Days Later

Playground

Sitting together on the bench as if they weren't having a passionate love affair, Buffy and Angel kept their eyes on the children playing in the sandbox and their conversation light.

Across the playground, Willow pushed her daughter, Ava on the swing. Beside the redhead was Anya pushing her daughter, Sarah as her eldest, Josh played with a few of the older kids at the monkey bars.

Thankfully for Buffy, neither Willow or Anya asked many questions about the gorgeous man she had befriended. The questions they asked were simple; his name, job, and if he was married. Unsurprisingly, Anya was disappointed with the answer to the last question but that didn't stop her from daydreaming of having wild and dirty sex with the beautiful man.

Quietly sitting on the bench together, appearing as casual as ever, Angel turned his head away, looking out to the neighbourhood as his hand inched closer to hers.

Buffy played aloof as if she hadn't noticed the ghost touch of his fingers caressing the back of her hand. She kept her eyes on the open-faced book on her lap as their fingers slowly began to dance together.

Angel felt like a schoolboy again as he counted the seconds until the time at the playground would end and Buffy would ask—as if it was an impromptu thought if Steven wanted to have lunch with Lucy at her house.

For days that had been their M.O.

No one took notice of it because it had appeared innocent. It was no secret that Lucy and Steven had become friends over the several weeks together.

Buffy's Study

Resting back against the reading chair, Angel laid his head back feeling relaxed and sated. He stared out the window, watching the light breeze toss the leaves on the tree branch outside.

They had left the children to unwind from their lunch and sat them in front of the television to watch a random animated movie.

The last they had checked on the kids, they were sound asleep on the makeshift fort they had created out of the couch pillows.

Buffy and Angel took the opportunity to be alone.

Angel was shaken from his thoughts when he felt the toes of Buffy's foot touch his naked chest.

Picking up his head, Angel looked down at her with a tugging smile and grabbed her ankle. He traced the arch line of her foot with a finger and lifted his eyes to hers. Keeping his firm gaze on her, Angel gently brushed his lips against the inside of her ankle. He cocked a brow with a smug smile and kissed the inside of her ankle again.

Buffy laid partially on her side naked on the floor holding her head in her hand. Her smile grew as he began to trail his soft butterfly kisses up her leg.

Shifting onto his knees, Angel parted her knees apart, settling between them as he continued to pepper her tanned smooth skin with his mouth. He created a path from her pelvis, over her flat stomach, between her naked breasts, to her collarbone, up the column of her neck, until he finally reached her mouth.

Buffy's fingers threaded into his dark spiked hair, gripping it with need.

Hiding away in the privacy of the study, which had become a place she was beginning to think of as their own. Like at the park, in here, they weren't married to anyone else. They felt no guilt for their betraying act. No, in the safety of Buffy's Study, it was just them. It was a place they could truly live in an alternate reality; they so desired to be in.

Angel reached a hand between their bodies and gripped his standing cock and directed himself into her welcoming body.

A breath hitched her throat as he entered her.

It had been so long since Buffy felt the need to be filled by a cock. Riley was good and she always came as they proceeded but she never felt the need to have him, then and there. The urge to rip his clothes off had died since having the baby.

With Angel it was different. Perhaps it was because it was new, dangerous, and forbidden. They weren't supposed to be doing this and that is what made the sex so exciting and passionate. The sex was very passionate. She could give him herself over and over again. He left her satisfied but hungry for more.

"God… you make me feel…" Buffy gasped into his ear as the pace of their thrusts sped up.

Angel turned his head to her and slowed down wanting to hear what she had to say. "Feel what?" He asked.

Embarrassed by her sudden outburst, Buffy turned her gaze from him, unable to look at him in the eye without turning a mortifying shade of red.

Gently touching her chin, directing her to look at him, Angel softly smirked, "You feel what? C'mon, you can tell me." He kissed her mouth.

Releasing a breath, Buffy looked at him and said, "Alive."

There was a certainty in Buffy's delivery that an ran lightning bolt straight through Angel. He looked into her eyes and agreed, "… Yeah. That's good. That's how you're supposed to feel."

Sweetly, Angel tucked her hair behind her ear and decided to open himself up to her. "I've never felt like this before, Buffy."

"I know what you mean." She touched the side of his face, tracing the line of his brow.

It was the closest they've ever gotten to admitting their love for one another.

Never looking away from her bright green eyes that he could drown into for days, Angel began to move inside of her again.

Their pace began slowly before it picked up in momentum as their pleasure surfaced to the edge.

It didn't need to be said that the part of the day when they needed to say their goodbyes was getting harder.

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