Rating: M

Timeline: Season 3

Plot: Look at the title and draw your own conclusions... ;P

Enough was enough.

Buffy dropped her pencil onto the table and sighed loudly in annoyance. She was tired of doing homework, when will she be graduating again? Oh, yeah, still a couple of months to go.

The Slayer turned her head to look at Angel, who lay back on his bed, reading a book. She rolled her eyes. She had at least expected Angel to ask her if she was already done so they could spent some quality time together.

But no, brooding guy over there had to prefer an old, musky book over her. Buffy sighed again, and this time he did react. "Have you done your homework?" he asked her, his eyes not leaving the page of his book.

"Yes, I have," Buffy said a little too cheery.

"Buffy?"

"Okay, maybe not all of it," she confessed, standing up and walking over to him, collapsing next to him on the bed. For a moment they were both quiet until Buffy bend down to stare at him. "What are you doing?"

"Reading."

"Yes, I can see that. But what?"

"A book."

Buffy raised her eyebrows. "Jeez, thanks, mister obvious."

For the first time Angel looked at her, his brow furrowed like always. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" She turned her head away from him and crossed her arms in a childlike gesture. "It's not like you're ignoring me or anything..."

"I'm not ignoring you, I'm trying to read."

"It's like you love that book more than me," she mumbled.

Angel closed the book and pulled her into his arms, kissing her lovingly. "You know there's nothing in the world I love more than you." Buffy smiled and kissed him back.

"Then why are you being so grumpy and old?"

Angel chuckled. "Maybe because I am old."

"Yeah, but you are sexy old, not grandpa old."

"Right," Angel said in an amused tone and reclaimed her mouth. Buffy moaned softly, her body half on top of his. Her small hands started unbuttoning his silk shirt, caressing the muscles of his chest.

Without thinking she leaned on his ribs and he flinched at the sudden contact. Buffy gasped in chock, withdrawing her hand quickly. "Sorry!"

"It's okay."

"I thought it would be healed by now," she said in disbelief.

Angel gave her a small smile. "I'm not a Slayer, my wounds don't heal as quickly as yours. Especially if they're internal."

Buffy thought back of the previous night when Angel helped her fight a nest of vampires. When the abandoned building they were fighting in had started to crash down, he had pushed her out of the way, leaving himself with all kinds of bruises and at least a few broken ribs.

"It's okay, Buffy," he said, trying to comfort her.

But Buffy kept staring down at him without responding, until she bend down and pressed her lips against the bruised skin.

She kissed the spot tenderly and heard Angel hiss through his teeth. She crawled between his legs, her head moving slowly down.

She circled his bellybutton with her warm tongue, and bit the cool skin above the waistband of his pants, teasing him.

"Buffy," Angel whispered in a warning tone.

She looked up at him, her green orbs filled with lust before she unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned his dark pants, before sliding them past his slim hips.

His silk boxers came of next, revealing him already hard and ashing for her.

She couldn't help but swell up with pride at being able to get him agitated so easily.

Buffy wrapped her small hand around him, her mouth hovering above the head. She pouted her pink lips and blew on the sensitive flesh.

Angel made a low noise in the back of his throat and some pre-cum leaked out of the tip.

Buffy's wet tongue came out to lick it of and she was pleased to see Angel's half lidded eyes focused on her every move, his lips slightly parted, his chest heaving up and down. He had never looked more arousing.

She licked her lips, tasting him. She loved the way he tasted; cool and fresh. It reminded her of snow. Maybe because he didn't eat.

He watched her. His normally brown eyes were entirely black now, his fingers digging into his sheets.

Buffy felt herself become wet, she rubbed her thighs together in the hope to relieve some of the tension. Angel closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of her arousal.

"What do you want me to do, vampire?"

"Please..." he whispered, his cock throbbing almost painfully, begging for her attention.

"Please, what?"

"Suck me."

She didn't wait any longer and took the whole head of his cock into her warm mouth, sucking him softly as her hand squeezed the base. Her other hand came up to cup his heavy balls, stroking them gently.

She heard Angel slam his head back into the headboard as he whimpered something that sounded like her name but ended in a curse, and Buffy had to hold back a chuckle.

Her hand pumped him in a steady rhythm as she kept sucking on the head, lapping at it with her wet tongue.

Angel's strong hand reached for her blonde locks, stroking her head. Failing miserably to keep himself under control, his groans encouraging her to continue.

Buffy's blunt teeth scraped over his throbbing shaft, just the way she knew he liked. She felt his grip on her head tighten and she knew he was close.

"Buffy," he moaned softly.

She increased her sucking, relaxing her throat and taking as much of him in as she possibly could.

"Buffy..."

Angel came, pouring his cool seed into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed every last drop.

Releasing him she wasn't surprised to see him in game face when she looked up at him. It wasn't the first time he had shifted to his real nature during sex. She liked it. It made her feel special for being able to make him lose control.

Buffy crawled her way back up his body, reclaiming her position on top of him. For a moment he was distracted by the pleasure and beauty that was Buffy, but then he remembered his face had shifted and he looked away in discomfort.

"Look at me," she whispered lovingly, cupping his cheek and turning his head to her. Golden eyes met soft, green ones. To a stranger it would've made an unnatural sight; the petite, golden haired girl on top of a dark, dangerous demon.

"You are my vampire."

"Yours."

She gave him a gentle kiss, avoiding his fangs carefully before resting her head against his chest. She didn't think she missed the sound of a heartbeat, it's overrated anyway.

Angel kissed her forehead, folding an arm around her, pulling her closer against his body. He didn't think he would be able to go on without her warmth ever again. Nothing could tear them apart now.

It seems so wrong, but feels so right XD

We all know these moments happened, Joss just couldn't show them because then it would be some other kind of tv program. e_e hehe...