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9. Yummy to Eat

The men and Tara arrived back at camp just as the village was awakening to the morning sun. Xander looked at the colorful sky, it's dusty canvas painted on the crystal blue back ground was by far one of the most enchanting sights he had ever seen. It was a shame that these people had to live in fear of their home being taken away each day, and that they just couldn't be left to peace in the serenity of their island.

Xander had became increasingly interested in the culture that expanded before him. 'Right now I would probably be sleeping, maybe chowing down on some cereal in the basement if I was home.'

These people didn't have those luxuries, they had already started opening their small business-like huts, and preparing the food for the feast later. Xander had agreed to go on the hunt today, and although he was not really fond of killing animals, it would be a chance to explore the way that they had to live.

"Oz, coming on the hunt later?" he asked, sending a wary glance at his monosyllabic friend. 'He seems less chatty then usual' he thought concerned.

"I don't know." he answered, his mouth may not have said much but Xander could tell that his mind was working a million words per minute.

"What's wrong?" he questioned knowingly.

Ox smiled at his friend's perceptiveness of his low mood. "I think we broke up." he sadly stated, knowing that Xander would be shocked him and Willow had separated, and shocked he was. 'What?? They were so.... perfect for each other! Poor Oz, poor Willow!' he sympathized.

"Why?" he asked perplexed at the reasons the two love birds would abandon their happy nest.

"I shouldn't say... she should tell you." was his noble response. The images of her in the coy women's arms still battering his broken subconscious. 'There was something about her though...' his mind trailed, his thoughts threatening to become too intense for even his usual introspective tastes.

"Oh... that bad?" Xander exclaimed. Oz only nodded his head somberly, the tears threatening to spill.





Lindsey McDonald was the picture of professionalism. He was leaning back in his plush leather chair, drinking his usual black coffee while trying to keep from spilling any on his expensive Armani suite.

Sighing he went about his daily work, for the esteemed Wolfram & Hart law-firm. He had just made junior executive, and wanted to impress the senior partners, by landing the Makakii island to the world's beautiful touring spots list. There was only one... or shall I say four problems. Those measly young adults trying to play savior, working for those 'charitable' causes. 'Who wants to give when you can take instead' he thought wickedly.

Yes, he was definitely going to have to do something about those pesky thorns in his tailored side. 'First my case here' he thought exhausted. Pulling out the plain vanilla folder he read through the given information.

Darla Walsh-

Caucasian female

22 years old

Daughter of the prestigious socialite Maggie Walsh, and sole heir to her families's abundant corporate fortune.

Sentenced to San Francisco State Correctional Facility for Association to Rape in the first degree. 10-15 years with out option of probation.

'Just another rich girl, looking for a way out, and that's what I will do... it is after all my job.' he paused looking intently at the next line... a plan formed inside his head.

Assailant's name was Buffy Summers

'Two birds, one stone' he smiled.



'Oh shit' Angelus repeated to himself, watching as she awoke to smile at him warmly. "How do you feel?" 'Whoa de`su vew' images of the erotic dream streamed to his head, 'and I'm not talking about the one connected to my neck'

Alas; this wouldn't be like his fantasy. He wasn't going to take her little hand and place it on his already straining erection, then he wasn't going to whisper sexy nothings in her ear. 'And it's too fucking bad!' he thought grumpily, wanting so much for her to ease the seemingly never-ending ache that was his groin.

"Angelus?" she said, waving that delicate hand in front of his lost face. Snapping out of it, and back to his earlier anxieties, Angelus answered her, "It feels better."



Buffy was wondering why he sounded so strange, when out of the corner of her eye she saw it. The sheet was soaked with a milky substance, that she knew was exactly what she thought it was!! Her eyes turned impossibly huger when she noticed that not only was their a wet spot, but that the sheet was being tented by his... 'his thingy!'

Angelus saw her wide eyes when she looked back up at him, a fine blush had covered her entire body, almost crimson-like. She tried unsuccessfully to speak, but only seemed to encounter a large lump that felt permanently fixed inside her throat. Finally after a few long moments of awkward silence, she stuttered, "good dream?" Of course when she asked her coy question, her naivete had not for a second allowed her to think that the dream could have possibly been about her.

Angelus choked back a groan at her innocence, 'I do not like her' he tried to remind himself, yet to his own chagrin he shamelessly flirted back, "You could say that..." he leered, raking ravenous eyes wantonly over her seductive figure.

Buffy was pretty sure she had just stoked 'He did just say? No he couldn't have been... but he implied that... I'm sure he is just playing with me' he assured herself, unconsiously covering her body more with the minimal white satin sheet. "Um... do you want.. I meen are you hungry?" she asked quickly, her voice unsteady, and surprisingly husky.

'Oh.. Trust me I want something' Angelus smirked, 'so she's just going to avoid my answer like I didn't say anything... I don't think so.' "Starving..." he purred, his heated gaze dropping to her sheet and panty covered sex.

'Oh my lord, he... he... why??' her mind rumbled, while she unknowingly licked her dry lips. 'The only dry thing on you' she snorted to herself.

Angelus looked longingly as her small tongue licked the fullness of her flesh, 'I wonder what that tongue would feel like in my mouth, licking down my chest, sucking on my... he tried to stop there, he really did... but his mind wouldn't halt the provocative flowing images. 'Her hot tongue laving at his balls, sucking on all his thick length...'

Buffy was shocked when she felt his masculine hand on her thigh, rubbing the skin their teasingly. 'He can't want... no, no, no' was her litany, trying to block out the risque thought that her sex-starved body had in mind.

"I want..." he started to say 'I want you' when he was rudely cut off by her underwear clothed body leaping from the bed.

"You want breakfast, of course." she said skittishly, knowing but not believing that he wasn't going to say that. With one last glance at her could be lover she strode out, leaving Angelus to only stare salaciously at her departing bottom. Plagued with the lewd thoughts of his enemy, Angelus for the first time admitted rejection. 'She blew me off once, but I will have her' Uggg god dammit. 'I DON'T like her' he screamed at his mind, only to hear it's sarcastic laugh. 'Sure'



Tara smiled brilliantly while entering Willow's trailer. She was definitely overly excited for someone who had just been kid napped, that was for sure. Still knowing that she couldn't help the vibrant grin that seemingly lit up her face. 'I think she is the one...' Tara thought with a sincere hopefulness at seeing Willow's shocked expression..

"Your back!" Willow screeched, her body following its own path to the other young women. Hugging her with unrestrained joy, she hardly could contain the tears of happiness from streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm back," Tara choked out, slightly breathless from Willow's powerful hold, but unwilling to leave the sanctuary of her arms if only for oxygen. 'Who needs to breath when she is in my arms, she is life..' was Tara's romantic afterthought.

Willow finally left go of Tara's attractive nude figure. Running a hand through her dark locks, Willow looked endearingly into her sea eyes. 'Is this who I want to be with? Is this worth giving up what I have with Oz? I love Oz, but dammit if this isn't love too. Maybe we could all be together...' soon she stopped the wayward kinky thought.

Although it was not an unpleasant one to her mind, she knew Oz would never agree, or Tara. '..but maybe' Shaking her head, she returned to her 'girlfriend' smiling at the thought, she lovingly caressed Tara's lips in a soft kiss that quicky turned hotly enthusiastic.

Tara was again breathless when she looked back at Willow's face, 'this is the women I want to be with' was her final thought for a long time. Shutting the door from prying eyes the two women lost themselves in their new passion.



Cordelia paced in her hut, she needed a plan. No way would she allow herself to lose her man to that common person. She wasn't nieve she knew Angelus wasn't the faithful type, and even if she did succeed in capturing his hand, and therefor his royalty, she would never succeed in making him monogamous. 'He is a man and he has other needs, that I understand' Still she wouldn't allow this pesky fact to get in the way of her goal. 'Maybe if he actually fucks the little whore then he'll get her out of his system.'

Cordelia smiled wickedly at the thought, it had been a long time since she had to seduce a man, and she wasn't quite sure how to do it for someone else. 'But really how hard can it be?' she dead panned. Sighing happily she went about making some important arrangements for the night's events.



Xander walked briskly up to Willow's place, 'it is eating me up' he had to know why Will and Oz had broke it off. He didn't bother to knock, just strolled in stopping abruptly at the sight before him. 'Guess I know why they broke up' he though, still looking at the two entangled women with wide eyes.

'How could she do that to Oz, I meen this is his home too?' Xander questioned in his mind angrily, he loved Willow he really did, but he knew that his friends could make mistakes. 'I just never thought she would make one this big'

"Xander I can explain..." pleaded Willow, seeing her friend disapproving blaze.

"No need Wills, I think I get the picture." he condescendingly said. Shaking his head in utter disbelief, he finished. "I think I'll help Oz get his stuff later, he can stay with me." With one more pensive glance he left the trailer in a hurry. Tara gathered her lover in soft arms, trying to stop the trembling sobs. 'They'll never understand' Willow thought her cries of sadness still shaking her small form.





Buffy skirted nervously through the kitchen utensils. 'Oh my god, he was hitting on me, I meen he was hitting on me right? Maybe this is just a new type of torture he's cooked up just for me. Or maybe not, I meen we had a good conversation the other night and he did seem like he was going to kiss me, but I don't know. I just don't know' her mind ranted. She didn't see what he would want with a shy women like her anyway, she couldn't even get sexually near to a man without flinching since the incident, and anyway he had women like Cordelia and Faith to sate his need, or at least Willow had said.

She quickly put the pancake batter in the pan, 'I hope he likes pancakes, maybe I should make eggs or bacon, or all of them. Yeah I'll make all of them!' she decided, thankful for the extra time it would take her to prepare then. She grabbed out some butter, milk, eggs, bacon. Greasing both the pans she waited as the yellow stick melted slowly. 'I bet if I put the butter on Angelus it would do the same thing' she thought. Looking at him now, his handsome chiseled features she never thought she had seen a more handsome man. 'Then maybe I could lick the butter..' she stooped the arousing thoughts, not wanting to confuse her mind more then it already was.

Silently she prepared the rest of the meal, finding weird observations about the food that could remind her of Angelus. The pancakes milky alabaster batter, like the color of his skin, or the bacon's dark brown like his deep eyes, how the size of the humongous cucumber she had gotten out.... 'lets not go their again!' she had scolded herself. Shaking her head, as if it would somehow magically clear her mind she looked at the platter that lay in front of her. There was two pancakes with strawberry syrup covered waffles, a couple sunny side up eggs with toast. Some bacon, and sausage (she had later prepared) Some fruits she had cut up, including cucumbers, an assortment of berries apples, banana's and oranges all covered with chocolate syrup and a splurt of whip cream. It looked positively Martha Stuart, 'exactly what I was aiming for... not that I'm trying to spoil him or something' looking down at the colorful platter she amended, 'He was shot for me, at least he deserves a little pampering' Placating herself with that excuse she strode back into the bedroom.

'Oh my fucking god!!!' her mind screamed, as she almost dropped the plate.



Back in L.A. Lindsey McDonald had just finished talking with the beautiful Darla. Tomorrow

they had scheduled a court date that would start the appeal on her case. If they were lucky, 'which they would be' Pike would have magically disappeared by then and the only person that could say for certain that she had orchestrated the rape, would be out of the picture. Darla would win the case, and then she would help him out for his services. Smiling he went about scribbling the vindictive notes.



Loading the knife in his poncho, Spike set out with the others. He still couldn't understand why with all the shit that had hit the fan today, they were still having the bloody festivities. Drusilla had said something about the gods had known the stars were right, or some bull like that. 'Can that bloody women never make any sense' If it was possible she'd been even wackier after she's heard of her 'daddy's' injuries. He hated the dirty pet names she called the poofter, like he was gods gift or something. Growling Spike turned his attention back to the hunt, if it was one thing he loved it was the thrill of the chase.

Oz and Xander strode next to Spike, Ethan, Trick, Mr. Wilkins, and the King. They had been hunting in a comfortable silence for a while now, looking for the blessed boar to become tonight's dinner. Xander had caught up with Oz earlier explaining to him that he could live with him, because of the situation. In a very un-Oz like moment he had said that Willow could move her cheating ass out, why should he go through the inconvenience, it wasn't like he did something wrong!' To this Xander whole heartily agreed, so either Willow could beg Buffy to live with her or she'd be dirting it!'

Suddenly Xander was stopped by Spike's arm pointing towards the large pig, circling it they all rushed in. Xander choked back a sickening scream or from hurling as he watched the screeching animal get torn ruthlessly to death. 'I am never eating ham again' he decided, unable to keep his stomach down as the warm blood splashed on his face.



'Oh my fucking god!!!' Buffy's mind repeated again. She was pretty sure her mouth was hanging slack all the way to the ground, and that her eyes were so bulgy that she looked like a god damn emoticon, but at the moment she didn't care. Laying on her bed was the naked 'not like that is the change' man of her thoughts, and what was he doing? 'He's masturbating' her mind whispered, almost laughing at her own shock. It was true though, laying there with closed eyes was the most gorgeous man, his hand moving firmly down his cock in elegant sweeps. His head was back with pleasure, moaning incoherently. Suddenly she was staring into his perfect chocolate orbs again. "Uh... um... hi" she squeaked meekly, her face turning a deeper red then he had ever seen.

He laughed at the young girl, 'what I'm sure she just expects to give me fucking blue balls, and then leave me not so hanging' "wanna help?" he questioned, voice full with lust for the blond goddess

Buffy gulped, stuttering she answered, "uh....." her gaze dropping involuntarily to his swollen rod.

Seeing her conflict of emotions, Angelus stalked off the bed coming before her. Watching her dropped head he put a long finger under her soft chin, lifting her to his heated gaze. He was shocked to see the amount of fear and lust in her eyes, also an underlining innocence. Finally seeing the plate she held he smirked, "for me?" not waiting for her answer he grabbed a chocolate strawberry, and dipped it into his talented mouth. Their moans mingled, his at the taste, and her at the erotic display he presented.

Seeing a red drip run down his stubbled chin she liked her lips wantonly, stepping closer. Seeing her motion Angelus also moved, pressing their aroused bodies together. Breathing deeply, Buffy stood on her tip toes getting ready to lick the sweet nectar off his chin.

'Bang, Bang, Bang!' startled at the sound of the door, Buffy looked regretfully back at Angelus before going to answer the intrusion. Sighing Buffy seen a mass amount of people gathered, waiting to visit with their injured prince or friend. 'Maybe lover...' she thought jealously. Annoyed she let the people in, seeing that Angelus was bundled under fresh sheets, she had left, chomping voraciously on his meal. 'What I wouldn't give to be an egg right now'



The end of this part! Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

College is wearing on my energy, and it makes me happy and therefor more willing to write if I see people are enjoying the story, and waiting for the next part. I also wanted to ask your guy's opinion on how long I should make the story? Are people less apt to read it if it reaches a certain length? Personally I love long stories, but I wanted to see what you guys think!!! :)


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