Sunday Afternoon
Bedroom
A pair of warm lips brushing over Buffy's skin woke her from a peaceful and dreamless sleep. Sleepily she moaned. For the first time in hours, Buffy finally closed her eyes taking a much-needed rest.
Letting the smile spread across her lips, Buffy turned her chin partially looking over her shoulder to the handsome man, without every opening her eyes.
His hand cupped around her cheek then slid down the length of her body, covered in a thin bed sheet.
"I can't move," Buffy said letting out a soft laugh.
"Good," Angelus nuzzled her ear and kissed her neck. His arm wrapped around the mid-section of her waist, holding her close to him.
Smiling, Buffy's fingers threaded into his hair and cupped around the back of his neck, she whispered, "But I still want…"
"What?" Angelus lifted his head from the pillow looking down at her with surprise. "You couldn't possibly… Not that I wouldn't…" He pressed himself closer into her backside, letting her feel his growing arousal.
"No, no, I'm spent. Pleasantly numb even…"
With keen interest, Angelus held his head up with his hand looking down at her. "Then what do you want?" He watched as she laid on her back, holding the bed sheet over her naked breasts.
Buffy opened her eyes and instantly latched into his gaze. His free hand dragged up her torso and cupped around her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered closed as he slowly closed the space between them, letting his lips brush over hers.
She released a soft moan into his kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth, needing that addictive taste of him.
Their kiss became more heated as desire fueled them when Buffy's stomach suddenly grumbled interrupting the passionate kiss.
Smiling against his mouth, Buffy muttered, "I want sustenance."
"I can help with that," Angelus said trailing his mouth down her neck. His long fingers began to pull away at the bed sheet, revealing her toned body to him. Buffy's fingers combed through his messy, spiky brown hair as his mouth created an invisible path down the length of her body to her pelvis.
"Angel…" Buffy moaned as he manipulated her body into oblivion with just his mouth and a soft hand against her skin.
It didn't take very long for a pleasurable ripple to shiver through her entire body, making her toes curl.
She caught Angelus mouth, tasting herself on his lips. "Not exactly what I meant by 'sustenance'." Buffy laughed into their kiss.
"Oh, my mistake," Angelus teased, nipping her earlobe with his teeth. "I like this," he ran the backs of his fingers down her bare arm to her hand. He wrapped his hand around hers and brought it to his lips and kissed each finger before meeting her eyes. "I like waking up with you."
"Well, don't get used to it." Buffy frowned, trying to give off the impression of disinterest, which Angelus saw straight through. "You got me at a weird time and, and there were sunrises involved…" Buffy released a gasping breath as Angelus' mouth nipped, licked, and kissed her neck, finding her sensitive spot that made her jelly in his arms. "Of… course you were going to get… lucky…" Buffy hand grasped around the back of his head needing his kiss.
Angelus drew back his head, enough to see her beautiful face. He pushed the long strands of her blonde hair from off of her face and whispered, "I never dreamt I'd get this lucky."
Breaking from his enthralling mystical spell, Buffy looked at him with displeasure, "Stop doing that." She ordered.
"Doing what?" He pretended to be naive.
"That," Buffy pointed her finger at his innocent, yet utterly charming face. "That thing that you do; That annoying, and totally charming, sweet-talker thing—Stop it." Coming to her senses, Buffy started to shake her head, sitting up from her laying position when Angelus' arm tightened around her waist. "This can't happen again, Angel. The me and you, in bed, nakedness thing. It can't happen—It shouldn't have happened in the first place."
"Give me one good reason." Angelus waited patiently.
"Riley,"
Showing his apparent displeasure with a groan, Angelus rolled away and onto his back, hating the 'other' man in Buffy's life.
Buffy sat up in the bed, resting her back against the headboard, holding the sheet over her breasts. "I'm still with him, Angel. What we did was wrong. I was wrong."
"You don't want him. It's obvious." Angelus said, rolling to his side, he laid a hand on her flat stomach.
Removing his hand that was set around her, Buffy looked at him with unwavering eyes, "Yes, I do." She told him. "I love Riley."
Angelus sat up and twisted to look at her. He could easily see her inner battle that was desperately trying to convince herself that, that was what she wanted. But no matter how hard his lover tried, she always failed to hide her true emotions from him. "Stop lying to yourself." He softly told her. "You don't love him, any more than you hate me." Angelus placed his hand over hers.
"Angel," Buffy was only able to whisper his name before he closed the small space between their mouths. She hated how easily she responded to his kiss. Her arms circled around his neck, holding him as close as she could into her body. He moved over her, settling between her knees.
Angelus' large hands went around her waist, scooting her downward, to lay back on the comfortable mattress. The breath hitched her throat feeling his mushroom tip poking at her centre, teasing her before he filled her entirely.
Just admit it to yourself now, Buffy. Her conscious began to taunt her. You want him. You want him entirely. Hell, you might even be falling for him. Mentally, Buffy could feel herself shaking her own head at its irony. For so long she tried so hard to fight him and keep him at arm's length, afraid of getting too close. But it was getting harder, especially when he was kissing her like the way he was.
Sunday Evening
In the early hours of the late evening, Buffy woke from a blissful dream only to realise it was not a dream at all. She was lying in her bed with a sheet wrapped around her naked body. Buffy turned her head to her side to see her lover asleep beside her to only notice that he was gone. She had spent the entire day in bed with a man she tried to convince herself that she detested and now she couldn't get enough of him.
Buffy sat up in the bed and looked around the rugged floor to see that all of his discarded clothing was missing. There was not a trace of him left in the bedroom to prove that he had been here and they had shared wonderful hours together.
Running her hand through her dishevelled blonde hair, Buffy pursed her lips together. Did he leave? He got what he wanted and now he's gone? Buffy couldn't help the anger that was beginning to swirl in her chest. She knew this was going to happen. She was the 'flavour of the week' and now he was over it. The chase was finished, he finally got her to prove that she, in fact, wanted him. Asshole. I hate him.
With a grumble, Buffy got out of the bed, holding the bed sheet around her body. 'Pissed' was an understatement, Buffy was livid. She finally relented and gave herself to him and now he's gone. Poof! Vanished! Are you happy now? You've officially destroyed any chance with Riley—again! You gave yourself to a man you hate like a whore.
She went to the closet and opened the wooden door for a robe or something to cover her naked body when something in the reflection in the inside door mirror. Frowning, Buffy looked over her shoulder to the crisp white collared shirt on the floor in a crumpled mess. She then noticed that the bedroom door was slightly ajar and a smell of fresh hot coffee lingered through the air. You've got to be kidding me…
Buffy followed the heavenly scent down the stairs and into the kitchen where she found Angelus standing at the stove in his trousers and was shirtless.
Her eyes lingered over his chiselled back, noticing for the first time a tattoo of his left shoulder. She didn't know what it was off, it looked like something mythological but she did recognise the letter "A" beneath it.
Feeling a pull to go to him, Buffy crossed the short distance across the kitchen to stand beside him. He turned his eyes from the frying pan of scrambled eggs down to her face. He watched as she silently opened a cabinet and took two coffee mugs from the shelf.
Angelus turned his eyes back to the task at hand while she fixed the coffees. All of this felt oddly routine. Angelus cooking nighttime breakfast while Buffy fixed the coffees. He smiled to himself and kept his eyes on the pan of eggs until he heard her soft breathless voice ask with surprise, "You cook?"
"Breakfast." He said pushing the scrambled eggs from the pan and onto a plate. "So don't get your hopes up."
With a smile, Buffy leant against the counter holding the coffee mug in hand and said, "It's more than I can do. I'm less than stellar in the kitchen—but I'm really good at making reservations. Riley says I should learn to cook, 'cause he thinks it'll bring me happiness like his mother…" Buffy trailed off noticing the sour expression written across Angelus' face. She mentally slapped herself for mentioning Riley once again. "I'm sorry, I did it again."
He did not respond.
Tenderly, Buffy ran her fingers over his cheek and threaded her fingers through his short messy brown hair. "I thought you left."
Angelus seemed taken back by this. He stood straight looking down at her unsure why she would have thought such a thing like that.
Seemingly reading his thoughts, Buffy stepped closer to him and whispered, "I woke up and you weren't there. So I thought—"
"—I left." Angelus finished her sentence and pushed her tousled hair from her shoulder. In honesty, if Buffy had been any other woman, he would've been long gone, without a trace some time ago. If she had been any other woman, he wouldn't have spent the entire day in bed with her. Nor would he have watched her sleep for hours making believe that she was in love with him. "I couldn't… Wild horses couldn't drag me away." He whispered before brushing his lips over hers.
She felt his jaw clench, biting back his desire as her fingers slid down his jawline. Buffy opened her eyes to look at him. She let out a soft breath and said, "I have to talk to him."
"Why?" Angelus didn't want to hear anything more about Riley Finn. It was becoming increasingly difficult to share her with another man; even if it was just to talk.
"You—Us… Whatever we are." She replied. "I mean, if we're going to really give this a shot, then I need to be honest with Riley. I need my conscious clear."
Angelus knew that she was right, he knew that she was too good of a person. His forehead pressed against hers. "I thought you hated me."
The pad of her thumb ran over his bottom lip, "I thought you hated everything." A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You're Mr Darcy."
Comically, Angelus frowned with confusion, "I'm who?"
"Mr Darcy, from Pride and Prejudice," Buffy explained then frowned thinking that she sounded too nerdy. "I'm sorry," her smiled with embarrassment, "my English teacher nerdy-ness is coming out."
"I like that." Angelus returned her smile. "What I don't like are those adolescent boys running their eyes all over you. I remember what its like to be seventeen."
Buffy raised a brow as her smile widened, "Is that joke? Did Angelus O'Connor make a joke?"
With a deadpan expression etched in his handsome features, Angelus muttered, "I'm a funny guy." His hand ran down the length of her back realising for the first time that she was wearing his white button up shirt. He drew his head back getting a better view of her wearing his shirt. Beautiful.
The plate of breakfast and thoughts of Riley long forgotten, Angelus wrapped his long fingers around her hand and pulled her into his arms. He dipped his head, catching her lips. Buffy's draped her wrists over his shoulders and his hands held at her hips.
Without thought or hesitation, Buffy jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, while never breaking the heated, passionate kiss. Angelus stumbled, pressing her back into the refrigerator and moaned as she ground her centre over him, mimicking the movement in minutes to come.
Monday Morning
The muffled noise of an alarm beeping and a jaunty ringtone jingling started to cause Buffy to stir in her sleep.
As she woke, the pressure of a solid mass behind her became more present, as well as the irritating sounds of the alarm clock and cellphone ring.
Tiredly, Buffy slammed her hand down over the clock, shutting off its alarm and then felt around for the cellphone somewhere also on the nightstand.
Pressing a green button, Buffy held the cellphone to her ear and hoarsely whispered, "Hello?"
"Buffy?"
Buffy opened her eyes a bit wider, recognising Willow's voice. "Hey, Wills, are you okay?"
"Are you? It's almost seven twenty. Homeroom is about to start."
Now suddenly awake, Buffy sat up naked on the bed and picked up the clock on the night stand reading its time: 7:15 A.M. Shit! Buffy hung up the cellphone and shot out of the bed waking Angelus, who had been sound asleep beside her.
He rolled onto his back and pinched the corners of his eyes realising Buffy was running around the bedroom searching for anything to presentable to wear in front of a group of teenagers. She took a quick glance at herself in the mirror and frowned at her tousled blonde hair. Jeez, you look like you just had sex. Buffy quickly pulled back her hair in a messy, yet stylish bun.
"What are you doing, Buf?" Angelus grumbled and slouched back against the headboard, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm late," Buffy said as she hastily applied makeup and ran a hand over the crinkle in her clothes.
With a smirk, Angelus watched her run around the bedroom envisioning himself sitting in this exact position watching her race against the clock for the rest of their days. "Come back to bed."
"No," She hopped into her boots and fixed the zipper. "Get out. You need to go to work, too."
"No, I don't. I own the place, I can do whatever I want. Come back to bed." He ordered, patting the warm space beside him that she had previously occupied.
"No, I have to go." She said whining, possessing zero motivation to actually leave him.
Angelus reached out, catching her arm as she passed him and pulled her into his arms. He held his arms tightly around her and kissed her well-kissed lips. "Call in sick. We'll spend the day together."
Buffy regretfully shook her head, hating herself for doing so. "I can't… papers are due… Shakespeare…" she gasped as his hand cupped around her breast and his mouth kissed the sensitive spot on her neck, "… needs to be taught…"
"Fine," Angelus' eyes moved around her face memorising the look of desire etched into her features. "But just know, you're going to miss me. I'm in your system now. I've been inside you." He ran his tongue over her pouting and parted lips. "I know what you taste like," Angelus whispered and opened his eyes. "And you taste exquisite." He gently kissed her lips making her want more.
"I… I have to go…" Buffy reluctantly reminded him and finally broke herself from his arms and stepped back, making a desperate attempt of restraint.
Letting his arms drop from around her body, Angelus held his hands behind his head watching her adjust the hem of her blouse and rake her eyes over his muscular frame. Shit. Buffy grumbled turning away from the gorgeous man laying in her bed and smirking at her as she bolted out the door.