The Beginning of the End

Chapter 7

Buffy's Apartment

Cleveland Ohio, June 19th 2009

The shrill, insistent beeping of the alarm clock woke Buffy from one of the more pleasant dreams she had had in a while. She groaned and flung out her hand, hitting the clock radio on her bedside table and sending it crashing to the floor. It smashed into tiny bits and stopped beeping.

Buffy sighed in annoyance and opened her eyes. It had been a couple of days since she had first started looking after Parker, in that time Booth had been dropping the little boy off every day and picking him up after he finished work.

Parker was adorable; he was getting along with Robbie really well. She and Faith were taking turns in looking after them. She would look after them in the morning, while Faith went to work. They would eat and in the afternoon Booth would come and pick him up. After Parker left and they had eaten dinner Buffy would normally head out for a patrol.

Last night she had gone out and headed south, towards a small but busy shopping area. She had bagged herself quite a few vampires, a strange occurrence in the last couple of years. Normally the local Slayer squad kept the demons and vampires away.

But the Hellmouth was acting up again and the vampires and demons were flocking into Cleveland again. She almost welcomed the distraction…almost.

She yawned again and slowly got out of bed, stretching and running her hands through her hair. She quickly made her bed, grabbed some clean clothes and headed into the bathroom.

She had a shower, got dressed and blow dried her hair, fluffing up the ends and securing her blonde locks with a clip.

She slipped out of the bathroom and down the hall, heading towards the kitchen. She smiled softly as she entered the room and sat down at the dining table, opposite Robbie. Faith was standing at the stove; she turned her head and smiled when Buffy walked in. She grabbed the pan, turned and tipped a freshly cooked pancake onto her plate.

Buffy grinned and squirted some maple syrup onto the pancake and was just about to take a bite when the doorbell rang. Before she could react, Robbie dropped his fork and bounced out of his seat, racing towards the front door. Faith and Buffy looked at each other; Faith smirked at her as Buffy slowly raised a hand a brushed a few strands of hair back from her face and tucked them behind her ears. Then, despite not having eaten anything, she took a drink of water and used the napkin to dab at the corner of her mouth.

The door opened and she heard Parker laugh, the door closed softly and the sound of footsteps echoed through the apartment as they walked down the hall. Robbie and Parker bounded into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Booth appeared in the doorway, looking down at them and then smiled at her.

"Hey," he said.

Buffy smiled at him, Faith turned around and raised her eyebrows at the agent. "Do you want some pancakes?" she asked him.

Booth blinked and tore his gaze away from Buffy's smiling face. He cleared his throat and eyed the freshly cooked pancakes. He shrugged. "Oh…Ok, what the hell." He smiled and walked further into the room, taking the seat next to Buffy. "Bones won't mind if I'm a little late," he said.

Faith nodded, grabbed a couple of plates, placed a pancake on each, and then set the plates down in front of Booth and Parker. Then she pored the last of the mixture into the pan, and started cooking a pancake for herself. Booth grinned and grabbed the maple syrup, squirting a generous amount on the pancake and then started to eat.

Faith finished cooking her pancake, flipped it onto her plate and took the last seat on the table. They sat in silence for a few minutes as Booth and Faith finished their pancakes in record time, Buffy couldn't help the small smile that was tugging at her lips.

Finally Booth looked up, noticed the look in her eyes and smiled at her. "What?" he asked.

Buffy shook her head. "Nothing," she muttered.

Booth looked her in the eye, set his fork down and cleared his throat "Can I ask you something?" he asked, suddenly nervous.

"Er…yeah, ok." She said.

Booth looked down. "Um…I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to lunch with me today?"

Buffy blinked. "I…"

"You don't have to, I just…. Well you don't have to…"

Buffy smiled. "I would love to," she said.

Booth grinned and resisted the urge to jump up and punch the air in victory. "Great," he exclaimed happily.

Faith looked between them, a smile tugging at her lips. "I have a better idea," she announced placing her fork down and licking her lips "How about you go out for dinner? Parker can stay the night; we can have a sleepover with DVD's and popcorn. You guys can go out, and….have a good time." She smirked and Buffy rolled her eyes at the other Slayer.

Booth raised an eyebrow, turned to Buffy and shrugged, showing that he was ok with the idea.

"Well," Buffy said, "If you trust Faith to look after Parker…"

Booth laughed, glancing at Faith as she smiled. He nodded. "Yeah, I guess I can." Buffy smiled again, ducking her head in pleasure.

Booth rose to his feet. "Well, I better be getting to work, but I'll see you later…I'll pick you up…. around 6.30?"

Buffy agreed; Booth gave Faith a small smile, ruffled Parker's hair and kissed the four year-old on the forehead before he turned and headed out of the apartment. As they heard the front door close Buffy let out a deep sigh and put her head in her hands. "Oh, bad, bad Buffy…" she moaned.

Faith patted her on the back. "You'll be fine!" she laughed.

"No! You don't get it, this is bad," she told the other Slayer, spreading her hands wide and pleading with her.

"Buffy, he's Angel, human and curse free. What's not to love?" Faith asked.

She shook her head. "He doesn't remember who he was, what we had….all these memories he has of being Booth are a lie…I would be…taking advantage," she whispered.

Faith snorted. "Honestly Buffy! Want, take, have. Remember?" She smirked.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and that worked out so well last time!"

"Ok, not that great…but…he's Angel…" She looked Buffy directly in the eye. "This is the chance to make it work, B, finally work," she said softly.

Buffy looked down, and nodded slowly. "I need to buy a new dress and shoes…and maybe I should do something with my hair…" she mused.

Faith rolled her eyes and sighed as Buffy continued to rattle off things she needed to do before her date.

(v)

Later that day…

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Booth?" Bones asked her partner as they sat next to each other on a wooden bench. They were outside the police station, taking a coffee break as they sat in the park that was across the road. "You only just met, you're not usually so…" She paused. "Spontaneous."

Booth laughed. "I'm spontaneous," he grumbled taking a sip of his coffee.

Bones looked at him. "Deciding what to have for lunch on the basis of your stomach is not being spontaneous,"

"Really? Hummm…" Booth took another sip of his coffee. "I… just really, really like her Bones," he murmured. "She's…" He sighed wistfully. "God, she's…"

Bones raised an eyebrow. "This is new; normally you're very eloquent in your thoughts."

Booth snorted. "Yeah, well she's….doing things to my brain." He sighed and smiled to himself. "I haven't felt this way about anyone before, not even Rebecca… it's kinda scary." Shaking his head again he turned and looked at the anthropologist.

Bones licked her lips and looked away. "How….how do you know these feelings are right?" she asked him softly.

He smiled, and reached out to gave her a quick hug. "I don't, but that's the beauty of it, Bones. Not knowing what's to come, not knowing what it will bring…" He shook his head. "It's magic."

"There's no such thing as magic," Bones told him softly, shaking her head.

Booth rolled his eyes. "Not literal magic!" He chuckled, drained his cup and threw the paper cup in the trash. He stood up and offered her his hand. "Come on, we better get back."

"I don't like this, Booth," she said, ignored his outstretched hand as she got to her feet. The old fashioned gesture wasn't something Booth would normally do.

They started walking back to work. "Why?" he asked.

Bones sighed. "We've always had a lead before, but none of the family know anything, all the evidence indicates a serial killer, because of the time period a copycat is possible, but there is no evidence to support that….we haven't found a trace of the killer." She shook her head.

Booth looked at her in surprise. "It wasn't that long ago when you were only focused on the bones, and not the person they had been."

Bones flinched and blinked back tears as she turned her head and looked at him. Booth noticed the look in her bright blue eyes, stopped, and placed his hands on her shoulders as he turned her towards him. "I like this change in you," he whispered.

Bones smiled. "I'm not sure I do yet," she admitted. "It doesn't help us solve the case and it hurts more, when I start to think of them as human."

Booth nodded and let go of her shoulders and they started walking again. "Yeah…"

They were silent for a few seconds and then Brennan sighed. "So, where are you and Buffy going?" she asked.

Booth immediately brightened. "Well I asked Pete, you remember the cop we were talking to the other day….anyway, he recommended this little place, not so fancy that I have to wear a suit, but not some hillbilly bar either…so I'm gonna take her there." He smiled wistfully. After a few minutes he frowned thoughtfully. "Hey do you think I should get her chocolates? Or flowers?" He scratched his head "I never know…"

"Flowers," Bones told him immediately.

"You sure?" he asked.

The anthropologist nodded. "If you get her chocolates she could take it badly, that you feel she's to skinny and needs to eat more…"

"But she is…"

Brennan glared at him. "It's not up to you, Booth," she said. "Or, she'll feel obligated to eat the chocolate, despite the diet and then she'll be annoyed at you that she gains a few pounds."

Booth frowned and thought about that for a second "Right, flowers…" he paused and rubbed his hand over his chin "What kind of flowers? Roses? Everyone gives roses on a date."

Brennan shrugged. "Red roses are beautiful Booth, did you know they represent love, respect, courage and passion." She smiled up at Booth. "Are you sure you want to show her all that on a first date?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

At the word 'passion' Booth froze, and in his mind's eye he saw himself standing outside a quiet suburban house, peering through a window as Buffy picks up a phone and listens to the person on the other end.

A string of haunting, ethereal words floated unbidden through his brain and he could do nothing to stop them.

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting... and though unwanted...unbidden... it will stir...open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... without passion, we'd be truly dead.

Stumbling to a halt he took a deep breath. He hadn't had another one of these memory flashes since yesterday, and he was quietly hoping that maybe they had stopped.

Bones stopped with him, turning her blue eyes on him and grabbing his arm. "Booth!" she shouted, concerned. She shook him slightly as she looked up at him in concern.

He exhaled and blinked, shaking his head. He forced a smile and looked down at her.

"Are you ok?" she asked softly.

"I had another one of those, memory things." He sighed and looked away.

"You really should get that checked, it's not right." Bones pleaded to him, her eyes wide and full of concern. She hated what these memories were doing to him. He was always so strong, so sure of himself. Seeing him having doubts left her feeling incredibly concerned, for him.

"I'm fine, Bones, nothing to worry about." He started walking again.

"Then why do you look so scared?" she asked softly, seeing the new, haunted look in his dark eyes.

Booth paused and then looked down at her, he sighed. "I…I don't think I'll get her roses," he said.

"What, why?" she asked. "Roses are beautiful."

"Too much…to many memories," he whispered.

(v)

A few hours later…

Buffy smoothed the delicate fabric over her hips and tugged at the bottom of her dress. She adjusted the straps, zipped the back up and turned, expecting her reflection critically. "How do I look?" she asked as she looked in the mirror.

Faith leaned against the door of her bedroom. The dark haired Slayer grinned, walked into the room and stopped behind Buffy. She tucked the tag into the back of her dress. "I think his heart is gonna stop when he see's you, B, you look great."

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief; it had taken her all day to find just the right dress. She was almost about ready to give up, having found nothing she liked when she had just happened to wandered past a little boutique, it looked expensive but it was her last chance.

The dress was simply stunning. Black, zipping high at the back and plunging low into a 'V' at the front, exposing just the right amount of cleavage without being tacky. It was fitted across her breasts, clinching in at the stomach and hugging the curves of her hips before ending just above her knee.

It was beautiful, and she hopped Booth would like it. She had put on her best matching set of lingerie, a pale pick bra and panties with black lace detail, and finished off the ensemble with a killer pair of black pumps.

Her hair was up in a messy bun, strands of hair falling around her face. Her makeup was clean, just a little concealer, eye shadow and mascara to bring out the hazel of her eyes.

Last of all she sprayed a small amount of perfume at her wrists and neck.

She smiled into the mirror "Do you think he will like it?" she asked Faith quietly, shifting nervously.

Faith snorted. "He'll love it B, stop fussing!"

Buffy rolled her eyes and played with a stray curl framing her face. "I can't help it," she muttered. "It's Angel…Booth and we're going on a date, without coffee and…and we're going on a date!" she gasped.

Faith took a step closer, grabbed Buffy around her shoulder and spun her around. "B, breathe!" she snapped, shaking the blonde slightly.

Buffy took a deep breath, and nodded. "Yeah, ok…I'm fine, I'm fine." She took another deep breath, took a step back and ran a hand down the side of her dress.

"I just…I can't believe this is really happening," she whispered, awed.

"Want me to pinch ya?" Faith asked with a smirk.

Buffy glared. "No!" she snapped.

(v)

Booth shifted on his feet as he stood in front of Buffy's door. He knocked shifting the bouquet of white lilies until they were hidden behind his back. A few seconds later the door opened, revealing Buffy.

His eyes opened wide as he saw her, his gaze raking down over her form before flicking back up to her dancing eyes. "Um…Er." He coughed as he tried to steady his racing heart. "You look…" He gave her a small smile. "You look beautiful."

Buffy blushed happily, glancing down and smiling. "Thanks," she whispered, looking up she gave him a wink. "You don't look too shabby either."

He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeved dress shirt that was a dark green. Smiling, he pulled the flowers out from behind his back "I got you these," he told her softly, looking her in the eye and watching her reaction.

Buffy gasped and beamed as she looked at the flowers. She loved lilies; they were one of her favourites. "Oh Booth!" she breathed, reaching out and taking them from his grip she raised them to her nose and sniffed. "They're gorgeous." She looked at him and smiled, and before she realised what she was doing she took a step towards him, took his hand in hers and reach up to kiss him on the cheek.

As he felt her soft lips brush against the faint stubble on his cheeks, Booth closed his eyes and sighed softly. Buffy blinked as soon as her lips touched his skin, gasped softly and pulled back. She bit her lip. "Sorry," she muttered, unsure if they had gotten to the kissing stage yet.

She hadn't been on many dates, had been on even less 'normal' ones, and she wasn't quiet sure of the correct protocol. How soon should they start kissing?

Booth opened his eyes as he felt her lips leave and turned his head slowly to look down at her. He forced himself to smile, feeling a little disappointed. But then he noticed the uncertainty in her eyes.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, and took a step forward. Steeling himself, hoping he was doing the right thing he leaned down to kiss her on the lips.

He pressed his lips firmly against hers, held the kiss for a second and then pulled back. She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide and he waited. She smiled, and her eyes twinkled.

He chuckled softly. "Couldn't help myself." He shrugged, reached out and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. He licked his lips, wanting so much to kiss her again. Taking a deep breath, he made a conscious effort to take a step back.

He chuckled again, slightly embarrassed. "How about we get going huh?" he asked her softly.

Buffy nodded. "Just let me put these in some water." She beckoned him inside and he followed. "So where's Parker?" he asked.

Buffy smiled at him as she grabbed a vase from the cupboard. "Faith took Parker and Robbie to Burger King and I think they're gonna go see a movie, something or other…with Transformers." She smiled and rolled her eyes. "So we don't have to worry about the time…"

Booth smiled. "In case we're late?" he offered.

Buffy nodded at that. She kept forgetting that he didn't know her like she knew him or at least the old him. She was looking forward to knowing Booth, and really getting to understanding the man her former love had become.

It didn't make her want him any less though, and sometimes she wished she could just grab him and kiss him senseless.

Buffy placed the flowers in the vase, admired them for a second and then turned towards Booth. She smiled and held out her arm. Booth took her hand and tucked it over his arm. "Lets go," he grinned.

Buffy giggled and walked with him to the door, they stepped out and Buffy closed and locked the door behind them, before putting the keys into her clutch.

(v)

When Buffy and Booth got to the restaurant they found that it was quiet, warm and romantic with wooden floors and deep burgundy walls. The table setting was simple and elegant with a single candle in the centre of the table. Buffy looked around in awe. "Wow, this place is amazing."

Booth nodded absently as he watched Buffy's face light up in happiness. "I owe Pete one," he said.

Buffy raised her eyebrows and Booth explained how the cop recommended the place, as he didn't know any of the restaurants in Cleveland. The maître d' led them to a table across the other side of the restaurant and Booth pulled Buffy's chair out for her. Buffy ducked her head to hide her happy smile.

They started talking as they waited for their meals. Booth asked her about her life, and Buffy tried to give as much detail as possible, without revealing anything about the supernatural. He asked about her friends and family and Buffy smiled as she told him about Willow, Xander, Giles and Spike, she explained about the friends she had lost, Tara, Anya and Cordelia. She told him about her little sister Dawn and her husband Connor.

Booth frowned briefly at the mention of Connor, as he remembered the dream he had had not that long ago.

Their food arrived and they fell into a comfortable silence as they started to eat. After a few bites and a sip of her wine, Buffy raised her head and asked him about himself. Booth hesitated for a moment, staring into her eyes. He wasn't normally so open about his past, especially the things he wasn't proud of. But the look in her eyes made him relax, he trusted her.

He licked his lips, glanced down at his plate and started telling her about himself. He told her about his father, an abusive man he hadn't seen in fifteen years; he told her about his younger brother Jarred, and laughed as told her the antics his younger brother had gotten into. He paused and spoke with reverence about his grandpa. He told her about his old friend, Cam, his partner and best friend, Dr Brennan, and the rest of the squints, Angela, Hodgins, and Sweets.

He told her more about Rebecca, and how it had ended. Buffy asked if he regretted not getting married. Booth looked up at her then, hearing something in her voice that he couldn't identify. "No," he answered her question, shaking his head. "It's better this way."

They finished their meals and were waiting for some desert when Booth decided to tell her he had been a sniper. The look on her face was one of shock and regret as he explained that he had been in the army.

Buffy licked her lips and asked if he had killed anyone. Booth didn't answer, just looked away and Buffy took that as answer enough. It made her angry. Even with a whole new set of memories, a new life, and a new humanity. The Powers-that-Be still saw fit to make him miserable. The guilt and regret she saw in his eyes as he talked about that time was palpable, it made her want to cry. Why couldn't they let him live his life in peace, without guilt?

Booth found himself liking Buffy more and more. She laughed and smiled at all his jokes. She was thoughtful and compassionate. The sorrow he saw in her eyes when he talked about his past made him want to hide; he was so ashamed of what he had done.

When they were finished Booth paid for their meal and took her hand as they both headed out of the restaurant. The walk to his SUV was done in silence, as both of them got lost in their thoughts.

(v)

As Booth pulled up in front of Buffy's apartment he suddenly felt a little nervous. He killed the engine and they both sat in silence for a few seconds. Buffy looked over and gave him a smile. "I had a great time," she told him honestly, smiling.

She was quietly relieved. It was one of the better dates she had been on, no demons, no fighting. Just her and a man she loved. The man she loved.

After all this time, she was finally able to be with him, and it was everything she could have hoped for. Booth was everything that was good in Angel and again so much more. He was able to laugh and joke around, the guilt he felt not weighting down on his human soul. It was nice.

Booth breathed a soft sigh of relief as he finally relaxed in his seat. "Thanks, I had a great time too." He smiled at her.

Buffy nodded, hesitated, and then decided to just go for it. She had been imagining kissing him all night, ever since he had kissed her softly earlier that night. She leaned over, shifting in her seat and moved towards him.

Booth smiled to himself and leaned forward. She kissed him softly, and he found himself being pulled in. Body and soul. He wrapped his arms around her.

When you kiss me, I want to die.

Her lips were so soft, her skin smooth as he ran his hands down her arms until he gripped her waist. Buffy moaned low in her throat, pulled back to suck in a deep breath. She opened her mouth, encouraging him to do the same as they deepened the kiss. Their hands started to wander; digging at each others flesh. Buffy hands moved down his strong arms and up his back, stroking the muscles under his shirt.

Booth gasped softly, and pulled her over to his side of the car. Buffy let him, sliding herself against him; she sat on his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, her dress hitched up above her knees. She could feel him against her; feel how much he was enjoying himself as she pressed herself even closer against him.

Booth pulled his lips away and took a shuddering, gasping breath. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to get his breath back.

As she heard his heavy breath, and felt his chest pound with the beating of his racing heart Buffy felt her head start to clear. He wasn't Angel, he was Booth, and they were on their first date. She shifted restlessly, moving back slightly, until she was sitting on his thighs instead.

Booth noticed, and his mouth twitched in amusement. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and when he leaned forward and kissed her again they were both more relaxed and composed. Their palms moving slowly over flesh, without the urgency of before.

Again they pulled away to catch their breath, and this time when Buffy leaned forward again she ducked her head and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Hmmm," she hummed softly.

Booth laughed quietly, leaning his head back against the headrest and stroked her hair with his palm.

Buffy sat up again, looking at him through hooded eyes. She bit her lip. "I should go," she murmured, a slight blush tinging her cheeks at the heated look on his face.

He nodded, leaned forward and kissed her softly before he pulled away again. "Yeah, that would…" He took a deep breath. "Probably be for the best…or…."

Buffy's lips twitched. "We'll do something neither of us are ready for."

Booth snorted. "Speak for yourself," he muttered under his breath, shifting slightly as he tried to ease the tightness in his pants. She did things to him that other woman had to actually work for; it kind of scared him how quickly he had responded to her touch.

He wanted her, badly. But he knew she wasn't the type to go this far on the first date, and he respected that. He wasn't normally like that either, and the last thing he wanted was to push her away. So he decided to take it slow, no matter how much she turned him on. Not matter how much he wanted her at that moment.

Buffy laughed at his comment and she saw his lips curl up in a wiry little smile. She tugged at the hem of her dress, took a deep breath and patted her hair self consciously before she shifted off his lap and onto her side of the car "Well…" she whispered.

"I'll call you," he whispered. "And I'll see you tomorrow, I'll be around to pick up Parker early in the morning."

Buffy nodded and slipped out of the car. She gave him a little wave before she hurried across the footpath towards the steps leading to the building where her apartment was located. Booth watched her walk away, admiring the way her hips swayed, as he made sure she was safe. Once she closed the door he sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ," he muttered to himself.

Giving himself a quick shake he cleared his throat and started the car, he pulled away from the curb and heading towards the hotel. His thoughts running a million miles a minute as he focused on the little blonde he had just held in his arms.

(v)

He could hear her breath coming in short painful gasps as they crashed through the heavy wooden door and stumbled into the small apartment. She rushed past him and he slammed the door closed behind them. Shaking with anticipation, energy, rage, and fear for the woman he loved.

He turned around and saw her standing in the middle of the room, her blonde hair limp, and soaking wet, she clutched her cardigan around her small frame as she shivered.

Buffy again, looking over ten years younger. She was shaking; even from across the room he could hear her teeth chattering. He quickly walked over to her, his long stride eating the distance in seconds. He wrapped his arms around her; pulling her close.

"We're safe," he murmured into her hair. "Its ok, we're safe now."

She started to sob quietly, overwhelmed with everything. She clutched him tight, her tiny fingernails digging into his arm. He didn't notice the pain, nor care as he wrapped his arms even more tightly around her, backing away and easing them both down so they were sitting on the side of his bed. He rocked her softly, whispering soothingly in her ear.

Her sobs finally stopped and she leaned back against his chest, turning her head and pushing her nose into the crook of his throat. She breathed in his scent and smiled happily. He ran his hands over her arms. "We need to get you warm," he whispered.

She nodded and he stood up, walking across the apartment he grabbed a fluffy towel and handed it to her. She took it and wrapped it around her chest, staring up at him, her big eyes flickering with uncertainty. He cleared his throat, a little nervous and turned around, giving her as much privacy as he could without leaving the apartment.

He heard her shift on the bed, lean forward and gasp as she pushed her cardigan over her shoulders.

He tensed. "You ok?" he whispered, his voice thick with concern.

"Yeah," she said, "It's just a little cut."

He bit his lip. "Can I see?" he asked

"Ok," she said meekly.

He moved slowly, not wanting to frighten her, knowing that she was still tense from the fight. He moved over to the bed and sat down behind her; he touched her shoulder and ran his hand over the muscles of her back. "It's already closed," he whispered, feeling relieved.

She turned her head and looked up into his dark eyes. He gazed down at her, taking a deep breath he tried to steady the rush of emotions swirling through him as he held her tightly in his arms. She turned until she was facing him, slowly raising her hand she placed it on his cheek and pushed herself up to kiss his lips.

The kiss started slow, chaste, but quickly turned into a wild, passion filled dance. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her and pulled her even closer. She gasped and moaned. He turned, and placing his arms around her waist he eased her down onto the covers, leaning over her and kissing her with everything he had.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as she shifting her legs against the sudden pulsing of her body.

A soft, musky, female, smell entered his nostrils and he breathed in deep. Responding, he felt himself growing hard as he pressed himself even closer to the young woman in his arms. Buffy kissed him desperately, gasping quietly. Running her hands over his arms and back, her small nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons of his shirt.

His movements were slow as he carefully took of her singlet and leggings. He didn't want to scare her, wanted to take it slow, make it right, make it perfect.

Please her in every way he could.

She was moaning loudly now as his palm brushed against the front of her panties, he heard her heart start to beat faster and faster, and her breath come in even more increasing gasps as her whole body started to hum with sensation.

He rid her of her panties and bra, moving down the bed until he could kiss her softly. His mouth moving over her flesh, his tongue and lips bringing her closer to her release. Buffy moaned quietly, writhing on the bed, fisting her hands in his hair and gasping softly.

"Oh Angel," she moaned desperately, arching her back and pressing herself against him.

He touched her again, gently placing a finger against her folds and pushing the long digit inside. Buffy gasped and bucked her hips. "Ohhh…" she moaned. "Ahhh…"

Her hands clutched at him again, and she urged him up. Her lips found his again and he kissed her. He felt her hands on the waistband of his pants and placed a large cool palm over hers stilling her movements.

He leaned back, bracing his weight on his arms as he looked down at her. "Are you sure, Buffy?" he asked her quietly, gently.

She nodded vigorously, her eyes wide and bright with lust. "Oh, yes!" she whispered and he laughed softly, a dry chuckle. He kissed her again, and then raised his hips up off hers, he undid his fly and eased the damp pants off and kicked them to the floor, quickly covering her body with his again.

He placed his palms at the juncture of her thighs and gently pushed them apart. Buffy's breathing was coming in heavy pants now as he moved up her body and paused. The head of his penis paused at her entrance. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "But this will hurt."

Buffy nodded, biting her lip and gasping softly as he gently pushed himself inside her, stretching her walls for the first time and fitting himself perfectly inside her. He held himself still, letting her adjust to his size before he slowly eased back and pushed back inside, creating a slow steady rhythm.

Buffy leaned back, gasping quietly, her eyes closed, her nails digging into his shoulders. With each shallow thrust she was coming closer and closer to her release. She moaned again, and he grunted softly, feeling her inner walls flutter around him.

He increased the pace, feeling her shudder and cry out passionately, throwing her head back as she came. He was there a seconde later, clutching her tight and thrusting himself deep inside as he emptied his seed inside her.

Sucking in a deep breath he collapsed on top of her, quickly rolling over to lie next to her so his weight wouldn't hurt her. She turned with him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. "That was…" she trailed off, taking a deep breath and giggling happily.

He smiled to himself and cradled her in his arms. "I love you, Buffy," he murmured against her hair.

She nuzzled against him, half asleep, a warm contented smile on her face "I love you too, Angel," she told him.

(v)

With a harsh gasp Booth sat bolt upright in bed. His breathing was erratic. He looked down at himself and cursed softly as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Damn," he muttered to himself. With a harsh sigh he laid back down. He was still throbbing painfully. He ran his hand over himself, trying to sooth the ache and get some sort of release.

"What the hell is happening to me?" he muttered to himself.