To Tame a Demon

A fic by: Angel's blue eyed girl and Vixangel

Rating: M Disclaimer: Grr… still a huge no, but I do like to play with them!! lol!

To: Red thank you for beta reading this for us. You rock!

Vix, (my partner) thanks for sharing your magic with me sweetie. I'm having such a blast writing this with you. :)

A/N: Okay, first can I just say I am so psyched at the response this fic has gotten. Wow, you guys just love Angelus! Summer and Roxy—aren't you proud right now? lol! All of you who have R&R'd this fic—I can't say thank you enough. You are all the best!

Betcha guys are surprised I'm already posting on this fic huh? Especially since I just posted the latest chappie of Awakening yeaterday, dun-da-da-da! This week I'm Super Jen! lol! Kidding. Nah, honestly, me and Vix have been plotting this chappie for awhile! Hope ya enjoy it! :) :)

Jen

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Chappie 4

The Cemetery:

"You hit me!" Buffy reigned in her need to pound him into the ground; she was stronger than him—even with his 'super juice'.

She was angrier than Riley had ever seen, so he back-pedaled in an effort to keep her under his control. "I'm sorry, baby." He kneeled down to help her up, but Buffy scooted away from him.

"Get away from me," she gritted out as she got to her feet.

Riley scrambled up after her and tried to touch her. "Buffy, please, you know I didn't mean—"

She pulled away and glared at him. "Don't touch me! I mean it, touch me again and I'll kick your ass…got it?"

Rage pulsed through him and he had to clench his fists and jaw to keep from hitting her again. He put on his best 'puppy dog' face. "You know I'm sorry, Buffy…I can't believe I just did that. God, let me make it up to you."

Buffy eyed him warily. He looked sorry, but she was beginning to think she really didn't know the 'real' Riley at all. "I'll think about it," she said stiffly, moving away.

He tried to grab her arm and Buffy smacked him away, sending him flying. He landed on his back and sat up. "What? So it's okay for you to hit me?"

Buffy narrowed her eyes. "I thought you were gonna play rough again—it was a knee-jerk reaction, but oh, I'm sorry! Does that make you feel better?"

Riley watched her walk away. He stood up and ran after her. "Buffy…Buffy, wait!"

Buffy stopped, but didn't turn. "What?"

"I—will you…?" He stopped and swallowed, angry at her and himself, but most of all he wanted to kill that son of a bitch that had started this mess. He took a deep breath. "Are you still my girl?" Riley asked softly.

Buffy didn't say anything for several moments. "You know what, Ri…? Right now, I don't know if I was ever 'your girl'…I need a break from you." She finally turned to look at him. He looked so sad, but Buffy had seen a side of him tonight that made her sick. To top it off, she KNEW he was taking the Initiative juice again. The blow he'd landed earlier had felt like a vamp—not a human.

"I'm sorry, but you can either deal with that or we can break up right now." Her tone was cold, her gaze even colder.

Riley had to restrain him self from rushing her and pounding her into compliance. The man was the boss—it was how he'd been raised. Damn Buffy for being so stubborn and independent! He stomped his anger down. "I understand, I just hope you'll forgive me. Maybe later at the Bronze?"

"Don't show up," Buffy interrupted. "I can't see you tonight and pretend we're okay in front of the gang." Buffy knew for a fact Cordy would sense the turmoil. Her eyes were hard."I mean it, Ri, if I see you tonight, I'm gone and we're over."

He agreed, even as he knew he'd be spying on her tonight. His mind was already imagining WHY she didn't want him there and WHO she was going to meet…

"Okay, Buffy. We'll take it as slow as you want it. I—you know I'm sorry, baby, don't you?."

She nodded. "Yeah, but I've heard that's what every guy who beats up his girlfriend says. I'm not a victim, and I won't let you make me one."

Her slight yet strong shoulders were squared as she walked away and he seethed with the need to break her. He headed for Walsh's house. He needed his chemical enhancement upgraded. Maybe if he was stronger than Buffy, he could make her understand her role…

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Crawford St.

Angelus accepted the keys from the attractive real estate agent. "Thank you, yer a sweet lass to get these to me on such short notice," he said, laying the accent on thick as he kissed the inside of her wrist. "You have no idea how happy ya've made me tonight, love."

Harmony Kendall nearly swooned. "Oh, m' gosh, I love your voice, and seriously, it was like, no problem, my Dad owns the company, so it really wasn't a big deal," she said breathlessly as she stared into his mesmerizing eyes.

"Oh, but meeting me out here—" he said, stepping closer, "and after dark---that's above and beyond the call of duty, lass, an' I need to thank ye for it," he whispered.

Harmony moaned softly. "I-it's not a hassle, really." He tilted her chin up and she melted as she stared at his handsome face. "If anything, I should be thanking you. If I make this sale—the commission alone will pay my rent for the next six months." He laughed and Harmony sighed at his amazing smile. It lit up his face. She gripped his biceps tightly."God, you're sexy," she said, arching against him and seeking his mouth with hers.

Angelus let her kiss him for a moment, then pulled back and licked his lips. "Hmmm, I bet you say that to all the men you meet," he teased, nibbling his way down her neck, to suck at her jugular.

"No, I—Oh, my God, wh-what are you d-doing?" she asked, panting as he nipped at the soft flesh of her throat.

"Just tasting…" he replied casually. He raised his head. "I like to know how my dinner tastes before I eat it," Angelus said with a smirk as his face shifted to reveal his demon visage.

Harmony's eyes bulged, but she didn't scream or cry like Angelus was expecting. "NO! It's not fair! You can't be a vampire!" she screeched, and stomped her foot, more angry than afraid, which surprised and amused him.

He chuckled. "I can't? And why is that, love?"

"Because, you're hot and I wanted you and vampires are ugly…with ugly faces and even like that…" she waved a hand at his 'game face', "Well, you're—you're SO not ugly, and plus, I don't want you to be a vampire."

Angelus chuckled. "Well, now, I'm flattered that you think I'm handsome, lass, but as you can see, I am a vampire—you're just gonna have to deal."

Harmony moaned as he scraped his fangs against her flesh. "Wait, my dad—"

"Daddy can't give ya everything ya want," he said her desire flooded his senses. He gripped her hair and tilted her head so he could drink.

"WAIT!!" Harmony screeched, pulling on his hair.

Angelus' eyes bulged at the horrifying sound of that voice. Now he wanted to kill her just for yelling like that. "What?!" he snapped.

Harmony fluffed her hair and batted her lashes at him. "Can't you—you know, turn me?" She stroked a hand down his hard chest, excited at the thought of sharing a bed with this hot guy for like, ever. Everyone knew vampires were sex machines. "Make me your vampire girlfriend or something? We could have fun…"

He threw back his head and laughed. She was a hot piece, but the thought of sharing his un-life with her made Angelus shudder with horror. He already had too many childer to deal with. A stupid, loud mouthed, pushy one wasn't on his list of things he needed at this juncture. Suddenly he thought of Faith and Spike and scowled, 'Wait I already have a couple of those, too!' He scratched his chin as if pondering the thought, but with a shrug he shook his head.

"Nah, it's a hell of an offer, but I just don't think it would work," he said, then laughed again as her brows drew down and he realized she was actually more insulted than scared.

"Why the hell not?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips. "I would make a good vampire. I would do anything you wanted, please you any way you wanted…" She was trying for seductive, but instead sounded ridiculous since she seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was arguing to be turned into a vampire.

"Because, precious, you're an idiot, and I can't imagine spending more than a few minutes in your company…No, you're definitely in the 'Happy Meal' category."

"But, I'm not scared. I could totally see spending eternity with you—you're so sexy. Pleeease," she whined, pressing up against him.

Tiring of her voice, Angelus snapped her neck. "You're a moron and I have enough whiny, clingy women to last me two lifetimes! I don't need to add a stupid one to the mix!" he grumbled, sinking his teeth into her flesh and draining her quickly. "Dammit," he growled, tossing her aside. "I was gonna make it good for you, ya twit, but you just couldn't shut your trap, could you?" He glared at the dead body at his feet.

Angry that he'd lost control and killed her before experiencing either her terror or pleasure, he scowled with distaste as he kicked her out of his way and went through his new home. It was an amazing place. Two stories with five fully furnished bedrooms, six bathrooms and a game room. It also sported an indoor pool, a sauna, plus a culinary kitchen. It was a beautiful home, but what had made up his mind for him had been the master suite…

He smiled as he surveyed the room. The ceilings were high, gothic almost, with a walk-in closet the size of a small bedroom, which was a must, considering his and Darla's love for clothes. The bed dominated the room, and he'd immediately become enchanted with it. Massive, it was a custom job, almost twice the size of a normal King. Styled after the old fashioned four posters he favored, it had a canopy that could be let down to enclose the entire bed. The mattress was feather down, and he could imagine the hours of pleasure he was going to have in that bed. The bathroom had a sunken tub that could seat four comfortably and Angelus gave a wolfish grin as he pictured Darla naked in that tub—or better yet, Buffy. He growled softly as he imagined the Slayer, naked and wet, her golden skin slippery and bubbly as she sat astride him…riding him as he thrust inside her…he already knew it was gonna be good—better than good. He gasped for breath he didn't need as his body hummed with lust.

"I'm losing it!" He hurried from the bathroom to avoid looking at the tub again.

He adjusted his pants as he went out on the balcony. He was so hard, it hurt. What was happening to him? The Slayer was a job, nothing more, but there was this fluttery sensation in the pit of his stomach every time he thought of her. He didn't know what it was, but it felt like…tingles or…he grimaced...butterflies inside his belly. He growled, pushing that ridiculous image away. Butterflies! Jesus fucking Christ—was he turning into Spike?

He leaned against the wrought iron railing and listened to the waves below. A sense of calm settled over him as he stared into the inky darkness. The mansion sat high on the bluff, and the balcony of the master bedroom overlooked the Pacific. The roar of the waves as they crashed against the rocks below was magnificent. Darla would love the view, he thought with a smile. He enjoyed pleasing his sire as much as he loved to piss her off. "I need to get my head on straight again," he muttered. Taking out the Slayer was the key to taking over the Order. He couldn't be all tied up in knots like this.

He looked over his shoulder at the bed. He could picture Buffy's bronzed body writhing under him, on top of him—all over him actually, and he groaned, turning away, trying to block out the images still running through his mind. Maybe he shouldn't bring Darla here at all. Maybe he should bring Buffy here instead. Stunned, Angelus gripped the railing so hard his knuckles turned white.

"What the fuck is wrong with me!" He couldn't understand this overwhelming 'need' for her. No other Slayer had gotten to him like this. He'd seduced them, made them love him—then left their drained, lifeless bodies on display. It was his calling card. Why was Buffy different? She haunted him. She was throwing him off his game…Just last night he'd suddenly imagined Buff while in bed with Darla! Never, in 250 years, has he ever pictured another woman while fucking his sire, but this girl—this Slayer was taking possession of him and Angelus was beginning to feel like the prey, instead of the predator.

"Fuck!" he snapped, irritated and hungry for sex or a good kill. That twit Harmony had been useless! He stalked from the room, his leather coat flaring out behind him as he practically flew down the steps and out of the house and into the night. He needed something to calm this lust, and since he wasn't going to be fucking the Slayer tonight, he needed a substitute.

"Something young and blond," he growled as he gunned the engine of his car and peeled out of the driveway.

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The Bronze:

"God, what a jerk! Buffy, you need to leave him. He can't do that to you! I'm so gonna give him a piece of my mind!" Cordelia fumed. To head off any awkward questions about Riley's absence, Buffy had told her what had transpired earlier. Besides, Cordy could always tell when something was wrong.

"Over here, guys," Buffy yelled, flagging Willow and Oz down as they made their way through the crowd, effectively stopping the conversation and any further argument. Pushing thoughts of Riley aside, she decided to just enjoy the night out with her friends. Blissfully unaware of a certain vampire's dark thoughts, Buffy took a sip of her Café Mocha as she looked around. The place was hopping tonight, she noticed as she bounced on her seat, getting into the music blaring throughout the place.

Willow hugged Buffy and plopped down on a stool. "Wow, this place is packed," she said, giving Oz a sidelong smile. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you and the guys were playing tonight, honey!"

"Better than us…" he said with a sly grin. When they just stared, his eyes widened. "Didn't you know?" When Buffy and Willow just shook their heads, Oz chuckled. "Buff, the Black Eyed Peas are playing tonight! I thought for sure you'd know that since you're, like, the major Fergie groupie!!"

Buffy's eyes bulged and she choked on her drink. "Are you serious?" she asked excitedly. Oh, she loved that band, but…"I am SO NOT a Fergie groupie!" she laughed before her face scrunched up in a frown, "But it said the Hootchie Wigwams or something was playing tonight!"

Oz just grinned; it paid to be a band member sometimes. "The Hootchiewiggins," he corrected. "I know, that's their pseudonym, but trust me, it's really the Black Eyed Peas."

Xander sat down. "Did you just say the Black Eyed peas are playing here tonight?" he asked, raising his dark brows.

Oz nodded. Cordy turned to Xander and quipped. "Okay, you just might get some tonight after all, even though you insisted on wearing those pants," she said, raking him from head to toe with her eyes.

Xander looked down at his beige Dockers. "Hey, I am a huge hunk of working man beef stick!" he said proudly. "Plus, you love me, no matter how I dress!"

Cordy rolled her eyes. "He wishes," she said to Buffy with a wink.

Buffy giggled and Cordy went on. "Whatever, I also adopt puppies from the pound, you know," she said with a lift of her brow.

Xander flushed and shrank into his seat, but Cordy softened her words when she took his hand under the table and waited for all of a second before she burst out with a huge grin. "Xander got his contracting license today. Isn't that terrific?"

Buffy and Willow squealed and took turns hugging him.

Xander ate it up and started saying how it had been easy…

"Yada, yada, yada—puhlease…" Cordy rolled her eyes. "Is that why you failed it the first three times?"

Xander shot her a scowl, but Cordy was already moving along. "Okay, so tonight we're celebrating. Not only is it Buffy's birthday, but miracles do happen." She flashed Xander a grin, "The still badly dressed geek I unbelievably fell in love with is finally starting to show signs that he might actually be able to afford a few blue boxes before I croak!"

Everyone stared. Cordy could be rude at times, and now was one of those times.

Xander flushed. "Blue boxes?"

Buffy laughed at the confused look on Xander's face. She giggled and held her stomach. "Oh, my God, Cor—Xander—at Tiffany's?" She wiped at her eyes. "You better get his check and pick it out yourself or you might end up with a Star Wars pendant!"

Cordy rolled her eyes. "As if! Like I'd ever trust HIM to pick out my jewelry." She elbowed Xander in the ribs. He grunted, but she gave him her smile and he melted. "Anyways, tonight—I'm buying—Xander is officially a contractor and Buffy—well, you've made it another year without dying." She sighed dramatically. "I mean, that enough is reason to celebrate, right?"

She held out a small piece of plastic. "And with daddy's credit, so no excuses," she insisted as she held up her hand and flagged down the long-legged, busty blond waitress. Cordy gave Buffy a look. "Wow, surgery much?" she whispered and Buffy bit back her chuckle. Cordelia turned back to the waitress and took note of the name tag. "Okay, Jessica, we'll have three Sex on the Beaches, a Whiskey Sour and…" she stopped, "What do you want Oz?"

"The usual, Oz?" the waitress asked, setting down cocktail napkins as she checked the group's IDs.

Oz nodded and grinned. "Hey, Jessie, how are you?"

Jessie grinned and flipped her platinum blonde hair. "I'm awesome, thanks. Can you believe the Black Eyed Peas are playing? Man, tonight's gonna be a blast. Too bad you guys weren't on the bill."

He nodded, "I know—Devon wanted—I mean, we tried, but they already had the opening band booked."

"Bummer," she said. "Well, it's still gonna be cool!"

Willow gave Oz a surprised look after she left and he shrugged. "What?" Willow looked away, but she looked hurt and started fidgeting. Oz shook his head. "Willow, I play here all the time—she knows me," he said, but Willow still gave the gorgeous waitress a look, narrowing her eyes. She wished she was a bad witch so she could put like an ugly curse on the way too attractive blonde.

Buffy gave her a small nudge. "Oh, come on, silicone city…Oz loves you. Don't make a deal where there isn't one."

Willow blushed as she realized how obvious her jealousy was. Oz put his arm around her then and kissed her cheek. "You're my only love, witchypoo," he said with a grin.

Willow relaxed and they all went back to talking about Xander's success. Cordy turned to Buffy, bored with her boyfriend's retelling of how he aced the test. She'd heard it at least a dozen times already. "Okay, so this is like majorly cool! Can you believe the Black Eyed Peas are gonna be here?" Her mega-watt smile was at full blast.

Buffy eyes sparkled as she nodded, elated at how this night was going. Her birthday was passing without trauma. Xander had passed his test and her fave band playing and no Ri—

"So, where's Riley?" Willow asked. "I mean, shouldn't he be here—somewhere? It's your birthday."

Buffy shrugged. After their fight earlier, she didn't care if she ever saw Riley again. "Oh, he's busy, so I'm flying solo tonight," she said, bee-bopping to the beat.

Xander frowned at her. "Well, don't look so broken up about it." He said it with a laugh, but he didn't understand why Buffy didn't care Riley wasn't there.

"I'm not," Buffy grinned and grabbed her drink as it was set on the table. She took a long pull from the straw, happier than she'd been in a while.

"Hallelujah!" Cordy exclaimed.

"Cordy!" Buffy whispered with a lift of her brows, but she couldn't help her smile. Normally she didn't drink, but tonight she just wanted to unwind and let loose. It was her birthday, and Giles said he would patrol so she actually had the rest of the night off.

Buffy noticed the conversation had moved on to the music, so she met Cordy's eyes and shrugged. "Well, after—you know…it's better he's not here," she said, taking another sip of her drink. On top of hitting her earlier, Cordelia knew Riley had been pushing the sex thing lately. As a matter of fact, it was Cordy's advice of, 'If you're not ready, don't you DARE give in to any pressure!' that had given Buffy the courage to deny him.

Cordy's eyes narrowed. "Have you seen him or has he tried to call?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, he's been majorly playing it scarce, like I asked him."

Cordy flashed a huge smile. "Good, 'cause if I see him—he's toast. And he's SO not welcome here tonight, because tonight is for F.U.N., so let's go have some…" she said grabbing Buffy's hand and pulling her out to the dance floor.

Later:

The pulsing beat of the music coming from the open door drew Angelus in. He patted the doorman on the cheek and told the guy he didn't need to pay. The door man agreed and Angelus laughed at how susceptible some humans were to a thrall. He entered the packed club, looking around for something, someone to ease the insatiable hunger inside him. He'd already met, seduced, then drained two women at a bar on the way here, and still he wasn't sated. If anything, he was even hungrier. He heard the song as he came in and smiled at the provocative lyrics.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'm'a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
'Cause of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

The music wasn't really his style; he preferred classical or jazz, but as he glanced up at the stage and laid eyes on the sexy, leggy blond singing those nasty lyrics about her humps, he felt his cock jump to attention. Now she was his style, he thought with a grin, heading towards the stage. He was more than halfway there when his attention was caught and held by a tiny blond in the middle of the dance floor. He stopped dead in his tracks as dizziness rushed through him at being so close to her again. The power radiating from her made him feel like he was standing next to a bolt of lightning. Not even Gwen with her high voltage current had made him sizzle like this. The hot singer forgotten, Angelus made his way to the incredibly sexy little Slayer gyrating on the dance floor.

She was surrounded by guys, but it was obvious she was in her own world, getting into the music and completely uninvolved with any of the lumps of human male testosterone that were panting around her. It saved the boys' lives, Angelus thought as he pushed his way through, ignoring the snide comments and curses in his wake. He could give a fuck; they were just lucky he wasn't ripping their throats out for wanting what was his. He barely spared the last angry young man a glance as he shoved him aside; he had eyes for one person and one person only…

Buffy was having a blast. She was a bit drunk, dancing and just enjoying the night when the most amazing tingles raced up her spine and settled in her belly. It was like a swarm of bees had been unleashed in her tummy, and for a moment it threw her. She stopped dancing and spun around, seeking the source of her "spidey alert," only to find herself staring into the dark, mysterious eyes of Angel. She'd had a few drinks and was feeling a bit bold. "I was hoping you'd come," she sighed and moved closer to him.

Angelus chuckled huskily. "Were you expectin' me then?" he said leaning down so that his mouth was right next to her ear.

Buffy shivered violently. "No—well, I hoped, but I wasn't—" She bit her lip to stop her ridiculous flow of chatter.

Angelus quirked a brow. "So, were you expecting me, or you were just hoping I'd show?'

Buffy had moved away from him so she missed that. "What?" she yelled. The music was so loud this close to the stage she could see his mouth move, but couldn't hear a word he said.

"I said…" He took her arm and led her away from the crowd. He wanted to talk to her, and though he could hear her over the loud blaring beat, he didn't feel like screaming so that she could hear him.

Buffy followed without complaint. She was too excited to see him to do anything more than stare up into his sinfully gorgeous face.

He stopped once they were back in the lounge area of the club. He pulled Buffy past several couples making out on the couches and down the hallway towards the game room. "There now, that's better, isn't it?" he asked softly, sliding his hand up and down her bare arm.

Buffy's skin tingled. "Much," she breathed, leaning closer to him.

His smile was slow and lazy as he continued to trail his fingers along her flesh. "You know, I meant to ask you back in the alley—you said, 'it's you.' What did you mean by that?" He gave her a sensual smile as his eyes met hers. He bent down to growl his next words into her ear, itching to taste that hot, golden skin. "Because I'm knowin' if I'd ever been introduced to you properly before the other night, I wouldn't be forgettin' it, lass."

She shuddered and bit back a small moan. She couldn't look away from him; he seemed even better looking tonight and that incredible voice… It was so hot. "Are you Irish?" she blurted, needing something personal from him.

He winked. "Through and through—do ya not like us Irish lads?"

"No!" she exclaimed. She blushed and put her head down. "No, I didn't mean it like that—it's your voice, it's…"

"Sexy. Warm and soothing," he teased. "I can talk to ya in Gaelic, if ya'd like."

"Gaelic? What is that?" she asked, enchanted by the way his eyes danced when he laughed.

He winked. "It's a secret language kitten, only we Irish know it, but if you're a good girl—I'll teach it to ya."

Her heart accelerated at the look in his eyes. "Oh, God, you're even hotter than I dreamed!" She clapped a hand over her mouth as her face flamed.

His eyes widened and he waited for her to say she was kidding. He took her hand from her mouth and kissed her wrist. "Are you teasing me, lass?" he asked, but she just blinked those big hazel eyes at him and he inhaled in shock. She wasn't kidding. Was it a Slayer's dream or something more…something sexy?

"N-no I'm n-not k-kidding," she moaned softly, trying to get control of herself, but it was hard. His scent and nearness made her nerve endings go all haywire. "I've been dreaming of you for over a year," she sighed.

He took a step back in surprise. "What?! How?"

Realizing what she'd said, Buffy back-pedaled. She looked around. None of her friends were in sight. What if he got mad? "It's—I mean… Oh my God, listen, I'm not stalker girl or anything…" she said, embarrassed. "Okay, forget it, you must think I'm all major damage girl right now, huh?"

He pulled her close. She seemed to tell the truth when he touched her, so he leaned down and nibbled on her ear. "Damage isn't what I'm thinkin' when I look at you, Buff." She shivered. "Tell me, how could you dream of me when I never met ya before the other night? Believe me; I'd remember meeting a bonny lass such as yerself."

Buffy gasped when his lips brushed the sensitive shell of her ear. "Oh, God…it was th-the picture. The picture I have of you." She moaned when he breathed in deeply where her shoulder met her neck. Goosebumps broke out all over her skin and her head spun with desire.

Fascinated, he quirked a brow and asked, "Picture—you have a picture of me?"

Buffy ran a hand through her hair and fidgeted. "Yeah, um...someone sent it to me."

Angelus narrowed his eyes and tilted her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Who sent it to you?" he asked smoothly. He needed to know what the hell was going on here.

He looked seriously intense all of a sudden and Buffy took a small step back. "I-I don't know. It was dropped off at my dorm." His brows drew down and Buffy turned to leave. "And now that I officially sound like a nutcase, I think I really should just—um—go now, okay?"

He grabbed her arm. "No, don't leave. I'm not mad, just…intrigued." He flashed a lazy grin and pulled her close again. Her heat and arousal was making him nearly purr in excitement. "You haven't told me yet, just what kind of dreams have ya had of me?"

Buffy was berating herself for telling him about the dreams and the picture at all. "Um—what did you say?" she asked breathlessly, trying to buy time to get out of this embarrassing conversation.

"You heard me, Buff, but if you don't want to tell me now, it's okay. Eventually I'll know all your secrets," he said, licking his lips hungrily as he took in her short red skirt and black, lacy bell-sleeved top. He could see the straps of her bra and flashes of her tanned flat belly where the top split and opened under her breasts. He wanted to taste that bit of tanned flesh—she was sexy, and Angelus was thankful for the way styles had changed. Back in his time, Buff would be stoned to death for wearing that outfit—now, in this day and age, he just wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week.

He pressed closer to her. "You're beautiful, but I think you need to tell me about your dreams. Doesn't seem fair that ye know so much more about me than I do about you, hmm?" he said, winking at her.

Buffy face flamed bright red as she thought about how much more she knew—or had fantasized about knowing in her dreams of him."I-I don't know you—I mean, I do, but—oh, God, why did I open my mouth at all?"

He laughed huskily, "Aaah, so you've had those kinds of dreams about me then?" He was painfully hard, and at this point he was seriously debating pulling her into a dark corner of the club, pushing her against the wall, lifting that tight little skirt and burying himself as deep inside her as he could get. It was becoming an unbearable ache. He forced his lust down—the plan. He had to remember the plan… "So, tell me about your dreams lover, I promise not ta bite," he teased.

Buffy's face flamed and she was grateful for the darkness of the club and the alcohol she'd had. As a matter of fact, right now she needed about ten more drinks and then maybe she wouldn't remember this whole embarrassing conversation. God, WHY had she mentioned the picture AND the dreams—she must seem like a nutcase! A perverted nutcase, too, because now he knew she'd had sexy dreams of him.

Deciding God hated her, she hemmed and hawed until he tipped her chin and forced her to meet his penetrating gaze. Buffy melted. "Well, I…" she started, but realized there was no way to explain, so she opted for the truth. "I know this is going to sound majorly bizarre, but when they sent me the picture—this really hot picture of you, the note said, that you'd be coming for me and, well—" She shrugged. "I get cryptic all the time. Cryptic I can deal with, but you were so—you were…" She blushed again. "Well, you know what you look like, so it just…it intrigued me and I kinda got a crush, I guess. See, that's why I was so surprised to see you the other night."

Searching her face, Angelus decided she was telling the truth. She was too innocent looking and—he nearly smirked—too buzzed to lie to him. Upset that someone was trying to warn her about him, he knew he'd better find out who was trying to fuck up his plan or else he'd have her out for his blood rather than his body!

Angelus turned on the charm. "A really 'hot' picture of me, huh? So you think I'm hot do ya?" he murmured. He licked his lips. "Am I naked in your dreams?" he teased huskily.

Buffy gulped and looked away. He already knew the answer by the color of her face, but he needed tto hear it from those lips. He wanted her to tell him all her naughty, nasty dreams. Had she imagined him inside her, kissing her, running his hands along her flesh, tasting her, like he'd been doing ever since he laid eyes on her. He took her hand and ran the pad of his thumb along the pulse at her wrist. "I'll tell you a secret if you answer my question," he coaxed, enjoying the racing of her pulse and the zing of pure power she exuded.

Buffy bit her lip as she swallowed a groan of pleasure. "Okay," she breathed, enchanted with his alluring sex appeal.

Angelus wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer, not so close that she could feel his raging hard on—didn't want to scare the lass--but close enough so that they were nearly touching. "I'm picturing you naked right now," he whispered, rubbing his cheek against hers.

She inhaled sharply and felt her knees wobble. "Really?"

He nodded. "Now tell me—was I naked in your dreams?"

Lost in those hypnotizing eyes, she couldn't lie. "Yes," she whispered.

Angelus bit back a growl of lust. "Mmmmm," he purred as he placed a kiss on her wrist. "I think you'll be naked in my dreams tonight, too, lover."

"I—Oh, my God, what are you doing?" she squeaked as he licked her wrist.

"Tasting you," he whispered. "I can't wait anymore, you smell so delicious; I just had to see if you tasted even half as sweet."

Buffy gaped at him as her heart pounded. "I—um—okay." Her eyes were glued to his soft pink tongue as he swirled it around the blue-green veins of her wrist. "And do I?" Her eyes bulged. "Oh, my God, why do I seem to go catatonic girl around you?"

Angelus licked his lips as he chuckled. "Better." His voice was rough with desire. "You taste better than I expected."

"Oh!" she breathed, ridiculously pleased. "I—Angel, what's happening here?"

He bent his head to kiss her. "Honestly, I'm not sure, lass, but I know I'm wantin' to get to know ya better. I've been thinking about you non-stop," he murmured, nibbling at her lips seductively. "And now that I know you've been thinking about me, too, I can't--I need to have you," he growled and kissed her.

Buffy let him deepen the kiss. Her toes curled and she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave into the magic he was creating.

It was Angelus who broke the kiss. He stared, stunned at the sensations coursing through him. He almost blurted out that he thought he might be sick, but managed to bite back his runaway tongue before it ruined him. Talk about a mood killer! But to his shock, his normally glib tongue had deserted him and he could do no more than stare at her as the 'butterflies' went wild in his belly.

Buffy was unaware of his turmoil as she glanced up at him through her lashes. "I-I don't know what's happening, but I think I'll die if I don't kiss you again."

His mind reeled and he was actually scared to kiss her again. He had to get himself together… "Mmmm," he said, running the backs of his knuckles along her arm. "Then why don't we go someplace a wee bit quieter, hmm?" Maybe it was the noise—the loud music…he told himself. he wasn't sure, but something was making him crazy and Angelus thought if he could get her alone, maybe he could get a handle on whatever the hell was happening to him.

Goose-bumps raced along her nerve endings, and even her hair tingled. "Angel," she said, unable to look away from him. "You're so beautiful."

His mouth curled up into an arrogant smirk at that. Now that he was comfortable with. "Not as beautiful as you baby," he replied easily.

Buffy realized she'd just revealed how infatuated she was with him...again. "I need to—um—my friends are probably looking for me and I need to—find them."

He wasn't letting her go that easily. She was a fire, burning so hot for him—he wanted to be consumed by her flame. He reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him. "Dinna run away from me, lover, stay…" he whispered into her ear. "Stay with me, dance with me…kiss me again," he purred softly, unable to resist, as he wrapped his arm around her and pressed her tightly against him, swaying in a slow sensuous rhythm that had Buffy pressing even closer.

He leaned down and kissed her. It was a soft, slow, deep kiss that loosened them both up and got them hot and bothered again. He groaned, sliding his tongue in and around her mouth, tasting the perfection that was Buffy. She was incredible and Angelus wanted—no needed her to go home with him, but he sensed her skittishness. He lifted his head, panting for breath he didn't need. "You're amazing. I can't get enough of you, but I dinna want ta scare ya off, so how 'bout we dance for a bit and kiss some more in a bit, hmm?"

Buffy was staring up at him, dazed. Her lips were still tingling. "Okay," she murmured and let him take her back into his arms.

They moved in a sensuous rhythm to the music and Angelus kept one hand on her lower back, right above her ass while the other took a flask out of his jacket. He wasn't above giving her another nip or two of alcohol, just enough to lower her inhibitions and calm him down too, he thought. He unscrewed the cap and took a long pull of his private stock of 19th century Nun's Distillery Irish whiskey. He savored the rich flavor of the single malt brew and took another swallow, already feeling its calming effect, before handing it to Buffy.

Without thinking, Buffy took a long drink, too. She coughed, but the whiskey was incredibly smooth and within moments she was feeling warm and tingly as she snuggled closer to him. Angelus took the flask and sipped, grinning as he handed it to her again.

"Oh, I don't think--" she said grimacing, but he placed a finger over her lips.

"Then don't think—just feel and taste…," he said softly, his dark bedroom eyes holding her gaze. "The next sip is really smooth," he cajoled, handing the flask to her again.

Buffy took a tiny sip, afraid of coughing again, but the liquor slipped down her throat like warm honey. "Mmmm…you're right this is good," she murmured and took another, bigger sip.

Angelus chuckled softly and took the flask away. He wanted her buzzed, not wasted. "I'm thinkin' that's enough, lass," he said, tucking the flask back inside his leather jacket.

Buffy giggled, warm and happy as he pulled her closer and she could feel the proof that he was attracted to her now. His cologne, leather, whiskey and something uniquely him combined with the hard ridge of desire she felt pressed against her belly was more intoxicating than the liquor. Buffy buried her face against his chest and inhaled.

Angelus purred with pleasure and his excitement jumped a few more notches. He wanted her. He would have her—tonight. "Let's get out of here, okay?" he asked, taking her hand, and before she had a chance to answer, he led her out of the club.

"Where are we going?" she asked, smiling at up him shyly. She knew she shouldn't be leaving with him, she knew what he wanted and she'd never…but she'd dreamed about him for so long, Buffy felt like she knew him. It just felt right.

"To my house," he said. The Grand plan was forgotten. Killing her wasn't even a blip on his radar right now. Angelus was aroused. She was doing things to him, to his libido, that he'd never felt before, and the only thing he was focused on was getting her home and in his bed.

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Okay guys, I know it wasn't the HUGE smut-fest you are all used to from me, but I'm trying to show how they are falling for each other. I hope this at least assuaged a bit of the NEED for smut you all have!! :) :) :) Now, click the button and tell musie what ya think, okay?