"Mom!" Buffy stands still, her eyes wide. "I was-just-um"
"Stop." Joyce holds up her hand, her entire body radiating anger. "Who's Angel? And don't lie to me."
"My…my boyfriend. Mom-"
"How old is he?"
"Um…I'm not sure?" Buffy starts to twist the rings on her fingers in nervousness.
"But he is older?" Joyce crosses her arms, her face full of more anger than Buffy had ever seen. Buffy just nods. "Have you had sex with him?"
"…Yes, but mom-"
"Is that where you've been? Off with that man, letting him use your body?"
"Mom! It's not like that!" Buffy says angrily, taking a step towards her mother. "I love him! And he loves me, more than anyone ever has in my life!"
"Of course he said that Buffy!" Joyce yells. "You will not to see him again, do you understand?"
"Yes I will!" she yells just as loud.
"I don't know how long you've been a little slut, but I won't stand for it!" Buffy is stunned into silence, tears of hurt springing to her eyes at her mother's words. "He probably isn't the first and I'm sure he won't be the last!"
Joyce turns away, giving a dazed Buffy a chance to look around her room. What she sees causes her breath to choke in her throat. The closet is opened and empty along with the dresser, the drawers tossed out on the floor. Her bed is bare except for a handful of stuffed trash bags and the remains of her gutted stuffed pig.
"Mom," Buffy's voice cracks, tears falling down her face. "What-what's going on? What happened to my room?"
Joyce turns around with a duffel bag that she pushes into Buffy's arms. "Your room? You don't have a room here anymore."
"Mommy-" Buffy cries. Joyce looks at her with a cold expression on her face.
"You want to stay out and give it up to whoever says something nice to you, fine. But you cant live here while you do." Joyce spreads her arms. "Choose. Do you want to live here or do you want to take the chance that your amazing Angel will take you in? But whatever choice you make is final, understand?"
Buffy sobs, her eyes pleading with her mother to stop. After a few moments, she wipes her face, holding back more sobs as best she can. She straightens her spine and looks at the woman in the eye, all love gone from her gaze.
"Fine," she whispers. She turns back to the window, opens it and tosses the duffel bag out onto the ground.
"You are not my daughter," Joyce says as she turns to leave.
"I haven't been your daughter in two years," Buffy says softly, tears still falling down her face.
"Just leave. I'll put the rest on the porch tomorrow." With that, her mother walks out of the room, slamming the door.
Buffy covers her face, giving in to her tears. After a moment she looks around the room, suddenly feeling unwelcome. Still sobbing she walks to the bed and gathers as much of the mess of her beloved stuffed pig as she can. Clutching the remains to her chest, she walks to the window and exists into the night for the last time.
Angel places the mug of blood into the microwave, setting the timer. He stands right next to it, full of hunger as he hasn't fed since the night before when he turned Buffy. He stares at the revolving mug as he remembers the first time making love to her. His face clouds with the memory of turning her, of hearing her heart stop. His guilt lessens as he remembers the smile on her face when she said he made her happy. He cracks a small smile thinking of them expressing their love and of the many other times he can look forward to it.
Just as the microwave dings to signal it is done, there comes a knock on his door. Knowing that whoever it is either knows about his "condition" or brings bad news where he will need his strength, he takes out the mug and drinks it down as he walks to the door. There comes another knock as he wipes his mouth and sets the cup down on the table near the door. He opens the door, expecting to see an angry Xander or Giles, but is completely shocked to see the devastated blonde standing there.
"Buffy?" he pulls her in, wrapping his arms around his crying love, fighting down the panic trying to worm its way up. "What's wrong?"
"Angel," she sobs, her entire body shaking.
"Okay, I'm here baby." He uses his foot to close his door, taking the duffel bag off her shoulder. He picks her up and carries her to his bed, holding her in his lap as he rocks. "It's gonna be ok, I'm right here. I got you. Shhh."
He holds her like that, whispering soothingly to her as he rubs her back and hair for over an hour. He has figured out that she must have had a confrontation with her mother. He doesn't know what Joyce said or did but it must have been bad to cause Buffy to fall apart like this. Slowly, Buffy's sobs stop and she sits in his lap, clinging to him.
"Are you ready to tell me what happened?" he whispers, giving her head a loving kiss.
She nods, leaning her head onto this shoulder. In a flat voice she tells him about the argument, tears falling silently down her face without her knowing. Angel fights hard to control his anger at what the woman who is supposed to be her mother said. He grips her tightly, knowing that she must be in so much emotional pain.
"And look…look what she did," Buffy's voice cracks as she shifts. Angel looks down into her hands and feels a surge of rage at the tattered remains. "She killed Mr. Gordo. I know it's stupid to cry about it but why? It's such a petty thing to do and she knew how much it would hurt me. Why would she do that? Why Angel?"
"Hey, shh," he pulls her to his chest, holding her tightly. "It's going to be okay. I love you."
"I love you too," she pulls back, resting her hand on his cheek. "I love you so much, Angel."
He turns his head to kiss her palm. He leans forward and starts to softly kiss the tears off her face, his fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt to run circles over her smooth skin. Whispering his name she guides his mouth to hers, moaning as his tongue glides against hers.
Knowing that she needs the comfort, the proof of his love, Angel slowly shifts her so that she is laying on the bed with his body over hers. His hand becomes bolder, cupping her soft breasts under her shirt, her own hands gripping his broad shoulders. He slides his body down, kissing her stomach as he takes off her shirt.
With whispered words and soft moans they undress each other, kissing passionately over and over. Just as Angel is about to kiss his way down to her core, Buffy flips them smiling down at his surprised face. She caresses his chest before leaning down and kissing the place where his heart should beat. She slowly circles her tongue around his nipple causing him to arch up. With a mischievous smile she kisses her way down, loving the way his hands glide into her hair.
"Buffy," Angel moans as her pretty mouth hovers over him. She looks him in the eye as she softly kisses the tip. Taking the way he grips her hair as a good sign she opens her lips and takes as much of him in as she can.
"Oh shit," he whispers out, transfixed on the sight before him. He doesn't know if she has a natural talent or if it is just the fact that it's his love pleasuring him, but he knows that if she doesn't stop soon, it will be over quickly. "Buffy, baby you…oh…please."
With a slight pop she removes her mouth, smiling with pride at the pleasure she obviously brought him. As he tries to sit up she pushes him back down.
"Nope, it's my turn," she says with a saucy smile. Willing to let her, Angel smiles at her sexily and lays back, his hands cupping her hips to help guide her.
She lines him up and slowly sinks down her eyes closing and her head falling back at the feeling. Angel grips her hips tightly and growls at the sight before him. Her head still back, Buffy laughs breathlessly at the sound.
"Buffy," Angel growls out. "Move."
She looks down, her green eyes locking onto his chocolate ones. "Show me how."
Never looking away he uses his grip to move her up and down, thrusting in rhythm with her. After a few moments, with their passions rushing forward, she pries his hands off her hips, never stopping their movements. With her right hand she holds onto his left, using her left to guide his to her breast, which he quickly begins to massage.
Their release approaches, their eyes closing at the amount of pleasure they are receiving. With a call of his name, Buffy reaches her peak, her nails biting into his flesh. Feeling her clench around him, Angel opens his eyes to witness the amazing sight, thinking she is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. When her eyes open and lock onto his, he is pushed over the edge. With a final thrust he joins her, grunting his love for her.
Buffy collapses on him, Angel running his hands over her smooth back. They lie together in silence for minutes, happiness filling them.
"Will you move in with me?" Angel whispers in her ear, half expecting her to be asleep.
"Really?" she turns her head to look in his eyes, a happy smile lighting her face. He smoothes the hair out of her face, his thumb running over her cheek.
"Yeah. That's what you do when you love someone right?" he smirks at her, happier than he has ever been. She rolls her eyes playfully before leaning forward and kissing him deeply.
"Yes it is. And yes," she sits up, still connected intimately with him. "I would love to live with you."
Angel raises his hands to her chest, running his thumb over her nipple. She gasps from the combined sensation of his hands and of him hardening inside her. With a wolfish smile he turns them over.
"My turn," he says, crushing his mouth to hers.
so what did you think? i wrote this at camp when i was trying to write a chapter for my Bones story, which i blame on my mom telling me that the la llorona was going to get me (if you dont know what that is just ask me). still not done, but soon. thanks for reading!