Second Chances... A Love Story.
Author: Angel's blue eyed girl
Disclaimer: Nope still don't own any of them and I certainly don't make any money off of them!!
Rating: T
A/N: Well I have to say wow and wow again to the massive response I've had to this fic!! Than you, thank you, thank you guys!! Musie is very bloated and wallowing in joy! That is why she was so inspired to write this... Well the reviews and this...
I promised I would post a David interview each time I posted a chappie of this fic, and I'm happy to say I can once again deliver. I found a reiteration of my first quote in this fic...(the one that inspired me ty begin with) in the first issue of the 'Angel' mag!!
In it he says, (a quote) "I always found the Angel/Cordy relationship a bit strange..." He does again mention how it worked due to his chemistry with Charisma. (but as I've discovered after watching David in movies and T.V...he could have chemistry with a fence post! seriously the man is that hot!!) But in the interview he goes on to say, that though Angel/Cordy relationship worked due to his chemistry with Charisma, it wasn't anything compared to what it was like with the Angel/Buffy relationship. Then he says, again a quote... "I felt like Angel's heart is with Buffy and always would be. I think the Angel/Cordy relationship was just a mirror to what the Angel/Buffy relationship was to him! It worked, but it wasn't where his heart was."
GOD! I love that man!! Okay, if anyone else thinks David Boreanaz is just too hot for words say Aye!! Lordy, lordy, lordy!! Not only is he fine as bleep, but he knows his character in and out. I so agree with this quote, it just inspired musie to write this chappie... Hope you all enjoy this latest, like I did!
Any Cordy lovers beware...There is some definite Cordy bashing in this chappie! Musie and the David interview insisted we set the record straight, so be don't be pissed, ye've been forewarned:P
Chappie 4.
The Hyperion Hotel...
The meeting with Angel and the Scooby gang had started out okay, Dawn had seen Spike and had given him a big hug, then she shyly turned to Angel and hugged him too. Willow had introduced Tara and everything was going alright, until Xander opened his often irresponsible mouth. "So dead boy, where's the Buffster?"
Not the best way to start off a conversation with someone who really didn't like you to begin with. Angel had just growled and told him this wasn't Sunnydale four years ago and if the boy didn't learn to shut his mouth, Angel would shut it for him. Which, of course made Xander step back and pull a stake out of his back pocket.
Spike wasn't surprised when Angel moved too fast for anyone, but Spike to see and yanked the stake right out of Xander's hand, pinning him against the wall, Angel gritted out with a soft snarl.
"Now, you can be polite and have some manners; which I know is hard for you or you can leave. Your choice... but I'm not going to let you come in here, start insulting me and get Buffy all upset. Have you got that?" Angel's eyes were flashing dangerously as he held the cowering boy above the ground by his neck.
"Separate!" Willow yelled and Angel went flying across the room.
He jumped to his feet, game face on, angry that Willow had used magic on him. He didn't make a move towards the red-headed he witch though, (that would only hurt Buffy) instead he stopped and took several deep, calming breaths and let his human face slip back.
Xander was slower getting to his feet, it was Anya who helped him up, giving Angel a half frightened, half angry look as she did so.
Putting his arm around his demonic girlfriend the boy, glared at Angel then looked back to Willow, "Okay...Well I don't know about you, but I don't need any more proof that he's all psycho vamp?"
Willow gave Angel a somewhat frightened look, while Tara having never met either Angel or Angelus looked at Xander, and thought he'd kind of deserved it. He'd been rude to the tall vampire for no reason.
Spike rolled his eyes, "Oh bloody hell! Are you always this stupid?" He stopped and smirked, "Wait, don't bother answerin' that, cause I already know ya are..." He grinned cockily at Xander's scowl, (Spike loved needling the boy) "Are ya all blind? If he was Angelus, none of us would be standin' here. You..." He pointed at Xander, "would be dead and the rest of us would be pickin' up what was left of ya an' puttin' all your little parts in a bleedin' body bag!"
Spike wasn't fooled by the Scoobies' ploy. He'd seen them in action for too long. They were here to guilt the Slayer into coming back and (though Spike couldn't believe he was thinking this) he wasn't sure anymore, that going back to Sunnydale was best for Buffy. Spike had seen the sparkle in her eyes again today. She'd seemed almost her old self. He'd also seen the way she looked at Angel. In his Sire's presence, Buffy was ALIVE! And much to his amazement, Spike was very much beginning to believe staying here in L.A might be the best thing for Buffy after all.
Willow turned to Spike, "Well he IS acting all growly. How do you know he's not..."
Angel rolled his eyes and said, "I'm NOT Angelus Willow. What I AM is tired of his mouth." He looked at Xander, then back to Willow. "I'm tired of how he calls me 'dead boy' and how he makes Buffy feel guilty for caring about me..."
He looked back at Xander and saw how he had his arm around Anya. He knew who Anya was and Angel found it not just ironic, but downright hypocritical for Xander to judge him when he was dating a demon who'd killed just as many people as Angelus had!
And he said so, "But it's okay for you to date an ex-vengeance demon huh Xander?" He stepped closer to Anya and Xander, "Anyanka isn't it? I mean we really didn't get a chance to talk back in Sunnydale, but I've heard of you. A thousand years... That's a lot of time for the body count to pile up!" His voice was soft, his eyes dark and almost dangerous.
Anya shivered at his handsomeness, his intensity, but when his words registered she pouted, "That was in my past! I don't do that anymore."
Angel met her eyes dead on as he replied, "Neither do I...Explain the difference to your boyfriend there!"
Spike chuckled which made Xander even more angry. "Okay, why do I get the feeling dead boy jr. over there has switched teams?"
Angel sighed, (he truly couldn't stand this boy) "Look, Buffy's not here right now." As far as he was concerned this whole conversation was over. "She'll be gone a while, Cordy took her shopping. You guys are welcome to stay here and wait for her." He gave Xander a pointed look, "As a matter of fact there's about twenty rooms upstairs, why don't you go pick one and wait for her there."
Anya was still staring at the gorgeous vampire, she'd heard of Angelus, what demon hadn't? And despite (in her mind) him being mean to her earlier, she found meeting him very exciting, so when Angel mentioned rooms upstairs, she looked at Xander. "Oooh rooms. Hotel rooms means sex. Oh! This isn't going to be the huge waste of time I thought it was, because we can have sex while we wait for Buffy, Xander."
Xander blushed, he was used to Anya's off color remarks, but having her say it in front of Angel was like rubbing salt in a wound. It bugged him. "Uh...An, can we not talk about this now," he whispered.
Angel's brows drew down as he gave the pretty demon a strange look. 'And he thought Cordy couldn't control what came out of her mouth!' He shrugged off her comment. As far as he was concerned, any way she could keep Buffy's irritating friend away from him was fine with Angel.
He noticed Tara gazing at him with a somewhat sad look on her face, but then she smiled at him. It was a soft smile, but it was warm and it held no judgment and Angel found himself smiling back. "All of you can go pick out rooms, the ones on the the second floor are all completed, about five on the third floor are done also, but the fourth is a disaster so don't even go there. Okay?"
Dawn grinned, "Can I go pick out a room now Angel?" Her voice was filled with teenage excitement at anything that was new or out of the ordinary.
Dawn; he actually grinned at. He'd already been thinking about talking to Buffy about asking Dawn to come stay with them, so now that the opportunity to feel her out for the possibility had arose, Angel wasn't going to let it pass.
"Come on Dawn," he said with a smile, "There's a suite down the hall from..." He stopped short. He'd almost said his and Buffy's room. "Um...from your sister's room that I know you'll like." 'Better to try and explain his and Buffy's sleeping arrangements privately,' he thought. He just hoped they wouldn't change because her friends were here.
Spike gave Angel an angry pout, "Hey, if you're just handin' out the rooms Peaches, I want one too." When Angel raised a brow at him Spike stalked over to him and Dawn, "Well, ya can't just expect me ta sleep in the bloody basement every bloody night!"
Angel rolled his eyes, he thought he'd felt Spike last night...Now he knew he had...in his basement of all places. Feeling like he was being overrun with more pests than he knew what to do with, Angel sighed, "Come on Spike, there's a room on the third floor that I'm sure you can't thrash too badly!"
Spike grinned as he bounced along next to them. He knew he was annoying Angel... And amazingly, as fun as trying to kill him had been in the past, Spike found annoying him now was almost as fun!!
With that in mind he grinned at his obviously irritated sire and asked cheekily, "Does it have blackout drapes? Ya know I can't stand the sunrise mate... Oh an' I want a window that faces the west...so I can watch the sunset, an' all that."
Dawn laughed and Angel just scowled fiercely. 'A window that faces the west!! I'll give him windows...' He thought angrily. 'I'll give him a room in the friggin conservatory, where the entire roof is windows!!'
Angel indulged the fantasy for a minute, but eventually he had to come back to reality. And reality was...he couldn't kill Spike. His damned frustrating childe had stuck up for him; WHY, Angel didn't know, but for that alone Angel wouldn't kill him. It didn't mean he liked him though and as much as it bothered him, Angel had no illusions that Spike was leaving anytime soon. He knew, he was once again stuck with his irrepressible childe, but beyond making him want to rip his hair out, surprisingly it DIDN'T make him want to rip Spike's liver out. So that was progress he guessed!!
He eyed the platinum haired vampire with a look that clearly said you're on thin ice here, but his voice was soft as he said, "Just don't paint the walls black or put any stereo speakers on the walls."
Spike grinned, "Well if I can stand your poofy symphony music an' the bloody Opera every weekend for thirty years, then you can handle the Sex Pistols for a bit mate."
Angel gave Spike a growl, already getting tired of him being here. "The Opera has class, style and beauty. The Sex Pistols is..." he gave Spike an eye roll and rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he already had a headache. "Well, it's just noise."
Spike laughed, "Yeah and you're still a bloody ponce ya know that Angelus?"
Angel stopped, his eyes flashed and he growled at his childe, "Angel. It's Angel, Spike. I'm NOT Angelus."
Spike sighed. He knew the difference, "Yeah, I know Peaches...So how 'bout those rooms then, hmmm?"
Angel nodded, letting it go gladly. He wasn't ready to have any kind of conversation where he might have to actually think about how what he'd done to him as Angelus had made Spike what he was. That was a discussion Angel wasn't sure he'd ever be ready for, truthfully.
Willow and the rest of the Scoobies were still standing in the lobby when Dawn turned on the large staircase. "Well? Aren't you going to find a room? I mean if Buffy's out with Cordelia..." She grinned as she remembered the brunette and her shopping tendencies, "Well, we all know she could be gone for hours and hours...maybe even a full day!" She laughed and turned and let Angel lead her up the stairs.
Their voices trailed off as the trio headed up the stairs...
Willow looked at Xander, then Tara. "Well that went..."
"Not so good." Tara supplied.
Willow nodded, "Yeah, but I was hoping it was just me," she said on a sigh.
Anya shrugged, "Oh it could've been worse, I mean Xander's not dead, so we can still have sex and now we get to have a kind of vacation as we wait for Buffy."
All of them by now were used to Anya's out there comments so they just stared at her for a moment and went back to the conversation at hand.
Willow told Xander he had to stop being so insulting with Angel, while Xander thought they should go out and just find Buffy and convince her to go back to Sunnydale with them.
After arguing about it for a few minutes, they agreed to do as Angel suggested and wait for Buffy at the hotel.
Willow though was more confused than ever because after seeing how fast Angel had went all 'in need of anger management' after Xander, she wasn't sure L.A was the right place for her 'best friend.'
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England...
Giles sighed as he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He'd been pouring over Jenny's notes on the curse ever since he'd talked to Wesley the night before. Picking up the phone Giles called Wesley at his home in Los Angeles.
On the third ring Wesley picked up. "Wesley, Giles here. Listen, I've been looking over Jenny's notes on the curse and as far as I can tell, she says that the original curse was lost, but according to her notes..."
He picked up the notebook containing Jenny's handwritten notes. "Well, she states, this translation was what she'd gathered from her family's version of the curse. She goes go into detail about the happiness clause, but the most interesting part is her footnote on how unfair she thought that was." He paused and sat back down behind his desk. "Now, if Angel's soul appears to be bound, either Willow didn't perform the spell right and somehow the happiness clause got left out, but I don't think that to be the case here...Or Jenny.." he stopped as his throat closed briefly. He hadn't thought about the beautiful dark haired teacher in a while, but reading her notes...written in her hand, had brought back the time he'd spent with her vividly.
He cleared his throat and went on..."Or Jenny purposely left out the happiness clause and that's what I believe happened here Wesley."
Giles listened to Wesley as the younger watcher asked him to send him a copy of Jenny's notes. "Yes, yes. Absolutely, but you say he's taken her home with him?"
At Wesley's agreement, Giles sighed. "Well then I can only hope Buffy will be responsible enough to not test the theory of Angel's soul before we can figure this out."
Giles nodded as Wesley reminded him that Angel's curse was not based on sexual intercourse. "Yes, well I know that, but this is Angel...and Buffy Wesley. They have always defied all logical explanation."
Wesley asked when Giles was coming to Los Angeles. "I wasn't, but with no real foundation, no proof that Angel's soul is safe, I feel I must. I wanted to let Buffy grow. To see she was her own person. Her own Slayer who didn't need a Watcher, well um...Watching her."
Giles nodded as he wrote something down on a pad on his desk. "Yes, well then...8:00 tomorrow night. I'll see you then..." Giles nodded and hung up.
He sighed, he hadn't wanted to come back into Buffy's life and start telling her what to do. She'd died to save the world. That earned some leeway as far as Giles was concerned, but this...Well this could be a catastrophe and he couldn't believe Buffy was being so reckless.
He picked up the phone again. On the first ring it was picked up. "Yes, Quinton Travers please."
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Hyperion Hotel... Later that day.
Buffy and Cordy came back into the hotel, both of them laden down with bags and packages. Buffy was terrified Angel would be upset at all they'd purchased. Buffy was carrying five bags. Cordy on the other hand had at least ten! Buffy considered Angel's generosity a gift, a sweet gesture that had made her feel special. Cordy on the other hand considered it her due and her attitude was really wearing thin on Buffy.
"Ssshhh..." Buffy cautioned. "Oh my GOD! I swear I shouldn't have let you talk me into getting that last dress!"
Cordy rolled her eyes and tossed all her bags and boxes on the couch in the center of the lobby. "Oh puhlease! Will you get over it already! He didn't give us his card to..."
Buffy scowled and interrupted her, "To take advantage of him Cor..." She smiled sweetly as she remembered him telling her to spend all she wanted. She turned to Cordy, who had spent five times what she had and scowled at the taller brunette as she stated, "He gave us his card to get what we needed. He didn't give us his card to just go all Imelda Marcus on him!"
Cordy held up her bag of shoes, "I NEEDED these Buffy!"
Buffy rolled her eyes and grumbled, "Yeah, you needed three pairs of six hundred dollar Minalo Blahniks like I need three pairs of eyes Cordelia!"
Cordelia threw her purse on the counter, here she'd spent the whole day trying to entertain 'Little Miss I should be dead' and what does she do? She throws all her; Cordelia Chase's hard work in her face!' Well Cordy was tired of being nice.
"Look Buffy. Angel owes me. Do you hear me? He OWES me... You have NO idea what I've put up with because of Angel. It's been beyond wacky, it's been traumatizing!"
Cordelia eyed the Slayer and as usual, without thinking, ruthlessly blurted out, "I've had to deal with him going crazy and firing us all... obsessing over Darla. Following her around, skulking after her, stalking her and God knows what else."
She watched as Buffy paled, "We had to watch him go nearly as crazy as Angelus, Buffy. Then you had to go and die and oh brother... it started all over again. He destroyed his room, locked himself away and did nothing but draw pictures of you... I mean he completely went all catatonic guy..." The seer stopped and sighed, "Eventually he took off to some Monastery or something, so don't tell ME that I can't buy a few apology presents to myself okay?! Because you have NO idea what I've been through with him lately!"
Buffy just nodded. Though she didn't like to think of him in that much pain, the knowledge that her death had affected him so deeply made her heart leap, but on the heels of that came the insecurity of the other things Cordy had said. 'Why hadn't Angel told her that Darla was back, and that he'd become so obsessed with her, that he'd fired his crew?!'
It was on those last words that Angel made his presence known. He'd sensed Buffy the minute she'd entered the hotel. He'd been so happy to see her, he'd immediately started to come and find her. It was with an amazed sense of hurt, anger and betrayal that he'd listened to Cordy's words venomously spat to his love. It had almost sounded like she blamed Buffy for dying to save the world...again!
"Ya know Cordy," he said taking the last step down into the lobby, "I don't think you made me look crazy enough. Maybe you might want to tell her how I lit Darla and Drusilla on fire too? Or maybe the thing with Darla, Dru and the lawyers, hmmm? Or maybe you might even want to tell her how insane I went because of the guilt I felt when she died! I mean while we're painting her this image of me, lets really portray me to be the maniac, shall we?"
Cordy's eyes opened wide, shocked that Angel had heard her conversation with Buffy. She opened her mouth several times, before she went into her tried and true way of getting out of these situations; the best defense is an offense mode. "Oh please, it's not like I told her anything she wouldn't have found out on her own. Ya know she's not breakable Angel. She IS the Slayer!"
Angel walked into the lobby completely, he looked at Buffy and saw the pain Cordy's words had caused the woman he loved. He stopped and picked up Cordy's bags lying on the couch, "Here...Are these your's?"
Cordy nodded, still trying to glare Angel down, "You know they are, Mr. Eavesdropper guy." When he just held them out, she waved him away, trying to make him act like he normally did, when confronted by her anger, "Just set em' down and I'll..."
He shook his head sadly, his undead heart breaking a bit, but there was a steely anger to his words too as he said, "No, you can take them home now Cordy. I really want you to leave and don't come back for a while. I'll tell Groo you're home. If you have a vision call Gunn or Wes and they can tell me, but until I call you, don't call me, don't come here and definitely DON'T talk to Buffy."
His eyes were dark with emotion as he took out every dollar he had in his wallet, "Here..." He counted quickly, "this is a thousand dollars. Take it... It's your's. I'm sorry you feel I owe you so much, but I think the three thousand dollar shopping spree and this should cover it."
Cordy's mouth was open wide. "But...But, Angel...I mean..You can't..."
He took her arm and gently, but firmly led her to the front door of the Hotel. "I not only can, but I feel I have to..."
Angel turned hurt/angry brown eyes on Cordelia, and for the first time, Queen C felt like the bitch she was sometimes. "I can't believe what you just did," he whispered fiercely, showing the anger he felt as well as the betrayal. "You intentionally tried to hurt Buffy and cause problems between us. How could you do that, knowing she is the ONLY thing that has ever made me happy? You told her about Darla in the worst way possible, then you threw her own death in her face! Cordy that's just..." He gave her a sad shake of his head, "cruel and spiteful. I would never do that to you. I don't particularly like Groo sometimes, but I'd never try and ruin what you have with him."
Cordy felt tears come to her eyes, she blinked rapidly and grabbed Angel's arm desperately as he turned to leave, "Angel...Wait. Let me explain..."
He pulled his arm away from her and just shook his head, his face was stoic, but his eyes showed his pain. "No, I don't want to listen Cordy. Maybe later, but right now... I just need you to go."
After he'd shut the door behind his now sobbing seer, Angel turned to his very quiet lover.
Looking everywhere, but her face he sighed, "Well I'd wanted to tell you all that on my own, but..."
Buffy went into his arms. "Ssshhh..." She whispered placing her finger over his lips. "Ya know, at first I started to let her make me feel like you'd done something wrong, but you haven't. I wasn't here. We weren't together. Let's put it in the past..." She stopped and looked up at him, her dark blond brow raised in question, "I mean...It IS in the past, isn't it? You're not still obsessed with Darla are you?"
Angel turned his head to the side and gave her a smile that melted her from knees to toes. "Yeah, it's..very much in the past. Does it seem like I'm pining for Darla, Buffy?" He placed his big hands on her slim hips and pulled her closer, leaning down he placed his forehead against hers and smiled softly as he whispered, "The only one I see in my future is you Buffy. It's always been you."
She leaned up on tiptoes, "Oh, that was SO the right answer buddy."
They kissed for several minutes, their hands roaming each others' bodies, so eager to feel the flesh they'd only dreamed about for so very long.
After several minutes, Angel pulled back. He was panting for breath he didn't need. Only Buffy did that to him. She'd always been able to make him FEEL.
He sighed as he realized that no matter how badly he wanted to just take her upstairs, he needed to tell Buffy about the months when he'd nearly lost it. Especially the incident where he left Darla and Dru in Holland Manners' wine cellar with all those lawyers. She might say now it doesn't matter, but he needed to be straight with her, especially before someone else told her. He knew she might judge him for allowing humans to die, but being honest was the only way they could give their relationship another try.
He took her hand and led her to the couch, "There are a few things I need to tell you Buffy. I want you to hear how close I came to real darkness. I hope you're not too disappointed, but I want you to hear all of it from me, before you hear it from someone else."
He took her hands and could barely meet her beautiful hazel eyes as he told her everything. He started with Darla and how W&H brought her back, to Dru turning her. He didn't cut himself any slack when he explained the incident at Holland Manners' house and then he finished with his feeling of hopelessness when he'd taken that little elevator ride with Holland.
Truthfully, he almost stopped there. He was terrified to tell her about sleeping with Darla. He knew that no one knew about that, so he might be able to keep it a secret, but he he couldn't. Only the truth would suffice. In the end, he'd told her very quietly about his desire to lose his soul that night. He didn't make excuses for himself when he told her instead of perfect happiness, he'd found perfect despair. In a flat voice he explained his epiphany and how he came to be working for his employees, (though todays episode spoke volumes of who was really still in charge.) He told her how after being with Darla, he'd realized his destiny was to keep fighting. Even though he didn't see a point at times, he somehow knew it was right.
Buffy listened without interrupting. She'd gasped softly and had wanted to say something when he'd told her about the lawyers, but she didn't. When he admitted to having sex with Darla, she'd growled softly in jealousy, but stifled her comments as she waited for him to finish.
She was; of course, heartbroken to hear how far off his mission, he'd fallen and though she couldn't believe he'd locked a room full of humans in with Darla and Drusilla, she didn't judge him. Instead she wrapped her arms around him in comfort; her desire was to not only share, but absorb some of his pain, just like he'd done for her the other night on the beach.
"Oh Angel... Why didn't you call me?" Even as she said it, she realized how absurd it sounded. At that point her and Angel really weren't a part of each others lives. They had been barely acquaintances ever since he'd left Sunnydale and she'd gone to L.A and told him she didn't trust him anymore! Buffy sighed, she really wanted to kick herself in the ass over saying all that, especially after she'd died and the day that her and Angel had spent together in L.A had been revealed to her! It had been so beautiful. That day was filled with magic and she'd wept with sorrow as she'd viewed him with the Oracles giving the Powers his humanity back, but she understood his sacrifice, she only wished she'd upheld her promise to 'Never forget'!
Angel gave her a rueful grin and Buffy rolled her eyes, "Okay, don't answer that. I had built a stupid wall, but here's what I say we do. YOU don't lock anymore humans in with vampires andI won't tell you anymore lies to hurt you, deal?"
He smiled down at his beautiful blond Slayer, "Deal..." His eyes wandered and he gazed at the bags sitting on the couch. He was glad to have that discussion behind them and eager to move on, "So..." He flashed her a sensual little smirk, "any chance you're gonna model some of those new outfits for me?"
Buffy's eyes widened, before a sultry little smile crept across her face. Her eyes darkened with desire as she replied huskily, "You betcha big guy, first one to the room gets to pick out..."
She laughed as her preternatural vision took in his preternatural rush up the stairs! She was still giggling as she looked up, he was on the top landing, looking over the railing, holding her bags.
"Baby, you better get a move on... I've already been in the room and back!" He teased as he flashed her one of the sexiest smiles she'd ever seen, "Oh and I hope you got something in red...I love the way you look in red!"
Buffy chuckled as she raced up the stairs, her own supernatural speed bringing her in front of Angel in seconds. "I think I can indulge that need. Tell me is that a vamp thing or is it that all men just like a blond in red?" She replied as she rubbed her small hands up the front of his silky black shirt.
Angel gave her a lusty grin, as he gripped her hips and pulled her up next to him, letting her feel how much she excited him, "Nope. I don't like all blonds in red. I like only one blond in particular, but really, it doesn't matter what she wears because she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen no matter what." He gave a low, wickedly seductive laugh as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "As a matter of fact, I prefer her without any clothes at all. Does that answer your question?" He asked, giving the lobe of her ear a little nip.
Buffy's whole body shuddered in lust and her legs actually gave out at his sexy voice whispering in her ear and that incredibly erotic little bite. "Um...God yes...Angel..." she breathed, as he picked her up in his arms and carried her into their room.
It was magical, the way they moved together, the way they touched, kissed, felt about each other. Their chemistry was deeply sexual, yet it possessed that certain something that most people only dream of, that elusive emotion written about only in fairy tales...True love. They'd been given a second chance and neither one of them were going to waste it.
Everything; the Scoobies, his issues with Cordy, his fears that the Scoobs would guilt her into leaving, her fears that he would decide she was better off without him were forgotten, the heat of their absolute passion for each other consumed all thought but one... Need. Truthfully, the only thing on Angel's mind was Buffy and the possibility of naked Buffy and the only thing on Buffy's mind was Angel and the hope for naked Angel.
The curse or possible lack thereof was lost in the haze of their long denied need for each other. It was too much to think that they wouldn't indulge that desire. With a sigh that was pure surrender Buffy let Angel know she wanted this as badly as he did...
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Outside, down the hall.
Fred watched the couple go into the room. She felt as if her heart was going to burst with pain. The slim brunette had fallen head over heels for the handsome vampire when he'd saved her from sure death in Pylea. Now that they were back, she'd hoped he'd notice her. She'd hoped he'd develop the same feelings she felt for him. It hadn't happened yet, but Fred had still hoped...Until the other night when Angel had been trying to explain why he wasn't the right one for her to love.
Fred had opened her mouth to tell him why he was just perfect for her to love when Cordelia had come out and interrupted their talk. She was over excited as she shouted down to Angel... "Angel, it's Buffy... She's alive!"
Fred hadn't any idea who 'Buffy' was, but she hadn't been able to notice, nor forget the look on Angel's face!
He'd jumped up from the bench without a word and rushed into the hotel. Obviously this 'Buffy' was someone he cared for. It was Cordelia who's allowed her to still have hope that sooner or later, Angel would look at her with the same desire she felt for him, when she'd told Fred about how wrong Buffy and Angel were for each other.
Cordy had said, "Buffy was like a huge fat tidal wave of misery for Angel" Cordelia had also told Fred she hoped Angel would just tell the Slayer he was happy she wasn't dead and nothing more, because the seer had said again and again, Buffy was bad... very bad for Angel and any love they had was doomed for tragedy and misery!
Those words had given Fred hope to have what she desired most in this dimension...Angel. She'd almost had him, (or at least she'd thought so) but then she'd found out that it wasn't Angel in his body at all...It had been an old man pretending to be Angel. That had been devastating and that incident had also been the catalyst for 'the talk' they'd been having when Cordy had told Angel, Buffy was back.
Though Fred had been mortified that she'd let Angel know how badly she wanted him when that old man had hit on her, she realized it was freeing also. She new without a doubt, she loved the beautiful vampire. He was bold, strong, handsome and true! He was her knight in shining armor! 'Handsome man saves me from the monsters!' Fred still felt that. 'What woman WOULDN'T love him?!'
Her hope was that someday he'd return her feelings and she hadn't given up on that dream, that is...until the tiny blond Slayer had shown up. The incredibly attractive woman was the 'Buffy' that Cordy had mentioned and it had been obvious Angel was very much still in love with the petite blond.
Like Cordy, or maybe even because of Cordy, Fred was hard pressed to like the beautiful woman (girl) who was the ONE that supposedly held Angel's heart in the palm of her hands! Cordy had said how bad she was for Angel, Fred trusted Cordelia, and like Cordy, she wanted Buffy gone!
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Inside the bedroom...
They couldn't find enough skin to touch quick enough! It was as if they were starved and finally there was a full course meal laid out before them. Buffy attacked Angel's body as if she was going to die if she didn't have him naked in three seconds flat! Angel was no better! He ripped the crotch out of her Levis in his haste to touch her. After he apologized and removed the destroyed garment, he then tore her panties off by grabbing the string on the side of Buffy's thong and yanking it. For that he just grinned, no apology there. "Yesss.." he hissed softly, his cock jumping and swelling as he saw her naked, laying before him for the first time in years. "Buffy.." he murmured softly, "You're so beautiful," he breathed as his lips made contact with her hard flat belly.
Buffy's breath sucked in sharply, as his tongue swirled around her belly button. "Aaannngell!" Her voice was half moan, half whine. Angel loved it!
His mouth traveled lower. His exploration was slow and precise. He planned his trail of kisses down her body. This was the first time he'd had the time to really explore her beautiful body to his leisure, he wasn't going to rush this. He was going to take her as he'd always wanted. Slowly, with anticipation of what is to come. He wanted them both to ache, to want, to need before they became one.
Buffy was a tiny, writhing body of passionate, desperate need by the time his lips made their way to between her sleek thighs. "Pleeeeassssse Angel!!" Her voice was so breathless, Angel raised his head and placed his hand on her belly to soothe her.
After he'd calmed his tiny lover, Angel buried his face again between her golden legs. She was the sweetest ambrosia! Like meringue, a sugary sweet confection that melted in your mouth and made you feel like you were tasting a lighter, sweet side of heaven with every bite! Buffy was the same. Her taste melted on his tongue as he separated and explored the folds of her mound.
"Buffy, you taste like heaven baby." He knew since this was probably the closest he'd EVER get to heaven, Angel didn't waste time. He ate up every drop of her and her sweetness!
His tongue swirled around and tapped her clitoris again, it was just too much for Buffy. Her thighs closed and she gripped his head fiercely as she came.
Angel was glad he didn't need to breathe as he continued to pleasure his exquisite lover, even after she climaxed. His face was trapped between her thighs as she orgasmed. She had such a grip on his head as she came, that he knew had he been mortal, he'd have been struggling for air!! But since he was a vampire...He kept on tasting. Her juices were the sweetest of aphrodisiacs!! He moaned softly as she released him and opened her thighs wide, giving him complete access to every in of her incredible body.
He moved up her body, "Look at me mo chroi..." he murmured.
Buffy opened heavy lidded hazel eyes. "Mo grah, what does that mean?"
He grinned, "It means my heart," he entered her just as he said, 'heart.'
Buffy moaned deeply as she felt him completely fill her, "Yesss... My heart, Mo chroi, Angel. I love you." Her voice was husky with passion as he pulled back, then thrust up into her again. It was so good, Buffy had forgotten how big he was, how he filled her so deeply, it felt like he was deep in her stomach!
Angel stopped, his cock still deeply inside her, he leaned up on his forearms and cupped her face. He wanted her to look at him while he made love to her. This was such an intimate position Buffy wanted to hide. He was inside her, then he wanted to look into her eyes. It was a position designed to see the innermost emotions a person has. It was terrifying and Buffy closed her eyes.
Angel wouldn't let her hide from him though, "No. Open your eyes to me love," Angel demanded in a whisper soft voice.
Buffy did as she was asked. "Angel, please...Make love to me. I want... I mean I need..."
Angel shook his head, "What you need is to see me... us... for what we are. You're still afraid. You want this to be all about sex, but it's not and you know it. Don't you baby?" He asked seductively, his voice like warm velvet sliding across the skin as he nibbled at her lips.
Buffy was hooked, "Yes!" She gasped, "It's more...I...Oh God! Please Angel..." Her thighs gripped his hips as she tried to make him move inside her.
She opened her eyes and their gazes met and held. Buffy let go of the last of her reservations, "Yes...I know what this is. It's love. I love you Angel..." she whispered as she opened more than just her body to him, she gave him her heart and soul again.
Angel; feeling her complete surrender and acknowledgment of what was really happening between them, let go of his doubts too. "Buffy, I love you..." he moaned as he began to fully and completely make love to the one woman who had ever given him 'perfect happiness.'
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A/N 2... Okay, click the blue button guys!! I really liked this chappie, a bit of smut, and a real honest to goodness Cordy bashing!!
I've noticed most of you are tried and true Cordy haters!! YAY! We should have a club, with musie as the president!! I know last chappie Cordy seemed to be redeemed, but today musie and I watched the Ats epi of "Epiphany" I so disgusted us that this was the result. All Cordy lovers be warned, from this point on I can't say what musie will do to the biggest beeatch Sunnydale has ever seen Kay? Alrighty then, so please click the button and feed the musie!! Thank ya thank ya thank ya:)