Trust is a Funny Thing, Chapter Fourteen
Author: Red, aka redscorner or bangelsoullove
Title: Trust is a Funny Thing
Chapter: 14/14
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Warnings: Explicit sexual content in this chapter
Disclaimer: See, here's the thing. Joss made them, but he totally disrespected and abused them, so I'm trying my hand at cleaning up the mess. I'm not Joss, so I'm not half as brilliant, but I try.
Feedback?: Makes it all worthwhile in ways you may never understand
Author's Note: This starts immediately after The Girl in Question. It always bothered me how they jumped from that straight into Power Play. I also wanted to write a fic that really dealt with the whole "Does Buffy really not trust Angel or are Andrew and Giles lying poopieheads?" issue, as well as work through some other stuff for our star crossed lovers.
Well, this is it. It's over. I'm sad. I don't want to go into it more than that. Thank you, to everyone who's read and stuck with me through the bitter end, I hope you like it.
“Angel, stop!” she laughed, squirming away.
“Don’t wanna,” he murmured, hauling her into his lap and dragging one hand through her hair. “You don’t really want me to either.”
“Angel, we’re outside in the middle of the day! We can’t,” she shot back on the half-gasp, half-moan he always delighted in hearing.
The wedding was a little less than a month away and Buffy was getting stressed with getting each detail just right. Unable to watch her lock herself away with planners and dressmakers for another day, Angel had suggested an afternoon picnic and taken her to a gorgeous field of wildflowers in a part of the abandoned countryside.
“There’s no one around for miles, Buffy. We’re alone. No one can see,” he promised, kneading her bottom.
“But…” she started, only to be silenced when his mouth began wickedly plundering hers again.
When Angel first got his Shanshu, he spent as much time as possible in the sun, making up for years of deprivation. After getting badly burned a few times, he’d learned to temper the experience with caution and a healthy supply of sunscreen. Being with Buffy in the sun was almost a religious experience and one he had every intention of taking every advantage of.
“Want you,” he rasped, his words halting out in between the nipping and nuzzling of her flesh. “Always want you. Used to dream of making love to you in a field of flowers in the sun, baby.”
At his words, the last of her resistance faded away and he was able to guide her down on the blanket they’d been using earlier to sit on while they ate. He undressed her slowly, reverently, kissing and licking each newly exposed bit of skin until she was writhing underneath him with pure need. When he buried his head in between her thighs and gave her sex a long, slow stroke with his tongue, her hips arched and she cried out sharply.
“Easy,” he whispered, holding her hips in his large hands and bending his head back to his task. He teased and tormented her for what felt like forever, bringing her just to the brink of orgasm and then changing tactics, never letting her fully go over.
“Angel, please,” she begged. “Need…”
Whatever she’d been about to say was lost as he finally sucked her clit into his mouth while curling two fingers inside of her. The world exploded into starbursts for her, the orgasm coming harder and faster than she’d ever experienced. He eased her back down and once the last of the tremors faded, he began building her right back up. Over and over, until she was boneless from exhaustion, every over-sensitized nerve ending screaming.
“Baby, can’t,” she panted. “Too much. Stop.”
He started kissing a trail up from her center to her neck, leaving no part of skin in-between untouched. “No such thing as too much,” he murmured huskily in her ear as he slid easily inside of her.
“Guhokay,” she warbled incoherently.
Angel smiled at her now-expected inability to think or speak whenever he was touching her. Sometimes, he loved to talk to her while making love to her, whispering naughty things in her ears while his body gave hers pleasure. He loved the way it would turn her eyes a deep shade of emerald, the complete attention to detail in whatever he was saying to her making her that much hotter. Today, however, he was just as incapable of speaking as she. Instead, he focused his attention on using his whole body to worship hers. His hands twined with hers above her head, his mouth mauling hers in a blatant replica of the mating they were doing. Birds in the tree overhead were startled out of their nest with a flurry of squawks and wing flaps as her growing cries finally capitulated in a scream, followed by his loud groan of release.
Deeply sated, the two lovers spent the remainder of the afternoon dozing and playing in the sunshine, finding paradise in the simple act of being with one another.
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Angel once had a nightmare that had shaken him to his core, an ugly manifestation of his deepest fears. He and Buffy were getting married, thrilled to be together and excited to face the future, until they stepped out into the sun and she’d exploded into ash. That dream, as much as anything, was what had wrenched him away from her side in a desperate attempt to keep her safe. His new status as a complete human ensured their reality would be far different from that distant night terror.
Buffy spent months agonizing every detail, wanting everything to be completely perfect but he wasn’t as concerned. The only thing that mattered to him was that they were here, together, and finally allowed the peace so long denied them. He wasn’t worried about flowers or dresses or food or where, so long as it was them. If it would have made her happy, he would gladly have taken her to Vegas and been bound to her by Elvis.
But when she slowly walked toward him in a meadow at day break, positively glowing with love and happiness, he realized what had driven her throughout the process. As Giles passed her to him, his love for her no less than that of what her biological father should have felt, Angel found himself swept up in the moment and his eyes filled with tears as they solemnly exchanged vows.
As they began this new chapter of their lives, dancing and celebrating with friends and family, he once again thanked the Powers for sending him to her. The road of loving Buffy had been rife with happiness and sorrow and he marveled at how they were still together, despite everything. And later, after he’d spirited her away and they’d made love for hours in the incredibly romantic hotel room he’d booked, he was unsurprised to look down at his wife’s face and see her eyes shining brightly with tears.
“What now?” she whispered.
“Now? Well Buffy, now we live. Together. Forever. After all, that’s the whole point, remember?” he answered.
Though Angel once spoke of happily ever after, that is something existing only in fairy tales, stories spun for children to soothe away their fears. The reality is that happiness is often tempered with sorrow; euphoria is typically mellowed with heartache. Buffy and Angel lived a full life, sprinkled with good times and bad. They raised a beautiful family, they worked to preserve the legacy of the Slayer for when the time would again come to fight darkness and they spent their lives just loving each other. They held fast to one another through the joys and tribulations the world continued to throw at them. They laughed and cried, clung to one another and pushed each other away, but their love was always there with them, a tangible part of each of them.
Sometimes, their love danced between them, spinning and twirling them together until they were one seamless unit; other times, distance spanned between them until they were drowning in the abyss of loneliness and lost to each other and themselves. Sometimes, their love was a bursting star in their hearts and souls, happiness and life radiating from their very beings; other times, it was a fiery anger exploding in their breast, pain and sorrow bleeding from their ragged souls. Sometimes, they expressed their love with gentle words and soft caresses, their joy flowing through them fluidly; other times, they hurled their pain at each other with verbal daggers and biting glares, their rage slicing and scarring with a surgeon’s precision. No matter what journey time takes them on, they remain together, two halves split from one whole, coming together in completion: soul mates, lovers, friends, always.
When the end comes and the Reaper comes to collect, he finds them still together, still in love, still fighting and still without fear, wrinkled and gray in each others’ arms the way they’d always dreamt. And completely without regret or uncertainty.
(You, sir, are supposed to be charming.
And we, princess, are supposed to live happily ever after.
Says who?
You know, I don't know.
My great-great-grandmother's portrait hung in the university up until the Revolution. By then, the truth of their romance had been reduced to a simple fairy tale. And, while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.)*
*Danielle, Henry and the Grande Dame from Ever After: A Cinderella Story
Title: Trust is a Funny Thing
Chapter: 14/14
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Warnings: Explicit sexual content in this chapter
Disclaimer: See, here's the thing. Joss made them, but he totally disrespected and abused them, so I'm trying my hand at cleaning up the mess. I'm not Joss, so I'm not half as brilliant, but I try.
Feedback?: Makes it all worthwhile in ways you may never understand
Author's Note: This starts immediately after The Girl in Question. It always bothered me how they jumped from that straight into Power Play. I also wanted to write a fic that really dealt with the whole "Does Buffy really not trust Angel or are Andrew and Giles lying poopieheads?" issue, as well as work through some other stuff for our star crossed lovers.
Well, this is it. It's over. I'm sad. I don't want to go into it more than that. Thank you, to everyone who's read and stuck with me through the bitter end, I hope you like it.
“Angel, stop!” she laughed, squirming away.
“Don’t wanna,” he murmured, hauling her into his lap and dragging one hand through her hair. “You don’t really want me to either.”
“Angel, we’re outside in the middle of the day! We can’t,” she shot back on the half-gasp, half-moan he always delighted in hearing.
The wedding was a little less than a month away and Buffy was getting stressed with getting each detail just right. Unable to watch her lock herself away with planners and dressmakers for another day, Angel had suggested an afternoon picnic and taken her to a gorgeous field of wildflowers in a part of the abandoned countryside.
“There’s no one around for miles, Buffy. We’re alone. No one can see,” he promised, kneading her bottom.
“But…” she started, only to be silenced when his mouth began wickedly plundering hers again.
When Angel first got his Shanshu, he spent as much time as possible in the sun, making up for years of deprivation. After getting badly burned a few times, he’d learned to temper the experience with caution and a healthy supply of sunscreen. Being with Buffy in the sun was almost a religious experience and one he had every intention of taking every advantage of.
“Want you,” he rasped, his words halting out in between the nipping and nuzzling of her flesh. “Always want you. Used to dream of making love to you in a field of flowers in the sun, baby.”
At his words, the last of her resistance faded away and he was able to guide her down on the blanket they’d been using earlier to sit on while they ate. He undressed her slowly, reverently, kissing and licking each newly exposed bit of skin until she was writhing underneath him with pure need. When he buried his head in between her thighs and gave her sex a long, slow stroke with his tongue, her hips arched and she cried out sharply.
“Easy,” he whispered, holding her hips in his large hands and bending his head back to his task. He teased and tormented her for what felt like forever, bringing her just to the brink of orgasm and then changing tactics, never letting her fully go over.
“Angel, please,” she begged. “Need…”
Whatever she’d been about to say was lost as he finally sucked her clit into his mouth while curling two fingers inside of her. The world exploded into starbursts for her, the orgasm coming harder and faster than she’d ever experienced. He eased her back down and once the last of the tremors faded, he began building her right back up. Over and over, until she was boneless from exhaustion, every over-sensitized nerve ending screaming.
“Baby, can’t,” she panted. “Too much. Stop.”
He started kissing a trail up from her center to her neck, leaving no part of skin in-between untouched. “No such thing as too much,” he murmured huskily in her ear as he slid easily inside of her.
“Guhokay,” she warbled incoherently.
Angel smiled at her now-expected inability to think or speak whenever he was touching her. Sometimes, he loved to talk to her while making love to her, whispering naughty things in her ears while his body gave hers pleasure. He loved the way it would turn her eyes a deep shade of emerald, the complete attention to detail in whatever he was saying to her making her that much hotter. Today, however, he was just as incapable of speaking as she. Instead, he focused his attention on using his whole body to worship hers. His hands twined with hers above her head, his mouth mauling hers in a blatant replica of the mating they were doing. Birds in the tree overhead were startled out of their nest with a flurry of squawks and wing flaps as her growing cries finally capitulated in a scream, followed by his loud groan of release.
Deeply sated, the two lovers spent the remainder of the afternoon dozing and playing in the sunshine, finding paradise in the simple act of being with one another.
************************************************************************
Angel once had a nightmare that had shaken him to his core, an ugly manifestation of his deepest fears. He and Buffy were getting married, thrilled to be together and excited to face the future, until they stepped out into the sun and she’d exploded into ash. That dream, as much as anything, was what had wrenched him away from her side in a desperate attempt to keep her safe. His new status as a complete human ensured their reality would be far different from that distant night terror.
Buffy spent months agonizing every detail, wanting everything to be completely perfect but he wasn’t as concerned. The only thing that mattered to him was that they were here, together, and finally allowed the peace so long denied them. He wasn’t worried about flowers or dresses or food or where, so long as it was them. If it would have made her happy, he would gladly have taken her to Vegas and been bound to her by Elvis.
But when she slowly walked toward him in a meadow at day break, positively glowing with love and happiness, he realized what had driven her throughout the process. As Giles passed her to him, his love for her no less than that of what her biological father should have felt, Angel found himself swept up in the moment and his eyes filled with tears as they solemnly exchanged vows.
As they began this new chapter of their lives, dancing and celebrating with friends and family, he once again thanked the Powers for sending him to her. The road of loving Buffy had been rife with happiness and sorrow and he marveled at how they were still together, despite everything. And later, after he’d spirited her away and they’d made love for hours in the incredibly romantic hotel room he’d booked, he was unsurprised to look down at his wife’s face and see her eyes shining brightly with tears.
“What now?” she whispered.
“Now? Well Buffy, now we live. Together. Forever. After all, that’s the whole point, remember?” he answered.
Though Angel once spoke of happily ever after, that is something existing only in fairy tales, stories spun for children to soothe away their fears. The reality is that happiness is often tempered with sorrow; euphoria is typically mellowed with heartache. Buffy and Angel lived a full life, sprinkled with good times and bad. They raised a beautiful family, they worked to preserve the legacy of the Slayer for when the time would again come to fight darkness and they spent their lives just loving each other. They held fast to one another through the joys and tribulations the world continued to throw at them. They laughed and cried, clung to one another and pushed each other away, but their love was always there with them, a tangible part of each of them.
Sometimes, their love danced between them, spinning and twirling them together until they were one seamless unit; other times, distance spanned between them until they were drowning in the abyss of loneliness and lost to each other and themselves. Sometimes, their love was a bursting star in their hearts and souls, happiness and life radiating from their very beings; other times, it was a fiery anger exploding in their breast, pain and sorrow bleeding from their ragged souls. Sometimes, they expressed their love with gentle words and soft caresses, their joy flowing through them fluidly; other times, they hurled their pain at each other with verbal daggers and biting glares, their rage slicing and scarring with a surgeon’s precision. No matter what journey time takes them on, they remain together, two halves split from one whole, coming together in completion: soul mates, lovers, friends, always.
When the end comes and the Reaper comes to collect, he finds them still together, still in love, still fighting and still without fear, wrinkled and gray in each others’ arms the way they’d always dreamt. And completely without regret or uncertainty.
(You, sir, are supposed to be charming.
And we, princess, are supposed to live happily ever after.
Says who?
You know, I don't know.
My great-great-grandmother's portrait hung in the university up until the Revolution. By then, the truth of their romance had been reduced to a simple fairy tale. And, while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.)*
*Danielle, Henry and the Grande Dame from Ever After: A Cinderella Story