Chapter 8
The Mansion: 5:02 PM
Angel suddenly comes into himself. He finds that he is still suckling at Buffy's neck. She is now limp and much cooler. Her heart is beginning to skip beats. The predator in him vies with the male in him for a second before the male wins out. He is not simply taking a victim, this is his mate, and his instincts take control. If anything he is more protective of her now that ever before. She is a part of him and he regards her as such.
He is still in game face and it is a simple task to tear a wound in his own neck. He presses her slack mouth to his wound. The wound is bleeding at a fierce rate and the blood flows easily down her throat. Several long minutes go by before her lips move and he feels her tongue gingerly lick at the cut.
At this sensation, he feels supreme satisfaction. Buffy hears deep masculine laughter as she nurses the wound. The laughter seems to empower her somehow and she is suddenly drawing more fiercely at Angel's neck. There is no thought, no right, no wrong - only feeling, only impulse. He senses her awareness, her need and this new dependence gratifies him. He feels her acceptance of this need.
Eyes closed, Buffy recognizes the body she is nestled against and struggles to get that much closer. As her awareness increases, she begins to run her hands up and down his board back and up into his hair. He flexes into her caresses like a cat and lets out a roar of his own. He flips her so that she is on top of him now that she has enough strength to hold herself in place. It is obvious that she has no desire to pull away from her subsistence.
He feels himself begin to weaken and pulls her away from him. He speaks softly, in a manner that goes against his nature. " Stop, my love, its OK. We'll give you another go in a minute. We need to trade again." With that he rears up and bites into her neck again. This time on the other side. She immediately lies against him and allows him to take her as the waves start coursing through her body once more.
It's a good thing that he took the time to read all that old literature. His time with Darla and the old texts showed him that exchanging blood with one's mate - over and over resulted in a stronger connection and a more powerful fledging. He also knew that many masters chose not to do this for fear of the power that their mate could wield over them but he knew himself well enough to know that she was already a force to be reckoned with - so why not go all the way?
The Library: 4:49 PM
"It's just not like Buffy to be gone for this long." Xander supplied with a hint of jealously, knowing that in all likelihood, she was with Angel.
Willow knowing that this was indeed the case, chose to cover for her friend in hopes of getting the full story later, "Hey Zan, let up. A girl deserves a day off now and again."
"Yeah, especially when she's in the clutches of the evil dead," he responded.
"Hey - girl power and all - I think she can handle herself," Willow replied.
TBA
The Mansion: 5:02 PM
Angel suddenly comes into himself. He finds that he is still suckling at Buffy's neck. She is now limp and much cooler. Her heart is beginning to skip beats. The predator in him vies with the male in him for a second before the male wins out. He is not simply taking a victim, this is his mate, and his instincts take control. If anything he is more protective of her now that ever before. She is a part of him and he regards her as such.
He is still in game face and it is a simple task to tear a wound in his own neck. He presses her slack mouth to his wound. The wound is bleeding at a fierce rate and the blood flows easily down her throat. Several long minutes go by before her lips move and he feels her tongue gingerly lick at the cut.
At this sensation, he feels supreme satisfaction. Buffy hears deep masculine laughter as she nurses the wound. The laughter seems to empower her somehow and she is suddenly drawing more fiercely at Angel's neck. There is no thought, no right, no wrong - only feeling, only impulse. He senses her awareness, her need and this new dependence gratifies him. He feels her acceptance of this need.
Eyes closed, Buffy recognizes the body she is nestled against and struggles to get that much closer. As her awareness increases, she begins to run her hands up and down his board back and up into his hair. He flexes into her caresses like a cat and lets out a roar of his own. He flips her so that she is on top of him now that she has enough strength to hold herself in place. It is obvious that she has no desire to pull away from her subsistence.
He feels himself begin to weaken and pulls her away from him. He speaks softly, in a manner that goes against his nature. " Stop, my love, its OK. We'll give you another go in a minute. We need to trade again." With that he rears up and bites into her neck again. This time on the other side. She immediately lies against him and allows him to take her as the waves start coursing through her body once more.
It's a good thing that he took the time to read all that old literature. His time with Darla and the old texts showed him that exchanging blood with one's mate - over and over resulted in a stronger connection and a more powerful fledging. He also knew that many masters chose not to do this for fear of the power that their mate could wield over them but he knew himself well enough to know that she was already a force to be reckoned with - so why not go all the way?
The Library: 4:49 PM
"It's just not like Buffy to be gone for this long." Xander supplied with a hint of jealously, knowing that in all likelihood, she was with Angel.
Willow knowing that this was indeed the case, chose to cover for her friend in hopes of getting the full story later, "Hey Zan, let up. A girl deserves a day off now and again."
"Yeah, especially when she's in the clutches of the evil dead," he responded.
"Hey - girl power and all - I think she can handle herself," Willow replied.
TBA
