Chapter 17- A Little Preview
A.N. Adult stuff ahead.... BeWaRe..... Oh and I add some of my own ideas into Buffy's past, things that were never mentioned on the show, but I think could have happened.
A slayer's dreams are not always prophetic. She has the same normal bizarre dreams as everyone else. But there are times when Buffy will wake, her heart pounding and slayer senses screaming and she will know that this time, the dream will become real. It happened with the master, and even though she had never told anyone, it had happened before Angel turned. That had been why she had blamed herself so harshly for still letting it happen.
This time though, as Buffy drifted into the light floating feelings of dreams, somewhere it registered that this dream was not going to cause her to wake up in fear, but something else entirely....
The satin fabric felt cool against Buffy's skin, and it suddenly occurred to her that she was lying nude on satin sheets, in a bed the size of Rhode Island, in a room she had never seen... Then, sensations overwhelmed her so that coherent thoughts were just a memory...
Her boys were crawling on the bed towards her, a hunger so naked and visible in their eyes that she couldn't tell if it was lust for her, or lust for blood. They were both nude as well, and though she had seen them this way before, granted more with Spike then Angel, seeing them next to each other took her breath away. The likeness was there, both had alabaster skin and well defined muscles, but the differences made them each that much more beautiful.
They both picked up one of her dainty feet, and began to kiss and worship. Her toes, her ankles, the undersides of her muscular calves. They each worshipped every inch of her, not missing any spots, but going so agonizingly slow that Buffy couldn't tell if she was in heaven or hell.
She had thought she would hate this, feel so awkward that all pleasure would be out of the question. She had thought that this damn prophecy was going to ruin it, and make it so that she was just going through the motions. But here she was, squirming under the attentions of her lovers, moaning like she had never moaned before and really in the grand scheme of things they weren't even doing anything yet. Buffy's back arched, and her hand reached down at grabbed Angel's hair, pulling him upwards to her mouth. She kissed him then, a deep searching wild kiss. It had been so long since she had been able to kiss Angel like this, without fear of what would happen. Her tongue swept in his mouth and her hands stroked over his chest, dragging one fingertip over the scar from her cross. Angel sucked in a breath, his nipples and other regions becoming almost painfully hard just from the one small movement.
Not one to be ignored, Spike chose that second to move up to Buffy's inner thigh, dragging his tongue around in small circles moving upwards to her core. Buffy's whole body tensed as she waited for him to push her over the edge, and Angel dipped his head down to her breast. His tongue grazed over the now almost healed mark he had left as Angelus, and Buffy's head tipped back into a primal moan. It was then that Spike vamped out, and sank his fangs into her inner thigh, so close to her womanhood and so sexually that Buffy orgasmed then, her whole body feeling like it was exploding into nothing but a bunch of nerve endings....
She awoke then, her body covered in sweat, and a real life orgasm ripping through her. As she finally spiraled back down to earth, she slowly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. The sheets on her bed had been completely ripped off and were lying in a bundle of shredded cloth in her hands. All of the pillows lay on the floor, and somehow her lamp had been knocked onto the floor. And standing at the foot of the bed, stood a very shell shocked and incredibly aroused Angel.
He stood there looking at his beloved and was amazed at the self control he was showing by not climbing on the bed and taking her right then and there, soul be damned. He had come there to check up on her, he disliked having her sleep alone with the Noxious demons lurking in the shadows. Imagine his surprise when he slid in the window only to find her lying there, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and tiny white panties, her body arching upwards and moans coming from her mouth.
They remained that way for a moment, eyes locked, until suddenly the tension in the room snapped and they lunged for each other. Lips met lips in frantic exploration, clothing was ripped off, and the two lay against each other, enjoying the feel of their bodies together after all this time. Angel lifted his hand and brushed a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear. "I love you so much Buff. Everything that we have been through, all of it has only made that grow stronger. There will never ever, I don't care what happens be a day where I don't look back and thank the powers that be for sending Merrick to me in that alley."
She kissed him again, moved to silence by his words. She kneeled above him and slid down the bed, quickly taking him in her mouth before he had a chance to tell her not to. She had never done this with Angel and the experience was quite different. The only person she had ever done this for was Spike, and he was longer but thinner than Angel.
The experience wasn't new for Angel, he was after all, centuries old, but it was different with Buffy, and within minutes he was writhing underneath her movements, desperately trying to maintain control, but to no avail. His hips lifted upward and he spilled himself in her mouth, letting out a low deep moan and vamping out. He was surprised that she took it, not turning to spit it out like most modern girls. Buffy slid back up next to him, rubbed her nose along his, and promptly fell back asleep against his chest. Deeply satiated, Angel soon followed.
Faith shook her head as she exited the small house, they sure were awful noisy. Not that she could blame B; she would bring down the house if she had those kinds of performances. Faith despised sleeping when there were still a few hours left before sunrise. So, she was patrolling again, this time more out of boredom then any desire to hunt. As she moved closer to the park, her abdomen began cramping; a sure sign that evil was afoot. "Jesus Christ, did I just think that? I sound like some sort of caped crusader. Sheesh. I need to get back to L.A," Faith murmured to herself as she crept silently through the trees. She stood still for a moment, and even though she could see nothing, her senses continued informing her that there was some kind of big bad nearby.
Suddenly, the shadow of a tree slid forward and formed itself into a man... well some kind of man. He was completely black, not like African-American black, but like the suffocating darkness of the room under the stairs. The only color on him was the eyes, and Faith was sure his eyes were going to give her nightmares for months to come. They were a bright glowing red, and though she had seen red eyes before, something about this man had even Faith trembling in fear. She wanted to run so badly, but yet the fear was so overwhelming she was unable to move. Beside him, a small shadow slid closer, but remained on the ground. Faith recognized it as one of the Noxious Demons that Buffy had told her about. They were the ones that were planning something for the prophecy, they were either going to stop it from happening or do something to Buffy's baby. The familiar anger at all things evil helped Faith return to control. She found it was easier to focus and remain clear headed so long as she didn't look at the taller man-like demon.
"Masssster... the vampire failed. The girl issss alive and well, and the curssssed one retainsss hissss ssssoul. If we don't do ssssommething, the prophecy will go on asss planned..." the little one hissed. Faith didn't need to hear anymore to understand that Spike was the one behind Angelus' little guest appearance this afternoon. She tucked that little nugget of information away, to be dealt with later. Right now, she had bigger fish to fry.
"Yes, I know. I have decided that we are no longer going to interfere. I watched the old one this afternoon, in his delightfully dark and shadowy library. Seems there is an interesting turn of events coming our way my pet." The taller one spoke and his voice sent chills down Faith's spine. She couldn't remember the last time she was this scared. Not at the ascension, not in prison, not even when she was battling Angelus in that warehouse. His voice was indescribable, a low and shadowy sound that dripped in evil.
"What massster?" The smaller shadow rubbed itself along the man's legs, similar to a housecat, weaving in and out, seeming to feed off of the evil.
"The counteraction... seems the counteraction is going to restore me to my former glory. I will once again walk the Earth and cause these disgusting mortals to die in fear just at the sight of me. They will believe in me again and I will destroy them. Never again will they forget Terrmortis." The man-creature tipped back his head and laughed, with the little Noxious demon hissing in delight around his feet.
And for the first time in a long time, as long as she could remember, Faith ran. She ran as quickly and as quietly as her feet would let her. She had to tell Giles about this. Dear god, if that was the counteraction he had been blubbering about, she would forget ever even imagining becoming a slayer again. She would forget it all just so she could stay away from the horrible black man-thing with the red eyes.
From the clearing in the woods, Terrmortis stopped laughing and smiled, flashing rows and rows of razor sharp incisors like a shark. "Yes pretty one, run as your feet will carry you. Tell them what you saw; tell them of what will happen. Nothing will help darling slayer, I know your fears, all of your fears, and soon you will beg for me to offer you sweet death.... Soon."
"Yessss......ssssoooon..."
A.N. Adult stuff ahead.... BeWaRe..... Oh and I add some of my own ideas into Buffy's past, things that were never mentioned on the show, but I think could have happened.
A slayer's dreams are not always prophetic. She has the same normal bizarre dreams as everyone else. But there are times when Buffy will wake, her heart pounding and slayer senses screaming and she will know that this time, the dream will become real. It happened with the master, and even though she had never told anyone, it had happened before Angel turned. That had been why she had blamed herself so harshly for still letting it happen.
This time though, as Buffy drifted into the light floating feelings of dreams, somewhere it registered that this dream was not going to cause her to wake up in fear, but something else entirely....
The satin fabric felt cool against Buffy's skin, and it suddenly occurred to her that she was lying nude on satin sheets, in a bed the size of Rhode Island, in a room she had never seen... Then, sensations overwhelmed her so that coherent thoughts were just a memory...
Her boys were crawling on the bed towards her, a hunger so naked and visible in their eyes that she couldn't tell if it was lust for her, or lust for blood. They were both nude as well, and though she had seen them this way before, granted more with Spike then Angel, seeing them next to each other took her breath away. The likeness was there, both had alabaster skin and well defined muscles, but the differences made them each that much more beautiful.
They both picked up one of her dainty feet, and began to kiss and worship. Her toes, her ankles, the undersides of her muscular calves. They each worshipped every inch of her, not missing any spots, but going so agonizingly slow that Buffy couldn't tell if she was in heaven or hell.
She had thought she would hate this, feel so awkward that all pleasure would be out of the question. She had thought that this damn prophecy was going to ruin it, and make it so that she was just going through the motions. But here she was, squirming under the attentions of her lovers, moaning like she had never moaned before and really in the grand scheme of things they weren't even doing anything yet. Buffy's back arched, and her hand reached down at grabbed Angel's hair, pulling him upwards to her mouth. She kissed him then, a deep searching wild kiss. It had been so long since she had been able to kiss Angel like this, without fear of what would happen. Her tongue swept in his mouth and her hands stroked over his chest, dragging one fingertip over the scar from her cross. Angel sucked in a breath, his nipples and other regions becoming almost painfully hard just from the one small movement.
Not one to be ignored, Spike chose that second to move up to Buffy's inner thigh, dragging his tongue around in small circles moving upwards to her core. Buffy's whole body tensed as she waited for him to push her over the edge, and Angel dipped his head down to her breast. His tongue grazed over the now almost healed mark he had left as Angelus, and Buffy's head tipped back into a primal moan. It was then that Spike vamped out, and sank his fangs into her inner thigh, so close to her womanhood and so sexually that Buffy orgasmed then, her whole body feeling like it was exploding into nothing but a bunch of nerve endings....
She awoke then, her body covered in sweat, and a real life orgasm ripping through her. As she finally spiraled back down to earth, she slowly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. The sheets on her bed had been completely ripped off and were lying in a bundle of shredded cloth in her hands. All of the pillows lay on the floor, and somehow her lamp had been knocked onto the floor. And standing at the foot of the bed, stood a very shell shocked and incredibly aroused Angel.
He stood there looking at his beloved and was amazed at the self control he was showing by not climbing on the bed and taking her right then and there, soul be damned. He had come there to check up on her, he disliked having her sleep alone with the Noxious demons lurking in the shadows. Imagine his surprise when he slid in the window only to find her lying there, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and tiny white panties, her body arching upwards and moans coming from her mouth.
They remained that way for a moment, eyes locked, until suddenly the tension in the room snapped and they lunged for each other. Lips met lips in frantic exploration, clothing was ripped off, and the two lay against each other, enjoying the feel of their bodies together after all this time. Angel lifted his hand and brushed a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear. "I love you so much Buff. Everything that we have been through, all of it has only made that grow stronger. There will never ever, I don't care what happens be a day where I don't look back and thank the powers that be for sending Merrick to me in that alley."
She kissed him again, moved to silence by his words. She kneeled above him and slid down the bed, quickly taking him in her mouth before he had a chance to tell her not to. She had never done this with Angel and the experience was quite different. The only person she had ever done this for was Spike, and he was longer but thinner than Angel.
The experience wasn't new for Angel, he was after all, centuries old, but it was different with Buffy, and within minutes he was writhing underneath her movements, desperately trying to maintain control, but to no avail. His hips lifted upward and he spilled himself in her mouth, letting out a low deep moan and vamping out. He was surprised that she took it, not turning to spit it out like most modern girls. Buffy slid back up next to him, rubbed her nose along his, and promptly fell back asleep against his chest. Deeply satiated, Angel soon followed.
Faith shook her head as she exited the small house, they sure were awful noisy. Not that she could blame B; she would bring down the house if she had those kinds of performances. Faith despised sleeping when there were still a few hours left before sunrise. So, she was patrolling again, this time more out of boredom then any desire to hunt. As she moved closer to the park, her abdomen began cramping; a sure sign that evil was afoot. "Jesus Christ, did I just think that? I sound like some sort of caped crusader. Sheesh. I need to get back to L.A," Faith murmured to herself as she crept silently through the trees. She stood still for a moment, and even though she could see nothing, her senses continued informing her that there was some kind of big bad nearby.
Suddenly, the shadow of a tree slid forward and formed itself into a man... well some kind of man. He was completely black, not like African-American black, but like the suffocating darkness of the room under the stairs. The only color on him was the eyes, and Faith was sure his eyes were going to give her nightmares for months to come. They were a bright glowing red, and though she had seen red eyes before, something about this man had even Faith trembling in fear. She wanted to run so badly, but yet the fear was so overwhelming she was unable to move. Beside him, a small shadow slid closer, but remained on the ground. Faith recognized it as one of the Noxious Demons that Buffy had told her about. They were the ones that were planning something for the prophecy, they were either going to stop it from happening or do something to Buffy's baby. The familiar anger at all things evil helped Faith return to control. She found it was easier to focus and remain clear headed so long as she didn't look at the taller man-like demon.
"Masssster... the vampire failed. The girl issss alive and well, and the curssssed one retainsss hissss ssssoul. If we don't do ssssommething, the prophecy will go on asss planned..." the little one hissed. Faith didn't need to hear anymore to understand that Spike was the one behind Angelus' little guest appearance this afternoon. She tucked that little nugget of information away, to be dealt with later. Right now, she had bigger fish to fry.
"Yes, I know. I have decided that we are no longer going to interfere. I watched the old one this afternoon, in his delightfully dark and shadowy library. Seems there is an interesting turn of events coming our way my pet." The taller one spoke and his voice sent chills down Faith's spine. She couldn't remember the last time she was this scared. Not at the ascension, not in prison, not even when she was battling Angelus in that warehouse. His voice was indescribable, a low and shadowy sound that dripped in evil.
"What massster?" The smaller shadow rubbed itself along the man's legs, similar to a housecat, weaving in and out, seeming to feed off of the evil.
"The counteraction... seems the counteraction is going to restore me to my former glory. I will once again walk the Earth and cause these disgusting mortals to die in fear just at the sight of me. They will believe in me again and I will destroy them. Never again will they forget Terrmortis." The man-creature tipped back his head and laughed, with the little Noxious demon hissing in delight around his feet.
And for the first time in a long time, as long as she could remember, Faith ran. She ran as quickly and as quietly as her feet would let her. She had to tell Giles about this. Dear god, if that was the counteraction he had been blubbering about, she would forget ever even imagining becoming a slayer again. She would forget it all just so she could stay away from the horrible black man-thing with the red eyes.
From the clearing in the woods, Terrmortis stopped laughing and smiled, flashing rows and rows of razor sharp incisors like a shark. "Yes pretty one, run as your feet will carry you. Tell them what you saw; tell them of what will happen. Nothing will help darling slayer, I know your fears, all of your fears, and soon you will beg for me to offer you sweet death.... Soon."
"Yessss......ssssoooon..."