Surprise...!
Author: Alicia Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Timeline: Season One Summary: Buffy finds out what her priorities are... Spoilers: Angel Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you???? Notes: It's pretty much a rewrite of the episode 'Angel'...
Buffy couldn't have taken the words back if she tried, but she was on a roll. He had read her diary! "Buffy, your mother moved your diary when she came in, I watched her from the closet. I didn't read it, I swear." Angel reassured her. But it's nice to know how she feels... "Oh..." Buffy's whole speech just went out the window. Then she realized what she had revealed to him, "Oh!" Her gaze saught out the floor... "I did a lot of thinking today and I really can't be around you, cause when I am..." he began. Buffy started to babble. "Hey, no big. Water over the bridge..." "All I can really think about..." Angel continued. "...under the bridge..." "...is how badly I want to..." "...over the dam..." "...kiss you," Angel finished. "Kiss me?" His words broke through to her. He smiled down at her in regret. Or was it something else? He shook his head, in denial, maybe? "I'm older than you and this can't ever...I'd better go..." he told her reluctantly. He didn't want to go...he didn't care about what he was supposed to do, he wanted her! "How much older?" she asked uncertainly. "I should..." She stepped closer... "...go, you said." So did he... She tilted her head up toward his as he tilted his down to meet hers... Angel stroked her silky hair as their lips moved closer... Oh God, yes! Oh, God! Buffy thought. ...and closer... Finally, Angel thought in relief and need. ...until their lips met in a kiss so tender...Angel wrapped his arms around her and Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling each other closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues met and mated, their passion rising... Suddenly, Angel jerked away. Buffy grabbed his shoulder when he turned away from her. "What is it? What's wrong?" Buffy was panicking. Did I do something wrong??? Angel turned back to her and growled...in game face. Buffy's eyes widened in shock. But instead of screaming in terror, the expression on her face turned to a mixture of curiosity and wonder. Her hand moved to the ridges of his vampire face of its own accord. Her fingertips traced the ridges gently. It was strange how dangerous they looked, but how soft they actually were. "You're a vampire," she whispered in amazement. A growl rumbled deep in his throat. "Yes." Buffy held back her fear. When confronted by danger, go slowly... "Was this all part of the Master's plan? To make me feel for you...? I've killed a lot of vampires, I've never loved one before." Her eyes revealed to Angel the truth in her words. He smirked, but without conviction. "Oh, yeah, Babe. The Master wants you dead. He reckons that you're prophesized to become the most powerful Slayer in history. But as the Master would say, 'prophesies are tricky things, they don't tell you everything...'" His face changed back to that of a human. Buffy smiled, her earlier fear forgotten. "But you want me...badly, by the feel of things..." she teased, her hand cupping the hard bulge in his deliciously tight pants. Angel growled in warning. "You're all talk, Slayer. You're too innocent for the big leagues," he laughed teasingly. Angel cupped her firm bottom in his large hands and hoisted her up so that she could wrap her strong legs around his waist. She did so. Then she threw her arms around his neck, rubbing her body against his, her mouth joining his in an erotic meeting of their passion. Angel turned slightly, facing the bed. He toppled them over until Buffy lay there, beneath him, cradling him between her thighs. His cold tongue explored her warm. moist cavern of her mouth, joining with her playful, yet innocent one. He dragged a hand up her silky smooth thigh, finding its way up and beneath the short satin dress that she wore. Angel used his other arm to prop himself up slightly so that he wouldn't crush her delicate frame with his large, muscular one. Without thought, Buffy began to push his jacket over his shoulders, trying to get it off him. Angel quickly shrugged it off and pulled his white t-shirt off as well, tossing both items into the corner of the room. Angel's hand found its way back beneath Buffy's dress. Her response to him so easily visible through the clinging material. Her nipples hardened just for him, her blood flowed faster...warmer...thicker... from his touch alone. Her mouth begged for him to never...ever...stop loving her. His hand encountered her woman's mound, the place where he longed to bury himself and stay buried for an eternity. Angel had never felt that kind of need in all his years...centuries even. He slipped his fingers beneath the flimsy underwear that sought to protect her from intruders such as himself, but she didn't want to be protected like that. He would protect her the way that she really wanted to be protected. His fingers journeyed over her tender flesh, seeking out the entrance to Heaven. Not many demons ever found their way to Heaven, but Angel knew that he would. Heaven for him was in the Slayer's arms... Angel encountered the lips that were the gates to the passage he sought. His fingers slid between them, caressing them, eliciting a low moan from the girl whose body his fingers were about to invade. One finger at a time... The first helped her become accustomed to the experience of having something inside her that way. The second was to help accommodate himself when the time came, widening her tight passage slightly... hopefully. He didn't want to hurt her. But the third...that was purely for her pleasure alone. As he slowly dipped her now slick fingers in and out of her moist core, Buffy gasped and moaned in response. Angel engaged Buffy's lips in another bone-melting kiss, hoping to convey the fact that even though her was sent to kill her, mind-blowing sex always came first! Okay, maybe not quite that crudely... Buffy hugged Angel to her, her hands pulling at his back, pulling him closer. She felt his fingers withdraw from her body and whimpered at the loss. In minutes, her body had changed, had become more aware... Angel grasped the hem of her dress with both hands, kneeling between her legs. He pulled it up her body, Buffy raising her hips to aid him, then sitting up to pull off the offending garment. Angel tossed it on the pile of his clothes across the room, quickly removing his pants so that they could join the rest. He lay Buffy back down, him on top of her, his mouth moving to one of her breasts. She wore no bra...Buffy thrust her fingers into his hair, savoring the feel of his cold tongue flicking across one erect nipple. He bit down gently with his blunt teeth while using his hand to play with her other one. Buffy moaned in need. The need to feel his cock buried so deeply inside her throbbing body that he could never come out... Angel understood and grinned, her nipple still in his mouth. She was so sensitive, her entire body primed for his loving... He quickly removed her panties, running his large hands over her well-toned thighs. Angel moved over her and positioned his aching cock at her entrance. He slowly entered her, inch by hard inch. When he came across the barrier of her virginity, Buffy sucked in a breath, prepared her the pain. Taking this in, Angel paused. He kissed Buffy long and deep, thrusting himself past the barrier quickly, while her attention was elsewhere. He swallowed her tiny cry, still kissing her. Angel held himself still until his Slayer relaxed, the dull pain fading. Angel pulled his mouth from hers, wanting to speak with her. "You're the only one that gets away with calling me 'Angel', you know that don't you." he stated matter-of-factly, trying to relax her even further, while playing with her silky hair. "Not even Darla, my Sire, calls me that." "What do they call you?" Buffy asked quietly. "Angelus," he told her and began pounding away inside her. The revelation was forgotten as the sensation of him plunging repeatedly into her body took over... Within minutes, Buffy came with a scream, Angel covering her mouth so that her mother didn't hear, but Angel came by gently sinking his fangs into her neck and gulping her addictive blood eagerly. The shock of his cold seed shooting inside her felt wonderful to both of them. Angel collapsed on top of her, while Buffy breathed deeply, her body unaccustomed to such a rush. Both of them were drained of all energy. Angel had withdrawn his fangs from her neck, but his face was still buried there. A thousand thoughts and images flooded his mind, past, present and future. His life as a human, his death, many other deaths at his hands, Darla, ruling with her in the Master's court, helping Buffy, sex with Buffy, a future ruling with Darla for the remaining eight hundred years, a future with Buffy... ** The same thing was happening to Buffy... She saw moments of her life...some that hadn't occured yet. She saw her clueless existence before she was called, then her confused life before Angel. Buffy saw her life fighting him, she saw her life with him... ** Angel had liked helping Buffy. Not her friends though, they were a bunch of self-serving Americans, except for the Watcher, he was a Council-serving Brit! Good and evil didn't really matter that much to him. So long as he got his meals and regularly kicked some ass, he was happy. He didn't care for destroying the world, unlike some. He did like scaring the shit out of people sometimes, though. ** Buffy hated slaying. She was constantly having to fight for her life, saving people who hated her, working for a group of stuffy Englishmen that didn't give a flying fuck whether she lived or died and saving a world full of people who didn't know she existed and would conveniently forget even if they did! ** Together, their thoughts all led to the same thing. Leaving everything behind them... *~*~*~* Angel licked Buffy's neck soothingly. Buffy's heart rate accelerated in response to the cool appendage. Angel's limp cock began to harden again, still buried so deeply inside her. Buffy clenched her inner muscles, causing his cock to harden even further, eliciting a low moan from her vampire lover. He turned his head and looked her in the eye. "You gonna stake me, yet?" he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face. "I'm thinking about it, but maybe you should stake me first..." she suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Angel grinned and began thrusting his long, hard cock inside her welcoming heat once more... Nearing his release, he slipped into game face. He looked at her neck, remembering the taste of her blood, debating whether or not to drain her completely and finishing the task he had been assigned by his Master and killing her. He caught the look on her face as she saw what he was thinking reflected in his eyes. She was neither surprised nor afraid... Angel frowned in confusion. "You're not afraid of me," he concluded, his face changing back to normal. He had ceased all movement, his cock hard and throbbing painfully, but still he paused. Buffy dug her nails into his arms in utter frustration, twisting her hips, trying to get him to participate. "Argh! No! Why should I be afraid? Here you are, fucking me five ways from Sunday and I know that you're not going to do what the Master wants!" she cried out, her body painfully tense from denied release. Buffy removed one hand from his arm and slipped it between their bodies, desperate for release, even one by her own hand. She had never done so before, but it was a night for firsts... Angel felt her hand move toward her center. He stopped it and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. "Uh-uh. There's no need for that, sweet, just tell me why you think that I'm not going to kill you afterward." She huffed noisily. "You keep putting it off. You've had enough chances to kill me, to hurt me, but here you are, being more human that any so-called man I know, plus, there's the way that you look at me. Like you could just hold me forever." Buffy's voice had lowered to a whisper. "Because you will drain me, to satisfy the Master, but you will turn me, to satisfy yourself..." Something flashed in Angel's eyes. Realization, maybe? Then he bent his head forward and kissed her with such longing and passion that a tear escaped from the corner of one eye because she had finally found someone that truly wanted her for who she was, someone who truly needed and loved her. Angel resumed his earlier rhythm, thrusting into her tight, hot passage repeatedly, but this time, as their orgasm approached, neither of them hesitated when Angel's face changed. Buffy welcomed the dark abyss of death as he drained the blood from her body... Angel stopped drinking her pure blood when she passed out. She was only partly right. He would have killed her, but after her heartfelt speech, something else had occurred to him. He wrapped her up in a blanket and packed a backpack with her clothes, a few other necessities and the silver cross he had given her, as well as a stake. Angel wore the bag on his back and tenderly carried Buffy's unconscious form down the stairs and out the back door. There was an alleyway behind the house that Angel used to keep them out of sight. He took her to an abandoned mansion, just outside of town, the only building that he owned that no other person, or vampire for that matter, knew was his. He lay Buffy down on his soft bed and went to make a few calls... The End
