like a night of running and fighting to kick up the libido. Which can cause a problem, idiot. Stop now! Stop! Or not, maybe a few kisses won't hurt. She grabs my face between her hands and pulls my mouth to hers. Our passion grows WAY more powerful than I had wanted it to. We sink to the ground, the "gooey" blade forgotten.
She pushes me to the ground, and grins almost ferally. "Do you feel it, too?" she asks. "If you mean the roaring libido, yeah, it's kind of hard to ignore. Do you always get this way after slaying?" I pant back at her. "Want to find out?" she wiggles her eyebrows, which elicits a laugh from me. She lays out fully on top of me, and rests her head in the crook of my neck.
"I can't tell you how much I missed this. It's like I'm sixteen again, and we're sneaking meetings at Sunny Rest," she says. "However, given all the crap that happened that year, I really shouldn't want to remember it. God, what a lifetime ago." I remember it, too. Angelus. That idiot. Because of him, because of me, I destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me and went to hell. I don't blame her for not wanting to relive it.
"Buffy, that year was crap. But believe me, love, there are things about that time I would never want to forget. You were so different, yet it's like it was yesterday sometimes. I'll always remember that teenage girl who made me feel again. Because of you I got to live again, to almost breathe," I sit up, with her still in my lap," You were, you are my destiny, and I'll never be able to express how grateful I am to you for that. It's…almost overwhelming sometimes." Now it's my turn to be shy.
She gives me the look, the one of love and the only version of the sun I'll ever see again. "That's the most wonderful thing you've ever said to me," she traces the line of my lips with her fingers, the Claddagh ring she wears that matches my own ring glinting in the moonlight.
Well, that does it. The ardor comes raging back. She looks at me, lips suddenly parted and eye lids half closed with the desire that is suddenly racing through us both.
"God, you make me feel…" she starts, and before she can finish we're together, our fingers entwined, her hair blending with my own as we kiss. And kiss. And kiss. Oh, do we kiss.
I start awake sometime during the next midmorning. "Wha?" I state blurrily, scrubbing my face with hands. I realize what woke me is the buzzsaw snoring that is coming from the petite figure in the bed next to me. Uh, wait, next to me? I also suddenly realize that I'm in a tank top and boxers and Buffy is IN THE SAME BED with me. I leap out of the bed in shock, succeeding only in getting completely tangled in the sheets and crashing so macho manly onto my face.
Buffy bolts upright with her own, "Wha?" and whips her head around the room, trying to see the elephant that apparently trampled through the space.
A small giggle at first, then a full blown guffaw spews from her lips.
"Very funny," I mumble, trying to maintain some dignity while struggling to disintangle myself from the bedclothes. I finally give it up and join in her now hysterical laughter.
We finally drift off into only occasional giggles from her, and small smiles from me. "You okay?" she asks, only partly joking.
"Yes, dear," I state back flippantly. My skill of showing wounded pride is only sometimes surpassed by my brooding skills.
"Here, let me help you," she crosses around the end of the bed, clad only in a oh my god sheer nightgown. I can see that her underwear is pink. "Uh, no, I'm fine, Buffy, reallyIcangetuponmyown," I scramble away from her in a desperate attempt to avoid contact. Her hand brushes mine as she reaches for the sheets.
Again, the sensation of just her hand on mine rips through me like fire. What is this? Why is it so intense this time? I'm feeling double the…feeling I used to sense the whole time we were together so long ago. I look at her to see if she notices it too.
She's frozen, half way bent over, eyes wide and staring at me. We just look at each other, knowing what the other one wants, but so afraid to do anything.
"Angel!" Banging on the door breaks the spell. It's Gunn. We both jump, pull away from each other. I get myself untangled, and cross the room to the door. Pull it open.
'Yeah, Gunn, whats…? What is it? Is it Cordy?" I'm already reaching for my robe.
"Vision time, buddy." He tells me, smiling slightly. "She's asking for you."
"Wait, Angel, let me come too," Buffy is beside me, wearing one of my button down shirts over her nightgown. Oh, it looks good on her. Makes me want to rip the buttons off and…Whoa. Slow down, man. Concentrate. Look at Gunn. "I'll be right there," I tell him, and he nods.
"I'll tell her." He walks away, and I close the door, collapsing against it with an audible sigh of relief. Buffy is still there next to me.
"Angel, what's going on?"
"I don't know, but I'm about to find out. Cordy's had another vision, and we…"
"I don't mean with that. What's going on with us? It feels different this time, more…intense. I can almost smell you, feel your hands on me even when we're apart. It's scaring me," she finishes, chewing her lip in worry.
"I know, I feel it too. It's like…I'm on fire all the time. I feel like if I don't touch you…I'll burn up. Literally." I finish lamely, not sure how to put the feeling into words.
"Something's going on here, Angel, something different. Can you still contact the Oracles? Maybe they have an answer," she finishes in a rush.
"Don't you like it?" I say almost angrily, and slap my hand over my mouth as I realize how I sound. Her face becomes drawn, eyebrows slanting toward one another in a frown.
"Okay, now I know something's not right. I know you don't mean that…right?" she asks, an element of fear creeping into her voice.
"Oh, God, Buffy, you know I don't. I'm sorry, love, I'm really sorry. I wouldn't ever hurt you," I finish, and right then I can't bear to not be touching her. I pull her to me, and envelop her in my arms.
That feeling again, except this time it's more warm fuzzy than SEX! screaming in my mind. She's shaking a little, and I squeeze her as tightly as I can without hurting her. "What the hell's going on, Angel?" she whispers. "I don't know. I don't. But if there's a way to find out, I will. I haven't spoken to the Oracles since…" I stop myself, realizing that the time I would have spoken of she won't ever remember. And that's a whole other can of worms I did not want to open.
She's looking at me now, and the warm fuzzy feeling goes away and is replaced by the lust monster way too quickly. Our mouths are rapidly and unexpected locked together in a kiss of colossal proportions. She rips my robe off as her hands are everywhere on me. We drop to our knees, kissing desperately, her little hands grabbing me by the hair, pulling me closer. God help me, I can't stop. I knock her violently to the floor and jerk my shirt apart, buttons flying. I pull her nightgown over the top of her head, and she's helping me! Gods, I can't stop! I stare at the half naked body of my beloved, for the first time since that cold November day that she will never remember, despite her sobbing promises to never forget. THAT thought makes the anger come surging back. I growl at her, and drag her upright, burying my face in her chest. She gasps aloud, and cries out in pain? Pleasure?
I run my tongue between her breasts, feeling her heartbeat under it. That makes me shudder and cry out. She's running her hands up and down my back, jerking the tank top over my head, ripping it in the process, crying my name, begging me to take her there on the floor. This is NOT like last night. This is oh so much worse.
She pushes my head closer to her breast, moaning in supplication as I finally touch her nipple with my tongue. Oh. My. God. It is rock hard in a second, as I nip it and suck it, almost weirdly fascinated by her reaction. Don't stop, you won't hurt her, you can stop before…I move to the other nipple, licking it, then blowing a soft breath of cool air over it just to see it pucker like the other.
Buffy pulls me by a handful of hair to face her again.
"What the…what are you doing? Oh my God!" she exclaims, and her head jerks back as if someone pulled it with a string. I realize that I have touched her between her legs without even feeling it. Okay, that's it. With a snarl, I throw myself bodily away from her, landing on my stomach on the tile.
We lay like that, separately but together, a line of invisible energy connecting us to one another.
I finally manage to roll over onto my back. Lifting my head slightly, I look at her, hoping against hope she is alright.
She's crying.
Sobbing, half naked and so beautiful lying on my bedroom floor. I crawl to her, half knowing it's a BAD IDEA to get close to her so soon.
"Angel, Angel," she chants, and then I cry, not that sound, I can't bear her calling my name with such pain.
"I can't do this," she says when I reach her side, I lay down next to her, our faces inches apart.
"Please…please," I tell her, desperate to say anything that will take the look of utter devastation out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, oh God, I'm sorry…I tried to stop, but it was like someone was controlling me." A fresh wave of tears interrupts me. "No, love," she echoes my own endearment back to me, "I mean I can't not do this. I can't stay away from you. Not even for a second. Please, Angel, you've got to go to the Oracles. Find out what's happening to us, who's doing this. Because if you don't…something will happen. Soon."
"Maybe Cordy might have some idea…" oh god! I forgot about Cordy. I scramble up and throw my only slightly tattered robe back on. "I forgot. I need to see her now. She'll know what to do," I finish, my voice cracking on the last word.
I look at my love, who now has a storm of anger etched across her brows.
"Yeah, I'm sure she does. Maybe she can show you how much she does know," she spits out, then widens her eyes when the realization of what she has said hits her. Her face crumples. I want to run to her, to hold her, to run my hands through her hair, to kiss her, to…STOP! I back away from her, even though my every nerve is screaming to feel her skin on mine.
"Go, Angel. Talk to your seer. She's got to have some idea of what to do. God knows we're fresh out," she barks out with a harsh laugh. I hate to hear that tone of voice from her pretty mouth. That mouth…
I back hastily out of the door, slamming it shut when I get to the hall, a last vision of my soul mate wrapped in her own arms, shivering in just her underwear on my floor. Damn right we're out of ideas. I hustle down the stairs, Cordy will know what to do, Cordy will know.
To Be Continued…..