"Angel... earlier... you didn't... umm..."
"I didn't what?" he mumbled, his face buried back between her neck and the slope of her shoulder.
She seemed to search for what word to go with before taking a deep breath, trying to hide the fact she was back to blushing despite him not even looking at her right then. "You didn't... uh... f-finish?"
"Oh." No truer words had been spoken, his body was happy to remind him of that bit of business.
"W-was I doing something wrong?"
Angel quickly shook his head, slowly leaning back up to be face to face with her. "No, god no. Very much the opposite."
Buffy's eyes met his then quickly looked back away. "You stopped me... that... though..."
"Mmm, that wasn't about you doing anything wrong," he repeated. "Or you doing anything I didn't absolutely, fully enjoy because I think that was fairly obvious I was enjoying you and your latest explorations," he kissed her quickly. "It's more one of those unwritten rules that ladies should go first, especially if this is all new to them. Besides, I thought I might lose my mind having to wait any longer to touch you, too."
Buffy seemed to relax a little then, at some point they had managed to slip back beneath covers but that was the only thing covering her at least. Tracing a finger along the side of his neck she slowly trailed it over his shoulder and down the length of his arm until finally her palm spread back across his abdomen. Pressed firmly against his side, she hooked one of her legs around his at the same time her fingertips dipped inside the elastic of his boxers all over again.
His shorts long ago abandoned, he was all too aware that she was removing the last and final barrier between them. He went to help her kick them off, but she caught his gaze and slowly shook her head. For a second he was confused as she threw the material to the side then she crawled the rest of the way over him until she was nestled between his thighs, her face level with his twitching manhood.
Her eyes widened as the hard length seemed to move all on its own, wrapping her hand around him the best she could, she watched in amazement as a single bead of moisture seeped from the purple tip when she glided her palm against the soft skin. She kept up the motion for a few minutes relishing in the breathy sighs coming from him, then when another drop of the clear liquid appeared she mustered all of the courage within her. Without the slightest clue as to what she was getting herself into, she only hoped that what she was about to do wasn't completely wrong.
The second her soft lips surrounded him a string of soft curses flew from his mouth. It was taking everything he had to stay still, to not thrust against her, to not grab her hair or force himself deeper, and for someone with no experience she sure was managing to rush him towards oblivion.
Taking a page from his book, she tried to follow his cues. When his hips would start rocking or those soft sighs started getting deeper she would lighten her movements, or let him slip from her mouth all together. She wasn't sure which of them was enjoying this more if she were being honest, there was just something about seeing him come so undone and knowing it was because of her that sent a thrill through her she just didn't even begin to know how to describe.
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If he had learned anything about the damn woman currently intent on driving him to the brink of insanity, it was that she gave as good as she received. He had long ago lost count of the number of times he'd started to warn her that he was about to come, only to have her pull away and start giggling, or climb up his chest and press her lips to his as though that was supposed to calm him down.
Finally she seemed to have sensed that he was nearing that point of desperation she had been at earlier, keeping up with the rhythm of her palm, she swirled her tongue around the mushroom tip every time he slid from her warmth. Seemingly having lost all control of hips, his fingers lightly tangled in her hair as he tried the best he could not to be too rough with her.
Finding his voice, he struggled out some form of a strangled warning, but she just ignored him, and instead chose that exact moment to take him as deep as she could possibly manage.
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Once the stars subsided he wasted no time gathering her back in his arms and rolling her back beneath him while he kissed her until they were breathless all over again. Her thighs cradling him, he tried his best not to get to worked up, but feeling her warmth against him, it was a losing fucking battle. Pressing his lips hard against hers one last time, he leaned back a little so he could peer down at the beauty beneath him. Her hair was a tousled mess, the lightest dusting of sweat still sat on her brow, any trace of makeup she had on was long gone, but none of that mattered, she was still without a doubt the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
He nuzzled his nose against her own, "I'm becoming more and more convinced that someone out there made you just for me."
She sighed softly, "At this point I'm pretty sure I could be convinced anything's possible when it comes to you."
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She wasn't sure when but at some point they had fallen back asleep, and luckily for her she had been the one to wake up first which meant she got a few moments to just get lost in the man she was currently pillowed against. Watching him sleep, his arm wrapped firmly around her, she couldn't help but send out some silent thoughts, or prayers, or whatever you wanted to call it to whoever would listen. Not necessarily for herself, she knew better than to even hope for herself to have a happy ending in all this, but for him.
When the time came, when the powers caught on to what had developed between the two of them, when they realized that she had broken the number one rule, and she had no doubt they would, then she hoped they would be able to find a way to spare him. Even though she knew he would fight it, would swear that it wasn't what he wanted, she prayed that when it was time they would have enough mercy on him to wipe her from his memories.
He deserved to move on once she was, wherever the hell it was she was now destined to go. More than anything she hoped for him to find happiness again, and as much as it hurt her, she really did hope that one day he would find someone else to fall in love with. Because that's what this was, that was one thing about this whole scenario she was sure about, afterall she more than anyone had witnessed enough of it to know.
So lost in her thoughts she hadn't even realized he had woken up, clearing her throat she quickly tried to hide any evidence of the sadness she was sure had been showing on her face. "Hey," Angel whispered, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Waking up to find her looking so upset definitely wasn't something that he'd been expecting, shifting them a bit, he rolled to his side until they were nose to nose. "Talk to me," he pleaded, brushing a few strands of hair back from her face.
Squeezing her eyes shut, her head shook softly, "It's nothing," she tried to lie, "I'm fine."
His stare hardened, "Everything's going to be okay," he whispered softly, sensing just what this was about. "I promise beautiful whatever happens, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, no lengths I wouldn't go to Buffy. Trust me we're going to be okay."
She sighed, she hated that he'd woken up and seen her all wrapped up in her own head like this, all lost in the worries she was trying so hard to ignore but they always seemed to still linger near and come to the surface when she had even a moment too long to herself. Angel was nothing short of amazing when it came to distracting her from the real world issues out there but that did only go so far.
Unsure of what to say without repeating themselves over yet again on this particular subject matter, she just swallowed hard and nodded her head a little, closing her eyes as his lips briefly slanted across hers. His touch was as light as a feather but carried the heavy emotions behind it all the same.
Sometimes, especially in the tiniest of moments like this, she really did wonder if there was something out there in the world trying to tell her that this was all okay like he kept promising, that whatever in the hell this was between her and Angel was actually meant to be somehow. Crazy as that was...
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Since they really didn't have anything big scheduled out for today, there was absolutely no rush hanging over their heads to get out of bed or out of one another's arms and Angel set his sights on erasing whatever thoughts she had swirling in her head, doubting them from her mind.
Rolling over so he was cautiously laid out on top of her, his light touches and swift kisses quickly ignited into endless determination to prove himself to her all over again.
He knew that at the end of the day he too had an endless amount of worries he tried to not get caught up just the same as her, he knew that there was next to nothing about her world or about the beings she worked for, and from what he could tell there was a good chance that if they decided that what he and Buffy were doing was in the wrong anything could happen... but he couldn't let himself get lost in all of that mess. It did nothing but make him feel hopeless and desperate if he gave into it, he just hoped with all he had he could get it through enough to her and therefore to whoever might be out there paying unneeded attention to them.
So, he put everything he could into what he did have control over in the here and now.
He had right now and he could tell her how he felt, show her. He could prove to her like this a million times over that she was the only one he wanted, was going to want, that like it or not his wish had been granted in one hell of an unexpected way.
He could show her everything she deserved and had been missing out on for all this time she'd been out there helping everyone else under the sun, do his best to give her any damn thing she wanted, make her feel wanted, needed, loved. Help her see herself more like he did.
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Despite the two of them throwing out a number of ideas of things they could go see or enjoy with the rest of the day, neither of them necessarily seemed up for any of it. Buffy was without question excited for their scheduled adventures still to come and the idea of doing one of those riverboat tours she kept seeing advertised, or maybe going to a museum or two, visiting shops in some of the other cities and everything else... it felt a little wasteful to not pack themselves full of fun and culture and everything around them... but at the same time a little relaxation and down time to still get adjusted wasn't the end of the world either.
Angel did suggest that if nothing else they could always find something close by to do, maybe find themselves off to the pool or indulge in some of the spa services offered... but as of yet they'd not done much other than spend a hefty amount of time in bed together, which was far from what nightmares were made of, each of them getting in a shower and changing, and finding some food to snack on. Not that she was voicing any complaints.
Leaning back more comfortably on the sofa, she threw her legs easily over Angel's lap, earning a small smile from him as he continued reading through the little pamphlet in his hands of the different packages offered for the pampering services.
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Buffy hadn't really thought of it much, but when Angel had started questioning her on how different she felt acting more like a regular ol' human with this whole little journey, about the lack of magic usage, the lack of endless reciting of rules back to him due to his antics and doing all the tasks under the sun for others and all, and truthfully she didn't find it to be anywhere near the change she kept imagining beforehand. It was kind of freeing in its own sense, to feel more attached to the world around her rather than focusing on that great divide between everything, to feel more like everyone else for once.
Other than probably the fleeting panic on the plane, she really hadn't even had the urge to snap her fingers and make something extraordinary happen with the use of her powers. It was rather nice to just slow down and... be.
Needless to say, she wasn't exactly missing the mission she had been sent here to do in the first place at the moment either.
And the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that no matter what, with this trip or not, sooner or later they were bound to wind up in a position like this anyway. There were only so many glances that could be ignored, only so much setting him up with literally anyone who wasn't her, it eating her upside and pretending it wasn't, that they would have survived through.
She had always loved the job, loved what she had always viewed as her purpose in the world, but in these past few days it had also been amazing to feel like she didn't have to be more than just herself, to feel as though she could matter in a different light, too, she could be herself in more ways than bits and pieces as the days started to blend together in between charges.
She'd never really even questioned it, never had a reason to... but God, how that had changed since this man rocked her whole existence. She knew one way or another the life she had known was not going to be the same waiting for her in the near future. It seemed to silently hang in the air, the unsaid question of if she would even be willing to simply give it up - as if that would even be offered. Right now that felt a little too heavy to answer but in her heart she had a pretty good idea of where she would lean on that.
Not that it would matter anyway.
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"If you don't stop that, whoever comes back in here is going to see a whole lot more than they signed up for," Angel whispered, his voice husky and deep. After grabbing another quick bite to eat they had eventually decided to try out a couple of the spa services. Of course they had been taken back to a private room together, an idea that had done nothing but intrigue him until now. Now, he was standing there letting her undress him and all he could think about was how much he wished they never left the damn room.
With a slowness he hadn't thought possible, he stood entranced, forcing his arms still as she ticked open every single last button before finally pushing the fabric over his shoulders. Not caring he barely even noticed his shirt hitting the floor, instead his attention focused on her fingers raking down his chest. He only thought he'd wanted her before today, but now after tasting her, after feeling her come undone against him, he needed her more than he needed air to breathe.
He whispered her name, but she ignored him, while continuing her new journey of exploration. Her small hands had just started to work the button of his shorts when a soft knock interrupted them. The small woman poked her head inside to ask if they were ready, he had been about half a second away from telling the lady they weren't anywhere near done when he heard Buffy tell her to please come in.
A low rumble sounded in his chest which caused her to giggle, she tried to step away but he didn't care who was in the room, latching his own hand around her wrist he forcefully tugged her back into his arms. Then before she could object or pull back, he slotted his mouth over hers, taking advantage of her soft sigh of surprise to slip his tongue between her lips.
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She was learning that teasing Angel was becoming one of her most favorite ways to pass the time. Before this trip and everything else she'd been so focused on keeping things between them as professional as she could manage in some attempt to disway his infatuation with her, but oddly enough, and for no where near the first time these last few days she found herself questioning how she'd ever managed such a feat.
The looks he kept giving her all during their massage had her thinking he was about ready to snap at any moment, shoo all the people away and whisk her right off that table and back to the room. An idea that excited her far more than it should.
"Take a picture with me," he asked her softly, wrapping one of his arms around her waist, pulling her on his lap. After their massages they'd wandered around a bit more to see what all the resort had to offer, eventually ending up by the pool.
She struck a few silly poses, sticking out her tongue, holding her fingers up behind his hair, before finally settling against him, then tilting her head to brush her lips across his cheek.
"There," he whispered, his arms tightening instinctively around her. "Now there's proof."
"Proof of what?" she grinned.
"That this is real, that you are," he smirked.
Taking a deep breath she tried not to let her thoughts drift to how heavy his statement was. She knew he hadn't meant anything by it, but given her situation she just couldn't help it. The truth was, she wasn't real, at least not according to this world, and the reality was that after everything was said and done, a few simple pictures just wouldn't be enough.
"Hey," he whispered, then added, "I didn't mean it like that."
Turning a bit so she could face him more, her head shook where it rested against him, "It's fine," she tried to smile.
But it wasn't, everytime he let himself get to the point where he could almost pretend that they really were just some normal couple, something would happen or come up and reality would slam right back into him. As much as he wished he could just put all that stuff away and never think about it again, he knew that wasn't possible forever, but he had absolutely zero qualms about living in some fairytale bubble while they were.
Shifting her a little, he repositioned her so that she was straddling him, her knees coming to rest against his thighs, while his feet dangled in the water. "Any ideas on what you want to do tonight?" he asked a few moments after forcing his lips away from hers.
"Mmm," she touched her lips to his again, silently welcoming the change of subject. "Wellll," she drawled slowly, "I was kind of thinking maybe we'd done enough today." Her teeth raked over her lip just as her pulse kicked up a few notches. " That maybe we should take tonight do some of that living in the moment stuff you keep talking about."
The world itself seemed to disappear as her words slowly registered. He was sure that there wasn't anything on this earth he wanted more than her, but he also wasn't trying to push her into anything she might later regret. "Buffy…" he said her name in what almost felt like a warning.
Pressing a finger to his lips, her head shook once again. "Don't," she whispered, "As much as we keep trying to pretend that we have all the time in the world, we both know that isn't the case when it comes to us," she swallowed hard before continuing "We're already well passed the point of no return here, and I don't want to waste anymore of the short amount of time we have left here second guessing or wondering what if…" she trailed off, "I just want to know what it feels like to really be with you before it's too late."
His heart both swelled and ached, he wanted to reassure that they would be fine, that there had to be a way and he wouldn't stop until it was found, but he knew it was futile. Deep down he knew that no matter how strong he was, or determined when it came down to it he didn't stand a chance next to the forces they were facing. They were quite literally going on nothing but blind faith, and he hated every bit of it. Trailing one hand up her back, he tangled his fingers in her hair, then pressed his lips to hers trying to convey everything he was feeling into the simple act.
Then finally, once his lungs burned too bad to ignore he pulled back just enough to lock onto her emerald orbs, "Come on," he finally managed, his voice husky and full of emotion, as he somehow managed to choke back what he really wanted to tell her.
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She'd been so lost in thoughts about the man next to her, about where they currently found themselves, and how far their relationship had come in such a short amount of time, she hadn't even noticed Angel stopping to lift her up as they reached the top of the stairs. At least not until moments later as her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, the smallest sound escaping from between her lips as his warm body pressed her back against the door once he stepped close enough to reach it, her hips bearing her forward and down against his erection.
Buffy's eyes fell shut as his forehead touched hers, their noses barely brushing, heaviness hung in the air around them, one last moment given she supposed to change her mind but he didn't realize how far past that point she already was when it came to him, to them. There was no going back now, and as much as that seemed terrifying... it also carried some thrill to it too she guessed, there was only moving forward left to do and gaining everything she possibly could out of this before... Well... just before...
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Angel's own head was flooded with memories, a strange stirring feeling taking over in the middle of his chest, one he was all too familiar with when it came to Buffy. Hell when it had come to Buffy well before he even knew she was the one who'd been plaguing his dreams and thoughts for all those years at that.
More than anything when he had stood in his kitchen as midnight crept closer, as he stared into the flame of that little throwaway candle on top of the cupcake that seemed to put so much of what was going on right now into motion, he'd wished for that feeling, for someone to make him feel anywhere near what those images invoked every single time. He'd been chasing that for years now and nothing had ever come close... not until she popped in out of nowhere.
He'd wanted this, he'd wanted her... Nothing on this planet or the next, in this realm or the next, could convince him of anything else. He had long since given up trying to understand any of it because it made his brain feel like it was about to break... the how's, why's, wish granting genie people out there, Powers That Be... all of it was just too much for him to even try and grasp. But he knew at least that much... he believed at least that much. He'd made a wish and despite how crazy it was... it had come true in the form of this woman.
He'd wanted the peaceful purely content moments that had lived in those dreams, the ones that didn't stand out but in the big picture were everything. This want, need, excitement to never go away, the nervousness that mixed in with all the more intimate moments he craved far too damn much when it came to her.
He wanted the big moments. The imagined life where they would be together through anything, where they would date, argue and make up, wind up living together, making a habit out of making the most of every day together, decided on a forever and made it happen.
And the weight of that felt like it was enough to crush him.
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Buffy's fingernails scraped against his scalp as she moved her hands to the back of his head, gently pulling him closer until their lips found one another once more. Using one arm to keep a hold of her, he blindly reached his other toward the door to unlock it so they could slip back inside.
Buffy's heart already felt like it was thundering inside her chest as she found herself in the exact same position as they'd been in outside against the door, just now inside and against one of the walls of the foyer area. Angel's warm palm slipped from the curve of her hip and began following a pathway down her leg until he reached the strap of her shoe, easily freeing her from its confides and letting it drop carelessly to the floor. As his fingertips returned, they dug into her hip, trying to draw her as close to him as possible. And with a soft thud, its mate soon found a similar ending.
Angel carted her off a few feet over, easing her down onto the console table, doing their best not to knock anything off of it in the process. Buffy eased the vase over slightly before her hands returned to Angel, tugging at the bottom of his shirt before sliding their way upwards until she was able to pretty much repeat its removal process as she'd done earlier at the spa.
Items of clothing continued to be strewn about as the pair continued through the condo, most of which lost as they stopped together on the sofa, Angel's body perfectly covering over her own.
Shooting him a small pout when he stopped her from easing a hand below his waistband any further, he slipped his hand over hers, bringing them together over her head. Still pouting, she earned a smirk down from his handsome face before dropping a handful of playful kisses across her face.
It didn't take much for the playfulness to ease back into determination, her entire body feeling as though it was humming as his head began to dip lower, leaving behind a warm trail down the side of her neck, peppering kisses along her collarbone, her shoulder, randomly along her chest.
The hold he'd had on her hand gone, replaced now as he cupped both breasts in his warm hands. She moaned his name softly, reaching for the edge of the sofa arm behind her, her hips squeezing tighter around Angel as she felt his tongue against one of her aching peaks.
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Finally making their way back into the bedroom, Buffy happily remedied the fact he still had too much clothing on and how it was very much in the way of her seeing, touching, and feeling him exactly as she wished to.
Buffy's hand immediately reached for him, wrapping around the rigid flesh the best she could before gliding her palm up and down his length. Still feeling like she was in a trance every time she was in this sort of position with this man, Buffy's eyes widened as she continued to stroke him, every now and then flickering to his face, the desire in his eyes nearly knocking the breath out of her every time.
Her mind was muddled as she tried to imagine him inside of her, and she was pretty sure that's about where his head was at this point too, which only stirred her on more. Leading him across the room, she backed toward the bed even as her hand continued to work him, easing herself up onto the edge and drawing him closer between her thighs, having to wet her lips as she remembered exactly how he had tasted, how he had felt in her mouth, against her tongue.
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