Buffy's fingernails dug into the back of Angel's neck as he suckled on the side of her neck. The set of keys to her apartment were still in the opposite hand, she was squeezing them so hard they were starting to hurt. Her head fell back and hit the door as she felt the evidence of his need against her. Her hips moved all on their own, pushing closer to him. The feeling of him against her core made her moan out into the night air.
Buffy tried to reach around and get her keys into the lock but it wasn't working out very well for her in such position. Angel finally took them from her hand and she let out a huge sigh as she heard the click just moments later. She felt the relief first then had a moment of fear hit her as it looked like this was really going to happen. "It's a mess in there," she told him as he pushed the door open. She didn't know why she felt the need to tell him that, she was sure what her apartment looked like was the last thing on his mind.
He opened the door, carrying her inside. "I do not care," he told her, his voice husky as she reached out for the dimmer lights. Again, she was pinned between his large body and the door after he shut the large door behind them and he locked the deadbolt. Buffy's keys dropped to the floor with a loud clank, then his jacket found its way to the tiled floor of the small foyer as well. Angel held on to her as he slipped out of his shoes, kicking them against the door once he was free. Buffy felt herself shiver as he resumed kissing her.
Buffy rubbed her hands across his chest before going to work on the buttons of his shirt. "Bed?" he muttered between kisses.
Buffy felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest as she directed him through her apartment and into her bedroom. Angel sat her down at the foot of her bed and she watched as he finished unbuttoning his dress shirt and let it fall off to the side. He undid his belt and she swallowed hard.
She was on her feet before she even realized, her hands returning to his chest which was now bare and warm. Angel bent down to kiss her softly, then he helped her back out of her jacket. He tossed the leather garment across the room into a chair in the corner then grabbed her back up, pulling her body closer to his. She had always felt so tiny any time she was near him but right now it was at ten fold for her.
After quick work from his fingers, Buffy's dress became pooled down at her feet. His head cocked a little to the side and those same fingers that had undone her zipper pressed lightly against skin, finding a few small tattoos she'd gained since the last time he had seen this much of her. She was about to make some comment about them when went down to his knees and kissed each of the small markings, his fingers tracing their designs, stealing the breath right back out of her.
Angel's large hands trailed up her knee-high boots, over her exposed flesh, reaching for the top of her lacy black underwear. The room seemed to almost spin as he lowered them off of her body.
Angel nudged her back toward the bed. The top half of her body laid against the comforter, her legs hooking over his broad shoulders and his head found its place between them. Buffy's hands dug into her bedding, her body arching at even the first touch of his mouth to her sex. "Jesus," she breathed out heavily.
"Close enough," he muttered and she could feel that smirk against her skin.
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Buffy yelped as strong arms flipped her over, bringing her out of her haze. Her knees almost gave out as she tried to adjust to standing. There was a jingle behind her as Angel finished undressing and his pants fell to the floor. Buffy thought she was going to explode as she felt the tip of his manhood at her entrance just a moment later. "Please," she begged in a broken whisper. And then all she could do is grunt and moan as he inched his way into, her body shook uncontrollably.
Buffy dared a look at the large full-length mirror alongside her wall. She about came from the image she saw looking back at her alone. Angel was in all his naked glory while she was bent over in front of him still in her bra and those boots. Angel's hands were on her hips, trying their best to keep her in place as he moved in and out of her.
He had a hungry look on his face.
As Angel picked up his thrusting pace, Buffy could no longer watch. Her forehead fell down and she looked at her fingers that were desperately digging into her comforter. She could no longer feel her knees, Angel was holding her up for the most part now. "A-Ang-el," she moaned out, feeling the end near.
He made quick work to move one of her hands for her, then placed it back on her naked hip. He squeezed harder every time he pushed his way back into her body. Buffy's fingers teased her clit and it wasn't long before she was screaming so loud she knew all of her neighbors had to know exactly what was happening within her walls.
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Buffy had just started to breathe normally again when Angel rolled on top of her. She wasn't sure when or how she had actually gotten on the bed... everything was a blurry fuzz of the sound of blood, heartbeats and her body just humming from pleasure. "Hi," she greeted. Her chest was still making a show of itself as it rose up and down.
He seemed locked into watching the rise and fall. Buffy bit her lip and then ran a finger along the top of the lacy cups. She popped a nipped out of one side when she ran the finger back along the top the other way. Angel wasted no time in getting his lips locked around the happy bud. Buffy felt a familiar tingling starting to return to her nether regions as he teased her.
Together, they worked to get her bra off and it too was tossed to the carpet near her large bed. "Do you want the boots off as well?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Fuck no," he told her and she bit her lip again. Angel teased her other nipple that was now exposed to the open air while her hands made their way to his throbbing shaft. Buffy had wanted to touch him, to tease him but another part of her body was craving him much more. Guiding him back to her thick lower lips, sucking her breath in as she felt the tip of his head cradle between them.
Angel did not slowly inch his way into her this time, he was seated completely with one fast thrust that made her legs shake. Her body lifted upward and she bit into his shoulder making him growl. Buffy gave her legs a moment to calm down as he continued to pound into her then wrapped them around his waist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted as their bodies met.
Buffy's feet fell off his body, she bent her legs at the knees and let her feet be flat against the top of her bed, using the extra leverage to push back against him in rhythm. Angel growled at her again, her pinned her hands down with one of his own and she watched with hooded eyes as the free hand pinched a nipple then began rolling it between his index finger and thumb. Her body arched and she fell out time as she began moving her hips frantically seeking release.
Angel chuckled before flipping them over so that she was on top of him. Buffy's hands planted firmly on his chest as she rode him up and down. Angel grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling up in her messy blonde locks, pulling her to him. He kissed her roughly, his tongue making its way to her mouth. Her body began to spam, she broke the kiss to gasp for air, her hands flying up to the wall in front of her to try and brace herself as the orgasm hit.
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The room was silent other than the heavy sounds of their breathing. One of Buffy's hands fell across her chest to lay over her racing heart. "Well..." she panted out, "That... was..."
"Yes it was," he finished. She glanced over at him, his eyes were closed. "Wanna do it again?"
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. "You sure you're up for that... you know... in your old age and all?" she teased.
"Give me a minute," he told her. "I think I can manage."
Buffy rolled over to her stomach, just looking at him for a moment. She felt like she needed a few minutes for her own body to calm down as well. Her fingers lightly touched the scruff of his light beard before she forced herself out of the bed. He groaned, reaching for her. "I will return," she promised. She freshened up quickly in the bathroom then went to go grab a quick drink from the kitchen.
"I missed you," Angel whispered in her ear, surprising her. His arms wrapped around her from behind.
Buffy ignored the question in her head of if he meant just now or... She held up the small glass in her hand. "Thirsty," she told him.
"Mmm," he replied. He reached for it out of her hands, taking a sip. She turned around to face him, briefly wondering how in the hell her ex-husband had wound up naked in her kitchen, in her apartment, in her life again. Angel didn't give her much time to give way to any of those deeper thoughts, and for that she was thankful. He placed the clear glass on the counter top and a moment later she was lifted and placed a foot away from it.
"Counter tops are for glasses, not asses," she joked with him.
"I think you can be the exception," he told her.
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm." Buffy smiled as his lips returned to hers. "There was a ruling amongst the gods and everything."
"Wow," she breathed out. "You'd think they'd have better things to discuss at the annual meetings."
Angel chuckled. He kissed her and after a few minutes of making out in her kitchen, she knew all jokes were currently pushed aside. Buffy cupped the sides of her handsome face as his hands explored her body. Hands slid down her neck, her back, around her waist, danced over her stomach, squeezed her breasts. He felt so familiar that it nearly hurt.
Buffy parted her legs more, allowing him closer. She scooted more toward the edge lip of the counter. Angel's hands were on her thighs, rubbing small circles against her flesh. She held her breath as long fingers danced their way from the tops of her thighs to where she needed them most. One then two digits touched her silky heat, he remained at a slow and steady pace despite her trying to encourage him to switch things up down there. "Angel," she finally whined.
"Hmm?"
"Stop that." Angel's fingers stilled inside of her. She made a frustrated noise at him. "Stop teasing me before you get hurt."
Angel removed his fingers from her but quickly filled that empty void. Buffy gasped, happily accepting the change. Her eyes lowered to where their bodies met, watching as they moved together and let out a slow breath. When her eyes lifted to meet his, Buffy found him looking dark and intense. She was afraid to even ask what was on his mind right now.
One hand went to Angel, the other did its best to brace against the counter as he pulled her even closer to the edge and she worried there for a second she was going to wind up falling off. Angel held on to her, though as their bodies rocked against one another until they had nothing else to give. Angel said her name like he was swearing under his breath as he came inside of her once more.
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Buffy changed into a loose tank top and a new pair of underwear after cleaning herself back up. When she came back to the bedroom she found Angel standing in the middle of the room in his boxers, his pants in one hand. "Stay," she said in a rush before she even knew what was happening.
He turned to look at her. "You sure?" he questioned.
Buffy nodded sleepily.
His hand released the hold on the black pants and they fell back to the floor.
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Buffy cursed under her breath, pacing up and down her hallway once before hitting the redial button. "Come on, Will," Buffy whispered. The phone rang and rang until Willow's voicemail message kicked in. "Oh, for the love..." Buffy muttered. She paced the hallway again stopping in front of her bedroom after ending the call. She dared a peek inside and felt her heart skip a beat again. 'Yep. He's really in there,' she thought to herself as she looked at Angel's sleeping form.
Buffy shook her head, stepping back into the hall. She tried Willow again.
Buffy had just hung up when her phone vibrated in her hand. She happily looked at the screen finding Tara's name instead. "Hey," Buffy whispered.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah, it's me," she tiptoed at a rushed pace to get to the other side of her apartment.
"I saw that you had tried calling Willow's phone a few times," Tara started, a little shyly. "She's next door and forgot her phone... but I could go get her or bring it to her... I just wanted to make sure you were alright first. I-is everything okay?"
Buffy took a deep breath. "Yes. Maybe. I mean... there's no emergency or anything like that... just... I am having a bit of a crisis," she rambled on.
"Oh," Tara said softly. "I-I'm sorry?"
A small silence fell between the two women then Buffy blurted, "I slept with Angel." Buffy covered her mouth on instinct, still unsure of how in the hell that happened. She took a deep breath then the word vomit continued. "Last night, I slept with Angel. Multiple times actually... then, I asked him to stay and he did... and he's still in there. In my bed. And... I had sex with him... I... I... Oh..."
"Oh," Tara echoed. Buffy winced, knowing she had to have made her very uncomfortable. She and Tara had a lovely relationship but it was very different from her and Willow's friendship. Tara was very shy and reserved and they'd never gotten all too personal with one another. "W-well... sometimes we get c-caught up in the moment of things," Tara offered gently, "I don't think it would be too outside of the box to imagine emotions run-running high given everything."
"There was definitely a lot of that going on last night," Buffy told her.
"A-and now it's morning?"
"Yes... And there's clearer heads and and less alcohol. Not that there was that much last night but I am sure it helped last night's events all the same." Buffy sat down in the closest arm chair and sighed. "I'm sorry, Tara. I'm just going on and on to you. I needed to tell someone before I had a panic attack or something over here."
"That's okay, Buffy," Tara assured her. "I-I understand." She was quiet for a moment. "How do you feel about everything now?"
Buffy had sighed, contemplating that and Tara started to apologized for overstepping but Buffy quickly told her it wasn't that and that she wasn't at all. She just was unsure of how to answer and did her best to explain.
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Buffy was sure she'd felt him before she heard him. She'd jumped into the shower but left the door partially opened. Angel knocked before coming in and she called out that it was fine for him to enter from behind the curtain. She held her breath as she heard the bathroom door squeak slightly as he pushed it open. "I stole a Pepsi from your fridge," he told her.
Buffy told him that was fine and smiled when she heard the can being opened, knowing he'd waited to make sure she was okay with it first. Her eyes stayed locked toward the open area from behind the shower curtain as she reached for her shampoo bottle.
She felt way too tuned into what he was doing on the other side since she was staring so hard.
"Buffy?"
"Hmm?" He said her name again. "Yes, Angel?" A third time and she finally dared to pulled the corner back enough to stick her head out. She felt herself blush at the sight of him. He was still only in his black boxers, leaning up against the counter of the sink, one foot crossed over the other down at his ankles. He took a long sip then sat the can down near the sink. "Angel, I know last night-"
"Can I join?" he cut her off.
Buffy felt her heart racing even more. "In here?" she asked and he nodded back. "I-if you want."
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Angel took another quick drink before stepping into Buffy's large bathtub. He pulled the heavy curtain in the back and joined the small, wet blonde. Buffy stood under the hot spray, steam all around them. Her arms were slightly covering her stomach and chest, bent at the elbow, her hands looking nervous around her neck and chin.
Angel closed the distance between them some, taking a few steps closer to her. Her eyes watched him closely as he moved and he wished he could hear her thoughts right about now. He reached out to her, rubbing his hands up from her shoulders to her wet hair and massaged her head gently. Buffy seemed to relax after a few moments and let him help her rinse the bubbles from her long locks.
Buffy's eyes closed, her head leaning back slightly into his hand as the water cascaded down. He couldn't help but use that opportunity to lean down and kiss her, feeling the spray washing over his own head as he did. "You are so fucking beautiful," he told her afterward.
Buffy's eyes locked in with his. "How is it you make me feel like I'm sixteen all over again anytime I'm around you?"
"Magic!" he told her with a big smile and she rolled her eyes at him. She turned to continue washing off, her back now to him. He enjoyed the view for a few moments before wrapping his arms around her, kissing down her neckline and along the top of her shoulder.
Buffy shivered. "I have somewhere to be here in a bit," she warned him.
"Mmm. Hot lunch date?" he joked.
"No. I have a wedding to attend... which this shower was part of me getting ready for that."
"Mmm," he said again. He ran a finger down her spine, down the small of her back, following the line between her perky round globes which made her yelp and swat his hand away from her bottom. "I want you," he told her, bringing her back flush against him.
Her head tilted back so she could look at him. "I am pretty sure you had a whole lot of me last night."
"That I did," he told her, his voice low. "And then I woke up and all I could think about was how much I want to taste you again," he continued, feeling her shiver again at his words. "And touch you. And remember what it is like to be inside you." Angel knew there would a time very soon in which they would have to talk about what in the hell had happened and there would be a lot of feelings and hard thoughts to come about but right now this was truly all he wanted, so bad it physically hurt.
Buffy turned back around to face him, her hands slowly making their way over his stomach, chest, up and around his neck. She pulled him back down to her. Angel kissed her roughly, loving the sounds it made come from her. After a few minutes of a heavy make out session he felt her little hands pushing against him, pushing him downward. He chuckled, taking her hint. Her hands squeezed the tops of his shoulders as his mouth found the perfectly trimmed mound of her sex again. He kissed her once, then twice, then let his tongue slip along the slick crease and felt Buffy's hips already buck back against him.
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The water was flowing cold Angel eventually came to realize. It felt almost nice given his whole body felt like it was on fire. Buffy's thighs squeezed him as her body continued to twitch at random. Finally, he pulled himself away from her with one last long flick of his tongue to her pulsating pearl. Buffy moaned at the loss of him as he went to turn the water off.
Angel quickly carried her out of the shower, lowering her down onto him which made them both moan. Angel help guide her up and down his cock as he made the journey back to her bedroom. Buffy whined as contact was broke between them as he placed her on the bed. It was quickly remedied though as he joined her, lowering his body over hers and quickly finding his pace once more.
"Fuck," Buffy grunted at him. "Harder," she begged. Angel happily followed her directions, slamming into her. He pulled back slowly then re-entered making her curse again. He placed one hand under the small of her back, lifting her just so and began to pump back and forth at a more rushed pace. Buffy closed her eyes, clinging on to him. "Don't stop, don't stop," she told him in a rush, her fingernails surely drawing blood as they scratch along his back.
Angel felt her body arch and she screamed just moments before he began to see stars his own self.
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Buffy said a muttered curse as she tried getting her hair to work with her. She yelped one out a moment later when Angel scared her, standing suddenly in the doorway of the bathroom. "You need to learn to make noise when you walk," she told him, making eye contact with him in the mirror.
"Then how would I sneak up on you?" he told her. She flipped him off and went back to trying to fix her hair and make up. He watched her for a moment then, "You finish up, I'll be back."
She looked over her shoulder. "You do remember I'm going to be leaving here shortly?"
He nodded, already turning to leave. "I know. I gotta go get my car still. I'll be back to get you."
"What? No..." but he was already walking off. Buffy made a face at her reflection.
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"I was technically invited last night," Angel said.
Buffy looked at him and shook her head. She dialed Fred's number. "Don't tell Cordelia," was the first thing out of her mouth then she asked if it was okay if she brought a plus one to the wedding last minute. She also mentioned the fact Gunn had told Angel last night at the bar he was welcome to come as well. The two girls talked for a few more minutes and Buffy told her how excited she was for today and that they were close before hanging up.
Angel looked over at her after silence had lingered after she ended the call. "What?" he asked.
"You don't even like weddings," she said. "I'm still surprised you even came to ours."
He chuckled at that. "I don't like any big and fancy event," he corrected. "Wedding or otherwise."
"Okay, so... why are you wanting to go so badly to this one? I am sure Gunn was mostly being polite and not trying to make you feel obligated to go."
"Oh, I know. He did just meet me last night so it's all good on that end. But you're going to be there," he told her. "And I'm not quite ready to go home yet."
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"Hey, Buffy!" Jesse happily greeted her, wrapping her up in a warm hug. He smiled standing up to let her take her seat in the pew. He looked over then did a double take. "Angel?" He looked between the two of them.
"Hey, Jess. How are ya?" Angel greeted, following behind Buffy.
Jesse looked at the two of them again a few more times. "D-did you two come here together?" he asked. He sat back down after they had gotten situated.
Angel cleared his throat. "I-I drove her here, yes."
Jesse blinked a few times then he slowly looked away. His face showed he was trying to put those pieces together as he looked elsewhere around the large church. "Did Cordelia do this?" he asked after a few moments.
"Nope."
"You two just up and decided to come here together today?"
Angel tried not to smile. "Yep," he quickly answered. Jesse didn't say another word about it but you could tell he wanted to.
Cordelia was a member of the wedding party but she hadn't seemed to noticed his presence until she was up at the front of the room. Her brown eyes spotted him, looking from him to Buffy in a double take similar to Jesse's, then they stared at him until they widened. He knew without a doubt that she knew something had happened between Buffy and him.
He cleared his throat, looking away from her. And he was thankful when everyone was asked to rise for the bride.