Angel brushed a few strands of blonde hair out of her face as she slept, then leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He moved off of his bed to let the Slayer sleep a minute longer, but he heard her whine ever so gently and turned his head back towards her.
"Where are you going?" Buffy asked, slowly opening her eyes.
"I was going to let you sleep." Angel admitted, then sat on the edge of the bed again.
Buffy blinked a couple of times rather quickly, then she moved on to her side, facing Angel. "Well I'm awake now. Stay with me?"
A small smile painted Angel's lips and he moved so he was reclining on the bed with the Slayer. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead again, then looked down to her. "Of course."
Buffy closed her eyes again as Angel kissed her forehead and she moved after him, catching his lips passionately before he could pull too far away.
Angel returned her kiss, setting his hand on the small of her back and sliding her in closer. She was so warm, so soft and delicate, even despite being the Slayer. He wanted it all and wanted it so much it hurt. After living for so long, Angel had endured many varieties and degrees of pain, but the pain of wanting Buffy was by far the worst.
The vampire pulled Buffy against him as he started moving his lips in a more aggressive manner, though not overpowering. When the Slayer responded by looping her arm around to the back of his neck and adding her own flame to the kiss, he felt the hunger for more starting to grow in his gut. He pushed Buffy on to her back slowly as he slipped his hand from the small of her back towards her hip and moved partially over her, though keeping most of his weight off of the Slayer and on the arm he had on the mattress.
He could feel the heat radiating off of her, the heat he didn't have due to his vampiric nature. Angel wanted nothing more than to share that feeling, to feel the warmth.
Angel slipped his fingertips up beneath the hem of Buffy's shirt and left his hand there, feeling her give a slight shudder. He knew it was probably because he was cold to the touch; that or she was craving his touch. The vampire pulled his lips away from Buffy's and he slipped his other hand beneath her shirt as well, again feeling her tremble.
"Angel…" The Slayer whispered and tilted her head, exposing her neck.
Angel moved down and placed a few tender kisses there on her neck. If he had a beating heart or needed to breathe, both his heartbeat and breathing rates would by rapidly increasing, just as Buffy's were. He heard her heart beating inside his head and felt her skin grow warmer.
The warmth was taunting him, begging him to take comfort in it, and he felt his ability to refuse the heat diminishing as he started to push the Slayer's shirt up.
For far too long he had been cold, freezing even without her. For far too long he had ached for the Slayer. He knew nothing but cold without her, and he hungered for heat, and only the heat Buffy gave.
Buffy lead Angel's lips back to hers and they met in a blaze of burning passion, both lovers craving to feel the other. He could feel her warmth running up in to his hands, through his arms, warming every part of him.
'Oh Buffy…'
Angel opened his eyes quickly, close to sweating, and found himself staring up at the ceiling of his room in the Hyperion.
"Buffy?"