Note: 7 reviews = immediate chapter… no direction to go but forward. Sorry about the delay. School. I'm sure you all know how it gets sometimes…

Disclaimer: I wish I owned BtVS… but alas…

Dedicated To…

Everyone out there who supported me every step of the way (and my girl, Karen, who's the best thing I've got going for me now and has been since everything started falling apart again – I love her to bits 3). Thank you.

lil badass – 4:20am? You're one hell of a crazy bitch, honey, I'll tell you that much. But I'm flattered, yeah. *smiles back* You can have the prize for most dedicated reader. *lol*

VixenRaign – *cool-ified* And I believe it's "muy caliente"… but I can't be sure, and I've not the effort to look for the right spelling. Sometimes I wonder where five years of taking Spanish courses leads me to… *lol* Sign language is a good language course I hear, I wanted to take it, but of course I was too lazy to sign up. And oh, it only gets hotter. Check it out! The rating got upped to 'R'… and then later, to what would be 'NC-17' if Fanfiction.net laws hadn't taken that away… but don't even get me started on that. Ugh. … And oh. I've agree – I've also noted a definite decrease in femslash readers and writers since the end of BtVS. It's a pity. There was a lot of potential there. So many topics to address, so little space…

Mandie – *lol* Mandie. I don't particularly want to touch any hairy asses, with my foot or otherwise… It sounds rather unpleasant, doesn't it? Although you know I always do enjoy your… ah… rather unusual phrases, which is also something you know I've always more or less written off as a French thing. You're all a rather odd race. But anyway, BtVS fanfics are very good. You should indulge more – you know you want to. Deep, deep down.

Jen – I'll keep going until the end of the world… or rather… more accurately, three more chapters or so after this one.

Rain – *laughs* I guess you'll just have to find out, hm? I'm not giving away anything. *sticks tongue out*

cw – More acceptable to, "want, take, have" indeed. Thanks for the positive comments. I think you really understand what I'm trying to depict with my words.

Broken Bracelet – Thanks!

Note: Constructive criticism always welcome… as well as senseless praise. Hey, a writer does have some needs…

Part IV – "Rush"

We're both back at my cheap motel and you've got me pinned against my own wall, your lips scorching hot against every bit of bared flesh. It feels like you're branding me. You're moving fast, shedding your clothes as you kiss me. Rough enough to bruise.

I want to take it slow.

B... Buffy, it isn't supposed to be this way.

But, oh, it feels too good.

My fingers dig into your back as you arch against me, your body warm, lithe... alive in my hands. Seized by the sudden need to have you closer than humanly possible, I pull you against me. Hard.

"Clothes. Hurt. Off." you whimper in-between kisses and I'm suddenly unhappily aware that I'm still fully dressed.

It takes too long for us to remove it with impatient hands and after a loud rip, the material flutters to the floor. I break our kiss to smirk at you, "Don't they say good things come to those who wait?"

Instead of answering, you wordlessly jerk my head down to yours and crush our lips together again. Our kisses are fierce and vehement and sends wave after wave of blistering heat down my body.

Kissing you feels too good to be legal.

And I'd be more than happy to carry on kissing you, your entire naked length pressed up against mine, so close you couldn't slip a piece of paper through us, but you have other plans. Before I know it, I find myself thrown on the bed, and then suddenly with you straddling me, sweaty hands gripping shakily at my shoulders. Staring up, I'm mesmerized by your increasingly shallow breaths in contrast with my heaving deep ones.

You're so perfect - lips swollen, eyes screwed shut... so prettily flushed everywhere... and I've barely touched you. Until I really looked at you, I was almost amazed that I've given up my natural craving for control, just to see how you'd look on top.

If only for this one moment.

And I can hear my heartbeat raging against my eardrums.

"You're beautiful..." I whisper huskily before I can stop myself, a sudden impulse for tenderness in the mist of the quick paced events leading up to this. Trailing my fingers down the unimaginably smooth skin of your back, I commit every curve to memory.

What am I doing?

I don't know anymore. But I'm so fascinated by everything you are...

As my fingers ran lower, you sighed, long and low, and in a breathy tone, whispered the one word that made everything fall apart, destroying whatever it was that I had begun to feel.

"...Angel..."