Chapter 11

Two months later, Angelus and Buffy were sleeping together in their apartment. Angelus had woken first and since she had been living with him, he felt like he needed to make sure that this wasn't all a dream and he watched her sleep sometimes. The pure innocence of her, despite how she was when they were making love, entrapped him. The rise and fall of her bare chest, the sleepless moves of her head and then when she moved and she faced him still snuggled in his arms.

It was in those moments when Angelus allowed himself to love her. He simply couldn't stop himself. He loved everything about her; not just that dealt with sex. He loved her intelligence, he loved her humor, he loved her ability to take care of herself, he loved her passion, he loved her laugh and mostly he loved that she was with him and allowed herself to be with him freely.

Since that night months ago, when Buffy confessed her true feelings, she hadn't been anything but completely honest with him. When she was a little scared of something he did or how he acted, she told him and he didn't want to say that he obeyed, but he thought about it and stopped. He wouldn't admit that he loved her, but he didn't want to lose her. He couldn't lose her. His life consisted of nothing but death and ugliness and she was the liveliest and beautiful person he had ever met.

As she was facing him, he put his right hand on her thigh and slowly moved it to her bare back and ran it up and down her spine. He softly placed butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulder to wake her up. He was pleased when he saw her start to stir. He smirked to himself and carried on his task.

She awoke to her lover doing what he did best, making love to her body. Her eyes gently fluttered open and he looked deep into the sparkling sapphires in her eyes. She looked at him and smiled a small smile to him.

He moved from her neck and leaned his head down on her lips. The kiss was filled with lust and unfulfilled need. She was surprised there was no domination; it was just quick and heavy with desire. Their tongues dueled in an endless battle as he broke the kiss so they could breathe. Kissing her was so intoxicating he felt like if he didn't need air, he could kiss her forever.

"Morning," his deep, rumbling voice greeted her.

She ran her hands through his ruffled chocolate brown hair and placed her hand on his cheek. She gazed lovingly to him and smiled, "Morning to you too,"

"How did you sleep?" He asked her as he fiddled with the sheet between his fingers.

"Wonderfully," she said with a happy grin on her face. Her face was lit like a little girl who was seeing her first Christmas Tree. She wasn't usually so happy go lucky in the morning, he wondered what was up.

"Wh-" He didn't get a chance to ask her before she was out of the bed and out of his arms. She was in the bathroom and in the shower before he even knew what happened. Pulling the covers off of his naked body he made his way into the bathroom that was slowly rising with steam.

He pulled the curtain back and entered the shower with her.

"Where did you go back there?" he asked her as he kissed the back of her wet neck and his hardness pressed into her back. "I wanted us to stay in bed and make love all day." Since they had moved in together and taken a more serious turn in their relationship, he had refused that she work; at least for Gunn. He didn't mind it if she worked, she was used to it, but no woman of his was going to be a strip cage dancer while she was with him.

She moaned at the feeling he was causing but she knew better. Today was a very special day and she wanted to see if he remembered. She wasn't sure, but she hoped that he did. It would really put a showing to his feelings for her if he did.

She turned around to face him and instantly his mouth was on hers and he had lifted her up against the wall. They still were making love with their mouths as he entered her wet core with ease. They stopped kissing and he let her get accustomed to his size. He was so big, but it was almost like he was made just for her, he fit her so tightly and so perfect.

He began his thrusts slow, tormenting her and finally, she couldn't take it anymore and she whimpered. This was one of his favorite games that he liked to play. It was the "let's get Buffy to talk dirty" game. She didn't mind it, but sometimes she just didn't want to talk, she just wanted to feel. But she felt that because he was willing to try and do things for her, she had to do the same, and this was where she found the best way to do that.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" he asked her as he lightly bit her ear. Her breath heightened when he did that. It was her weak spot and he knew it.

She bit her lip and she moaned, "Harder,"

He smirked and he thrust into her harder causing her to yelp a little in surprise, but then saw the look of pleasure on her face after. He kept his pace and soon he was close to his climax. Wanting to feel her come around him, he manipulated her clit and shot her into her orgasm, which triggered his.

Both feeling sated, he set her back down and steadied her on her wobbly legs. She washed her hair as Angelus washed her back and she did the same. Every time she washed his back, she gave a tiny kiss to her beautiful tattoo on his right shoulder blade. It was a Celtic griffin with a letter "A" in between its feet. She knew what the A stood for, that was obvious, but it was something about the ancient bird that just fit him. She couldn't really describe it.

After their shower, and after they managed to get dressed somehow without a tumble in the sheets, Angelus made her breakfast. As the pancakes were cooking, she ran to the bathroom real quick.

He hadn't even realized that while they were in the shower, someone called. He pressed play on the answering machine and heard a woman's voice he hadn't ever heard before.

"Hey Buffy, it's me, just wanted to make sure we were still on for your birthday shopping like we do every year, if not, give me a call on my cell and I'll see ya at around three." The messaged ended.

"Oh fuck," he cursed to himself. That's why she had been so happy this morning. It was her sixteenth birthday. Granted she wasn't legal to be with him, that was still two years away, but as long as everyone understood that he wasn't forcing her to be with him, no one really seemed to mind. His "friends" noticed a difference in him, but it was a good difference.

She came out of the bathroom and smiled at him. He had this dumb look on his face and she wondered, "What?"

He shook himself out of his forgotten shock and tried to play it as best he could. He knew this was important to her, and if he didn't say anything or do anything today, he knew it was crush her and any chance of her being with him for real. He thought about it for a moment and decided that playing the "surprise dinner" was the best way to handle it.

He shook his head and went back to his pancakes and told her, "It's nothing,"

"Oh," she said a little disappointedly.

He leaned over and kissed her lovingly as he went back to work at his task at hand. She didn't say anything. Instead she let it sit inside of her and fester. She smiled back at him and waited patiently for her breakfast.

As one thirty rolled around, Buffy started getting ready to go out with Willow. She was in their room, jamming to Accidentally in Love by the Counting Crows, when Angelus walked in and wrapped his arms around her waist. He started kissing her neck and asked her, "Where are you going?" Even though he knew the answer, he wanted to see what she would tell him.

"Just going shopping, thought I'd go out and spend some time outside. It's a beautiful day and all," she told him half honestly. She was going shopping, she just left the "Willow" part out of it.

"Mind if I tag along?" he asked her with his lips so close to her sensitive spot. If he went there, she wouldn't be able to meet Willow at two. He was playing her and she knew it.

She tried to move her head to the side and told him, "Actually, no offense, but I just feel like going solo. Need to think about stuff,"

She pushed herself out of his embrace and went about putting on her shirt. He had caught her in only her bra and pants. She walked to the closet and he fell on the bed, staring at her beautiful body that he wanted to ravage for all time. She put on her blood red tank top and matching shoes. She sat on the bed next to him and ran her hand over his, stroking it ever so gently.

"Hey," she said with a happy smile. "I'll be back in a little while, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, go on about your day, just let me stay here, all alone," he said as he tried to guilt trip her.

"You could call Fred," she suggested as she kissed him on the cheek and tried to make a break for it. He caught her hand before she could get any farther then his arm length and pulled her back down. He attacked her mouth with fierce lust, his arousal evident as it pressed into her side. She had to get out of there if she wanted to be on time with Willow. The red-head and her had only opened up lines for communication a month ago, she didn't want to do anything that might destroy that already.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear.

She pushed him off of her and she looked at his sad puppy-dog face, with his huge eyes and his head down, and his lip pouting ever so slightly. Under normal circumstances she would crumble in an instant. Today was different. Today she didn't have a choice but to leave.

"I'll be back in a few hours, I have my cell phone if you wanna give me a call," she said with a wink and was walking out the door. Her tight little ass wiggled in the air as she shook it just to tempt him and kill him slowly. She loved being evil, it was so fun.

Once she was out of his sight, he looked down at his raging erection and could only think, "She is gonna kill me."

TBC…