The weather was depressing, there was no way around it. The awful time between winter and spring had come to stay it seemed. The white sheets of snow had gone and left everything bitterly cold and very gray. Buffy was pretty much over it. She was ready for the warmer weather to return, to see some sunshine! Maybe then the bad feeling that had been looming over her would go away, too.
One could hope, right?
Not everything was so bad in her life right now though to be completely honest. She and Willow got together usually at some point or another on the weekends to go do something ...which she always looked forward to, her dad would come by here and there and that was becoming at least a tiny bit less awkward with each time they spoke, she'd been making friends somewhat with neighbors and of course the boys at the shop. Buffy was still enjoying work... and there was, of course, Angel.
The two of them had continued getting closer, though it was a lot more open on his side of things than hers. He had told her more stories about life out in California, how things had been since he'd returned, he had told his story of why he came back and everything while she played her cards a lot closer to the vest.
Sure, she would tell him about some things she had loved doing out on the East coast, about the work she had done out there, some things about her friends and all but never anything too personal. She had a way of steering away from giving in too much about anything. He'd commented a few times but never pushed and allowed her to be vague and to change the subject.
Another thing the two of them were both good at avoiding though was anything to do with their own past when it came to high school. Now, they would talk about some events that had happened there, teachers, old student peers and all but they both steered away from bringing up what all had been their connection back then. It had been thrown out here and there by accident or by one of their lovely friends but they'd mostly just blush, say something quick and change the subject to something else.
They had their routines, too. Donuts in the morning, inside jokes through the day, having lunch across the street when they weren't too busy. Somewhere along the lines they'd also started a 'weekend catch up' with one another for Saturday nights or Sunday mornings depending on when they had some time to spare. It made those two days not seem so long after that.
Which also meant Buffy knew she was just getting into more trouble when it came to him.
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Liam sighed, rubbing his arm as he made his way into the office. His eyes directly went to Buffy's desk and he almost growled when he noticed it empty. "Missed her by about a minute," he heard behind him. This time, he did growl. Spike chuckled behind him. "Arm still bothering you?"
Liam nodded. He'd got it all twisted wrong over the weekend and so far not much was helping. "Think I'll make it through the next few days," he half muttered. He went to his own desk and quickly did a few things before saying he was going across the street.
It took about all he had not to run into the small diner. The weekend had seemed extremely long, then before the shop even opened he had gotten a call from an old family friend asking for help so he'd been two towns over all morning. Add in his irritation with his arm, everything taking far longer than it needed to, and a dead phone to boot... he was simply not a happy camper today.
Opening the door, Liam stepped in and was greeted at the door. A finger was pointed and he followed it to spot Buffy and instantly he felt most of the tension fade away. With another sigh, he headed to the bathroom first to wash up a little before coming back out to join her at the small table.
"Hi!" she greeted cheerfully. He smiled at her, then the waitress who had brought him over a menu. "You look really unhappy," Buffy said as the other woman walked away, a little chuckle in her voice.
"I'm havin' a day," he told her, only making her laugh harder. The two of them fell into easy conversation and ate their meal. Buffy brought up the news of him deciding to take a three-day weekend off at the end of the week. Liam couldn't even remember the last time he'd not come in to work so needless to say, he was needing some time off.
"Any big plans?" she asked, eating the last bite of her slice of chocolate silk pie.
He shook his head. "Not really, just looking forward to doing nothing I guess. What about you? You got anything planned yet?"
"Nope. Willow's going to be off at a conference most of the week and through the weekend. And Oz is going with her I think. So... I don't know what all I'll be doing yet."
"Wanna hang out with me?" he blurted a few moments after as they were getting ready to go back to the shop.
Buffy had a flash of a blush and shock cross her face. "This weekend?"
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. "I could cook dinner."
She took in a few very slow breaths. "Okay."
"Good," Liam said and smiled.
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The rest of the week seemed to both drag on and fly by quickly. It just depended on the moment. But as Friday morning came, Liam groaned loudly, waking up at his usual time out of habit. He tried to lay back down a few times before just giving up on that idea.
His morning was spent with a quick breakfast, workout and a shower followed by him trying to just relax with some tv. Around noon, he headed into town.
"You do know what 'taking time off' means, right?" Buffy asked him without even turning around as he walked inside the small building.
He chuckled. "I'm not here to work," he promised.
"Not even to check up on things?" she asked, turning around.
He smirked. "It's not my fault if I want to make sure the place is still standing."
"What, you think Spike there could run you out of business in a matter of hours?"
"I wouldn't put it past him," he muttered, looking around for the blonde in question.
Buffy chuckled, watching him. "He's been doing just fine," she assured him.
"Uh huh," he muttered. "You ready?" he asked, his attention turning back to her. She nodded and followed him out. He nodded over Spike's way as they walked past and on to the sidewalk to see if it was clear to cross. "You still coming over tomorrow night?" he asked her, watching a few cars go down the road.
"If you want me to," she said, a little quietly.
He turned to look at her. "I very much do," he replied before they headed over to the diner.
After catching Buffy up on his oh-so-exciting morning, she asked what else he had planned for the day ahead. He shrugged then mentioned maybe working on a few projects, cleaning up, or who knew. She laughed. "You have your first day off in what... forever and these are your big plans?"
He blushed a little. He didn't know how to relax sometimes, he knew that. But there was another reason for the blush, one that included her.
"What do you do when you're not at work, like afterward when you go home?"
He shrugged. "Pretty much this. Workout or run, shower, fix things around the house... uhh, read..."
"Exactly. So, as you have a whole weekend to yourself, don't you think you should be doing something a little bit more... exciting?"
"I'm supposed to be relaxing." This made her burst into laughter. More so at the expression he then gave her. "I don't know what to do with time to myself," he said after a moment.
She laughed harder before seeming to calm down. "I can see that. We need to work on you."
After lunch, they headed back across the street and she got back to work. Liam talked with Spike for a few minutes before going back around town to run a few errands... including heading to the grocery store to buy supplies for tomorrow night. There, he also grabbed up a few dvd's to watch and a six-pack.
And even after taking care of things around town then heading home, it was still early in the afternoon, which made him a little annoyed.
He put the groceries and supplies away, made a few phone calls, paid some bills early, then put in one of the movies before taking a seat at one of his computers. With a sigh, he took up on one of Buffy's suggestions and began browsing around to see if there were any events going on this weekend nearby that he might go check out.
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When Buffy pulled into her driveway after work, she couldn't help but smile. Getting out of the car, she gave a little wave, before walking towards the gorgeous man who was waiting on her front steps. "Hello again," she greeted once closer.
"Hey," he replied, a little sheepishly. He pulled out one of the beer bottles from the pack, then another and handed it to her.
She raised an eyebrow before taking it. "Why do I feel like something very bad is about to happen?" she asked, a slight laughter in her tone.
"I'm here to bribe you."
This made her almost snort. "Oh, no."
He smirked then was silent for a few moments. She took a seat beside him and they both opened their bottles. She made a face as she took a drink. She'd never been one much for this stuff.
He noticed out of the corner of his eye and let out a chuckle of his own. "I want to spend tomorrow with you," he finally said. She went to say something, after getting herself together after that bomb, but he continued. "I mean, the whole day," he told her, reading her mind, knowing they already had their evening plans. Angel took another long drink for his bottle. "Anything you want to do."
"Couldn't find anything you were interested in?" she finally replied, her emotions everywhere.
He shook his head softly. "There's a few things. I guess. But... I just would rather spend time with you. And don't care really what it is we're doing."
Buffy felt herself blushing and tried to cover it up by taking another drink for her own bottle. Only to nearly choke on it. Putting the glass down, she looked at him, watching him finish his own and stare off around them. "Okay," she nervously agreed.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Angel turned back to look at her, giving her a very slow smile. They held each other's gaze before she broke it, standing up. Digging for her keys, she walked towards the front door. "You want to come in here for a bit?"
Angel nodded. He gathered up his things and followed her inside. They hung their jackets up in the corner. Buffy excused herself to go use the bathroom while he put the remainder of the alcohol up in her fridge for the time being. He looked around the house he'd gotten to know a bit lately before going back into the living room and taking a seat. A few moments later, Buffy came out, got herself a cup of ice water instead and came to join him.
She had no idea what was going on, and less of an idea of how she felt about it all.
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Buffy found herself waking up earlier than she intended but knew that there was no way she would be able to fall back asleep so just pulled herself out of bed and started preparing for the day ahead of her. She couldn't hide the fact that her heart did a little pitter-patter at the thought of what the day held, knowing she would be spending the majority of it with Angel.
She wasn't sure what all he was thinking with all of this but she wasn't going to put too much behind it and get herself all worked up over nothing. Instead, she planned to just go with it and have a good time.
Buffy showered and got ready, tidied up the house a little then went to go make a quick breakfast. Once she was done, she went to go get her phone off the charger to make a few calls and smiled when she saw a text for him waiting for her.
It wasn't too long before she heard the doorbell ring and she saw him standing on the other side of her front door. As she had gotten quite used to always seeing him dressed for work the past few days had been a bit of a treat but this was a whole new level. She had to remind herself not to start drooling as she looked him over.
With a shake of the head, Buffy told him to go ahead and take a seat while she went to go grab up her laptop to show him some online flyers for some things they had discussed late the previous evening before going to bed. It didn't take much effort to agree on something to do and soon she was locking up the house and following him out to his car.
Driving through town they made small talk but by the time they were halfway towards the next town they had found themselves engrossed in sharing stories of various things, laughing and carrying on.
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The pair spent their morning and early afternoon a few towns from Hemery. Together, most of the time had been spent at an indoor fair event the town was having, and with the sun somewhat out they even opened a few booths and activities outside. The hours seemed to fly by pretty quickly... they ran into a number of people they knew so had time to talk with them, there were endless amounts of food carts inside, market booths, games to play, contests going on, an art show, small concert and more.
Liam found himself practically unable to unglue himself from Buffy while there. He dragged her around from one spot to another, getting engrossed with everything, very glad that he came... not to mention that she tagged along, too. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, reaching out to her whenever possible... grabbing her hand to lead her off to somewhere new, flattening his palm across her lower back when standing near her, anything.
Hell, once during the day he even wrapped his arms around her from behind and picked her up and swung her around in a bout of playfulness the two were sharing.
When they finally decided to head back towards home, Liam also found himself asking Buffy to come back to his place already. The plan had been set for him to take her home while he went back to his place and started cooking the meal... but he found himself not even wanting to part from her for a few hours right now.
Buffy laughed a little. "Aren't you needing a break from me?"
He shook his head. "Not at all.'
"I'm not dressed for the evening."
He shrugged. "You look just fine to me. C'mon."
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After showing her where she could freshen up, Liam put their jackets up then headed to the kitchen and started washing up himself before getting together what he needed for dinner. When Buffy walked him, he nodded to a bar stool by the counter for her. "Just so you know," she told him as she slid into the seat, "I have zero cooking skills to speak of in case you were hoping I'd be helping out."
He chuckled at that and her expression as she said it before shaking his head. "Nope, you're just here for company, to keep me entertained."
"Uh huh," she replied, her voice amused. She watched him move around for a few minutes before asking, "So, what exactly are you making tonight anyhow?"
"Gasconade chicken with Linguine Alfredo."
Buffy found herself fascinated with watching him as he cooked their massive meal, moving about his giant kitchen with ease, the savory scents filling up the large house. While he cooked, Buffy insisted on setting the table, wanting to at least help out in some way or another. He showed her the way around in there and she went to work on getting the table prepared.
"Do you have any candles?" she asked, looking over the table.
He looked up from the food and the look in his eyes made her start to blush for some reason. He let out a slow smile though. "This is starting to feel like a date," he said after a moment.
This only made her blush harder, wishing she'd kept her mouth shut on the picture that'd popped into her head a moment ago. "Sorry," she squeaked out, "I don't know what I was thinking..."
She heard him chuckle, turning away to go walk over to a set of drawers. A few moments later he was walking over to her, two long white candles in his hands. Buffy sucked in a breath as he stood in front of her, then nearly fainted as his head dipped down slowly, his lips pressing against hers.
Her heart was beating so loud it nearly hurt her ears as he pulled away, went around her to a small table just outside of the room and opened the drawer to pull out a long lighter. After that he walked to a china cabinet and pulled out some candle holders then assembled them and put the two on the table before lighting them.
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"Here, you want to help with the salad?" Angel asked after she mentioned feeling useless once again. He smiled watching her face for a moment. "It's a bagged one, just pour and mix," he added, making her laugh. He again helped her find the bowls and everything and then told her she could grab it out of the fridge, adding to grab whichever dressing she wanted.
Buffy pulled out the large salad mix and looked over the choices before grabbing Italian up. She poured everything into a large bowl then got the smaller salad bowls out from the cabinets and made them each a dish, sneaking a few bites of hers as she went to set it down. Next she got their drinks ready and set them out and next thing she new he was saying the food was done, just needed time to cool.
Buffy could feel her stomach doing a happy dance as he started bringing their dishes to the table. They had the salad with dressing and warmed up bread with butter, sides of corn on the cob with butter and twice baked potatoes with sour cream and cheddar cheese on top. he'd made the Linguine Alfredo pasta as well as their main dish of Gasconade Chicken. Each of them had two chicken breasts that were topped with oven roasted peppers, maple wood bacon strips and mozzarella cheese.
She was sure she'd gained at least fifteen pounds from this meal but didn't care a bit, it would be well worth it.
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Buffy found herself unable to compliment him enough on the meal. She hadn't had any homemade meals after she left home and only a handful of times over at Willow and Oz's but this blew them right out of the water without question. She was thankful that despite the mind blowing event of being kissed by the gorgeous man across from her, the two of them had been at ease through it all, talking about a variety of topics, one after another, conversation flowing so easily between them.
'This is so funny," she said, that thought in mind.
"What's that?"
Her hair shook a little. "How easy this feels, just sitting around with you... In high school I felt the need to run away if I even spotted you anywhere near me." She blushed with the words, too.
He slightly did as well. "Well, if it makes you feel any better... I was pretty much the same way," he admitted. "Which is rather sad to think about now, look at us here... lot of time wasted."
Buffy took a small drink from her glass. This was dangerous territory she was treading into and she knew it. Hell, these days anything with him felt that way. "Yes, well... I was too shy back then to be anywhere near you, let alone talk to you back then. Crushing a bit too hard I guess," she rushed out before grabbing another drink quickly.
He gave her that smoldering look again, making her thankful she was sitting down. Angel finished his glass then leaned forward, refilling it. "In my head," he said, "The two of had countless discussions," he told her, "Among many other things..." This only made her face burn again. "I don't know why I couldn't just act upon what I wanted, just go up and say something to you, hell ask you out or something. Hey, if I could have done that who knows what else was floating around in the mind of a teenage boy would have happened,' he said with a chuckle.
More blushing. "Well, why didn't you?"
He shrugged. "I was terrified of you."
She raised an eyebrow. "Terrified of me?" He nodded. "Yes, because I am and was just so scary."
"You were to me," he told her. "Hell, you still are," he added after a pause.
"You're talking to me now," Buffy pointed out.
"Doesn't mean you still don't make me nervous, make me feel like I'm that shy sixteen year old all over again."
"I believe I know that feeling all too well," she agreed.
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For dessert, they had some blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. Afterward, the pair began to clean up after themselves, the talk of the past continue, dip a toe into the pool skirting about it but more than they'd dug into with one another so far. It was kept pretty light, but a lot being said even with that.
Taking less time than expected, the dishes were all washed, dried and put away, what little food that was left was covered and taken to the fridge, the table wiped down, and a new bottle of wine was opened during the clean up. Liam leaned against the back of his chair at the table, taking a sip for his glass, just enjoying the moment. He knew he should probably be getting ready to take Buffy home finally, but it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.
"What?" Buffy asked after noticing him staring at her.
"I'm glad you came out tonight," he said after a moment.
She smiled brightly. 'Me too. I fully enjoyed it. Thanks for inviting me along today."
Another drink, this one a little longer. "We should do it again sometime..."
She raised an eyebrow playfully. "You're giving that 'date vibe' again."
He nodded. "That was kind of my intention," he told her. "Although..."
She waited a pause. "Although?" she pressed.
"I'm not quite done with this one yet."
"No?"
"No," he breathed out.
Buffy felt like that she was having an out of body experience, and not only that but as if everything was moving in slow motion and everything else in the world fell away but the two of them. She had a sharp intake of air as she watched him slowly cut across the room, his arms reaching out for her.
Buffy felt his fingertips touch her sides, slowly slipping under the very edge of her top, going around to grazing her back and pulling her closer to him. She nearly stumbled as she went, his arms making a slightly firmer grip around her as she closed in on his chest. Her head was tilted upward, eyes hooded then closing as he bent down to take her lips with his own.
Buffy moaned softly at the contact, her own arms reaching for him, sliding up his chest, over his shoulders, and wrapping around his neck. He gave a slight tug and she leaned in closer, stepping on her tip-toes and deepening the kiss.
Feeling like she was in a near daze, her lips danced against his, her body feeling like it was catching on a slow fire. His tongue soon began seeking entrance past her lips which she wasted no time in granting, again letting out a moan at the new move, lost in how he was making her feel.
Buffy felt one hand press firmly against her, his palm coming on contact with her skin, cupping his hand around her side while the other slipped from under her shirt, over the top of the back of her jeans, grabbing her bottom and lifting her up. He lifted her with such ease, her legs wrapping around him. She barely even felt them moving but within seconds her backside felt the smooth, cool face of the refrigerator.
Buffy could feel the hardness in his pants pressing against her, his manhood throbbing, jerking. How he had positioned them had been just perfect too, every time there was a 'flick' from him, it seemed like it hit her clitoris in just the right way, making her twitch and shiver.
Needing to feel him, Buffy moved her arms around him until she could slip them under the shirt he wore, letting flesh meet flesh. He was so warm and smooth under her, it only made her crave more. Buffy let out a partial groan as his lips finally left hers as her nails scraped against his skin, soon a slow pant falling from her lips as his trailed down her chin, her neck, sucking and nibbling at her exposed flesh. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the large appliance behind her.
When it stopped, another groan fell from her lips. She slowly opened her eyes back up, tilting her head to look at him.
Angel looked as flushed as she felt, his eyes dark with need, merely an inch from her face. "I want you," he told her, his voice a grave rumble. "I want you in my bed tonight. I've wanted that for a very, very long time."
She felt a rush of excitement crash through her. She'd spent a huge chunk of her life wishing for this very thing to happen, daydreaming about what it'd be like to even utter a word to this guy on through what it'd be like to be in his arms, his lips on hers, and how much further that could go. She let out a few big breaths then tried to muster up as much confidence as she could in a smile. "I think the bed might be too far away," she told him breathlessly. At that, he could only smirk.
As her last article of clothing came off and was dropped to the floor, Buffy found herself feeling suddenly quite self conscious. Her eyes lowered, scanning the two of them over. Angel had his shirt off as well as his shoes, she was entirely undressed and once more wrapped around him. They'd moved from the refrigerator to a wall column of the kitchen. She had never had much of an issue with her looks, though never overly proud of them either... and when it came to the person getting the view of her it only added to the fact. He was so gorgeous, she was sure he'd make even a supermodel feel out of sorts next to him. But then there was the past couple of years of hell she'd spent too much time dealing with. Everything she ran away from had taken its toll on her.
When her arms came up to try and hide her nearly exposed upper body, Angel stopped everything he was doing, reached a hand up to brush her hair out of her face, tuck it behind her ear, then take her chin in his fingertips to tip her face to meet his gaze. "Hey," he whispered, his voice surprisingly tender, "Where'd you go?"
Now she felt even more embarrassed. Shaking her head, she shot him a smile, hoping to shake all of those thoughts out of her head too. "Nowhere," she told him, flashing another smile.
His eyes held hers and his head tilted slightly. He stared at her long and hard for a moment before pushing off of the wall and carrying her over to the dining room table where he sat her down on the very edge of one of the corners.
Buffy felt goosebumps raised up on her skin as he stood between her legs, pulling back slightly, his eyes drinking her small form in. He gently removed her arms from covering her chest and laid them at her sides.
"You are absolute perfection," he told her, his voice still so soft. "Whatever is in your head trying to tell you any different than that, it doesn't belong in there."Buffy gave him a real, though small, smile at that. He held her gaze before coming back closer to her, bending to capture her lips once more, his hands cupping her face before moving to tangle up in her blonde locks.
"Stay with me," he told her when he broke away. Angel leaned her slightly back and she used her arms to support her weight. His eyes drank her in again before his hands began moving down her slender body. His fingertips danced from her hair, down her neck, tickling her throat. They flowed like a slow fountain skimming her shoulders, down her chest, then cupping her breasts in his palms. She couldn't help but sigh at the contact, feeling the pulse between her legs increase.
His thumbs brushed over her nipples, his body leaning over her so he could suckle at her neck. Buffy's head fell backwards, eyes closing. He toyed with her with light twisting, pulling and pinching of her erect peeks, exploring her.
His large hands lowered to her stomach, her sides, gently lowering her more towards the table. As soon as her top half was laying flat on the smooth wooden table, she felt his hands on her hips. She opened her eyes, watching him kiss each breast, her stomach. He took a step backwards, his palms sliding over her thighs, sliding up towards her wet slit.
Buffy's hips jerked in anticipation on his touch, which made him give another smirk her way. But as soon as it came, it faded. Angel's dark eyes locked in on hers, watching her as the first contact of his fingers meeting her silk was made. She already knew she was practically dripping down there and his fingers moved like a knife in warm butter. His fingernail scratched her most sensitive spot and she jerked again, a moan falling out from her lips.
Lowering back down her slit, his two fingers slide into her core, pumping slowly. She was entranced in watching him, feeling what he was doing to her.
His eyes remained on her, watching her watching him as his fingers danced in and out of her. There was a feeling in the air around him that made her whole body feel like it was being set on fire. His eyes were dark and wanting, his body aching to be closer to her.
When his fingers left her, she cried out. His palms ran along the inner side of her thighs and his eyes finally dropped from her face to watch his hands move against her. Spreading her legs slightly more, he moved himself backwards some then began to dip his head between her legs. Buffy sucked in her breath as she watched him, her fingers scratching at the smooth wood underneath her.
"Jesus," she moaned as she felt his mouth on her. His breath was cool, blowing on her before he began to dive into his first taste.
Buffy couldn't keep her hands still. She dug into the table, tangled her fingers in her hair, teased her breasts, grabbed handfuls of Angel's dark locks, massaged and clawed at his neck and shoulders. Her breathing was heavy, vision cloudy, her body about to burst. His hands were on her hips, doing their best to hold her in place, her legs now swooped over his shoulders, her feet locked together against his upper back.
Her body had already erupted underneath him once, and honestly hadn't recovered from that alone. But he didn't give an inch about it. Instead, he continued to lap at her like he was a man dying of thirst.
Throwing her hands back to his head, Buffy grabbed his hair, pulling him towards the spot she needed him most. She swore she could feel him give a smirk against her right before his lips circled around her aching pearl. All thoughts exited her head within seconds, her legs jerking uncontrollably, screams of ecstasy filling the room.
Hoisting her up into his arms, Angel kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, tongue. Making sure she was secure with sitting up, his hands left her and she could feel them fluttering with his belt and pants. Her own hands urgently joined his, helping free him of his own clothing, leaving him as bare as her.
Buffy nibbled on his bottom lip, her hands rubbing his pulsating cock which stood proud and ready for her. She heard Angel groan, his body moving with her. "Angel," she breathed out when they parted. She didn't know how much longer she could wait for him to take her, her body was feeling painfully empty.
He kissed her again quickly, lifting her up then setting her feet down to the ground. His hands quickly roamed over her body, then grabbed her around the waist and turned her around. Buffy bent over the side of the table, hurrying out a breath when she felt him move behind her.
Buffy felt his fingers for a moment, touching her briefly before she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Buffy moaned, craving him inside of her.
When he finally began to enter her, Buffy let out a strangled gasp, her hands grasping the table. "Fuck," she heard him mutter when he was fully seated. He kissed the back of her neck and began slowly rocking their bodies.
Buffy still felt sensitive from all he'd already done to her, every move he made had her whole body shaking.
As she made whimpering noises, she heard him go back and forth between grunting and telling her how amazing he thought she was. Her head was swimming too much to make out any sort of words, just pleading with him for more through a series of moans and cries.
Speed picked up quickly with their combined need. One hand remained on her while his other grasped the side of the table beside her.
Angel lifted her slightly, and Buffy's body shook. "Oh God," fell from her lips and as he thrust into her, the wave of pleasure hit her, nearly blinding her. He continued thrusting her hard and fast until he reached his own climax.
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Both were panting hard. Buffy was sprawled out, Angel doing his best to keep his weight from crushing her. He finally gave up though, allowing himself to fall down to the floor. He let out a breathy laugh, grabbing her and taking her down with him. She let out a "Yeep!" as she went, crashing down on top of him.
Angel kissed her before she curled up on top of him, listening to his pounding heart.
"Holy fucking hell."
She chuckled and nodded in agreement.
Angel's hands rubbed down her sides, her back. She nuzzled closer to him, feeling beyond content. She was sure she probably could have fallen asleep just like this, but then she felt a certain area of his body come back to life. Buffy tilted her head and found him looking down at her, smiling. He cocked an eyebrow and had her bursting out into laughter as well. "Ready to take me to bed now?"
He pulled her down to him, closing his mouth over hers. "Absolutely," he told her and rolled them before lifting her up and carrying her through the house until they got to his room.
Angel laid her down on his bed, following down on top of her. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He kissed her softly, one hand reaching between them and guiding his way back to her. Buffy bit down on her bottom lip as he stretched her.
Their bodies melted together, this time everything moving at a slower pace. Buffy's hands explored him, scratching at his backside, rubbing his hard muscles. There was a nice sheen of sweat on both of them, their breathing heavy in the darkened room. "You are so fucking beautiful," Angel whispered in her ear before licking, nibbling on her earlobe, her throat.
Buffy groaned and began moving so they flipped over, changing positions. She put her palms on his chest and began moving up and down against him. His head fell back, eyes closing. She bit her lip, taking him in. Angel's hands were restless on her... he cupped her breasts, her ass, scratched down her back. When she picked up speed, he grabbed at her hips, helping her crash against him.
"Angel," she breathed out. "I..."
One hand left her hip, coming to her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her voice cut off from actual words, coming out in jumbled moans. "Come on, baby," he told her, pinching her and giving a tiny twist.
"Angel!" she screamed, her nails digging into him, her hips jerking.
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Laying next to one another, their hands joined, harsh panting the only noise being made.
Angel gave it a few extra minutes before gathering her back up in his arms, pulling her to him. He kissed her temple, played a hand in her messy hair. "Stay the night," he said softly.
She smiled, turning her head to kiss the inside of his arm around her. "If you want me to."
He pulled her even tighter against him. His kissed the back of her neck, her shoulder, her upper back. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt safe, wanted, happy.
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Buffy reached into the large bathtub and took a moment to figure out how his knobs worked, finally getting them going she let it run for another moment before putting her hand under the running water. Giving one side another small turn, she reached to let the water begin flowing from the shower head instead. Pulling the shower curtain over, she gave another test to the water before stepping away to let it warm up in there.
Letting out a breath, Buffy used one hand to lift up her hair, the other to use a fan against her. She was still warm from the previous activities with Angel.
The thought alone brought a blush to her face. Buffy spotted herself in the large mirror in there and had to laugh. One glance at her and you'd know exactly what she'd been up to.
When she was about to climb into the shower, she finally heard him enter the bathroom. He smiled, holding up the two glasses of wine he'd ran to grab. Buffy took hers, taking a big gulp. From over the rim of the glass she looked him over... naked without a care about it, and absolutely male perfection. Buffy watched him steal a drink from his own glass before setting it down and coming back towards her.
Buffy found herself back in his arms, moving her wine glass from her face to allow him to dip in, stealing a long kiss from her. He picked her up easily, carrying her over to the counter so she could sit her glass next to his then back to the shower. He pulled the curtain back and entered with her in his arms.
She was on fire still from earlier, but the warm water felt amazing against her all the same as it splashed down on top of them.
Angel pushed her back up against the wall for several minutes before finally lowering her down, but keeping one hand on her as she turned around into the falling drops. Stepping back closer to him, letting her head fall back and rest on his shoulder. He kissed her temple, her cheek. Buffy's lips turned into a small smile when she felt his hands moving, coming to cup her breasts in each palm. "Mmm," she moaned, keeping her eyes closed.
"You have no idea how much of my life has been spent in a shower daydreaming about you," he told her softly.
Buffy chuckled at that. "Really now?"
He nodded against her neck. "I can't remember how many times I was late to school because I was so caught up in my fantasy of having you in here with me."
Buffy laughed again, feeling herself blush a little over the idea of that.
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Buffy bit down on her bottom lip as Angel's hands roamed over her, soaping her up. His lips danced their way from one shoulder to the other as he covered her body in soapy suds, taking a few extra seconds to graze at her most intimate spots.
Switching places so she could rinse off, Buffy let the water wash her front side off before turning to face him. Her hands came up to cup his face drawing him to her and kissing him hard. His body came crashing into hers and she wasn't surprised to find him hard and ready once again. She moaned, pressing her body into him, before snaking one hand down his body until her fingers found the hard rod.
Something about touching him like this stirred something in her she hadn't felt anywhere before. She loved the feel of him, hard and throbbing, against her. Her fingers slid down his length before wrapping around him, beginning a slow stroke.
Buffy felt her own legs shake as she moved, something about this turned her on more than anything else... imagining him inside of her, feeling wanted by his reaction, how he felt... it was almost too much to handle.
Angel's hands grabbed her ass roughly, pulling her back to him though her hand didn't let go of its death grip on him. He turned them so she was back against the wall but allowed some breathing room once she was in place so that she could continue her play. His hands squeezed her ass a few times, making her moan into his mouth.
One of his hands left her and she felt them tilt slightly as he grabbed the body wash from a shelf. He used one hand to squeeze some liquid on his hand before snapping the lid close and putting it back on the shelf and straightened the two of them back up. His fingertips dipped into the liquid and Buffy soon found herself jumping a little when she felt the cool gel touch her.
Where it was touching her was included, too.
Buffy felt her pulse pick up speed as she felt his very talented fingers slipping down the parting of her backside until they reached the puckered bud, gasping when she felt him drawing small circles against her. At first panic wanted to hit her, not having ever let anyone go down that road with her before, but as he continued she felt herself somewhat relaxing, enjoying.
When she felt a fingertip beginning to push against her, her hand squeezed him roughly, making them both groan loudly.
"Relax," he whispered. His other hand joined hers, guiding her back to stroking him. Buffy let out a shaky breath, lightening up a little on her own grip. Again his fingers began to circle around her underside in rhythm with her. "Keep going," he whispered against her ear when she paused, feeling him starting to enter her again. She continued, her hand moving up and down his soft flesh, and she felt a finger slowly push through. She let out another shaky breath, followed by a few long ones when he began to slowly move the digit in and out of her.
"A-Angel," Buffy moaned as the sting wore off, her nails clawing into his forearms.
With a quick kiss, his finger retreated and he removed hers from his manhood. She groaned but soon found herself hoisted up into his arms and quickly wrapped herself around him, clinging on for dear life. He kissed her hard and made little time reaching between them to guide himself into her entrance.
Buffy could only cling to him as he used his arms to bounce her up and down over him.
The water soon started to cool, then turned cold, like tiny droplets of ice all of a sudden. Buffy shrieked when she felt herself flying in the air suddenly. Angel moved them over so he could shut the water off, pushed her up against the wall, taking her until they were both spent.
When they finally got their bearings, he lowered her gently to the ground, reached for the towels and helped wrap her up before covering himself. He kissed her quickly before opening the shower curtain then helped her out as she was still getting her legs back under her.
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"Where are my clothes?" Buffy asked after returning to the bedroom. She'd offered to take their empty wine glasses back to the kitchen a few minutes ago. When she returned, she found him already in bed, looking far too inviting.
He eyeballed her, making her feel as if the towel wasn't even there. "On top of my washing machine."
"Mmhmm. And what am I supposed to sleep in?"
He smirked and beckoned her closer. When she reached him, he hooked a finger in the top of the towel where it was tied and gave a flick of the wrist. The fluffy blue warmth fell to the ground. "There you go."
She chuckled at his wiggling eyebrows. "I can't sleep naked!"
He grabbed her quickly, pulling her into the bed. "And why not?" he asked, holding her.
"Because!" Her head tilted and gave a short stare off before he sighed. He got out of bed, giving her a nice view of his naked self, and grabbed a shirt out of a drawer and tossed it her way. Buffy felt her heart nearly explode. How many times had she'd thought about this simple little gesture surrounding this particular man, too?
Angel groaned when she finally had the sense to slip the shirt on. "You're killing me," he told her, returning to bed and giving her a hard kiss.
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As Buffy laid in his arms, in his bed, she felt damn near perfect. She was warm, relaxed, utterly tired and ready for dreamland to carry her away. Her back was pressed up against him, curling perfectly in his arms. She could feel his breath on her neck. He had one arm tucked under the pillow, under her head and the other wrapped securely around her waist.
Just as she'd spent a good portion of her years yearning for. How she'd formally gone to bed every night with the imagine in her head of this very thing. How she used to sleep with her back or forehead pressed against the wall to her room, wrap an arm around herself, picture his face and pretend he was there.
"Goodnight, Beautiful," she heard him whisper and it was the last thing she remembered before darkness took her for the night.
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When light began pouring in through the window, Buffy groaned, not ready for daylight. She squeezed her eyes but it continued to bother her so she spun around, colliding with the hard body beside her. Her eyes popped open quickly, taking him in, making sure last night wasn't all some very cruel dream and smiled at the scene. With a yawn, she laid her head down in his chest, nuzzling up to him. She threw one arm over his chest, drew one of her legs up over him as well.
Angel's head turned slightly, enough so that he could kiss the top of her head. He mumbled something she couldn't make out and fell back asleep.
Buffy gave herself an extra few minutes of just resting there, taking it in, before closing her own eyes and going back to sleep. This had been the most peaceful she had felt, that she'd slept, in as long as she could remember. The stress and worry had been kept at bay, no nightmares haunting her through the night.
It scared her how much comfort Angel seemed to give her, how much had happened... but, at least for the time being, she wasn't going to ruin it with all the crazy in her head and would just enjoy what was going on for as long as she could.