3. Angel's long legs are scrunched on his couch, his head snuggled into Buffy's lap. The silk she's wearing glides against his cheek. It's his shirt but it looks a damn sight better on her.
His hands are resting under the shirt on her unclothed thighs. Her skin is soft but underneath he can feel a warrior's coiled strength. He shifts a tiny bit, pushing his mouth and nose against the slope of her belly. He can smell her now; sharp, tangy, musky. His cock twitches a bit in reaction, and he's amazed at how addicted he's become in these few hours. He contemplates sliding his hands over the shirt, letting the material glide over her skin, feeling the small tremors of her body. For now, he's content to just lie here, breathing her in.
He pulls back a tiny bit, so he can see her face. He wants to memorize it, so he can draw it later. He doesn't want to forget any of this, from the taste of her sweat on his tongue, to the way her fingers tighten and loosen on his ribs as she comes. Her smile once she notices he's looking at her doesn't reach her eyes. He can see the fear in her eyes and he doesn't know why. He goes perfectly still, except for the rise and fall of his chest. "Buffy?" It's a question and an entreaty, both.
"Do you think this will be ok?"
It would be so easy to give her glib reassurances, but she's stronger than that. "I don't know."
Her hand tightens around his waist involuntarily and he can feel the bruise forming. She can break him into a thousand pieces now, without even trying. "I spent 250 years in the shadows. I don't know how to be in the light."
"You're going to be fine. Fine." Something passes over her face and Angel realizes that his fears are not her fears. "You can have a regular life now."
"No. You're mine." He moves his hand up along her body until he finds her hand and entwines their fingers together. "Mine," he repeats. "It doesn't matter what could be or what was, you're inside of me."
Her face is serious, but her eyes are shining once more. "It's the same."
Nothing could ever make him let go, he thinks.