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Please, not now…
Buffy leaned against a nearby gravestone, stake still clutched in her hand. She was bent at the waist, desperately praying for the pain to pass. The last thing she needed was for some lowlife fledgling to see the Slayer with her head between her knees. The combination of a heating pad, Midol, and a nice soft bed was looking more tempting by the minute.
Unfortunately, being the Chosen One didn't excuse her from the inconveniences of a mortal life. She could stop an apocalypse and kill demons, but was incapacitated by period cramps? Definitely the kind of fair that wasn't!
She started to head back home, whirling around when she heard the telltale sound of something going bump in the night. She didn't even need to hone her senses to spot the baby vampire trying to dig his way out of his grave. He looked to be having a little bit of trouble, muttering angrily as he tried not to make a fool out of himself. He cursed as he caught sight of the date on his tombstone, immediately directing his anger at the only other occupant in the cemetery.
Buffy twirled her stake patiently, watching as Fangy McGee finally managed to haul himself out of the earth, brushing bits of debris off his clothes. However, she just barely managed not to laugh at the sorry excuse of a snarl he emitted upon seeing her. Points for effort, but definitely a swing and a miss. Not to mention his bumpies were MIA.
She rolled her eyes and circled her face, starting to lose patience in her agitated state. "I'm no expert, but I think you forgot something," she quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Mr. Fledge instantly turned off the angry eyebrows and felt his forehead. He gasped and experimentally scrunched his face a couple times. It took a few more tries before he figured out the trigger to shifting his features. He was clearly proud of himself, smiling at her with his fangs on full display.
In a true show of sportsmanship, Buffy gave him a few encouraging claps. "Very scary. If I had one, you'd get a gold star."
They exchanged a mutual look of understanding before the fight began.
"Slayer!"
Predictably, he tried to use his speed and weight against her and immediately lunged at her with both hands out. Buffy anticipated the move and stepped aside, watching with amusement as he tripped over his own feet. He snarled and tried again and connected briefly, before she turned his momentum against him and flipped him over her shoulder.
"Do you all get the same manual when you wake up? Come up with a new greeting already," she retorted, ducking a vicious blow. She twisted and brought her elbow up, meeting his face when he tried to get the advantage from behind. "Nope," she chastised, whipping back around to grab him by the throat.
He surprised her by bringing his knee up and catching her in the abdomen. In her current state, it hurt more than it normally would and she doubled over. The fledge then used his weight to knock her to the ground, causing her to drop her stake. He tried to grab her arm and twist it behind her, but she used the leverage to lift herself up and headbutt him. Luckily, he was too dazed to see her swipe her weapon and pop back up onto her feet.
Buffy aimed a hard kick to his chest, making him stumble backwards. He advanced faster than anticipated, trying to knock the stake from her hand again. When her next attack failed to land, he aimed another kick at her midsection, remembering her previous reaction. His boot connected hard with her pelvis and set off a wave of excruciating pain. She grit her teeth, but stayed on her feet, aiming a dangerous glare in his direction.
The fledge realized his mistake as she propelled herself forward and gripped him by the throat so hard her nails drew blood. She backed him up against the nearest tree, emitting an angry grunt as she plunged the stake as deep as it would go. Just before he disappeared, the fledge landed one final blow to her abdomen in retaliation.
As he dusted, Buffy clutched her stomach and fell to her knees. "Jerk," she groaned, resisting the urge to heave.
She gave herself a few minutes before pulling herself back to a standing position. She headed back towards the entrance to the cemetery, muttering to herself about stupid vampires who couldn't even vamp. It wasn't until she reached the gate that a familiar tingle caught her attention.
"Angel, I know you're there."
Sure enough, the face of her favorite vampire came into view beneath the street light. "Buffy," he greeted, in lieu of a proper hello . He gave her a small smile, walking closer to the graveyard's entrance.
"You know, stalking is illegal in most states. Pretty sure California's one of them."
Angel emitted a soft chuckle, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "What can I say? I'm good at it," he replied, grinning when she rolled her eyes. "Looks like I missed the fun," he added, gesturing to the smattering of dust behind her.
Buffy smirked. "Glad you enjoyed the show. Seriously, what are you doing here?" Her voice took on a worried tone, unsure if his visit meant the world was ending… again.
"What? I'm not allowed to visit?" Angel joked, giving her a little smile. When a knowing look crossed her features, he shrugged. "Okay… I heard about the big showdown in Cleveland. I wanted to see if you were alright."
"And there it is," she sighed, leaning against a nearby wall. "It wasn't that big. Very overrated on the apocalypse scale." She smiled when she saw relief wash over his face. "Dawn's visiting one of her friends, so I decided to tag along. Ohio's cold," she added, shuddering a little. "How long have you been in town?"
"Long enough." He shook his head in disappointment. "I almost felt sorry for him," he admitted, biting back a smile.
"Definitely needed a course on vamping out. Good with his legs though," she agreed, wincing.
Angel's amusement turned to concern, moving closer to her. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Cheap shot," she muttered, rubbing her abdomen. "I'll be black and blue for a week…"
"You heal fast. I wouldn't worry about it," he assured her, pulling her into his arms.
Before he could stop himself, he was tipping her face up to meet his. He caressed the bottom of her chin softly and leaned in to kiss her. As hard as it was to do, Buffy turned away. In her hormonal state, this was more than a world of bad. This was a universal, Big Bang Theory of badness.
"Angel… we can't. You know we can't…" she whispered, her voice strangled with desperation.
"I missed you," Angel murmured, nuzzling her neck.
Nothing had changed and they both knew the consequences of close proximity. Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurred to Buffy why he was being so amorous. However, Angel never had any trouble controlling himself before and this wasn't the first time she'd been on her cycle around him. Against her better judgment, she found herself leaning into his touch - mistake number one, check.
"I missed you too, but-"
Ignoring her feeble protests, Angel was already moving the collar of her jacket aside. He began dropping soft, cool kisses against her neck and pulled her closer. Buffy whimpered, reaching up to grip his hair and press him against her skin. She tugged on his dark locks to snap him out of it, needing him to be their voice of reason right now. This only caused him to groan, gripping her tighter and doubling his efforts.
Not exactly the response she'd been hoping for.
When he started moving down to her collarbone, Buffy's synapses started firing again. This was the exact opposite of what they should be doing. She could feel her resolve crumbling, meeting his lips in a fevered, passionate kiss. The fact they were technically in public also appeared to be a non-issue, which definitely wasn't like him. Then again, neither was the way Angel was pressing the evidence of his arousal against her.
I've got a lovely bunch of co-co-nuts, fiddle d-… mm… not working…
Though she tried to fight it, Buffy felt the moment her body surrendered to him. Years of pent-up desire came rushing to the surface and all she wanted was to have him inside her again, consequences be damned. When their kiss was forced to break, Angel used the pad of his thumb to trail across Buffy's lower lip. She whimpered softly, forcing herself to try to think beyond the feelings of lust clouding her judgment.
With everything in her being, she reached up and wrapped her hand around his. "Not that I'm not enjoying this…" she started, the unspoken but we have to stop hanging in the air.
"What if we didn't?" he asked, slipping his fingers between hers.
She raised a brow in confusion. "You were there last time, right?"
"If we didn't have to," he clarified, using his other hand to run his knuckles down her cheek.
"Angel…"
"Do you trust me?"
"Always." No sooner did they resume their make out session, Buffy groaned. "We have another problem," she informed him, a hint of pink tinging her cheeks. "Look, I know you know and that's probably why you're all… with the hands and the kissing, which is… really great, actually." She noted his self-satisfied smirk. "But it's kind of… not an ideal time."
"Really not an issue," Angel said, smirking at her expression.
"Mm, using my own words against me. Funny," she replied dryly. "It's just a little embarrassing, knowing you can… smell me," she admitted quietly.
"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about, Buffy," Angel assured her, tucking some hair behind her ear. He left out the part where she didn't have to be actively bleeding for him to pick up on it. "Probably shouldn't be out here though," he added, dipping down to kiss the side of her neck.
Buffy sighed contentedly, tilting her head back. "Okay, fine. You win! Evil vampire guy…"
She couldn't focus long enough to pun, moaning as he located his mark. Angel chuckled against her skin and slid his fingers through her hair. He growled possessively, pulling her closer as he suckled the rough shape of his fangs. Buffy bit her lip to keep from crying out, her cramps making themselves known at the same time that he was biting her with his human teeth.
When she groaned in pain instead of pleasure, Angel moved a hand to her lower back. He applied just enough pressure to lessen the ache, rubbing soothing circles into the muscles. He pressed a little harder than he would have if she hadn’t been the Slayer, letting her fall gently forward against his chest.
"Oh, God. Yes. Angel, how are you doing that?" She moaned appreciatively, relaxing as the worst of the pain subsided. "Keep doing that and we won't have to worry about sex," she joked… mostly.
Angel laughed softly into her hair, focusing more on her comfort than anything else. "Ancient Chinese healing secret." When Buffy looked up at him with a confused expression, he smiled sheepishly. "Acupressure."
"Ah. Very wise, Grasshopper," she quipped, laughing into the fabric of his shirt in embarrassment.
One of the best parts of their relationship was their ability to go from lovers, to friends, to enemies, and everything in between, then back again. It was never awkward and they could always pick up where they left off.
"Better?" Angel searched her face for a reaction.
"Much," Buffy said, pulling him in for another kiss.
She rewarded him for his efforts by paying attention to his neck, knowing how sensitive it was. Angel growled as she ignored every Slayer instinct, biting and sucking where his pulse point would be. He instinctively ground his hips against her, allowing her to slide her hand in the space between their bodies and palm him through his pants.
Is that leather …?
Buffy resisted the urge to pop the snaps and take him in hand, settling for stroking him over the material. He groaned her name into her shoulder, heightening the ferocity of their make out session. She sped up her momentum, wanting him to lose control for once.
"Ah, Buffy," Angel grunted softly, pressing himself against her palm. Before the feeling got too intense, he grabbed her wrist firmly, halting her movements. "I can't- I need you to stop," he panted against her ear, huffing an embarrassed laugh.
"Sorry," Buffy mumbled. "I think we've tempted fate enough for the night anyway," she said, trying to hide her look of disappointment. "And if something were to happen… Angel, I can't go through that again," she admitted, forcing herself to look into his eyes.
Neither said a word because they both knew they should leave. Turn around, walk away, and pretend this night never happened. Realistically, nothing could happen.
Nothing should happen.
They knew better than to let it go that far.
Buffy felt the door slam shut as she was pushed up against it, groaning against Angel's lips. Without an ounce of hesitation, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She immediately felt the bulge she'd been toying with earlier that night, desperately straining against the confines of his pants. When Angel gave her a minute to breathe and turned his attention to her neck, her Slayer senses fired off again.
In a brief moment of clarity, it occurred to her that she had no idea where they were. At first glance, the room held the basic amenities of any standard hotel room, including a painfully bland color scheme. The bed was the only part that stood out, the crimson-colored sheets contrasting with the natural wood and beige motif. She didn't get much time to see beyond the obvious before Angel emitted a low growl that brought her back to the present.
Angel's fingers had a death grip on her hair, using his free hand to remove her bra and flinging it off to god knew where. He could hear her heart racing, speeding up impossibly fast when he bent to take one of her nipples between his lips. She cried out in pleasure, chest heaving as she felt him swirl his tongue around the sensitive bud. He felt it pebble and gripped it between his teeth, tugging gently. When Buffy needed to breathe, he nipped and licked a frenzied path up her neck.
Buffy hurriedly pushed the remains of his shirt off his shoulders, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck as they shared another brutal kiss. She had always been responsive to Angel's attentions, but this was next level. It was getting hard to concentrate, her knees threatening to buckle when he did that swirly thing with his tongue on her other nipple. She panted out his name, roughly yanking him away from her chest. She immediately met his mouth in a punishing kiss, the sound of his growl going straight to her clit.
Angel backed them up against the bed and reached down to unbutton her jeans. He tugged the zipper as far as it would go, sliding his hand into the newly loosened denim. He teased over her center, grinning at her whine of disappointment when he slid his hand around to cup one of her ass cheeks instead.
She squeaked his name in surprise when he pulled her towards him, never having seen him this forceful before. Buffy reached up and ripped the cross necklace off her neck, not bothering with the clasp in her hurry to pull him back down on top of her. The more he growled or nipped at her, the more her Slayer senses went into hyperdrive. They were screaming at her to run, that she was in danger, and he couldn't be trusted. She had a lot of practice ignoring them - and even if she hadn't, he was doing a good job at making her disregard them now!
He smiled down at her, running a hand through her hair. He bent just enough to bite her neck with his blunt teeth as he lowered her to the bed. Angel swirled his finger around one of her nipples in a lazy circle, gliding down her body to ghost over the crotch of her jeans. Buffy's soft gasp and wiggle of her hips delighted him, another laugh rumbling his chest.
She whimpered as he slowly ran his hand down the side of her body, ignoring the area between her legs. He removed her pants, leaving her in just her panties. By the time he'd foreplayed her into insanity, she was ready to explode.
"Angel, stop teasing!"
Her demand came out as more of a whine, causing him to do little more than chuckle at her predicament. "Impatient, Buff?"
Buffy immediately felt her blood run cold.
No…
When she scrambled to get up, his hands locked around her wrists and kept them pinned to the bed. He squeezed hard enough to bruise, his actions contradicting his words. "Kinda giving a guy mixed signals here," Angelus quipped, indicating their state of undress.
"Let me clear it up for you," she spat, bringing her knee up to make her point.
He was one step ahead, quickly shifting his weight so his leg was between hers. He ground his knee against her and growled. "Ah, ah. That little stunt hurt my feelings, lover." He growled and applied more pressure to her wrists.
She grit her teeth against the pain. " Just your feelings?" Buffy asked, giving him a cheeky grin.
"I'm not here to fight," he said, attempting to curb his temper.
"Why do I really not believe that?" She snapped, eyeing him warily.
"What? Not happy to see me?"
"Am I ever?"
"Seemed pretty enthusiastic a minute ago," Angelus countered, grinning when she blushed and turned away.
When she refused to look at him, he became impatient and decided to take matters into his own hands. In an uncharacteristic show of tenderness, he leaned down to kiss her.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Buffy cried, jerking away from him.
"Calling a truce." When her eyes widened in disbelief, he smirked. "Don't look so surprised, Buff. I know a good deal when I see it," he said, letting his eyes roam her half-naked body.
"Angel would never agree to that," she retorted with more confidence than she felt.
Angelus chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, baby. You have no idea how wrong you are ," he whispered in a dark timbre, letting his tongue graze the swell of one of her breasts.
He mirrored 'Angel's' earlier actions, roughly tugging each of her nipples to points with his teeth. Her sharp intake of breath made him wonder how long it had been since her last fuck. Not that it mattered; the thought of someone else with his girl made him growl and tighten his hold. Whether she accepted it or not, she was his. Not even the Soul could deny the claim on her; it was etched on her person for life.
Past experiences with Angelus had taught Buffy to always be on her toes. She flexed her fingers in his grip, trying to figure out whether she could break free… or if she even wanted to. She blinked back tears of frustration and hurt, struggling to move her arms. She refused to tell him he was hurting her, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.
"Trying to run already? We haven't even gotten to the good part," Angelus said, switching her wrists to one hand and cupping her cotton-clad cunt with the other. He stroked her clit, watching the way it made her twitch and squirm. The material was more slippery and darker than it should have been, making him quirk his lips in amusement. "Then again-"
"Just let my arms go," she pleaded, pushing herself against his fingers. She could feel wetness starting to seep through her panties, pushing back against him with a soft grunt. "I… I won't run. Please," she begged, feeling his lips on her neck again. She bucked her hips against his weight, desperately seeking more friction.
Angelus grunted, grinding down against her as he sought her eyes for any hints of betrayal. When he found none, he squeezed once in warning before releasing her. An unspoken ' behave' hung thick in the air, giving her a small moment of reprieve to rub the blood flow back into her limbs. He watched as Buffy slowly sat up against the headboard, eyeing him warily.
They stared each other down, silently daring the other to take advantage of the situation.
Before she could think about it, Buffy grabbed him and pulled him towards her, crushing her lips to his. While his mouth was preoccupied, she slipped her hand between them and stroked him over his pants. He groaned, giving her a sense of satisfaction as she teased him the way he had done to her, alternating between squeezing and stroking him. Tired of waiting, she showed him mercy and unzipped his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his aching cock.
Acting on pure want, she shifted her position to her knees and took him into her mouth. Salty precome hit her tastebuds as she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. She delighted in the way Angelus groaned and gripped her hair, tugging enough to sting. She sank her mouth down on him about halfway, using her hand to cover the rest. She squeezed him hard, knowing he could take it. She stroked him in time with her head bobs, hollowing her cheeks until she was sucking him off with enough pressure to drive him crazy.
"Jesus Christ- fuck, Buffy… " He grunted, watching the way she fought to swallow him down. Not exactly going to plan, but there was always margin for error. He closed his eyes as her little hand fondled his balls, taking him deeper than he would have thought possible.
Sometime during her improvised foreplay, Buffy's brain started to kick in. If she could keep him distracted just long enough, she could get to the door, and be done with this psycho once and for all. As much as she wanted to fool herself into thinking it, he wasn't Him and this was a very, very bad idea.
As she pulled out every trick in the BJ Handbook, she relaxed her muscles and took him deep down into the back of her throat. Using his surprise to her advantage and timing her movements just right, his hand left her hair and allowed her to slide off him at top speed and sprint towards the door.
The kind that had a code and key card lock.
Shit.
Buffy didn't even get to turn around before he had her up against the door.
With anger blazing in his eyes, Angelus grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head to the side, exposing his mark. "That wasn't very nice, sweetheart ," he hissed. With vampiric speed and precision, he tore her panties off and yanked out her tampon without care. When she whimpered, he shoved two fingers into her from behind. She squeaked as he pulled her towards him by those same fingers. "You know, I've been pretty patient with you, Buff."
"Ang-"
"I think you're done talking for now," he snarled, quelling the urge to snap her neck. He ripped his fingers from her cunt and shoved them into her mouth, meeting her eyes with a menacing glare. "Bite me and you'll need dentures," he growled. When she nodded, he whipped her around to face him, and bit down hard on his claim.
Her scream was muffled and she gagged on the taste of her own blood, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. He fed on her discomfort, but couldn't help being impressed by her resilience. Considering he hadn't used his fangs, he was surprised she had remained conscious at all.
As sweet Slayer blood trickled down the side of her neck to her breasts, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and slid them down until they wrapped around her neck. He squeezed just the smallest bit to keep her up against the door, bending to lick up the ambrosia coating one of her nipples. The taste went straight to his dick and he pressed against her heat, briefly considering fucking her ass without lube as punishment.
"You caught me in a good mood, lover," Angelus said, deceptively calm as he ran his tongue over the blood trail. "So…" Lick. Bite. Tug. "I'll give you one more chance to make it up to me." He kissed the tear tracks on her cheeks. "Are you ready to behave?" He asked, tucking her hair behind her ear in a mirror of one of Angel's mannerisms. When she hesitated, he kissed her neck. "Don't deny yourself, Buffy. Deep down, you know we're the same," he whispered against her ear, sucking the lobe between his lips. "You get just as wet for me as you do for him…" He purred against her neck, sliding his hand from her neck down the apex of her thighs, slowly sliding his finger through her arousal.
"No…" She barely recognized her own voice, soft and high-pitched as it was. Buffy bit back a moan as he circled her clit in just the right way.
"I know what he knows," he assured her, giving her the perfect amount of pressure off to the side of the little bundle of nerves. "How else would I know what gets you off?" He asked rhetorically, chuckling when she gripped his bicep.
"P… Practice…" She tried to quip, starting to pant as she felt her orgasm building.
Angelus hummed his acknowledgement in mock consideration, taking his hand away just as he saw the telltale signs of her coming. The crestfallen look she gave him was priceless, especially since she tried to hide it behind a mask of annoyance a moment later. "Ah ah, not yet, Miss Summers," he scolded, comically waving his finger at her as if she were a misbehaving child. He brought her back over to the bed, pushing her down on it. "Seeing as my release was so rudely interrupted -" He flipped her over onto her back and settled himself between her thighs. "I believe you deserve a taste of your own medicine."
Before she could react, Buffy felt three of his fingers inside her, stretching her to her limit. Inner muscles only a Slayer could possess clenched down hard on the intruding digits, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Her body was humming with sexual energy and a semi-naked Angelus finger-fucking her wasn't helping; she needed to come so badly she felt it in her bones. She was putting so much concentration in trying to come before he could stop her, the sound of his voice startled her.
"Come on, Buff. I know you can do better than that." Angelus punctuated his statement with a hard thrust of his hand, causing her to moan when he pressed down on her clit with his thumb at the same time. "That's my girl," he praised, working her at a steady pace.
She groaned when he curled his fingers inside her, brushing that sweet spot inside. Buffy dug her nails into the comforter below, just on the edge of sanity when he came to an abrupt stop and moved away from her. She made a face when he licked his fingers, watching as he removed his leather pants with a sigh of relief. He made his way back to the bed, laying down on his stomach between her legs.
He made a V with his fingers to spread her open, sliding his tongue over her slit. When she moaned above him and tried lifting her hips, he pushed them back down to the bed. A low growl rumbled in his chest when she tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping harder when he hit a sensitive spot.
Angelus took his time, lightly flicking his tongue against her clit until she quivered. Working her up since the cemetery had worked to his advantage; she was so responsive and vocal, it was easy to tell when she was getting close. Not to mention he hadn't been lying before about knowing her body just as well as the Soul… if not better because the Demon didn't hesitate to be rough with her.
Once again, Buffy was losing her mind as he brought her to heights she thought only existed in erotica. No matter how much she pleaded there was nothing she could do to persuade him; he got her to the edge, but refused to let her come. Part of her was really regretting her earlier transgression, knowing how patient he could be when he set his mind to something. He had her in a constant state of almost-release and even her Slayer stamina was starting to reach the end of its limits.
She didn't even think that was possible until now.
"Angelus… please. I can't… I need-"
"You can," Angelus said, more as a demand than encouragement. He would never admit it, but he was torturing himself as much as her.
He brought her so close to the next one she actually felt her muscles contract. But it wasn't enough. Her hair was damp with sweat, her chest and neck glistening. He switched from tongue to fingers again, making her arch her hips involuntarily. Instead of thrusting, he kept them in and applied an insistent pressure, just behind her clit. He increased his speed and kept the pressure on, making a gentle come hither motion.
It felt beyond amazing, but Buffy started to feel a weird sensation she couldn't really describe. The only thing she could liken it to was mortifying. The feeling kept increasing causing her to squirm a little, until she couldn't take it anymore.
"S-seriously, y-... you really need to stop," she stammered in a panicked tone, trying to get away from him. "I need-"
To her horror, he merely hummed in acknowledgement and increased his efforts. Tears were starting to blur her vision, both from being exhausted and being ignored. She was about to humiliate herself in front of her worst enemies and there was nothing she could do about it. The sensations rocking her body were becoming unbearable, part of her wanting to just let go and quit fighting it. It was becoming impossible to stay still and her legs started to shake with the effort.
Her discomfort and lack of understanding made Angelus grin; apparently, this is one thing she still hadn't done. He considered prolonging her punishment, but his own self-control was starting to wane. In a rare moment of compassion, he thrust his fingers just right against her G-spot and ran his thumb over her clit with the same rhythm.
Just when Buffy thought she couldn't take anymore, the most intense orgasm of her life took over her body. As she arched up off the bed, she cried out Angelus' name in a high-pitched keen. Her hands flew up to grip the headboard behind her so hard it splintered. She couldn't make sense of what was happening, only that she felt herself gushing… something.
She rode the waves of climax multiple times, completely helpless to the urges her body had been denied several times over. It went on for several minutes before she was left with only aftershocks and a small twinge here or there. When it was over she blinked a few times to clear her vision, releasing her hold on the unfortunate headboard.
Angelus eagerly lapped up the Slayer blood and come cocktail, keeping her going until she physically pushed him away. He gave her clit one last hard suck, before resuming his kneeling position.
"What… the hell… did you just…?" She twitched as a few more aftershocks made her clit flutter of its own accord. "I thought-" She purposely cut herself off, not wanting to finish her sentence.
"Oh, I know what you thought." He chuckled at her look of confusion, the glazed-over look in her eyes still remaining. "Not that I'm opposed to that…"
"What? Oh. Ew, no! And can you even-? You know what, nevermind." She attempted to lift herself up, trying to ignore the damp fabric underneath her.
"You should feel honored, Buff. Not all women can do that," he stated, pulling her off the bed and shoving her against the door. When she gave him a confused look, he shrugged."Seeing as you wet my bed," he clarified, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
"Whose fault was that?" She shot back with a glare.
Having waited long enough, Angelus let his length drag over her overly-sensitive clit in retaliation and immediately sank into her. The sound of her high-pitched gasp makes him jump inside her and groan. He gripped her by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a rough kiss, careful not to knock teeth and fangs together in his desperation for her. He knew she could taste herself by the way she tried to pull away, but he forced her to stay put. As he started to move, experienced Slayer muscles clenched around him in reflex, making him growl and thrust hard enough to lift her onto her tiptoes.
Buffy's moans were muffled by their mouths, angling her hips just slightly to take him deeper. When he hit that magical spot inside with something other than his fingers, she dug her nails into his shoulder, just to the side of his tattoo. Those same nails scraped down the middle of his back as he moved in a way that stroked her both her most sensitive spots each time he rammed into her.
Every hard buck of his hips or dirty endearment grunted was a reminder that he wasn't Angel. His alter ego - who had somehow side-stepped the why of how he was out in the first place - was fucking her… and she was loving it. In fact, her traitorous body continually sought the delicious pleasure-pain he was giving her, feeding on the primal snarls and growls emitted from driving him closer to the edge.
If sleeping with Angelus was the closest she could come to being with Angel…
Buffy knew her next move was risky and ill-advised, but she couldn't stop herself. Every Slayer instinct was screaming at her as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her hips against him. She craned her neck best as she could, exposing the area where her claim sat. Being so close to climax again, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth down to her neck without a second thought.
Angelus immediately vamped and bit down, groaning as he drank her down slowly. He felt her inner walls clench and flutter around him, crying out his true name as she came undone. He followed her after a few good, hard thrusts, holding her to him as he savored her offering. At the height of his release, he grunted out her given name and used his thumb to quickly get her off again before he stopped coming.
He'd never admit it, but feeling her come apart and scream his name in pure ecstasy was one of his favorite things.
"Cramp. Ow."
He snorted. "You really know how to kill the mood, lover." He slid out of her and put her back on her feet, watching in amusement as she tried to find her center of gravity again.
"Fine. Next time you levitate by force of sheer will," she grumped, looking over at the bed. She made a face and opted to sit in a nearby chair.
"Next time?" He quirked his brow in curiosity. "Do we have something to share with the class?"
Buffy was silent as Angelus stripped the sheets, trying to ignore the way his cocky smirk was getting to her. She was almost starting to like it.
"Well… sharing is caring, right?" Angelus chuckled and she shifted in her seat a little; that sound was still a little unnerving. "I have conditions."
The Slayer tone was back and he was intrigued. "I'm listening," he said, flashing her the patented 'Angel smile' before returning the comforter back to its proper place. He tossed back the covers and reclined against the pillows.
"First condition… where are we?"
"That's your condition?"
She sighed in exasperation. "You answering my questions without being a smartass should be one…" She muttered, crossing her arms. "Where.are.we?"
"My.hotel.room."
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his behavior. "Second condition…-"
"You know, lover… what makes you think I'll agree to these conditions of yours?" He sat up, leveling her with a hard stare.
Instead of getting angry or frustrated, Buffy gave him her best bedroom eyes. She sauntered towards the bed, making sure to sway her hips just a little bit to show off her curves. She saw the way his eyes hungrily followed her as she climbed up onto the bed, slowly encroaching on his personal space until he was forced to lean against the wall.
"Because you want to keep fucking me," she purred, batting her eyelashes. "And I'll keep letting you," she added, kissing his chest.
He chuckled. "Consent really isn't a dealbreaker, sweetheart. I'll enjoy myself either way."
"Oh, I don't think that's true," she said, keeping the sultry tone in her voice. "See, I know you more than you think, lover," she bent to swirl her tongue around one of his nipples. "After crossing paths so many times, it's kind of inevitable,"she said, shrugging. "And just think how much more you'd enjoy yourself with a willing participant," she cooed, trying to keep up the act. She had to admit, weaving a web of seduction was kind of fun and she was really getting into it.
"Mm. Second condition," he said, tugging her towards him. He pulled the comforter over them, finding himself content to listen to her conditions… for now.
"You don't kill my friends OR my family AND you have to be somewhere in the realm of nice to them."
"Not killing them seems nice enough to me," he quipped. She started to get up and he immediately grabbed her. "Fine. Anything else?" He ground out between clenched teeth.
"You tell me how you're out and where Angel is. Because there's a really big fly in the logic ointment here and I need to know why."
His good mood restored, Angelus chuckled. Obviously she wanted the whole story, but was she ready to hear it was the bigger question.
Ah, what the hell.
"Well Buff, it's like this…"