Chapter 10

His hot, large hand covered her dry mouth as he locked her tight frame inside of his and drug her back trying not to draw attention to them. He didn't want anyone interrupting them.

Buffy knew it was him and it made her kick and scream all the more. To say she was terrified beyond her wildest dreams was the understatement of the century. She didn't know him well enough to judge how he reacted to things that didn't go his way.

As he held on to her, he opened the back door and pushed her inside, causing her to stumble. He walked inside and closed the door behind them, wanting privacy, and he locked the door to be extra certain no unwanted visitors came their way.

"What the fuck?" she asked confused as hell as she saw who her attacker was once he had let go of her.

"Listen Buffy, I'm sorry I scared you. I need your help." The man told her as he pulled out his wallet and showed her his police badge. "I'm with the police, I'm terribly sorry if I frightened you," Spike apologized.

"Well you should be! What the fuck is going on? You're a fucking COP? Let me guess, Faith is your partner." She said terribly annoyed and irritated already.

"Yes, we're both undercover agents working with the FBI." He informed her.

"Why the fuck do you need my help?" she asked him confused.

He sighed and then looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He had no idea that she was fifteen almost sixteen and of all the laws that were being broken right under his nose. He had heard through the grape vine that Angelus O'Connor and Riley Finn had a thing for the little blonde dancer. He had seen her, he knew that she was definitely one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever laid eyes on, but he looked at it more of an opportunity.

"Look, it involves Angelus O'Connor and Riley Finn." He told her.

Immediately she shook her head and started to leave, "I don't want any part of this. I'm sorry I don't know what's going on, but I'm afraid I can't help you out. So please, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find out if I have to work." She said politely at the end and walked past Spike and before she closed the door, he said, "If you change your mind, you know where I'll be."

She walked out into the main area and was joyous to find Gunn talking and mingling with other customers and as she was about to go talk to him, someone grabbed her arm in a piercing grip and pulled her away. This time she KNEW it was Angelus. She had felt him before but Spike had gotten to her first.

He literally drug her with her wrist in his hand to the hall where the bathrooms were located and pushed her up against the wall.

"What the fuck is up with you?" he asked her as he kept her hands up above her head and she saw the madness in his eyes not to mention his possessiveness and could she be wrong, but worry? Had he been worried about her? It was so odd, as afraid of what he brought out in her and what feelings he stirred inside of her, a baser part of her subconscious felt like it knew him. It was almost as if he was her home, her other half, her mate in life.

Not knowing where she found this courage to back talk him but she looked up at him and said, "What the fuck is up with you? You leave early this morning and you didn't tell me what the fuck was going on and then you call me demanding to know where the fuck I am, and you want to know what the fuck is up with me?"

Knowing she had a point, he SO wasn't about ready to admit to that. He had a reputation to protect and this morning when he woke up and saw her snuggling up next to his body, it hit him. He was falling in love with her. She was so sweet and innocent. She had such a delicate nature and yet was so daring and such a spitfire. He knew she must have a mean streak in her somewhere, with the line of work she did, she almost had to. All in all, she was his perfect mate. That thought alone freaked the shit out of him.

As the day went on and after seeing and talking with his sister, and he didn't tell her about that, the more the idea was in his head, the more and more angry he got at the thought of another man touching where only he had gone. Not to mention the thought of her leaving him. That thought alone freaked him out more then possibly loving her did.

He let his animal side out more right now. He had gone all day long without seeing her, didn't know where in the hell she was, and could only imagine if she was working and what stupid pathetic little wimp she was working on. He was positive if he had walked in and found her stripped and working he would have just gone nuts and gone Scarface on the whole place and killed everyone.

She was so close. He had her pressed against the wall with one of his hands holding her hands above her head and the other hand was on her thigh but now he pushed it down and ran his thumb over her bellybutton causing her to quiver and made her nipples harder then steel. She couldn't help but tilt her side, bit her lip and moan at the feelings of desire coursing through her system. It was like a drug, and he was her supplier. In just one night of incredible love making she had become an addict and craved his touch like a druggie craved crack.

He attacked her mouth with a punished force and dominated her mouth, darting his tongue in and out and it was like he was making sure that he still knew where everything was in her mouth, like he was retracing his steps to remember where he had been.

He broke the kiss and almost immediately latched onto the side of her neck. Gods she smelled so good. Her skin tasted like honey and she smelled like roses, and it was all driving him insane with want and need. He had never been the type of man who waited for things that he desired, but as he got older, her learned that patience is definitely a virtue. Especially when it comes to the divine pleasures of the body.

He moved his free hand down her body and to the top of her pants. She hadn't bothered to change from what she was wearing around her apartment. He ran his hand over the button a few times before she moaned in need. He was torturing her and he relished in every second of it.

"What do you want?" he asked her whispering in her ear, taking his heavenly lips away from her scorching hot skin for a few moments.

Her eyes were closed and she could feel the beads of sweat coming down her forehead onto her face and she knew he was awaiting an answer. She knew that she wanted him, despite everything else she wanted him bad.

"You, only you." She whispered back to him as she tried to get his mouth back on her body and create the magic that he does with those lips.

He pulled away and it caused her to open her eyes and look at him. Before she could ask him why he stopped he looked straight in her eyes and asked her, "What happened today?"

She knew what he meant but tried to blow it off, "I don't know-" He didn't want to hurt her anymore then she already had been, but he tightened his grip on her wrists and said, "Bullshit. You were trying to run weren't you?"

"No, Angelus," she was going to lie again but he slammed her hands against the wall and looked angrier.

"Don't fuckin' lie to me Buffy. You were trying to run away from me! Why?" he demanded. Was it possible that they shared the same feelings about not just possibly loving the other, but of its frightening consequences?

"Okay! Okay! Yes, I was trying to run away from you." She admitted to him without looking at him. If she didn't have to look at him, then she wouldn't be sucked in by those great big brown eyes of his.

"Why?" he asked again. At least she admitted to wanting to get away. Patience is a virtue, he kept saying in his head.

"It's nothing," she didn't want to make a big deal out of it unless she had to.

He softened his eyes and he loosened his grip on her wrists and he took his spare hand and lifted her chin up and he made her look at him.

"Look at me Buffy. You can tell me," he sincerely told her. He wanted everything about this girl. He wanted to consume her. He wanted her hopes, her dreams, her fears, her past, her present, her future, her lust, her passion, her love, her gentleness, her absolutely everything.

Looking into his chocolate orbs, as she predicted she was a goner.

"I'm scared, okay? I'm really, really scared." She confessed as she let a few treacherous tears fall down her blushed cheeks.

"Scared of me?" he asked worried and confused. That was the last thing that he wanted. He knew that he could come off as a hard-ass and possessive, but it was just the way that he only knew how to express his feelings sometimes.

"A little. I'm only scared of you physically, a little. I've been in an abusive relationship and the worst thing is not knowing what kind of mood he's going to come home in. I'm not suggesting that you have moods, but with the rage that I saw you take out on Parker I know that you have it in you and with…" she trailed on. "I just, can't and won't go through that again. I'm fifteen! I don't have it in me! Granted I'm almost sixteen, but still." She paused for a moment and looked away from him. This time he didn't stop her. He let go of her hands and put them down at her side. "The thing that scares me the most, is what you feelings you create inside of me."

He smiled a little triumphant smile and she looked at him and said, "Not those kind of feelings."

He chuckled and let her go back to her serious tone and emotional revelation.

"I mean, the feelings of lust and passion and desire and need, scare me. I've never felt like I need to depend on someone and with the stirring in my stomach every time I'm near you, I feel like running in your arms and letting you intensify those feelings and running away as fast as I can because of what those feelings cause,"

"What do those feelings cause?" He asked her honestly interested and intrigued with her.

"Heart-ache, pain, loneliness. Three things that I've lived with for the past three years that I can't seem to get past." She said as she looked back up in his eyes.

Taking her in his arms, he held onto her as tightly as he could, but not wanting to hurt her. Hurting her was the last thing he ever wanted to do to her. She had already been through so much in her short life, and so many of it was filled with pain and death and heart-ache. He didn't want to do anything that might cause her pain, if anything he wanted to make it subside.

"It's okay baby. I'm right here. You can trust me. I won't ever hurt you. I'm sorry that I scared you earlier with my behavior. I'm not used to having these kinds of feelings either, but I think that if you're willing and I'm willing to try and work on that, then we both can try and be happy together. So what do you say? Are you brave enough?" he asked as he held out his hand for her to take.

She looked up at him and she thought about what he was proposing. It was no doubt. She looked at his beautiful hand, the hand of a god and a small smile came upon her face as she put her hand inside of his and accepted his idea.

Pulling her up in his arms he kissed her fiercely and decided that he'd take her home and show her just how much pleasure and not pain they could have together.

TBC…