BtVS adult fic: Prophecy Girl with B/A plus 1/2
Title: Prophecy Girl with B/A plus
Author: SCWLC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never have, never will.
Distribution: Anyone that has permission to take my stuff continues to have it, anyone else let me know where it’s going.
Summary: I had a thought once about how “Prophecy Girl” would have gone if Buffy and Angel had decided to start dating at the end of “Angel” instead of going their almost separate ways. Umm. That’s about it.
Notes: No prequels, no sequels. I have enough trouble with ep. rewrites that it prevents me from trying to create whole seasons. Okay, if badgered I might have a sort of follow-up, but it’s more trouble than it’s worth.
Feedback: All badgering goes to scwlc@yahoo.ca
Buffy ran across the vampire up on makeout point. Although there were other cars about, a single car was parked on the hill, its windows all fogged up. Moments into the fight it threw her and Buffy hit the ground hard on her back, the breath forced out of her lungs by the impact. She rolled to her feet and stood in her fighting stance, waiting for the demon’s next move. The vampire growled at her and prepared to rush her. Buffy kept her face neutral as she pulled the stake from its hiding place in her jacket and held it in the vampire’s view.
His eyes widened and much of his confidence evaporated with the shifting of the balance of power. Seeing his reaction, Buffy smiled at him and tilted her head. Just a little. Just enough to make her opponent realise his only chance to escape was to beat her and run or kill her. He launched himself at her, but she met him with a series of kicks and slammed the stake home. As the vampire hit the ground and burst into ashes Buffy felt a pair of cool arms wrap around her waist and cool lips brushed her cheek.
“Three in one night. Giles would be so proud,” she said to her boyfriend.
Angel tightened his arms slightly. “You know I hate it when you get all showy,” he said. “You take risks and you don’t have to.”
She turned in his embrace and laid her head on his chest, letting her arms find their way around his waist. “Angel, it’s boring if I don’t. You’re not going to get all Giles-y on me and start saying ‘plunge and move on! Plunge and move on!’” She said the last in a fake British accent and smiled happily when she heard the small snort of laughter emerge from the handsome vampire’s throat. She loved it when he laughed.
“No, I’m not going to say that. Besides there are things I’d much rather be doing right now anyway.” She looked up and giggled as his eyebrows wiggled lasciviously. Then he leaned down and kissed her and Buffy sighed happily into his mouth in response.
“You’re such a guy sometimes!” she said to him.
Angel looked at her in mock affront. “Are you questioning my manhood?” he asked her. His eyes darkened dangerously as he pressed her a little closer and swooped down to kiss her.
When the kiss finished Buffy rolled her eyes at the vampire that had stolen her heart. “I’m just saying that sometimes you can’t think of anything else.” Their eyes locked and then he leaned down to kiss her again. Just as his lips touched hers the ground began to shake. Buffy glanced about and clutched Angel close as car alarms went off and nearby glass shattered.
The shaking stopped finally and the pair slowly separated, hesitant in case there were aftershocks. “Are you okay?” Angel asked his girlfriend.
“Yeah,” Buffy smiled back. “Now where were we before plate tectonics interrupted?”
**********
Buffy saw Giles standing by his book cage and wondered for the umpteenth time why her watcher kept his books in a cage. “Morning!” It wasn’t as though they were going to get up and bite him or something. Although, looking at the damage and the way the stairs seemed to be not quite attached to the floor anymore, maybe the cage was to protect the books not the people. “Wow. The damage looks fairly structural. Are we safe in here?”
And Giles was looking at her as though she was a zombie or something. “Buffy!” He looked really happy to see her all of a sudden but he also looked majorly wigged.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, patting her face.
Giles blinked and shook himself out of whatever weird daze he was in. “No! Uh . . . and . . . and yes, we're . . . we're safe.” He did that little head twitchy thing he sometimes did when he was worried and smiled a little, gesturing at the stacks. “Uh . . . but probably best not to go up there.”
“How're you doin' there, Giles?” Buffy asked. He seemed really scattered, and although that wasn’t not normal for him it was a bit more so than usual. “Get much sleep last night?” she added.
Giles twitched again. “Um . . . I-I-I've been working.”
Exasperated with his behaviour Buffy said, “Me, too. I went hunting last night, and it is awfully sweet of you to ask.” Her voice was as perky as she could make it. Getting serious she continued. “It's getting hairy out there Giles. I killed three vampires last night, and one of them was practically on school grounds.”
She was not gratified when his only response was, “Their numbers are increasing.”
Buffy pressed on, assuming he was listening, “And they're getting cockier. Look, I'm not loving it.”
When all she got was a distracted “Yes,” Buffy let her annoyance bubble over. “Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line battling the undead.” The way his eyes were completely glazed over had her trying another tack. “Look, I broke a nail, okay?” Her voice sounded more anxious now than when talking about the vampires. “I'm wearing a press-on,” she said holding the damaged appendage up for inspection. “The least you could do is exhibit some casual interest. You could go, 'hmm',” she offered.
“Hmm?” Giles asked. This prompted a small eyeroll from his slayer. “Oh, sorry. Um, yes, I'm very glad that you're all right. Uh, I-I need to verify, um... I just can't really talk right now.”
Buffy blinked at the sheer incoherence that was her watcher that morning. “Fine. That's okay. I can't put it off any longer. I have to meet my terrible fate,” she sighed in pique.
Giles whipped around. “What?!”
“Biology,” she replied with a small pout. Then the bell rang and Buffy left, wondering what was wrong with Giles today, well aware he was watching her leave. Then came the class so boring that she was tempted hurl herself out the window of the room. Given her reflexes and other slayer stuff she probably would be fine too. It was a helpful daydream that also involved running away with Angel and living in the Bahamas for the rest of her life and skinny-dipping with her boyfriend at night. But class was still less interesting than watching paint dry.
“Wow. That was boring,” she commented to Willow and Xander when it was over.
Xander still seemed pretty out of it. “I don't feel that boring covers it.”
“No, boring falls short,” Buffy agreed. The three were descending the steps into the courtyard as they spoke and Buffy silently gloried in the sun and relative freedom of not being in class.
Willow also seemed to share the dazed quality of the other two musketeers. “Even I was bored,” she said. “And I'm a science nerd.”
Buffy instantly turned to the redhead, intent on bolstering her occasionally failing self-esteem. “Don't say that,” she began.
“I'm not ashamed.” Willow perked up immediately as she reassured Buffy. “It's the computer age. Nerds are in.” Then her confidence appeared to fail her. “They're still in, right?” Buffy smiled at her in encouragement.
“So!” Xander said. The girls turned to look at him, waiting for the rest of his thought to materialise. “I . . . uh . . . Buffy, are you goin’ to Spring Fling?”
Buffy’s mood immediately dimmed several watts. “I don’t know. I mean, I want Angel to go with me, but I don’t think he’d like it.” She shrugged and looked at her friends. “What about you guys?”
Willow and Xander exchanged looks and Willow finally said, “Well Xander and I-” She didn’t get a chance to finish as Xander eagerly cut in.
“We were wondering if you’d like to go with both of us. Y’know?” He said cheerily. “Sort of a Three Musketeers deal. It’ll be great!”
Buffy caught Willow’s look and gently shook her head. “Xander, I have a boyfriend and I really shouldn’t go to the dance with you guys. Three’s a crowd after all,” Buffy finished. Willow shot her a grateful look, but Xander was hurt.
“Guess a guy’s gotta be a vampire to make time with you nowadays,” he said bitterly.
Buffy frowned at him as Willow shrank into the background. “That was harsh Xander. He’s my boyfriend.”
He sighed and shook his head a little. “I know. I just . . .” He threw his hands up and turned away. “Nevermind,” he said over his shoulder and walked away.
“Xander . . .” He was already out of earshot. Buffy looked around for Willow and found her other friend had tactfully vanished. Her mood now completely ruined, Buffy wandered off for the rest of her school day.
*************
It was the end of a long day and after gym class Buffy was more than ready to head home. As she finished at her locker two girls walked by chatting, reminding her of the spat she’d had earlier in the day with her two friends. Willow had been distant all day and Xander had skipped school. She played with a stake as she headed to the washroom mirrors to freshen up before meeting Angel that afternoon. Buffy absentmindedly turned on the water and checked out her hair while she waited for the water to warm up. When she looked down at the sink, blood was pouring from the faucets.
Turning the faucets off, Buffy turned on her heel and strode to the library, muttering as she entered, “Giles, you are not gonna believe this.” She paused, looking around the apparently deserted library, then followed the sound of her watcher’s voice.
“It's clear. It's what's gonna happen,” he was saying as she moved closer, “It's happening now!” He was in his office speaking to someone, and as Buffy stood watching, that someone turned out to be Angel. She whispered her boyfriend’s name and started walking over to them a smile on her face.
Angel was quick to deny whatever Giles had just said. “It can't be. You've gotta be wrong.” He sounded a little desperate and Buffy wondered what was wrong.
“I've checked it against all my other volumes. It's very real.” Her watcher was holding firm about whatever the debate was about. Buffy mentally shook herself when she reached the door but continued to eavesdrop.
“Well, there's gotta be some way around it,” Angel insisted.
Giles shook his head. “Listen. Some prophecies are … are a bit dodgy. They're … they're mutable.” He was really on a roll with the stuttering Buffy thought wryly. “Buffy herself has … has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex,” Giles said definitely. “There is nothing in it that does not come to pass.” He looked at Angel grimly causing Buffy to wonder just what this Codex thingy said.
Angel persisted. “Then you're reading it wrong.” He looked on the verge of tears and Buffy was about to rush to him when Giles’ next words stopped her cold.
“I wish to God I were! But it's very plain! Tomorrow night Buffy will face the Master, and she will die.”
The words seemed to echo around the library. Buffy dimly heard Angel asking whether Giles had verified the text or something, but it seemed very far away compared to the dead certainty her watcher had shown moments before the she was going to be killed. The ridiculousness of her death being written about in one of Giles’ old musty tomes of demon lore struck her even as she went into shock. She was vaguely aware of the moment she began to laugh, certain they were playing a joke on her, equally certain they weren’t. Her boyfriend and her watcher looked at each other and hurried after her as she began to aimlessly move away from the office door. Angel followed, but Giles stood in the office doorway looking uncertain. “So that's it, huh?” she said as she stopped by the library table. “I remember the drill. One Slayer dies, next one's called!” Buffy felt the tears coming into her eyes and her throat closing. Ruthlessly she pushed it down. “Wonder who she is.” Buffy turned to Giles and felt a small surge of victory when he wouldn’t quite look her in the eye. “Will you train her? Or will they send someone else?”
Giles looked upset and Buffy dimly wondered if he had any idea at all what she was feeling. “Buffy, I...” he began.
“They say how he's gonna kill me?” she interrupted. Her world was falling apart as her thoughts about the fight with Xander taunted her. “Do you think it'll hurt?” She saw the two men flinch and through the panic and sadness she felt another surge of triumph that she was hurting them as much as they’d just hurt her. Even as she just wanted to know the answers. Angel reached for her and she pulled away. “Don't touch me!” she said to him. He flinched. The Slayer turned to her watcher. “Were you even gonna tell me?”
“I was hoping that I wouldn't have to,” he replied softly. He had yet to move from the doorway. “That there was... some way around it. I-”
Buffy cut in. “I've got a way around it. I quit!”
Angel stood to the side, struggling not to reach for her. “It's not that simple,” he said.
“I'm making it that simple!” Angel ached along with the heartache in his love’s voice. “I quit, I resign, I-I'm fired, you can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over.” She was so definite and Angel silently agreed with her.
Giles hesitantly tried to explain. “I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate-”
“The signs?” Her voice was full of righteous fury. Her hand on the tabletop closed around a four-hundred-year-old text then suddenly hurled it at the Englishman across from her. “READ ME THE SIGNS!” Angel stood to the side, indecisive as she threw another. “TELL ME MY FORTUNE! You’re so useful sitting here with all your books! You’re really a lotta help!” She was openly sobbing through her anger.
Giles’ voice sounded empty. “No, I don't suppose I am.” He wouldn’t meet her eyes at all.
“I know this is hard,” Angel began.
Buffy turned to him scornfully. “What do you know about this? You're never gonna die!”
Her words sparked terror inside him at the thought of her dying. Leaving him alone in his darkness. Angel stepped forward. “You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way-”
If looks could kill he’d be dust by now. “I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!”
Giles tried again and Angel suppressed the urge to throttle the man. “Buffy, if the Master rises-“
Buffy tore the cross from around her neck. The same one Angel had given her at their first meeting. The cross she’d worn every time she went patrolling. “I don't care!” she cried. The fight suddenly left her. “I don't care.” Her voice was almost petulant as she repeated herself. “Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't wanna die.”
Those softly spoken words cut to the heart of the matter and left the other two speechless. They stood, frozen in a tableau, for a moment. Then Buffy let the cross fall to the floor and strode out.
In her wake, Angel reached down and gently lifted the necklace off the floor. He examined the clasp, then exchanged the chain around his neck for hers, ignoring the burning pain of the cross, and left it on the table before heading home.
***********
Buffy sat in her room that evening. She’d turned down Angel’s offer to take her to the Bronze, Breaker’s Woods, the park, anywhere she wanted. He had pleaded with her not to shut him out, but Buffy just wanted some time alone and had told him that in no uncertain terms. Angel had responded just as definitely that, whenever she called him, he would come to help however he could.
She sat by herself and flipped through her photo album instead. She looked through the old pictures of her and her dad at the skating rink and newer ones of her, Xander and Willow. There were even a couple shots of her and Angel and Buffy lingered over them, her fingers tracing her boyfriend’s handsome face. A face that looked the same as it did two hundred years ago and would look the same two hundred years in the future. It was kind of comforting that he would always be there. Even if she wasn’t.
“Hi, honey,” her mother said poking her head into the room. “You alright?”
Buffy shrugged apathetically. “Sure.”
“Probably just full from that bite of dinner you nearly had,” Joyce said wryly. Her amusement evaporated as quickly as it had appeared and she asked, “Feel like telling me what's on your mind?”
She was startled when her daughter smiled widely and falsely and said, “Mom, let's go away!”
“What?” she asked. The desperation underlying Buffy’s odd request was obvious even if the reasons behind it weren’t.
“Anywhere, just for a while, all weekend!” She spoke eagerly and quickly, trying to outmanoeuvre any obstacles her mother threw in her path.
“Honey, I...”
Buffy continued determinedly. “No, it'll be great! You and me, a mother-daughter thing... We can talk about all the embarrassing things you love to bring up.” She looked hopefully at the elder woman, her anxiety all the more apparent with her unusual behaviour.
Joyce sympathetically shut down that avenue of escape. “You know the gallery's open on weekends.”
“Mom, please!” she cried.
Her mother frowned slightly. “Isn't the Prom tomorrow night? Or Spring Fling, whatever they're calling it?” a sudden hunch made her ask.
“I-I guess.” The Slayer had forgotten that fact with all the horror of her meeting with Giles and Angel.
Joyce caught the hesitancy and misinterpreted it. “Nobody asked you?”
“Oh, someone...” Buffy trailed off, recalling Xander’s unsubtle attempt to ask her out while using Willow as a shield against accusations of poaching another guy’s girlfriend. At the same time Angel hadn’t picked up on her hints and asked her out to the Spring Fling.
“But not the right someone.” Her mother had accurately read that expression. “See, sometimes I actually do know what you're thinking.” She walked over to Buffy’s closet and said, “Well, then, uh, this probably isn't the best time for this, but, uh...” She opened the closet to reveal a beautiful white sleeveless gown. Buffy’s eyes widened at the sight. “I saw you eyeing it at the store. I figured-”
The teenager stood and cut Joyce off, “Mom, we can't afford this.”
“The way you've been eating,” she replied with another wry grin, “We can afford it.”
“It's beautiful,” Buffy said as she looked over the dress. She had coveted it from the moment she laid eyes on it on a shopping trip with Willow. Images of her and Angel, Angel in a tux, her in the dress danced in her head.
Joyce’s grin turned into a happy smile at her daughter’s obvious pleasure in the dress. “I think you should wear it. To the dance.”
“No, I-I can't go to the dance.” For a moment Buffy had forgotten that she was supposed to die Saturday night and that she probably wouldn’t even get to go. She’d be busy getting her face bruised and her nails broken battling the undead.
“Says who? Is it written somewhere?” Sheer force of will kept Buffy from breaking down at the questions. Her mother’s enthusiastic words hurt more than any vampire-administered beating. “You should do what you want. Homecoming, my freshman year of college I didn't have a date, so I got dressed up and I went anyway.” Joyce firmly said.
Buffy saw right through that cheer. “Was it awful?”
“It was awful,” her mother agreed. “For about an hour.”
“Then what happened?” Buffy asked, now curious about the story.
Joyce smiled in reminiscence. “I met your father.”
“He didn't have a date either?”
Her mother chuckled a little. “He did. And that's a much funnier story that you will *not* get to hear,” she admonished Buffy. “Oh, but it was a beautiful night!” Joyce sighed at the memory.
Buffy glanced away from her mother as the pain crept back into her mind. “And you had your whole life ahead of you.”
“Yeah.”
She hardly recognised the empty-eyed girl she saw reflected in the mirror, her voice hollow. “Must be nice.”
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Buffy had been looking at her new dress when her mother called her with the news. She hurried to Willow’s, too concerned for her friend to worry about a change of clothes. She listened through the first hitching sobs and held her through the weeping when she finally broke down. By the time Willow was fully able to tell her friend what she’d seen Buffy had made a decision. The innocent light in Willow’s eyes had dimmed to a flicker and the Slayer knew that to prevent that from happening to anyone else, to prevent a scene like the AV room that morning, she would face the Master.
“What are we going to do Buffy?” Willow asked as the blonde stood to leave.
Buffy’s reply was her promise. “What we have to.”
Smiling through the tears still streaming down her cheeks, Willow clung to that final bit of normalcy. “I like your dress.”
Buffy paused and smiled before heading out to the other thing she had to do before she started working that evening. She had to see Angel.
*************
Angel was sleeping and dreaming of Buffy. They were kissing in the graveyard and he could smell her skin, the sweat beginning to appear on her skin, the light scent of the perfume she always wore floated in the air, and the beginnings of her arousal tickled at his nose. He groaned softly and tightened his arms around her as his tongue slipped into her mouth to tease and stroke. Between kisses she moaned his name and Angel found himself becoming hard in response to her breathy sighs.
Buffy’s hands slid under the hem of his t-shirt, her heated touch making its way up to his nipples to gently tease, and Angel discovered that somehow he’d lost his shirt. He responded by unzipping the tiny black dress she wore and leaning down to suckle her breasts. She gasped and slid her fingers into his hair, the scent of her arousal thickening the air around them. Angel was pleased to note that her dress had vanished, leaving her completely naked. She knelt at his feet and suddenly the scene shifted to his bedroom.
She leaned forward and took the zipper in her teeth, pulling it down and easing the pressure on his now throbbing erection. Angel whimpered as her small hands reached up to his pants and tugged them down his legs. They vanished like the rest of their clothing. She gently began to stroke him, with just the perfect amount of pressure, her thumb teasing across the head of his cock on every down stroke.
The room twisted around him again and he was lying in bed with Buffy beside him. He looked up and saw sadness in her eyes. It hadn’t been there before and Angel set himself to making her forget whatever was making her so sorrowful. The sensations of his dream had become sharper somehow, and Angel revelled in the feeling of Buffy’s small, lithe figure pressed so tightly to his own. He kissed her and felt her response, sweet and innocent as always, and then slid a hand off her back and down to the wetness he could feel on his leg where she had begun to gently rock against him.
His fingers slid easily around her slippery pussy and Angel could her himself purr as she whimpered and nibbled down his neck in response. He circled her clit once with his index finger and felt a sudden burst of pain zing to his cock and back up again as Buffy reflexively closed her teeth on his neck. It also effectively told him that he was no longer dreaming.
Angel pulled away sharply to stare at his slayer. “Buffy? What are you doing?” he demanded.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked him. She pulled him down into another kiss and reached between them for his erection. Angel caught her wrist before she distracted him.
“It looks like you’re trying to seduce me,” he replied.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him and pointedly looked down. “I think it seems to be working.”
His eyes narrowed as he took in her expression. She hadn’t been ready for this just days before and Angel had readily accepted that fact. He loved her too much to force her into anything she didn’t want or wasn’t ready for, no matter how many cold showers he was suffering through. Something had changed her mind and he was fairly certain he knew what. “You’re not going to die Buffy,” he growled at her. “I won’t let it happen. Even if I have to take you away from here I will not let you die.”
Her false bravado melted away and Buffy sat up. He followed, and she turned to him and cupped his face in her hands as she spoke. “Angel, I can’t leave. I’m the Slayer and I have to stay. Besides, Giles is like, never wrong about this stuff.” She let out a sad laugh.
Angel grabbed her hands and held them tightly as though he expected her to vanish. “Well he’s wrong this time and,” his voice cracked with the emotions he held in check. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Angel, it’s not just the fact that I’m . . .” she paused as he growled. “Someone’s predicting my death,” she continued. “I love you and I want to show you.” Buffy pulled him into another kiss. “I want you to feel how much I love you.” Another kiss and she felt his resolve weaken. “I want you to touch me. I never feel safer than when I’m with you and I can’t wait to find out what it feels like to have you inside of me.”
In the course of her little speech Buffy had forgotten the reason she had been inspired to do this. Angel killed the mood by asking, “So this really has nothing to do with Giles’ damned prophecy?”
“Of course it has to do with it,” Buffy grumped irritably at the vampire that was completely screwing up the moment. “Angel, I could die at any time. I love you. I trust you. I have no reason to be nervous about having sex with you and when I thought about it I realised it was stupid to be scared of making love to the man I love.”
Angel blinked. “Buffy this is a big step-“
“It is. But I’m not afraid anymore Angel.” This time, when she kissed him, he didn’t resist.
Buffy felt his tongue gently press against her lips, asking permission to enter. She granted it as she parted her lips and sighed into his mouth as he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. He massaged the peaks causing her to first giggle then gasp as his, so very skilled, hands began to elicit feelings she hadn’t known existed. Buffy retaliated by running her hands over the muscled surface of his chest and catching his nipples with her fingertips and pinching them. She was rewarded with a whimper and a twitching shift of his hips beneath her.
Angel pulled himself away from the warmth of Buffy’s mouth and began to kiss his way down the side of her neck, feeling a thrill when she moaned his name and let her head fall to the side. The sight alone of the pulsing vein bared for him sent an illicit shiver of arousal through him. Still, he didn’t linger and continued until he reached her breasts. Buffy was not necessarily as well endowed in that area as some women, but they fit her small frame perfectly. Dewed as they were with her sweat, they were one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen and Angel began to nibble the sensitive flesh there eagerly, urged on by her whimpers and sighs. Her hands found his hair and she threaded her fingers through it while her hips began to rock against his in a delicious movement.
Angel’s mouth closed over one of Buffy’s nipples and she started to moan in earnest. His talented teeth, tongue and lips were causing sensation to flow through her in waves that went from her breasts to her toes and then centred on her throbbing pussy. Buffy could feel how wet she was and ground against Angel for some relief. Then she had a wicked idea to make him feel the way she was. Her hands left his hair and began to travel down his smoothly muscled and marble hard torso. Angel protested the way the movement dislodged his mouth, then let out an inarticulate cry as her hands closed over his aching erection.
He looked up to see a grin on Buffy’s face as he bucked up towards the small, hot hands that were caressing him. Her right hand slid up and down his length, her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, while the other hand reached down to cup and squeeze his balls. “Oh God,” he groaned.
Buffy had shifted backward to see what she was doing better and had almost managed to forget the ache between her thighs when Angel grabbed her wrists saying, “Buffy, stop.”
“What? Why-“ she began to ask, but he cut her off by kissing her and sliding his fingers along the wet flesh of her vagina. She whined into his mouth as it brought her attention back down.
He smiled as she began to writhe against his hand and introduced a finger into her sheathe. It was tight, wet and hot and Angel closed his eyes as he imagined what it was going to feel like wrapped around his manhood. Then he took a deep breath to control himself and put the image out of his head so he could concentrate on Buffy. She was whining and rocking against his hand. Angel added a second finger and was rewarded by the feeling of Buffy’s nails digging convulsively into his back as the rocking motion of her hips increased in tempo. He shifted the heel of his hand to press against her clit and watched as Buffy first tensed, then shrieked as she came. Angel’s fingers were subjected to the ripples of Buffy’s powerful internal muscles and his mind flew back to wondering how it would feel when she came with him inside her.
Buffy slowly came down from the high of her second orgasm that afternoon and realised that this was all very nice, but she wanted Angel to get on with the main attraction. To this end she tackled him to the bed and began aggressively kissing him. All the while she eagerly shifted her hips around, trying to slide his erection inside her. He responded to her aggression by rolling them over and pinning her to the mattress. Buffy felt his cock slide through her wetness and bucked eagerly upward. Angel stopped, hovering over her and asked, “Buffy, are you sure?”
She simply replied, “Yes Angel. Make love to me.”
Angel groaned as he slowly sheathed himself inside her. She was tighter than he’d thought she’d be and Buffy had worked her hands free and was caressing his chest and back with them. He reached for control and began short thrusts in and out, taking care not to breach her. Soon Buffy was undulating beneath him and Angel could feel how close she was to the edge. He slipped a hand down and pinched her clit sending her into an orgasm and simultaneously thrust himself past her hymen.
Buffy let out a cry that was equal parts pain and pleasure as she came. Finally the last spasms subsided along with the pain and she looked up to see Angel, his eyes clenched shut, grinding his teeth as though in pain, hovering over her. At first, Buffy passively waited for him to pull out of her. Then she noticed he was still hard and waited for him to do something. He simply continued to lie there until Buffy, the feeling of Angel inside her teasing her more than she thought possible started to wriggle. “Angel.” His eyes shot open and Buffy giggled at the look on his face when she clenched the muscles surrounding him.
He didn’t last long after that. So many years of near-celibacy combined with foreplay had Angel nearly out of his mind. He tried to control his thrusts and failed miserably. Soon he was slamming into Buffy, encouraged by the moans, groans and shrieks issuing from her throat. He came again, triggering a final climax in his young lover, whose rippling musculature wrenched a groan from him as she milked the last of his seed from him.
Angel collapsed to the side and pulled her against his chest. “I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled back at him. “I love you.”
He sank into sleep, holding and held by the small blonde slayer that owned him, body, heart and soul. He woke two hours later, chained to the bed with a note propped on his bedside table reading:
Angel,
I love you more than anything, but I have to do this. I have to face the Master. Thank you for saving me, protecting me, for being my friend, my boyfriend, my sparring partner and my patrolling partner. But most of all, thanks for loving me. I guess I should say something about meeting again but I can’t really think of anything. So just thank you.
I love you,
Buffy
“Buffy!”
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Part 2
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Author: SCWLC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never have, never will.
Distribution: Anyone that has permission to take my stuff continues to have it, anyone else let me know where it’s going.
Summary: I had a thought once about how “Prophecy Girl” would have gone if Buffy and Angel had decided to start dating at the end of “Angel” instead of going their almost separate ways. Umm. That’s about it.
Notes: No prequels, no sequels. I have enough trouble with ep. rewrites that it prevents me from trying to create whole seasons. Okay, if badgered I might have a sort of follow-up, but it’s more trouble than it’s worth.
Feedback: All badgering goes to scwlc@yahoo.ca
Buffy ran across the vampire up on makeout point. Although there were other cars about, a single car was parked on the hill, its windows all fogged up. Moments into the fight it threw her and Buffy hit the ground hard on her back, the breath forced out of her lungs by the impact. She rolled to her feet and stood in her fighting stance, waiting for the demon’s next move. The vampire growled at her and prepared to rush her. Buffy kept her face neutral as she pulled the stake from its hiding place in her jacket and held it in the vampire’s view.
His eyes widened and much of his confidence evaporated with the shifting of the balance of power. Seeing his reaction, Buffy smiled at him and tilted her head. Just a little. Just enough to make her opponent realise his only chance to escape was to beat her and run or kill her. He launched himself at her, but she met him with a series of kicks and slammed the stake home. As the vampire hit the ground and burst into ashes Buffy felt a pair of cool arms wrap around her waist and cool lips brushed her cheek.
“Three in one night. Giles would be so proud,” she said to her boyfriend.
Angel tightened his arms slightly. “You know I hate it when you get all showy,” he said. “You take risks and you don’t have to.”
She turned in his embrace and laid her head on his chest, letting her arms find their way around his waist. “Angel, it’s boring if I don’t. You’re not going to get all Giles-y on me and start saying ‘plunge and move on! Plunge and move on!’” She said the last in a fake British accent and smiled happily when she heard the small snort of laughter emerge from the handsome vampire’s throat. She loved it when he laughed.
“No, I’m not going to say that. Besides there are things I’d much rather be doing right now anyway.” She looked up and giggled as his eyebrows wiggled lasciviously. Then he leaned down and kissed her and Buffy sighed happily into his mouth in response.
“You’re such a guy sometimes!” she said to him.
Angel looked at her in mock affront. “Are you questioning my manhood?” he asked her. His eyes darkened dangerously as he pressed her a little closer and swooped down to kiss her.
When the kiss finished Buffy rolled her eyes at the vampire that had stolen her heart. “I’m just saying that sometimes you can’t think of anything else.” Their eyes locked and then he leaned down to kiss her again. Just as his lips touched hers the ground began to shake. Buffy glanced about and clutched Angel close as car alarms went off and nearby glass shattered.
The shaking stopped finally and the pair slowly separated, hesitant in case there were aftershocks. “Are you okay?” Angel asked his girlfriend.
“Yeah,” Buffy smiled back. “Now where were we before plate tectonics interrupted?”
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Buffy saw Giles standing by his book cage and wondered for the umpteenth time why her watcher kept his books in a cage. “Morning!” It wasn’t as though they were going to get up and bite him or something. Although, looking at the damage and the way the stairs seemed to be not quite attached to the floor anymore, maybe the cage was to protect the books not the people. “Wow. The damage looks fairly structural. Are we safe in here?”
And Giles was looking at her as though she was a zombie or something. “Buffy!” He looked really happy to see her all of a sudden but he also looked majorly wigged.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, patting her face.
Giles blinked and shook himself out of whatever weird daze he was in. “No! Uh . . . and . . . and yes, we're . . . we're safe.” He did that little head twitchy thing he sometimes did when he was worried and smiled a little, gesturing at the stacks. “Uh . . . but probably best not to go up there.”
“How're you doin' there, Giles?” Buffy asked. He seemed really scattered, and although that wasn’t not normal for him it was a bit more so than usual. “Get much sleep last night?” she added.
Giles twitched again. “Um . . . I-I-I've been working.”
Exasperated with his behaviour Buffy said, “Me, too. I went hunting last night, and it is awfully sweet of you to ask.” Her voice was as perky as she could make it. Getting serious she continued. “It's getting hairy out there Giles. I killed three vampires last night, and one of them was practically on school grounds.”
She was not gratified when his only response was, “Their numbers are increasing.”
Buffy pressed on, assuming he was listening, “And they're getting cockier. Look, I'm not loving it.”
When all she got was a distracted “Yes,” Buffy let her annoyance bubble over. “Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line battling the undead.” The way his eyes were completely glazed over had her trying another tack. “Look, I broke a nail, okay?” Her voice sounded more anxious now than when talking about the vampires. “I'm wearing a press-on,” she said holding the damaged appendage up for inspection. “The least you could do is exhibit some casual interest. You could go, 'hmm',” she offered.
“Hmm?” Giles asked. This prompted a small eyeroll from his slayer. “Oh, sorry. Um, yes, I'm very glad that you're all right. Uh, I-I need to verify, um... I just can't really talk right now.”
Buffy blinked at the sheer incoherence that was her watcher that morning. “Fine. That's okay. I can't put it off any longer. I have to meet my terrible fate,” she sighed in pique.
Giles whipped around. “What?!”
“Biology,” she replied with a small pout. Then the bell rang and Buffy left, wondering what was wrong with Giles today, well aware he was watching her leave. Then came the class so boring that she was tempted hurl herself out the window of the room. Given her reflexes and other slayer stuff she probably would be fine too. It was a helpful daydream that also involved running away with Angel and living in the Bahamas for the rest of her life and skinny-dipping with her boyfriend at night. But class was still less interesting than watching paint dry.
“Wow. That was boring,” she commented to Willow and Xander when it was over.
Xander still seemed pretty out of it. “I don't feel that boring covers it.”
“No, boring falls short,” Buffy agreed. The three were descending the steps into the courtyard as they spoke and Buffy silently gloried in the sun and relative freedom of not being in class.
Willow also seemed to share the dazed quality of the other two musketeers. “Even I was bored,” she said. “And I'm a science nerd.”
Buffy instantly turned to the redhead, intent on bolstering her occasionally failing self-esteem. “Don't say that,” she began.
“I'm not ashamed.” Willow perked up immediately as she reassured Buffy. “It's the computer age. Nerds are in.” Then her confidence appeared to fail her. “They're still in, right?” Buffy smiled at her in encouragement.
“So!” Xander said. The girls turned to look at him, waiting for the rest of his thought to materialise. “I . . . uh . . . Buffy, are you goin’ to Spring Fling?”
Buffy’s mood immediately dimmed several watts. “I don’t know. I mean, I want Angel to go with me, but I don’t think he’d like it.” She shrugged and looked at her friends. “What about you guys?”
Willow and Xander exchanged looks and Willow finally said, “Well Xander and I-” She didn’t get a chance to finish as Xander eagerly cut in.
“We were wondering if you’d like to go with both of us. Y’know?” He said cheerily. “Sort of a Three Musketeers deal. It’ll be great!”
Buffy caught Willow’s look and gently shook her head. “Xander, I have a boyfriend and I really shouldn’t go to the dance with you guys. Three’s a crowd after all,” Buffy finished. Willow shot her a grateful look, but Xander was hurt.
“Guess a guy’s gotta be a vampire to make time with you nowadays,” he said bitterly.
Buffy frowned at him as Willow shrank into the background. “That was harsh Xander. He’s my boyfriend.”
He sighed and shook his head a little. “I know. I just . . .” He threw his hands up and turned away. “Nevermind,” he said over his shoulder and walked away.
“Xander . . .” He was already out of earshot. Buffy looked around for Willow and found her other friend had tactfully vanished. Her mood now completely ruined, Buffy wandered off for the rest of her school day.
*************
It was the end of a long day and after gym class Buffy was more than ready to head home. As she finished at her locker two girls walked by chatting, reminding her of the spat she’d had earlier in the day with her two friends. Willow had been distant all day and Xander had skipped school. She played with a stake as she headed to the washroom mirrors to freshen up before meeting Angel that afternoon. Buffy absentmindedly turned on the water and checked out her hair while she waited for the water to warm up. When she looked down at the sink, blood was pouring from the faucets.
Turning the faucets off, Buffy turned on her heel and strode to the library, muttering as she entered, “Giles, you are not gonna believe this.” She paused, looking around the apparently deserted library, then followed the sound of her watcher’s voice.
“It's clear. It's what's gonna happen,” he was saying as she moved closer, “It's happening now!” He was in his office speaking to someone, and as Buffy stood watching, that someone turned out to be Angel. She whispered her boyfriend’s name and started walking over to them a smile on her face.
Angel was quick to deny whatever Giles had just said. “It can't be. You've gotta be wrong.” He sounded a little desperate and Buffy wondered what was wrong.
“I've checked it against all my other volumes. It's very real.” Her watcher was holding firm about whatever the debate was about. Buffy mentally shook herself when she reached the door but continued to eavesdrop.
“Well, there's gotta be some way around it,” Angel insisted.
Giles shook his head. “Listen. Some prophecies are … are a bit dodgy. They're … they're mutable.” He was really on a roll with the stuttering Buffy thought wryly. “Buffy herself has … has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex,” Giles said definitely. “There is nothing in it that does not come to pass.” He looked at Angel grimly causing Buffy to wonder just what this Codex thingy said.
Angel persisted. “Then you're reading it wrong.” He looked on the verge of tears and Buffy was about to rush to him when Giles’ next words stopped her cold.
“I wish to God I were! But it's very plain! Tomorrow night Buffy will face the Master, and she will die.”
The words seemed to echo around the library. Buffy dimly heard Angel asking whether Giles had verified the text or something, but it seemed very far away compared to the dead certainty her watcher had shown moments before the she was going to be killed. The ridiculousness of her death being written about in one of Giles’ old musty tomes of demon lore struck her even as she went into shock. She was vaguely aware of the moment she began to laugh, certain they were playing a joke on her, equally certain they weren’t. Her boyfriend and her watcher looked at each other and hurried after her as she began to aimlessly move away from the office door. Angel followed, but Giles stood in the office doorway looking uncertain. “So that's it, huh?” she said as she stopped by the library table. “I remember the drill. One Slayer dies, next one's called!” Buffy felt the tears coming into her eyes and her throat closing. Ruthlessly she pushed it down. “Wonder who she is.” Buffy turned to Giles and felt a small surge of victory when he wouldn’t quite look her in the eye. “Will you train her? Or will they send someone else?”
Giles looked upset and Buffy dimly wondered if he had any idea at all what she was feeling. “Buffy, I...” he began.
“They say how he's gonna kill me?” she interrupted. Her world was falling apart as her thoughts about the fight with Xander taunted her. “Do you think it'll hurt?” She saw the two men flinch and through the panic and sadness she felt another surge of triumph that she was hurting them as much as they’d just hurt her. Even as she just wanted to know the answers. Angel reached for her and she pulled away. “Don't touch me!” she said to him. He flinched. The Slayer turned to her watcher. “Were you even gonna tell me?”
“I was hoping that I wouldn't have to,” he replied softly. He had yet to move from the doorway. “That there was... some way around it. I-”
Buffy cut in. “I've got a way around it. I quit!”
Angel stood to the side, struggling not to reach for her. “It's not that simple,” he said.
“I'm making it that simple!” Angel ached along with the heartache in his love’s voice. “I quit, I resign, I-I'm fired, you can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over.” She was so definite and Angel silently agreed with her.
Giles hesitantly tried to explain. “I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate-”
“The signs?” Her voice was full of righteous fury. Her hand on the tabletop closed around a four-hundred-year-old text then suddenly hurled it at the Englishman across from her. “READ ME THE SIGNS!” Angel stood to the side, indecisive as she threw another. “TELL ME MY FORTUNE! You’re so useful sitting here with all your books! You’re really a lotta help!” She was openly sobbing through her anger.
Giles’ voice sounded empty. “No, I don't suppose I am.” He wouldn’t meet her eyes at all.
“I know this is hard,” Angel began.
Buffy turned to him scornfully. “What do you know about this? You're never gonna die!”
Her words sparked terror inside him at the thought of her dying. Leaving him alone in his darkness. Angel stepped forward. “You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way-”
If looks could kill he’d be dust by now. “I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!”
Giles tried again and Angel suppressed the urge to throttle the man. “Buffy, if the Master rises-“
Buffy tore the cross from around her neck. The same one Angel had given her at their first meeting. The cross she’d worn every time she went patrolling. “I don't care!” she cried. The fight suddenly left her. “I don't care.” Her voice was almost petulant as she repeated herself. “Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't wanna die.”
Those softly spoken words cut to the heart of the matter and left the other two speechless. They stood, frozen in a tableau, for a moment. Then Buffy let the cross fall to the floor and strode out.
In her wake, Angel reached down and gently lifted the necklace off the floor. He examined the clasp, then exchanged the chain around his neck for hers, ignoring the burning pain of the cross, and left it on the table before heading home.
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Buffy sat in her room that evening. She’d turned down Angel’s offer to take her to the Bronze, Breaker’s Woods, the park, anywhere she wanted. He had pleaded with her not to shut him out, but Buffy just wanted some time alone and had told him that in no uncertain terms. Angel had responded just as definitely that, whenever she called him, he would come to help however he could.
She sat by herself and flipped through her photo album instead. She looked through the old pictures of her and her dad at the skating rink and newer ones of her, Xander and Willow. There were even a couple shots of her and Angel and Buffy lingered over them, her fingers tracing her boyfriend’s handsome face. A face that looked the same as it did two hundred years ago and would look the same two hundred years in the future. It was kind of comforting that he would always be there. Even if she wasn’t.
“Hi, honey,” her mother said poking her head into the room. “You alright?”
Buffy shrugged apathetically. “Sure.”
“Probably just full from that bite of dinner you nearly had,” Joyce said wryly. Her amusement evaporated as quickly as it had appeared and she asked, “Feel like telling me what's on your mind?”
She was startled when her daughter smiled widely and falsely and said, “Mom, let's go away!”
“What?” she asked. The desperation underlying Buffy’s odd request was obvious even if the reasons behind it weren’t.
“Anywhere, just for a while, all weekend!” She spoke eagerly and quickly, trying to outmanoeuvre any obstacles her mother threw in her path.
“Honey, I...”
Buffy continued determinedly. “No, it'll be great! You and me, a mother-daughter thing... We can talk about all the embarrassing things you love to bring up.” She looked hopefully at the elder woman, her anxiety all the more apparent with her unusual behaviour.
Joyce sympathetically shut down that avenue of escape. “You know the gallery's open on weekends.”
“Mom, please!” she cried.
Her mother frowned slightly. “Isn't the Prom tomorrow night? Or Spring Fling, whatever they're calling it?” a sudden hunch made her ask.
“I-I guess.” The Slayer had forgotten that fact with all the horror of her meeting with Giles and Angel.
Joyce caught the hesitancy and misinterpreted it. “Nobody asked you?”
“Oh, someone...” Buffy trailed off, recalling Xander’s unsubtle attempt to ask her out while using Willow as a shield against accusations of poaching another guy’s girlfriend. At the same time Angel hadn’t picked up on her hints and asked her out to the Spring Fling.
“But not the right someone.” Her mother had accurately read that expression. “See, sometimes I actually do know what you're thinking.” She walked over to Buffy’s closet and said, “Well, then, uh, this probably isn't the best time for this, but, uh...” She opened the closet to reveal a beautiful white sleeveless gown. Buffy’s eyes widened at the sight. “I saw you eyeing it at the store. I figured-”
The teenager stood and cut Joyce off, “Mom, we can't afford this.”
“The way you've been eating,” she replied with another wry grin, “We can afford it.”
“It's beautiful,” Buffy said as she looked over the dress. She had coveted it from the moment she laid eyes on it on a shopping trip with Willow. Images of her and Angel, Angel in a tux, her in the dress danced in her head.
Joyce’s grin turned into a happy smile at her daughter’s obvious pleasure in the dress. “I think you should wear it. To the dance.”
“No, I-I can't go to the dance.” For a moment Buffy had forgotten that she was supposed to die Saturday night and that she probably wouldn’t even get to go. She’d be busy getting her face bruised and her nails broken battling the undead.
“Says who? Is it written somewhere?” Sheer force of will kept Buffy from breaking down at the questions. Her mother’s enthusiastic words hurt more than any vampire-administered beating. “You should do what you want. Homecoming, my freshman year of college I didn't have a date, so I got dressed up and I went anyway.” Joyce firmly said.
Buffy saw right through that cheer. “Was it awful?”
“It was awful,” her mother agreed. “For about an hour.”
“Then what happened?” Buffy asked, now curious about the story.
Joyce smiled in reminiscence. “I met your father.”
“He didn't have a date either?”
Her mother chuckled a little. “He did. And that's a much funnier story that you will *not* get to hear,” she admonished Buffy. “Oh, but it was a beautiful night!” Joyce sighed at the memory.
Buffy glanced away from her mother as the pain crept back into her mind. “And you had your whole life ahead of you.”
“Yeah.”
She hardly recognised the empty-eyed girl she saw reflected in the mirror, her voice hollow. “Must be nice.”
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Buffy had been looking at her new dress when her mother called her with the news. She hurried to Willow’s, too concerned for her friend to worry about a change of clothes. She listened through the first hitching sobs and held her through the weeping when she finally broke down. By the time Willow was fully able to tell her friend what she’d seen Buffy had made a decision. The innocent light in Willow’s eyes had dimmed to a flicker and the Slayer knew that to prevent that from happening to anyone else, to prevent a scene like the AV room that morning, she would face the Master.
“What are we going to do Buffy?” Willow asked as the blonde stood to leave.
Buffy’s reply was her promise. “What we have to.”
Smiling through the tears still streaming down her cheeks, Willow clung to that final bit of normalcy. “I like your dress.”
Buffy paused and smiled before heading out to the other thing she had to do before she started working that evening. She had to see Angel.
*************
Angel was sleeping and dreaming of Buffy. They were kissing in the graveyard and he could smell her skin, the sweat beginning to appear on her skin, the light scent of the perfume she always wore floated in the air, and the beginnings of her arousal tickled at his nose. He groaned softly and tightened his arms around her as his tongue slipped into her mouth to tease and stroke. Between kisses she moaned his name and Angel found himself becoming hard in response to her breathy sighs.
Buffy’s hands slid under the hem of his t-shirt, her heated touch making its way up to his nipples to gently tease, and Angel discovered that somehow he’d lost his shirt. He responded by unzipping the tiny black dress she wore and leaning down to suckle her breasts. She gasped and slid her fingers into his hair, the scent of her arousal thickening the air around them. Angel was pleased to note that her dress had vanished, leaving her completely naked. She knelt at his feet and suddenly the scene shifted to his bedroom.
She leaned forward and took the zipper in her teeth, pulling it down and easing the pressure on his now throbbing erection. Angel whimpered as her small hands reached up to his pants and tugged them down his legs. They vanished like the rest of their clothing. She gently began to stroke him, with just the perfect amount of pressure, her thumb teasing across the head of his cock on every down stroke.
The room twisted around him again and he was lying in bed with Buffy beside him. He looked up and saw sadness in her eyes. It hadn’t been there before and Angel set himself to making her forget whatever was making her so sorrowful. The sensations of his dream had become sharper somehow, and Angel revelled in the feeling of Buffy’s small, lithe figure pressed so tightly to his own. He kissed her and felt her response, sweet and innocent as always, and then slid a hand off her back and down to the wetness he could feel on his leg where she had begun to gently rock against him.
His fingers slid easily around her slippery pussy and Angel could her himself purr as she whimpered and nibbled down his neck in response. He circled her clit once with his index finger and felt a sudden burst of pain zing to his cock and back up again as Buffy reflexively closed her teeth on his neck. It also effectively told him that he was no longer dreaming.
Angel pulled away sharply to stare at his slayer. “Buffy? What are you doing?” he demanded.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked him. She pulled him down into another kiss and reached between them for his erection. Angel caught her wrist before she distracted him.
“It looks like you’re trying to seduce me,” he replied.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him and pointedly looked down. “I think it seems to be working.”
His eyes narrowed as he took in her expression. She hadn’t been ready for this just days before and Angel had readily accepted that fact. He loved her too much to force her into anything she didn’t want or wasn’t ready for, no matter how many cold showers he was suffering through. Something had changed her mind and he was fairly certain he knew what. “You’re not going to die Buffy,” he growled at her. “I won’t let it happen. Even if I have to take you away from here I will not let you die.”
Her false bravado melted away and Buffy sat up. He followed, and she turned to him and cupped his face in her hands as she spoke. “Angel, I can’t leave. I’m the Slayer and I have to stay. Besides, Giles is like, never wrong about this stuff.” She let out a sad laugh.
Angel grabbed her hands and held them tightly as though he expected her to vanish. “Well he’s wrong this time and,” his voice cracked with the emotions he held in check. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Angel, it’s not just the fact that I’m . . .” she paused as he growled. “Someone’s predicting my death,” she continued. “I love you and I want to show you.” Buffy pulled him into another kiss. “I want you to feel how much I love you.” Another kiss and she felt his resolve weaken. “I want you to touch me. I never feel safer than when I’m with you and I can’t wait to find out what it feels like to have you inside of me.”
In the course of her little speech Buffy had forgotten the reason she had been inspired to do this. Angel killed the mood by asking, “So this really has nothing to do with Giles’ damned prophecy?”
“Of course it has to do with it,” Buffy grumped irritably at the vampire that was completely screwing up the moment. “Angel, I could die at any time. I love you. I trust you. I have no reason to be nervous about having sex with you and when I thought about it I realised it was stupid to be scared of making love to the man I love.”
Angel blinked. “Buffy this is a big step-“
“It is. But I’m not afraid anymore Angel.” This time, when she kissed him, he didn’t resist.
Buffy felt his tongue gently press against her lips, asking permission to enter. She granted it as she parted her lips and sighed into his mouth as he reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. He massaged the peaks causing her to first giggle then gasp as his, so very skilled, hands began to elicit feelings she hadn’t known existed. Buffy retaliated by running her hands over the muscled surface of his chest and catching his nipples with her fingertips and pinching them. She was rewarded with a whimper and a twitching shift of his hips beneath her.
Angel pulled himself away from the warmth of Buffy’s mouth and began to kiss his way down the side of her neck, feeling a thrill when she moaned his name and let her head fall to the side. The sight alone of the pulsing vein bared for him sent an illicit shiver of arousal through him. Still, he didn’t linger and continued until he reached her breasts. Buffy was not necessarily as well endowed in that area as some women, but they fit her small frame perfectly. Dewed as they were with her sweat, they were one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen and Angel began to nibble the sensitive flesh there eagerly, urged on by her whimpers and sighs. Her hands found his hair and she threaded her fingers through it while her hips began to rock against his in a delicious movement.
Angel’s mouth closed over one of Buffy’s nipples and she started to moan in earnest. His talented teeth, tongue and lips were causing sensation to flow through her in waves that went from her breasts to her toes and then centred on her throbbing pussy. Buffy could feel how wet she was and ground against Angel for some relief. Then she had a wicked idea to make him feel the way she was. Her hands left his hair and began to travel down his smoothly muscled and marble hard torso. Angel protested the way the movement dislodged his mouth, then let out an inarticulate cry as her hands closed over his aching erection.
He looked up to see a grin on Buffy’s face as he bucked up towards the small, hot hands that were caressing him. Her right hand slid up and down his length, her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, while the other hand reached down to cup and squeeze his balls. “Oh God,” he groaned.
Buffy had shifted backward to see what she was doing better and had almost managed to forget the ache between her thighs when Angel grabbed her wrists saying, “Buffy, stop.”
“What? Why-“ she began to ask, but he cut her off by kissing her and sliding his fingers along the wet flesh of her vagina. She whined into his mouth as it brought her attention back down.
He smiled as she began to writhe against his hand and introduced a finger into her sheathe. It was tight, wet and hot and Angel closed his eyes as he imagined what it was going to feel like wrapped around his manhood. Then he took a deep breath to control himself and put the image out of his head so he could concentrate on Buffy. She was whining and rocking against his hand. Angel added a second finger and was rewarded by the feeling of Buffy’s nails digging convulsively into his back as the rocking motion of her hips increased in tempo. He shifted the heel of his hand to press against her clit and watched as Buffy first tensed, then shrieked as she came. Angel’s fingers were subjected to the ripples of Buffy’s powerful internal muscles and his mind flew back to wondering how it would feel when she came with him inside her.
Buffy slowly came down from the high of her second orgasm that afternoon and realised that this was all very nice, but she wanted Angel to get on with the main attraction. To this end she tackled him to the bed and began aggressively kissing him. All the while she eagerly shifted her hips around, trying to slide his erection inside her. He responded to her aggression by rolling them over and pinning her to the mattress. Buffy felt his cock slide through her wetness and bucked eagerly upward. Angel stopped, hovering over her and asked, “Buffy, are you sure?”
She simply replied, “Yes Angel. Make love to me.”
Angel groaned as he slowly sheathed himself inside her. She was tighter than he’d thought she’d be and Buffy had worked her hands free and was caressing his chest and back with them. He reached for control and began short thrusts in and out, taking care not to breach her. Soon Buffy was undulating beneath him and Angel could feel how close she was to the edge. He slipped a hand down and pinched her clit sending her into an orgasm and simultaneously thrust himself past her hymen.
Buffy let out a cry that was equal parts pain and pleasure as she came. Finally the last spasms subsided along with the pain and she looked up to see Angel, his eyes clenched shut, grinding his teeth as though in pain, hovering over her. At first, Buffy passively waited for him to pull out of her. Then she noticed he was still hard and waited for him to do something. He simply continued to lie there until Buffy, the feeling of Angel inside her teasing her more than she thought possible started to wriggle. “Angel.” His eyes shot open and Buffy giggled at the look on his face when she clenched the muscles surrounding him.
He didn’t last long after that. So many years of near-celibacy combined with foreplay had Angel nearly out of his mind. He tried to control his thrusts and failed miserably. Soon he was slamming into Buffy, encouraged by the moans, groans and shrieks issuing from her throat. He came again, triggering a final climax in his young lover, whose rippling musculature wrenched a groan from him as she milked the last of his seed from him.
Angel collapsed to the side and pulled her against his chest. “I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled back at him. “I love you.”
He sank into sleep, holding and held by the small blonde slayer that owned him, body, heart and soul. He woke two hours later, chained to the bed with a note propped on his bedside table reading:
Angel,
I love you more than anything, but I have to do this. I have to face the Master. Thank you for saving me, protecting me, for being my friend, my boyfriend, my sparring partner and my patrolling partner. But most of all, thanks for loving me. I guess I should say something about meeting again but I can’t really think of anything. So just thank you.
I love you,
Buffy
“Buffy!”
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Part 2
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