A Single Black Rose
Author: Lady Destiny Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Summery: Angelus. Buffy. A rose. Some smut. Disclaimer: God dang you Joss! I don't own anything, I swear! Distribution: Ask and thou shalt receive. Feedback: As always, lemme have some! Notes: I wrote this on one, a sugar high, two, in a great deal of depression over my non-findable B/F, and three, at 1:30 A.M in the morning. Dedication: To Alicia, hope you enjoy!
Buffy looked at the note unbelievingly. Then she looked at the single black rose which lay beside it. How could it be? Angelus, free again? It almost made her sick to think that someone else could have given Angel that moment of happiness. Buffy grabbed her bag, her cross, and her claddagh ring and walked to the mansion. As she entered, she saw flickering candles lighting the room. She could feel Angelus, hiding in the shadows. "I know you're here, Lover, don't hide," she whispered stepping around a set of candles on the floor. "I wasn't planning on it." Buffy spun, stake raised. Angelus stood there, in his leather pants and a black shirt, buttoned only half way. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch his face. All she said was, "Who?" Angelus gave her a small smirk. "No one." She looked puzzled. "Then how," "Pissed off some witches, the end result, me," he said, moving a bit closer to her. Buffy raised her stake again, readying herself. Angelus didn't bother to stop her. She wouldn't use it on him, he'd make sure of it. "Why did you ask me here?" she asked, watching him for any sudden movements. Angelus didn't answer, just asked her a question of his own. "Do you think of me, dream of me, Lover?" She was taken aback. "No, yes, not you, Angel," she managed. He nodded. "One thing I've realized since our last meeting, not the one with Faith, no, but the one where you sent me to hell, is that me and Soul Boy have one thing in common." "Oh?" Angelus nodded, nudging closer to her. "No matter how much I deny it, I'm in love with you." Buffy was so shocked she let the stake slide from her hand. "Excuse..." She was stopped by a hard, passionate kiss from Angelus. She shivered at the contact of their lips and felt herself grow wet with desire. Angelus smiled and pressed his body fully against her, his own arousal evident by the hardness against her stomach. "You can't deny that you love me either, Buffy, soul or no soul, you still know your soulmate." Buffy lowered her head in shame, he was right. Angelus pulled her face up with a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Lover," he whispered, kissing her again. Fires long since dead reignited with in her and she shuddered at his closeness. "I can smell you, you know." Angelus said, sliding one hand up her thigh and dipping his fingers into her wet center. Buffy groaned, trying not to cry out as his cool touch found her flames. "I want you, do you want me?" It was an honest question, that came unbidden. Angelus nodded slowly, "Yes." His other hand traveled a path up to her shirt and undid each button slowly. As her shirt fell to the ground, Angelus was released from the rather uncomfortable leather pants. Buffy stroked his hard shaft, touches that, if it was possible, aroused him even further. He kissed her, fire burning in both of them, begging to be stoked. Buffy was the one to give in first. She pushed Angelus' now nude body to the hard stone floor and straddled him. Her wet slit slid along the head of his cock and they moaned in unison. She lent over, her breasts in easy reach of Angelus' mouth. Gently, he took one, and began suckling it. Buffy slid herself down on his shaft, but not completely. It was amazing, she thought, how she had given in so easily to lust, want, need, for her Angel. Angelus growled, biting down on her breast, drawing blood. His bite caused her muscles to clench around him, and Buffy let herself slide down the rest of the way until he filled her completely. Angelus let go of her breast, crying out in pure pleasure as her hot wetness surrounding him. He felt as if she were burning him, but it was sweet. Pulling her down on top of him, he began thrusting in and out of her. Her pulse quickened, her heart beat sounded loudly in his ears. All he heard was her. All he smelt was her. All he saw was her. All he felt was her. All he wanted was her. The revelation did not surprised him, but gave him satisfaction. So it was love that he felt for her, he smiled and then groaned as Buffy came. Buffy's muscles spasmed around his cock, sending him over the edge himself. They tumbled into the abyss of ecstasy and held each other, Angelus biting into her tender throat as pleasure swept them away in an ocean of emotion. When they returned to earth finally, Angelus gently lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. They fell next to each other, still entwined... Buffy's eyes was closed, and Angelus heard her steady breathing. As he gazed up on his sleeping Slayer, he thought of the black rose he had sent her. Because of a single black rose, he and she were together again. It seemed fitting, a black rose for a white rose. Buffy was his white rose... The End
