Summary: It's Buffy's turn. This part was written in response to the ATS ep "The Girl In Question" - I REALLY didn't like the way that went, especially after all the 'cookie-talk' in "Chosen"!
A/N: I wasn't sure which city to choose, but I've been to the top of St Peter's, so I knew what I was writing about.
Have you ever been to St Peter's Cathedral in Rome? Dawnie and I went there a while ago. We climbed for what seemed like hours on end to reach the top, but when we got there, we could see across the whole of Rome.
Imagine, the city at night. The view from up here is spectacular, and we gaze down upon all the tiny people, watching the world, its protectors. You can see the whole city, darling, and oh, but it's a beautiful sight. Lights twinkle in the distance as bars, clubs, houses and hotels shine up at us. There's the Colosseum, there's the Vatican. With our senses, we can even make out the sound of the Trevi Fountain rushing, the smell of the flowers on the Spanish Steps. Oh, darling, it's beautiful up here.
Imagine the stars, twinkling as we gaze across the city. The moon glows ethereally, and in the soft light, I can just make out your eyes. Such deep brown, they pull me in, sucking at my soul until I can't breathe, and I forget everything but you. They gaze down upon me, and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. Fire burns deep within me, as you bring your hands up to wrap around me, tangled in my hair. Have I ever told you how much I love your hands? Large and soft, they protect me from the world – I who must protect others find comfort and safety only in your arms.
Imagine the night air, crickets chirping in the spring, leaves rustling in the light breeze. You shed your leather jacket, and then begin to slide my shirt away. Your hands run gently down my sides, making me shiver. Your shirt follows mine, discarded in a pile by our feet, soon joined by the rest of our clothes, and we stand together naked in the moonlight looking at the city. You glow like the Angel you are in the moonlight, my love. And in front of you, I feel small and beautiful, glowing with you, the fire from before tempered by the cool breeze on my skin, but by no means forgotten.
Imagine my hands, trailing over your cool skin, tracing patterns and contours and your tattoo. They pause to tangle in your hair, and trace the outline of your face, smoothing over your brow. You hide your game face from me, my love, but you don't understand that I love all of you. Every part, and he is an intrinsic part of who you have become, even if he is not who you are. Without the demon I would not have you, and although I hate the things he has done, I love him as a part of you. I trace your eyes, your cheekbones, your lips, and I cannot resist the urge to trail little, open-mouthed kisses where my hands roam, worshiping you. The kisses span your chest, your back, and your stomach, and then I return to your face, for a mind-blowing, soul-searing kiss that leaves us both speechless.
Imagine I lower myself to my knees in front of you. You look at me in askance, and I smile up at you. You look down upon the city, the glimmering lights, and I take you in my mouth. You're so big, and you feel hard and sleek in my mouth, and yet still soft – like steel wrapped in silk. Your head falls back, and I pause to tell you to look at the sights in front of us. I lick you, slowly, and my head bobs back and forth as I eagerly pleasure you. The smells and sounds from the city fill my senses, and I take you in deeper, hearing you moan with pleasure. I love doing this for you, and most of all I love the deep growls that blossom from your chest as you struggle for control. You don't have to control yourself around me baby, not here. The sound of those growls makes me wet, makes me shiver with anticipation, and when you pull me up roughly, I smile, knowing what is about to come.
Imagine burying yourself inside me, roughly, thrusting hard into my heat. Oh, it feels like home, darling, the feel of you inside me. You pump rapidly in and out, lifting my legs around your waist. I tremble at the sensations you're causing, the friction burning me from the inside out, and the pressure building within me as I reach the edge of my orgasm. I want you to join me, my love, and so I tilt my head to the side in askance. You look at me, scared, and I reassure you, I know you won't hurt me. The city sparkles below us, and the people carry on about their lives, unaware as you sink your fangs into my neck and drink, and we both fall head first into the abyss, crying with pleasure and screaming each other's names.
Imagine standing together, afterwards, naked and beautiful, glowing in the moonlight, looking down on the city below. The people have no idea, my love. No idea of what we have just done, no idea we even exist. They continue their lives blissfully unaware.
"You think I love the Immortal, Angel? That I'm happy with him?"
"Andrew told me…"
"Andrew lied. You're the only one I want, my darling. The only one I could give myself to like this. Andrew's just attention seeking."
"Stay with me, Buffy?"
"Forever. That's the whole point."
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