Chapter 12
After Buffy left Angelus hanging there, he picked up the phone and dialed a very familiar number. The voice he wanted picked up and told them to come to the apartment. He hung up and got out of bed to wait by the door. He had to make sure that Buffy hadn't locked the door.
As he waited patiently for a few minutes, he finally heard a knock on the door. He smirked to himself and opened the pasty white door to reveal a very attractive woman with long dark hair and was wearing a trench coat.
"Hey baby," she purred as she stepped inside the apartment.
He pulled her to him and pressed his lips hard against her in a punishing force. He shut the door so not to be seen by neighbors or unsuspecting people that he knew. He pushed the beautiful woman up on the door and pinned her with his hands on her waist.
She ran her beautifully manicured hands down his soft, bare skinned back. She knew where his tattoo was and her hands roamed over it as she moaned in his mouth. He was the best lover she'd ever had and she had been with plenty lovers before. He really knew how to please a woman, that's why whenever he called, she'd be there in no time.
"Where's the little woman?" she asked him in between kisses as he molested her neck. "Fluffy or whatever her name is,"
When she mentioned Buffy, or tried to anyway, he immediately tensed up and pushed her harder against the door way. He slammed her shoulders into the hard wood and put his face centimeters from hers and growled out, "Don't ever mention her,"
She wasn't intimidated. Angelus was by no means a softy, but unless you asked for it, he was usually gentle in bed. He'd teach the divine pleasures and pains of having sex, but after the class was done, he wouldn't do anything unless the female wanted it, whether they knew it or not.
Knowing to keep her mouth shut, not wanting to risk anything with him, she focused more on his tongue pressing his way inside of her mouth and on her neck and on her chest. Angelus was the devil incarnate at times with the mouth of a god. His hands moved up her stomach and slowly past her breasts before he stopped them at her neck. Ever so gently he squeezed.
"You ever mention this to Buffy, I will make your death last for days on end and you know how I can too," he eyes pierced hers with a menacing glare so frightening she was sure that hell demons alike would have run off pissing their pants.
Quickly she nodded her head up and down. As he let his hand go from her neck a small tear escaped her sparkling brown eyes with a tint of purple eye shadow on the lids. Going back to her mouth, Angelus dueled with her tongue and ultimately dominated her. He grabbed the jacket she was wearing and tore it off of her in one quick motion. The skimpy little black tank top she had on with lace and little sequins at the top came next. He was extremely pleased to see that she hadn't been wearing a bra.
With her bare chest exposed and her unashamed, he undid her jeans in a flick of his thumb and index finger and pushed them down to reveal her matching black panties. He looked at her with a new found lust and bit his lip ever so gently. This was going to be so much fun.
With a twinkle in his eye, he moved his hand inside of her pants and pushed her underwear aside so he'd have access to her incredibly wet core. He slipped two digits in, knowing he could fit three, but waited to add the last one. He pumped his hand in and out of her with a fast steady pace bringing her so close to the brink and then backing off. Finally after he couldn't take it anymore, he added the third digit and manipulated her clit ever so gently squeezing it just a little bit more and then stopped. He loved to torture them.
He replaced his hand with his raging erection and slipped in with ease. He thrust in and out of her with the same fast pace as his hand was, and then finally brought her to the climax she'd been panting for, for the last few minutes. Her orgasm triggered his as he came inside of her.
Grunting with pleasure, he rested his head against the door and felt like he had just done acid. He was so sated he couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down. All he knew was that as much as that was great sex, he'd had better with Buffy. Pulling himself out of her, he grabbed a pair of boxers that were laying on the floor and put them on.
As he walked away from her she heard a faint, "Thanks Cor," come from his beautiful lips that she wished could kiss her forever. She envied Buffy that much. He fucked Buffy every night, had his cock inside of her, kissed her with passion, Buffy gave him blowjobs. It wasn't fair! However, she knew about his other life, the darker, illegal, mafia side of his life that she was positive Buffy didn't know about.
She zipped her pants back up and grabbed her shirt that he had tossed on the table. She didn't even bother to put it on, she just put on her jacket and left the apartment. She ran downstairs and left the building knowing that if they got caught or if she talked, there is no place they wouldn't find her.
In the apartment, Angelus took a quick shower and thought about what he wanted to do for Buffy's birthday. It had to be special and it had to show her that he cared for her. He SO wasn't about to utter the words, "I love you" but he did care for the girl, more then he had ever cared for any other woman in his life. Besides Fred that is. She was a sister, she didn't count though.
He dressed in casual clothes, not wanting to make an appearance and he drove to the jewelry store, hell bent on buying her the perfect gift.
Buffy was just sitting down in the mall with Willow. They had stopped to eat a pretzel. Buffy was starving and needed something in her stomach. It had started to make funny gurgly noises, so Buffy took that as her cue to eat something.
The two girls shared a Diet Coke as they picked at their pretzels in happiness and chit-chatted. Willow filled Buffy in on how everyone was doing, especially Xander. She missed Xander so much, he always knew how to make her laugh, but he was one for black and white areas, not gray. Willow wasn't as black and white as Xander was, but Buffy had cut her out of her life to avoid anymore pain or judgment so things didn't lead to good places.
They smiled at one another in a friendly manner and continued to eat in silence. As they were looking in Victoria's Secret, Willow couldn't stop herself and blatantly asked Buffy, "Are you still a virgin?"
Buffy, while not surprised at the question so much as Willow taking that bold of a move and asking her flat out. In the middle of Victoria's Secret no less.
Instantly Willow was apologetic. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that,"
I put the Angel bra I was looking at for the irony, and then I was about to answer her, when she said, "Are you?" The guilty look still on her face, but she felt she needed to ask, and it's not like I was ashamed. After all that I had been through and done and seen, I was amazed I had gotten myself to fifteen instead of thirteen. It hadn't been like she was in her early fifteen either, she had almost been sixteen. From what she had heard, fifteen was practically common nowadays.
She looked at Willow with honest emerald eyes and said, "No, I'm not. Angelus was my first two months ago. I'm not ashamed because he's someone that I can picture myself with in five years, ten years. I see myself with Angelus for a long time."
"Do you love him?" she asked intrigued. She had missed gossiping with someone at school about girlie things. Xander had talked to her things regarding his girlfriend Anya, but it just wasn't the same. He wouldn't understand half the stuff that Buffy would.
Buffy blushed at the question. She really didn't know. "I think I'm falling in love with him," she admitted.
With a smile on her face with her admitting and realizing that she was indeed falling in love with him, she and Willow continued to roam the mall for another hour with Buffy having a grin on her face the entire time.
TBC…
