Demon Hunting and First Dates. With angelbuffy

[angelusliam]

((Follows this post.Angel didn't get much sleep that day. The curtains that had been brought up were perfect, heavy velvet that let in no light at all, and he felt perfectly comfortable walking around the room during the day

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[angelbuffy]

“I wasn’t really hungry, then.” She said equally quiet. It was like an argument with no meaning, placing facts that had hidden meanings, maybe. It was complicated, and half of it was her fault, the other half was his. Bad timing, stupid insecurities on both of their sides. She tried to save the moment, but there was nothing she really wanted to say at the moment. She really wanted her food. Maybe that’s why she was being the way that she was. Whatever that way was, she didn’t even know. What were they even fighting about again? Oh, yeah, it wasn’t fighting..it was just. Nonsense, that’s what it was.

“Yeah, name some off. I’m going to change.”

She loved her new clothes, but she wanted comfy clothes. She wanted to keep her new boots on too, but they wouldn’t really look great with comfy clothes.

She left the door open so he could name some movies off, but before she even got into her shirt, her food came, she practically ran out of the room and grabbed dinner, tipping generously the man that brought it for her. She brought it over to the couch and sat next to Angel, smiling.

No more nonsense, movie time.

[angelusliam]

By the time Angel figured out how to get to the movie menu, there was a knock at the door. Buffy all but ran to answer it, and soon she was sitting beside him, a plate of hot food in her hands and a happy smile on her face. "So, movies?" she asked, digging into her food.

Angel decided then and there that he would never understand her. They'd gone from awkward and sullen, to comfortable and happy, in a matter of seconds. Pushing that aside, he went back to the movie menu.

"Uh... 'Aliens in the Attic,' 'Angels and Demons,' 'Bruno,' 'Coraline'... You know I have no idea what any of these are, right?"

[angelbuffy]

She had shoved some of the heavenly chicken parmesan in her mouth as Angel was naming movies off. “Right, because I’m all up with the popular culture too.” She didn’t even know why she even owned a tv sometimes. She never had time, or really, the remote. With the slayerettes taking over her house.

“Okay, so no to Angels and Demons. I don’t really want to watch some person trying to recreate what really exists. I’ll either get really mad or I’ll laugh.” She kept listening. She really had no idea.

“Um, Bruno? I don’t know. Aliens in the attic? Huh?”

She shoved more in her mouth. It was really good.

She saw Fast and Furious.

“That one. Vin Diesel. Yum.”

She looked at him, and smiled.

[angelusliam]

Angel had to agree with her about the 'Angels and Demons' movie. Best to just not go there.

"That one. Vin Diesel. Yum."

Angel returned her look with a raised eyebrow. "That 'yum' had better be about your food," he warned, though he couldn't quite hide the warmth in his voice.

He selected the movie, then leaned back and rested his arm along the back of the couch, lightly over her shoulders. Not exactly holding, just touching. "First the pig, now a guy named after gasoline."

[angelbuffy]

She rolled her eyes. “The pig is an animal, and a pig.” She pointed to the screen. “Apparently he’s gay.” But it really didn’t hurt to look. Besides.. He’d have to be crazy to think that she was thinking about bedding anyone else. If he only knew what the hell was going through her mind. Actually, he probably did. She wasn’t an idiot. He wanted this as much as she did.

She put her food down, because she had mowed most of it down anyway, and leaned up against him. “Even if he’s not gay, he’s probably really not as strong as he says he is. He wouldn’t get vampires. He’d probably be the first to go, actually. Which is a sad thought.”

Hrm.

“I’d have to stake Vin Diesel. Crap.”

[angelusliam]

She leaned against him, and Angel wrapped his arm more securely around her shoulders. He couldn't help but laugh at her 'sad thought' of staking Vin Diesel. He squeezed her against him and kissed her forehead.

"You... are so strange. As soon as I think I know what's going on in that head of yours, you say or do something to surprise me." He rested his cheek on top of her head, and said softly, "Don't ever change."

[angelbuffy]

She snuggled in closer to him, and set her arm on his leg as a reaction to being pulled closer. She laughed.

“I don’t ever plan on changing. I’m weird and erratic, I can’t help it. Besides… isn’t that why you fell in love with me in the first place?”

She said love. Yep, love love love.

She kissed him on the bottom of his jawbone.

[angelusliam]

Angel smiled in reaction to her laugh. Hearing her talk about their love so easily-- he was still on the emotional roller-coaster, but now it was definitely going up. "Yes, it is."

And then she kissed his jaw, and Angel froze. Slow, slow, slow, he repeated to himself. They'd snuggled before, they'd even made out together before, without it leading to anything. Why should this be any different?

Because they didn't have the threat of him losing his soul hanging over their heads. And that really made all the difference.

Angel had just decided to untangle them, put a respectable distance between them before one or the other went a little too far, when he made a mistake: he looked at her.

There she was, the most perfect girl he'd ever met, who loved him, wanted him, and even now was looking at him without a shred of fear or anger. They were in a relationship, and he wasn't going to lose his soul, ever, no matter what he did, or they did together, or--

And then he was kissing her. Not some chaste little peck on the lips, but a full-blown, breath-stealing kiss. And he didn't even have any breath!

Angel tangled his hands in her hair, cupping her head and holding her steady.

Oh yeah. Watching a movie had been a great idea.

[angelbuffy]

For a few seconds, Angel had pulled away from her. She didn’t think anything different of it, because she knew what was going on in his head. She got it. Same thing. It was like an adjacent wave. He was trying to amend to her stupid wishes, and not sleep, or go to fast with her. That was a better phrase.

It was interesting, thinking about it now. The second she thought about throwing caution to the wind, it seemed like that is exactly what Angel had decided. She was going to tule the decision one as mutual. Technically, their first date was shopping, second date was carriage ride, and third date was the movie. It all worked out, and that was slow enough.

And Jesus Christ, Buffy thought to herself, Angel has his soul! Forever. There being no chance to loose it. Ever. What was so wrong with what they were doing? Why couldn’t they be? Who was judging when the only people in the room were her and Angel? Why did she care about judgment? Since when did she give a damn about that?

His lips were on hers, and her memory of that first night of them together all came back in waves. It was like yesterday years ago. This time, there was more involved with less complication. This time, there was no inexperience, but there was a lot of pent up energy, and too much frustration to count.

She followed him, letting him explore her with his hands, feeling like little needles, wherever they roamed. Her tongue was exploring his mouth like it was the first time in a new territory. She couldn’t help but nibble on his lip, begging for more. He had pushed her up against the couch, where she willingly followed. Her one hand was on the nape of his neck, pushing him against her, begging for him to never break away. Her other hand was pulling up his shirt. She needed bare skin.

Oxygen? Who breathes, anyway?

[angelusliam]

He'd been afraid he'd pushed too far, too fast, but Buffy eagerly pulled him against her, arching into his touch. He still thought for one brief instant of pulling away, of trying to abide by her wishes to go slow: after all, those wishes had been stated when she was thinking clearly, not overwhelmed by lust. Then he decided, why? She was responding, she obviously wanted this, he wanted this, they were both concenting adults, if they were going to be equal in this relationship, he shouldn't always have to be the level-headed one.

And then he made himself stop thinking. Buffy was pushing up his shirt, her hand roaming restlessly over his stomach and back, like she couldn't decide what to touch first.

Angel pulled away from her just long enough to yank his shirt off, then, for good measure, pulled hers off as well. He placed wet, fevered kisses along her collarbone and down her chest, pulling the straps of her bra down and nuzzling the material out of the way, so he could latch his mouth over her nipple. One hand cupped and kneaded her other breast, while his other slipped down the front of her jeans.

[angelbuffy]

Angel had ripped off his own shirt, as well as hers. He was playing with her nipple, and she couldn’t help but moan a soft cry of pleasure. His hands were on her, hers on him, trailing up and down his back in a desperate attempt to know every line, every ridge, every rib that she possibly could. She had arched into his touch, into his mouth, begging for more.

Instinctively, her leg wrapped around the back of him, as he was trying bring his hands down her jeans. She was already a step ahead of him. If there was one thing about Buffy and sex, she was feral; it was the slayer part of her. She had pushed them both off of the couch, where they landed on the beautiful carpet. She was on top of him now, holding down his forearms with her hands, laying kisses and nibbles from his neck working her way down to his stomach. She let go of him so she could get those pants off, as he worked on the clasp to hers, trying to finish what he had already started.

He hadn’t even touched her there, but she was already anticipating it, waiting for it. She got (finally) his pants off of him, and worked her nibbles further down.

[angelusliam]

Angel grunted as he found himself on the floor on his back, the unneeded wind knocked out of him. He was momentarily dazed, and in the few seconds it took him to regain his bearings, Buffy had taken advantage and pinned him to the floor. Her agression surprised him for a second, and he had to remind himself she was a sexually aware woman, not a naive schoolgirl.

And as much as he'd loved their first night together, and the 24 hours together 2 years later -- this side of Buffy excited him more. Possibly because he didn't have the nagging guilt that he was taking advantage of her. If anything, he was the one in danger of that.

She finally let go of him to go for his pants, and Angel immediately went back to the task of getting her naked. She was quicker - probably because he kept fumbling the hook and zipper, and by the time he had them undone, Buffy had his slacks around his thighs and was--

"Ho~ly--" Angel's head fell back against the thick carpeted floor as Buffy wrapped her hot mouth around him. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt anything quite like this, and try as he might, he couldn't help but arch his hips.

"Buffy--" he gasped, before momentarily losing his train of thought. "This-- isn't gonna last long-- if you keep that up," he finally managed to gasp.

[angelbuffy]

She had taken all of him in her mouth, and moved along with her tongue. Suckling, nibbling the tip. Angel could hardly get the words out that he couldn’t last any longer. She couldn’t have that. She reluctantly pulled her mouth away, longing to taste him even more.

She straddled him, virtually naked aside from the panties that still clung to her hot body. Angel took care of that, as Buffy’s dominant side moved to submission. He ripped them off, and rolled her over. All she could do was smile and let him do his will on her. He went to work, but she inched herself against his erection, begging for him to enter her, wet and waiting for something to happen. She needed him inside her more than she needed anything else at the moment.

Besides, of course her lips on his. She needed them to be touching. When he finally did enter her, she moaned in delight, meeting him with every thrust, burying her head into his neck.

[angelusliam]

God! How could he have forgotten this? He thought he remembered, but if he'd really remembered, he wouldn't have made it through the day, trying to sleep on the couch. He couldn't hold back his groan as he was finally sheathed all the way inside her.

He pressed his face into her hair by the crook of her neck, inhaling her unique scent as he began thrusting inside her. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up to meet him. Angel trailed kisses along her jaw and cheek until he found her lips and captured them. He thrust his tongue into her mouth to match the rhythm of his hips.

One hand came up to knead her breast, while he slid the other under the small of her back, tilting her pelvis until he felt her tense and dig her nails into his flesh. A few more thrusts, and she threw her head back, arching into him and keening faintly. Her thighs and inner walls all tightened around him as she climaxed. Angel's thrusts grew more rapid and shallow, until a moment later he couldn't hold on any longer. "God, Buffy!" He gasped, spilling his seed inside her.

He was gasping for air, a response his body had never lost despite no longer needing it. He rolled over to the side so he wasn't crushing Buffy (even though he knew technically she could withstand his weight), drawing her with him until she rested in the crook of his arm, her head pillowed on his shoulder.

What did you say after mind-blowing sex?

"I think we missed the movie."

[angelbuffy]

She lay there, with him in nothing but complete ecstasy. She really couldn't move, but she seriously wanted more. She could have done that for days. She was aching for more sex.

After amazing sex.

She laughed at his comment, while she was drawing shapes on his perfectly toned chest. "Don't really care about the movie." Was all that came out of her mouth. Last memory of that was the worst memory of her life, and this memory was probably the best.

They had just made love on the hotel floor, and there was no Angelus. It was just them, the way it should have been all those years ago.

She snuggled into him. "Well, you don't have to sleep on the couch anymore."

Meaning, not unless she was there, too.

[angelusliam]

Angel glanced at the top of her head when she laughed at his words. His eyes trailed down the line of her nude body, and he pulled her tighter against him. He smiled when she pointed out he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch anymore.

"I wasn't planning on sleeping much in the bed, either," he teased, his hand straying down from her waist, over her hip to cup her bottom. This was what he'd always wanted: to be able to lie with Buffy, completely naturally, without having to worry about going too far or what they were or weren't allowed to do or say with each other. He regretted that it had taken them so long to get to this point, but he knew some things had been necessary to get here.

Buffy shifted her legs restlessly against him, and Angel realized she wanted more.

He could take care of that.