Chapter 8
Dreams
Angel was finally tired enough after Buffy left to stretch out on the sofa. Flipping on the television, it wasn't long before his eyes shut and he was asleep. Asleep and dreaming the same dream he'd experienced over and over for years. Different situations, different places, but always Buffy. Always making love to Buffy. This time she came to him, here on the couch, while everyone else was fast asleep upstairs. She put a finger over his lips when he tried to speak, trying to warn her that someone might wake up.
"Shhh," she whispered, replacing her finger with her mouth. She kissed him gently. Her lips were soft, just like they'd been earlier that night. She laid her body beside him, pushing one leg between his, allowing just enough pressure to arouse him.
"I was wrong, Angel. I do want you," she said while steadily undoing the buttons down the front of his shirt. "I was stupid to think anyone else could ever love me as good as you can."
Once she'd finished with the buttons, she lowered her head, kissing and sucking his chest. He knew no other woman would ever drive him as wild as she did. He moaned as she probed lower with her tongue and slid toward the end of the couch sitting back on her knees.
"I know what you want, Angel." Her hands gripped him through the material of his pants. He ached to be released and begged her to do so. Without hesitation, she pulled him free from the confines of his black dockers and began to stroke him.
"I want you, Buffy. I love you so much." Everything around him seemed to fade to black when he felt her mouth engulf him in one quick motion. His head fell back and he tried hard not to thrust into her. He was in ecstasy. Her warm mouth was taking his entire length in and out while her tongue furiously dipped at his head. He knew deep down he was dreaming, but this seemed so real. He never wanted it to end.
As she worked him faster, he reached for her hair and caressed it softly through his fingers. She was bringing him to the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Without warning, she stopped and pushed herself back up his body, catching his lips again.
"Sorry, lover. Not yet."
He watched as she stood beside the couch, disposing of the clothes that were now acting as a barrier between them. When they were off, she took her position again stretched out on top of him. She rubbed her body against his, letting him feel ready she was for him.
"Can I give you what you want, Angel?" she asked breathlessly in his ear.
His mind raced. This dream was better than any of the countless others he'd had. He could smell her. He could taste the saltiness of her lips as she kissed him. And oh god, he could feel the heat as she sat up and slid down, impaling herself on him. She began to move , muscles tightening around him, squeezing and pulling at his skin. Hot. Hotter than he ever remembered her being. Their one forgotten day was embedded in his memory as perfect, but even that could not compare to the total ecstasy he was feeling right now. She continued to ride him hard and fast. Not the gentle love filled way his dreams usually acted out for him. He caught her eyes and saw a coldness that never would have been associated with Buffy.
Something about this scenario startled him and he urged himself to wake up. Nothing. He was stuck in this dream. Lost in the passion consuming him. He was afraid. It was too real. He grabbed her by the arms and held her on top of him, not allowing her to move. Then he realized. It wasn't a dream.
"What's wrong?" she asked, displaying the most beautiful puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen.
"What are you doing, Buffy?"
"Giving us what we both want. What we both need." she answered grabbing his hands in hers.
"But we can't. The curse..." he reminded her, thinking she'd completely gone insane.
A simple answer was spoken. "Willow found a cure...to anchor your soul. Now we can be together."
He was silent. All thoughts of passion gone as he tried to process what she'd said. "No. It's not possible. You're lying."
She began laughing a ferocious laugh. A chill crept up his spine.
"Maybe you'd prefer something a little wilder. Something a little more evil. like you," she stated, morphing into another form. He blinked his eyes in amazement when it was now Darla sitting on top of him. He used his strength to push her off. He jumped up and fastened his pants, while backing away from the couch.
"Or maybe you'd prefer something a little more familiar," she said, morphing again and reappearing in the form of Jenny Calender. "After all, this is how we first met. You do remember, don't you, Angel?"
"What do you want!" he yelled, now furious that he'd been controlled a second time by the First Evil.
"Well, I wanted you... but you didn't want to play. Almost had you, too." Jenny looked him up and down seductively. "Almost had that one moment, didn't you, Angelus?"
His anger boiled over and he let his demon loose. He growled a warning.
"I can feel it. The evil is still inside you, begging to get out. Believe me when I say I'm far from being done with you. And when the time comes, she won't help you. She's too busy screwing her 'other' vampire to care about what happens to you." She laughed again, a little more wicked and disappeared as if she were never there.
Once she was gone, everyone from upstairs came running down.
Giles stared at Angel, fully vamped in front of him. "What happened?"
Angel growled again. "It's war, and I just got recruited to the front line. We're gonna find a way to stop this thing. There's only one thing I have to do first."
"What's that?" Giles asked, feeling the anger pouring off the vampire.
"I'm gonna find Spike and kill him."
TBC
Dreams
Angel was finally tired enough after Buffy left to stretch out on the sofa. Flipping on the television, it wasn't long before his eyes shut and he was asleep. Asleep and dreaming the same dream he'd experienced over and over for years. Different situations, different places, but always Buffy. Always making love to Buffy. This time she came to him, here on the couch, while everyone else was fast asleep upstairs. She put a finger over his lips when he tried to speak, trying to warn her that someone might wake up.
"Shhh," she whispered, replacing her finger with her mouth. She kissed him gently. Her lips were soft, just like they'd been earlier that night. She laid her body beside him, pushing one leg between his, allowing just enough pressure to arouse him.
"I was wrong, Angel. I do want you," she said while steadily undoing the buttons down the front of his shirt. "I was stupid to think anyone else could ever love me as good as you can."
Once she'd finished with the buttons, she lowered her head, kissing and sucking his chest. He knew no other woman would ever drive him as wild as she did. He moaned as she probed lower with her tongue and slid toward the end of the couch sitting back on her knees.
"I know what you want, Angel." Her hands gripped him through the material of his pants. He ached to be released and begged her to do so. Without hesitation, she pulled him free from the confines of his black dockers and began to stroke him.
"I want you, Buffy. I love you so much." Everything around him seemed to fade to black when he felt her mouth engulf him in one quick motion. His head fell back and he tried hard not to thrust into her. He was in ecstasy. Her warm mouth was taking his entire length in and out while her tongue furiously dipped at his head. He knew deep down he was dreaming, but this seemed so real. He never wanted it to end.
As she worked him faster, he reached for her hair and caressed it softly through his fingers. She was bringing him to the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. Without warning, she stopped and pushed herself back up his body, catching his lips again.
"Sorry, lover. Not yet."
He watched as she stood beside the couch, disposing of the clothes that were now acting as a barrier between them. When they were off, she took her position again stretched out on top of him. She rubbed her body against his, letting him feel ready she was for him.
"Can I give you what you want, Angel?" she asked breathlessly in his ear.
His mind raced. This dream was better than any of the countless others he'd had. He could smell her. He could taste the saltiness of her lips as she kissed him. And oh god, he could feel the heat as she sat up and slid down, impaling herself on him. She began to move , muscles tightening around him, squeezing and pulling at his skin. Hot. Hotter than he ever remembered her being. Their one forgotten day was embedded in his memory as perfect, but even that could not compare to the total ecstasy he was feeling right now. She continued to ride him hard and fast. Not the gentle love filled way his dreams usually acted out for him. He caught her eyes and saw a coldness that never would have been associated with Buffy.
Something about this scenario startled him and he urged himself to wake up. Nothing. He was stuck in this dream. Lost in the passion consuming him. He was afraid. It was too real. He grabbed her by the arms and held her on top of him, not allowing her to move. Then he realized. It wasn't a dream.
"What's wrong?" she asked, displaying the most beautiful puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen.
"What are you doing, Buffy?"
"Giving us what we both want. What we both need." she answered grabbing his hands in hers.
"But we can't. The curse..." he reminded her, thinking she'd completely gone insane.
A simple answer was spoken. "Willow found a cure...to anchor your soul. Now we can be together."
He was silent. All thoughts of passion gone as he tried to process what she'd said. "No. It's not possible. You're lying."
She began laughing a ferocious laugh. A chill crept up his spine.
"Maybe you'd prefer something a little wilder. Something a little more evil. like you," she stated, morphing into another form. He blinked his eyes in amazement when it was now Darla sitting on top of him. He used his strength to push her off. He jumped up and fastened his pants, while backing away from the couch.
"Or maybe you'd prefer something a little more familiar," she said, morphing again and reappearing in the form of Jenny Calender. "After all, this is how we first met. You do remember, don't you, Angel?"
"What do you want!" he yelled, now furious that he'd been controlled a second time by the First Evil.
"Well, I wanted you... but you didn't want to play. Almost had you, too." Jenny looked him up and down seductively. "Almost had that one moment, didn't you, Angelus?"
His anger boiled over and he let his demon loose. He growled a warning.
"I can feel it. The evil is still inside you, begging to get out. Believe me when I say I'm far from being done with you. And when the time comes, she won't help you. She's too busy screwing her 'other' vampire to care about what happens to you." She laughed again, a little more wicked and disappeared as if she were never there.
Once she was gone, everyone from upstairs came running down.
Giles stared at Angel, fully vamped in front of him. "What happened?"
Angel growled again. "It's war, and I just got recruited to the front line. We're gonna find a way to stop this thing. There's only one thing I have to do first."
"What's that?" Giles asked, feeling the anger pouring off the vampire.
"I'm gonna find Spike and kill him."
TBC