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Angel took in a deep breath of Buffy scent and smiled. He would never get tired of her smell and right now it was mixed with their combined sex and it was intoxicating. He smiled as he dug his face a little deeper into her hair.
"What are you smiling about?" She questioned him with a sleepy voice.
"How do you know I'm smiling?"
"I can feel it, feel you. And you are smiling really loud." She pushed her backside further into him, feeling his immediate response. "And you are really so easy." She giggled, reaching behind to let her fingers run along his length.
He hissed at the sensation. "It's been a long time between for me sweetheart, so I have a lot to make up for." His hand reached down to squeeze her backside as she kept up her rhythmic motion. "Umm, yeah…" he growled deep within his chest, "besides, we have to keep up appearances for the Angelus groupies. I think a week in bed with my mate wouldn't be amiss, do you?"
"No, not at all." She lifted her leg back over his hip to allow him access and moaned deeply as he swiftly entered her. "Angel…Angel…please…"
"Always baby." He grabbed her hips and pulled her tight to him as he began to thrust in and out of her, losing all cohesive thought, her name becoming his mantra.
Much later, Buffy lay on Angel's chest, her hand drawing small circles. "Are we doing the right thing? Staying here?"
He stilled her hand with his so he could think. "We're doing what we need to do, sweetheart. Neither you nor I could live with ourselves if we ran away, you know that. As for the others, they've never backed down from a fight and they won't start now. I think it's as much for Xander and all the other loved ones that they've lost as it is for themselves. Or for you. Someone has to make a stand and it might as well be us." He looked down into her eyes, "We started this baby and we have to try to finish it."
She nodded. "You're right, we have to finish it." She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes, satisfied with his answer and sure in their decision.
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Spike stifled a groan as he watched Tara rise naked from their bed to relight a candle that had gone out. She turned and smiled at him. "I love to make love to you by candle light, your skin…it shimmers like alabaster." She lowered her head, embarrassed by her admission.
He growled as he reached for her. "Baby, I love that you love my body. Never be ashamed to tell me." His hands traced over her curves. "Because I love every inch of yours. The fullness of your breast, your dusty rose-colored nipples, do you know they were a light pink when we first made love? They've turned a rich, deep dusty rose and they've gotten larger, delicious, mmm..." he nipped at one lightly with his teeth as he felt the heat of her blush, "I adore the swell of your hips, so full, the body of a woman, a real woman." His fingertips ran down the length of her thigh tuning back up the inside, coming to stop at her juncture. "Oh baby, I love all of you, so perfect." His hand began to move in her. Tara's breathing became labored as she felt him, listened to his voice, believing his words.
"You really think I'm beautiful. You really love my body." It was a statement, not a question, her voice was deep with passion.
"Baby. You are a goddess, mother earth. All things sensual and sexual. I have never felt this way Tara." A deep moan escaped his throat as his tongue began its downward journey.
Tara shivered as her body arched into her lover. "Spike…oh goddess…Spike." she gasped and her hands went to his head, her fingers convulsing in his scalp. "You make me feel beautiful." She said breathlessly.
Spike lifted his head and he came back up to look into her eyes. "Princess, you are beautiful. You're the stuff artists wet dreams are made of." He spread her legs and entered her, unable to wait any longer. "And you are mine. I did nothing to deserve you but I will keep you for as long as you'll have me." He began to move into her, his voice losing control. "Mine, mine…"
Tara wrapped her legs around his hips, her fingers clawing at him, "Yours…yours…always yours." Her breath was coming in hard gasps as Spike brought her closer to the edge. He moved faster, deeper as she came hard. "Gods! I love you!" His thrust became erratic as he followed her, falling onto her, he rolled onto his back bringing her with him. "I love you." He repeated softly.
Finally finding her voice Tara whispered into his neck. "And I love you, with my whole heart Spike. My whole life." She held a hand to her abdomen. "I love you and I love that you are in me. I will stay in any kind of world with you for any amount of time that the gods and goddesses give us."
He lifted himself up on his elbows to look down at her. "Baby, we will be together for a very long time and I will always be in you, with you. I am yours here or anywhere. Do you trust me baby, do you believe me?"
She looked into his eyes and smiled. "I will always believe in you."
"Then believe this. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, to keep you safe. If you want to stay here, I'll fight the entire world if you ask me to. You've given me life Tara, you are my life." He took her face in his hands. "Do you believe me baby?"
Her breath shook as the intense emotions wracked her body. "I never knew I could feel like this Spike and it's because of you. I believe you. I will always believe you."
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Cordelia ran her hands down Giles' chest, a whisper light touch that he was so familiar with. "Baby girl, we really should get up and get back to working on that spell the girls discovered." He sighed as her hands continued their journey down his body.
"Well," she whispered huskily, "I think that spell has probably been around centuries so another hour or two won't really matter, don't you agree?" She began to nibble on his chest, sending shivers throughout his body and causing the reaction she had been waiting for. He laughed and pushed her onto her back.
"I suppose an hour or two will be alright in the whole scheme of things." Giles looked down on the face of the young woman who had become his salvation. Her straight forward look at life, her enjoyment and pleasure at the things she use to take for granted. Her growth. And the love she had lavished on him. Yes, she had made this world bearable. She allowed him to wake every morning in her arms and be able to face a new day.
She didn't recognize the look on his face. "What? Come on, we only have a couple of hours, remember? Let's get to it." She giggled, trying to lighten his mood.
"Oh sweet, I do love you so." He kissed her deeply and Cordelia was unable to move. It was the first time he had told her that. She felt it, she had a deep knowledge that he did love her. But she had been unable to push him, to ask him what his feelings were. The fact that he came to their bed every night, the fact that he regarded all things with her in mind, it had been enough. But this.
She pushed him away to look at him into his eyes. "Say it again." Her voice was almost a whisper.
He smiled, "I Rupert Giles, do love you, Cordelia Chase with all my being. I think I would have most certainly perished without you. And I plan on spending the rest of my days showing you just how much you are loved and cherished." He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking and nipping at her erect nipples. His tongue began the now familiar quest that took him to her core as he opened her legs, allowing himself the pleasure of tasting all her delights.
Cordelia arched her back, trying to keep the tears from escaping. He loved her, he really loved her. It wasn't guilt, or complacency, or sex. It was love. "Giles," she moaned deeply. "Oh god Giles, please. I need you inside. Please." She was begging and he smiled at the sounds coming from her.
"Whatever you want my love." He brought himself up and positioned himself between her legs, reaching for the box of condoms on the nightstand. Her hand stopped him. "Baby?" He questioned her.
"No, I want to feel all of you. I don't care what happens. I love you and I want all of you. Please."
Giles took a shaky breath, knowing what the consequences might be and was amazed that he didn't really mind. "Are you sure you are ready for what might happen? And in this world Cordelia, are you ready for that?"
"Mmmm, I want all of you. This is our world, we've chosen to stay and we have to live in it, I am not putting anything on hold on the off chance that things may get better. I want a real life with you. I want your babies. I want to show you just how ready I am to love you for always." She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him into her and he followed. And then he realized he would always follow this young woman, to the ends of the earth or to any alternate dimension they may inhabit. He loved her and there was really nothing else to consider as he lost himself inside of her.
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"So, the decision has been made I suppose." Willow lay in Oz's arms and ran her fingers over his hand. "Are you sure? We could start a safe, new life somewhere else. Are you sure? I mean, we might…we could…do you know what I mean?"
Oz chuckled. "What about you? Are you sure? I'll go wherever you want to go. Or wherever you want to stay. This is our home Will. It was taken from us. Maybe it was because of Buffy, maybe not. Maybe it would've happened anyway. Everyone thinks it was all her fault, but what if…what if this was all meant to be? What if Buffy did what would've happened anyway? Or what if not? And what does it matter? Here is where we are." He sat up on his haunches and looked down at his lover. "What do you want? I'll do what you want. My life is you."
"Boy, you sure made up for all the monosyllable conversations we've ever had with that little speech." She giggled. "I don't want to leave here. Besides you, everyone I love is here, everyone who loves me. It was my home, but will it ever be our home again? I'm scared Oz. Will I ever not be scared?"
"I don't know babe. We can try. That's all we can do I guess."
"Okay, so we stay and we fight then. We fight to get our home back." She kneeled forward and kissed him. "Sealed with a kiss. We stay."
He pushed Willow back onto the bed and gave her a wicked smile. "Sealed with a kiss and any other bodily fluids you'd like to share."
Willow giggled again. "You are so bad. I think you've been hanging out with Spike a little too much."
"Ummm…maybe." He began his nightly ritual of worshipping her body. He loved her body almost as much as he loved her. "Or maybe he's been hanging out with me a little too much."