Title: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Disclaimer: Please don't; purely for entertainment. None of the characters are mine.
Pairings:B/F
Note:Season 4ish. After the 'Bad Girls' thing, after Faith was stabbed, after the coma. Before the one where they swap.
Feedback: Always =D
Warnings: Adult situations.
Rating: R for reasons that will become obvious

Thanks for all the feedback once again. Sorry I didn't update sooner (once again). I've been really busy with work and things, and trying to write many fics at the same time! LOL. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the rest of the fic! And without further ado, here it is!! Hope you like it! Please please please review! They make me smile!

Part 4

All of a sudden my lips were pressed to hers, my arms were gripping her shoulders, my body was pressing itself against hers, my voice box was forcing out moans I had no recognition of at first. I sandwiched her body between the wall and mine, the kiss becoming more passionate as every second passed.

Ninety-nine per cent of me was glad I had recognised the look in her eyes, though that one per cent was worried she didn't want this. Luckily that was a smaller percentage, because if it wasn't I'd have backed down and slapped myself at how stupid I was being to think for a second that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

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I tried so hard to drink in the image of her before me, as bare as she had been before (except for that the towel was wrapped around her). Her brown curls splayed across the pillow, gleaming as they surrounded her face. I pushed one back from her face, watching her eyes as they rolled back and her eyelids fell, my touch apparently affecting her morals.

I had tried to picture this in my head so many times, each time being interrupted by the harsh reality that encompassed my entire mentality. Yet still, even as I tried to still my whirring thoughts they raced and raced, challenged my breaths for speed, and with each inhalation they become more erratic, heavier, lustier. It drove my potentially inebriated sex to become more and more satin, tingly, "juiced."

And still, all I wanted to see before me was this perfect figure I had so often dreamed of, this gorgeous brunette, every curve and contour fruit to my greedy eyes.

The only light in the room was the lamp shining through the window, apart from that the shadows cast on her body told me a story of where toned curves and contours of her body lay.

I tried not to rub against her centre as I sat upon her, legs folded on either side of her body, but with every effort I had ever possessed I could not help it. My efforts against it soon disappeared when a moan escaped her beautiful lips, and I thanked to god that she was wanting this still.

My mind flashed back to when we'd spend hours fantasising about the perfect sex; and who it would be with. I had inwardly cursed at myself so many times for not having the courage to tell her that she was the one who topped any other being I'd ever wanted to be with; Angel, or otherwise. A part of me wished I had told her then. But what would it have changed?

I ran a steady but scared hand gently along her naked thigh, making note of every curve, every single inch. As it moved inwards I heard her breathing become irregular, her chest heave erratically as breaths of air forced it's way in and out faster than what was normal for her.

I watched her face as my hand slid further and further up her leg, frustratingly slowly, and I watched as it stopped. The contrast was unnoticeable had I not been watching, but ever so slightly her facial features softened, and I replaced my hand on her hip this time. Then, slowly, calmly, moved it over her stomach…felt how the toned skin told a story of…my mistake. My hand paused, what I imagined to be a scar beneath my fingers. 'I…I'm so sorry…' I muttered, moving my hand away, and looking at what I could see of the scar.

I leant forward and planted a soft kiss upon her lips, and after pulling away she uttered a whispered, 'Relax.' Meant for me, a part of me told me she was telling herself. And as her eyes came open to me, I offered a gentle smile, and she returned it, warming me immediately.

I moved back to her, to kiss her again, and I let my tongue across her lips, lightly, just sweeping it momentarily across her wonderful lips, praying that she would allow me entry once again. And as she did, and I slid my tongue in, I relaxed into her body, let myself melt into her, let my tongue explore, play games with hers.

When I broke away, began kissing her neck, she stilled me. 'Please, Buffy…'

I moved back a little to see her eyes, and they were filled with what I think was apprehension.

'Be careful,' she uttered softly, and I nodded my head, feeling the hair on my back move as I did.