Mi Laxs Priaci
By Kelly
Rating: PG-PG-13
category: Romance and Fluff
Comment: ***A short, sweet vinegret about what might have happened the morning after if Angel hadn't gone all major evil thing.***
Angel groaned and opened his eyes slowly. The room was, of course, dark. He looked down when he felt a weight on his chest. There she was. His very own Angel. The sleeping beauty. It was Buffy. She moaned a little and buried her head farther into his chest. Angel sighed and twirled his long muscular fingers through her hair. She giggled and opened her green eyes. They made eye contact and just started into each other's souls for a little while. Buffy finally broke the silence.
"Morning."
"Morning, mi laxs priaci."
Buffy looked at Angel.
"What?"
"It's an ancient language that died out long ago. The master used to teach me bits and pieces of it. Mi laxs priaci means my pretty princess. He used to call Darla that."
Buffy smiled to herself. He thought of her as a princess.
"Well, since I don't have anything quite as romantic as a dead language, how about I just say I love you?"
Angel's chest rumbled as he laughed. Then he stopped and pulled Buffy's face up to his. With his fingers lightly cradling he chin, he kissed her lips softly.
"That, my love, coming from you, is the most romantic thing I could ever imagine."
Buffy blushed. He was so pretty. So god damn handsome. If she ever lost him, Buffy knew her whole world would fall apart.
Angel smiled his half smile. She was so beautiful. Perfectly imperfect. He loved everything about her. If he ever lost her, his life would fall apart.
Buffy suddenly threw herself at his lips. He kissed her back, mastering her lips in the way only her Angel would know how. She was sey nae equisitea. Absolutely delicious. Her clauddaugh ring glinted in the soft light of his room. He watched it through a slit in his eyes as he carefully mastered her sore body. He would someday tell her the real meaning of a clauddaugh to his people. Someday, but not today.
Buffy giggled and tickled Angel's lips with her breathe. He carefully guided her back onto the bed and Buffy gave into his hands. She detached her lips from his and looked deep into his eyes. Then, she tilted her neck to the side and offered it to Angel. Angel gasped in shock. H slowly leaned forward and vamped out.
"What do you want me to do, Buffy?"
He asked with a low growl.
"Drink me, my Angel. Drink your fill. I want to be connected in every which way with you. Drink from me."
Angel's growled and sunk his teeth into her neck.
Buffy gasped and rocked into an outer world orgasm. Angel groaned and slurped. He gripped her hips and caressed her skin. He pulled away and licked the wound. It instantly began to heal.
They collapsed back on the bed together.
"I love you."
"I love you."
By Kelly
Rating: PG-PG-13
category: Romance and Fluff
Comment: ***A short, sweet vinegret about what might have happened the morning after if Angel hadn't gone all major evil thing.***
Angel groaned and opened his eyes slowly. The room was, of course, dark. He looked down when he felt a weight on his chest. There she was. His very own Angel. The sleeping beauty. It was Buffy. She moaned a little and buried her head farther into his chest. Angel sighed and twirled his long muscular fingers through her hair. She giggled and opened her green eyes. They made eye contact and just started into each other's souls for a little while. Buffy finally broke the silence.
"Morning."
"Morning, mi laxs priaci."
Buffy looked at Angel.
"What?"
"It's an ancient language that died out long ago. The master used to teach me bits and pieces of it. Mi laxs priaci means my pretty princess. He used to call Darla that."
Buffy smiled to herself. He thought of her as a princess.
"Well, since I don't have anything quite as romantic as a dead language, how about I just say I love you?"
Angel's chest rumbled as he laughed. Then he stopped and pulled Buffy's face up to his. With his fingers lightly cradling he chin, he kissed her lips softly.
"That, my love, coming from you, is the most romantic thing I could ever imagine."
Buffy blushed. He was so pretty. So god damn handsome. If she ever lost him, Buffy knew her whole world would fall apart.
Angel smiled his half smile. She was so beautiful. Perfectly imperfect. He loved everything about her. If he ever lost her, his life would fall apart.
Buffy suddenly threw herself at his lips. He kissed her back, mastering her lips in the way only her Angel would know how. She was sey nae equisitea. Absolutely delicious. Her clauddaugh ring glinted in the soft light of his room. He watched it through a slit in his eyes as he carefully mastered her sore body. He would someday tell her the real meaning of a clauddaugh to his people. Someday, but not today.
Buffy giggled and tickled Angel's lips with her breathe. He carefully guided her back onto the bed and Buffy gave into his hands. She detached her lips from his and looked deep into his eyes. Then, she tilted her neck to the side and offered it to Angel. Angel gasped in shock. H slowly leaned forward and vamped out.
"What do you want me to do, Buffy?"
He asked with a low growl.
"Drink me, my Angel. Drink your fill. I want to be connected in every which way with you. Drink from me."
Angel's growled and sunk his teeth into her neck.
Buffy gasped and rocked into an outer world orgasm. Angel groaned and slurped. He gripped her hips and caressed her skin. He pulled away and licked the wound. It instantly began to heal.
They collapsed back on the bed together.
"I love you."
"I love you."