True to my promise to her, we took it slow. I never made any move to hasten the pace and let her lead but during shoots, whenever she locked eyes with me or secretly twined her fingers with mine; I reciprocated by playfully winking or held her hand firmly.

It was clear that she wanted to keep us low. She has always been very private and adding to the fact that she was a newly divorced woman, I understood her intention of keeping us a secret.

So far, we successfully made sure none of the cast or crew had any idea we were together. Thankfully, now that we both are aware of what we're feeling, it was comfortable. Our scenes were no longer tensed and the emotions came naturally, like old times.

It's almost seven months now but we never really had a real date. We made out a lot though, in between breaks, we would sneak in her trailer or mine and have a make-out session or engage in a tongue tangling kiss at the end of the day when it was a wrap.

Today, we were in her trailer and she was perched on the dressing table as I kissed her luscious lips. She moaned before breaking the kiss.

"So, this weekend I was thinking of inviting you over for dinner", she said, wrapping her legs around me and I immediately caressed her calves.

"Dinner? Can't we meet for breakfast instead?"

"Breakfast?"

"Well, it is the most important meal of the day. Maybe after that we can have lunch.."

Kiss.

"Dinner.."

Kiss.

"…and maybe supper together?"

Again I kissed her. I can't get enough of her lips.

"You sure you want to get stuck with me the whole day?"

"I look forward to it".

"What about Liam and Kathy?"

"Liam is away on a camping trip and Kathy is sleeping over at her friend's"

"Hmm…how convenient," she giggled.

I kissed her again.

"So, you'll come over and I'll make you breakfast…"

"…and lunch, dinner and supper".

"…and lunch, dinner and supper and maybe…you could spend the night?" she asked, her fingers toying with the buttons of my shirt.

I was taken aback by her offer and I could tell she was nervous. My mind began to wander to lustful thoughts of how we could spend the night but I berated myself and brushed it off. Spending the night could just mean cuddling but a man can dream can't he?

A part of me was touched because I knew she wanted to take it slow and this was huge for us.

"Well then, I'll bring along my jammies."

She laughed and I kissed her again. When we parted that day, I knew that I will be counting down the hours and minutes to the weekend. I can't wait.

Saturday was perfect so far. She made pancakes and bacon for breakfast, roast chicken and vegetables for lunch and seafood pasta for dinner. I've always known she was an amazing cook but today, all the food was exceptionally good. Dinner had been a good one hour ago and now, we're on her couch making out instead of paying attention to the movie we were supposed to be watching.

"I can't stop kissing you", I confessed, when we broke away.

"Then don't".

And we took. I mauled her lips and snaked my tongue in, playing with hers. By the time we parted, my lips was wet and swollen.

"We haven't had dessert", she said.

"This is dessert", I kissed and sucked her lower lip.

"Mmmm...so sweet and delicious", I playfully said.

"Well, I prepared supper. We don't want to waste it right?"

"We'll eat it for breakfast tomorrow", I leaned to kiss her again.

"Angel…you don't even know what it is. You may like it".

"I like making out even more".

"Well, supper better than making out", and before I could react, she stood up and moved away. I pouted. How can supper be better than kissing her?

"I'll be right back", she promised.

"Hurry back!"I leaned into her couch. Reminiscing the day.

This day was perfect. I thought back the past few months since we got together. I was happy. So very happy. Even my kids were starting to notice how I would suddenly burst out smiling.

It had been twenty minutes since she left to get supper. What is taking her so long? Just when I was about to get up and look for her in the kitchen, she appeared; in a black negligee with a slit that stopped mere inches below her hips and sexy red heels.

Her blonde hair fell loosely past her shoulders and her cleavage was beautifully displayed, tempting me. My jaw literally dropped and I salivated.

"Buffy…" was all I could say. When she walked towards me, I lost all train of thought. She immediately straddled and kissed me, mauling my lips and sucking on my tongue before breaking away.

"So…do you like supper or do you want to just make out?"

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me.

"Supper. Definitely supper", and we kissed.

We engaged in a wet and delicious, lip smacking, tongue tangling kiss. But I suddenly thought, is this too fast? She did want to take it slow and if we do this and she regrets it later...

"Buffy, wait", I break the kiss.

"What is it?"

"What happened to taking it slow?"

"You don't want this?"

"More than you know"

"Then, what's the problem?"

"I want this because I'm crazy about you, because I'm falling sooo deep into you that I want to drown in your warmth and give you comfort. I want this because you're all I dream about…think about…and the one I want. I need to know that you want this for the same reason. If you're unsure, I'm willing to wait. No pressure."

For long moments, she was quiet as if gathering her thoughts. God knows how much I want her. I had so many long and cold showers because of her but like I said the first time, I don't want it if she's going to regret it later. I don't think I can stand if I lose her because of this.

Although now, she's not vulnerable and needy like that day she proposition it to me but I don't want to push her and I'm perfectly happy with our make-out sessions and heavy petting. Of course it's not as good as the real thing but I'm willing to wait until she wants this as much as I do.

"Angel, I want this because I smile when I think of you. I laugh when I'm with you. You make me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman. When you kiss me, it was nice and then, your kisses took my breath away and now, when you kiss me, I'm on fire; like my heart is going to burst. You made me feel things that I've never felt before. I want this because you're such a good man and you're so patient with me, Angel. Throughout our time together, you've never pushed me, never asked me for anything and you're just there for me like you've always been in my life. My Angel. I want this because I want you…more than anything..."

That was enough for me and we kissed, passionately, lovingly. I moaned into her lips, excited and aroused at the thought of finally being with the woman responsible for my cold showers and wet dreams.

Buffy tugged the hem of my sweater for some moments before pulling it up and I raised my hands up to aid her. The kiss had to break for the garment to pass over my head but I immediately attacked her lips again as my hands roved on her back, her thighs and finally finding its place on her firm behind.

I broke our kiss and my lips found her neck, her chest and lingered on her cleavage for some moments before finding the hem of her negligee and pulled it up. Inch by glorious inch I saw her beautiful skin come to view and when it was off, I was in awe.

She had always been beautiful to me but seeing her like this made me realized the Buffy I had fantasized and dream about didn't do justice. Beautiful could not even begin to describe her, she's a goddess; my exquisite blonde goddess.

I leaned forward, taking her perfect round mounds in my lips, suckling the tit and she tasted wonderful. My pants were becoming too tight and I reached for my buckle.

She stopped my hands and I knew what she wanted but no, I cannot wait. The ache to be inside her was consuming me and I can't wait a second longer. I took her hands in mine and kissed her hard and long while I quickly unbuckled my belt and freed my member. Buffy's hands wrapped around it and it took every ounce of my willpower not to burst at her touch.

She whined as I moved her as gently as I could aside and hurriedly took off my pants before taking her and letting her straddle my lap again.

"Angel, I'm right here. Not going anywhere," I knew I was hasty but I want her so badly. I wished I could let her please me with her wonderfully luscious lips but it's not those lips I'm craving for.

"I know but I can't wait anymore …please…"

She looked at me with those hazel eyes and positioned her opening over my shaft. It took all of me not to shove myself in her, taking her, claiming her.

"Then don't wait. Fill me with you…all of you…"

"Buffy…" I muttered her name and gently pushed myself into her. God, she was so tight. I'm not even halfway in and I feel like I'm going crazy. I paced myself, not wanting to hurt her as I pushed myself further into her, inch by agonizing inch and when I was completely inside, fitting snugly within her warmth, I gasped and again; I found myself using every inch of my willpower not to pound and burst into her.

I searched for her eyes to assure myself I wasn't hurting her and found that she was trying to breathe. Did I hurt her?

"Buffy?" I muttered.

She silenced me with a kiss. A kiss is good right? But I can't just assume. I was about to ask if she wanted to stop when she suddenly said.

"Do I really make you this way?" in that sexy voice that's driving me insane. Oh my god, this woman will be the death of me.

I was growing inside her…harder…bigger…

"Yes..."

"Angel", was all she said before she moved up and smacked down on my shaft and repeated it over and over and over and over.

Her pebbled chest moved against mine with every stroke, our moans and whimpers melded with the sound of her slapping against my shaft.

My hands gripped her back and hold her close to me not wanting an inch of space between us and my lips found her jaw, her neck and any part of her body I could reach.

When she was accustomed to my girth, she began to ride me. Oh god, when I thought she had driven me over the edge, she discovers new ways to drive me insane. I could feel every inch of her inside, the intimacy overwhelming me.

I feel so connected and close to her that I cannot tell when I finish and she began. We were one being; never in my life had I experience this and it was mind-blowing.

She looked into my eyes with her hair in disarray, her lips swollen with my kisses, her face contorted in ecstasy and her chest heaving, god, she was still so beautiful.

She rides me harder and faster and I knew I was seconds away from exploding.

"Buffy…" was all I could say.

As if she knew that I was holding back, she encouraged, "Just let go…let it all go…"

That was it. I gave up control and came with Buffy joining me seconds later, screaming my name. I grunted as my seed pumped out of my shaft into her glorious warmth. I sighed and thought this must be what heaven felt like. We held each other as we calmed ourselves, stroking and soothing each other's backs.

We eventually ended in her bed and made love again three times that night.

It was a record for me personally. I have never done it four times in a row; definitely did not come that many times in a row but with Buffy…wow…we would definitely have done a fifth time had we not been so pleasantly numb and worn out.

Even now, as she was asleep on my chest, I have this urge to rouse her and make love again. She nuzzled closer to me and I wrapped my arm tighter around her, as if afraid she'll go away, nuzzled into her hair that smells like strawberries and flowers and allowed sleep to come to me.