Author's Note- This chapter contains some sexually explicit material. I
know the whole story is based on sex, but this has some actual
descriptions. So, if you are under 18 or offended by this kind of stuff
then turn back. (Although I am not sure how you made it this far after the
prophecy was revealed, but I digress. To each his own) By the way, italics
describe Angel's thoughts. I always kind of thought of dream thoughts as
italics, I am a little nutty. what can I say.
Disclaimer- Still don't own anything.. Although I did acquire a fall frenzy t-shirt today!
Chapter 7- While Boyfriend A dreams
It was not like Angel to sleep during the night. Lord knows he had little else to do during the day, but the drive to Sunnydale and the talk with Buffy had drained him. Besides his vamp senses were telling him the sun would be up soon. So he slept. And he dreamed.
Angel opened his eyes and found himself back in Buffy's room. He could tell he was dreaming because his heart was pounding. The fact that he had a heart was the dead give-away. The room was covered in candles, and a tuxedo lay tossed on a chair. Further investigation showed a white wedding dress in a crumbled heap on the floor.. Which more then likely belonged to Buffy, since she was sleeping in his arms.
Well this dream seems pretty damn good. Might as well go with it.
Buffy stirred in his arms, and he could feel every inch of her exquisite skin against his. Giving in to the temptation, he leaned in and kissed the soft spot of her shoulder. Buffy whimpered and turned her head to stare at him sleepily. Then she smiled, the slow all-knowing smile that only a woman can do. The smile that said she knew he wanted her, and she knew the power that gave her.
"Mmmm. haven't you had enough tonight husband?" She rolled onto her side so that she was now facing him fully. Her hand slid slowly down his chest, stopping only shortly to swirl a finger lazily around his dark nipple.
"I could never get enough of you love. Your body is like a drug, I think I need it to survive. oh god Buffy." All coherent thought was lost as her small, yet powerful hand gripped his now throbbing arousal.
Dear god don't let me ever wake up..
"I know.. I feel the same." Buffy's lips sought his neck, her hand moving so slowly that it offered him no relieve only torture. Angel flipped her over onto her back so that he was raised above her. His eyes devoured her, taking in her lean muscled body, perfectly shaped perky breasts.
I will never ever be able to forget this woman. Not even if I am not the father. The powers that be could not make Buffy totally forget our perfect day, and I will not forget our love.
Angel growled and lowered his head to capture Buffy's mouth in a passionate desperate kiss. His tongue slid in her mouth, memorizing her taste. His hand slid down to her core, his fingers expertly bringing her to readiness. He knew she had to be super ready in order to accommodate his size. Finally, Buffy began to squirm and moan, her hips tilting upwards, and Angel knew she was ready.
He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her up some, his hands delighting in the firmness. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her mouth never leaving his, unless it was to whisper, "oh yes", or "I love you". Angel sank himself into her warmness, nearly losing it as her fingernails spasmodically sank into his bottom.
"Angel!" Buffy moaned her back arching upwards. "Oh yes. Get up and fight me you bloody wanker."
Angel stopped and looked at her confused. "What the hell did you just say?"
Buffy repeated herself, "I said, get up and fight me you bloody wanker!"
Dammit Spike why must you always interrupt my dreams!! Angel awoke with a growl. He could tell he was in game face, and enjoyed in it. Right now, he wanted nothing more then to rip Spike apart for interrupting such a perfect dream.
"What the hell do you want Spike?" Angel growled at his childe. "This better be important because you just interrupted one hell of a dream."
Spike glared at him. "Yeah I figured as much. Since you were calling out my woman's name. Why the hell didn't you just stay in Los Angeles? You can't even sleep with her, how are you supposed to keep her happy?" Inside, Spike knew that Angel hated this as much as he did. However, he couldn't very well go beat the living hell out of Aphrodite now could he?
"Last time I checked you and Buffy were only a casual thing. And the whole reason I am even here is because she loves both of us. You think I like this? I have just about as much desire as you do to do this. I remember what threesomes with you are like. They are a nightmare with you fumbling around trying to make yourself useful. You couldn't pleasure a woman if she was doing it for you!"
Spike knew he was going too far, but damn Angel could push his buttons. "That isn't what Buffy said last night. In fact, it was my name she kept moaning, my back she scratched up. Pity we heal so fast, I could show you." Spike never got a chance to finish the sentence. Angel lunged at him and threw him into the wall of the mansion.
Never one to miss a good fight, Spike jumped up and came for Angel. He managed to get a good solid hit in before Angel kicked his feet out from under him. He was ready though when Angel leaned down to hit him again, Spike grabbed Angel's shirt and flipped him over onto his back. He scrambled onto his feet at the same time as Angel and they stood and stared at each other, trying to get their breath back.
"Are you two done, or should I keep waiting?" The vamps spun to face the voice. Aphrodite laughed at their faces. Both of them were fighting to keep the desire from their face, a sure sign they were madly in love with the mortal girl. "There is no need to hide the desire. My magic is in that men want me. Makes it easier to control love." She smoothed a hand over her silky gauze gown. "After all, I am a goddess."
Angel was the first to speak. "What are you doing here? I haven't told her yet." Aphrodite waved his remark away. "I know. I took the liberty of doing that. She has already informed Spike. Why do you think he is so angry? I'm here because there is a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Spike and Angel asked at the same time. They glared at each other before turning back to face the love goddess. She sighed; it seemed even immortal men were insanely jealous. "One of the dark forces overheard Buffy telling you. They know and are planning to hinder the process in some way. I don't know how, I only wanted to warn you. You cannot allow anything to keep this prophecy from being fulfilled, or anything to happen to the babe. The world will fall apart if either occurs." With that, the love goddess disappeared. Leaving the men with more questions and few answers. They stood staring at each other for a few minutes before Angel finally broke the silence.
"Look, we both love her. Neither of us wants this, but we cannot not do it, so we need to figure out a way to get a long for the next few weeks. After all, it appears we will be sleeping together soon."
Spike growled. "Bloody hell. Alright, but you better damn buy me dinner first."
Disclaimer- Still don't own anything.. Although I did acquire a fall frenzy t-shirt today!
Chapter 7- While Boyfriend A dreams
It was not like Angel to sleep during the night. Lord knows he had little else to do during the day, but the drive to Sunnydale and the talk with Buffy had drained him. Besides his vamp senses were telling him the sun would be up soon. So he slept. And he dreamed.
Angel opened his eyes and found himself back in Buffy's room. He could tell he was dreaming because his heart was pounding. The fact that he had a heart was the dead give-away. The room was covered in candles, and a tuxedo lay tossed on a chair. Further investigation showed a white wedding dress in a crumbled heap on the floor.. Which more then likely belonged to Buffy, since she was sleeping in his arms.
Well this dream seems pretty damn good. Might as well go with it.
Buffy stirred in his arms, and he could feel every inch of her exquisite skin against his. Giving in to the temptation, he leaned in and kissed the soft spot of her shoulder. Buffy whimpered and turned her head to stare at him sleepily. Then she smiled, the slow all-knowing smile that only a woman can do. The smile that said she knew he wanted her, and she knew the power that gave her.
"Mmmm. haven't you had enough tonight husband?" She rolled onto her side so that she was now facing him fully. Her hand slid slowly down his chest, stopping only shortly to swirl a finger lazily around his dark nipple.
"I could never get enough of you love. Your body is like a drug, I think I need it to survive. oh god Buffy." All coherent thought was lost as her small, yet powerful hand gripped his now throbbing arousal.
Dear god don't let me ever wake up..
"I know.. I feel the same." Buffy's lips sought his neck, her hand moving so slowly that it offered him no relieve only torture. Angel flipped her over onto her back so that he was raised above her. His eyes devoured her, taking in her lean muscled body, perfectly shaped perky breasts.
I will never ever be able to forget this woman. Not even if I am not the father. The powers that be could not make Buffy totally forget our perfect day, and I will not forget our love.
Angel growled and lowered his head to capture Buffy's mouth in a passionate desperate kiss. His tongue slid in her mouth, memorizing her taste. His hand slid down to her core, his fingers expertly bringing her to readiness. He knew she had to be super ready in order to accommodate his size. Finally, Buffy began to squirm and moan, her hips tilting upwards, and Angel knew she was ready.
He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her up some, his hands delighting in the firmness. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her mouth never leaving his, unless it was to whisper, "oh yes", or "I love you". Angel sank himself into her warmness, nearly losing it as her fingernails spasmodically sank into his bottom.
"Angel!" Buffy moaned her back arching upwards. "Oh yes. Get up and fight me you bloody wanker."
Angel stopped and looked at her confused. "What the hell did you just say?"
Buffy repeated herself, "I said, get up and fight me you bloody wanker!"
Dammit Spike why must you always interrupt my dreams!! Angel awoke with a growl. He could tell he was in game face, and enjoyed in it. Right now, he wanted nothing more then to rip Spike apart for interrupting such a perfect dream.
"What the hell do you want Spike?" Angel growled at his childe. "This better be important because you just interrupted one hell of a dream."
Spike glared at him. "Yeah I figured as much. Since you were calling out my woman's name. Why the hell didn't you just stay in Los Angeles? You can't even sleep with her, how are you supposed to keep her happy?" Inside, Spike knew that Angel hated this as much as he did. However, he couldn't very well go beat the living hell out of Aphrodite now could he?
"Last time I checked you and Buffy were only a casual thing. And the whole reason I am even here is because she loves both of us. You think I like this? I have just about as much desire as you do to do this. I remember what threesomes with you are like. They are a nightmare with you fumbling around trying to make yourself useful. You couldn't pleasure a woman if she was doing it for you!"
Spike knew he was going too far, but damn Angel could push his buttons. "That isn't what Buffy said last night. In fact, it was my name she kept moaning, my back she scratched up. Pity we heal so fast, I could show you." Spike never got a chance to finish the sentence. Angel lunged at him and threw him into the wall of the mansion.
Never one to miss a good fight, Spike jumped up and came for Angel. He managed to get a good solid hit in before Angel kicked his feet out from under him. He was ready though when Angel leaned down to hit him again, Spike grabbed Angel's shirt and flipped him over onto his back. He scrambled onto his feet at the same time as Angel and they stood and stared at each other, trying to get their breath back.
"Are you two done, or should I keep waiting?" The vamps spun to face the voice. Aphrodite laughed at their faces. Both of them were fighting to keep the desire from their face, a sure sign they were madly in love with the mortal girl. "There is no need to hide the desire. My magic is in that men want me. Makes it easier to control love." She smoothed a hand over her silky gauze gown. "After all, I am a goddess."
Angel was the first to speak. "What are you doing here? I haven't told her yet." Aphrodite waved his remark away. "I know. I took the liberty of doing that. She has already informed Spike. Why do you think he is so angry? I'm here because there is a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Spike and Angel asked at the same time. They glared at each other before turning back to face the love goddess. She sighed; it seemed even immortal men were insanely jealous. "One of the dark forces overheard Buffy telling you. They know and are planning to hinder the process in some way. I don't know how, I only wanted to warn you. You cannot allow anything to keep this prophecy from being fulfilled, or anything to happen to the babe. The world will fall apart if either occurs." With that, the love goddess disappeared. Leaving the men with more questions and few answers. They stood staring at each other for a few minutes before Angel finally broke the silence.
"Look, we both love her. Neither of us wants this, but we cannot not do it, so we need to figure out a way to get a long for the next few weeks. After all, it appears we will be sleeping together soon."
Spike growled. "Bloody hell. Alright, but you better damn buy me dinner first."