For just a moment, trapped in that strange space between dreams and reality, a small wave of panic rolled through him. Though any fear he had about this, and what had happened between them not being real, drifted back away once he realized the weight of her pressed so closely against him. Nearly feeling his breath forced right back out of him, taking in the sight of her still slumbering peacefully in dreamland. He had a faint memory of her taking off to the bathroom at some point, but he'd been so exhausted he wasn't sure how awake he'd actually been.

He had never slept with anyone before, at least not anyone since he was just a kid. Even the long list of women he'd brought to his bed hadn't ever stayed the night, at least not like this. That was one thing he never found difficult, showing them to the door once his needs had been met. He'd worked too hard to get where he was at, to get to the point that he could maintain a roof over his head, after growing up with nearly nothing, rarely even a room to call his own, having his own space was a luxury he didn't take for granted. But much like everything else, she seemed to have found a way to blow right past every one of those careful barriers he had in place.

Smoothing a stray hair away from her face, he prayed to whoever may be listening that he wouldn't somehow fuck this up. She was so much more than that bubbly cheerleader he'd admired from afar, so much more than even she was aware. He wasn't sure where this nurturing side came from, but he already found himself vowing to do whatever he could to make sure that she always felt safe, that she always knew he was here, and never doubted his promises of going anywhere.

No longer able to ignore his bladder's insistence, he carefully extracted himself from her grasp, pausing once he'd made out of the bed to take in the sight of still lying there. Smiling when he noticed the way, that even in her dreams she seemed to be reaching out for him.

After a quick stop in the bathroom, he grabbed a couple of Tylenol out of the bottle he kept stashed in the kitchen, along with a cold bottle of water for each of them. He debated getting breakfast started, but the call of her alone in his bed proved too much to ignore. Plus, he didn't want to chance her waking up before he got back in there.

He tried not to wake her, but when he slid back under the covers she stirred awake, reaching out in search of him, popping one eye open to make sure he was still there, then scooting closer against him and mumbling something he couldn't quite make out. "Good morning," he said, gently kissing her forehead, his voice still thick and husky with sleep. Whispering that he got her some Tylenol just in case she woke up worse than she had the night before. Never more glad that he'd decided to take the day off, knowing that if he hadn't he would have called in anyway. Already worried about how he was supposed to make it through the next day, or any of the ones after, when he didn't get to wake up to her beautiful face.

Slipping her thigh back over his, she scooted as even closer against him, promising him again that she was okay, noticing that most of the lingering pain seemed to have faded away over the night. But also realizing that she didn't feel quite the same, and deciding that she didn't hate the difference. She knew if she ever said such a thing, he would be quick to remind her that it wasn't the case, but she couldn't help but feel like a part of her belonged to him now, and she never ever wanted it back.

OoOoO

Not at all surprising her, what began as a simple morning kiss soon turned into something more. She had heard the rumors about how guys woke up, but before now she didn't have any proof to back up the claims. Though she was pretty sure his reaction was more for her and less about his body's autonomy, either way, it was just one more thing she could add to the list of reasons why she loved waking up next to him so much.

She wasn't sure if it was because he had just woken up, but he seemed so much more relaxed this time letting her explore. She was very quickly learning that she loved the way he responded whenever she kissed up his neck, and then loved him even more when her lips started inching their way down, brushing across the small patch of hair leading down. Instead of asking this time, she freed his growing member, working the fabric down.

She felt like she'd only just started to get a hang of the motions, barely gotten accustomed to the feeling of his velvet length filling her mouth when his phone started to ring for the second time.

A loud groan tore from his lips, already knowing who was behind the call. "I swear he's doing this shit on purpose."

Buffy couldn't hide her amusement as she slowly released her hold on him, a small popping noise heard as her lips lost their last shred of contact. Easing herself off the bed, her eyes scanned around until she found his long since discarded jeans from last night and felt around in the pockets until she found his ringing cellphone.

Her eyes flashed across the name of exactly who she was expecting as she got back to her feet, staring at Angel as she swiped to answer. "Good morning, Lindsey," she greeted with a little smile on her face, already making her way back onto the bed. "Don't you have some sort of playdate to be on right about now?"

Reaching her free hand back out to Angel, her fingertips began dancing up and down his erection playfully as she let Lindsey ramble out some of his trademark wooing words. She'd just started palming him when suddenly Angel reached out for her, her eyes widened as she tried to figure out what in the world he was doing, tugging at her to come closer, then his hands quickly beginning to tug away at her panties.

"What are you doing?" she mouthed but he chose not to answer, instead Angel somehow managed to gracefully get her all turned around until she was hovering above him. But even that only lasted but a moment before he pulled her down to him, her whole body jerking forward as soon as she felt his mouth make contact.

Bracing her hand against his stomach, she bit back a moan, Angel's hands squeezing her ass, keeping her in place despite her squirming.

OoOoO

Buffy was sure Lindsey had caught on to exactly what was going on over here before she finally rushed off the call but she couldn't have cared any less. Dropping the phone, she made sure she scooted it off out the way before she put her mouth back to some better, far more entertaining uses.

She'd given up trying to make sure she wasn't smothering him, deciding if he really needed to breathe he would figure it out on his own as it didn't seem to be a concern he currently had, her thighs crushing around him when she felt two fingers slip inside her warmth which was her breaking point on staying on the phone another damn second longer.

His movements seemed to all come to a halt while her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she began dropping random, wet, sucking kisses against his length. As she began taking him deeper into her mouth she felt him start to tease at her again, the sensation all new and a little distracting but she closed her eyes, determined to take on the new challenge.

At first her head seemed to be filled with worry and second guessing herself as well, was she doing any of this right she wondered, but his grunts and low moans, the way his hips would thrust forward when her tongue swept across him a certain way, put all of those thoughts to rest before long. She still wasn't sure what she was doing but whatever it was they both seemed to be enjoying it and that was all that mattered.

Letting the world fade back away, she focused as best as she could on what she was doing, her hands in unison with her mouth as she took as much of him inside of her as she could. She hummed and moaned around him when she felt his tongue swirling around her clit again, hungrily kissing and sucking at her until she had to pull away, gasping for air.

She cried out his name as she felt herself losing the battle of control, her hips bucking unsure if they wanted to get her closer to him or if they were trying to push away, her hands flying out to his thighs as she felt that tingling spark hit her, fingernails digging into his flesh as her entire body started to shiver and try to get swept away.

Her vision still had dark, colored spots dancing around when she swatted at Angel's hands that were still holding her in place as his mouth continued its sensual torment, slowly lapping at the creamy moisture flowing from her. She had to try two more times before he finally growled, letting her go.

Her legs were shaking as she hooked them both over to one side, crawling back into her prior position before being rudely interrupted by Lindsey's phone call. Her lips puckered together, lightly blowing against the tip of his manhood, smiling to herself as it seemed to sway and twitch closer to her.

As her eyes locked with his, Buffy decided she just might like this angle better, spurred on by the lust shining back at her, threatening to drown her with everything he had.

Angel had barely managed to choke out a warning that he was nearing that point of no return before it seemed to hit, all of a sudden she could feel hot liquid jetting into her mouth and down her throat. An initial shock hit her and it took a moment for her to remember to relax but she sure didn't hate this. She remembered being so stunned at how warm he was the first time they'd been in this bed fooling around together so she didn't know why she expected anything different but it still seemed to take her a little by surprise there for a second.

He tasted exactly like she imaged he would though, salty and mysterious, like you're always going to left craving more.

OoOoO

"If you keep looking at me like that, you're not going to wind up getting any breakfast," Angel warned.

Buffy giggled propping herself up on the counter, the smell of bacon making her stomach rumble hungrily. "What? You can't multitask?" she teased.

"You're starting to make me wonder exactly what wound up getting unleashed from inside of you," he muttered, shaking his head as he flipped the bacon over.

"Listen, I can't help that you created some sexual awakening for me to come face to face with and now all I want to do is explore any and everything with you. That's entirely not my fault," she laughed, wrapping her arms around him when he slid over to where she sat, kissing her quickly.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Mmm, that is the million dollar question, now isn't it?"

OoOoO

Planting themselves back on the couch with their food, Angel felt a warm tingling feeling when Buffy curled up in his lap with her food, snuggling into the corner with him. He almost blurted out asking her if it was too early to start talking about her staying here more often again, or perhaps taking that a step further, but bit his tongue at the last second.

She asked him what days might be best for their next set of upcoming adventures for after the weekend was over, his thrown together idea about going out for an evening with Lindsey and Patrick as well as the whole meeting her mother thing. Which was causing him more anxiety than he cared to admit. He barely caught a girl's last name, much less met her parents. The only experience had in that area was Giles and Jenny, and he hardly counted them as such. He knew Giles before Mia and Lindsey ever got involved, most of the time he found himself not understanding how in the hell the two of them ended up producing a girl like her. Though he couldn't blame them too much, he was sure most people thought the same things about him whenever they figured out he was nothing like his own parents.

He blew out a deep breath, "You sure your mom wants to meet me? I mean I'm pretty sure I've seen her around…"

She moved her plate onto the cushion beside her, then slipped her back around him, squeezing him tighter. "She's going to love you."

"You think so?" he asked, softly kissing her forehead.

"I know so," she said, snatching a piece of his bacon. "Besides, that just means there's one less day we have to get through without seeing each other."

"I was thinking about that too, you don't have to go home every night… You can stay here. I mean I'm only a few minutes from campus so there wouldn't be any issue getting to class on time or anything like that." He wasn't sure why after everything last night, this was what he was getting nervous about.

"So basically what you're saying is you want me to stay the night again? And here I thought I was getting on your nerves, taking over your bed, stealing your food-"

"Keeping me up all night…"

He barely dodged her swatting his chest. Easily catching her arm, he pulled her back against him, quietly admitting that he wasn't sure he could make it another full week without her, now that he had woken up with her in his bed.

OoOoO

When they were finished eating, Angel put another movie on for them to watch. This time though she heard him softly snoring not even a few minutes after the intro rolled out, and with his heavy arm draped around her, she didn't last much longer after that.

She thought she was dreaming for the longest time, all of her moving without any direction from her. He was stretched out above her, spreading her thighs. She could feel his hardness between them, thick, twitching and back alive. When he realized she was awake, he traded the spot his lips were assaulting against her neck to kiss her hard, pressing his tongue against hers when her mouth finally parted.

When he finally pulled away, she bit down on his shoulder where his shirt was stretched to the side, eliciting one of those low groans she loved so much. If this was how he planned on waking her up every morning then he just might get his wish. He tugged and pulled at the shirt she'd stolen, fighting against her teasing refusal to help until he gave up. Roughly shoving the offending cotton over the hills of her naked breast.

The cool air was causing a shiver to run through her, leaving a fresh set of goosebumps in its wake. She hoped things wouldn't be as painful as they were last night, but she honestly didn't care, knowing that he would do everything he could to bring her to the other side.

"Off," she said, when she felt the knot in his shorts give. Not even giving him the chance to kick them away, she reached past the elastic of his boxers, her fingers coming into contact with his silky flesh.

OoOoO

He wasn't quite sure when his dream slipped over into reality, but he wasn't going to question it now. One second he was trapped in some wildly vivid dream, and the next his cock was throbbing, pressed up tightly against her leg. He let her play for a while, finding himself falling even more in love with her subtle fascination, nearly driving him right to the brink of ecstasy in the process. Her tiny hand gripping him like he'd told her, making sure to roll the skin above his swollen head. Nearly losing it completely when she forced him back, then leaned up enough for her tongue to dart out.

She gave him more credit than he deserved, that was for sure. His stamina was something he was proud of, but she didn't have any clue how close she was testing those limits. A loud moan tore from him when she managed to move around without ever removing him from her mouth, getting her legs back behind her so she could raise up to her knees. The view she was creating only added to the many fantasies he couldn't seem to get past when it came to this damn woman.

He was all about letting her explore, letting her figure out what she liked and all the different ways she could get him off, but he didn't want to come in her mouth again, not just yet. The memory of being surrounded by her warmth was taunting him, and he'd had enough. Laying his hand on her shoulder, he counted to ten before summoning the strength to push her back, his eyes rolling back when she swirled her tongue around him one final time.

OoOoO

Angel made quick work of tossing her shorts to the side, nearly ripping her panties in the process. Remembering the way they were interrupted yesterday, she quickly asked him about the door, but he promised it was locked right before his mouth returned to setting fire on her on her skin. That terrible voice was back, silently whispering that she wanted to feel him without a barrier between them. She knew it was a risk they didn't need to take, but she still wanted to feel him all the same.

It took her moaning his name for the third time before he ever glanced up, his mouth landing on her center before she could even get the next word out. Her fingers instantly tangling in his dark locks, not sure if she was trying to pull him away or what. She didn't want to come, not yet. That was something else she noticed yesterday, when he was inside her, no orgasm ever compared to that. Thankfully she didn't have to come up with the strength to pull him away on her own, as that didn't seem to be his intent. He slowly began crawling his way back up until his arms were framed around her pressed hard into the couch.

"I'll be right back," he promised, but she knew what he was going for. Locking her arms around his neck, she pulled him back to her, shaking her head from side to side.

"Wait…"

Slowly releasing her hold around him, one of her hands lightly running down his chest, reaching between them to grab hold of twitching flesh. He was watching her with a look she didn't quite understand, his dark eyes locked onto her with a stare so hard she wasn't sure he'd even blinked. Quickly kissing him, she palmed his rigid flesh, guiding him to her entrance, further deepening their kiss as she teased the tip of his manhood against her slick folds.

Before Angel even had a chance to question her when they finally broke back apart, she sucked her bottom lip in, catching it on her teeth before whispering her desire to feel him inside of her again without the offending barrier between them. Somehow his gaze only managed to intensify causing her heart to hammer painfully in her chest, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine when he breathlessly asked if she was sure that's what she wanted.

With a hiss of pleasure, she could feel herself stretching deliciously at his slow intrusion, her senses overloading as he inched deeper until he was buried as far as their bodies would allow, gently swelling and throbbing inside of her warmth. Her fingertips spread out widely against his stomach when he otherwise stopped any movements, allowing her time to adjust, whispering words of pure adoration that made her heart soar. Not unused to compliments or and claims of the like, as with everything else with this exceptional human being, for nearly the first time those words held a deeper meaning to her when spoken. Never in her life had someone managed to make her feel like this, as if she were something precious, cherished.

Never before had someone made her feel so complete either.

Having no prior experience in this area, she wasn't sure if sex was always supposed to be like this but something inside of her made her think it wasn't always the case, to feel as though someone else's body was created with you in mind given how perfectly you both fit together, how their every touch could feel like some sort of sensual awakening only they can create your body to comply with.

As her hips began to move against his, he took the cue she was more than ready for more, starting to gently cycle through the motions of slow, passionate thrusts and withdrawal.

OoOoO

Securing her ankles on his shoulders, together he and Buffy moaned at the new depths he was able to reach with the new angle, feeling her legs shudder as soon as he pulled out of her heat until only the head of his cock remained then swiftly plunged back in. Her small hands couldn't seem to settle on what they should do, where they should be, reaching behind her to hold on to to the arm rest of the couch, clutching at the sides, tangling in her hair, grabbing wildly at him...

He could feel himself losing control, his hips moving frantically, all these new, unobstructed sensations were leaving him overloaded. It was like no matter what he couldn't find himself close enough to her, buried deep enough to satisfy this dizzying need. Buffy's small body bounced against his, his name coming out in gasps and moans from her swollen lips, emerald eyes swirling with pleas to tip them over that edge into ecstasy.

He was about to leverage his body weight so he could reach to where their bodies were joined but she beat him to the punch, damn near making his eyes roll back into his head as he stared down at her fingers slipping down to the slick, swollen nub. He watched in fascination as she teased and twisted the bundle of nerves as he slammed into her time and again until he felt her walls start to flutter around him, her body jerking forcefully as she peaked.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling her tighten and clamp down, drowning in how wet and warm she was making his dick feel as the waves crashed over her. Continuing to plunge and plunder into her like the world was ending all around them and this was exactly how he wanted to spend his last moments on this planet, he finally felt himself grow painfully inside of her once more, the bubble finally bursting as he finally dove off that cliff to his own release.

OoOoO

"I'm still not convinced you're not trying to kill me," Angel muttered when she returned from the bathroom, pulling her back down to him. He maneuver her onto her side, his large body falling in beside her, his arms wrapping her up tightly. "Or that you're not doing a damn good job of getting me there."

Buffy laughed, her voice sounding husky to her own ears and she shook her head, arguing that if anything, it would have to be considered the other way around.

His lips brushed lightly at her shoulder as she cocooned herself further against his warm body, feeling completely boneless and relaxed. "I vote we never stop doing that," she sighed.

"I can strongly agree with that sentiment."

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