Title: Unwilling Bride Chapter 14
Author: Neamh1
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: This chapter is definately NC-17, please do not read if you are under age or offended by graphic sexual scenes/ descriptions.
AN: Sorry for the delay guys, having promblems with my internet connection, anyway here it is for those of you who have been waiting. Thanks.
"Mr. O'Connor."
"Uhh."
"Mr. O'Connor!"
"What?" Angelus whined to the voice of the man who was rudely disturbing him from his sleep.
"Come on you bloody ponce, get up." he received a sharp kick to his legs that made him open his eyes.
"What the hell?" Angelus said sitting up sharply, regretting the sudden movement when a wave of pain and nausea ran through him. He held his hand to his head.
"Don't tell me you could make it back this far but couldn't make it the few more steps up to your room?" William mocked him as Toby stood by with a grin on his face.
"Obviously not. I don't even remember leaving the saloon. Help me up." Angelus said and Will grabbed his arm to help in up from the pile of hay that had served as his bed for the night. "God I need to sleep."
Angelus complained as they walked toward the main house. "Has Buffy left her room yet?" he asked, having the strangest feeling that she had come out and they had spoken.
"No, I didn't go to bed until it turned one this morning and she was still in her room when I walked past. I could hear her pottering about, not sure what she was doing up at that time but it's not like I can find out." Will commented as they entered the house and Angelus headed for the stairs. "Are you going to be able to stomach some lunch or not?"
"Don't even mention food." Angelus replied as he headed up the stairs to sleep off his hang over.
Buffy waited all afternoon for Angelus to come pounding on her door but he never came. The only reason she could think for his absence was that he was sleeping off a terrible hangover and couldn't remember anything from last night, which she would be extremely grateful for.
She had eaten some of her supplies for dinner and had written a note for Willow saying that she would visit as soon as possible. She left out the fact that her and Angelus were arguing but knew that Willow would have already heard of her unfortunate event with the three outlaws and so she wanted to reassure her friend that she was alright before Willow came around to call. She put in the note that Angelus was staying at the estate for a while to look after her. She missed her friend dearly; she hadn't seen much of her since her father got sick. Then Willow went away for two months on her honeymoon and when she returned things were even worse. She hoped that soon things would get back to normal and she would be able to once again start their weekly visits.
Molly came by before dinner to see if Buffy was alright and she handed her the note and asked that it be delivered to Willow as soon as possible.
"Master Angelus hasn't left his room all day." Molly whispered from the outside of the bedroom door.
"Yes I imagine he has a hell of hang over." Buffy whispered back to her.
"How did you know that?" Molly asked.
"Because I saw him last night; he'd passed out on his horse on the road and I had to lead him back to the stables and practically throw him onto the hay. I left him there to sleep it off."
"Did he wake up and see you?" Molly asked worriedly.
"Yes, but I don't think he remembers, thank heaven."
"Lets hope not, because if he does, Lord knows what he'll do. I'll make sure that there is food for you in the larder again tonight." Molly said.
"Thank you Molly, now you'd best get going before anyone notices your missing." Buffy said then listened to the hurried footsteps of her maid.
She spent the rest of the afternoon reading some books although she could never really get into one. She was going stir crazy locked up in her room every day and the realization that she had the power to free herself was so tempting she walked to her door several times before reminding herself why she was in. The house was quiet and even when she stood on her balcony there was very little she could see to keep her interested.
Molly came to her room one last time that night to tell Buffy that Angelus hadn't come out from his room and that it looked like he was going to be sleeping through. She was glad that he hadn't gotten up late, that may have put a stop to her outing that night.
William was in the parlor enjoying some glasses of whiskey so no doubt before long he would head up to his bed.
She waited an hour for the parlor light to finally be turned off and listened as William walked past her room, knocking on her door and saying goodnight in a slurred voice as he headed toward his own room. She gave him another thirty minutes or so to fall asleep then changed and lowered the rope. Climbing down she headed back toward the kitchen to have something to eat and collect tomorrow's supplies before heading out to the field to go for a ride.
She was out for two hours riding around the grounds, and enjoying her freedom before she headed back. Leaving the horse in the stables to be ready for Toby to groom, Buffy went back to her window.
She froze in mid stride, something was terribly wrong...the rope was no longer hanging from her balcony. Looking up she could still see it tied to the railing but it looked as though someone had thrown it back up. Stamping her foot she looked around and almost screamed when she turned and found Angelus standing a few feet behind her.
"Have a nice ride Buffy?" he asked, his face deadly serious and his eyes glistening with challenge, daring her to try and lie her way out of it.
"Yes thank you. Did you do this?" she asked him pointing up to her room.
"I saw the rope there, didn't want to risk a stranger getting into your room." His tone was too steady and she didn't like it, she took a step back and he smiled. "You're not afraid of me are you?" he asked when he noticed her retreat.
"Should I be?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, wondering what he was going to do with her now that he'd found her out.
"Maybe...you know it's the strangest thing; when I went into the city yesterday I was picking up some supplies for Toby. He gave me a list of things to get and on that list was a training rope. It made me start to wonder what had happened with the old one but I just shrugged of the thought until tonight. William noisily woke me when he knocked on your door and
proceeded to stumble down the hallway to his room. I couldn't sleep after that. I thought that maybe it was time to call a truce between us, the alcohol still in my system gave me the push to come to your room but when I knocked on your door I got no answer. So I go into the room next to yours and looked out into your balcony thinking you might be out there and didn't hear me knocking but what do I see? A rope hanging from your railing. I came downstairs to inspect and heard a noise around the back, then I see you coming out of the kitchen with food supplies."
"So you followed me? You didn't say anything?"
"Why should I? You deceived me, put yourself in danger again, why should I have shown myself? Strange thing was I recognized the clothing you were wearing; I'd vaguely seen you in it before, the tight breeches clinging to your legs, the baggy shirt hiding your curves from sight. I tried to remember and then it came back to me, the stables last night, you were in there weren't you?" He asked; his eyes roaming her body and igniting a flame within her making her feel so hot she feared she might self combust.
"I was out riding and I saw you on the road. You were unconscious and lying over the horse so I led you back to the stables and put you asleep on the hay. Then I left you there and went back inside, like I was going to do tonight but now I have no way of getting back into my room." she replied angrily.
"Buffy, Buffy...you left out a valuable part of the story. You forgot the part where you leaned down and kissed me in the stables. Where you explored my mouth with your tongue and let me do the same to you." He said smiling feeling exhilarated as though he was a hunter and she the delectable prey.
"I think that was just some drunken fantasy you cooked up whilst you were sleeping." she said taking another step back as he moved forward slowly, stalking her like a big cat.
"Oh it was very real; I can still feel you, taste you on my lips...and I've decided I want more of you." he said as he moved closer, the sight of the tight black fabric clinging to her legs made him want to turn her around and see what her backside looked like in them.
"Angelus...you're scaring me," she said holding out a hand to keep him at bay.
He linked his hand with hers and pulled her roughly against him; she shrieked in surprise and he smiled like a Cheshire cat. Lowering his head he buried his face in her hair, rubbing gently against her neck and inhaling her unique scent. His hands rubbed up and down her arms, which were hanging by her sides; she was too afraid to move. Afraid of what she might want if she allowed herself to hold him, to touch him. One hand moved from her arm and tangled in her hair pulling her head back gently as he lowered his mouth slowly over hers to have a taste. She tasted so sweet, like honey and sunflowers and summer, so pure...he didn't think too much about the way she made him feel when she was in his arms, when she didn't push him away or argue, when she let him kiss her and she kissed him back. If he let himself think on it he might stop and he wanted so badly to go on. He needed to have her tonight, he needed to make her his but he knew that he would have to go slow...but not too slow. Buffy's low moan encouraged him and he let his other hand move around and stroke up and down her back, itching to go lower but he maintained his self control and held back.
Buffy's arms slipped around his shoulders as he kissed her thoroughly, it was just like the night before and she wanted it to never stop. She didn't want to talk, that would only lead to their arguing as it always did. She just wanted to touch and feel. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled under her gentle exploration hinting at the power held within. 'What would that power feel like being thrust into her' she thought briefly and was mortified at herself. She tried to pull back from him but he held her steady and his hand slipped lower, gently massaging her buttocks one at a time. She felt weak from all the new sensations running through her body. She ached to be closer with him and pushed her body as close as she could, trying to relieve the painful ache that had centered at her core.
Angelus growled deeply and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her back against the wall. He began kissing her neck and collarbone and when she cried out for more he nearly lost his control then and plunged straight into her.
Her breathing was heavy and he knew he had to get them inside before he took her right there on the floor.
"Sshhh baby, let's go inside." he said and carried her into the house through the front door the way he'd come.
She barely heard his whisper but as they entered the house and she felt him start to ascend the stairs she panicked and wrestled him until he placed her on the floor.
"I can't. I'm sorry I can't do this Angelus." she said getting upset and turning she attempted to flee from him. Before she could get more than a few feet he had hold of her arm and spun her around back into his arms.
"It's okay love," he said stroking her hair to soothe her. "Trust me Buffy, I'm not going to hurt you, please just...come with me?" he asked.
She couldn't bear to look him in the eyes, there was nothing wrong with what they were doing, they were husband and wife and yet she still felt that they shouldn't be doing this, it wasn't as though he loved her. "Please?" she heard him whisper again and her will broke as she nodded her head against his chest. Angelus took her hand and led her down the corridor and into his room. He closed the door behind them and slipped off her cape, he wasn't sure where her hat had gone, she must have lost it at some point.
"Where did you get the breeches?" he asked as a sudden after thought.
Buffy smiled at him sheepishly and answered, "They're yours, I adjusted them slightly so that they wouldn't be too big. Sorry, I don't think you can wear them again."
"It's alright, they look better on you." he said then amended his comment, "But you are not to wear them outside of this room again, I don't want anyone seeing you like this but me."
"But-"
"Shh, don't argue with me, I'm not trying to control you, I just don't want anyone looking at what's mine." He said trying to placate her and not realizing how his words had sounded.
"Yours?" she questioned, oddly she was only half angry at his remark, and a part of her was touched that he would think of her that way. Before tonight she thought that he couldn't stand her.
"Yes...mine. My wife, my other half, " he said pulling her into the circle of his arms and nuzzling her cheek then capturing her lips with his.
He maneuvered her back toward his large mahogany four- poster bed and lowered her down so that she was sitting on the edge of the velvet sheets. Lowering himself down to the floor he slipped her boots from her feet.
Buffy lowered her head so that she didn't have to look at him. She was sure that he was about to undress her and she was terrified; she wrung her hands nervously in her lap. She felt a finger under her chin coaxing her to lift her head and she looked into his deep chocolate brown eyes.
"Trust me," he said one last time before moving his fingers to the buttons of her shirt. She sat trembling slightly as he undid the buttons with ease and discarded the shirt. He then unwrapped the material that she had tied around herself to conceal her breasts.
When they were free of their confines she quickly moved her arms to cover her nakedness but he gently took her hands and pulled them away. "Don't ever hide yourself from me Buffy; you're beautiful, you have no reason to hide. Lay back on the bed." he instructed and she did as he said and closed her eyes.
He allowed her to keep her eyes closed as he removed her breeches and under pants then he stood up and looked down at her. "Perfect." he whispered. Buffy opened her eyes at his whispered word and watched as he reached for his own buttons and slowly undid each one, revealing inch by inch of smooth bronzed skin. His shirt slipped from his shoulders and she looked at his chest, the muscles clearly defined, the skin so perfect.
She watched nervously as he pulled down his breeches and pulled off his boots then straightened up. She was shocked at the size of his manhood, 'there's no way this is going to work' she thought 'he'll tear me in two'.
Angelus didn't let her dwell on the thought, as he placed one knee on the bed next to her hip and lowered them both down onto the sheets. He kissed her thoroughly on the lips before lowering his mouth to taste the rest of her. She moaned in pleasure when he gently took one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue, massaging her other breast as his mouth paid attention to one and then the other in turn. She was mewling her satisfaction from his attentions until he slipped lower and kissed his way down to the apex of her thighs. She tried to move away from him not knowing what he was doing but he held her still and stroked her legs to calm her. Taking a deep breath she controlled herself just before she felt his tongue lick between her nether lips. She had never felt anything so sensual; her hips moved up of their own accord and Angelus smiled like a kitten to cream as he moved down and paid more attention to the little bud of pleasure, making her scream and wriggle on the bed. He felt the tell tale signs of her climax and eased one long finger into her as the tremors took over and she bucked from the bed ridding out the waves of pleasure.
When she had calmed, he withdrew his finger and while looking into her hazy eyes licked her juices from his fingers. "Honey." he said as he crawled back up her body.
She blushed furiously at his words but welcomed him into her arms as he rested his hips between her thighs; he kissed her deeply as he tried to gain control over his body. He had been with many women and had enjoyed many nights of pleasure but for some reason this young untried girl was pushing him to extremes and testing the limits of his control.
She moaned into his mouth and her hips pushed down toward him, the tip of his manhood entering her and pushing him over the edge, he could hold back no longer. He pushed forward quickly and felt her maidenhead break with his onslaught, she made a small whimper at the pain and he held still to allow her to get used to the size of him. She was so warm and tight and responsive as he began to gently rock within her. She was filled with him to the point where she thought she might explode. He felt so good on top of her; moving in and out and kissing her neck, one of his hands caressing her left nipple as he lips devoured the soft skin of her neck.
Slowly things began to feel a lot better to her and she became frenzied beneath him, straining for something more, something to push her over the edge into complete bliss. Angelus reached down between their bodies and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive bud hidden in her soft curls. Her silken walls fluttered around him and his pace increased as she came apart around him and he spilled his seed deep within her womb with a final shout of release.
His sweat covered body collapsed upon her and she welcomed his weight as he pressed her into the bed. He rolled to his side but before she could protest, he pulled her to him, resting her head on his chest and throwing her left leg over his. He pulled the cover over them before wrapping his arms securely around her waist and kissing her forehead.
Neither said anything, not wanting to taint the moment with words, both fearing what would come from their mouths if they opened them.
Buffy feared that in the morning when the passion had died away and the harsh rays of the sun shone in the room, that Angelus would cast her away. She worried that it was going to be a one time thing and she hated herself for wanting more, for wanting things to be this way every night, to fall asleep in his arms after making love to each other. To feel this way every night before she slept and dreamed of things being perfect everyday for the rest of her life.
Angelus feared that Buffy would regret what she had done in the morning and would push him away not wanting to continue any type of physical relationship with him, but most of all he feared the fact that he wanted everything with her, he wanted her to be his wife in every sense of the word. What would she say if he told her that, would she run away like she had tried on their wedding day? Did she regret allowing him to seduce her?
Before long they had both fallen into a deep sleep, content to be in each others arms and not worry about hat they would say to each other the next day; that ould wait for morning when they both believed that they would loose their hearts.
TBC...
