Going The Distance
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: I don't think so, but then, I don't think come to think of it...hehehe Timeline: Season One Summary: Buffy and Angelus are on their way to Ireland... Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you??? Note: I'm using the idea that Ennistimon is a small town, much like 18th century Galway was, but it's solely for the purpose of this story...
Just before dusk the next afternoon, Angel laid a fully-clothed Buffy on the backseat of his car and drove to Los Angeles, thankful for tinted windows. From there, he took her on a five hour plane trip to New York. It wasn't hard keeping Buffy unconscious, just a few large swallows of her blood every six or so hours, whenever she began to stir. He knew that she wouldn't mind him taking her away, but he didn't really want to take any chances. To the outside world, he looked like a loving husband taking care of his exhausted wife. A car that Angel had organized was waiting for them at the airport in New York. Angel drove them to Boston, where a ship was bound for England just before dawn. He had also organized enough blood for the trip, knowing that only half would be used because Buffy's Slayer blood would sustain him for days longer than that of a regular human. Not to mention what he would take each time they made love... Angel wasn't going to kill Buffy just yet. Maybe in a few years, though. He had left the Master a note explaining that the Slayer was no longer a problem, but that he needed a decade or two away from Darla. His sire was getting too possessive. He could picture the Master chuckling at the letter. Darla would be extremely pissed, though and would go looking for him. But Angel wasn't about to let her find him. He and Buffy were travelling to the last place she would look...Ireland. Angel had taken care of everything. He had killed a young girl who was the same size as Buffy and had the same hair and bone structure, but had set her alight. They would presume it was her until they checked her dental records, but by then, the Master would believe that the Slayer was dead and the truth wouldn't be published in the news or anything... *~*~*~* Angel stopped feeding from Buffy a couple of hours after the ship had begun its journey. She needed to eat for one... It took Buffy another few hours to stir, her body tired from the constant blood production. Angel had a large tray with plenty of healthy food waiting for her when she began to come around. Buffy held her hand to her head, she had the mother of all headaches. Then she realized that she was still with the soul-having. Angel hadn't turned her into a vampire! He hadn't even killed her!!! She ate the food heartily. Angel say next to her on the bed, running his long, talented fingers through her hair. She didn't ask where they were going. She didn't need to know, but she did want to know why he hadn't turned her into a vampire. "I like you like this," he told her. "Sweet and innocent, so warm to the touch. In a few years, when you've finished growing, I'll make you like me...I'll make you mine, forever." The last word was a whisper. Buffy finished off the food and snuggled close to him happily. Angel smiled gently. They made their own destiny... *~*~*~* During the trip to England, they filled their days with passion, their nights, taking walks on the deck while everyone slept and yet, more passion. The vampire and Slayer happily went through the short time just getting used to each other and their habits. When the ship eventually docked in Liverpool, it was just after dusk. Angel gave Buffy the choice of continuing on to Dublin, Ireland, or staying in Liverpool until the next night. She chose to continue, wanting to see the countryside. Angel indulged her. They crossed the Irish Sea by boat that night from Liverpool to Dublin. The vampire had called in reservations to one of the hotels for the next two days, although they would be leaving the next night for Ennistimon, a town about thirty miles south of Angel's home town of Galway. It was far enough from Galway for no one to find them, but still close enough to civilization for Angelus to get a quick, anonymous, bite to eat without anything looking suspicious. Ennistimon was also by Liscannor Bay, so he and Buffy could go out there sometimes, she loved the water... Buffy and Angel entered their hotel room. It was only small, but it was cozy. That was the only way that Buffy could think to describe it. It was only for fifteen hours, until Angel could get a car and they could drive to their new home. The necessities of their stay were perfect. The bathroom was immaculately clean and the bed was large and comfortable. That was all she really cared about... They put their baggage by the bed. Angel took a look around as Buffy went into the bathroom to have a long, hot shower. She closed the bathroom door and placed her things next to the basin. She had a black teddy out to change in to, as well as a white silk robe. Buffy quickly got undressed, moving the shampoo, conditioner and shower gel to the shelf inside the shower. She turned the taps on and stepped under the steaming water. Buffy was washing her hair when a cold gust of air hit her. She heard the shower door squeak open and Angel walk into the shower stall. She was facing away from him as his arms snaked around her waist. Buffy felt Angel's mouth at her neck, gently nipping at her neck with his blunt teeth, careful not to break the skin. "Angel..." she whispered his name as she reached up behind her and cupped his firm jaw. He began kissing a path along her collarbone, the sweet and purely seductive action shooting straight to her core. Angel moved one hand from its resting place on her belly lower...until he reached the nest of curls between her athletic thighs. Buffy widened her stance as much as the small shower would allow, giving him better access. She whimpered as her lover inserted two fingers into the tight passage, gently massaging the heated flesh. Buffy placed one hand over the one at her waist, gently pulling it higher along her sensitized skin, bringing it to her breasts, her aching nipples begging for some attention. Angel chuckled when he encountered the tight bud. He caught one in his fingers and gently twisted as his other hands continued its assault from the inside. He looked over Buffy's shoulder and whispered. "Touch yourself..." Buffy moaned as she placed her hand on her other breast. Angel abandoned her nipple to cover her hand, showing her that he wanted her to do it. She hesitantly placed a finger closer to the hard bud, running a circle around it. "Just a pinch..." he whispered his encouragement. Buffy took the nipple between two fingers and began gently squeezing the flesh, twisting and applying various amounts of pleasure. She moaned. Angel chuckled, turning his attention back to the other breast, his other hand still massaging her interior. He tested the weight of the breast, cupping it, tenderly squeezing it. Angel was amazed as he watched the two of them. Buffy began moving her other hand over his arm, lower to where he was playing with her. Her hand moved lower and lower until she encountered the fingers that had begun to thrust into her. Angel pulled his fingers out. Buffy cried out at the loss. She began playing with her nipples more... harder until he repeated his earlier command. "Touch yourself, Buffy. I want to see you..." He placed his hand over hers, bringing it closer to her heat. When she felt the slick passage that led to the core of her pleasure, she thrust her fingers inside herself, needing something...anything...that would make her come. Angel kept his hand loosely on her wrist as he watched her thrust her fingers into her body frantically. "Angel!" Buffy screamed his name as her release washed over her, her body convulsing around her fingers. He grabbed her jaw in his gently grip and pulled her face toward him, taking her mouth with his own, swallowing her gasp as her orgasm continued. "So sweet..." he murmured as the steaming water from the shower cascaded over them. Buffy leant back into his body, her own too replete to hold her up. Angel chuckled, but wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her there. After a few seconds, Angel reached around her for the shampoo. He began washing her hair for her. Buffy just closed her eyes and relished in the feel of him massaging her scalp as he shampooed, rinsed, then conditioned. In this time, Buffy reached for the shower gel and the cleansing puff. She applied the gel to the puff and began to soap herself down. Angel was massaging her scalp as she ran the gentle, but coarse object over her body, slowly bringing it back to life. By the time they had finished, Buffy was breathing heavily, her body tingling. She turned around to face her lover. They gazed into one another's eyes, locked in the position. Angel reached out his hand and took the gel and puff from her, applying more gel to the spongy object, then running it over his own body, soaping himself down, but arousing himself further with each stroke, all the while, their gazes still locked on each other's faces. Buffy continued watching his face as the shower spray washed away the suds from his body. She slowly sank to her knees, her hands on his muscular thighs. She opened her mouth slowly, still watching him watch her as her tongue escaped her mouth, slowly approaching his erect cock. The Slayer ran her tongue over the tip of his shaft, delighting in his groan as the hard flesh twitched slightly. Buffy moved closer, her lips taking the tip of him just inside her warm mouth. She closed her eyes as she took more of him in, inch by long, hard inch. Angel moved his hand and cupped the back of her head as Buffy swirled her tongue around his aching manhood. She pulled back, until only the tip was in her mouth, her teeth nipping at the flesh. Her lover nearly jumped out of his skin as her fingers moved to stroke the heavy sacs that hung at the base of his cock. She ran her fingernails slowly over them as her mouth slowly began to repeatedly take his cock back in over and over again, her tongue and teeth joining in for some serious pleasure development. Angel moved his hand to cup her head, his hips joining in, but careful no to force himself too deeply into her mouth, knowing that this was her first time going down on someone. "Buffy...fuck!!!" Angel screamed his pleasure as he shot his load partially into her mouth, remembering at the last second to pull back. Buffy gagged slightly at the semen that shot into her virgin mouth. Her lover fell back against the wall of the shower for support as Buffy lifted her head, letting the shower spray wash away the remains of Angel's orgasm from her around her mouth and the front of her body. Angel helped Buffy up as he turned off the water. The couple stumbled out of the shower and the bathroom and tumbled onto the bed, not caring about their bodies, slick with water that seeped into the sheets. They lay where they fell. Buffy turned onto her back and spread her legs, pulling Angel towards her. He moved over her, his cock rising once more, ready to take her to new heights. He fell on top of her and immediately thrust his aching manhood into her body, relishing in the feeling of her heat encasing him once more. The couple cried out as the bodies fell into a fast, hard rhythm. Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips as Angel pounded her body into the bed. The Slayer grabbed a fistful of her lover's hair and pulled him to her mouth. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, copying the thrusting motion of their lower bodies. "Angel!" Buffy cried out her orgasm. "Buffy..." he whispered as his face changed and he sank his fangs into her neck, drawing on the warm blood that pumped frantically through her body with her release. Angel, for the second time since they arrived in Ireland, spilt his seed into his Slayer's body, then collapsed on top of her sated body, his own spent and exhausted. "I love you, Angel..." The vampire closed his eyes in wonder. They were mortal enemies, yet everything was perfect and they would be spending the rest of eternity together. Angel knew that in a couple of years, when he made her a vampire, he would miss her innocent emotion and her warmth, especially the physical warmth, but he would relish in her demon. For now, though, they would live out the years until then together and happily, in the beautiful countryside of Ireland. He kissed her tenderly. "I love you, too, baby...now go to sleep." Angel joined her as she closed her eyes with a smile. The End
