A/N I got a request for some fluff *cough*Lauren*cough* so I figured I
should give some details that were cut out of Where the Wild Things Are.
This is B/A, (death to B/S, B/R, A/C, and all those other icky pairings!
This is R rated, possibly some NC-17, but you can be the judge. OH! And,
Angel's mansion is the one that's haunted instead of Riley's dorm. I
thought that would put an interesting spin on things about why Angelus
picked the place.
Buffy was fighting a vampire. She kicked him, they exchanged a few punches, and she threw him across the graveyard. Angel joined in and kicked the vampire. They exchanged punches as Buffy loaded her crossbow. She brought it to her face and aimed. Angel threw the vampire over his shoulder. Buffy lowered the crossbow to smile proudly. Angel lifted the vampire and held him in position. Buffy fired, but a demon appeared and shoved Angel out of the way, then helped the vampire up. Buffy dropped her crossbow and joined the fight. She kicked the vampire and then the demon, then moved aside to regroup with Angel.
"Okay, you get Fang, I'll get Horny." Buffy said. Angel gave her a raised eyebrow in return. "I mean.." The vampire attacked. He threw Angel over his shoulder. Angel rolled and came up holding a stake.
Buffy kicked the demon in the chest, then used a circular kick to knock him over. She kicked his knee and punched him several times in the back. Angel kneed the vampire in the back. Buffy had the demon by the neck and stabbed him in the back. Angel staked the vampire and he was dust. Buffy sighed and threw her weapon down while Angel stuck the stake in his duster pocket.
"Woo! Vampire/demon tag team. Who says we can't all get along?" Buffy said.
"Don't recall ever seeing that before." Angel said, stepping closer to her.
"It never happened." Buffy touched his face. "Vamps.. hate demons.." Angel stroked her hair. "Like stripes and polka dots." Buffy ran her hands down his arms. "Major.. clashing." She and Angel caressed each other. "So, uh.. I guess we should tell Giles about this."
"Right."
"I mean, it's the kind of thing he'd.. wanna know about."
"Uh-huh."
"Like, as soon as possible."
"As soon as possible."
Buffy and Angel burst through the mansion door and headed towards the bedroom. Angel was holding Buffy, kissing her enthusiastically. She pulled his shirt off.
"I mean it now. First thing." Kiss. "In the morning.." Kiss. "We go tell Giles." Angel carried her across the room.
"First thing. Good plan." They fell onto the bed a tangled mess of limbs.
Angel ripped Buffy's shirt off and threw the tatters across the room. Her bra was in his way and he ripped that off too. Buffy mumbled something about that was three in two nights, but it was mostly just a moan as Angel attacked her chest. Her fingernails clawed at his back and left red trails in their wake as he continued to suck and bite at her skin. Buffy threw Angel off of her so he was standing. She unbuttoned his pants, almost ripping the button off, and tore them down his legs. He hadn't worn any underwear and he stood there completely in the buff (no pun). Buffy smiled broadly as she stood seductively and slowly slid her pants down. Angel groaned as he got harder from her displays. When Buffy came back up, Angel grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slammed down hard on him. They both screamed out from the contact and then moaned as Buffy started to move up and down in a slow rhythm. Angel's knees buckled from the pleasure and instead of hitting the bed, they hit the hard floor. Neither of them noticed as Angel started to slam into her harder and faster. Buffy came screaming his name, but Angel didn't stop.
Angel finally came on Buffy's second orgasm and collapsed on top of her. Buffy wriggled under him, not completely satisfied and she shoved him upwards. She went with the momentum and flipped herself on top of him. She started to pump and Angel groaned. Buffy was the only one that could keep him going at this grueling pace. Not even Darla had succeeded at it. Angel sat up and assaulted her breasts again.
Using her Slayer flexibility, Buffy bent backwards in Angel's arms and arched her back till the top of her head was touching the floor. Angel's legs were crossed Indian style, cupping her firm bottom so she was comfortable. Not able to reach her breasts, Angel started to bite at her stomach. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick upwards on Buffy's body as she slowly sat back up.
"God Buffy! We.. need to, uh! get up to the...ugh!..bed." Angel ground out.
"I'm fine here." Buffy moaned.
"My ass.. is cold!"
"AH!"
Angel stood with Buffy still moving on him and stumbled to the bed. He tripped over his own feet and fell to the bed. Buffy groaned with the sudden, hard pressure that shoved into her and screamed out for more. Angel was more than happy to oblige. He shoved harder than he had ever let himself with Buffy and they both cried out, coming fast and hard.
"There's always been great discord between them." Giles said. "And yet you say that the, the vampire went to the demon's aid. The two of them were working as a team?"
The group was sitting in the lounge located near Lowell House. Giles sat in a chair facing them, Buffy sat almost in Angel's lap, Willow and Tara sat opposite them on another couch, and Riley sat on a chair facing Giles.
"Everything except giving each other little pats on the behind." Buffy said.
"Extraordinarily odd. As a rule, demons.. have no empathy for any of the species other than their own. In fact, most think of vampires as.. abominations. Mixing with human blood and all."
"Giles! Watch what you say!" Buffy motioned towards Angel.
"Right. Sorry about that Angel."
"It's ok." Angel said.
"So.. what brought these two together?" Willow asked.
"Not what. Who."
"Adam." Giles said.
"Think about it. Who better to bring together a bunch of.. demon types than someone who's made out of a.. bunch of demon types?" Buffy said.
"So he's, um, bridging the gap between the races." Tara said.
"Huh, like Martin Luther King." Willow said, thinking out loud.
"Um, I suggest that, uh, over the next several nights, you two concentrate your patrol in that same area. If there's any other peculiar pairings or groupings, you let me know." Giles said to Buffy and Angel.
"And I'll let the squad know as well. They're patrolling. We'll have a, uh, reserve unit out during the party." Riley said.
"Party?"
"Tomorrow night."
"At a time like this? Who, well, whose idea was that?"
"Mine and Angel's. We thought that we could help out the boys of the Initiative from getting too antsy. I convinced Angel to open our doors and throw a party to blow off steam." Buffy said.
"Point taken."
"You're welcome to come." Angel said.
"Well, much as I, uh, long for a good kegger, I have other plans. The Espresso Pump."
"What are you doing there?" Willow asked.
Buffy and Angel tuned everything else out as they gazed at each other. Buffy stroked Angel's hand slowly and tantalizingly. Amorous looks passed between them and then Angel cleared his throat.
"Buffy, hey, look at the time. Don't you, uh, have a class?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, in about 20 minutes." Buffy said.
"Yeah, but.. I have that.. thing.."
"Right, that.. thing, we could.. squeeze in.. before."
"Yeah."
They got up and Buffy turned a little to say, "Bye!" as Angel called back, "Gotta run."
Buffy and Angel headed to the mansion as fast as they could, which, being superheroes and all, was pretty fast. They landed on the floor of the living area naked, pumping, and groaning. Neither of them could get enough of the other. It had been this way for the past week almost. Buffy completely missed class again because they couldn't stop.
That night, Riley, Forrest, Graham, and Mason were over at Angel's mansion setting up for the party. Buffy had asked them to come help, but she was nowhere to be found. However, they could hear where she was perfectly fine.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me. When do these two come up for air?" Forrest asked Riley.
"Slaves to the rhythm of love." Riley said.
"Room shoulda warmed up by now."
"It's the house. It's made of stone, and stone takes a while to heat up. Give it a while."
"I been building this thing for an hour. It's still an icebox in here." Mason said from the large fireplace.
"Don't bother, Mason, we got a couple of heat generators pumpin' away in the bedroom." Forrest said.
They all looked at the door to Buffy and Angel's bedroom and grinned. Mason turned back to the fire and started to poke at it again. Suddenly the flames shot out and he was engulfed in flames.
"Geez!" Graham cried.
They ran over and started to put out the flames.
"Call a medic. Get help!" Forrest said.
Riley looked at the fireplace. The fire was calm now as if nothing had happened. After a minute, Riley knocked on the door to Buffy and Angel's room. Buffy showed up wrapped in a dark bed sheet. Behind her, Angel lay sprawled out under another sheet, sleeping peacefully.
"Riley?" Buffy asked. Her hair was tousled so much, it was almost an afro.
"Buffy, I think you oughta come see this." Riley said. "I don't mean to ruin your fun or anything."
"Hold on." Buffy shut the door and came back out a minute later in Angel's shirt and a pair of black pants. Riley led her over to the fireplace where Mason was spread out. "Oh my God. What happened?"
"We don't really know. The fire just sort of.. WHOOSH!"
"Whoosh?"
"Came out of the fireplace in a giant fireball. Has this ever happened before?"
"Not that I remember. This place is pretty old though."
"The ambulance is here. We're going to take Mason out there so you don't have to deal with the cops."
"O-ok."
Riley went to Graham and Forrest and helped them lift Mason. Buffy stared in awe and horror at the charred man.
"You're kidding? Mason requested to go on patrol?" Forrest said. He was standing with Riley, Graham, and Angel across the room from Buffy and her friends. Angel was trying to listen, but his attention was focused on Buffy. They stared at each other with small smiles playing at the corners of their mouths.
"He just didn't want the girls to see him with his eyebrows all burnt off." Graham said.
"He's lucky that's all he lost."
"You shoulda seen it, Angel. Weird as hell."
"Mm-hmm." Angel mumbled.
The guys looked over to where Angel was staring. Buffy, of course.
"I swear, you two are just way too much in love." Riley said.
Over on Buffy's side of the room, Xander, Tara, and Willow were talking about something. Buffy wasn't paying attention. She was too busy staring at the man that had her heart and soul across the room.
"How many kids?" Willow asked.
"I dunno, a whole herd of them. And some parents to boot." Xander said. Buffy glanced at him, then looked past him and smiled. "It was kind of embarrassing, which, welcome to life with Anya."
"So you don't even know if she's coming tonight?" Tara asked.
"I'm thinking no. She was.. pretty upset. Which makes me wonder, is it me? Am I the crazy one?"
"Uh-huh. Absolutely." Buffy said, still staring at Angel.
"Hey, Buffy, this might be a good time to mention that someone, so not me, spilled something purply on your new peasant top which I would never borrow without asking. Still love me?" Willow asked.
"Uh huh." Buffy mumbled. Then she realized what Willow had said and broke her stare with Angel. "Huh? What about my peasant top?"
"Nothing."
"Xander was just talking about Anya." Tara said.
Buffy just nodded, her attention back on Angel.
"Oh, it's nothing much. Just feeling pretty glad right now that a certain ex-demon doesn't have any powers." Xander said.
Angel stared back at Buffy. She looked so sexy. He started to get very hot standing there staring at her. He could tell she was too because of the look in her eyes as she started to walk over to him. He smiled and took a step forward, making the guys look at him.
"Hey, uh, can we..?" Buffy asked, pointing towards the bedroom. "I, um, need you to take a look at an.. essay, for.. American history class."
"That.. essay, right. Here." Angel handed his drink to Forrest. Forrest looked annoyed. Graham looked amused. "I'll catch you guys in a minute, uh, essay.. gotta look at.."
Buffy tugged him towards the bedroom. Angel didn't disagree. They snuck through the crowd and ducked into the bedroom. Angel wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist and pulled her tightly to him, smothering her in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed his neck and hair, gripping handfuls and pulling him closer. She leaned backwards in his arms and he kissed her neck, sucked at her skin, and licked her scar. Buffy moaned in pleasure and melted in his arms.
Angel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him. As he carried her slowly to the bed, Buffy worked on his shirt while blowing and nipping at his ear. It drove him insane with lust and he grew harder for her. Buffy slipped his shirt off of him and leaned in to kiss his marble chest. She left hot trails along his cold skin. Angel dropped her gently to the bed and she took her shirt off. He silently thanked her for not wearing a bra and leaned in to suck her breast into his mouth. He made slow, agonizing circles with his tongue and Buffy groaned, pushing herself up towards the hard bulge in his pants. Angel moaned from the covered contact. Needing more, Angel slipping his hands to the waistband of her pants and slipped them off, grabbing her underwear to bring down in the process. Buffy raised her hips up so he could slip them off easier. She lay back on the bed and Angel covered her tiny body.
Buffy slid her hands slowly with butterfly touches down to his pants. She undid the button and zipper there and Angel stood up. As she watched, Angel slid his pants and tight boxers down to the floor and slipped them off. Not wanting to wait any longer with foreplay, Buffy stood faster than Angel could see and grabbed his neck. She pulled him down with her onto the bed. Once again he covered her. She slid her hand down and led him to her opening. With one thrust he was in. Buffy and Angel moaned as he started to slowly drive himself in and out of her. Angel rolled towards the top of the bed and laid underneath Buffy while she pushed herself harder onto him. He grabbed the covers and hauled them over Buffy and himself. Buffy stopped pushing for a second and allowed Angel to scoot long ways on the bed. She started to kiss him and move up and down again when they heard a scream. Angel broke the kiss and Buffy stopped moving.
"Was that Willow?" Angel asked, panting.
"I don't know." Buffy said, panting and turning to look back at him. "Doesn't matter."
Angel nodded and they resumed their movements. He rolled again and was back on top, Buffy smushed under him. His strokes got longer, faster, and harder and both were about to reach their peeks when someone started to pound on the door. It was Xander and Willow.
"Buffy?" Xander yelled.
"Buffy? Angel?" Willow called.
Buffy and Angel writhed in the bed, ignoring Willow and Xander. They panted and moaned, which echoed through the room. Xander still pounded and yelled Buffy's name, but to Buffy and Angel, it was intelligible. To them, the bed receded until it was just a small square in the middle of the room, with blackness all around. Their orgasms spread throughout their bodies and they cried out.
"Do you wanna go back?" Angel asked, breathless.
"Never." Buffy started to kiss him again and soon they were at it again.
"Buffy! Angel!" Willow and Xander's faint voices called.
Screams started to come from outside of the room, but Buffy and Angel ignored them. They were too wrapped up in each other to even notice. As the screaming intensified, so did their pleasure. With every hard thrust, a loud scream would come from outside as well as from the couple. Neither of them cared. All they wanted, all they NEEDED, was each other and the coming climax. As it came, the house started to shake. Angel rolled off of Buffy, panting and looked over at her.
"You're.. you're too far away from me." Buffy panted.
"I'm right here." Angel said.
"You.. have to.. keep touching me.." Buffy rolled over on top of him and started kissing him again.
Angel rolled her over so he was on top and started pumping hard enough that if Buffy had been a human, it would have broken her pelvis. She shot an arm above her and slammed it into the headboard with a scream, cracking the wood. Angel cried out Buffy's name through the panting and groans emanating from them both.
"Look! It wasn't always just a house!" Willow cried, looking at the page she has just found. "Between 1949 and 1960, the Sunnydale Home for Children housed upwards of 40 adolescents: runaways, juvenile delinquents, and emotionally disturbed teenagers from the Sunnydale area."
"Children? Did any of them, um, die in there?" Tara asked.
"If there were deaths, then, uh, perhaps we're dealing with a fairly.. standard haunting." Giles said.
"It doesn't say. It's mostly about the old house director, Genevieve Holt." Willow started to read. "'Sunnydale Children's Aid. 30 years of community service. Giving disadvantaged kids the love and care they deserve.'"
"When did she die?"
"She didn't."
"We need to talk to this woman, see what she knows."
"I agree. I wonder if Angel knew about the history of his mansion."
"We'll get to find out if we can keep them alive."
Everyone rushed out to find the old house director.
Angel pulled away from Buffy and stopped for a second.
"Don't stop. Never stop touching me." Buffy said, pulling his face back to hers.
Angel rammed into her, continuing their grueling pace. It was a good thing they were a slayer and a vampire. No one remotely human could have withstood this long. Neither of them was tired. Buffy bucked upward with every thrust and suddenly she was on top. Angel didn't complain. She moved rhythmically on him, releasing a groan with every thrust, as did Angel. She laid down hard on his chest as they came together screaming.
From outside, they could hear howls and two people yelling. It sounded like Xander and Anya, but neither of them could tell, nor did they care. All Angel wanted was to be inside Buffy, taking her to new levels of pleasure. His hand sank down to her thighs and he started to massage them. He did it in slow movements in time to his thrusts. Buffy groaned and moved her leg further up until it was almost wrapped around his neck. He continued to massage and thrust for all he was worth until Buffy rolled and laid on top of him.
She planted kisses everywhere and heated his cool body with every brush of her lips. Angel moaned when Buffy bit down hard on his shoulder and drew blood. She licked it up sensuously and then kissed him deep, allowing him to taste his own blood. His face morphed into vamp mode and he stared at her through his golden eyes. Buffy ran her finger across one of his fangs, drawing blood. Angel sucked the finger into his mouth and licked the blood up from her finger. The rush of power that came with her blood hit him and he rolled them back over so she was under him. He started to slam into her with more force and Buffy screamed out for more. As they came, Buffy rolled so she was back on top. They were about to start again when the door slammed open and revealed Xander and Anya staring in at them. Buffy and Angel sat up and covered themselves with the sheets.
"Xander! Don't you knock?" Buffy asked angrily.
Anya and Xander just looked at each other and walked off.
"I can't believe it really happened." Angel said. He, Buffy, Anya, Willow, and Xander were all seated in his living room.
"I just had no idea. It's so creepy! He was really singing?" Buffy asked. They were talking about Giles' late night song session at the Espresso Pump.
"I'd say it was more like crooning." Xander said, then to Anya, "If we grow old together, remind me to skip the midlife crisis."
"Ok." Anya said.
"Come on, you have to admit, it was kinda sexy." Willow said.
"Please stop saying that. I'm willing to offer cash incentives." Xander pleaded with her.
"We're just lucky no one got injured." Angel said, looking at Buffy. "No thanks to us."
"Don't be too hard on yourself." Willow said.
"He's right, Will. If Angel and I hadn't gotten so wrapped up in each other, none of this would've happened." Buffy said.
"True. Feel shame." Anya said.
"My girlfriend. Mistress of the learning plateau." Xander said.
"Really, it wasn't your fault. You were under the influence of powerful magicks." Willow offered.
"We were like zombies. I had no control over myself at all." Buffy said.
"Must have been horrible."
Buffy looked sidelong at Angel who looked back down at her with a small smirk. "Yeah. Horrible."
"Uh huh." Angel said, both of them nodding firmly.
"Mm-hmm."
"It was bad."
Everyone just rolled their eyes and got up to leave.
Buffy was fighting a vampire. She kicked him, they exchanged a few punches, and she threw him across the graveyard. Angel joined in and kicked the vampire. They exchanged punches as Buffy loaded her crossbow. She brought it to her face and aimed. Angel threw the vampire over his shoulder. Buffy lowered the crossbow to smile proudly. Angel lifted the vampire and held him in position. Buffy fired, but a demon appeared and shoved Angel out of the way, then helped the vampire up. Buffy dropped her crossbow and joined the fight. She kicked the vampire and then the demon, then moved aside to regroup with Angel.
"Okay, you get Fang, I'll get Horny." Buffy said. Angel gave her a raised eyebrow in return. "I mean.." The vampire attacked. He threw Angel over his shoulder. Angel rolled and came up holding a stake.
Buffy kicked the demon in the chest, then used a circular kick to knock him over. She kicked his knee and punched him several times in the back. Angel kneed the vampire in the back. Buffy had the demon by the neck and stabbed him in the back. Angel staked the vampire and he was dust. Buffy sighed and threw her weapon down while Angel stuck the stake in his duster pocket.
"Woo! Vampire/demon tag team. Who says we can't all get along?" Buffy said.
"Don't recall ever seeing that before." Angel said, stepping closer to her.
"It never happened." Buffy touched his face. "Vamps.. hate demons.." Angel stroked her hair. "Like stripes and polka dots." Buffy ran her hands down his arms. "Major.. clashing." She and Angel caressed each other. "So, uh.. I guess we should tell Giles about this."
"Right."
"I mean, it's the kind of thing he'd.. wanna know about."
"Uh-huh."
"Like, as soon as possible."
"As soon as possible."
Buffy and Angel burst through the mansion door and headed towards the bedroom. Angel was holding Buffy, kissing her enthusiastically. She pulled his shirt off.
"I mean it now. First thing." Kiss. "In the morning.." Kiss. "We go tell Giles." Angel carried her across the room.
"First thing. Good plan." They fell onto the bed a tangled mess of limbs.
Angel ripped Buffy's shirt off and threw the tatters across the room. Her bra was in his way and he ripped that off too. Buffy mumbled something about that was three in two nights, but it was mostly just a moan as Angel attacked her chest. Her fingernails clawed at his back and left red trails in their wake as he continued to suck and bite at her skin. Buffy threw Angel off of her so he was standing. She unbuttoned his pants, almost ripping the button off, and tore them down his legs. He hadn't worn any underwear and he stood there completely in the buff (no pun). Buffy smiled broadly as she stood seductively and slowly slid her pants down. Angel groaned as he got harder from her displays. When Buffy came back up, Angel grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slammed down hard on him. They both screamed out from the contact and then moaned as Buffy started to move up and down in a slow rhythm. Angel's knees buckled from the pleasure and instead of hitting the bed, they hit the hard floor. Neither of them noticed as Angel started to slam into her harder and faster. Buffy came screaming his name, but Angel didn't stop.
Angel finally came on Buffy's second orgasm and collapsed on top of her. Buffy wriggled under him, not completely satisfied and she shoved him upwards. She went with the momentum and flipped herself on top of him. She started to pump and Angel groaned. Buffy was the only one that could keep him going at this grueling pace. Not even Darla had succeeded at it. Angel sat up and assaulted her breasts again.
Using her Slayer flexibility, Buffy bent backwards in Angel's arms and arched her back till the top of her head was touching the floor. Angel's legs were crossed Indian style, cupping her firm bottom so she was comfortable. Not able to reach her breasts, Angel started to bite at her stomach. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick upwards on Buffy's body as she slowly sat back up.
"God Buffy! We.. need to, uh! get up to the...ugh!..bed." Angel ground out.
"I'm fine here." Buffy moaned.
"My ass.. is cold!"
"AH!"
Angel stood with Buffy still moving on him and stumbled to the bed. He tripped over his own feet and fell to the bed. Buffy groaned with the sudden, hard pressure that shoved into her and screamed out for more. Angel was more than happy to oblige. He shoved harder than he had ever let himself with Buffy and they both cried out, coming fast and hard.
"There's always been great discord between them." Giles said. "And yet you say that the, the vampire went to the demon's aid. The two of them were working as a team?"
The group was sitting in the lounge located near Lowell House. Giles sat in a chair facing them, Buffy sat almost in Angel's lap, Willow and Tara sat opposite them on another couch, and Riley sat on a chair facing Giles.
"Everything except giving each other little pats on the behind." Buffy said.
"Extraordinarily odd. As a rule, demons.. have no empathy for any of the species other than their own. In fact, most think of vampires as.. abominations. Mixing with human blood and all."
"Giles! Watch what you say!" Buffy motioned towards Angel.
"Right. Sorry about that Angel."
"It's ok." Angel said.
"So.. what brought these two together?" Willow asked.
"Not what. Who."
"Adam." Giles said.
"Think about it. Who better to bring together a bunch of.. demon types than someone who's made out of a.. bunch of demon types?" Buffy said.
"So he's, um, bridging the gap between the races." Tara said.
"Huh, like Martin Luther King." Willow said, thinking out loud.
"Um, I suggest that, uh, over the next several nights, you two concentrate your patrol in that same area. If there's any other peculiar pairings or groupings, you let me know." Giles said to Buffy and Angel.
"And I'll let the squad know as well. They're patrolling. We'll have a, uh, reserve unit out during the party." Riley said.
"Party?"
"Tomorrow night."
"At a time like this? Who, well, whose idea was that?"
"Mine and Angel's. We thought that we could help out the boys of the Initiative from getting too antsy. I convinced Angel to open our doors and throw a party to blow off steam." Buffy said.
"Point taken."
"You're welcome to come." Angel said.
"Well, much as I, uh, long for a good kegger, I have other plans. The Espresso Pump."
"What are you doing there?" Willow asked.
Buffy and Angel tuned everything else out as they gazed at each other. Buffy stroked Angel's hand slowly and tantalizingly. Amorous looks passed between them and then Angel cleared his throat.
"Buffy, hey, look at the time. Don't you, uh, have a class?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, in about 20 minutes." Buffy said.
"Yeah, but.. I have that.. thing.."
"Right, that.. thing, we could.. squeeze in.. before."
"Yeah."
They got up and Buffy turned a little to say, "Bye!" as Angel called back, "Gotta run."
Buffy and Angel headed to the mansion as fast as they could, which, being superheroes and all, was pretty fast. They landed on the floor of the living area naked, pumping, and groaning. Neither of them could get enough of the other. It had been this way for the past week almost. Buffy completely missed class again because they couldn't stop.
That night, Riley, Forrest, Graham, and Mason were over at Angel's mansion setting up for the party. Buffy had asked them to come help, but she was nowhere to be found. However, they could hear where she was perfectly fine.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me. When do these two come up for air?" Forrest asked Riley.
"Slaves to the rhythm of love." Riley said.
"Room shoulda warmed up by now."
"It's the house. It's made of stone, and stone takes a while to heat up. Give it a while."
"I been building this thing for an hour. It's still an icebox in here." Mason said from the large fireplace.
"Don't bother, Mason, we got a couple of heat generators pumpin' away in the bedroom." Forrest said.
They all looked at the door to Buffy and Angel's bedroom and grinned. Mason turned back to the fire and started to poke at it again. Suddenly the flames shot out and he was engulfed in flames.
"Geez!" Graham cried.
They ran over and started to put out the flames.
"Call a medic. Get help!" Forrest said.
Riley looked at the fireplace. The fire was calm now as if nothing had happened. After a minute, Riley knocked on the door to Buffy and Angel's room. Buffy showed up wrapped in a dark bed sheet. Behind her, Angel lay sprawled out under another sheet, sleeping peacefully.
"Riley?" Buffy asked. Her hair was tousled so much, it was almost an afro.
"Buffy, I think you oughta come see this." Riley said. "I don't mean to ruin your fun or anything."
"Hold on." Buffy shut the door and came back out a minute later in Angel's shirt and a pair of black pants. Riley led her over to the fireplace where Mason was spread out. "Oh my God. What happened?"
"We don't really know. The fire just sort of.. WHOOSH!"
"Whoosh?"
"Came out of the fireplace in a giant fireball. Has this ever happened before?"
"Not that I remember. This place is pretty old though."
"The ambulance is here. We're going to take Mason out there so you don't have to deal with the cops."
"O-ok."
Riley went to Graham and Forrest and helped them lift Mason. Buffy stared in awe and horror at the charred man.
"You're kidding? Mason requested to go on patrol?" Forrest said. He was standing with Riley, Graham, and Angel across the room from Buffy and her friends. Angel was trying to listen, but his attention was focused on Buffy. They stared at each other with small smiles playing at the corners of their mouths.
"He just didn't want the girls to see him with his eyebrows all burnt off." Graham said.
"He's lucky that's all he lost."
"You shoulda seen it, Angel. Weird as hell."
"Mm-hmm." Angel mumbled.
The guys looked over to where Angel was staring. Buffy, of course.
"I swear, you two are just way too much in love." Riley said.
Over on Buffy's side of the room, Xander, Tara, and Willow were talking about something. Buffy wasn't paying attention. She was too busy staring at the man that had her heart and soul across the room.
"How many kids?" Willow asked.
"I dunno, a whole herd of them. And some parents to boot." Xander said. Buffy glanced at him, then looked past him and smiled. "It was kind of embarrassing, which, welcome to life with Anya."
"So you don't even know if she's coming tonight?" Tara asked.
"I'm thinking no. She was.. pretty upset. Which makes me wonder, is it me? Am I the crazy one?"
"Uh-huh. Absolutely." Buffy said, still staring at Angel.
"Hey, Buffy, this might be a good time to mention that someone, so not me, spilled something purply on your new peasant top which I would never borrow without asking. Still love me?" Willow asked.
"Uh huh." Buffy mumbled. Then she realized what Willow had said and broke her stare with Angel. "Huh? What about my peasant top?"
"Nothing."
"Xander was just talking about Anya." Tara said.
Buffy just nodded, her attention back on Angel.
"Oh, it's nothing much. Just feeling pretty glad right now that a certain ex-demon doesn't have any powers." Xander said.
Angel stared back at Buffy. She looked so sexy. He started to get very hot standing there staring at her. He could tell she was too because of the look in her eyes as she started to walk over to him. He smiled and took a step forward, making the guys look at him.
"Hey, uh, can we..?" Buffy asked, pointing towards the bedroom. "I, um, need you to take a look at an.. essay, for.. American history class."
"That.. essay, right. Here." Angel handed his drink to Forrest. Forrest looked annoyed. Graham looked amused. "I'll catch you guys in a minute, uh, essay.. gotta look at.."
Buffy tugged him towards the bedroom. Angel didn't disagree. They snuck through the crowd and ducked into the bedroom. Angel wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist and pulled her tightly to him, smothering her in a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed his neck and hair, gripping handfuls and pulling him closer. She leaned backwards in his arms and he kissed her neck, sucked at her skin, and licked her scar. Buffy moaned in pleasure and melted in his arms.
Angel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him. As he carried her slowly to the bed, Buffy worked on his shirt while blowing and nipping at his ear. It drove him insane with lust and he grew harder for her. Buffy slipped his shirt off of him and leaned in to kiss his marble chest. She left hot trails along his cold skin. Angel dropped her gently to the bed and she took her shirt off. He silently thanked her for not wearing a bra and leaned in to suck her breast into his mouth. He made slow, agonizing circles with his tongue and Buffy groaned, pushing herself up towards the hard bulge in his pants. Angel moaned from the covered contact. Needing more, Angel slipping his hands to the waistband of her pants and slipped them off, grabbing her underwear to bring down in the process. Buffy raised her hips up so he could slip them off easier. She lay back on the bed and Angel covered her tiny body.
Buffy slid her hands slowly with butterfly touches down to his pants. She undid the button and zipper there and Angel stood up. As she watched, Angel slid his pants and tight boxers down to the floor and slipped them off. Not wanting to wait any longer with foreplay, Buffy stood faster than Angel could see and grabbed his neck. She pulled him down with her onto the bed. Once again he covered her. She slid her hand down and led him to her opening. With one thrust he was in. Buffy and Angel moaned as he started to slowly drive himself in and out of her. Angel rolled towards the top of the bed and laid underneath Buffy while she pushed herself harder onto him. He grabbed the covers and hauled them over Buffy and himself. Buffy stopped pushing for a second and allowed Angel to scoot long ways on the bed. She started to kiss him and move up and down again when they heard a scream. Angel broke the kiss and Buffy stopped moving.
"Was that Willow?" Angel asked, panting.
"I don't know." Buffy said, panting and turning to look back at him. "Doesn't matter."
Angel nodded and they resumed their movements. He rolled again and was back on top, Buffy smushed under him. His strokes got longer, faster, and harder and both were about to reach their peeks when someone started to pound on the door. It was Xander and Willow.
"Buffy?" Xander yelled.
"Buffy? Angel?" Willow called.
Buffy and Angel writhed in the bed, ignoring Willow and Xander. They panted and moaned, which echoed through the room. Xander still pounded and yelled Buffy's name, but to Buffy and Angel, it was intelligible. To them, the bed receded until it was just a small square in the middle of the room, with blackness all around. Their orgasms spread throughout their bodies and they cried out.
"Do you wanna go back?" Angel asked, breathless.
"Never." Buffy started to kiss him again and soon they were at it again.
"Buffy! Angel!" Willow and Xander's faint voices called.
Screams started to come from outside of the room, but Buffy and Angel ignored them. They were too wrapped up in each other to even notice. As the screaming intensified, so did their pleasure. With every hard thrust, a loud scream would come from outside as well as from the couple. Neither of them cared. All they wanted, all they NEEDED, was each other and the coming climax. As it came, the house started to shake. Angel rolled off of Buffy, panting and looked over at her.
"You're.. you're too far away from me." Buffy panted.
"I'm right here." Angel said.
"You.. have to.. keep touching me.." Buffy rolled over on top of him and started kissing him again.
Angel rolled her over so he was on top and started pumping hard enough that if Buffy had been a human, it would have broken her pelvis. She shot an arm above her and slammed it into the headboard with a scream, cracking the wood. Angel cried out Buffy's name through the panting and groans emanating from them both.
"Look! It wasn't always just a house!" Willow cried, looking at the page she has just found. "Between 1949 and 1960, the Sunnydale Home for Children housed upwards of 40 adolescents: runaways, juvenile delinquents, and emotionally disturbed teenagers from the Sunnydale area."
"Children? Did any of them, um, die in there?" Tara asked.
"If there were deaths, then, uh, perhaps we're dealing with a fairly.. standard haunting." Giles said.
"It doesn't say. It's mostly about the old house director, Genevieve Holt." Willow started to read. "'Sunnydale Children's Aid. 30 years of community service. Giving disadvantaged kids the love and care they deserve.'"
"When did she die?"
"She didn't."
"We need to talk to this woman, see what she knows."
"I agree. I wonder if Angel knew about the history of his mansion."
"We'll get to find out if we can keep them alive."
Everyone rushed out to find the old house director.
Angel pulled away from Buffy and stopped for a second.
"Don't stop. Never stop touching me." Buffy said, pulling his face back to hers.
Angel rammed into her, continuing their grueling pace. It was a good thing they were a slayer and a vampire. No one remotely human could have withstood this long. Neither of them was tired. Buffy bucked upward with every thrust and suddenly she was on top. Angel didn't complain. She moved rhythmically on him, releasing a groan with every thrust, as did Angel. She laid down hard on his chest as they came together screaming.
From outside, they could hear howls and two people yelling. It sounded like Xander and Anya, but neither of them could tell, nor did they care. All Angel wanted was to be inside Buffy, taking her to new levels of pleasure. His hand sank down to her thighs and he started to massage them. He did it in slow movements in time to his thrusts. Buffy groaned and moved her leg further up until it was almost wrapped around his neck. He continued to massage and thrust for all he was worth until Buffy rolled and laid on top of him.
She planted kisses everywhere and heated his cool body with every brush of her lips. Angel moaned when Buffy bit down hard on his shoulder and drew blood. She licked it up sensuously and then kissed him deep, allowing him to taste his own blood. His face morphed into vamp mode and he stared at her through his golden eyes. Buffy ran her finger across one of his fangs, drawing blood. Angel sucked the finger into his mouth and licked the blood up from her finger. The rush of power that came with her blood hit him and he rolled them back over so she was under him. He started to slam into her with more force and Buffy screamed out for more. As they came, Buffy rolled so she was back on top. They were about to start again when the door slammed open and revealed Xander and Anya staring in at them. Buffy and Angel sat up and covered themselves with the sheets.
"Xander! Don't you knock?" Buffy asked angrily.
Anya and Xander just looked at each other and walked off.
"I can't believe it really happened." Angel said. He, Buffy, Anya, Willow, and Xander were all seated in his living room.
"I just had no idea. It's so creepy! He was really singing?" Buffy asked. They were talking about Giles' late night song session at the Espresso Pump.
"I'd say it was more like crooning." Xander said, then to Anya, "If we grow old together, remind me to skip the midlife crisis."
"Ok." Anya said.
"Come on, you have to admit, it was kinda sexy." Willow said.
"Please stop saying that. I'm willing to offer cash incentives." Xander pleaded with her.
"We're just lucky no one got injured." Angel said, looking at Buffy. "No thanks to us."
"Don't be too hard on yourself." Willow said.
"He's right, Will. If Angel and I hadn't gotten so wrapped up in each other, none of this would've happened." Buffy said.
"True. Feel shame." Anya said.
"My girlfriend. Mistress of the learning plateau." Xander said.
"Really, it wasn't your fault. You were under the influence of powerful magicks." Willow offered.
"We were like zombies. I had no control over myself at all." Buffy said.
"Must have been horrible."
Buffy looked sidelong at Angel who looked back down at her with a small smirk. "Yeah. Horrible."
"Uh huh." Angel said, both of them nodding firmly.
"Mm-hmm."
"It was bad."
Everyone just rolled their eyes and got up to leave.