Rotating herself around, Buffy balanced herself on her hands and knees in front of Angel, gently pressing her ass back against his hardness. She was already squirming from the contact, unsure she was going to survive a go around with this man but she wasn't about to turn him down either. Angel's warm hands came up to cup either side of her ass, slide up and over to her hips, leaning in slightly to make a path against the entire smoothness of her back, creating just the smallest dip along the way, then return to rest upon her hips, pulling her back even further.
Angel positioned himself at her entrance, but before he had the chance to ease inside her, she rolled her hips, enveloping him in one smooth motion. A sound he hadn't intended tore from deep inside him, digging his fingertips into her supple flesh, he silently commanded for her to hold on, he needed a minute to get control of himself, to adjust to the sensation of her rippling around him, but she was matching his every move. Her scorching walls fluttered around him, and for a second he was sure his balls were going to explode right then and there.
It didn't matter how tightly he held her against him, pulled her away, or tried to slow things down. From their position she was in control, and clearly seemed intent on reminding him of just that. "Easy, beautiful, you're gonna make me come," he said, falling against her, his lips brushing the slope of her spine. Amazed at how much his memory seemed to fail him, having forgotten how perfectly they had been carved, each of them designed with the other in mind.
She could feel herself rippling around the intrusion of his swollen shaft, fiercely clamping down. He had never been great at holding on like this, and she knew he probably needed a second, but her mind was no longer in control. Curling her feet around the backs of his knees, she pushed her ass against him as hard as she could manage. "Fuck me."
Memories of the first time he heard her utter such a thing, slammed through him. Most of the time she needed to be made love to, but every once in a while she craved for him to claim her, to remind both of them to whom she belonged. Forcing himself up, his gaze dropped to where they were joined together, pulling back, he watched his cock emerge from her silken depth until only a sliver of his head remained. Slamming against her, he gave up any chance of turning this into something slow, and gave in to the need she so desperately desired.
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His hands were everywhere, smoothing her back, leveraging against her shoulders, fingers reaching around to twist and pinch at her nipples, his cock keeping an impossible pace, a rhythm she was struggling to maintain. Collapsing against the bed, it was all she could do to hold on.
He was quickly becoming unhinged, pounding against her with a bruising force. A fire he could never have prepared for churned in the pit of his stomach, snaking one of his hands around her, he sought out her swollen bundle of nerves, he was nothing if not determined to bring her on this ride.
"I love you…" The words tore from her lips just before her vision blurred, the tunnel surrounding her exploded, and her veins filled with a hot flowing lava, reaching out her hands latched onto the rails of his headboard, and the only thing she could think was how she never wanted this to end.
His cock swelled as soon as he felt those first tremors rolling through, slamming against her with a ferocious pace, he tried to grit out the words he knew she was expecting to hear, but had no idea if they ever made it past his lips. That blaze he'd been tampering down transformed into a blazing inferno, everything flew away and all he could focus on were the spasms of his cock, and his contents milking her insides.
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Instead of pulling out of her, he fell to her side, pulling her back against him nowhere near ready to let her go.
Her hand wrapped around them, finding its way around his neck, her fingers scratching through his short hairs. "Mmm… Can we just stay exactly like this until it's time to go home?"
The small act wasn't lost on her, around the time he had more or less convinced her to let fate take its course, he mentioned reading some article about ways to increase your chances of conceiving. She had no idea if there was any truth to it, but ever since then he had always tried to stay inside of her for as long as their bodies would allow. Which more often than not resulted in the stirrings of a whole new round.
"You tryin' to top our record?" he asked, a small chuckle breathlessly escaping him as he pressed his lips to the top of her hair.
Despite the world only just coming back into view, he couldn't help but explore all the curves their current position offered. Weighing her soft mounds, teasing her nipples, trailing down further until his finger slipped back between her swollen folds, circling around her clit, taunting the sensitive flesh, feeling his own self growing and expanding still surrounded by her slick walls.
This damn man was going to be the death of her, she figured they were in for a time, but it usually took him at least a few minutes to recover in between. None of that seemed to be the case now however, even though she wasn't sure her body could take it she softly moved against him, raising one of her legs to lock around him, giving him a slightly better angle to move against her. He wasn't having it though, forcing her knee back down, returning to a teasingly slow pace.
Soft protest fell from her lips, objecting against the possibility that this was possible again. Though she already knew if there was a challenge he was ready to face, it was with her against herself. Loving to push her past the limits she would never otherwise dare contest.
"Angel, I can't-"
"You already are," he reminded her. His own hips finally moving against her causing a new series of soft moans to fill the air around them. She always protested, never believing she was capable of reaching the height again, it was nothing new, and it was most definitely not something he wasn't prepared for.
"But I won't be able to, not again…"
He couldn't help but smirk against her, even as she hissed the words, her body was telling him a different story. She wasn't moving with a purpose like the times before, but even when he stilled his motion, she couldn't seem to do the same.
"You have no idea how much I've missed this," he said, his voice coming out in barely more than a hushed whisper, dropping down to kiss her shoulder, up her neck, back below her ear. Knowing the effect his words could have. "There were nights when you were in my dreams, ones where I would wake up with my hand already around my cock... That was torture, knowing that no matter how badly I needed you, you weren't there. For the longest time I fought against the memories, almost feeling like I was violating you in some way. But then one night I had one of those dreams where you wake up and nothing in the world around you makes any sense, because the dream was the way it was supposed to be. I would have sworn you were there… it couldn't have been but a few weeks after you had taken off and was probably the first night since I had managed to even get a halfway decent amount of sleep in, though not without some help. And I was desperate, desperate to keep the feelings those dreams gave me alive, desperate for you... and I stopped fighting it. I let the memories take over and my very overactive imagination run as wild as it wanted because that was as close to having you again as I could get."
Buffy's small hands both managed their way to wrap around his wrist, her eyes falling shut.
"My mind got pretty good at tricking itself into almost believing it was you touching me when I was teetering the line between dreams and reality trying to scratch at me, And I just wanted to live there... I could almost forget life had fallen to pieces, I could almost believe you were really there with me. At times I could damn near swear I could feel the weight of you against me, or still taste you on my tongue. But it was never enough," he whispered.
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Buffy's fingers wrapped tighter around Angel's wrist as his words fell over her, drawing up images in her mind as he described getting himself off to memories of them together. She was sure some sort of guilt would catch up to her soon enough but right now all she could focus on was the picture of him with his hand pumping up and down his length imagining her.
And how for all their time apart that was the only way he'd chosen to deal with any sort of sexual need or desire...
The sensations he was creating slowly pumping in and out of her only helped aid in her little fantasy and made her breathing kick up a notch. With every beat of his heart, with every thrust back into her depths, she could feel every ridge, every vein, every angry throbbing pulse grow harder as he buried himself inside her.
She felt too hot, too wet, too close to being right back on the edge all over again. She had no idea how she was supposed to survive it, but all she wanted was for him to start going at her in reckless abandon once again, anything to satisfy the ache.
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Thankfully she didn't have too terribly long of a wait before Angel angled her a little more towards the bed for a little more leverage. One arm remained wrapped around her, the other temporarily left where it'd been happily teasing to take hold of her hip. Her thighs tried to squeeze together as he pounded into her, hard and fast, exactly how she was currently craving him to take her.
Right now, after everything they'd been through, all she wanted was him out of control with her. She wanted those years worth of pent up anger and need and sexual frustration. She wanted him to reclaim her in every fucking way he seemed fit to want to do.
As if reading her mind, she felt a slight tug of his teeth at her earlobe, then his voice growling out, almost as a threat, that she belonged to him.
She wasn't about to argue with him, but as hard of a time as she had even forcing herself to breathe right now, she couldn't agree or promise him she was his forever, from here on out, or that in all honesty she always had been either.
Buffy started to whimper, her hips moving in every which direction as she felt those talented fingers snake back around to work her back into crisis mode. It hadn't taken much, she was unreasonably tender, horny, and she'd long since accepted he knew her body somehow way better than she would ever be able to. "Angel," she barely managed to choke out, feeling her inner muscles clench around him with enough force she briefly worried she might have actually hurt him, evidence from her orgasm drenching them both.
Another thrust, followed by another, and then it felt like Angel's entire body lunged forward, a new wave of warmth spreading inside of her.
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She didn't entirely remember dozing off but when she woke back up, she was still naked in Angel's arms, a soft snoring sound falling from him. She wasn't even a bit surprised to find him semi erect though was disappointed he must have fallen out of her at some point or another.
She had been adamant about birth control every single time she'd been with Riley. Every. Time. She wouldn't let him even near her without putting a condom on first, which had annoyed him more than a few times, but she hadn't really given a damn, and she'd been put on a pill as well, which she'd been insanely strict about every single day... at least until she moved back into Hank's.
It wasn't a topic she and Angel had discussed and she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be either, but she already knew that the moment she decided to go follow him into the bathroom, and jump in the shower with him. The idea of what may come of their coupling both excited and scared her but there wasn't any other choice in her mind when it came to him.
Even with him heavily out, she about had to fight to free herself. Quietly making her way through the room, she found one of his shirts to throw on, not quite comfortable enough to go walking through his apartment completely uncovered at the moment. The urge to pee led her to a bathroom first then she decided to venture around his space for the first time. She was already impressed with the bedroom but she hadn't gotten more than a glimpse of anything else when they had first arrived, not that she had a single complaint.
Turning a few lights on, she let her eyes take in the apartment, her heart growing heavy inside her chest. She didn't know how to exactly describe it, but she felt overwhelming like he had decided on this place somehow, in some way because of her. And, not only that, but a little more clearer, she could tell he'd gotten a number of things to add into it based off of her as well as she came face to face with the hanging cooking set in his kitchen she'd probably mentioned wanting a hundred times when she had a place of her own, some storage containers similar to the ones her mother had kept that she'd been heartbroken over breaking when packing up the house, she saw some of her favorite pictures on some of his shelves in a couple of the rooms.
She knew she was bordering on snooping, but her interest was far past peaked, daring a glance into various drawers, his fridge, the cabinets, pulling out some of the books that caught her eye, she found his laptop, running her finger across the top of it then glancing over some of the random papers he had strung around in his makeshift office.
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Angel bolted upright, finding himself alone, trying not to jump to conclusions when he looked around and she wasn't there. Hopping out of the bed, he quickly searched through the clothes strewn about until finding his discarded boxers and sliding them on. He walked out into the living room but she wasn't anywhere in sight. Circling back, he tried to ignore the bubble of panic he felt threatening to take him over.
A large breath escaped him when he found her curled up on a chair in his spare bedroom. "Hey…" he said, sinking down on the floor in front of her when he realized she was crying, seeing for the first time the picture she was holding. It was one of his favorites of the two of them, Lindsey had taken it not long after everyone found out about them. It wasn't anything special, not really, just the two of them curled up together on the hammock Hank used to have outside. But he loved it, and when it came time for him to move in here he couldn't help but bring it with him. He kept it in here, out of everyone else's sight but it wasn't hard to spot.
"Shhh, come here… why are you crying?"
She wasn't sure she could answer him, one second she was doing her usual snooping and the next she caught sight of this picture out of the corner of eye. When she had first walked back into Jenny's, all the missing pieces of them were striking on a level she hadn't been prepared for, but not seeing this one somewhere around had been especially cutting. It had never been her favorite, she always hated how scrunched up her nose looked from laughing at whatever he said. But it was his favorite, out of all of their fancy date pictures, the ones from their trips to the beach, even the vacations they went on, this was it. She didn't get it, but seeing it sitting there on his desk made something break inside of her.
"I love you…" Looking up at him, a pang of worry shot through her. He was shaking like a damn leaf, even his hands were trembling around her.
"I'm okay," he said, sensing that she noticed he was closer to a panic attack than he had even realized.
Knowing better than to believe what he was saying, she gently pushed him back until he rested against the side of the desk, then quickly maneuvering herself back in his lap, running her fingers over his jaw, the tops of his brow, through his ruffled hair, anywhere she could think of just to reassure him that she was here. She knew he couldn't help these kinds of things, there was no way to prepare for them or know when they would strike. It didn't happen often, but they had happened enough times for her to learn how to calm him down. "I'm right here." she said, dropping a feather light kiss on his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise… I didn't want to wake you up and I had every intention of coming right back to bed. I just got a little side tracked snooping around." She noticed that last bit at least earned her a quick small grin. "You never have to be alone for these, not anymore…"
He couldn't stand it whenever these damn things struck. The older he got, the better he had become at controlling them, but every once in a while they still snuck up. Normally it would take him hours to calm down, usually having to resort to taking a damn xanax just to make them stop. The worst part was, that most people thought he was damn near out of his mind when they were happening, he only wished that was the case. He was perfectly coherent, could tell you every last thing that was said or done, he just couldn't stop the barrage of images, the awful thoughts, the incomprehensible fear surging through him.
But somehow she had always been able to, and had always been the only one, over his own mother even, that he would willingly let come near him whenever it happened. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry. When I woke up, I don't know, I just… you weren't there-"
"Angel, look at me…" Framing his face, she rose up on her knees until she was at his level. "Touch me, I'm here, and I love you, forever love you. We're okay." Grabbing both of his hands, she slowly moved them to her hips, making sure the shirt she'd thrown on wasn't in his way. "You feel that, it's still me… I'm so sorry that I haven't been here. That I stayed gone for as long as I did. I know we kinda already touched on this, but I need you to know, really know in your heart that I'm not going anywhere. I am yours, I have always been yours, and I will always be yours. No matter what happens we will figure out a way to get through whatever life throws at us together. Leaving you was a mistake, and Riley, and staying gone was a bigger one. I hate it, I hate that I can't change it or take it all back. I hate that Lindsey is right, about me and that stupid fight, about shoving him out of my way that night, about bringing Riley back. You have always been the most important person in my entire world, and even though I never set out to hurt you, I did, a bunch of times. Everything that happened was my fault, not yours. Darla was a mistake that I deserved, you were right, I broke up with you and I-"
Even though her words were soothing his soul, they weren't what he needed. Moving almost purely out of instinct, his arms tightened around her small frame, pulling her forward capturing her lips between words.
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He made quick work of the shirt she had on, tossing it blindly somewhere behind their heads. Then rolling them over, pushing his own underwear back to the floor, settling above her it all happened in some fuzzy blur. The need he felt stirring inside him wasn't the same as what filled him earlier, then he had been driven by desperation, consumed with lust. He didn't lie, he would always want her, and even though he hadn't thought he needed to hear it, her words were causing something new to stir back to life inside him.
"Make love to me?" she asked, her voice so low, he wasn't even sure they had been said at all.
Despite the heights he'd already taken her too, the fact that this had not been properly done had crossed her mind once or twice. She knew him well enough to know the difference, and even though she didn't regret a single second of their earlier coupling, she knew at least in some ways that he'd been holding back. Not that she could blame him, her heart ached with the knowledge of everything he had been through because of her. From knowing that even after she had long given up, he had still been holding on with everything he had for the two of them, for that off chance their paths might cross once more, and how strenuous that must have been at times to forcing him to watch her basically flaunt Riley in front of him even if her intentions hadn't been as much to having to tell him her worst kept secret about losing their child and watch it tear him down and everything in between all of those things and well beyond such examples she was all too well aware he had been put through the ringer.
He had still hurt her, she couldn't deny that or make those feelings about knowing what had happened between Darla and himself go away, but her view about what happened that night was a lot different today than it had been in recent times, and certainly a lot different than it had in their years apart.
And she felt like they were doing a pretty good job at trying to heal in whatever ways they could find, but they weren't entirely there yet. But it could be a step in the right direction.
Bending his head, Angel's lips pressed into hers, gently teasing her for an eternity before finally taking advantage of one of her small moans to sensually probe at all of the different textures her mouth had to offer. When he pulled back away, his eyes looked away from her for just a moment, then back to her, warm amusement twinkling in those dark eyes. "Here on the floor?"
"I honestly don't care," she answered. It wouldn't have been the first time and she was even more sure it wouldn't be the last but he promised to move them back to the bed before long.
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His touch was as light as a butterfly, his hand resting just barely against the side of her face, his thumb tracing the corner of her swollen lips. He looked so vulnerable she worried any wrong move or word would scare him away.
Briefly, Angel possessed her mouth once more with utmost softness and warmth before exploring her further. He whispered vows of desire and undeniable love with every lowering of his head to taste a new section of what her body had to offer him. She was left unsure of how rage could have ever surpassed this, left her in such a state she would even question how he felt about her, no matter what decisions might have been made or terrible images placed right in front of her, with a long history of him doing everything this world would let him to prove exactly what she'd always meant to him.
She felt her breathing hitch in the slightest as he began peppering kisses across the curve of her breast, each of her tender peaks beginning to pucker and harden, craving his attention. A soft moan fell from her lips as he swept one into his mouth, his tongue sweeping over the tip in small circles before he exchanged one side for the other, repeating the small action.
His body sunk lower, hands framing against the top of her ribcage, brushing against the swell of her soft twin globes. Raining a new trail of open mouthed, tender kisses against her midriff Buffy found her eyes closing, a silent prayer going up to anybody willing to listen that someday she would be gifted another chance at carrying his child, of being able to give him the family he so whole heartily desired to create with her.
Angel nipped at the corners of her hips before they were replaced with his sliding hands, coming to rest in their new spot. Opening her eyes, she watched his tease against her outer thigh before drawing nearer to where she craved him most. Her own hands lowered to him, winding up with trapped fingers underneath his own as his eyes dared meet hers. She felt a shiver flow throughout her entire body as his tongue swept out to her glistening heat.
On instinct, wanting to reach for him, to run her fingers through his hair, twisting and pulling, she tried to free herself but Angel held her firmly in place, causing her to whine. He paid little to no attention to her distress however, licking her top to bottom then back up again, repeating the cycle until she was squirming beneath him.
The smoothness of his tongue pressed in and out of her several times, reaching deeper inside of her core every time. He lapped at her silkiness, following the small river her body was already creating as low as it would go before daring back up. "Angel," she moaned, her hips doing their best to sway with the flickering sensation he was stirring against her swollen bud. Managing to hike her knees up farther, she let her ankles cross over one another, a small attempt to gain some control and hold him in place.
He was careful with every last moment, creating a slow death for her to be tortured with. His speed was that of a snail's, dragging out every little sensation until she was left shaking and begging for him to sweep her into oblivion.
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Her first orgasm hadn't finished rippling through her before her inner walls were stretching and clamping around his generous length. Her hands, finally free, scraped and scratched at his backside, pulling him closer. Once seated inside of her, he stilled other than the powerful throbbing he could not control, letting her finish out the waves of pleasure threatening to consume her whole.
As the earth around her came back into focus, Angel kissed her, then never breaking their sealing bond of either their tangling mouths or where he was rooted inside of her, he managed to cart her off through the apartment until they were back in the comforts of his warm bed.
"I might have freaked out a little when I woke up and you weren't there," he admitted, his voice more than a whisper.
Placing her hands on either side of his face, she quietly promised him that she wasn't going anywhere. Once, twice, and then again before he busied her mouth with his own, no further words able to form.
She'd always loved feeling caged beneath him, his arms bracing himself from smothering her under his weight on either side of her, it made her feel safe. Her body began to move against his, matching his controlled rhythm as he moved in and out of her depths, never more convinced someone had his dark intentions in mind when creating her. She used her hold on his shoulders for leverage, raising her hips to angle and to meet his lazy thrusts.
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Smoothing her hands down the wide expanse of his chest, Buffy's eyes lowered to take in the sight of their bodies' carnal movements, lust only growing as she watched her own body swallow him whole in perfect cycle. As his thrusts and strokes grew faster she wasn't so sure he wasn't doing so for her viewing pleasure alone.
Either way, she thought, it didn't matter, as long as he didn't stop doing it. Her eyes fell shut, but the image of him filling her stayed fresh in her mind. Her hands went from grasping his shoulders to his arms, her fingernails digging into his skin with a fierceness she couldn't control. When he angled his hip just right, rubbing her clit each time he slammed against her, she gave up trying to hold on, letting him have his way with her.
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He'd been prepared the first time she fell over the edge, but when he felt her walls unexpectedly squeezing around a second time, the wave of pleasure it caused nearly made him go blind. Feeling himself thrust against her one more time before he swelled and spilled deep inside the only place he was always supposed to be. A brief thought of what they could be creating crossing his mind, before his brain short circuited and all he could think was how in love with her he suddenly was for the second time. How nothing about their past seemed to matter, because in the end it drove them back to here.
"Move in with me," he said, after his arms gave out, making him collapse down on her. "Here." He knew that was asking for trouble, especially where his brother was concerned. But he didn't care. He was done tiptoeing around the life he wanted, putting it all on hold to try and fit in some sort of box everyone else kept insisting on placing them in. In nearly any other situation he would have thought himself crazy too. But his brothers, his mom and Hank could take as much as they needed to come around, he knew what he wanted, who he wanted, without any questions of doubt. They had never been great at following any of the rules their parents or anyone else set around them anyway, he knew once the initial shock wore off they would end up glad for it in the end. "I've woken up too many mornings alone… there's nothing left to figure-"
Her lips sealed around his, kissing him with a determination that told him more than her words ever could. "Okay."
"Okay? Just like that?"
She kissed him again, teasing him and saying that they could argue about it if he really wanted. Promising him again that this was what she wanted, repeating how much she missed him and only wanted to be with him.
"You gonna change your mind when we get back and Lindsey throws his fit?"
He watched her lips curve into a smile. "Now you're questioning my ability to handle him?"
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This story is co-written with Scribes1015!
