This part is rated R for sexual content.

Beauty and the Beasts 3x4

"It's just water, Angel. It wont hurt you."

Angel stared at the tub from the far corner of the room, his knees to his chest and his body shaking violently. She tried to get him to go into the tub and get washed up, but he was afraid for some reason. She brushed his hair back from his forehead, and watched him lean into her touch. She knew that he would, or she hoped he would, feel comforted by her. She smiled slightly, happy that he was trusting her more and more. His eyes raked up her body, finally landing on her face, staring into her eyes. He could see the love in her eyes and he knew that he could trust her. Water wont hurt. He began to stand slowly, but found it hard to get his balance. She took his arm, gently, so she didn't scare him with a harsh or sudden movement, and helped him to stand.

"Buffy, Buffy...B-Buffy..."

She heard him saying her name, but she was there, she was holding him, what was wrong? Did she hurt him? She didn't yet realize that her name was the only word of the English language that he remembered. His arms were wrapped around her as she led him, awkwardly towards the tubs edge. Shakily, Angel looked down at the clear water, seeing the steam rising from it, then looked down at himself and at her; they were both clothed. She sighed softly and turned to him, knowing he could stand on his own if need be, and tugged on the button of his pants, undoing them. He watched intently as she undressed him, slightly confused by her actions.

Inside her, the circus was putting on the best show of the century, and they wanted Buffy to feel every trick they performed. Her hands shook as she unzipped the fly of his pants and she hesitated when it was time to pull them down. She looked up at him and saw the confusion that marred his beautiful features. Reaching a hand up, forgetting her task for the moment, she stroked his cheek soothingly, softly, telling him she would cause him no harm. His look of confusion turned to a look of contentment, which pleased her immensely. She smiled softly, and then pulled away, returning to the task at hand. She took a deep breath and began pulling them down.

She knew he had no underwear, and she knew she would have to get on her knees at some point to get the pants off of him. Closing her eyes briefly, she swallowed, feeling her blood rushing to her face and breasts, leaving them flushed. Angel's eyes looked down at her, seeing the new color enter her cheeks, and the flesh that her v-neck shirt exposed to his gaze. He whined softly, and Buffy's eyes met his once more. He probably just wants you to hurry. Stupid, stupid! Her mind cursed at her as her head moved down again and pulled at his pants, pushing them down his hips. Her heartbeat sped up when his erection sprang forth and Angel whined again. Yeah, he wanted you to hurry alright. He wanted you to see that! Okay, you can stop drooling now. His pants were stuck at his knees, the cloth not exactly made for people who weren't able to take them off themselves. Great, just great.

Slowly, she got down on her knees, just like she feared she would need to, and pulled them down the rest of the way.

"Lift up your foot, Angel."

Her voice barely made it about a husky whisper. The wetness between her legs increased when, as he did as she told, his cock moved closer to her face. Steady now... Buffy pulled the cloth from below him once both his feet were free, and then looked up. It's right in front of you, just stick your tongue out slightly and... Her thoughts were interrupted by another one of Angel's whines. He whined once more after he got her attention and thrusted himself towards her face, telling her what he wanted. She knew her panties were soaked, and she knew he probably smelt it. With a shaky sigh she shook her head, her neck craning so she could meet his eyes.

"I cant, Angel. We...we cant risk it."

Another high-pitched, pitiful whine came from his throat and another thrust followed. Buffy almost cried at the sound and at his actions. But she knew she had to be the strong one. He wasn't in his right mind, he just came back from untold torture, it would be taking advantage of him. And not only that, the bigger problem; the curse.

"Im sorry, Angel..."

She whispered as she stood on shaky legs, her lust and arousal getting the better of her. When she finally got control of her emotions, she looked up at Angel again, his eyes were glazed over with lust and he was staring at her. The pink hue returned and she reached out to him, wanting his hand. He took her outstretched hand and felt her pulling him towards her, leading him to the water.

"Go ahead, Angel. Step in, I'll help you."

He did as told once again, and slowly with her help, eased down into the water. He hissed and growled, not to growls that used to frequently turn her on, but a pain-filled growl, telling her his wounds were worse then they seemed to be. Once he was sitting, and the water engulfed him, he eased back more, the pain slowly subsiding. She shushed him softly as she ran her fingers through his hair soothingly. Baths were for relaxing, and she wanted him to do just that. A soft purr erupted from deep within his chest and she smiled, she couldn't help it. He was still her same, old Angel in some ways. The other ways...well, she'd just have to help him with that.

She grabbed the sponge and soap that had been there for god knows how long and dipped them in the water, getting ready to wash him. He watched her and whined again. Why wasn't she in with him? She stopped what she was doing when she heard the sounds coming from him, and glanced over at him. His eyes her pleading to her.

"What's wrong, Angel?"

He whined softly once more and moved to the farthest end of the tub, making room. She knew then. She nodded and stood, placing the objects she first took back where they previously were and pulled her shirt over her head. Even though she couldn't make love to him, it didn't mean she couldn't sit with him and bathe him in the tub, right? Wrong! You know you want him, and he's right there waiting for you. Wet, naked Angel, yum. She berated herself for thinking those things that a time where she couldn't afford to be more aroused then she already was, and slowly, undid her bra, tossing it next to her shirt when she finally got it off. She could feel Angel's gaze on her, and it only made her want to jump his bones quicker. Her pants and underwear were discarded quickly, and before she could stop herself, she was in the tub, soaking in front of him. She took the items back from their spot and scrubbed them together, forming suds on the sponge so she could wash him.

Scooting forward, she sat gently on his legs, where there were little to no markings on him at all, and ran the small sponge over his body. From his neck, she continued lower, trying to ignore his whimpers and whines when she made it to his thighs. She had never really seen him when they had made love the first time, and seeing him in front of her, discolored from not coming and weeping from the tip, she wondered how the hell he fit inside her. He was huge; tall and thick beyond compare. 'Beyond Compare'. Pfft, like you'd ever want to see another mans cock. He's the only one for you, but in your current situation, you better consider becoming a nun! It looked painful, and when she looked up at his face, it seem that he was in a bit of pain. With the sponge, she ran it lightly over his erection, and his hips bucked up out of the water. She continued to run the sponge over his throbbing cock, watching how the tip appeared and disappeared from underneath the object she used to clean him.

Then the sponge was gone.

Her hand moved over his sensitive flesh, his hips moving in time with her strokes. Her other hand reached and helped the first, wanting him to come. It looked so uncomfortable and she was beginning to feel bad for him. He was bucking and growling all over the place, which lead to the water rippling and splashing over the side of the tub.

"Come on, Angel. Come for me, baby."

She whispered softly, and if just by her words, he spurted his seed into her hand. He looked so much more relaxed and his cock was no longer discolored or hard. He was sated. She just hoped hand-jobs didn't break his 'happiness clause'. Buffy looked down at the cum in her hand, noticing the blood that was mixed in with his seed. She bit her lip softly, tears springing to her eyes. She looked up at him once more, seeing him practically passed out on the other side of the tub. He had a thin line of sweat covering his brow, and it looked as if he would slide down into the water unconscious if she wasn't sitting on him. One tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek, making a soft sound when it hit the water.

"Baby, what'd they do to you?"

She whispered softly as she watched his blood tinted cum wash away once she stuck her hand into the water once again. Without a sound, she finished cleaning his unconscious body, shampooing and conditioning his hair also, then rinsing him off. The bitch would be getting him out of the tub.

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Buffy caressed Angel's forehead softly, running her fingers over his cheeks, eyes, chin, nose, all of his features just to remember the feeling of him. He had been asleep for more then half an hour, his sleep plagued with nightmares. He had fallen asleep on her bare breast in the bedroom of the mansion. She had gotten him out of the tub and had sat him on the toilet seat with no problem. As she began to dry him off, he had awoken, and she helped him back to the bedroom, where she laid him down while she dried off herself. She had gotten into bed with him and he had snuggled up against her before she could blink. His arms were securely around her naked body and his head was firmly placed on her breast. She didn't mind it at all.

She had moved the blankets so they were covering them and began to run her fingers soothingly through his hair, wanting him to sleep. He did so, but not without nightmares.

Slowly, she moved her head so she could see the clock on the night stand. Four in the morning. Buffy sighed as she felt her eyes begin to droop, knowing she'd never be able to make it to school with only two hours of sleep. She would just skip school and spend the day with Angel. She'd explain it to everyone else tomorrow.