Co-Written with Scribes1015!
The shower was soon filled with the mixed scents of Buffy's shampoo and her body wash as Angel took great care to lather across her slick skin, his far too talented fingers worked to loosen any tense muscles in her neck and shoulders, gently ran down the length of her back side until he was toying with the small of her back. When she turned around to face him, her head tilted back slightly to help wash off the shampoo from her long strands of wet hair as he massaged her scalp, laughing as he tipped her back even further, kissing her under the middle of the shower spray.
Soapy suds slid down her body, Angel's dark eyes taking in the sight before reaching back out for the small pink bottle, filling his palm with more of the pink tinted liquid. Buffy's teeth caught her bottom lip as he ran his warm hands over her chest, sides, stomach, and up to her breasts that were aching for his touch... though not for long, the dark room soon filling with the sound of her soft moans as he teased her.
Buffy closed her eyes as warm water fell over her, getting lost in the feeling of Angel's fingertips toying with her nipples, lightly punching the pointed peaks, flicking his thumb softly back and forth across them until she was digging fingernails into his skin... when suddenly she was pushed backwards against the wall, the rush of nothing but cool air popping her eyes right back open.
Angel's body made up for the brief coldness however, blanketing against her quickly, his lips pressing hard into hers. Using his shoulders for some leverage, she hopped up with his assist, wrapping her legs back around him. "You're endlessly perfect," she heard him whisper into her ear.
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Having forced him into changing positions with her, Buffy started to repeat his motions from earlier, lathering up his dark hair, bursting out into laughter though when she had to have him bend down closer to her so she could make sure she got everywhere. "Sometimes you're just too tall, just so you know."
Angel chuckled, popping a quick kiss. "I think it's more you're just so tiny... but trust me, there's absolutely no complaints on you being fun sized," he said with a wink, making her blush.
Shaking her head, she rinsed the leftover shampoo from her hands and switched bottles, briefly debating about grabbing her own body wash and soap to pour all over him. Taking care, Buffy started to cover him in thick bubbles starting with his neck, down to his shoulders and arms. Buffy's small hands rested against his chest, slowly tracing down the scar from the night forever binding the two of them together, her eyes meeting his as she dipped even lower, her fingertips taking hold of his hardness.
Buffy took a step closer to him, lifting herself up slightly to meet him again, her hand working him lazily root to tip as he kissed her slowly but passionately.
When they did break away, he was panting slightly as he braced himself better against the wall. Feeling that warm tingle taking over between her own legs, she began to wonder who she was really getting worked up here briefly before tugging him closer, bringing him back under the water to finally wash off.
Finally increasing her pace as she continued to jerk him off, Angel growled out her name, his eyes still closed as the water rained down over the two of them, only sending a further rush of need through her entire body.
More than once today she had been reminded of their actions from last night and this morning, usually at inappropriate times of thinking about how she missed him while he was off with someone else briefly, and remembering in great detail exactly how he felt inside of her and how she longed for more. While she was grateful to be here, it was a little unfair with how badly she wanted him to just be locked in a bed somewhere. Feeling him swell inside her palm, a sense of pride flooded through her, she didn't think she would ever get tired of knowing she had the ability to control him in this way.
His eyes rolling back, he reached down, wrapping his hand around her wrist he gently tugged until she released his hard flesh. Ignoring her pout, he pinned her arms above her, "Stop that," he grinned, teasing her lips. It wasn't that he wanted her to stop, but it was getting to the point that if she didn't, there wasn't going to be any turning back, and as badly as he wanted to slide into her hot depths and take her right here and now, after all their hours apart he wanted to take his time, to worship her the way she deserved.
Forcing himself to break away before he lost the last bits of control he was somehow managing to hold onto, he stepped away and quickly adjusted the nobs until the water above eventually fizzled out. Grabbing one of the towels, he wrapped it around her, using it to pull her back up against him, even those few seconds a part being too much.
His hard length pressed against her belly, "We should probably get dressed," he murmured, his lip pressing against her wet air.
Her bottom lip stuck out in that pout he loved so much, "Maybe I don't wanna," she teased.
Angel smirked, stepping back so he could finish securing the towel around her. "Patience, beautiful."
"Not one of my known qualities," she grinned once again flipping his own words around against him.
Feeling especially brazen, she didn't even get him the chance to respond, dropping to her knees, she nearly laughed at the shocked expression he was wearing as she glanced up from her new position. Gripping him firmly, she guided his swollen head between her warm lips, darting her tongue out she teased the mushroom tip circling his engorged flesh before relaxing her throat as she took in as much of as was physically possible.
He groaned her name, though she wasn't sure if it was in warning or a plea. Squeezing her own thighs together, it still amazed her just how much it turned her own to bring him pleasure. Slowly releasing him, she used her hand to grip his base, moving her hand in unison, she set a steady rhythm that soon had him grasping her hair, her arms, seemingly anything he could get hands on.
Before she knew what was happening strong arms were pulling her up, her feel clear off the floor, she gasped when his lips captured hers. That warm tingle had grown into a raging inferno, and all she could think about was the need she felt to have him inside her again. "Take me to bed," she quietly demanded, gently nipping at the smooth skin below his ear.
That was something he was pretty sure she would never ever have to tell him twice. His cock angry and throbbing, twitched at her words, "We need clothes," he grumbled, never more grateful that he'd been able to snag a location so close to the showers. All he could think about, all he could imagine was being inside of her and despite all of his lessons, his self control these last few weeks, he was just about ready to snap. Hell, he was pretty sure he needed her more than he needed air at this point, and that told him everything he needed to know.
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Somehow he'd managed to get enough clothes on to make it the short distance back to their tent without getting cited for indecent exposure. Still his arms held her close as they made their way back, partly because he just couldn't get enough of her but mostly to mask the raging hard on he was sporting, the grey sweats he'd chosen only seeming to accentuate his condition.
Buffy giggled the entire way back, finding the entire situation far too amusing. Of course she had done nothing to help, every time he'd just about had himself under control, she would do one thing or another until he was mere seconds away from letting go of all his standards and taking her in the damn public bathroom.
Once safely back inside their tent, Angel waist no time tossing the small bag containing all their supplies for the shower off to the side. Spinning her around, he pulled her down to the makeshift bed easily rolling her beneath him. Feeling her legs come up around him, he pressed his angry manhood against her warmth as he absolutely went to work devouring her. Having foregone a shirt all together, he could feel her pebbled points rubbing against his chest, the only barrier between them, the thin material of the t-shirt she wore.
His hands bunching under the fabric, he made quick work of pulling it over her head, breaking away from her just long enough to rid her of the garment. Scooting down her body, his palms returned to the soft mounds, his mouth quickly following leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake before latching on to one of her sensitive peaks.
Her hips bucked below him, in their short time together she'd never seen Angel this desperate, this needy. Her heart clenched once again at the thought that just maybe he really was in this just as deeply as she found herself. Feeling him abandon one breast, she gulped in a breath of air when he simply traded one for the other.
His patience vanishing quickly, he felt possessed, making his way further down, he nipped and sucked a path down her belly, hooking his thumb in the small shorts she'd chosen, he wasted no time ridding them from her body. Forever grateful she'd foregone panties, his arms slipped beneath her thighs, holding her tightly his tongue dove between her folds. Showing her no mercy, he worked her with purpose, circling her clit, he alternated rolling the hard bud between his teeth, and soothing it with slow long flicks.
Her back arched from the mattress, unlike all of their previous couplings, this time was different. Where before it had been a slow exploration, it was clear that this time he was moving with purpose. Feeling that familiar rush, she gripped his hair and tugged until he finally looked up, confusion swirling behind his eyes. "I-I," she gasped, "I need you inside me," and in that moment she did, more than she had ever needed anything in this life.
Not one to deny her, he climbed back up her soft curves leaving random kisses along his way. Reaching into the bag beside their bed he blindly rummaged around, searching for the box of condoms.
"Shit."
Pulling away from her questioning eyes, he leaned over just enough to actually be able to see inside the bag and that was when the memory hit him. He'd pulled the new box of condoms out from under his sink with the intent of throwing them in the bag, they hadn't taken that step yet, but he'd wanted to take the precaution just in case. The problem was his phone had rang and the image of the damn box sitting on the counter sat clear in his mind.
He must have made some sort of noise because from beneath him he heard her asking if something was wrong. Resting his head on top hers, he shook his head, "We might have a problem."
"What is it," she asked, her eyes briefly widening with worry.
He couldn't fucking believe this, of all people he knew to be prepared, and of course the one time he wasn't he was here with her, in the middle of freaking no where, where the only store for miles had been closed for over an hour. Possibilities raced through his mind, at this point he wasn't above asking Lindsey, but him and Cordy had been together for years, and he highly doubted they were still relying on the cursed piece of fucking rubber.
He groaned, "I may have forgot the condoms."
"Oh." Well that was definitely a problem, especially since he'd told her not to worry about them this morning when she'd been packing. He cursed once more and quickly told her how they had wound up in such a situation despite his best efforts and perfectly good track record about these kind of situations, mentioning to her that the closest store he could even guess at being open would be a hell of a drive at this time of night. Buffy's breathing slowed and he was a little muffled as he muttered he could try to go search the car, then after a quick rush of different arguments played around in her brain, she blinked hard, her hands tugging at his neck, guiding his lips back to hers.
When they broke away, her eyes slowly lifted to meet his. "I want you," she whispered, afraid to voice such words any louder.
In what tiny bit of light that filtered around them, she watched his eyes darken even further, his forehead creasing, his lips trying to form the right way to pose the question dancing across his face.
Buffy knew to not stop things now, to not break the mood and send him off for some, somewhere, or to just sit in unfulfillment until probably sometime the following day was being reckless, the risks of having unprotected sex screaming at her from inside her head, any number of possibilities worrying her to the core... but despite all of that, she wanted him, needed him, right now.
Slipping one of her small hands between their bodies, her legs spread just a tad further as she guided the tip of him to her entrance, her eyes never leaving his.
Angel's whole body seemed to shudder as he came in contact with proof of her desire to be with him. "That's a hell of a risk, Buffy," his hot breath whispered.
"I know," she whispered back, her legs wrapping securely around him.
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Angel's hips pressed forward, sounds of pleasure from the new contact filling the air around them inside the tent, and it felt like he had been sucker punched as soon as he filled her completely. Buffy said his name in a panted whisper, her eyes closed tightly, fingertips digging into his back and into his arm. And as abstract, detailed, and fresh his memories of being in this very position with her a number of hours ago, he had to admit actually feeling her around him didn't even compare.
Buffy's eyes opened and she gasped as he started to move again, slowly pulling back before thrusting forward again. He ate up every moan that fell from Buffy's lips, how she cried for more as he moved in and out of her, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained before bottoming as much as was physically possible inside of her all over again.
As much as he knew he would have loved to turn tonight, given its unusual circumstances especially, into a marathon of making love to her... but his attempts to even tease her with switching between long, lazy stokes and moving with reckless abandon seemed to be shoving him toward that cliff into ecstasy right along with her.
One of her ankles fell from its place hooked around him as they moved, Her knee bent beside him, foot pressing hard into the mattress under her as she did her best to steady herself to match his movements. "Don't stop," she practically begged and he was almost convinced he wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to when it came to her.
Slightly moving his position, his hips continued to rock against her as his thumb sought out her neglected bundle of nerves. One of her small hands tried to wrap around his wrist, the nails creating little half moons everywhere on his skin as he pressed firm circles against her.
Buffy's entire body suddenly seemed to buck up against him, her legs clamping tightly around him, as did her inner walls. "Milk you for all your worth" easily had a new meaning in that moment, feeling himself lose what tiny bit of control he was grasping desperately to, but the second she sensed him trying to pull away, unsure if he would even pull out of her in time or not, her grip on him only increased and she whispered for him to kiss her.
Thrusting back into her one last time, his lips met hers with punishing force as he came inside of her heat, refusing to pull away from her until he was seeing spots and desperate for air. Buffy's chest heaved up and down against him as she gasped desperately to refill her lungs with much needed oxygen but all movements seemed to cease without warning when he blurted the confession he had been dying to tell her for weeks now, "You are perfect and I am absolutely in love with you," he panted out to her. "I never want to be without you again, I don't think I could survive in this world after knowing what it is like to be with you if I couldn't be anymore. And maybe that is crazy and too fast and whatever else... but I'm in love with you and I needed you to know that."
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Cuddled up against Angel's warm body, one hand cradled under her cheek while the other rested against his chest, Buffy took a deep breath before looking up at him. "Angel?"
"Hmm?" he asked, his eyes remaining closed until she repeated his name, then they opened with a hint of worry to them.
Swallowing hard, she gave him a hint of a smile. "I-I love you," she whispered. Earlier she'd wanted to tell him her feelings were the same as his but she had been so shocked and overwhelmed in the moment that nothing had come out. If he had been bothered by the fact he certainly hadn't let on but she kept replaying it over and over in her own mind, one reason being the utter joy of hearing those words from him, having confirmation in yet another way that she wasn't imagining this to be more than it was between them, but also wishing she had said a million things back to him in that moment had plagued her, too.
"I know we have only been back in one anothers' lives for a short while but in all the cliched ways, Angel, I feel like I've known you my whole life and us being apart was some big piece of me missing that I just got back. And that I'm me again, that I'm a whole person again, with a chance at everything I let go of and thought wasn't in the cards for me. You make me happier than I have ever been and however happy I may be in the future will partially all rely on you without question. I want to be with you... for however long the fates allow, because I am in love with you, too."
His face softened, those brown eyes twinkling, and a smile that reminded her of a kid on Christmas morning getting that one perfect gift took over his entire face once she had said her own peace about the subject finally. In one swift movement, he tugged her close enough to capture her lips all over again. The fatigue that had settled over him, suddenly replaced with a yearning only she could ease.
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She woke just as the sky was beginning to lighten, the dark black clouds giving way to a heavy blue. Angel was spooned behind her, his strong arm holding her, snuggling further into his embrace she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. He sure had a way of coming into her life and flipping everything on its head, twice now he'd saved her, and if given the option she planned to spend every second of the rest of her life loving him for it.
She felt him begin to stir behind her, she was pretty sure after their little admissions to one another last night he'd made it his personal mission to reacquaint himself with every inch of her being. They'd made love no less than four times throughout the night and honestly she was a little surprised she managed to wake up so early, but she did have a date to keep after all.
"Where you going," Angel mumbled, pulling closer when she started to inch away. His lips almost instantly finding their way to the back of her neck where he immediately started to leave a trail of warm kisses. As much as he loved having her here with his family, it hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours and he was already counting down the minutes to having her alone in his bed for a few days.
Tilting her head she let herself get lost in the feel of him for a few moments. Her body positively ached, but for once it was in all the right places, "Mmm. I've got a date," she teased, her hand finding his beneath the blanket, she lightly ran her fingers over the curve of his knuckles. Crawling up her side, he wasted no time cupping one of her mounds, his thumb and forefinger softly rolling and tugging one of her sensitive peaks.
"A date," he echoed, and she nodded.
"Mmhmm," she grinned.
All of his movements paused, "With who," he managed, though worry was evident in the tone of his voice.
Letting out a long sigh, she guided his fingers back to her abandoned breast. "Older man, met him yesterday, pretty sure he likes it when you call him Dad."
He was pretty sure all the air escaped him as just what she was saying sank in. "What the old man con you into this early," In all honesty there was no telling what he'd managed to convince her to do, his father was the definition of an early riser. Hell, knowing him he'd probably already been up for at least an hour. When he was younger he used to wonder how someone couldn't function on such little sleep, not only did his dad normally get up by four am, he usually didn't turn in for bed till well past ten.
It wasn't until after the accident when the nightmares began and his own sleep schedule became such a mess did he really start to get it. Over the years he'd learned that his father was like him in a lot of ways, or rather he was like his father in the sense that they couldn't stand the still. At least not when they were alone, that was when their minds went into overdrive, that was when they lost control of themselves.
"Hmm, he promised me the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen, plus coffee," she grinned.
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It had taken some work but she had finally managed to convince Angel to let her up so she could get dressed. He was already dozing by the time she leaned down to kiss him, and remind him that he still needed to run to the store at some point. They were reckless last night, and even though she didn't regret it, she definitely didn't want to tempt the fates too much. "Love you," he'd whispered, still half asleep, and her heart soared all over again. " I love you too," she promised him softly, not able to resist touching her lips to his one last time.
All the worries and doubts that she'd let sneak back up on her the day before seemed to have vanished with their declarations. Everything in her life felt like it was finally falling into place, it was perfect, and that both thrilled and terrified her all the same. It was so perfect, she had honestly considered pinching herself a time or two, these last few days especially. Good things like this didn't happen to her, and if they did there always seemed to be some sort of catch that came along and messed things up.
Lacing her sneakers, she looked back through the thin nylon to the man sleeping with a pillow curled up beside where she had been minutes before. She trusted him more than life itself, that she was sure, she knew Angel would never do anything to intentionally hurt her, it wasn't him that she was worried about, even if her insecurities got the best of her sometimes. No, she was far more worried about her own self doing something to mess this up, obviously her track record when it came to relationships wasn't the best, and she just hoped she could be as good to him as he was to her.
Dusting her backside off, she stood once again, there was just enough light out now that she could make her way without a flashlight, which she was glad for. There was something about the dark and not being able to see that still gave her the wiggins, not to mention this whole camping thing was still new to her, and even though Angel had been right and they were far from stuck out in the middle of nowhere, she couldn't shake the idea that a bear or some other wildlife might just sneak up on her.
As she approached his parents campground she smiled, as usual Angel had been right. His Dad had obviously been up for a while, there was already the startings of a new campfire, and the smell of freshly cooked back wafted through the air. As she drew closer she could just make the faintest of tunes being hummed from somewhere around the tent, she also spotted two coffee cups and what looked to be some sort of travel coffee pot set up on an up turned log.
She let out a small sigh of relief that he had remembered and she wasn't here making some giant fool of herself. She felt like she made a lot of strides getting to know his parents yesterday, but all in all, there was only so much you could get to know someone in a day.
"Well good morning there sunshine," Mr. Chase smiled as he rounded the corner, extra firewood in hand. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it," he pointed his free hand in the general direction of their own campsites, "You know those kids of mine could learn a thing or two from you." Buffy smiled, offering to help but he waved her off. "No, no, I got this. You go ahead and take a seat and start thinking of what you just might want for breakfast this morning. We can try and relax a bit before moving on to that bit of business though."
Buffy cuddled up in the chair, using the mug to keep her hands warm as she watched him. She couldn't help but smile as she noticed the smallest things seemed to remind her of Angel as he moved about.
Brushing his hands off when he stood back up, she watched his head turn back toward her and Angel's tent and he squinted a bit. "He may wake up and grow concerned over you not being there."
"Nah, he briefly woke up when I was moving around and I told him I was coming out here to meet you."
"And he fell back asleep?" She nodded. "Well, that sounds about right. Kids certainly got more of their sleeping habits from their mother, she's in there sleeping like a log," he said with a smile. "Now, if you want any sugar, creamer or anything for that coffee there's a cooler just off to the left of you."
"Thank you. I think I need as much caffeine as I can get this morning."
"You not sleep well?" he asked, coming around to sit beside her.
She did everything possible not to break out beat red. "I think I had more of an issue actually falling asleep," she covered, "Sometimes it's hard to get relaxed in a new place and all. Plus, I'm sure excitement over everything having a play in it."
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"Well, isn't this a nice surprise," he said as Angel's mother stepped out from the tent. She had to admit she had loved the view, the sunset, and just hanging out since with his dad. "I was fairly certain I would have to enlist all the kids to bang on pots and pans to get you up when we were all ready to eat or something."
Mrs. Chase shook her head at him, zipping the tent back up behind her. "Not all of us enjoy being up before the sun, my dear," she smiled over to Buffy. "Good morning, Buffy." Buffy smiled and Mr. Chase offered a cup of coffee. "Mmm, when I return from the bathroom," she said, rubbing her eyes.
As she walked off, Buffy adjusted the flannel throw blanket she'd been given earlier so she could curl her legs up under her while he grabbed an extra chair to set up beside them. "You and Angel have any big plans for today?"
"Not that I am aware of, just popping into a store at some point or another to grab a few things."
"Mom always tries to gather everyone up for some big adventure at some point on these trips but I don't think she's settled on a day or an evening for that just yet. Last time we all went and did karaoke and I don't recommend anything dealing with that again."
Buffy giggled trying to imagine how that all played out while he went on about some of their other recent adventures before Mrs. Chase returned, settling in beside her husband.
"We were just discussing some of our greatest hits and misses around here."
"If we were all staying longer I'd happily show you around to some of our favorites," she told Buffy. "Perhaps next time? I was thinking the boys at least might enjoy that new zipline and ropes course they built not far from here, or there's that showboat we always say we're going to try out and never do."
"Lindsey mentioned those jet boats last night."
"I don't think they have opened for the season yet though. I'll have to look it up, and see if any of the new shows might be interesting, too. We might have to start expanding our area if more doesn't wind up being built out this way sooner than intended."
He patted her leg, "I'm sure we can all agree upon something," he said, turning his attention back to Buffy, telling her different stories of previous camping adventures with the kids.