It had started with her knees, but soon Buffy felt as though her whole body was a trembling heap of mush. After all, Angelus was pratically making love to her mouth here.
That was the only way she could think of how to describe what this man was doing to her. A Second First Kiss sure as hell wasn't going to cover it. By a long shot.
Every kiss, every move he made was perfect. Nice, slow and easy. Yet everything he did seemed Earth shattering, powerful and hungry. Everything seemed to have a purpose, a deeper meaning behind it that she couldn't even beginning to comprehend at the given moment. And he certainly seemed to know what he was doing, making Buffy hope she wasn't making a fool of herself due to her inexperience with these sort of things.
As if sensing her worried thoughts, Angelus closed in on her just a little bit more. This little bit of added pressure had a bigger effect on her than she would have imagined though.
Suddenly, she craved more. And lots of it. She wanted his whole body to be blanketing her, pressing hard into her, completely trapping her between him and the door behind her.
Moaning, Buffy wrapped her arms tighter around Angelus' neck and pulled him even closer to her. She was pretty sure she felt one of those irritating, irresistible, arrogant smirks of his in passing cross his lips before letting them return to hers, but she was too busy focusing on the hand crawling underneath the back of her shirt to really care.
There was a low growl that came from deep within him though that she couldn't ignore even if she wanted to when his hand continued upward until he was passing underneath the back of her bra, right where the clasps to it laid. Buffy shivered from the touch of his very warm, very strong hand and she felt more than heard the second growl.
"Angelus," she moaned, arching into him, her mind going back to her needy wants with a few new additions to her little fantasy... like, say... making the two of them a little less clothed and giving a whole new meaning to the 'pressing hard into her' bit.
Before she had time to fully realize what she was thinking about and lusting for and then get all flushed and embarrassed about it, Angelus murmured something against her lips. It took her a few moments to realize what he had said, her mind was a bit muddled with everything else going on, but as soon as she did she felt a whole new rush run through her.
'Angel.'
One of her hands slid up his neck and buried itself in his hair, grasping tight, pulling him as hard as she could to him. The other had a mind of its own, slipping in the other direction, exploring his very naked, hard, and beautifully tempting chest.
Buffy whimpered when she felt his hand retreating from her shirt and nearly did again when she felt it reach out to grab her more explorative one and began pulling it away. She didn't have time however to and any noise she might have thought about making died in her throat when he pulled her hand down to his straining erection.
Buffy stilled, her eyes popping open before rolling back in her head as he guided her along. He'd lightened his kissage after she became stiff in his arms but did not stop.
When he felt her fingers first begin to twitch, the kiss intensified again.
"Angel," she moaned breathlessly and he all but lost it.
Angel barely even remembered to be careful of his more major-like injury as he did his best to devour Buffy. Hell, he could hardly remember anything at the moment. He also couldn't feel anything other than her right now, but somehow, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew once she was out of his arms, if he wasn't just a little careful, he'd be hurting later if he moved too fast, pressed too hard, or twisted the wrong way.
He also had that tiny, nagging reminder in there of the more painful consequences that could come from this. But for just right now, he really did not want to care. About any of it.
Angel removed his hand from hers and returned it to under the back of her shirt, almost getting it crushed as he closed almost all of the space left between their bodies and pressed her back hard against the door. Buffy moaned and then surprised the hell out of him when she squeezed his jean-covered aching manhood.
He was surprised by all of this really but he really had not expected her to take everything that easily.
He was counting on her to be the one to stop this before it got out of control, instead she was pushing him on.
Angel hissed out a few curses then roughly cupped the back of her head with his other hand. "Buffy," he hissed quickly before crashing his lips down to hers, drawing blood. He wasn't finished but she spoke before he could.
"A... Angel... I... I want..."
"Liam?" Ethan's voice rang out softly, along with a low knock. "Are you asleep yet?"
"Fuck!" Angel hissed, quickly removing himself from Buffy. Too quickly.
Angel felt his stab wound protesting in full force and then he had to cause more damage when he jumped back to catch Buffy as she started to fall.
"Shit!" he hissed out.
"Liam? Are you alright?"
"Yeah," he ground out, "Fine," he lied. He did get some satisfaction from knowing Buffy was all weak in the knees and unable to stand because of him though. And from the dazed look she still had on her eyes... the flushed skin... swollen lips... heaving chest... Angel groaned again, silently cursing himself, her and Ethan some more.
Angel heard Ethan saying something else but for the life of him, he couldn't make a word of it out. His eyes locked with Buffy's as he held her up a bit more straighter and could not look away. She whispered his name and he heard nothing else.
Well, until the door started to open anyway.
The door had been unlocked to let Buffy in and so he knew in seconds this tiny blonde's father would be entering. Not that he thought Ethan wouldn't have entered anyway if he really wanted to but this sure as hell made getting that job done a lot easier.
"Liam? Are you..." Ethan stopped mid-sentence, mid-step and did nothing but blink and stare for many too long moments. "..alright," he finished with a whisper finally, his eyebrows shooting up and a grin just beginning to take over his face.
Buffy hurried to detach herself from Angel, missing the ridiculous amount of happiness radiating off of her father. She was too busy having reality rush back to her, scaring the living daylights out of her.
"Daddy no," she whispered, unsure if anyone even heard her.
Boys just out there in the world were one thing, but his boys were a whole other story.
Buffy felt her stomach drop as she let images hit her of what she imagined what might happen to him, the least damaging being fired but things could get a lot worse from there. And she was more than sure that they would.
Regular boys didn't get anywhere with her, never had, never would. That's how it seemed anyway. For as long as she could remember. Buffy could remember countless times where they'd been scared off, usually just by looking at her. Her father was the worst of them all but his boys did a hell of a job, too. And they knew damn well to stay away from her or there would be hell to pay.
She'd heard the threats being dished out, they knew when they started this gig what the last thing they should ever want to try was. Of course, there's always a few too dumb to pay attention. And then would come the yelling, the punches being thrown, bones being broken. She could remember seeing and hearing such things as clear as day.
Her father never left her alone with anyone new, never with anyone he didn't know and trust, but she wasn't exactly kept away from anyone either. So, every once in a great while things happened. Of course, nothing ever as serious as this had ever happened. Nothing even anywhere near close to it.
Angel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Something you need, Rayne?"
Buffy's eyes flew over to him. Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest with worry and he... he just seemed too damn relaxed! Hell, he even seemed tired and... and annoyed, of all things! She couldn't believe it.
She truly hoped her father wasn't going to charge him, she was pretty sure she was too shocked to move anytime soon.
Ethan chuckled lightly, opening his hands up in front of him. "Well, I was just coming to see if you knew where my daughter was since she wasn't in her room," he chuckled again. "I guess I got my answer."
Angel glanced over at Buffy. "You should probably get back to bed," he told her softly. He looked away just as quickly and sighed again, walking uncomfortably over to his bed to take a seat.
Buffy opened her mouth but still could not manage to make any real sound come out. She shook her head, or at least she thought she did and looked both men over with wide, scared turned confused eyes.
Something was off, she began to realize this once a bit of the panic went away after no blood had been shed, punches thrown, or really anything at all.
"Well," Ethan spoke again after a few silent moments, "I must say, it's about time that you..."
"Shut it, Ethan," Angel cut him off. "Nothing is going on."
Ethan sighed and ignored the death glare coming his way. "Liam, must you be so damn stubborn?"
"Yes, now drop it."
"Oh, for crying out loud Liam! I do not understand you."
Angel sighed, loudly, dropping his head in his hands for a long moment.
Finally he looked up, looking Buffy over quickly then returning his gaze to his boss. "Not now, Ethan, okay?"
He was about to respond, but Buffy couldn't stay quiet another second. Unfortunantely, she blurted the first thing that came to mind. "I was trying to convince him not to leave!"
"For fuck's sake," Angel muttered, letting his head fall back down.
Her face started to burn, more so as she heard her father's laughter bounce off the walls. "So that's what this was?" he asked, amused. She blushed even harder but also felt her mouth gaping open in shock of the new kind. This was not any expected reaction. "Did it work?"
Buffy only continued to stare, completely confused. And embarrassed. 'What the hell is going on here?' she wondered.
"Liam?" Ethan called out.
Angel raised his head again. "I don't know," he answered tiredly.
Ethan looked him over and decided it was better to drop this for right now. Pushing him wouldn't help anybody.
They were going to talk about this though, once and for all. It just wasn't going to be tonight.
