Awakening
A fic by Angel's blue eyed girl and BroodyAngel
A/N: To Red, my bud and beta: Thank you sweetie. I love you bunches.
A/N 2: To Roxy, Summer, Vix, Kelli and Brandi: You guys SO love Angelus in this…WOW—I thank you! Roxy & Summer especially—this fic is ALL your fault!! I was a good girl and loved ONLY Angel before I met you 2!! Lol! ;)
Okay, anyways, seriously though, thanks to each and every one of you who have R&R'd this fic. You make my day—really. I TOTALLY appreciate it. YOU feed my musie… :) :) :) :)
Okay, this is pretty much PWP in a lot of parts…Vix would call this a filler chappie…lol! Well, if you can do it so can I sugar plum—except my filler chappies are PURE smut!! Lol!! JK Vix—I love U darlin'! :) You know that.
Oh, and I want to say thanx to JennCvice: You my girl write the MOST deliciously wicked Angelus I've ever read!!! You inspire me--you rock and if any of you have'nt read Jenn's fic "No Deliverance"...YOU HAVE TO! It kicks A$$! (luv that $$...thanx Summer! :p )
Oh and hey if any of you haven't checked out my girl Vixangel's fic "Broken" then you are seriously missing out on a fantabulous Buffy/Angel fic. She gives them the "BIG HAPPY" we always wanted for them...Check it out!
My girl elaine451 also has a great fic in "Where Do We Go From Here?" Just a 411...If you guys are looking for great fics...Here are MY pics my buds. I love ya all to death and you're the best.
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Okay, on with the show…FINALLY, huh? :)
Chappie 9
The Mansion on Crawford St.
Spike froze. "Bollocks," he muttered as he released Buffy and faced Angelus. "Well, it's not like I haven't been there, mate—maybe I just wanna remind her what a real vampire feels like, hmm?"
Angelus gave a feral smile as he stalked into the room. Rage was pouring off him so fiercely; Buffy's stomach clenched. "Angelus I—"
His head whipped about and the fury in his eyes made her take a step back. "Not now, lover—I have to show Spikey here what a 'real' vampire looks like!" He went to Buffy's bag and pulled out a stake.
Spike crouched and his body tensed in preparation for the attack. "Well, come on then," he said with a grin.
Buffy's eyes widened. "Angelus…" she warned, but he ignored her.
Idly twirling the stake, Angelus advanced on Spike with casual menace. "Still the lousy little poet, aren't you, Will? Look at you—spouting eternal love and as always, sniffing after what belongs to me," he chided. "I'm telling ya—you gotta get another act, buddy. Aren't you tired of being compared to me yet? "
Despite the danger of the situation, Spike smirked. Angelus was seething with jealous rage and this was an opportunity to taunt the older vampire that he wasn't going to let pass. "Say what you want, ya soddin' git—I did more than sniff after what was yours—I had her—more times than you have, I'd bet."
Buffy crossed her arms as her face flamed. "Okay—can we say major testosterone overload going on here," she muttered under her breath.
Angelus turned on her. "You know what, Buff, if you don't want that punishment to start in front of your little love-sick puppy here, you'd better shut the fuck up!" he snarled.
Her mouth dropped and her eyes bulged. "I—what? Are you serious?" she sputtered, so angry she couldn't see straight.
"More than serious," he growled. "I'm ready to put you over my knee right now and teach you a thing or two about pain and pleasure, baby."
"You could try, but I wouldn't suggest it," she told him with false sweetness. Angelus just glared at her and Buffy rolled her eyes. "Stop getting all grrr on me—it's not like I asked him to show up and start spouting off about loving me!"
Angelus grabbed her arm and yanked her to him. "Yeah, but you had the bad taste to fuck him, so right now I'm as pissed at you as I am at Billy here," he snarled, leaning down into her face.
Angry and embarrassed, Buffy shoved him away from her and smacked him across the face. "Bad taste?! I already told you…" She stopped and glared at him. "We're so not having this same argument again!"
Angelus ran his tongue over his split lip. He smiled cruelly when he tasted his own blood. "That's gonna cost you later, lover," he said softly.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Whatever, you deserved it. I already explained and we dealt with this, so don't throw it in my face."
Spike bit back his pleased smile. "She has feelings for me, ya know? You should have seen her—the things she said to me…the things she did to me…" he needled, trying to drive the wedge between them deeper.
Buffy gasped in outrage and Angelus' whole body tightened as images of Buff and Spike went through his mind. He was across the room before either Buffy or Spike saw him move.
In full game face, he lifted Spike by the neck and pinned him against the wall. "You little fuck—normally I'd rip your fucking prick off and shove it down your throat, but I've decided you're just not worth the trouble—I think I'll just stake you and get rid of you once and for all."
Buffy grabbed his arm. "Angelus don't—you can't—he has a soul…"
His eyes widened and he sniffed the smaller vampire. He laughed. "Darla was right—it does stink." He shook Buffy off and brought the stake up to press it against Spike's cheek. "Like that stinking soul is gonna change my mind." He grinned. "You know better though, don't you, Will?"
Spike remained silent. Angelus' hand around his throat made it hard to speak anyways, but he knew begging the bastard wouldn't help, and truthfully, he'd rather be staked right and quick anyhow than suffer the torture he knew Angelus capable of.
Angelus grinned at the mutinous anger in Spike's eyes. "Oh, come on, Spikey…no last words? But you had SO much to say a minute ago," he said almost playfully.
"Sod off!" Spike croaked.
Angelus laughed, but his laughter turned to a snarl when Buffy pulled him off Spike and pushed him away. "Stop it! Angelus, you can't kill him," she yelled.
Spike had dropped to his knees when Buffy shoved Angelus back, but he got to his feet and smiled cockily. "See, told you she has feelings for me, mate."
Angelus' growls turned into a roar of anger. "The hell she does, she loves me, you pathetic little half vamp!"
Buffy had had enough. "Okay—SHE is right here and has a voice of her own!" She glared at Spike. "You—shut up. I told you I never loved you—I wasn't lying. I'm sorry, but there it is." Spike opened his mouth to say something and Buffy held up a hand. "No, I mean it—one more word and I'll stake you myself."
She turned to Angelus, ignoring the stricken look on Spike's face. She'd never wanted to hurt him, but he'd forced this confrontation, now she had to make it right again. "I want you—it's always been you—never doubt it, but I can't let you kill him. If you try it again—I'll stop you," she whispered.
After a brief internal debate, Angelus brought her hand up to his lips. "I won't kill him," he acquiesced. "But I can and will make the rest of his existence fucking miserable if he tries to get in between us again." He cupped her face and stared intently into her eyes, "You're MINE. I'll never leave you, and I don't share."
Buffy nodded and gave him a small smile. "I know—neither do I—share that is," she said, stroking his jaw.
"Good," he said, then kissed her. A few moments later he raised his head and looked at Spike. "Still here, Will?" he asked with mock sadness. He shook his head as he idly twirled a lock of Buffy's hair around his finger. "Well, if you think you're watching, boyo, you're gonna be disappointed…" He flashed a wicked smirk. "But then again—you're used to that feeling aren't you, Jr.?"
Spike waited until Angelus was done chuckling at his expense before he gave his Sire a smirk of his own and said, "No, watching was for when you used to fuck Dru right in front of me—you remember Drusilla, don't you mate?"
Buffy looked from Spike's smug face to Angelus, who now wore a wary expression. "What about that—her?" she asked suspiciously.
Angelus shot Spike a murderous look, before responding. "Nothing, Buff, he's just trying to spout off some bullshit about my past with her—you know I was—"
Spike ignored Angelus' warning glare and shook his head. "No, actually I wasn't." He pulled out his cigarettes and put one in his mouth and lit it. He blew out a cloud of smoke and a cunning smile spread across his face as he said, "I was waiting for the part where you tell her how Dru is up in your room…not in the past, but as in right now, isn't that right—boyo?"
Buffy turned wide, accusing eyes to her lover. She didn't even need to ask if it was true--she could see it written all over his face. "How could you?" she asked angrily.
Angelus gave Spike a look that said he'd pay for this later before attempting to placate his irate mate. "Buff—wait, I…"
She cut him off. "No. YOU wait! What? Did you think I'd just let her snuggle up next to your other side, you arrogant bastard?" She shoved him out of her way as she stomped across the room and grabbed her bag.
"What the hell are you doing?" Angelus asked as she struggled to pull her clothes on while still wearing the robe.
Buffy turned her back on them and dropped the robe, baring her slender back to both vampires. She ignored Spike's purr of pleasure and Angelus' loud, jealous growls as she yanked a tank top on over her head. "What does it look like, lover?" she asked sweetly as she pulled her hair into a messy pony tail. "I'm going upstairs to stake your little groupie. You're mine, and I told you I don't fucking share!"
Spike's mouth dropped. That wasn't at all what he'd expected. He'd thought she'd dump Angelus and leave with him—not try and stake Drusilla over the bastard. "Now wait just a minute, pet. Dru isn't the one who—"
Buffy rounded on him and backhanded him across the face, sending Spike flying back to crash against the wall. "I told you to shut the fuck up, didn't I?" Her demon was rising up, making her emotions far more unstable than normal. She was on him again in a flash; reaching down, she hauled him up by the collar of his jacket. Lifting him off the floor, she began to pound him against the wall, punctuating each word with a slam of his head. "I—told—you—to—stop, but no—you just had to keep running your mouth." Buffy dropped him to the ground and stood over him angrily. "Well, if you think I'm happy with you for spilling the beans, think again. Do I look happy, Spike?"
"You look as crazy as him is what I'm thinkin'!" he snapped. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. Feeling a huge lump and the wetness of blood, he winced. "I think you cracked m' bloody skull open, ya bleedin' twit!"
Angelus allowed a slow lazy smile to spread across his face as he watched. This was better than pay-per-view as far as entertainment value was concerned. He'd expected Buff to freak when Spike dropped the Dru bomb, but on him—not Spike! He wisely kept quiet, deciding to let Spike take the brunt of her anger—little prick should've kept his mouth shut AND his dick in his pants—Angelus had no sympathy for him, but it was even better that Buff was the one beating the shit out of him. Kind of poetic justice as far as Angelus was concerned…
Buffy gave a low growl. "You never know when to stop—when to just shut up or leave someone alone do you? You've stalked me—followed me—tried everything to make me love you, and I never will…when are you going to get that?" she snapped as she picked Spike up and threw him across the room.
He hit the wall with a thud and attempted to stagger to his feet, "You're the one who's kiddin' yourself an' you know it, Buffy. You have feelings for me, you just can't admit it."
"Yeah, I have feelings for you—disgust—pity…oh, and right now—anger!" she quipped as she punched him in the face again and again, over and over…
Angelus watched for several moments before he decided Spike had suffered enough for opening his wise-assed mouth. If he let Buff continue, there'd be nothing left for him to torture later…He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her off Spike. She elbowed him in the ribs and he grunted in pain, but one look at Spike's battered face restored his good humor and he purred softly in Buffy's ear, "You don't have a reason to be jealous, lover. Dru ISN'T in our room. I moved her and her things out and back into her old room."
Spike was forgotten as she turned on Angelus. Her Slayer demon was in control and jealous rage surged through her. "Oh, and that's supposed to make it alright? If you think for one second I'm letting the bitch you used to screw sleep right next door to us, you're out of your mind!" She grabbed a couple of stakes out of her bag and headed for the door.
Angelus grabbed her arm. "I can't let you stake her, lover, she didn't do anything." When Buffy's eyes flared with fury, Angelus soothed her. "Look, baby, I don't have a problem with her moving out of this house. It's what I intended—but it's daylight, so it'll have to wait until tonight, okay?"
Buffy grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. "You're MINE!" she screamed.
He winced, but nodded. "Not complaining here, Buff—are you gonna stake me—or do you want me to stake you?"
Torn between fury and lust, Buffy gave in to her baser urges and ripped his shirt open. "So beautiful…" she breathed. "You're so damned beautiful, you take my breath away." She raised her eyes and Angelus was stunned at the way her eyes were glowing.
He laughed as he realized what it was. "Your demon is showing, lover."
Buffy growled at his teasing and tore at the buttons of his pants. "So what? You're a demon—what's the big?" she asked as she slid her hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around the thick length of his erection.
"Shit," he hissed, banging his head against the wall. She squeezed him hard enough to make him yelp, his eyes flew open and he saw Spike standing behind Buff. The blonde's face was a wonderful blend of pain and hatred. Angelus smirked at the younger vampire as Buffy pulled his cock out of his pants.
"THIS belongs to ME—I won't share you with Drusilla, Darla or any other of the thousands of whores you've fucked, Angelus. I'll stake your ass first—I'm not kidding. Put THIS in anyone else and I'll chop it off right before I stake you!"
Angelus watched Spike storm from the room, agony was pouring off him, and Angelus savored those emotions for a moment before answering Buffy. "If I wanted to put it in anyone else—I wouldn't be here…I'd be upstairs giving Dru what she wants, now wouldn't I?"
"Do that, and after I stake her, I'll—"
"Enough!" he snapped as he wrapped his hand in her long blond locks. "You'll what?" he asked yanking her up by the roots of her hair so that they were eye level. "You'll stake me?" He laughed. "We both know that's bullshit—so you can cool it with the empty threats."
"Ow," she cried as she grabbed his wrist in an attempt to make sure he didn't rip the hair from her head. . "Let me go, Angelus."
He shook his head and tsked chidingly. "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy…when are you gonna learn? I don't take orders, baby. I give them, and if I remember correctly, I still owe you for trying to stake me earlier, remember?" he murmured huskily.
The heat of his look spread through her belly and settled to a dull throbbing ache between her thighs. "Yes," she whispered. "I remember."
He chuckled evilly. "I knew you would, but what really confuses me is that sweet scent of anticipation I'm getting from you right now." He relaxed his hold on her hair and allowed her to set her feet on the floor again. Leaning down, he licked her cheek. "Why aren't you scared? Or is it that you're actually looking forward to being punished?"
Buffy didn't answer; instead she grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged sharply. He winced, but wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and tugged her to him so they were pressed belly to belly. She stood on her tip-toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The intense desire they shared slithered around them like a living thing, overwhelming them until they were aware of nothing but their need for one another.
He pulled back sharply when she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Feeling a bit bold, are we, baby?"
"I'm the Slayer—I'm always feeling bold…lover."
His laugh was husky and aroused as he licked the blood from his mouth. "Buff, you never fail to surprise me—you know that?"
Buffy gripped his hair tighter and pulled his head down so that they were eye to eye. "Can't become predictable, now can I?" she quipped and attacked his mouth again hungrily.
Snarling with rising lust, Angelus backpedaled her until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she fell onto the soft mattress. He followed her down to cover her body with his own, never breaking contact with her mouth. Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips and arched under him, needing to feel him against her. He was so hard, so big and she moaned softly as he began to rock his hips into her. There were no words, just loud sighs and soft moans from Buffy and grumbling purrs and growls from Angelus as they quickly divested each other of their clothes.
Naked at last, Angelus rolled them so she was on top. "I can't get enough of you," he grunted, his eyes fastened on the perfect pale pink nipples that hovered in front of his face. He slid his hands up her back and brought her torso down so he could taste her.
"Angelus!" Buffy cried when his lips found her nipple and suckled it hard at first, then more gently, laving it with his tongue and settling into a soft gentle suction that sent waves of heat spiraling through her belly.
He wasn't rough, just thorough as he alternated between nipples, swirling his tongue around the pebble hard tip of each one before taking it deeply into his mouth. Buffy clutched at his shoulders as her body began to tremble. She knew she was close to an orgasm, and he hadn't even touched her down there. It was like he was making love to her breasts, and it was so out of character for him that for a moment it was like Angel was the one in bed with her. Buffy gripped his hair and pulled his mouth away. She didn't want to be reminded of Angel—she couldn't, he was gone and had been for a very long time. She wanted—needed Angelus. HE was her mate.
"What? I thought you still loved Soul-Boy, baby?" he teased as he placed a tender kiss on each swollen nipple. "See, I can be gentle too…" His eyes met hers and he smiled. "But that's not what you really want, is it, Buff?" His hands tightened on her hips suddenly and his face shifted. "You want me—this, don't you?"
Her belly clenched. "Yes," she whispered.
He growled and lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the tender skin surrounding her nipple. Buffy screamed in agonized pleasure as soon as his teeth pierced her flesh. . In seconds her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and every draw he took sent an electric current of pleasure straight from her breast to her core. It hit her over and over, making her climax go on and on until it was just too much.
"Stop! Oh God, I can't—no more, it's too intense," she pleaded, yanking at his hair, trying to pull him off her.
Angelus withdrew his fangs and allowed her to pull his head up. He grinned, licking her blood off his lips, savoring the taste of her pleasure. He'd felt her body come apart the moment he'd bitten her. He'd felt her come over and over; her juices flowing over him as she rubbed that hot little body against his belly. Buff wanted the monster, not the man. She wanted HIM…
He cupped her ass and lifted her so that the hot, moist center of her was hovering over his mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation of tasting the sweet honey that was still running down her thighs. "Saddle up baby, 'cause you're about to get the ride of your life," he purred and brought her down to sit on his face.
Buffy howled with pleasure the moment his cool tongue slithered in between the burning folds of her flesh. "Oh, my God!" she gasped as he spread her legs wider so he could taste her in earnest.
"Mmmmmm…." He groaned. "You taste so good, so sweet…" he murmured as he licked her like she was finest dessert.
Buffy placed her hands on his chest and leaned back, then she ran her hands through her hair as he swirled his tongue in and out of her, alternating between long, slow licks of his tongue and fast, rapid taps against her clitoris. The pleasure he was giving her was so intense, she felt wild, almost decadent as she indulged in the incredible sensations his mouth gave her.
"Annngellluussss," she cried and couldn't stop herself from grinding herself on his face as she felt that talented tongue thrust up and in her over and over. It was like he wanted to be a part of her, in and out, then a swirl and a tap around and on her sensitive clit. It was so good, so hot, and it was driving her crazy. She was so close, but he seemed to slow down every time she was about to come.
"Oh—OhGodOhGod, so close—so close…" she panted. It was almost too good and for a moment she was embarrassed by her response. She'd never let anyone do this to her. Not Riley—not Spike—not even Angel had ever tasted her quite like this. Angelus was feasting on her and it was so wickedly sensual, Buffy thought she just might die from the pleasure alone.
"Please…" she whined, needing to come so badly she was ready to beg.
Angelus slid and tapped his tongue along the sensitive nub of her clitoris again before pulling back and smirking at her. "Please what lover?" he asked almost pleasantly.
"Please…you know what, Angelus!"
"No baby, I don't. You're gonna have to tell me."
Buffy exhaled loudly. "Please make me come, dammit!" she growled, frustrated and angry.
He chuckled wickedly. "All you had to do was ask, lover," he murmured as he pulled her down onto his mouth again. This time he wasted no time in going for her most sensitive spots. His lips clamped around her clit, while at the same time he slid three fingers inside her dripping core, crooking them so that he hit that special spot inside her. He placed one big hand on her heaving belly and pressed, knowing his fingers and palm were both hitting that elusive spot known as the G-spot…Angelus used every trick he'd learned from Darla and a hundred and fifty years of debauched sex to bring Buffy to the edge and keep her there…
"Angelus…" she sobbed, pressing herself against his mouth almost desperately. "Pleasepleaseplease—I need…Oh, God—I need…"
"Tell me you love me," he said, knowing it was wrong to make her suffer like this, but he wanted to hear it from her mouth.
"I love you, please…I love you," she admitted, beyond caring, she just wanted to climax.
"Good girl," he praised and locked his lips on her clit while he pressed his palm against her belly and wriggled his fingers inside her.
Buffy exploded. Her body reeled with the intensity of her orgasm. It went on and on until once again it was too much and she collapsed on top of him, her head swimming and her body shaking uncontrollably. Angelus allowed her a moment to feel her release before he slid her back down his body and rolled them so that he was on top.
He pushed the damp hair back from her flushed face. "Look at me, Buff," he demanded.
Her eyes fluttered and she blinked owlishly as she tried to focus on his face. "Can't—too tired," she mumbled and closed her eyes again.
Settling himself between her legs, Angelus refused to accept that answer. He slapped her lightly to get her attention. "Wakey-wakey, lover," he said playfully as he bit down on the side of her neck. "That was just the pre-show…" He gripped one of her thighs and slid it high up on his hip. "Here's the main event," he grunted and thrust forward, sliding into her swollen, wet heat easily.
Buffy gasped as she felt the rock hard length of him fill her all at once.
He stared down at her intently. "Are you with me now, baby?"
Buffy whimpered in pleasure. "Yes, I'm—oh, God—yes," she said, closing her eyes and wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Open your eyes, lover," he gritted out.
Buffy's eyes flew open and they stared deeply at one another as he started to move inside her.
"Angelus," she breathed softly, never breaking eye contact as he set a steady pace. In and out, deep and slow, it was like he was staking his claim on her once and for all, and Buffy could do nothing more than cling to him.
"Oh, God," she moaned as the tip of his penis hit that spot deep in her belly again and again. "Yes, oh, my God, yes—right there," she pleaded. .
He laced their fingers together and pinned her arms above her head as he quickened his rhythm. He was so close, but he held back, wanting her to get off again before he allowed himself to come. Angelus wanted to tie Buffy to him in every way possible, and he knew his most potent weapon was her desire for him. He thrust harder, deeper, angling his hips to hit her clit on each down thrust.
"Open your legs wider, baby. That's it—give yourself to me…give me everything," he murmured into her ear as he buried his face into the side of her neck.
Buffy did. She opened herself to him and let him inside her heart like she'd never done with anyone except Angel on that first night so many, many years earlier…How ironic that it was the same body that was again claiming her soul…
"I love you," she murmured, gripping his hips tighter and tilting her pelvis to accept him deeper. "I love you, Angelus—please…"
Satisfied, he released her hands and immediately set out to bring her to orgasm. His fingers went between their driving bodies and found her clitoris. He gritted his teeth to keep his impending orgasm at bay while he played that tiny nub until she was whimpering and thrashing beneath him.
He scraped his fangs along her throat. "That's it—come for me. Come for me, Buff," he demanded and gave a low growl of approval when she did just that.
"Oh, God, Angelus!" she screamed as she was swept away by a mind-numbing climax. Her body spasmed wildly and it was all she could do to hold on as she rode out the waves of pleasure that seemed to go on and on and on.
"Yes…" he hissed as her Slayer muscles clenched around him hard enough to make his eyes roll. "Damn, I love how you do that…" he groaned as he began to thrust harder and faster. He braced himself above her and pounded into her, the muscles on his arms and shoulders bulged as he drove into her over and again, and every pump of his hips brought him closer to orgasm.
Buffy lurched up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He felt her body shuddering and he knew she'd climaxed again. "Love you," she gasped and bit him hard on the shoulder.
Her inner muscles gripping him—her bite—it was all so good, and with a roar Angelus threw his head back and let his own release wash over him. "Buff—Buff…" he panted, his body quivering like an addict seeking a fix as he spilled his cool cum deep within her body...
It was only later…while he lay exhausted with Buffy curled up asleep on his chest that Angelus realized he'd climaxed and he hadn't bitten her. His eyes widened and a huge wave of stunned disbelief swept over him. He'd NEVER orgasmed without the bite. Never!
'Why now and why her?' he wondered. Buffy snuggled closer to him and her soft breath blew across his chest as she slid one leg over his thigh and clutched at him. He almost shoved her off him as that thought resounded through his mind.
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Later:
Buffy lay sprawled on top of him. She was smiling happily and tracing little patterns on his pale, muscular chest. "That was—like, wow," she said with a grin.
He wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged. "Wow? That's all you have to say? How about that was the most amazing sex you ever had…"
She giggled. "Well. I thought you got that from the 'wow' comment!"
He chuckled suddenly. "Buff, what the—?"
"Daddy, do you love the nasty Slayer, too?"
Buffy's head snapped up and she looked over her shoulder. There standing in the doorway was Drusilla. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"
"God damn it!" Angelus growled as he sat up and pulled Buffy to his chest. "Dru—what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked irately. "I told you to stay in your room until I came for you, didn't I?"
"You what?" Buffy gasped in outrage as she reared back to look down into his face.
Angelus rolled his eyes at her. "Not like that, Buff—stop overreacting!"
Drusila floated into the room. "Daddy why do you love the Slayer? She killed you." She grinned suddenly, madly. "Is it a plot? A grand plan to kill her? She loves you—but then again…everyone loves you my Angel," she said almost sadly as she sat on the edge of the bed and took Angelus' hand.
"Get her off our bed or I swear…"
Angelus sat up and held Buffy to him, subduing her. "Dru—princess, go back to your room and I'll talk to you about this later."
Buffy elbowed him hard in the ribs and scrambled across the bed towards her bag."If you think I'm letting your princesswalk outta here, you're even crazier than she is!"
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The House on Revello Drive:
Spike stood on the porch for what seemed like an eternity before he knocked on the door. 'If the Niblet opens the door—then I'll talk but if she doesn't then I'll—"
"Spike" Dawn said with a smile as she opened the door. She leaned forward. "I already invited you in, remember…why are you knocking?"
Spike stood still for a moment before he sighed and said, "It's about Buffy Bit—and you might wanna sit down…"
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Okay guys I know this was basically pwp, but I hope you liked it anyways…feed the musie and she'll feed me!
