Buffy shifted Angel in her arms and tried to calm the
tremors that now wracked his body. Something big had happened and she wasn't
going to let him go until she knew what it was and if she could, fix it. She
tried hard not to give into the tears that burned behind her eyes now.
So, if your mad get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you
When you're standing at the crossroads
Let me come along
Cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Angel had a feral look in his eye as he eyed Buffy and he
hesitated only a second before he lunged at her. Buffy deflected him easily and
managed to keep his focus on her and away from her friends while this little
outburst phased out. That is until Riley came up from behind him. He had seen Angel
attack Buffy and he decided to step in. He'd had enough of Angel interfering
with Buffy, whatever the reason.
"You get the hell away from her," He snarled as he lept
onto Angel's back.
"Riley, NO!"
Buffy screamed as Angel reached up behind him and pulled
the commando off of his back with the most vicious growl Buffy had ever heard
from Angel and watched helplessly as he threw him unceremoniously to the
ground. Riley was a little shaken as he tried to get to his feet and Angel
wasted no time in back handing the soldier boy. He made to give chase but Buffy
planted herself squarely in his way.
"Get Riley out of here." She demanded, never taking her
eyes away from Angel's.
"Okay lover you wanna play rough, let's play rough."
Buffy knew she was only a couple of blocks away from home
as she goaded Angel into following her in that direction.
Before she knew it Buffy and Angel were now standing on
Buffy's front lawn. Both were a little worse for wear and bloody to boot but
Buffy was about to bring this tantrum to an end.
"Come and get it big boy," Buffy taunted and Angel
growled, game face on, and lunged at Buffy with a right hook. Buffy ducked and
shot her leg out having her foot effectively connect with Angel's chest. She
continued with a volley of punches and kicks and verbal slaps…
"Is this what you want Angel? You want to kill me or do
you want me to kill you huh?"
…until Angel finally collapsed on her front lawn broken,
bleeding and weeping.
Buffy eased out of her fighting stance and walked over to
his slumped form concerned but wary. When she was certain he wasn't going to
lunge at her again she gathered him up into her arms and headed him into her
house.
"Come on Angel work with me here. I may be the Slayer but
that doesn't mean I want to drag your lead butt up my stairs."
Angel complied, barely and Buffy, having pulled back the
bedcovers first, finally was able to dump him down on her bed. She gingerly
began to undress him, down to his boxers, and draped his clothing over the
chair that sat in the corner of her room. She looked him over for signs of
injuries and was happy to note that the only marks on him were those he would
have gotten in his temper tantrum with her moments earlier.
Buffy then slipped out of her clothes and pulled on the
t-shirt of his that she always slept in and pulled the drapes tightly. Angel
was lying curled up in the fetal position on her mattress and his eyes had
welled up again. She then climbed into the bed beside him.
"Angel baby, I don't know what's happened but I'm here
for you. I…I love you. I wish you would talk to me, tell me what's happened."
She settled into the bed lying turned slightly towards
him and she reached out her hand to him. She tenderly stroked his face, talking
softly in the soothing tone of a lover.
"Angel talk to me, what's ha-p-pened t-to yo-ou?" She
asked as tears filled her voice.
Angel then turned into her and pillowed his head in the
crook of her neck and snaked his arm around her as Buffy wrapped her arms around
him and draped a leg over his hip and held him tightly as he gave into his
emotions and cried. Buffy held Angel tightly as his body shook with the force
of his tears.
Buffy tightened her grip on him and was kissing the side
of his head until Angel shifted and brought himself face to face with Buffy. He
looked into her eyes for a moment before Buffy placed a hand on either side of
his face and brought his mouth to hers.
Buffy ran her tongue along Angel's lips until he opened
his mouth to grant her access and then she slipped her tongue in and massaged
his. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened and she arched
against him as her body responded to a touch long denied.
She had only meant to try and get a response from him, to
find out what happened and now Angel hungrily ran his hands along the length of
Buffy's body brining his hands up beneath the shirt that she wore. He tucked
his hand between them and reveled in her heat that warmed him. (I want to
feel something besides the cold) He cupped her breast in his hand and began
to massage it as he felt her writhe beneath him.
Buffy again arched against him and this time she could
feel his arousal pressed against her thigh. Angel shifted back from Buffy and
divested her of her shirt and panties while at the same time removing his own
and then he dove back down into her loving embrace, settling himself between
her milky thighs. He slipped a hand down to the juncture of her thighs and
dipped his fingers into her core to find, as he knew she would be, ready for
him.
He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth, greedily
sucking Buffy's juices. He then pressed himself to her slick opening and looked
into her eyes. Her eyes were closed as she was lost in the feeling of his touch
and he slipped himself inside her fiery core with one fluid stroke feeling her
walls stretch around his girth. They both shuddered at the feeling both reeling
at the familiarity and newness of the feeling.
Angel started up a rhythm and Buffy meet him stroke for
stroke. Within moments their coupling became frantic as Angel increased his
momentum and lay himself down on Buffy. He captured her mouth in a crushing
kiss as they pounded their way to release. Buffy didn't notice the death grip
Angel had on her arm as the intensity of the coupling became almost
frightening.
Angel could tell
from the moans Buffy elicited from her perfect mouth that her orgasm was
building and just as she reached the peak she turned her head and offered her
neck to him. Instantly Angel bared his fangs and sunk them into that creamy
smooth column of flesh.
As her essence flowed into him, Angel's body contracted
and his essence shot into her as she cascaded over her peak into wave after
wave of orgasmic release. Angel then retracted his fangs and laved the tear in
her neck gently as he melted into the mattress beside her allowing sleep to
overtake his weary body knowing he was safe in the arms of his hearts only
love.
Buffy reached down and pulled the blanket up over them as
Angel held her close, his face still buried in her neck and she stroked his
face until she was certain that he was asleep and only then did she allow
herself to relax and join him in her slumber. The reality of the situation
still not able to permeate her concern for the vampire she cradled in her arms.
And when…
When the night falls on you baby
You're feeling all alone
You won't be on your own
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let anyone hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
To be continued…only if you crave more. Oh and if you are
one of those who is wondering what about Angel's curse? Angel's in a bad place here.
It's not about perfect happiness. The Angel episode I drew from had Angel
sleeping with Darla and he remained ensouled. Same thing here only different
blonde.
