Chapter 3

Buffy stepped out to the pavement, walking towards the club. The past three days were a blur. After spending a whole night and half a day at Lindsey's, Buffy still wasn't satisfied. Lindsey tried his hardest and Buffy truly appreciated all his efforts but it wasn't enough. The remaining days were filled with sexual romps with lovers, ex-lovers and two random men she met at a party. But every night as she curled in her own bed, the handsome stranger filled her dreams and in there, he was her lover, fulfilling her every erotic desire.

Tonight, she was alone, not feeling up to any company. She didn't feel like staying in tonight and needed a drink. She just wanted to dance, get wasted and hopefully find a one-night stand to complete the night. The bouncer pulled the curtain back for her to enter and she immediately went straight to the bar to nurse her bothered mind.

Angelus sat at the corner nursing his whiskey. He took Xander's advice and didn't go to the club called Noise, in hopes to catch a glimpse of the blonde woman haunting him. Tonight he was at Teal, a club he frequents. This club was a tad mellower than Noise. There was dancing and music but nothing like the sort of loud garbage Noise was playing.

He sipped the potent drink and looked around at the patrons milling about their business. He saw a few ladies batting their eyelashes and he wanted to ignore them, not in the mood for company. But when a third woman raised her glass, to be polite, he reciprocated, smiling at her.

Taking his smile as a cue, the brunette made her way to him and he inwardly groaned but put on his poker face and politely introduced himself when she sat next to him.

"Name's Meghan", she held out her hand.

"Angelus", shaking her offered hand.

"Martini please", Buffy ordered, sliding into the stool.

Her eyes roamed the club. This wasn't a club she was used to but one of her clients mentioned that they had good music and well, Buffy can never turn down good music. As she sipped her drink, another was placed in front of her.

"Compliments from the gentleman there", the bartender said.

She looked up to see a tall, blonde man smiling at her. She studied his appearance. Fairly athletic, good-looking in a boring sort of way but he had nice arms…she raised her brows in approval and smiled flirtatiously at him.

Moments later, he was next to her, striking up a conversation. Buffy turned on her charm, laughing at his jokes and touching his arm, chest and shoulders at appropriate intervals. After about 30 minutes, she was grazing his thigh and he had his arm around her.

When a slow song came on, Buffy smiled inwardly knowing that it was time for the final act of her seduction. She pulled his hand to lead him to the dance floor.

"Oh no, I don't dance", he said, pulling his hand away.

"Come on, it's a slow one. We'll just sway to the music".

"No, you don't understand. I have two left feet".

"And I've got two right ones so we're a perfect match" and she pulled him off the stool, leading him to the dance floor.

When they reached the dancefloor, she pulled his arms around her and leaned close, swaying to the gentle melody. Helpless against her charm, he simply moved following her every move and she grinned. She wasn't going home alone tonight.

Angelus' lips were locked onto the brunette as she greedily suckled it. He didn't know who started the kiss…this wasn't like him. He didn't sleep around or kissed a strange woman he just met. Perhaps it was motivated by the whiskey but he wasn't going to deny himself some form of release after practically getting blue balls from his dreams of a certain blonde. Maybe this was a way to get over her.

As the brunette began to delve into his mouth, he welcomed it but finding that she doesn't taste as sweet as his dream woman. He ignored the thought and leaned towards her, pulling her into his arms, convincing himself that she would do.

"You want to get out of here?" he offered.

She looked startled but croaked an 'okay'. He threw a few twenties on the table before standing up and she quickly followed, grabbing her purse.

He moved through the throng of people towards the exit and as he walked past the dance floor, a shimmer of gold caught the corner of his eye and he halted. He turned to see the same hazel-green eyes that's been haunting him, staring right back.

Buffy turned in his arms wanting to grind her behind against him. This move of hers has never failed and looks like she'll succeed again. The blonde man leaned his face against the crook of her neck, groaning in her ear as she hastened her action to harden his manhood. Buffy skilfully trapped his strength in between her cheeks and discreetly moved up and down creating friction and he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

She looked around at the couples, some moving sensuously with each other, others in innocent embrace. She could see a couple at the corner necking and she grinned, thinking that she wasn't the only one getting lucky tonight.

When the man stood and turned to make his way through the crowd, no doubt to continue somewhere private, Buffy stilled. Before her was the man of her dreams. He was here, in front of her necking another woman and an unfamiliar emotion flushed through her and the next thing she knew, like a call to its mate, their eyes met.

That intensity, that lust and hunger was clearly conveyed despite the distance they had. Buffy licked her lips, feeling the warming of her core. What is it about this man? It was only a few seconds but as though they had conversed, both understood what to do next.

She turned to the blonde man and whispered, "I'll be right back" and Angelus told Meghan "I need the gents. Be right back". Both of them disappeared back into the crowd leaving their potential lover with no intention of returning. Buffy grabbed her jacket and purse leaving by the back door and like a moth to a flame, Angelus followed not far behind.

She led them towards a motel she's familiar with, conveniently located about a mile away. Throughout the whole time, Buffy kept her eyes forward, knowing that he was trailing behind her. Not her first time there, Buffy nodded her head in greeting to the front desk manager, Bob and threw a wad of bills. He simply snickered and gave her the key.

She walked up the stairs toward the room and unlocked the door, turning around to see the dark haired man ascend the last few steps, sauntering towards her. She turned the knob and walked backwards entering the room, her eyes now a dark moss, filled with hunger and desire she never felt before.

Angelus stalked towards her almost menacingly and when the doors closed, he hastened his pace to close the distance and she swiftly reversed before gasping as her back met the wall. He licked his lips and leaned his forehead against hers. Buffy was startled but didn't tear her eyes away.

"I'm Angelus", he whispered.

"Buffy".

"Well, now that we've gotten acquainted…" and his lips mauled hers.

"Mmmm", she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. She delved her tongue into his mouth, desperate to taste him and god, he tasted even better than her dreams. His hands pushed her jacket off and she reciprocated, throwing his leather duster to the floor. Her hands began to unbutton his shirt but he wasn't patient, wanting her fingers to trail his chest so he simply ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere and chucking it away, not caring where the shirt went.

Buffy granted his wish and began running her fingers on his muscular body, scratching them and he hissed against her lips. He broke away from her lips and found her neck biting and suckling it as his hand grazed the hem of her little black dress and pulling it up over her head, hurling it across the room, loving that all she had was a black lacy thong. He leaned and immediately suckled the perfect globes, biting the nubs until they harden alternating between the right and left side. Soon, he found himself missing her luscious lips and returned, immediately seeking her tongue, biting and sucking the sweet tender appendage. His hand fumbled with his belt wanting to quickly free his suffocating strength. She assisted and together pulled his pants and boxers off leaving him nude. The moment Buffy held his shaft and began stroking it, he broke their kiss, gasping at how her small fingers easily manipulated his rather large manhood.

Buffy revelled at how warm and strong he was. He was big and she found herself excited at the mere thought of him filling her. She quickly pulled her thong off and jumped up, wrapping her legs around him. He easily caught her, wrapping his arms around her delicate back.

She gazed at him and he understood her hunger,not wanting to wait one more moment. Taking his manhood, he guided it to her core and rubbed the shaft back and forth her slit and she gasped at how easily his tip brushed her distended clit. He began to enter her and her eyes widened at how much he was stretching her. Angelus relished in her warmth as she slowly swallowed him, knowing that if he wasn't careful, he would come right there. Her walls were gripping him so tightly it was driving him insane. Before either of them were ready, their natural lubricant suddenly made his strength slip further into her, devouring him whole. Buffy whimpered and struggled for breath. He made her so full and fit her so perfectly. Angel's eyes widened at how her walls quivered, squeezing and pulsating against his shaft.

"Fuck!" he cursed, squeezing his eyes in concentration to tame his strength.

Moments passed before he began thrusting. Buffy's legs gripped his waist tighter and he slowly moved back and forth.

"Oh wow", she exclaimed as his cadence increased. His every thrust was wonderful, grazing and brushing her in all the right places. It wasn't long before their copulation became vigorous. He slammed her against the wall and proceeded to pound into her mercilessly. Oh god, she was coming and she was gonna come hard.

'Oh shit…I'm coming…' Buffy thought, astounded how this man just knew how to touch her, how, to tease her, how to fill her. He was perfect.

Encouraged, Angelus pounded even harder, his orbs slapping roughly against her core and she screamed. Soon, she wrapped herself tightly around him and her whole body shook, her essence squirting uncontrollably dripping on his feet and the floor. Angelus stopped his ministrations allowing her to come down from her high and catch her breath.

Returning from the ecstasy he brought her, she realised he was still deeply seated inside her and he was throbbing. She could feel his heart hammering against her breast and knew he was desperate for release. She wouldn't deny him. After that mind blowing orgasm he gave her, she would give him anything he wanted. She hardly squirted and could probably count with one hand the number of times that happened. But Angelus managed to do it their first time together, making her excited on how the rest of their copulation will fare.

She leaned in to him to capture his lips again. It was weird but it was as though she was addicted to Angelus' mouth, finding he tasted even more delicious than the last time they kissed. She could imagine kissing them forever…wait…what?

Shaking off her weird train of thoughts, she broke the kiss and squeezed her walls making him whimper.

"Tell me what you want…You can put it anywhere and I'll do anything…so tell me", she whispered, licking his lips.

Angelus pulled back, his lust-filled mind was running amok staring into her eyes, slowly weighing his options before deciding.

"Ride me", he said boldly.

She smiled and kissed him again, unable to resist. She nodded and replied, "The bed", wanting him to take her there. He did as asked and sat on the edge. Buffy pushed him on his back and he wordlessly laid against the mattress. Buffy shifted, placing her knees on either side of his hips, pleasured at the occasional grunts he made from the sensation his strength felt from her movements.

She leaned down and traced her tongue around his lips before plunging into his mouth. For some moments, she massaged his appendage playing the game of thrust and parry, all the while moving slowly up and down his shaft.

Wanting more friction, she suddenly sat up and heard him whine at the loss of her sweet lips but quickly moaned as she began moving harshly on his cock. Her movements gained speed and intensity and soon, their joined parts made loud slapping noise every time she slammed down. She began galloping him like a prized horse and he opened his eyes to see the seductive vision she presented. Her hands were holding his chest as leverage as she bounced on him, her breasts jiggled sensuously with every move she made. She was so fucking beautiful that he wished he could capture this moment forever.

Not able to resist the feel of her soft skin, he suddenly sat up wrapping his arms around her petite frame and her eyes opened in disbelief. Their eyes caught and she couldn't turn away. Hmmm...this was different. The chocolate pools were not just filled with lust. He wasn't staring at her like a mere vessel who was quenching his sexual desire but there was tenderness, emotions and if she was honest, a sort of affection.

Before Angelus, there were very few men who had looked at her that way seeing her simply as a good time and she was fine with it. She equally saw the men as a means to fulfill her highly sexual desire. The few that gave her that look of affection, she usually just turns away, not wanting to acknowledge their budding attachment to her but Angelus' gaze was so soft, so intimate that Buffy was flabbergasted and yet, she found herself unable to turn away…perhaps a part of her didn't want to.

While her mind was in a state of turmoil, he leaned up enticing her to a kiss and she greedily ate the delectable lips. His hands cupped her rear, squeezing the pert globes and she moaned, rewarding him with an even faster pace and rode harder. He broke away from her lips and gritted his teeth, feeling his climax approaching.

He gripped her tighter and after one last squeeze, he came, his hips uncontrollably jerked, his strength stabbing inside causing her to unexpectedly join him in sweet rapture with toes curling into the mattress. She panted as her whole body went lax, leaning into his neck,trying to catch her breath.

"That was…", she whispered moments later against his damp skin but was cut off when he bent his head, his lips seeking hers. He turned them around and laid her on the bed. The movement momentarily released him from her depths and Buffy weirdly hated the loss of him. Frowning, she briefly wondered, what the hell was wrong with her?

She didn't ponder long for Angelus parted her thighs and made her cradle his hips. Before she knew it, he was thrusting again with his lips still on hers, his tongue mimicking the movement of his shaft. She was quickly turned on again. What the hell is this man doing to her? She just came twice and now she was hungry for him again? It seems he didn't have to do much to turn her on and it wasn't like her. Yes, she was a highly sexual being but none of her partners had turn her on as easily as the man fucking her at this moment.

"Deeper please…please", she begged, her legs wrapping around him and her hands cupping his firm ass pushing him into her. Angelus grabbed her legs, causing her to unwrap from his waist. She didn't know what he was trying to do but followed his lead. He shifted slightly and made her bend both her knees so that it was against his chest and plunged intensely.

"Ohhhhh….goood god!" Buffy screamed, her eyes rolling back, amazed that with the new position, he was able to fill her even more deeply than before. She didn't think that it was even possible! Angelus pounded harder and dove down catching her lips, resumed shoving his tongue in her mouth.

He was so hard and strong, penetrating her so profoundly that she was drowning into an abyss of pleasure. She could hardly breathe but the taste of his lips was so intoxicating that she can't help but reciprocate his passion and vigour. Her dainty hands grabbing, squeezing and pushing him further into her, aiding his thrusts, wanting him so much more.

She broke the kiss needing breath but he wasted no time and began kissing her slender shoulder, savouring her taste, embedding it into his memory. Her fingers began clawing his back, loving how broad and muscular it was. He settled on her neck and began biting and sucking the skin intensely, wanting to mark her and Buffy moaned, digging her fingernails, egging him to intensify his ministrations.

And he did. He sucked harder, thrusted deeper and pounded faster. He was about to explode and he knew it was going to be powerful. He lifted his head from her neck and once more suckled her lips wanting her taste on his lips but overwhelmed with strong lust and desire for her, he could only rest the lips on hers momentarily before breaking away feeling ecstasy was close.

He pounded harder once, twice, thrice and by the forth time, he pounded her so hard that it propelled both their hips up to the air for a split second before he went lax, his hip piston into her uncontrollably as his milky goodness spurts into her. The act was her undoing as she came moments after, juices gushing out of her concocting with his, making their joined parts messy and wet.

Angelus rests his weight totally on her, the back of his mind nagging him to move, knowing he was rather heavy for the petite woman but physically unable to find any strength to do so. Buffy found his mass oddly welcoming. She didn't mind the weight one bit, wrapping her arms around him, holding him close to her.

Buffy stirred feeling a weight on her chest. Looking down she saw a dark head of hair, immediately remembering the man laying atop her. Recalling the night's memory, she could only smile. Last night was intense…scratch that…it was beyond intense and she has had A LOT of intense nights. She has had A LOT of sex, A LOT of great, unforgettable sex but what they did…there was no describing they did a few hours earlier.

She had thought that Scott Hope who was a perfect lover and then, there was Lindsey who was a great lover and Spike was a fun lay before he got all clingy. Of course, she had no less than a bevy of lovers that were fantastic at keeping her satisfied but eventually, she always exceeded them. She would get slightly jaded needing variety, switching lovers every now and then to quench her sexual appetite. But this man…he was insatiable. He matched her hunger, her passion and his every kiss, every thrusts turned her on in ways no man ever could.

He was fairly larger in physique and well endowed than most of the men she's had which under normal circumstances, wouldn't really matter to her. She's always game for any size and girth but Angelus felt perfect on top of her, inside of her, kissing her…it was a puzzling, unnerving feeling for her. She wasn't used to this fuzzy feeling towards anyone but Angelus invoked something in her and she was slightly uncomfortable.

Angelus roused, inhaling a deep breath before opening his eyes. His sight was greeted by a dusky nub and smiled. Unable to resist, he immediately latched onto the nipple and began suckling the tit. Buffy gasped, his ministration quickly warming her nether region. She threaded her fingers in his hair.

"Angel…" she moaned.

How strange...No one had ever called him that before. He was always Angelus to everyone…friends, family, ex-girlfriends but Buffy took it upon herself to shorten his name. Recalling their very satisfying romp, he didn't really notice, clearly blinded by the lust and rapture she brought him but throughout the night, whenever she was calling out his name, it was always Angel.

He released her breast and began kissing up her collarbone, neck before biting her earlobe. She gasped, raising her hips reflexively, grounding their cores…as though she has no control of her body. God, what was this man doing to her?

He chuckled and raised his face to her, kissing her lips tenderly. Buffy adored his lips. It was soft yet firm when she needed it to be…delicious and spicy and yet, there was a tinge of unexpected sweetness you wouldn't expect from such a strong and masculine man.

"Hi", he greeted when they broke apart.

Buffy pouted a little at the loss of his perfect lips.

"Hi", she replied.

"That was…" Angelus started to say.

Buffy was slightly nervous for the end of the sentence which was again weird because she never needed anyone to validate her prowess as a lover. She was pretty sure she was a pro and had a string of men to prove that but she was anxious of this man's thoughts of her. All these strange questions, weird emotions and peculiar second guessing was beginning to aggravate her. Again, she questioned, what was this man doing to her?

"…there are no words to describe it", he giggled.

"Try", she caressed his nape, coaxing a reply.

"Incredible…mind-blowing…wonderful can't even begin to describe it."

He cupped her cheek and grazed her lips with his thumb, answering her honestly, "You are amazing".

Buffy's heart soared but kept her face even, giving him a simple smile. Angelus returned her smile and his eyes began roaming her features. Her hair in disarray, her lips swollen with his kisses, her neck bearing his mark and something switched within him. Sensing the sudden change of mood, both their smiles dropped simultaneously, feeling the teetering hunger stirring mutually inside them.

Their eyes never left each other, never blinked but their bodies moved in tandem. She shifted a little, opening her legs wider to accommodate his hips that was already cradled in hers allowing him to position his strength right at her entrance. With a carnal gaze, his blunt head made its entrance into her core and her eyes widened, gasping. Her body jerked at his demanding arrival but he didn't stop…there was no pause to allow her to adjust…he just pushed himself in all the way. Her walls weren't exactly wet and his manhood wasn't exactly that hard but when he entered her, her juices just started flowing, lubricating his girth's journey into her.

She whimpered…this was new. She was usually all for foreplay. She loved how her lovers took time to prime her for their mating but Angelus didn't do that and for a moment, she frowned a little realizing that he didn't need to. He didn't move, didn't do anything but just stayed in her. Her chest began heaving; her nerves began tingling and her senses kicking into erotic and sensual gear. Angelus relished her body's reaction, her face contorting and shifting portraying the pleasure she was beginning to experience, her walls were gripping him, trembling against him and his girth was hardening, growing and expanding just by being inside her.

She began shifting her hips, wanting him to start moving inside her but he was having none of it, holding her hips and tilting her slightly before pressing into her further placing himself at the hilt.

"Oh god!" Buffy cried out. He was so so deep and she was struggling for breath.

Although content being inside her, feeling her tingle, making her wet and quivering for him, it took all of Angelus to tame his carnal intent of pounding into her. He distracted himself by mauling her lips, biting and pulling at the tender appendage, delving his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. She whimpered against his kisses, gripping the bed sheets, the pillow, his hair feeling like she couldn't breathe as his strength was beginning to feel even tighter inside her.

She began to grow restless, wanting him to move and once again tried to shift her hips and this time, Angelus conceded. Expecting him to start pounding, her heart raced in anticipation but was taken aback when he rolled them so that she was on top. He gripped her hips and began moving it back and forth, guiding her to grind his core. When he felt her moving independently, he wrapped his arms around her, flexing his large palm against her dainty back, pushing her breasts against his chest and caught her lips with his.

Buffy continued grinding, controlling the cadence, intensity and vigour. Her sensitive nubs were so hard rubbing against his chest that it was beginning to hurt but still, she rubbed fiercely. Moments later, she sat up and Angelus whined at the loss of her body, pulling her arms wanting her close but she ignored him and continued grinding, quickly distracting him and he gripped her hips.

Her hands sensuously moved over her body, loving how sensitive every tip, every nub, every nerve of her body was. Angelus watched hungrily at the erotic display of his lover…her head was thrown back in bliss, her hands caressing her own body, squeezing her perfect breasts, pinching the pretty buds every now and then. He licked his lips as he eyed one of her hands making its journey to her core rubbing the sensitive clit. Unable to resist, one of his hands left her hips to join hers, wanting to give her the release she so desperately wanted.

Finding the distended nub, he pinched and rubbed it, manipulating the tiny and sensitive bud easily. Buffy gasped and soon, came harshly, falling forward onto his chest and he easily caught her quivering body. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and started thrusting up, feeling her pulsating walls grip him.

Buffy struggled for breath and tried to sit up, wanting to push him away. She hasn't recovered and he was already raring to go again.

"No…no more please..I… I can't", she tried breaking out of his grip.

He only tightened his hold and kissed her hungrily. "One more time…I'll come with you", he said against her lips and proceeded to continue shoving up into her. This is insane. Buffy was so sure she was done, her body was exhausted and she felt like she couldn't breathe but when Angelus suddenly sat up, making her straddle him and gripped her curvaceous ass, moving her up and down his shaft, her hunger reignited almost immediately.

When Angelus felt her reciprocating, he returned his hands around her back, hugging her to him. Buffy had her legs on either side of his hips and moved up and down on her own. He ducked and began taking her left breast in his mouth, greedily taking in as much flesh as he could before giving the same attention to her right. Buffy continued pounding him, moving so hard and fast that the slapping sound of their joined cores unites with their moans of pleasure.

Feeling his rapture near, he began meeting her halfway thrusting up as she slammed down. She was also so very close and fastened the pace. He replied with similar force and with one lust-induced bite of her breast, they both toppled into oblivion feeling divine bliss wash over them in long, staggering and absolute heavenly while.

When Buffy came around, she was still straddling Angelus, cocooned in his embrace. She lifted her head from his shoulder and found him staring at her with an intensity she wasn't familiar with. It made her uncomfortable but she couldn't bring herself to turn away. He held her chin and gently pecked her lips, kissing her with tenderness she wasn't used to. The kiss intensified with arms wrapping around each other, pushing their naked chests together, palms caressing backs, tongues duelling, playing that game of thrust and parry that they are both starting to be familiar with. This wasn't seduction for another romp, wasn't enticement for another round of sex. He was just kissing her.

The kiss gradually returned to soft, gentle, pecks before coming to a natural end, their foreheads meeting as they smiled dreamily at each other. They sat in the comfortable silence for a few minutes until the afterglow had passed. Buffy began to move, wanting to shower.

"Where are you going?" Angelus tightened his hold on her.

"Bathroom".

He reluctantly releases his hold on her and sighed an okay. For a few minutes, Angelus laid on the bed, reminiscing their tryst. This woman – what was her name?...he frowned recalling that she had told him last night.

Buffy…Her name's Buffy…he smiled at the uniqueness of her name. She was amazing in bed. She was more than amazing. This wasn't like him. He had never been so brazen nor wanton, sleeping with someone he didn't know. But Buffy...the way her body felt in his arms, the way she feels surrounding him, the way she moans, the way she writhes beneath him, it was beyond incredible. It was as though his body was no longer his, not able to resist the sexual emotions within him. She wrecked his senses in a way no one ever did. Just thinking about her was making him hard.

He heard the water running and he eyed the bathroom door, and found that his shaft was swelling in rapid speed. He got off the bed and walked towards the closed door separating him from the object of his desire. He turns the knob, elated that it was unlocked and opened it.

Her back was facing him as she leaned her head back washing off the shampoo now trickling down her back. His legs moved towards her, his eyes never leaving her petite body. He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her and she gasped surprised by his presence but when he leaned down and kissed her neck, Buffy cupped the back of his head pulling him closer. His hands roamed her abdomen before settling on her breasts, the globes fitting perfectly in his hands, caressing, cupping and squeezing them, the twin tips hardening under his ministrations.

His left hand wandered down, trickling down to her core and began teasing it, rubbing it - firm at first, then soft before suddenly dipping into her hot pool, her form jerking at the sudden act. She was quivering in his arms in no time.

Angelus kissed her shoulder and caressed her body, aiding her return to reality. Buffy turned and captured him in a tongue tangling kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He easily lifted her, never breaking their lip-lock, pulling her legs around his waist and slammed her against the tiled wall.

She stroked him and he groaned into her neck, willing himself not to explode but her talented dainty fingers tested his tenacity. In tune with her own need for him, she positioned him at her core and took him in, enveloping his strength deep inside her.

She had to break their kiss needing air. He was such a passionate lover, she had lost count the number of times he took her breath away…by kissing her, caressing her, pleasuring her, being inside of her…He began pounding into her over and over and Buffy clawed his arms, his neck and bit his shoulder. They came simultaneously this time, only noticing the water dribbling down their bodies after reality returned.

"I have to go", Buffy said, stroking his hair.

She was laying on her back as he laid on her chest, her arms wrapping around him in tight embrace. He dreads the end of their amazing and fulfilling romp but said nothing. Fifteen minutes later, they were both dressed, trying to salvage whatever that was left of their outfits which had telltale rips and tears, evident of their rambunctious coupling. Buffy was strapping her heels when she felt him staring at her.

She looked up to see him gazing at her with a smile on his face. She returned the gaze thinking he was so handsome.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

Buffy smiled and walked towards him, leaning up gently kissing his lips.

"I have a client meeting at this quaint little café called Alexis", she said against his lips.

She pecked him and continued, "There's a place…tucked away in a corner nearby called Boca..",

She paused to lick his lips, "…del Inferno".

Angelus sucked her tongue, placing his hands on her ass, pushing her into him making her moan at feeling his desire for her.

"Friday, 7 o'clock…"

She cupped his strength through the confines of his pants.

"I'll wait for you", she began stroking and kissed his jaw.

"…thinking of how you'll touch me", her strokes became firm.

"…of how you'll taste", Angelus' breaths became erratic.

"…of how much I want you", she stroked harder.

"…but most of all…" she suddenly stopped and wrapped both arms around his shoulders.

"I'll be thinking of how you fill me, how amazing you feel inside of me" and mauled his lips, embedding his taste, his breath and moans into memory.

She was seconds away from ripping his clothes off and taking him again but she knew she had to stop. Being a tease was part of her charm. Giving him one last kiss, she forced himself to break away and quickly left the hotel room, without sparing him a second look.

Angelus stood there bewildered, confused and had one hell of a turn on. He kept staring at the closed door, trying to understand what just happened.