"Mahal"
By: Lynn
DISCLAIMERS: Making it short...NOT MINE!
SUMMARY: AU; Just another story where everybody's human and Angel, Oz, and Xander are the new students in school.
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BETA READER: Ashley Russo (last parts un-beta¡¦ed)
Part 18
Buffy sighed as Angel brushed his lips behind her ear. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her arms tightening around his that were wrapped around her waist. The two were laid out on one of the black couches in the Roarke's sitting room basking in each other's prescence. Right after school, Buffy and Angel had collapsed on the comfortable chair and fell asleep. It was two hours later, and they still had no desire to move.
"We have to move eventually you know that right?" Buffy stated, tilting her head up a bit to look at Angel lying behind her.
"Nope," was Angel's simple answer, trying to bring her closer to him even though their bodies were practically already meshed together.
"Well we have to whether you like it or not. Everybody's going to Impulsion tonight and they'll kill us if we don't go." Impulsion was a dance club in the outskirts of Sunnydale. It was edgier and more mature than the Bronze and even though it was an eighteen and over club, Spike and his handy dandy connections could get the portion of the group who hadn't become legal yet, in without any questions.
"I'd like to see them try," Angel said. "Besides, why go to a loud and crowded club when you can have this." He started nibbling her neck, causing Buffy to moan. He worked his way up her jawline and positioned himself so he was hovering over her, and then kissed her with enough passion to convince her not to leave their peaceful environment.
When they parted, Buffy smiled up at him and caressed his smooth cheek. "Hmm... We still have to go." Angel inwardly pouted, she was being just as stubborn as his mother.
"No," he firmly replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes," she made the same expression, inching her face closer, Angel doing the same when he answered.
"No."
"Yes."
"No." At this point, their foreheads were firmly pressed together.
"What happens if we get leg cramps," she challenged, playing with the sleeve of his gray t-shirt.
"Oh, see, I have the perfect solution for that," he brought on a seductive gleam in his eye.
"And what would that be?"
He leaned his lips closer to hers and watched as her green eyes fluttered shut, anticipating his wonderful kisses.
"This," he whispered when he was about a centimeter away from her sweet lips. Her eyes shot open and she let out a loud scream when his hands went into an unexpected place.
His fingers moved in wild abandon against her sides and stomach, receiving shrieks of laughter from his girlfriend, he laughing along with her, having the joy of tickling her.
Laughter and squeals filled the room as Buffy struggled and pleaded for Angel to stop his torture, but it was to no avail. Along with the tickling, Angel started to attack her neck and made playful snarling noises, causing Buffy's attempt to push him off of her to become harder, her continuous laughter making her become weaker.
After Angel finally decided to have mercy on her and stopped, their laughter died down, and Buffy wiped the tears from her eyes.
She kissed his forehead lovingly before saying, "Torture me all you want, we're still going."
Angel and groaned and growled at the same time, burying his face into her shoulder, "Woman, you are stubborn," he lifted his head to look at her, a look of mischief in his eyes, "It's one of the many quirks I love about you."
Buffy pretended to be shocked, "Quirks? I thought you said I was perfect."
Angel chuckled, "I lied."
She gasped and swatted him on the shoulder as he settled himself behind her again.
"You're more than perfect," he whispered in her ear sincerely, earning him a bright smile.
"I love you," Buffy declared softly, and intertwined her hands with the ones resting on her stomach.
"I love you, too," he said in return. Both of them felt warmth spread over them, feeling the truthfulness of their declarations.
A few moments later, they heard the approaching footsteps of someone passing by the sitting room. They both looked up and saw Jessica sadly shuffling by, a desolate expression on her face. She was hugging one of her pillows from her room tightly to her chest, and was also holding a half-eaten king sized Kit Kat bar in her hands. It was painfully obvious that something was plaguing her mind.
"Hey Jess," Buffy greeted the younger teenager.
Catching the girl's attention, she paused in her slow walk to look up at the couple before her. She slightly smiled and gave them a small wave that lacked her usual enthusiasm before returning to her walk through the house.
"Is she okay," Buffy asked her boyfriend, watching as the usually optimistic girl walked away.
Angel sighed, "I don't know. She's been like that ever since we came home from school yesterday, and she won't tell us anything."
"Well, you know, she's living with a houseful of men at the moment, maybe she has her period and she's uncomfortable with telling you."
He shook his head, "No, we would know if she had her... thing. She would be talking or yelling non- stop no matter what her mood is. She's crazy when she has her... thing." Buffy had to smile at how Angel was so uncomfortable with saying period, it was cute. "So, um, you think you can-"
"Talk to Dawn when I get home," she finished for him, craning her neck to look into his brown eyes. "Sure."
"Thanks Babe." He kissed her cheek in total gratitude and love.
"Speaking of home...," Buffy rose up from the couch and Angel's arms, much to his dismay, "I have to go back now. Mom's been on this whole 'family togetherness at the dinner table' trip. I think she's been watching a wee bit too much Nick-At-Nite."
Angel stood up and sighed over-dramatically, "Fine. If you have to."
"I do," Buffy said, holding onto his hand as he escorted her to the door.
"Remember to pick me up at 8:30," she reminded him when they got to the now open front door.
"Right." They shared a long goodbye kiss before Angel finally let her go, both immediately missing each other as soon as Angel shut the door behind him.
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As Angel walked to his room towards the end of the hall, he paused in front of his sister's room next door to his. He knocked lightly and when he got no response, he slowly pushed the slightly open door.
His dark eyes came to rest upon Jessica lying on her stomach, her cheek resting against her soft purple sheets of her daybed. Her left arm dangled off the edge of the bed, tracing non-existent patterns on the wooden floor. He could hear her softly singing as she stared at her hand skimming the floor as if she were playing with water, and he felt a pang in his heart. The song was "Once Upon a Dream" from Sleeping Beauty, the song that their dad used to sing to only her when she was upset.
"Jess," he called out to her, making his presence known, interrupting her song.
Keeping her eyes focused on the floor, Jessica responded with, "If you're going to ask me if I'm okay, Oz already beat you to it. As did Xander, Connor, and Lorne, so you're pretty much covered. So bye."
Angel took a step forward into her purple-themed room, "But-," he started to argue, but was cut off when Jessica sternly said, "No."
"I just-"
"No."
"Jessica-" This time, he was interrupted when his sister grabbed a remote that was by her side and pushed a button to have the energetic sounds of her favorite band, Hoobastank, blasting from her speakers, effectively drowning him out with the loud rock music.
Knowing she wasn't going to let up any time soon, Angel stared at his sullen sister for a moment before continuing his journey back to his room. The thought that there were too many stubborn women in his life lingered in his head.
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"Spike, are you sure you can get us in?" Buffy questioned her platinum blonde cousin, noticing the extremely long line in front of Impulsion.
"He better get us in," Cordelia sniped, "I bought this dress especially for tonight, and if I don't get to show it off, then some heads are gonna roll. Capice Billy Idol?"
Xander squeezed her shoulders, "You can wear it at the Bronze, Honey," he said, trying to be soothing. From the look on her face, he had said the wrong thing.
"Ugh, I don't think so. This is Versace."
"Right." He didn't know what else to say. All her dresses looked the same to him, short and low-cut.
"I'll get us in," Spike said firmly, "Just follow me." He walked passed the line, the other twelve trailing behind him. When they got to the door, Spike exchanged a friendly conversation with the large bouncer, shook his hand, slipping him a few bills in the process. The butched up man waved the group in, making the antsy people who had to wait in line forever groan and yell in anger.
As soon as they entered the huge club, they felt the heat coming off of the bunched up people. A fancy set up of laser, strobe, and other dance lights lit up the dance floor; the tables and the bar had a dim, soft glow of lights.
"I don't see how it's any different from the Bronze," Angel yelled over the loud mix of music, ever the negative one.
He felt Buffy grip his arms that held her tightly about the waist. He looked down at his blonde beauty and leaned in closer to hear her better.
"Shh Baby," Buffy said into his ear, "Just enjoy it." She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before leading everybody through the packed club to find a booth big enough to fit their large group.
As the night progressed, the teenagers found themselves having more and more fun each minute. It was the first night the group met Sam and Wesley, Riley and Fred's new honeys, and they welcomed them with open arms. Everybody loved Sam, they couldn't help but not to. She was a very sweet girl filled with lots of energy. She and Riley made such a sweet couple. Surprisingly enough, Wesley and Gunn got along very well, considering Gunn and Fred's past. Wesley was a very bookish person, but seemed to loosen up and showed off some dance moves cheesier than Xander's. He was from England and Buffy was instantly reminded of her own father, he would probably be like the son Giles' never had. Besides his nerdy side, Wesley was rugged looking with a cool demeanor, his blue eyes shined of gentleness and generosity. He was a perfect fit for Fred.
Buffy and Angel were caught up in a heated embrace, unmindful of the surroundings. That was until Buffy abruptly pulled away from her boyfriend's lips with a gasp and a huge smile on her face. Angel stared at her incredulously for a moment before trying to lean back into her. Buffy again pulled away and jumped up from his lap.
"I love this song," she exclaimed with much enthusiasm. She then continued to drag her unwilling partner off to the dance floor.
/It's so hot in here
Oh, it's so hot and I need some air
And boy, don't stop 'cause I'm half way there
It's not complicated, we're just syncopated
We can read each other's minds
One love united
Two bodies synchronizing
Don't even need to touch me
Baby, just/
Angel really didn't want to end their earlier activities, so he tried his best to put up a fight and bring her back to the booth to resume where they left off, but Buffy was relentless.
As soon as they reached the crowded dance floor, Buffy turned in his arms and rolled and grinded herself into his body, moving her hips to the beat of the music. Not able to resist his love, Angel rested his large hands on her hips and moved with her, the deprived smoochies being quickly made up for.
/Breathe on me, yeah, oh
Baby just, breathe on me
We don't need to touch, just
Breathe, oh, yeah
Oh, this is way beyond the physical
Tonight, my senses don't make sense at all
Our imagination, taking us to places
We have never been before
Take me in, let it out
Don't even need to touch me
Baby, just/
The feeling of Angel's hands on her body made her feel a rush of heat go through her and it certainly wasn't the heat she already felt from the bodies crammed altogether. She knew he felt it, too, for she could feel the evidence pressing against her back. Her cheeks flushed with a mix from two different emotions, one overruling the other. She knew then that she wanted to experience more.
She turned around to face him. Staring into each other's eyes, they seemed to have a silent conversation while the danced. Angel understood what Buffy wanted and was ready for through her pretty now hazel eyes. When she nodded her head in affirmation, he gently gripped her hand and lead her off the dance floor to find their party and tell them they were heading off and to ask Willow to cover up for Buffy.
/Breathe on me, yeah, oh baby
Just, breathe on me
We don't need to tough, just
Breathe (breathe) on (on) me (me), oh baby
Just, breathe (breathe) on (on) me (me)
We don't need to touch
Just breathe
Monogamy is the way to go
Just put your lips together and blow
Breathe, breathe, oh/
Angel and Buffy made a silent trek up to his room through the darkened house, walking on tiptoes so they wouldn't wake a snoring Lorne passed out on one of the couches.
/Breathe on me (oh, oh) oh
Baby just, breathe on me (on me)
We don't need to touch just/
Angel quietly closed his bedroom door behind him and locked it, knowing that some of the occupants of the house didn't know of the concept called knocking.
He slowly approached his girlfriend, caught up in her trance. He carefully traced the remarkable features of her face, her lips kissing his fingertips when they passed. He gently pulled her to him and captured her lips in a slow, sensual kiss, making sure she felt all of the love that radiated off of him and vice versa. Slowly and carefully, they peeled off each other's clothes, both caressing and kissing each new patch of skin revealed.
/Breathe (breathe) on (on) me (me) oh /
Several minutes later, Angel crawled over a heavily breathing Buffy. He smoothed a hand through her lovely golden hair and whispered "I love you," and she sincerely responded in kind. Buffy surrendered to his love and let her Angel take her to a whole new level she had never been before.
/Baby just, breathe (breathe) on (on) me (me)
We don't need to touch, just... /
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Sometime during the late hours of the night, a strange thumping sound roused Jessica from a peaceful sleep. She blearily looked at the wall her bed lay against, the sound seemed to come from Angel's room.
"Oh God," she groaned from being woken up, rubbing her tired eyes, wondering what her brother was doing.
When muffled female voice repeated what she had just said, Jessica's eyes widened and she quickly propped herself on her elbows.
'Either they're doing what I think they're doing, which is so ew,' she thought, 'or Buffy and Angel had found the faith in God and are now having an intense prayer session.' Dear God she hoped it was the latter, knowing full well it wasn't.
Her hopes were shattered when she heard Buffy yelling in ecstacy, "Harder Angel! Harder," and the thumping on the wall became a bit louder. Jessica's face scrunched up in horror and disgust and she scrambled to get out of the bed and away from the wall she shared with Angel.
She quickly stumbled to the sliding door that lead her to Connor's connected room, making sure the door was securely shut behind her, blocking out any sounds that leaked into her room. Satisfied that she only heard Connor's soft snoring, she went to his bed and nudged his sprawled out body.
After a few more nudges, Connor finally lifted his head from his pillow, his eyes squinted so he can see through the cloudiness of sleep and darkness. Seeing that the figure before him was his twin sister, he grumpily snapped at her, "What?"
"Move, I wanna sleep here."
"Why?"
"Listen," she instructed, and cracked open the sliding door just a crack, knowing that Connor had a freakishly good sense of hearing. Connor sucked his teeth angrily, but stilled for a moment and perked his ears. Hearing groans and moans, he visibly shuddered and mumbled an "Ew" before burrowing his head back into his pillow and scooting over to allow his sister to sleep beside him.
TBC…