Slowly, the cabin became like some fairytale place just for her and her Angel. She loved it more with every passing day. And night.

She would often find him staring at her with one strange expression on his face when she'd look up from readin his dad's journals. But whenever she would ask him about it he would either make a joke or tell her it was nothing.

He loved playing out in the snow. And dragging her with him. They would make snow angels and snowmen just off of the porch. They'd have snowball fights and they went for walks around the beautiful woods surrounding their cabin.

She'd help him chop wood more so enjoying that time to watch him with the axe, the way his muscles would flex.

And they made love whenever and wherever they could. On the couches, on the table, on the bed, on the floor, only in the shower once because they learned to regret it once the hot water ran out and they were left with the cold.

She felt so free here. She could smile and laugh. She could play around and not feel so guilty about life, about the life she had out there still waiting for her. But everytime that came to mind she'd only brush it back, not wanting to waste or regret this time and just love everything.

"Hey, listen to this," Angel said, making her come out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

Angel looked at her amused. "Dad's journals. 'mad man hunting us down.' 'cabin in the woods.' You remember any of that?"

"Smart ass," she hissed. "I was lost in my thoughts okay? So what did you find?"

"I'm starting to think I wanna know about your thoughts more..." Angel turned the book over.

"Don't think so."

"Please?"

"Nope, so now you either tell me or I'll just go back to my own journal here."

"Fine, fine. I know when I'm beat." He turned the book back over. "We found a series of caves under a light covering of floor, it was a tight squeeze but we made it. The cavern we entered was huge and it was full of holes, some looked manmade as if taken out purposely to trap someone who dared entering. We had to be so careful as we made out way around the edges, not wanting to fall to our deaths in one of those very holes. On the far side of the cavern there was another opening in the walls of rock. She went in before I could stop her."

"Your mother was quite a daring explorer."

"I wasn't through."

"Sorry," she smirked.

Angel leaned forward, his hand coming to grab the back of her head and then drew her in closer. The short kiss he planned on turned into another. Then another. Until finally she had to draw back.

"Now now. Don't start something I won't let you finish until you read that," she warned.

He growled. "Fine. Just don't you forget where I left off." Angel picked up his book again and ran his finger to find his place. "I heard her moving deeper into the opening. When I got to her, she was standing as if she were stone herself. her eyes were wide and they were fixed on something in the darkness. She began to speak.. but not in any language I knew or had even heard of." Angel flipped the page. "Then.. she screamed. It was so loud I thought she'd bring the cave down on us, so I grabbed her and started to shake her. Finally, she looked at me. And she said four words before she fainted. 'Don't touch the stone.'"

"Stone?" Buffy asked and stared at him. "They ever mention any kind of stone before?"

"None of it sticks out. They were always talking about this and that sure but we were kids, we listened like a kid would, giving yeah's and that's great then put your headphones back on."

"Is there more?" she went tor each at it only to have her hand lightly smacked. "Hey!"

"If you wanna look at it too then you have to come over here." He leaned back and patted his inviting knee.

"Uh huh. Like if I came over there you'd want to be looking at those journals," she said though pushed her chair and got out.

"I promise to behave."

She smiled and sat on his legs and felt his arms wrap around her pulling her back to him.

"You read, I'll think about every word."

Buffy rolled her eyes as she felt his hands come under her sweater. "Gonna tell me your hands are cold and you're trying to fight off frostbite?"

"Looks like I can't hide a thing from you huh?" he laughed. "Read to me, Doc. Maybe something in there dad said will get my to behave for you huh."

"I doubt anything anyone could say would do that," she snorted and picked up a journal.

"Not when I'm with you." he said, his lips going over the skin of her neck.

"I can't read when you do that Angel," she hissed and moved forward on his lap.

She sat the book down on the table and scanned over the words to find where he had left off, only to find her self jumping as he unhooked her bra. "Angel!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Fine. Don't behave. Don't take this seriously. I can ignore you." she turned around, hiding from that gleam in his eyes as he heard those words.

"Now that sounds like a challenge," Angel said as he drew her sweater up over her head.

"It wasn't," she said giggling.

"And me? I can't pass up a challenge."

"It wasn't a challenge."

"Sounded like one." Angel wrapped his arms around her waist, heard her shriek as he lifted her and carried her over to their bed and he groaned as he had her back to his chest, her ass pressed against his cock.

"Jesus Angel!" Buffy scolded, thinking he had hurt his ribs. "You know your ribs can't handle all the stress you go around putting on them," she said then rolled off of him.

And he noticed the sway in her breasts that were unhooked. And he moaned again with great longing to get his hands back on them.. she wasn't helping one bit. Instead, Buffy was unbuttoning his shirt and pushing his top up to press her fingers against his healing ribs.

"Does this hurt? Are you in pain?"

"Oh, terrible pain, Doc," he muttered. He grabbed her hand in his and pushed it down to the buldge in his pants. "It hurts. Fix me?"

"You ass!" she laughed and shook her head at him. "I thought you were hurt!"

He pulled her down to him. "I am. My cock hurts, it's in need to be inside of you," he whispered before finding her lips.

Buffy moaned under his lips, the sound muffled with his.

She felt him roll under her until she was laying on her back underneath him. His hands pulled at her shirt and he sat her up just long enough to get it which was entangled with her bra up over her head.

"You are incredible," he said with his eyes roaming over. Along with his hand.

She arched into his hand, her need for him to be touching her growing by the second as her nipples grew hard she reached down to take off his shirt, pulling it up over his broad shoulders.

Her breasts were flattened against his chest, her nipples poking against him, his mouth devouring hers.

He yanked at the snap of her jeans and pulled them and the thin thermal pants she had on with them off so she was in nothing but a small pink thong before him.

Buffy let him move her about, his hands grasping her, his mouth finding hers. It just fueled her desire. She loved him like this, wild and out of control with need. For her.

He knelt down between her legs staring at her, his eyes hard and stormed as he looked upon her. His groan made her feel beautiful and wanted. His hands reached for her. dragging her up to his body and his jeans felt rough against her skin, the zipper was cold against her sex as he pressed her into his. His hands were on her ass holding her there.

"Take my pants off," he said against her mouth.

She reached between them, her hands shaking as she fumbled with his fly, but then slowly opened for her and she could reach her hand in, finding his hard and ready as she slid her fingers along him.

"Jesus," he hissed and buried his face in her neck.

"Take these off."

"I can't," he moaned. "You'd have to take your hand away then."

"Please?" she whispered and he lowered her back to the mattress, taking her hand out with a loud sigh.

He turned and quickly got out of the rest of his clothing finding Buffy on her knees when she turned back around and he rose his eyebrow in question at her.

"Lie down."

He smiled. A strained one. But did as told.

She came up next to him, her body barely touching him, driving him insane. Her hands went to his arms and trailed down them to his hands. Then she took them in her own and lifted them above his head.

"Keep those there."

"Why?"

"Because I asked you to."

"Okay but..." he was cut off by her hot mouth crushing into him, shutting him up.

When his hands went to her face she stopped and laughed at the look in his eyes. "No, no, Mister Angelus. What did I tell you about keeping those up there?"

He groaned and crossed his arms under his head. "Better?"

"Yes." She laughed and kissed him again.

She kissed him slowly, changing positions, deepening their kissing. When she broke the kiss she started pulling away from him and his head came up off of his crossed arms to follow her but she moved down his body. Slowly. Her breasts sliding against him, her lips nipping at his skin as she moved, her nails scratching him.

And he groaned out a throaty growl, his arms begging to reach out and grab her, to drag her under him and shove into her, ending the torture that had been enforced on him.

"Buffy if you are trying to.. mmm... Jesus... drive me crazy... I can say you are doing it might well."

She smiled and looked up at him. Then went back to trailing his body. And he watched her. Felt her. Felt her mouth getting closer and closer to where he most needed her.

He'd never brought it up or asked her to use her mouth on him... but he had wanted it... and wondered now if that was her intent.

Buffy's fingers moved through the hair surrounding his cock and slipped past. He groaned and jerked as she gently squeezed him.

He looked down, their eyes meeting, at the moment her mouth just inches away from his swollen and angry tip.

As he watched, she stuck out her tongue, slid it along the the back of his cock to the base, then moved it back up slowly before lapping up across the top.

Then she looked up, her uncertainty showing for the first time since this started. "I... I've never um... done... thi..this before... will you um tell em if I do something wrong?" she asked shyly.

"Just don't bite me," he said, trying to control any burning thrusts.

"I'll try not to," she said then winked before snapping her teeth about an inch away from him.

"Okay... not making a good impression up here," he said and she laughed.

"Let's see how we do with a second time." Then she slipped her mouth over him.

Angel had to fight with himself to keep from reaching down and taking her head into his hands then fucking her mouth until he came in the back of her throat. And just the very thought had him straining to keep his arms right where they were, but feeling himself weaken by the second. His breathing quickened, his hips moving with her, and she opened wide, letting him hit the back of her throat.

Buffy was weary on the whole thing... this not being anything like she had expected... not as other girls she'd heard talking about this.

She squeezed her thighs together realizing how wet she was. With a moan, she slid her fingers down under her thong finding herself, thrusting two fingers inside. Another moan escaped and she heard Angel curse.

"Buffy... I am going to come," he hissed out, not wanting to make her take him if she didn't want to.

But instead of pulling away, she moaned again. Her tongue started swirling around him. His hands came down to her head at last, pushing her golden hair out of her face, wanting to watch her.

Angel grunted and threw his head into the pillows behind him, pleasure spreading through him. And she took all of it.

When he regained some control, he tried to pull her up to him but she wouldn't let him. She fell to her back and spread her thighs. He smiled and soon his mouth was on hers then falling down to her breasts, suckling upon them. He moved her hand aside from inside the pink material and took control. He put his own two fingers in and began thrusting them into her wetness and his thumb circling around her clit.

"Oh god, oh god." she said digging into his back and arching into him.

He continued to thrust two then three fingers inside and moved down so he could use his most talented mouth on her. And tasting her had him hard as a rock in only a matter of moments.

Buffy's thighs came up around his ears and he felt her clamping down on his fingers, the spams running like some wild fire. She cried out his name and her body shook and convulsed until she finally fell back.

She continued to lay and moan as he took his fingers out and barely moved when he came above her.

She opened her eyes when she felt him pressing hard against the opening of her. "Angel?"

"Yeah?" he grunted as he pushed inside.

"God.. .mm... wh..what are y...you.. doing?"

"Damn Buff, after all this time, you still dont know? I really must be doing something wrong."

"I know what... just... why?" she asked then gasped as he moved, leaving her, making her feel empty, before pushing back deep inside.

"Because I can?"

"Okay," she breathed.

OoOoO

Angel made love to her slowly, taking his time, the urgency gone for right now, so he acted as though they had all the time in the world.

He never hurried, not even when she tried pushing him to it.

They fell asleep still tangled together and woke up as the fire was starting to go out.

Angel groaned and started to get up and find his clothing to pull on. He built up the fire as Buffy stared at him, admiring his long back and the way his pants were rather tight over his fantastic ass.

He suddenly turned and caught her, her blush flooding her cheeks but he just smiled and started to pull on his shirt and shoes.

"Where are you going?"

"The wood box needs to eat and I think we do as well. I'll be back in a minute," he said and hurried to the door of their cabin, letting in cold air as he opened it.

Buffy waited until the door was closed and found her thermal shirt. She untangled it from the bra and her other shirt, dropping the other two to the ground and pulled it on. She went to where she kept some of her clothes and found a new pair of panties to slip on as well.

Angel loved to rip them off of her she had found out. And now her supply was getting pretty low.

She got her jeans and some socks on, getting ready to fix them something to eat before going back to bed.

OoOoO

Angel came in, snow covering his hair and shoulders. "I think we have another storm heading through. I'm gonna fill up the box and go around the shed, make sure the generator has enough to last us through the night." He walked up to her. "I enjoyed this day you know," he whispered into her ear then hugged her to him, letting snow fall onto her or melt against her.

"Hey! That's cold. Get off!" she squealed and then he starting shaking his head around, flinging snow all over the place, making her duck away and laugh. "You ass! Sandwiches alright with you for dinner?"

"Do I get you for dessert?" he kissed her.

"Oh yeah, with whipped cream and sauce... if you're good that is."

"Well then fuck dinner, I want dessert only." He pulled her back to him and pretending like he was going to throw her over his shoulder and take her to where she had just got up from. She struggled against him laughing and fake pounding him and he laughed and put her down.

"You! Go play man with the generator would ya? And bring us the wood. I will have dinner ready when you get back." she said then shooed him out and watched as he left, and soon heard the shed doors banging open.

OoOoO

Angel lit the lantern he kept out in there. He stared at the snow swirling around in its glow.

He figured there had to be about two inches already that was fresh and it really didn't seem to be letting up any or looking like it was gonna and he smiled thinking how it wouldn't be so bad if they did get snowed up here. And for a very long time.

They probably had enough food to even make it to the spring. Most had been left in the suv. And water sure wasn't a problem.

The only problem was not having enough gas for the generator.

'But we could work around that. We could play in the snow, take our walks, go through dad's books, talk, get to know one another... It could work.'

OoOoO

Buffy saw the light go out then his flashlight being turned on as he closed the doors to the shed then he bent forward into the oncoming wind as he walked around the cabin to the wood pile.

She hurried to make them their food and heated some water for coffee. While waiting, she went to the table, picking up one of the journals they'd left there when he had decided to go off and distract her.

It was still open to where they had left off. She sat down and took up where he left off.

When Angel opened the door a few moments later, his arms were full of wood, she jumped up, and almost knocked it all out of his hands when she grabbed it.

"I found it!"