Unleashed: part Two
A fic by: Angel's blue eyed girl
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them, but I do like to play with them. :)
A/N: Thank you Viv for beta reading this for me and thanks to Rox and Vix for brainstorming with me on this fic. Also, thank you to each and every one of you who R&R'ed this fic. You guys inspire me and I love ya.
Xoxo
Jen
Okay, on with the show.
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Part Two
Angel's apartment:
A few hours and many orgasms later, Buffy was curled up against his side with her head on his chest. The effects of Voluptas' magic were finally wearing off after several satisfying romps with Angel and Buffy snuggled deeper into his embrace as she explained to him what had happened to her. Angel agreed to help find Aros and bring him back, but first they had to make sure Buffy was actually free of the magic.
Her eyes were just beginning to droop when she suddenly remembered what she'd done before she'd gone downstairs to Angel's apartment. Her eyes snapped open and she shot up to a sitting position, startling Angel.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, turning huge green eyes on him.
"What?" Angel felt his belly clench, was she sorry now? "What's wrong, baby?"
"Um…" Oh God, how did she explain what she'd done? She looked down and plucked at the comforter as she worked up the courage to tell him. "You know how I told you that I'd overheard Doyle and Cordelia earlier?"
"I remember you telling me you overheard a conversation—you were pissed about it too, but I told you I'd just found out. You aren't still mad at me are you?"
"No, of course not, but you might be mad at me in a minute…"
That was puzzling. Angel made her look at him. "Why would I be mad at you?"
Buffy's heart began to pound and a knot was forming in her stomach, she hoped he wasn't too angry at her. "Just remember…I was under the influence at the time—normally I'd never do such a thing, you know that, right? I mean, I'm not bad, I was just wacky with the magic…"
She was beginning to ramble and Angel took a calming breath, he knew from experience that getting uptight would only make her ramble more. "I don't know what you're talking about and I can't imagine you doing anything that would make me get that mad at you, so just tell me."
"Yeah, he says that now…" she muttered. Angel was looking worried now and Buffy hurried to explain. "Okay, well you see I…well…I kinda left Doyle and Cordy tied up in your office."
He sucked in a sharp breath and his eyes bulged. "You what?!" He paused when she scooted back from him. He didn't want to scare her, but that had been the last thing he'd expected her to say. His voice softened and he made her look at him again. "How do you kinda tie someone up?"
Her lower lip jutted out. "Fine, so I totally hog tied them, but I was desperate to get to you, Angel…I'd missed you so much and then with the magic and all…" She paused for breath, before continuing on in a rush. "And they weren't leaving. I tried to wait, but I couldn't. The magic was making me do the wacky, so I- I tied them up and gagged them. I did apologize to them while I was doing the whole tying up thing, but I don't think it helped because Cordy looked pretty pissed and…" She finally met his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight as you can probably tell," she mumbled.
For a moment he was too shocked to say anything, but then he imagined Buffy being so hot and bothered that she tied up Queen C to get to him, suddenly the humor in that situation hit him and he laughed. "Oh no, I can just imagine the look on her face." He tried to stop the giggles, but then another thought came to mind and he chuckled harder as he said, "But I bet Doyle's thankful you gagged her so he didn't have to listen to her this whole time!"
Stunned he wasn't angry with her, Buffy felt a smile tug at her own lips too. "She wouldn't even listen to my apology, that's why I gagged her. I really am sorry, Angel."
"It's—" He stopped as a sobering thought hit him. "Wait, you didn't…hurt them, did you?"
Buffy shook her head. "Maybe injured their pride, but no…no physical pain involved."
He sighed with relief. "Well, you were under the influence…but I better get up there and untie them," he said, getting out of bed.
Buffy's eyes drank in his naked beauty. "Want me to come with you?"
He gave it a thought then shook his head as he pulled his pants on. "I think it'd be better if you wait here. Let Cordy blow off some steam first—I'll give her some money to go shopping and ask Doyle take her. That way HE can listen to her complain and not us."
Buffy giggled. "Beauty and brains. I knew there was a reason I love you." Her eyes bugged as she realized that she'd said love, as in the present tense, and not loved.
He froze. "Do you?"
Buffy looked away. "What?"
"You know what." He took her chin and forced her gaze up to his. "Do you still love me?"
Pinned by the intensity of his dark gaze, Buffy couldn't lie. "I never stopped," she admitted softly.
He pulled her to her knees on the bed, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly, before laying his cheek on top of her head. "Me either," he confessed. "I tried to stop, but I just can't."
Buffy felt a huge black cloud of doubt leave her soul. She leaned back and searched his face, and what she saw there in his eyes made her heart flutter wildly in her chest. "Angel," she breathed, cupping his face in her hands. "We can make it work this time, right?" she asked, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.
He gave her that sexy half smile of his and nodded. "If you're willing to take me back, I'm willing to make it work."
Buffy hugged him tightly, before reluctantly letting him go when he pulled away. "As much as I want to stay right here with you…I better go untie them," he said. "We can talk when I get back." He finished buttoning his pants and grabbed a new shirt from his closet. He shrugged it on, noticing the way she couldn't seem to take her eyes off him—it made him hard all over again. "Stop looking at me like that, or else I'll never leave this room."
Encouraged by the heat in his eyes, Buffy lay back on the bed and gave him a saucy wink. "And that's bad why…?"
Angel gave a low growl as he took in her nudity and seductive pose. His eyes roamed over her. "You're beautiful," he whispered. He went to the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss her, "but I have to go," he said and pulled the covers over her naked body. He smirked at the look on her face. "There, temptation removed," he said with a satisfied nod.
"Aaangelll…" she whined.
He laughed and backed away from her. "Oh no, I need to get up there and if you're laying here naked…I'll never make it." He pulled on his boots and headed out of the room. In the doorway he turned and winked. "Don't pout. I'll be right back, but while I'm in my office, I'll call a couple of my demon contacts and see what I can find out about your Goddess and her lost love, okay?"
She nodded, but was still pouting and he shook his head at how tempting she was, but their needs could wait. Cordy and Doyle required his immediate attention. "If you want to shower—there's towels in the cupboard in the bathroom." He started to leave, but turned around again. "Oh and you might want to call Giles, baby. The way you showed up here—he's probably searching the town for you by now."
She flushed as it dawned on her she hadn't given anyone back in Sunnydale a thought since she'd been here; she'd been too wrapped up in Angel. "Okay," she said and watched him stride from the room admiring his physique as memories of him naked drifted across her mind.
She felt a tad guilty for not calling Giles, but really, with Angel around, who could blame her? She felt worse about her lover getting an ear full from Cordy upstairs, but then again, what else was new? That girl had never been shy when voicing her displeasure. With a resigned sigh, Buffy got out of bed and headed for the shower, ears burning as she imagined what the Seer would say when she had a chance.
'Whatever,' she thought. As far as Buffy was concerned, Queen C was lucky she hadn't really brought on the pain, considering how it made her feel crazy that Cordy had become such a big part of Angel's life, while she had been pushed out of it—until now that is. Feeling better with that thought, Buffy hummed softly as she got out a clean towel and set about preparing the shower. No matter what Cordelia or her friends dished out, it was worth it. Nothing was going to spoil her mood, she had Angel back and they were going to finish this mission and finally make it work. Buffy couldn't stop the grin that lit up her face. Life was good.
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Later:
Curled up on his couch, Buffy was so absorbed in a book of sketches that Angel had drawn; she didn't hear her lover come back downstairs. Her heart had fluttered when she'd realized they were all of her and at first she'd been embarrassed at some of the more provocative sketches. She looked positively decadent, but the longer she looked, the more she could feel his love for her in each and every line of the portrait. She flipped through more pages. She was naked in a lot of them and she blushed at how well pleasured she looked. None of these were from Sunnydale. They were all here, in this apartment. Buffy knew she'd never been down stairs before and he certainly hadn't drawn them while she was here, so that meant he'd been drawing her ever since he'd left her. Her head spun. Here was the proof that he'd never forgotten her. Her heart ached with all the time they'd lost.
"It's not nice to snoop, baby," he said from behind her, startling her and making her jump.
She gasped, heart sticking in her throat as she tried to hide the book. She glanced over her shoulder, realized he was right behind her and gave up trying to pretend she hadn't been looking. "I-I wasn't snooping…it was sitting here and I—"
He leaned over her shoulder and could have groaned out loud when he saw she had the one he'd done after 'that' day. "Got bored and decided to snoop?" he said, glad he couldn't blush.
She shrugged and gave him a rueful smile. "Yeah, something like that, but it wasn't intentional." Her eyes went back to the sketch book. "Why did you leave me?" Her throat closed and she blinked back her tears. "These drawings—they're so full of life. So…beautiful," she whispered, tracing the lines of the drawing. In it, she was in his bed, dressed in one of his shirts, laughing and holding out a strawberry, as if offering it to her lover, whom she assumed was Angel, though he wasn't in the picture.
Angel wished she hadn't seen the book, it might raise questions he wasn't prepared to answer, but she looked so happy with the sketches, he wasn't embarrassed anymore. "So is the subject," he murmured, getting lost in those deep green eyes.
"Then why did you leave?" she asked, as her tears overflowed and made their way down her face.
Angel leaned down and gently wiped away her tears. "Don't," he said, brushing her lips with his. "I didn't want to forget and these helped. Don't cry."
She set the book aside and got up from the couch. She pressed her body flush to his and looped her arms around his neck. "I wasn't snooping, but I'm glad I found those," she said, rising on her tip toes. "It made me realize you never forgot me." She brushed his lips with hers. "I'm glad you're back, I missed you," she whispered before kissing him deeply. She moaned into his mouth as she released all the desperate longing she'd held inside since the night he'd turned and disappeared into the fog.
He returned her kiss with equal ardor, groaning as she rubbed her belly against his erection. "Buffy, I can't get enough of you," he said, deciding not to comment on the sketch book, too many questions and not enough answers there. He flipped open the buttons on his shirt instead, exposing her naked breasts to his hungry gaze. "You look better in that shirt than I do," he murmured, sliding his hands down her back to cup her rear end. He hauled her up against his body, bringing her into even closer contact with the bulge in his pants.
She shook her head in denial. "Oh, I so don't think so, but thanks anyways," she said, her voice husky with rising desire. She slid her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. Rising on her toes, she flashed him a decidedly carnal smile, before pressing soft, wet kisses along his throat and jaw. "I love you," she whispered, before she settled her mouth over his again.
He was a goner the second she uttered those words. "I love you too," he murmured against her mouth, tunneling his fingers through her damp hair, he angled her head to deepen the kiss. She'd showered, but she was still covered in his scent and it was an immediate turn on. Still kissing her, he backed her up against the wall. "Need you," he said, unbuttoning his pants quickly.
Buffy wholeheartedly agreed. "God," she moaned when she felt the blunt tip of his erection brush against her belly and his hand slid up her thigh to find her damp curls. "Angel!" she cried, arching her hips when his thumb found and manipulated her clit and he slid two fingers slid inside her. "Can't wait…" she gasped.
"I know," he grunted, burying his face in the side of her neck. Unable to stop himself; he nibbled at the scar that marked her as his. Buffy gave a low keening moan and Angel bit down harder, enjoying the obvious pleasure she found from his teeth there.
"Now Angel!" she demanded and he obliged. Lifting her in his arms, he pinned her against the wall and with one thrust, slid home. She could feel his deep purr rumple through him from where they were joined and shivered. It was the most erotic feeling she'd ever experienced. She gripped his hair and pulled his head back, knowing what she'd see and she wasn't disappointed. His eyes were a fierce, dangerous gold. She felt her belly clench at how sexy he looked like that. "Fuck me," she panted.
Her crude words lit a fire inside him and Angel pulled almost all the way out, then slammed up into her again, wanting to be as deep as he could get. Their need for each other was wild…primal and he reveled in the knowledge that she was finally his…completely.
Buffy's head bounced off the brick behind her as he thrust inside her in a fast, furious rhythm, but she didn't notice, she was caught up in the maelstrom of sensations that were swirling throughout her body. "Harder Angel!" she ordered, yanking his head back to she could stare into those golden eyes. It made her wetter, hotter to see the demon in him. Now if she could only get him to wear the leather pants…
"Fuck!" he gritted out, pounding into her with a force that would injure most humans, it hit him then, Doyle was right. Buffy wasn't normal. He could smell her lust for the demon, not Angelus per se, but the darkness, the lust. A weight lifted from him, and in that instant he gave over to it. His face shifted and he scraped his fangs along the side of her throat, purring when her body tightened and he felt her climax around his driving cock with just the barest touch of his teeth.
"OH MY GOD!!" she screamed and tilted her head to the side. She tugged on his hair, forcing him closer to her scar. "Angel…" she moaned. "Do it."
His mouth watered and he licked his lips. He'd denied her this in their earlier bouts of lovemaking, but now he could see she had the bloodlust in her too. "I love you," he growled and buried his fangs in her.
The instant he broke the soft flesh of her throat, Buffy screamed as another short volatile climax rocked her from deep within. She clutched at Angel's shoulders as a kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind her eyes. "Oh God—yes—Aaanngellll!" she whimpered, as the explosive release went on and on until the contractions in her belly got so fierce, she swore she felt her bones melting. Earth shattering didn't even begin to describe the feeling; it was so beyond anything she'd ever imagined.
Later, the mere memory of that feeling would make her realize she didn't want anything to do with a nice, normal guy. After making love to Angel like this, nothing could compare and she didn't even want to try.
For Angel, making love to Buffy while drinking from her was like being fired from a cannon barrel and tossed head long into a vortex of pure sensation that robbed him of coherent thought. His whole body shuddered like an addict needing a fix, and it felt like he was literally being sucked into her. "Buffy!" he groaned as he climaxed, filling her with jets of his cool cum.
Afterward, he pressed his face into her neck and panted for breath he didn't need. He felt re-born and it was monumental. In her body and blood, he'd come alive again, but in the light rather than the darkness. It was beyond anything he'd ever felt and it was more that just the taste of her blood—it was a bond they'd forged a long time ago. A bond he'd never felt with anyone, not even his Sire.
Buffy raised heavy lidded eyes to him and smiled dreamily. "That was…amazing. I'm totally boneless," she murmured. Her words were a bit slurred, but he could feel and hear her heart beating strongly in her chest and knew she was fine. He'd come no where close to draining her.
He laughed, giddy from her blood and relief that she was better than fine. "I think I'm melting…" he sighed as his softened penis slipped from inside her. He let her slide down the wall, but held onto her hips as he waited for his rubbery legs support him.
"I need another shower," Buffy mumbled against his chest.
Angel chuckled. "I think it's safe for us to share one now, don't you think?"
"God yes, I'm spent—numb even."
"Me too," he said, shrugging out of his clothes.
Buffy watched in appreciation as he stripped. "Are you coming?" he asked, standing before her naked.
She couldn't keep the grin off her face. "Already did that and quite well, thanks."
He shook his head, but laughed. "Glad I could be of service, now if you don't get a move on I won't wash your back for you."
Buffy took his hand and practically dragged him to the bathroom. "Now that's an offer a girl just can't refuse…"
Later:
"Did you call Giles?" he asked, buttoning up his shirt.
"Yep, I…um…" She was pulling on her pants and paused, chewing her lip nervously, "I told him I was at Willy's waiting for a lead on Aros," Before he could respond, she started to explain why she hadn't told her Watcher she was in L.A.
He held up a hand. "Buffy, its okay," he said, stopping her ramble. "Honestly, I agree with not telling him…or your friends…at least not right now. Let's wait until we figure this out ourselves first, okay?"
She nodded; relieved he wasn't mad at her. "Oh, I almost forgot…how did things go upstairs? Is Cordy like seriously upset, or what?"
He quirked a brow. "Do you really need an answer to that?"
"Guess not," she said with a sigh. "So how much did it cost you?"
He shrugged. "A couple of hundred bucks, and a firm belief that investing in a set of ear plugs would be a good idea," he said with a smirk.
She lowered her gaze, but her grin was totally unrepentant. "Sorry…I know I shouldn't have, but I think a part of it was the fact that I hate that Cordy has you now and I don't."
He was pulling on his boots and froze, jaw hanging open. "Huh? What did you say?"
Buffy swallowed and looked away. "You heard me."
"No, I couldn't have heard you right because I thought you said Cordy has me, and that's just…" He made a face. "Not ever gonna happen…" He frowned when she still looked unconvinced. "In what way does Cordy have me?"
She twirled the ring on her thumb around and around as she tried to explain. "She gets to see you every day and I—well, I got booted out of your life."
"You're kidding, right?" When she glared at him, he realized she was totally serious. "Buffy," he said, striding over to her and making her look at him. He cupped her face with his hands and hunkered down so they were eye to eye. "No one has me, but you." He kissed her with every bit of emotion rushing through him. "Feel that? Only you make me feel like that—more like a man, not a monster. You make me feel alive and I love you. I've never loved another woman and I never will."
Tears welled up, but she blinked them back. That was by far the most beautiful thing he'd ever said to her. "Okay," she said, feeling lame for not having something equally poetic to say in return.
He was unconvinced. "Okay? That's it?" He tipped her chin and brushed his thumb along her lush lower lip. "So, you're fine now?"
Buffy wiped at her eyes. "That was beautiful and it doesn't matter if I only see you once a week, I know you've never said anything like that to Cordy… So, as long as you love me, I'm totally of the good."
He nodded. "Good." He sat on the edge of the bed and laced up his boots. "Oh, I almost forgot, I got some info on Voluptas and Aros." He glanced at her. "Are you sure Giles said her touch would drive people mad?"
She nodded. "Definitely, mad and make you wanna…well…you know what it also makes you want to do," she said, flushing as she remembered practically forcing Angel to have sex with her.
He shook his head. "It doesn't make sense… according to my demon contacts her touch inspires lust and love—not insanity."
Buffy paused. "Really? But Giles read from one of his old watcher books that her victims would go mad if they didn't complete the curse or whatever."
Angel shrugged. "My contact could be wrong. Anyways…the good news is, I also found out where Aros is."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Wow, that was quick."
"You know the demon pipeline baby… Someone always knows something. You would have found the same info at Willies."
He was right about the demon intel line. It was worse than those gossip rags they sell at the supermarkets. "Okay, so where is he?"
"He's being held in a demon dimension known as Durok. Not much is known about the dimension other than it's ruled by a demon Empress by the name of Erida. She's big on the magic, so that's probably why Voluptas can't get to him herself. My contact didn't know much more than that because it seems once you go in, not many come back."
"Okay, well that doesn't sound promising," Buffy muttered. "So if a Goddess can't get in—how are we?"
"We're not on her magical radar. As long as Erida doesn't know we're looking for him we should be able to slip past her magic… plus this is a quick rescue mission, we're not traveling—we get in, get the God and get the hell out as quick as possible."
"Okay, so how do we get to this Bedrock place?"
"Durok," he corrected with a grin. "And we can get there through a portal. I know a demon that can open one for us. If we hurry e can be there in a couple of hours."
Buffy was impressed that he'd found all that out so fast, but a tad disappointed too. The quicker they got this job done—the quicker she'd have to go home. She reminded herself she still had a job to do, but she couldn't quite keep the pout off her face as she murmured, "Well, guess we better get going then—no need to put it off, I mean I'm sure you want to get back to whatever you were doing before I barged in here and…"
She was babbling and grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. "Don't," he said and kissed her. "It's not that I don't want you, you know I do, but we should handle this before she has your whole town looking like a 'Girls Gone Wild' video, don't you think?"
Buffy didn't even want to know how he knew of those videos—it made her feel particularly jealous and violent. "You're right," she admitted. At least he hadn't agreed that he wanted her to leave, so that was something. Buffy focused on that. "So, what's the what? Where do we meet up with your contact?"
"He has a lair in an old Water and Power building downtown," he said, watching her pick up her shirt. She held it to her nose, frowned and tossed it aside. He got up and went to his armoire. "Marty is a Frezzien demon and he says he'll get us there, but other than that…we'll have to wing it." He found a shirt of his and handed it to her. "You can wear this. Sorry my pants just won't fit…" He gave her a grin. "Then again, neither will this, but you look so cute in my shirts, it won't matter."
The compliment and the look of male appreciation in his eyes had Buffy's face flushing with pleasure as she took the shirt. "So does he know how to find Aros once we go through the portal?"
Angel shrugged as she buttoned up his shirt over her tiny tank top. "He thinks he can get us right where we need to be, but who knows? Basically, we're going in there blind."
"Great," she muttered, taking the tails of Angel's shirt and tying them in a knot at her belly.
His smile was wolfish as he came to stand behind her. "Have I told you how hot it makes me seeing you in my shirt?" he asked, kissing the back of her neck.
Buffy shivered. "Yes," she breathed. He swirled his tongue over his fresh bite mark. "Angel!" she gasped, pulling away from him. "Keep that up we won't be making that ultra cool trip to the other dimension, buddy." Her face was flushed and her eyes were a deep, lusty green. "The only place you'll be going is right back to that bed…"
"God, that sounds like torture!" he said, laughing. When she rolled her eyes at him, he held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, kidding. Are you hungry?" She nodded. "How about you finish getting ready and I'll whip you up some eggs. You like scrambled, don't you?"
Buffy raised a brow. "You…cook?"
"I've been told I make some mean scrambled eggs, want some?"
"Oh yeah," she said, her eyes roaming his body. "I want."
He gave her rear end a smack. "Tease," he quipped and headed for the living room…whistling.
Buffy watched him with a puzzled frown. She'd never heard Angel whistle. She'd heard Angelus whistle, but never Angel. For a brief moment—a heartbeat really, she froze as terror raced along her nerve endings, but just as quickly it was gone. No way, un-unh, not even Angelus was THAT good of an actor.
Feeling silly for even thinking that, Buffy grabbed her shoes and headed out to the living room. "You know a person isn't really a tease if they're more than willing to carry out their threat…?"
He was cracking eggs into a bowl and looked up. "Now you're just being mean…" he looked so cute, Buffy decided Angel pouting was almost as sexy as Angel laughing or Angel panting as he made love to her…
With sheer force of will, she dragged her mind out of the gutter and took a seat at one of the kitchen chairs to put her shoes on. She watched with growing amazement as he whipped up the eggs, put a couple of pieces of toast in the toaster and slopped some butter in the pan. It wasn't that cooking was such a feat; well maybe to her it was. Buffy even burned her toast, but it was just that she'd never seen or imagined Angel so…domesticated. It made her sad for a minute to think of all she'd missed and that she might have never seen him like this if it wasn't for the magic that had brought her here. She made a mental note to thank that Goddess.
He was pouring the eggs into the pan when he caught her frown and paused. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied, wiping at her eyes. She felt foolish for crying over something as mundane as him making her eggs, but it was just so different from everything they'd ever shared. This was so much more homey and real-couple-like. It made her ache for a future with him.
Angel had a feeling he knew. He tossed some cheese and seasonings into the eggs as he formulated how to explain. "You know before in Sunnydale—I never had a chance to really relax around you." He gave her a tender smile. "The truth is, I was always in awe that you actually loved me, so I wanted to be a normal boyfriend for you." He shrugged. "But we both know, I'm not normal and all I did was make us both nervous because I was trying to be something I wasn't."
"Who said I ever wanted normal?"
He shrugged and stirred the eggs. "No one, I just—j"
"Assumed?" Buffy asked, frowning.
"Yeah, I guess…" He didn't want to tell her she'd said it, but on a day that wasn't anymore.
"Well you know what they say when you assume?"
He chuckled. "Yeah and I guess you could say I was an ass if you want, but I'm done being normal for you. Now, I'm just me…and if I'm not mistaken, you're okay with that. You love the demon in me as much as you love the man. You always have. I just couldn't see—more like I couldn't believe I could be that lucky."
Buffy gaped at him for several seconds before she closed her mouth with a snap. That was not only the longest speech she'd ever heard from him about his feelings, but it hit the nail right on the head. Before, they'd both been trying to fit themselves into what they thought they should be, instead of just being themselves. It was like trying to force a round peg into a square hole. It didn't work.
Now they were just Buffy and Angel and they fit just perfect. "Angel…I love you and I DO love everything about you, including your demon." She paused. "I mean, not Angelus as in I want him to come out and play again—you know what I mean, don't you?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I do and I love you too and no, Angelus isn't coming out, he's safe and secure—he'll never hurt you again. I promise," he said. The toaster dinged and he gave the eggs a few more stirs. "Your feast is ready," he said, letting the matter drop as he grabbed a plate from the cupboard and set it in front of her. He scraped the eggs onto it, plucked the toast from the toaster and quickly buttered it, got her some jelly, silverware and salt and pepper, before he reached into his fridge and grabbed a couple of bags of blood.
He moved with an easy grace that reminded Buffy of a big cat—like those panthers or leopards she'd seen on Animal planet, sleek and powerful, but dangerous too. Buffy was reminded of how dangerous he could be as she watched him heat his blood. He was by nature a predator. Not that she'd forgotten he was a vampire, but Angel had NEVER fed in front of her. It stunned her, but at the same time she realized he was finally being himself around her—that thought warmed her all over. He got out a mug and poured the blood into it. Not wanting to be caught staring, Buffy hastily shoved a forkful of eggs into her mouth. Her eyes widened as the taste hit her palette. "Oh my God, these are really good," she mumbled, taking another bite and then another.
He knew she was watching him and pushed aside his lingering reservations about drinking in front of her. He blew into the mug and then keeping his eyes locked with hers, he took a long gulp.
Buffy forgot to chew. Instead, she got stuck watching his powerful throat muscles as he drank his meal. Somewhere, her Slayer mind said that this act should horrify her, but it didn't. Instead, it turned her on. His eyes flashed gold and Buffy kept shoveling forkfuls of food into her mouth, shivering as a small throb began to pulse between her thighs.
His eyes flashed saffron gold above the rim of his coffee cup. "Swallow before you put another bite in your mouth," he growled and obediently, Buffy did. She choked on the huge amount of food in her mouth—coughing as she tried to get all the eggs down.
He set his cup down and rushed over to her. He raised her arms and smacked her on the back once. Buffy gasped and swallowed. "Oh God—that was embarrassing," she gasped, reaching for her juice.
He shook his head. "I'm the one on the liquid diet, love. YOU need to chew before you swallow."
"You know, I like your new found sense of humor—even when you're not really that funny, at least you're trying," she teased. "But I do love the way you look when you drink—you're throat muscles are so strong—I've never got to watch before. It's kind of…hot," she said and took another drink of orange juice as he took another sip of his 'breakfast'. Their eyes met and held as they ate in an increasingly sexually charged silence.
Angel was done before she was and he turned his back on her as he rinsed his cup out. He took a deep breath, willing away the hard on he was sporting. That had been the most exciting feeding he'd had since he stopped drinking it straight from the vein.
"All done," she murmured, and he turned to see she'd cleaned most of her plate. He didn't trust his voice not to come out as a lusty grumble so he nodded his head to the sink and proceeded to clean up the kitchen.
Buffy understood. He was as hot and bothered as she was. "That was…" she swallowed. "Interesting," she said, coming up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back. "And sexy, huh?" He nodded and Buffy smiled. Her hands rubbed his belly and he purred. "Thank you for finally letting me in…I love you." She let him go and rinsed off her plate, then put in the dish drainer. "Okay," she said, wiping her hands on a towel. "Are we ready?"
Angel forced himself back to the mission at hand. He handed Buffy the keys to the Plymouth. "You'll have to drive because it's still daylight."
Her eyes widened and she felt a knot unfurl in her stomach. "But…how are you going to get in without—" She couldn't even finish the thought. "Why don't we wait until its dark? That way you'll be safe."
"There's an underground garage that accesses the building, Buffy. I'll be fine."
She nodded, then frowned as another form of anxiety took over. "Okay, but just so you know…" she said, biting her lip. "Everyone get's kinda scared when I drive."
He raised a brow and smirked at her. "Oh come on, you can't be that bad," he said, opening the elevator door and letting her go in first. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I'm a vampire love, your driving isn't going to give me grey hairs, ya know?"
Buffy raised a brow at him and warned, "Just remember you said that…"
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Okay guys this was supposed to be a two parter, but it's just grown, so it's now a three parter. Hope you enjoy it though. Now feed the musie beast so she will feed me. :) :) :)