* Angelus looks at the faces of students, who seem a bit unnerved. "Now. Questions. And before I'm asked, you may question me during a lecture, but please keep on topic. Oh, and you're big boys and girls now. Quietly stand move to the back of the class, and exit stage right. You're welcome to return, once you've finished.
* Buffy chuckles softly and catching his eye smiles at him. {I just know this is going to work out better than I hoped.} Eyeing the body so nicely displayed she unconsciously licked her lips, {As Cordy would say, hello salty goodness, wonder what he's like with out the shirt?} "Professor Angelus? Do you believe the legend you teach?"
* Angelus grins hearing the small smile. As his eyes land on her, the smile is less friendly more predatory. "Oh yes... I most definitely believe. You won't believe some of the things I've encountered." He smiles. "And I'd like to see you after class Miss Summers. There is a problem with your transcript." He makes sure the others believe her to be in trouble. His smile growing down right evil as she squirms under the gazes of the others.
* Angelus moves behind the podium, hiding his erection. "In the beginning the earth was covered by demon kind...." He continued his lecture one he was sure the slayer before him had heard before. He was tacking the lore strait from a watcher's diary, after all. "To each generation is born one Slayer. Only she can fight the darkness, the demons and the vampires. Only she has the strength to with stand, the many trials of hell on earth."
* Angelus sighs, a smile again gracing his face. "The belief that one, and the slayer is always female, woman is granted to the earth, is thought by many to be the idea that humans need to believe in a super hero, some one to help fight all the things that go bump in the night."
* Buffy sat bolt upright the moment he started that oh so familiar speech that she had heard so many times. Given a few herself. Suddenly gladder he needed to see her after class, wanting to find out where he heard this before. He was almost quoting Giles and that was kind freaky. Listening to his every word, hearing Giles voice echoing in her head. Slumping back down in her seat she hoped no one noticed her sudden movement.
* Angelus grinned, when the slayer reacted to his lecture. He continued until, the clock on the back wall, shown him the classes end. "That will be all for tonight. Thank you. Miss Summers, don't forget I need to speak with you."
* Buffy nodded and watched the room empty shaking slightly, unsure at to why though, waiting for him to pack up while shoving her stuff into her back pack. Walking up to him she smiled, "Please call me Buffy, when you say Miss Summers I keep looking for my aunt. So, do you really believe in this super hero girl?" {I wonder what he'd say if I told him I was his slayer?}
* Angelus watched her as she moved about nervously. Shifting the few papers he had into his brief case. He hit the button under his desk, shutting and locking the auditorium doors. "Yes, I do. Although they tend to be strong, most are easily conquered. Put your cock in just the right spot, and watch 'em wiggle. Scream." Looking up he smirked. "Beg."
* Buffy stopped moving, dead still and looked at him totally unable to comprehend his words, sure he mind was paying a dreadful joke on her, "I beg your pardon?"
* Angelus raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least you're a fast learner. Tell me, Slayer. Where's your favorite place to have a cock?" She was still in shock, and he sat on the edge of his desk, pulling her to him, letting her feel his hard on. Guiding her tiny hand to cup it. He licked her neck. "Want it in the ass first? In your tight little cunt?"
* Buffy gaped at him for a moment, totally shocked by his actions. With a jerk she pulled out of his arms, backing away from him, "You're a vampire, but I saw you outside, i-in the sun." She had reached the doors by this point and reaching for the knob was unsurprised to find it locked, this just stank of a set up. She was damning herself internally, knowing she didn't have a stake in her bag.
* Buffy looked around and realised there was no wood anywhere, everything was plastic or mettle. Dropping her bag and falling into her classic slayer stance she wondered if she was getting out of this alive. Almost curtain she wasn't going to make it out still a virgin and blushed deeply at the though.
* Angelus watches slightly amused. "You may as well cool down Slayer. The windows can't even be broken by a Kremlack Demon. You'll only hurt your Hands, break legs." He crooks a finger summoning her. "Don't make me hurt you little girl."
* Buffy actually laughs at him, "Don't make you hurt me? Right. Unless you are a very strange vamp, you want to hurt me, that's what vamps do? Remember? So why don't we just fight already?" Not budging and inch she kept darting her eyes around the room, looking for something to use as a weapon.
* Angelus watches shaking his head. Standing he move to her, deflecting her attempt to hit him, and back hands her hard, stunning her. Tossing her towards his desk, he winces as she hits her head on the desk. "Ouch... that's gotta smart." He kneels next to her, picking her up and leaning her over the desk. "Impudent little girl." His first blow shocks her, holding her down by the small of her back, off to the side as he spanks her.
* Buffy is totally shocked by how easily he can block her punches and is almost knocked out when her head his the desk. Still groggy she whimpers when he spanks her, arching in shock, struggling to break away, "Let go of me you asshole." struggling some more she lets out a yell of anger when she can't get up.
* Angelus growls at her fowl language. "You stupid little whore." Undoing his zipper he rips her flimsy scarf material skirt from her shaking body, along with her cotton undies. Thrusting in, breaking her hymen, he snarls in pleasure. "A virgin in the 90's... I'm impressed, my last slayer was a whore."
* Angelus exits her tight passage slowly, then shoves back. "Hold on to the other side, Babe... this is gonna hurt." He begins to saw in and out of her. Laughing when he feels her walls slicken. "You're liking it. Slayer's are all such whores, next is your ass princess." He laughs at her sounds.
* Buffy screams when he enters her, clamping down on his fingers gripping the desk in reaction, nails digging into the plastic, whimpering with every thrust, "Please stop." she begs and blushes bright red at his comment. "Nononono, please stop, it hurts."
* Angelus continues his thrusting. "No, baby you like it." He slows down, allowing her to get commutable with his girth. Moving slowly, careful to hit her g-spot. "Feel good, Princess?"
* Angelus undid the back ties on her top, licking her spine, then growling and sinking his fangs shallowly into her nape.
* Buffy moaned softly when he slowed down, a traitorous flush of heat travelling through her body down to her tender swollen flesh he was stimulating. Groaning in humiliation and desire she screamed when his fangs cut her skin, clenching around him, swept up in an amazingly intense orgasm, squeezing around him rhythmically.
* Angelus grinned, then sped back up, holding his orgasm off. "Tell me slayer. Tell me who made you cum!" He ordered. His pace eased, then quickened, and just as she was nearing her second cum, he left her. Holding her down, he waited.
* Angelus pushed a finger into her soaking center. "And?" He moves it quickly before retreating. Teasing her with his cock, he, waits a second before, thrusting in shallow, then again moves out of her.
* Buffy shudders as he plays with her and moaned loudly in protest when he stops, "And what? I don't understand. Just please don't stop."
* Angelus smiles then thrust back into her with brutal hardness. "That's right ask for it... " Pulling her legs up he turns her to face him. Never exiting her. "Feel good?" He holds her on her side, one leg in the air, fucking her hard. "Wanna cum again?" He pounds into her brutally.
* Buffy moaned with his every movement as he turned her over, holding onto the desk she whimper at the force of his thrust but found herself bucking to meet him clumsily, not quite sure what to do but not wanting him to stop. Panting harshly she managers to gasp out, "Please? Bite? Please I want to again? To cum?""
* Angelus laughs at her. Not granting her wish for his mark. "Tsk, tsk little girl." He wanted her to come back for more. To seek him out. Letting his thumb drift down between her dark honey colored curls he stroked her clit, never letting up on his pounding of her tiny body.
* Buffy bucks up to him again almost totally mindless with need. "Please? Felt so good!!" Pressing back against him she moaned and opened her leg further, holding it up with her hands, the other still rapped around the edge of the desk, thrusting back feeling the amazing burn of pain and pleasure from his hard body deep inside her, "All feels so good."
* Angelus continues, moving from his swift strokes to longer ones. He watched her, moving one hand up to pinch and pull her nipple. "Cum, Slayer... cum on my hard cock, like the tiny little whore you are."
* Angelus feels her spasm around him, and cums inside her, shooting her full of his cold dead seed. Grunting and panting, her bites into her neck, having dropped her leg and moved up for her throat.
* Buffy moans when he orders her and screams cumming around him on demands, tightening on him, loving the feel of his coldness soothing her insides. She screamed again when he bit her, cumming again, harder than before, pushing into his fangs. Wrapping her leg around his body trying to pull him in closed, clenching almost painfully, tears trickling down her face from the overwhelming nature of it all, every nerve ending in her body screaming.
* Angelus laps at the blood, closing the wound. Waiting until the girl undid her legs from around her waist. "Poor Little Girl..." He soothes her thigh, watching her cry. He might feel bad for the girl. If he really cared, but he didn't. Putting his cock back into his silk boxers, he redid his pants tucking his shirt in. "Dress, and I'll drive you home, little girl."
* Buffy stood up shakily and tied her top with weak fingers, eyes darting, looking for her undies and skirt she paled when she saw there tattered remains on the floor. Picking up the fabric that was once her favorite skirt she whimpered, looking down at the floor, 'I don't have any other clothes. I didn't think..." {Think what, that you would need them? normally a fair call.}
* Angelus growls at the obvious inconvenience. "Weren't you going to patrol tonight?" He snarls discarding the option of letting one of the horny college boys ogle her. "Come on Baby." He moves to the doors, after hitting the button. Quickly, moving to one of the female teachers, offices where he knew she stored her gym cloths, tossing the slayer a pair of sweat pants, he gave her the sweatshirt too. "Cover yourself. Let's go." He left.
* Buffy followed behind him totally bewildered as to why she was acting this way. She.... He ... they... she was trying to work out what had just happened, she had just has sex with a vampire... Pulling on the sweats she shuddered, feeling more and more out of control. Watching him walk out the door she followed quickly, sighing in relief when she saw him in the hall, {And how strange is that?} Looking at him she asked her most burning question. "Why didn't you just kill me?"
* Angelus stops turning to look at her. "Now, where's the fun in that." Turning he shook his head. "I've killed smarter slayer's Summers. Let's go. I have a class at ten am." He moved outside, and toward his Black Roadster. Knowing she'd fallow, he waited for her to get in before starting the car and leaving, the school. Pulling up to her house, he stopped. "I'll see you in class, Wednesday."
* Angelus pulled her close, kissing Buffy hard before slipping his hand down and forcing three fingers into her, arousing her just enough so that she'd have to masturbate, before restarting his car. "Good nite, Little girl."
* Buffy climbed out of his car on weak legs totally bewildered by the events of the last few hours. Watching him drive off she stood out the front of her place until the car was out of sight before sighing sadly and making her way into the empty house. Her Mom and Dad were away for three months, another honeymoon. Ever since moving to Sunnydale to save their marriage they had been inseparable, it was almost sickening.
* Buffy wasn't even vaguely hungry and went strait up stairs, not bothering to eat. Striping her borrowed clothes of she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she looked any different. Seeing only a pale haunted looking girl she shivered when she saw the bite marks on her neck, instantly reminded of the evenings going ons. Remembering the feel of his fingers inside of her she lay on the bed.
* Buffy wiggled on the bed, getting comfortable on and cupped her breast, teasing her own nipples for a few moments before sliding one hands down her body, playing this her curls before plunging three fingers strait into her cunt, moaning at the feeling, absently wishing her hands we're colder. Still pinching her nipples with her other hand she started pumping rapidly, too aroused to want to draw it out.
* Buffy hissed softly from pain as her newly used body protested her actions. Wriggling her thumb forward her pressed it down on her clit before rubbing it quickly, pumping faster. Pressing down firmly once more, and pinching her nipples hard she screeched and came calling out to an absent man. Her body still shaking from her orgasm she rolled onto her side and fingers still buried deeply in her body started to cry, sobbing desperately.
* Buffy cried herself dry before pulling her fingers out of her body and stood, walking a wavering path to her bathroom. Quickly showering she shook the entire time, glad she had no classed tomorrow and the next day was the weekend. Falling into bed still wet she fell asleep wrapped in her towel, tears streaking her face as she cried throughout her dreams.
* Buffy stayed home all Friday, hiding in her room, calling sick for training, not venturing out of the house until midday Saturday. Finally dragging herself out of the house she went shopping for food. Walking around the supermarket she bumped into someone and murmured sorry before looking up into his eyes.
* Angelus smiled down at the tiny blond before him. "Well fancy meeting you here." He'd been going to her house, when he saw her going into the store and followed her in. Leaning down he kissed her cheek. Dressed in tight black jeans and a white t-shirt, he looked possessively edible. "What are you here looking for little girl?" He smiled winningly at her. "You know growing girls need to have lots of protean in their diets..."
* Buffy almost passed out when she saw him and actually swayed grabbing for the shelf to keep herself upright when her kisses her she gasped up at him, "Ange... Professor, please don't do that here?" blushing bright red looking around for anyone she knew.
* Angelus laughed, putting his arm around her waist. "Come now, Little Girl." He tsked, swooping down he kissed her again harder, pressing his erection into the fabric of her dress, being sure she could feel him. "You spent our entire high school career with the librarian... the whole town knows about you and your much older lover. I don't look a day over thirty."
* Buffy sputtered, "Giles? My lover? He's like another Dad. And if anyone knows I haven't... hadn't... " She stumbled to screeching halt, "Giles is my..." she changed the subject abruptly, not wanting to think about Giles at the moment, "How old are you and how can you be out and about?"
* Angelus flashed his lovely Gem of Amara, "I have a trinket that lets me do what ever I want Little Girl." He smiles evilly, grinding against her, nuzzling her neck. "You scared Baby... your mine now..." He growled his approval. Noting the stairs, he shrugged and smiled, as if she was suggesting something, then gripping her arm lead her out of the store and into his car. Starting it they left the parking lot. Unzipping his pants he smirked at her. "Hungry, Little Girl?" Pulling himself out of his boxers and jeans, Angelus pumped at his cock, cooking a finger at him. "I've got just the thing to fill you up... so skinny.... The protean will help..." His tone was one of mock caring.
Buffy let him pull her out of the shop, starring down at the ground. {Scared?} Shaking her head mutely she back as far way as she could, "Please stop the car I want to get out." {How pathetic is that Summer?} Shaking her head again she whispered, "I don't belong to you." She wedged herself closer to the door, starring out the window, not able to look at him, "I don't belong to anyone. Please stop the car I want to go home."
* Angelust growled at her warningly. "The car will stop when I want it to. You do belong to me, the mark on your neck says so. Now come over here, and do something useful with that pretty little mouth of yours Baby.... Don't make me spank you again...."
Buffy pushed further back into the corner between the door and the seat, "What mark?" Shaking her head she muttered, "I don't know what you're on but it must be good." Raising her voice slightly from her muttering she continued, "I don't belong to *anyone*. You can't own someone. Now stop the damn car and let me out." With her final work she looked at him and whimpered softly, "Please professor? Just let me go home?"
* Angelus growled one last time, pulling over on the deserted street, reaching across he pulled her over to him landing ten hard swats on her bottom. "My name is Angelus. Learn it... love it. Now I suggest you start sucking my cock BEFORE I get angry, bitch!" He was only a few seconds from back handing her over into the back seat, and raping her there.
Buffy blushed bright red and wriggled on his lap as he hit her trying to get away, biting her lip to keep silent, a few tears escaping her eyes, more of embarrassment than pain, "I don't care what you want me to call you and I don't want to. to. to." She flushed deeper and whispered almost below even his vampire hearing, "I don't know what to do."
* Angelus rolled his eyes in extreme annoyance. "Ever had a sucker Slayer? Eaten an ice pop? Pretty much the same thing... just don't bite... I bite back... and you'll loose parts you never knew you had." The warning was growled as he flashed his vampiric mask at her. One hand on the steering wheel, the other soothing her freshly spanked ass. "Come on Little Girl... you know you want to... I can smell you..." He whispered.
Buffy's blush deepened but she dropped her head down and wiggling back slightly looked at his cock, whimpering softly she hesitantly licked over the top and swirled her tongue around it. She stopped for a moment, getting use to the taste before lapping at it again, letting her tongue trace the lines and veins before she sucked the head into her mouth, wriggling her tongue into the slit at the top, all the time her blush getting deeper
* Angelus practically purred in response, she was so new to the act it was wonderful. He let his hand travel up and down her back. "That's right Little Girl... taste good doesn't it... that's what you had up your cunt, baby.... That's what I had you begging for. Did you enjoy it?" His hand gripped at the steering wheel turning his knuckles white. The other hand in a tight rein of control, not for forcer her head down... just yet.
Buffy was sure it wasn't possible for her to blush any deeper. Taking a deep breath she closed her lips around him and sucked lightly, her tongue still swealing around, before rubbing at the underside. Unconsciously her hips where rocking slightly, her inner muscles clenching around nothing, slick with the evidence of her enjoyment. Remembering something she had heard a couple of girls in study hall talking about she slid further down until his cock was brushing the back of her throat, gagging slightly before pulling back up to breath, letting it out explosively, hot, moist air flowing over his still cool erection.
* Angelus groaned, disbelieving this was the first time she'd ever done this. Seeing her hips, he slid his hand into her undies, shoving two fingers into her wet center, when she came up for air again he smeared her cum on his cock, then moved his hand back. "Stop and I'll hurt you... worse."
Buffy finally felt her blush start to dim and slide her mouth around him again, once again taking him to the back of her throat, wondering why the girls she had over heard had spoken like this was horrible. She moaned loudly when his fingers entered her and then whimpered in protest when he removed them. Her blush returned at his growled words, realizing just what he had smeared on his flesh. Closing her eyes she hesitantly licked his cock, tasting the difference and realizing that it was her oven taste. While she was unsure of what her reaction should be she knew it wasn't meant to make her wetter
* Angelus had to keep himself from laughing at her reaction. Soon she would be dripping onto his seats. Defiling young students was his favorite past time, but none were as receptive as his slayer, and none fought the harsh reality as well. Slipping three fingers inside her dripping pussy, he began moving them, knowing he was now stretching her, wanting to hear a bit of pain in her moans he slipped in a fourth, his thumb pressing her clit.
Buffy moaned loudly with his fingers slid inside her once again and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking it lightly, her tongue rubbing and lapping at it. As the fourth finger was added she whimpered, an edge of pain coloring her pleasure and wriggling her hips as if to pull away before pushing back against his hand as he touched her throbbing clit. Sliding further down his flesh she kept sucking strongly, whimpering louder as her neck began to throb it's demand for his fangs.
* Angelus removed his hand again, releasing his control, stopping the car, in an empty parking lot, he gripped her head, shoving his hips up, soon cumming in deep spurts in her mouth. Sighing he smiled, cum had dribbled out the side of her mouth and down her chin, some had gotten on her dress, and she even had swollen lips from his harsh fucking of her face. Untying the top of the dress he pulled the elastic down to view her breasts, tugging on her nipples as he began to drive the car again.
Buffy whimpers increased as he once again removed his fingers and she almost choked when he started thrusting into her mouth. Swallowing wildly when he came she shuddered, the act only arousing her further. Sitting back slightly she whipped her face with the back of her hand moving back across the seat when he undid her dress and staring playing with her hard, aching nipples. Resisting the desire to scoot into his side she kept still, not moving closer of further away, a tear sliding down her cheek.
* Angelus noted the tears and tugged harshly at her nipple. "Aww... come here Princess, don't cry...." He snuggled her into his side, arm over her shoulder, playing with the other nipple now. "I haven't given you a good reason to cry yet...." He grinned, turning into the driveway of rather elegant looking beach house.
* Angelus smiled when she gasped at the sight of his favorite home. The 1950's beach house, was on a private beach, land and sea owned by him for ten miles in each direction. Plants and vines grew every where, giving it a homey effect, something many of the ladies always seemed to like. He didn't need another Dru, and he wasn't looking for a new pet, or even a toy. He'd spent the time he was away from his newest student, reading up on her history finding out everything about her home life, her slaying, even previous romances. He snorted in disgust at the last thought, poor boys. It seamed his Princess was a supreme cock tease of the highest order. No this young girl would be groomed, and tested, maybe it was time he settled down for a little bit, who better then this tiny slayer to satisfy that need. She wasn't stupid, and she appeared to be easily controlled, although he was willing to bet she had a spine some where. Best of all she had a pent up passion that could rival his very own. Tugging up her dress, to cover her, he got out, holding his hand out expecting her to allow him to help her out of the car.
Buffy eyes his hand as she would a particularly rabid dog before taking it and with his help getting out of the car, clutching the top of her dress to her chest she moved stiffly. Her body still caught up in the lust he so easily aroused in her. Swaying slightly she looked around at the scene before whispering softly, "It's beautiful Angelus. Really beautiful." Closing her eyes she listened to the wash of the waves and sighed, relaxing slightly at the noise. Tugging her hand from his she turned away from him and tied her dress, blushing slightly at the stains, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
* Angelus smiled slightly at her obvious distress at being so undone before him. "Come Princess..." He leads her through the garage door, and into the house, done on the first level, in light creams, khaki, and golds. Moving to the kitchen he ordered the cook to prepare his friend some lunch, before returning to her in the living room. "When does your mother return, Buffy?" Angelus asked sitting on the sofa, nodding at her, silent offering of any seat she'd like.
Buffy sat on the floor facing him, innocent of any significance of the act, and looked around the room before looking up at him and shrugging, "A couple of months. They're of being honeymooners, again." Folding her hands in her lap she looked down at them and asked softly, "May I use the bathroom?"
* Angelus watched her slightly amused, oddly wondering if he'd made a mistake, maybe he would be forced to search out a mate in some one else. He didn't need more pets, he needed and equal a challenge. Obviously he had been wrong in this slayer. Sighing he nodded, "First door to the left down that," He pointed to one of the many halls, "hallway... clean up." He watched her rise leaving, and shook his head. "Then I'll have you driven home." He was more then slightly disgruntled at how wrong he had been, he was rarely wrong about these kind of things. Moving to his library, sure to leave the door open so Buffy could find him when she finished he began looking over one of her watcher's diaries. Snorting at how she was described. 'Spirited, smart mouthed, feministic... uncontrollable... smart, witty...' words sparking his interest as much as her body had his lust.
Buffy walked towards the doorway and before stepping though turned to back to look at him, "You know something? You may have been able to make my body sing the other night and you may have made me doing things I never would have, but I don't like you one little bit. You are from the looks of it a chauvinistic male who should have been staked decades ago, and I really hope I am the one who does the staking." Turning on her heel, head held high she marched down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Standing at the vanity she wet a towel and started cleaning herself, shaking herself out of the dazed state she had been in since Thursday night. She whispered to herself in the mirror. "I don't care how sexy he is, I *so* Don't like him."
* Angelus smiled at her retreating form, fire. He wasn't sure how he'd started it, but she was beautiful with it. He sat down pouring a brandy and waited for her to come back. When he saw her, he back was strait and she was glaring, only making him smile wider. "Going to sit at my feet again Princess? Maybe I should strip you and have you tattooed? My name across your ass?" He laughed at the angry look on her face
Buffy glared at him, "Why would I want you to do something stupid like that professor? The only thing that's gonna happen to my ass is *some* *one* kissing it." having cleaning herself and her dress, the light fabric almost dry already she felt like a new person almost. Looking around the room she commented, "Pretty good taste for a vamp. Where's the kitchen? I'm thirsty and I have this bad taste in my mouth." she glared at him the entire time, her mood swing apparent to even herself but she couldn't seem to control it. "You know you never did tell me how old you where?' Her comment was entirely off the cuff but she just couldn't seem to stop wanting information about him, even as she reassured herself it was just because knowing more about him made him easier to kill, (You keep thinking that Summers)
* Angelus smiled at her. "My age is none of your business Slayer." He said her title pointedly. As for your ass Princess, it's mine, I'll do what I like with it." Standing he lead her into the dining room, where the cook had laid out her lunch already, his hand firmly on her ass, as he pulled her chair out, forcefully pushing her into it.
Buffy glared at him, "Keep your cold hands to your self. My ass is mine and not one else, understand?" looking at the table setting she smiled and took a large sip of her water, relishing the cool wetness in her dry mouth and throat. If he was going to kill her he would have done it already so it's wasn't like she has to worry about him poisoning her. "So what is my business Vampire?"
* Angelus, smirked at her trusting nature. "Your business is keeping me happy, Princess. Keep your hands to myself, and don't push me too far. I'll make you a queen." At the look of confusion that crossed her face he smiled. "A relation ship, Baby... I'm offering you... the change to be my... what's that crude words American girls use? Boyfriend? I'm willing to allow you to be my girlfriend. You'll be staying here for a while. I'll get you to and from classes, don't worry." He flashed her his best smile.
Buffy looked at him and laughed softly, "No. You're not good boyfriend material. Putting aside the whole evil vampire, dead and no soul thing I don't like you, I sure as hell don't love you and you don't me. And then we have that whole born to be enemies thing." She put the glass down on the table and turned in her chair to face him, "You and I aren't ever going to be boyfriend girlfriend. You don't have what it takes. And your old, you gotta be otherwise you wouldn't be so self conscious about it. And old equals no fun. I may be the slayer and have to be good slay gal, but I want to have fun too you know."
* Angelus's eyes twinkled at the obvious challenge, "No fun, hu?" Pulling her up, he lid her flat on the table, away from the dishes, ripping her flimsy excuse for panties off, his cold tongue snaking between her pussy lips, tasting how wet she still was. "252... Princess, old enough to kill you with a look. I don't want love, I want a mate... I've chosen you. You don't have a choice." He nibbled her clit, and probed lightly with one finger. "What was it you were saying, Baby?" He wondered, being sure he had a good hold on her, keeping her down, as he continued to tease her cunt.
Buffy growled and wriggled in his hold, desperate to not fall into the mindless lust he so easily aroused in her, "Isn't being chosen once enough punishment for any girl? I don't want to be your ANYTHING. I don't want anything to" she moaned softly and managed to force out further words, "I do get a choice in this, no matter how you make my body react I don't I want." She had stopped struggling totally and was thrusting her hips up to meet his fingers and tongue, "I deserve love." Her last words were a soft whisper, her voice showing that no matter her words it was something she never expected.
* Angelus purred vibrating against her clit. "Do you want me to stop Princess? Do you want me to let you go? Back to your house, your life... horny college boys? Hmm?" The question was soft if she said yes, he'd let her go. No matter what she'd be back. She lusted for the bite now. Unlike so many she was pure when he'd taken her, and only his bite would suffice. She could come with out it, yes. But only his bite would make it the best. He added a second finger, tongue still swelling her clit, he waited for her answer, her body betrayed and belittled her words, but he was willing to play along... for a little while. "Don't you want to be my Princess, Baby?" the words were growled against her clit.
Buffy screeched as his growl vibrated her clit again and felt herself inch closer to her climax. Her mind was trying to process his words but the feelings he was creating make thought almost totally impossible, all she knew was that she didn't want these sensations to end, his cold burned her so wonderfully. She whimpered please could have been a please stop but the soft tone spoke not of his denial but of her need. Trying to break away from his hand on her, her hands curled into fists, moaning in frustration. All she could think about was the need to have him inside.
* Angelus heard the small whispered plea, and stopped standing letting her go, he just stood there, looking down at her. "Please, what?" Leaning closer, not touching her but close enough to allow her to know he was there, he licked her wetness from his lips. "Please, what Baby? Tell me... I can make it better... just tell me what you want." He urged, seeing the lust glazing her eyes, knowing it was glazing her brain too.
Buffy relaxed her hand and stroked her finger over his face, captivated by his eyes. Her mind made one last grab for sense before being pulled under by the waves of lust coursing though her body, "I still don't think you'd make a good boyfriend." Her was whispering against his lips, her fingers having moving from his face to his hair and pulled his face down to hers. For the first time she initiated a kiss between them, her tongue brushing shyly over his lip before sucking it into her mouth and biting it lightly and then letting it go, "Make it better?"
* Angelus growled, his zipper down with in seconds opening his boxers he was pounding inside her sweet young body in minutes. Grunting, "I agree, Baby... no boy could do this for you." Kissing her he held her tight to his body, wanting to get deeper still inside her slick body.
Buffy wound her legs around his waist tightly pulling him deeper into her aching body. Her grip around his body would have brought a mortal to his knees, it only seemed to spur Angelus on. Whimpering into his kiss she brushed her fingers over his back, tracing patterns with her nails the pressure building in her body as her nails got harsher and harsher, now scratching his back, just shy of drawing blood. Breaking their kiss, desperate to breath she held eye contact with him as she bared her neck to him. It was throbbing crazily and she needed the painful pleasure of his bite to sooth it.
* Angelus smiled shifting as she bared her neck to him, snaking a hand down he twisted and played with her clit, biting down on the soft skin on her neck, drinking as he growled thrusting hard as he came inside her milking pussy.
Buffy screamed when is fangs pierced her flesh and came powerfully, bucking and writhing beneath him, her whole body pulsing with the overwhelming feelings. Clenching down on him she almost purred at she felt his cool cum soothing her inside and tilting her neck slightly licked his neck, her teeth scraping over his jugular.
* Angelus felt the fire with in him light anew at her teeth on his neck. Suddenly he redoubled his efforts hard instantly, pounding her hard, into the creaking tabletop. "Cum..." He lifted her legs over his arms, reangling her for deeper penetration.
Buffy screamed when he started pounding into her again, her nails clawing into his back, drawing blood. Rocking up to meet his hips she was moaning and about to cum. Her teeth clamped down on his neck as she came desperately hard, a trickle of blood filling her mouth, the taste exquisite, and served to heighten her pleasure
* Angelus roared cumming hard again, panting for unneeded air, growling biting her again, as she bonded herself to him. Not moving he heard the table creaking loudly, and stood, standing her watching the table collapse. He kept her upright in his arms. Then began laughing, muffling his laugher in her hair.
Buffy came as he did and lay panting beneath his, hearing the table and sighed when he pulled her up just in time, feeling the whoosh of air as the table fell, "Hey my food was there, I'm still hungry." Leaning back she grinned at him before nuzzling her face into his neck, licking the bite mark, "What just happened? I drank some of your blood" she moaned softly, "So sweet."
* Angelus kissed her neck. "You did lover..." He purred. "You're mine forever now, Princess. Even death couldn't break our bond." He purred for her, letting her hear his pleasure. Sweeping her up into his arms he carried her up the stairs, into his chamber, and through a door in the far sidewall. "These are your apartments. Always." Kissing the side of her mouth he smirked at her. "Clean up, you have a bathing room... we share it actually. I have clothing in the wardrobe for you. I also took the liberty of having your school things brought over. You have a paper to do for psyche I believe." He gave her a nod. "I've got papers to grade, feel free to explore the house. Don't leave the yard, or beach." He warned, moving back to his chambers, but exiting them. Leaving Buffy to look around her room.
Buffy looked around the room, exploring briefly before making her way into the bathroom, gasping at the shear luxury everywhere. Eyes the large tub she stretched and starting running it, looking through the cabinets unsurprised to find her favorite bath wash. Pouring some in the water she smiled as the vanilla sent filled the room and went back into the, {her?} bedroom and finding a hamper threw her dress and bra in it. Taking peach silk robe from the back of the door she belted it loosely around her waist and checking the bath turned it off before finding her way into the kitchen. Giving the cook a started look she blushed, "I never got to eat, mind if I raid the fridge?"
Buffy smiled a the woman when she nodded and opening the fridge and grabbed some fruit and cheese, cutting it up and cleaning up before going back to her back after taking a glass of milk. Padding though the house she look around a bit but was much more interested in the bath awaiting her. Stepping back into the bathroom she put the plait and glass on the side of the bath and slipping the robe off, hanging it from the door slid into the water with a sigh of bliss.
* Angelus could hear her upstairs... he was glad she was moving about. She'd suit him well. He was sure of it. When Spike had told him about the tiny blond he hadn't believed it. Once he'd experienced her, and saw she had kept his mark, something in him, purred. Finishing reading one paper, he looked up to see her pass his study door with a plate of cheese and fruit, and a glass of milk. Ringing for the cook, he ordered her to have a warm meal prepared for seven exactly, and have it delivered to his chambers. Standing he made his way ad stopped watching his new Princess soak in the tub, munching her food happily. Turning back to his work, he flipped on the radio sounds of soft music running through out the house.
Buffy enjoys the bath until the water started getting too cold and the food was gone before pulling the plug, having washed her body and hair. Wrapping herself in a large towel she didn't bother drying her hair, just toweled it and let is air dry for once. Once dry she belted the robe back around her body and explored her room some more, finding her schoolbooks and sighing before grabbing the half written paper and textbook, throwing them both on the bed. Padding back down to the kitchen with the dirty plate and glass she smiled when she found it empty and after rinsing the dishes grabbed a can of soda before once again walking back to her room, promising herself she's look around properly once her paper was done. Settling onto the bed she quickly became engrossed.
* Angelus found the cook had gone to the store for more food, and noticed his girl on her bed engrossed in her school work, shrugging he went to bathe himself before pulling her away from her job. The shower was quiet so's not to disturb her. When finished he didn't give thought to the fact that she was on her bed, and he padded across the room naked and dripping.
Buffy watched Angelus walk across the room, blushing faintly before speaking, "You normally walk around with no clothes on?" Standing up from the bed she stretched before absently checking the robe was still tied, her eyes watching him intently, "Are you going to explain any of this to me Angelus? Or am I just expected to flounder alone behind. working it out as I go along? Lets start with why does my neck throb when you are closer?
* Angelus startled a bit, and grinned at her. Starting for his little girl. Pulling her into his arms, and inhaled her heavenly vanilla scent, burying his nose deep in her curls. "Because, Baby... your mine. You and I are one, we were meant to be together. You mated us, lover." He kissed his fresh mark on her skin, smiling as she shuddered. "I love hearing my name from your lips, Princess." Moving up he captured her lips.
Buffy groaned in defeat as his mouth caught her, his lips on her neck had sent shudders though her body. Kissing him back softly she found herself nibbling on his lip and then tongue, biting lightly. Pulling her mouth away she mutter, "Cryptic much? What does it mean Angelus? Were mated means what? And my name is Buffy, not princess."
* Angelus shrugged. "Fine." He turned walking away from her. "It means simply what it sounds like. You. Are. My. Mate." He spoke the words slowly as if speaking to a toddler. Moving back into his apartments, hearing her pad across her floor, he smiled when she came through the door, a slightly baffled and angry look on her beautiful face. "Princess."
Buffy glared at him, " I'm guessing that makes you mine then. So *professor*," she stressed the word, "Isn't it unethical for you to be mated to one of your students?" Her hand came up to rub her neck and she stepped closer with a soft whimper. Moving until she was next to him she sighed as the throbbing eased with his closeness, "This is insane you're a vampire and I'm a slayer we can't be mated. It makes me sound like some sort of animal. They mate, not people."
* Angelus grinned fierily as she neared him, pulling her close he nuzzled the mark licking it. Loving more and more the power it gave him. "Vampires don't have ethics. I practically own this fucking town, and of course it makes me yours Princess, I'm your mate... and you are mine." He winks at her, laying on the bed pulling her astride him, letting her heat settle against his hard length. "Humans are animals Baby. Just higher up on the food chain. You're above even that, you're a predator of the highest kind. You hunt those who hunt your race." He opened her robe, and stared at her breasts, weighing then in his hands, thumbs brushing over the pebbled nubbins.
Buffy moaned long and low as he licked her neck, gasping as she felt heat shoot though her body. Grinding her hips down into his cool body she moaned, "I still don't like you, you know that don't you?" Arching into his hands she rocked her hips slowly, leaning over him to nuzzle his neck, biting his neck over the partially healed teeth marks. Her body actually shook as she bit him and she moaned, her hips rocking faster, "It throbs Angelus. My whole body." Forcing herself to sit up she looked at him, eyes blazing, "I hate you. What ever you've done I hate you for it."
* Angelus laughed outright, her whole body was flush, and she was shaking from denying herself. Nodding he pouted up at her. "You wound me Baby..." Pulling her down he kissed her and rolled them over so he was on top. Grinding down into her, he whispered. "I didn't do it Princess, you did. You bit me baby... you've done it to yourself." Standing he moves to his dresser slipping into a pair of pyjama bottom, throwing her the overly large silk shirt. "Put some cloths on, your dinner's in your room." He watched her through hooded eyes. "Hate me Buffy." The name was purred venomously. "But it won't cure the throb between your legs, or on the column of your neck. Only I can do that." He turned and went back to his library wondering if he'd actually make it to his library, retrieve a book and make it back to his own bed before she searched him out.
Buffy pulled on his shirt and almost giggled when standing up it came down to her knees. Walking back into her own room she looked at the tray of food and looked away. Food was particularly unappealing right now. Searching though the wardrobe she managed to find a bra and a pair of sweat pants and pulled them on. Fighting the desire to follow him and then jump him she walked into the hall and started the exploration she had promised herself before doing her psyche work. She wondered from room to room, loosing herself in the beautiful house.
Working her way further into the house she moaned at the throbbing in her body got worse and was considering trying to find Angelus when she found the gym. Ginning hugely she wandered around the room eyes the state of the art machinery as she would as partially good cake before her eyes lit upon the punching bag. The smile slid off her face and after tying the too large shirt tightly so it was out of her way she started punching and kicking the bag, her whole body relaxing at the familiar moves as she started burning off the nervous energy from her system.
* Angelus was engrossed in his book, proud she had that much stamina, when one of the servants informed him she was working out in the gym. Pulling out a remote control he clicked some buttons and a TV popped out of the wall, flipping the stations he came to the gym and watched her. Smiling he picked up the bedside phone and pressed the intercom button. "Very nice form, fallow through on your round houses more. Oh and don't forget to shower, before bed, you'll make the sheets smell." Clicking up the phone he laughed. She had jumped at his voice then began that adorable shuddering she did then the throb in her neck returned. Hiding the TV again, he returned to his book.
Buffy growled when his voice stopped, she had managed to forget the throbbing from her neck and get lost in the motions of her kicks and punches. She tried to start training again but with her neck throbbing even worse she was unable to work out properly. Finding her way back to her bedroom we easy, all she had to do was follow the throbbing from her neck until she found herself in the already familiar hall way. Letting herself into her room she grabbed the robe she had been wearing before and took herself into the shower. Standing under the hot water she moaned and almost slid to the floor as a frisson of desire went though her body, he was in his room. Leaning against the wall she closed her eyes and finished washing. Making her way back into her room with the robe wrapped around her still wet form and curling into a tight ball, trying to resist the insistent desire to be with him.
* Angelus heard her come in, and the shower, he even heard her get on her own bed. The slight whimper told him she was beginning to pain from it. He growled low, wanting to go to her and make it better, but he couldn't. She had to see that she needed him, so Angelus decided to make it worse. Picking up the phone he made a phone call. Phoning Spike he began to enquire rather loudly about the health of his middle child. His favoured's voice, always helped add a sexy purr to his own. "Yes, Will... I've been missing you too. She's next door. No... My Little Girl has managed to bond herself to me. Yes, I know. She's fighting it actually. I'm wondering how long she'll let it go. Maybe she's one who gets off on the pain, how should I know." While Buffy wouldn't be able to decipher the words at least not with the insistent throbbing her blood would know his voice, and her every nerve would know his proximity, he let out a loud booming laugh before hanging up with his Will.
Buffy whimpered hearing him in the other room, and before her mind was working she was half way across the room. Shaking her head she trying to stop but her body wasn't listening to the rather feeble protests her mind was making and she walked though the door to stand at the end of his bed. Shaking slightly she looked at him before growling and climbing onto the bed, sitting at the end and glaring, "What is wrong with me?" Fingers clenching the sheets to stop herself from crawling into his lap she was fighting with ever ounce of her strength and slowly loosing, "Please Angelus? Why does it hurt so much?"
* Angelus looked up from his book, he had put on a set of silver wire rimmed glasses, that only served to make him look more edible... or so he'd been told by countless women. "Because Princess you keep fighting it." He set aside his book and his glasses, and arched a brow. Reaching out his hand, he pulled her into his lap. "You are acting like a brat. Why would you insist on hurting yourself? Hmm?" He let a deep purr emit from his chest, and suckled her nipples again releasing the robes ties. "Am I really that deplorable? If you didn't want me Slayer... you wouldn't have made it so we can't be apart." His hand lightly stroked over her side, from her upper thigh to just below her breast. "Want to go back to your bed Princess?"
Buffy shook her head slowly, "I didn't know what I was doing Angelus. I didn't know it was even possible to mate us." She gasped and arched against him her fingers stroking his chest lightly, running over his small nipples, "I nothing about being a slayer prepared me for this." Burrowing into his cold chest she sighed softly and listened to his purr, a giggle working it's way out of her throat, "You sound like a giant cat. Just a great big pussy cat with more fangs." She laughed louder at the image of him with fur and a tail, "You may not be deplorable, you're rather sexy actually but..." she blushed slightly when she realized she was speaking out loud, "So what do I do Angelus? Just pounce you when my neck starts hurting? And I thought you were the cat in the family." She giggles again and nuzzled his skin, "Whom were you talking to? You sounded so affectionate."
* Angelus smiled as she called them a family unconsciously. His purr got louder, and he let a hands slip between her legs, holding tight to her waist, so her squirming wouldn't deter or interrupt him. Angelus teased her clit brushing it lightly, then slipped his pinky into her sodden center, moving it in a lightly circle pressing the walls and nerve endings. "I was speaking to my favored child." His head dipped down to swirl his tongue around one of her hard peaks.
Buffy moans and spreads her legs slightly, her mind much more interested in the movements of his fingers than the words but she was still wondering, "You are a strange vampire Angelus. Apart from that whole in the sun thing. If he or she's your childe does that make me a step mother?" she snuggled against him, deciding that enough talking had been done. Moans escaping her quickly, her back arching towards his mouth, hips moving erratically, "More?" she question weakly, almost ashamed at the easy in which he aroused her, she had been taught, subtly over the years that she wasn't meant to feel like this.
* Angelus smiled down at her. "He, my favoured is male, he's mated with my weakling Dru, I was calling to check on her. No, lover... it makes you their fucking goddess... I am their god." The words rumbled form his chest as she began to react more, his purr grew in volume again as she asked for more, and he politely did as requested, but not by much, moving from his pinkie to his middle finger, still using only one digit to probe her. "If you tell me what you want... I'll give it to you Princess... Just tell me..."
Buffy looked at him, her uncertainty showing as her blush flamed brightly, "I I don't I mean I don't know Angelus. You know what I mean. I like it when you touch me and when you kiss me. Touch me? Please Angelus?" her blush was burning her entire body, her voice a soft whisper of need. She hesitantly lent forward, lifting her face to his and brushing a light kiss over his lips. "Show me? "
* Angelus let his eyes level with hers. "The world Princess... I'll show you the world." Pulling her up to her knees, he pushed her robe from her body, sending it into the far corner. "Open your legs a bit for me baby... come on..." He dipped his fingers into her again this time two probed at her, seeking out her g-spot. Finding it he rubbed across it continuously just watching her.
Buffy spread her legs for his as asked, her eyes caught by his gaze. She couldn't look away as his fingers worked inside her and she whimpered, feeling incredibly vulnerable to him. She desperately wanted to close her eyes but couldn't make herself. Leaning forward again she kissed him, her lips brushing over his, her tongue snaking out to caress his lower lip. Her hips where moving to meet him, following his lead. She whispered softly, "Show me your world?"
* Angelus moved from under the covers, stripping his pants, then pulled her to straddle him, as he leaned against the head bored. Taking her tiny hand he led her to grip him, showing her how to move up and down his hard length. "Do you want it inside you Princess?" As he asked the question, his fingers went back to tormenting her wet pussy.
Buffy was entranced by the feeling he was creating in her. Stroking him as she had been shown she nodded at him slowly. Leaning forward, pressing her aching nipples against his chest she moaned and nuzzled her face into his neck, licking over the spot she had bitten, then dragging her teeth over it, "Yesss wa-want you i-inside" her voice was a low hiss against his skin, her warm breath brushing his skin.
* Angelus purred loud, loving how innocent she seemed, he growled as her teeth raked his mark. Snapping his control for a moment, he removed both their hands, lifting her he drove her down onto himself in one clean thrust. Growling he shifted, feeling her tight heat incase him. His hips bucked for a few minutes, before he got control, forcing himself to stop and allowed her to adjust to his size inside her.
Buffy moaned softly in relief when he slowed his movements. Her body had protested his force painfully. Gasping for breath she sighed at the pain eased into discomfort that then turned into the beginnings of pleasure. Rocking her hips slowly she gasped when it caused his cock to rub alone engorged and sensitive tissues deliciously. Her mouth open on his neck and she sucked lightly over his jugular. Starting to move more she moaned at the extra movements sent blots of pleasure though her body.
* Angelus called on his every reserve as she began her movements. "Like this Baby..." He lifted her gently, only a few inches, then let her slide back down. Continuing to bring her up then back down, until she caught the rhythm herself. Then he bent to retrieve one of her nipples, suckling like a baby, his arms encircling her waist, holding her closer.
Buffy started lifting herself and thrusting down on him slowly, the speed of his movements guiding her until his mouth found her nipple. Arching her back she thrust down hard on him and almost screamed at the feeling of him being pressed even deeper into her body. Her fingers threaded though his hair, holding him to her breast as she started rocking and thrusting faster, her hips finding and instinctive rhythm, whimpers intermingled with his name the only sound she seemed capable of making.
* Angelus let his chest rumble in approval as she found her own rhythm. Pulling her head back by her hair, gently, he looked into her eyes. "Hate me still Princess?" He moved in licking and nibbling her neck, thrusting a bit to shock her system. "Want me to send you back to your safe little world? With your safe little college boys?" The last part came out an angry growl, he'd be dust before another male living or undead would touch her.
Buffy shook her head, flinching back slightly from his growl, her head shaking faster. His movements for a moment unsettled her rhythm before she adapted to him with a small moan, "Don't like you don't want them want you." She giggles softly as the almost inherent contradiction in her words registered, "If I had wanted them would you have been my first?" her mind shed away from her comment, not wanting to think about the circumstances of their first encounter. Her hands were still tangled in his hair so she pulled his mouth to hers and kisses him boldly, her tongue slipping into his mouth to play with his cool one.
* Angelus purred for her, at least she was good at pop quizzes. Gripping her ass he started a pounding rhythm, intent on rewarding her for her good work. "Right answer Baby..." He murmured, kissing her again. One hand slipping around to pinch and play with her clit. "What do you want Princess, tell me..." He licked at the fresh mark on her neck, still tasting the powerfully sweet tang he'd had hours earlier.
Buffy arched her neck to both offer him more skin and to nuzzled her face into his neck, returning the pleasure of his tongue caressing her neck as she licked over her bite mark in return. Speeding her thrusting as the pleasure from his fingers on her clit grew she moaned loudly, "You want to make me cum? Bite me" Her last word was growled out, "NOW."
* Angelus chuckled low, as his little girl growled an order, deciding to let it slide in favor of more pleasure and the chance for her blood offered. He bit into her mark, slamming her down forcefully onto his jerking cock, waiting for her to begin her milking spasms to cum himself. "Cum, Buffy..." He purred against her neck, where he drank form her.
Buffy whimpered and as the mounting pleasure exploded, her cunt clamping down rhythmically on his hard flesh her mouth open over his neck and she bit him again, a small amount of blood once again making it's way into her mouth which she eagerly swallowed. Moaning louder she ground down onto his groin for several long moments as the pleasure worked though her body before slumping against his chest, sit licking and sucking on his neck.
* Angelus came hard with her, purring contentedly, he pulls her to his side, staying buried with in her body, as he sliding back under his covers. Kissing her he holds her close. "Mine..." He growls. "All mine..."
Buffy nuzzled into his neck, sighing softly before murmuring, "Maybe but you're mine too." Closing her eyes she threw her leg over his hip, holding him as close to her body as possible. Keeping her eyes closed, able to think for the first time in hours she wondered what the fuck she was gonna tell her friends her parents and mostly, GILES. Sighing softly she wriggled even closed and whispered, "They're all gonna wig."
* Angelus cocked an eyebrow. "Whom? Who is going to Wig, Princess?" Angelus questioned, moving to suck at her neck again, loving the taste of her. He kissed her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth all over again, as he held her tight to himself, needing her closer, not wanting distance.
Buffy moaned into his mouth, her tongue playing with in as it entered her mouth, groaning when he pulled her closer, seeming as loath to part as she, "My friends my-my, " She hesitated over the work family before changing her mine, "Parents and Giles. He will totally wig, what the hell do I tell him?" She buried her face back in Angelus' neck when a whimper, "Oh and by the way Giles I mated this vampire who happens to be my mythology professor who can walk around in the sun cause of some gemie thing he's got? That's gonna go down SO well."
* Angelus growled shaking his head. "The watchers aren't foolish. They know whom and what I am. It wouldn't shock me Princess if you'd been set up to try and bring me into their filthy little circle. While your watcher is one of the few I respect, Ripper was always fun, lover... they are a dirt bunch, and they don't play fair. Money is they knew I'd either kill you or claim you." He purred his mouth moving back to her neck, sucking at the mark, darkening the skin around the fang marks, giving her a hickey. "I've gotten more then they ever bargained. You're mine forever now princess, your life is linked to my own, no turning involved." He kissed her again, unable to get enough of his beautiful slayer.
Buffy tried to pull away from him her eyes wide and disbelieving, "WHAT? Linked to you how? Isn't it bad enough my neck throbs when you're here? And not here" Glaring up at she struggled, "Let go Angelus I wanna go outside." Finally tugging out of his hold she made it to her room and pulling out the first clothes that came to hand she pulled a long dress over her head and started for the hall, her mind reeling, "Forever? Oh hell."
* Angelus growled as she left him. {MINE!} He roared inside, standing he put the pj pants back on, following her catching her out on the back patio facing the beach. His arms encircled her waist. "Same view from the balcony of your room, Princess..." He rumbled low, disliking her reaction. "You're mine tiny Slayer. It isn't such a bad price to pay. Eternity in exchange for my love and devotion...." He smirked into her hair. An idea springing to mind. "Do you want me to release you?" He knew it wasn't possible relatively speaking. "You'd still be linked to my life line, Slayer." He released her body, wondering how she'd react. "I'd still have to feed from you to keep the throbbing down." He shrugged crossing his arms. Pressing a button he waited for the maid to answer. "Yes, tell Ian to bring a car around, he'll be driving my guest home. Thank you." Turning back to Buffy he eyes her, wondering if she'd bite. "Cars out front. I'm going back to OUR bed. The choice you make is completely yours. One you may not be able to take back."
He warned leaving her, doing just as he stated and moving back into his bed, oddly enough wondering what she was going to do.
Buffy had barely stopped herself from collapsing back into his arms when he held her and bit her tongue to stop from crying out in protest when he let go and walked away from her. Watching the water for a long ling she shook her head a the soft question from Angelus' driver and didn't move {What the hell am I gonna do? What can I do? I don't know him and I don't even know if I like him but the things he makes me feel walking back though the house with all her slayer stealth she opened the do and watched the apparently sleeping vampire, {I'm afraid. I don't know about loving or even liking him but I need him and maybe that's more important} Standing in the doorway she shuddered at the stillness in the room, reminded again that he was dead. "I need you Angelus. This is all so overwhelming, but I do know that I need you."
* Angelus heard her in the doorway, her soft words, made his heart practically jump with glee. Love and lust were things easily forgotten, need was stronger then another feeling, and he knew that better than anyone, "Then come back to bed." He rumbled from under the covers, playing the part of a sleepy vampire.
Buffy walked away from the door and using the advantage of her slayer sight made it to the bed in the dark room, pulled her dress of and crawled under the covers with him, suddenly unsure what she was meant to do. Should she touch him? Or just lay here? "I've never slept with any one before Angelus. I've never done a lot of things until the last few days" she trailed off, unsure what she was trying to tell him. Giving up she whispered softly, "Please hold me?"
* Angelus' arm was lightening fast pulling her flush against him, allowing no room for even air between then, nuzzling him nose into her hair, her scent filling him every where, assaulting his scenes. "There's a lot of things you'll never do with another man now Princess. You came to me willingly tonight." His thumb grazing the swell of her breast, then moving to sooth up and down her back. "Your mine now Baby... I'm not letting go again." His grumbled words were finished with a searing kiss, showing her he meant what he was saying.
Buffy kisses him back just as passionately, her body trying to show what he mind just couldn't seem to grasp. Turning fully into his arms she melted against his body and managed to wrap her arms around him in return. Breaking away to breath she smiled at him, panting for air and poked his chest, "You are mine too Angelus. Don't you ever forget that. Sauce for the goose will be working here. If you fuck someone else I will to, understand?" Her voice was deadly, there was no way this mine thing was a one way street.
* Angelus growled low his eye glinting gold at her threat. "If I find or think I SMELL any one else on you, Slayer they signed their own death warren. Keep me satisfied Princess and the only one you need worry about is my favoured child. Him...I fuck on a regular basic. But you've met my Will... Spike. You understand." He rumbled with Laughter holding her close at the look of disbelief on her face.
Buffy got her face under control and smiled at him sweetly, "If you get to fuck him Angelus so do I. He's kinda cute and I do like the accent. I'm not some sort of pet. I will not be treated as some sort of pay thing. I may not be as smart as Willow, but the blond *is* from a bottle. I'm not a toy."
* Angelus raised an eyebrow. "You are mine, Buffy. While I'll think about sharing you with my child... you are mine. To do with as I please. As for being a pet..." to make a point Angelus, stood by the bed, knowing her bond to him would only employ her do what he wished. "Kneel, Buffy." He ordered his voice low and dangerous, a snap of his finger and he pointed at the floor, waiting. He saw her fight but soon she was where he had ordered her to be. "Never doubt me Slayer." He pulled her up into his arms nuzzling her again. "I don't want a pet, You're my mate now Buffy. Mine forever. I don't want some mindless twit to fuck until she can't walk." He smiled. "I'll fuck you till you can't fuck, and have lovely conversations, and hold you while you sleep, love you till you beg, Princess. I don't want you kneeling.... Well... not all the time..." His eyes twinkled and he stuck his tongue in his cheek, using a rather crude way of hinting to her about oral sex. He laughed again at the shock in her face.
Buffy glared at him, "Don't ever do that to me again Angelus. I don't care what power over me this mating gives you. If you do I will walk out that door and not come back." Looking up at him her expression showing how serous she was. Going to tip toe she kisses him softly, just a brush of lips against his, "I am your mate, but you are mine too." She chuckled suddenly when she heard a low growling noise and realised it wasn't him but her stomach. "I really should have eaten dinner." Kissing him again she whispered against his lips, "Do we have any ice cream?"
* Angelus quirked a brow. "That is not dinner." Picking her up he carried her to the kitchen where the cook had left plates warming on the stove. He removed the covers, revealing potatoes, roast beef and mixed steamed veggies. "Your dinner my lady... I'd say lets eat in the dinning room... but we destroyed the table earlier." He got out a fork and held up some of the meat for her tasting, smirking at her.
Buffy giggled before taking a mouthful of food, hopping up to sit on the bench and beckoned him closer, her legs wrapping around his hips in a loose hug as she chewed happily. Swallowing she smiled up at him, even as she blushes slightly, "Could we take this upstairs? Cause I'm having a serous lack of clothing here Angelus.' Lifting her chin she defied her blush to darken any further and looked up at him, her eyes showing how uncomfortable she was being naked in the kitchen.
* Angelus smirked looking down at her naked form. "Personally I like you like this... In fact I might have your wardrobe burned, just so I can keep you this way... easier access and all that fun stuff." To make his point he pinched one nipple before moving down and toying at her clit.
Buffy's blush returned in full strength but she managed to give a come back, "So that means going to class and letting all those hormone filled guys see me with no clothes on? Thought you weren't gonna share Angelus?" Wriggling away from him she dropped her legs from around his hips and got off the counter, "Bedroom now" her words were almost purred out, "I wanna eat and then maybe we can try using you as a lolly pop again?"
* Angelus smirked at her words, letting her lead them back into his room, giving her a sound pop on the ass, for taunting him. "Let me catch you naked out side the grounds of my home, or with out me present and you'll learn quickly what control the bond gives me... and exactly why it is I am the Scourge of Europe." The words were a low purr, punctuated with a kiss. Moving on to the bed, letting her lean against his chest he continued to feed her from the large plate of food.
Buffy let her head rest in his shoulder and ate each mouthful he offered her until the plate was half empty. Pushing her hand away slightly she shook her head, "I can't eat anymore, I'll be sick." Turning in his arm she placed the plate on the nightstand and buried her face in his neck, licking the pail mark of her teeth, "So what else does this bond thingy do? You can make me do-do stuff and I-I need yo-you to bi-bite me. Wh-what else?"
* Angelus turned her, pulling himself free, and thrusting up inside her tiny body. "It keeps you ready and willing for me." He nuzzles her neck. "It claims you as my own. Give you my protection and that of my clan. Makes you their goddess..." He thrusts as he speaks, leaning down to kiss and suck her nipples. "Keeps you at my side where you belong.... So many wonderful things... make you my mate, most importantly...." He rumbles a purr of approval, leaning down and biting at the pebble of her nipple.
Buffy arched her back, pressing her breast up into his mouth, her legs coming up to wraps around his hips with a low moan. Her hands griped his shoulder, her mails digging into the muscles before scratching down his back, finally to cup his ass and pull him in as tightly to her body as she could, "Your mine too Angelus, don't forget that." She whimpered at the fires he was lighting in her body stated to burn brighter.
* Angelus smirked at her, flipping them over. "Fuck me." He raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what you want, how you want it. Fuck yourself on my cock, Princess." He was tugging at her nipples now, thrusting lightly into her body. "Yours or not Buffy, never forget I have the control." It was a warning, for her not to push him.
Buffy glared down at him and getting to her knees started thrusting her hips onto him slowly, working herself on his body, "I don't like being controlled. Why do you think I broke with the watchers counsel in the first place? Ohhh... they send me information about the big bad, should have realized that's why you were brought to our attention, but that's because their little obedient slayers keep dieing on them since Kendra. Her voice caught a bit but she continued on, "They don't seen to last more than a few months. I don't want to be controlled by anyone Angelus." She hissed softly as she felt the throbbing in her neck increase to almost painful levels, her hips stilling hand coming up to press the patch on her neck that hurt the most.
* Angelus eyed her. "Hurt, Slayer?" He hissed the name, as if it were a curse word. "Continue to deny what you have willingly brought upon yourself." He watched her through angered eyes. "Keep talking. Anger me. Do things you know I would never approve of. You think it hurts with distance." He snorted. "I gave you a way out. You choose to stay. I own you. You are mine. More mine then I am yours. Equal to an extent. Displease me and I don't need to touch you." Angry at seeing her in pain, he pulled her to him, licking over the nerves soothing her. Showing he wasn't displeased, soothing away the hurt. "It'll only end with me angry, Princess. I said I wanted a mate, and I meant that. My mate with behave properly."
Buffy whimpered softly as his tongue soothed her neck, the pain easing quickly. Still whimpering slightly she leaned against him, her face buried in his neck, voice a whisper over his flesh, "I'm not good at following rules Angelus it's the only reason I'm still alive, cause I didn't follow the councils rules. I don't know if I can be what you want." Hiding her face from him, still deep in his neck she licked his neck over her bite and nuzzled it softly.
* Angelus sighed wearily. "It's not hard to please me Princess, you'll know when your doing something you shouldn't be." He kissed the mark, letting his fangs drift over it, not realising he had shifted. Smirking when she moaned and shuddered, he thrust his hip gently reminding her he was still hard and buried deep with in her body. "Ready to ride, Baby?"
Buffy sat up and looked at him, her eyes slightly wondering as she lent down to kiss him incredibly softly, her lips simply brushing over his before leaning back again string to thrust on his body again, moving slowly, finding a rhythm before speeding up her hands bracing herself on his shoulders. Her face showed her uncertainty at what she was downing, but she kept moving until she found something that felt good and then continued doing it. Rising up on him slowly her muscles clenching down on him tightly, then sliding back down faster, taking him deep into her body, her eyes locked with his, ignoring the blush that stained her face and chest.
* Angelus smiled at her, brushing away the strands of hair from her face. "Perfect Baby... you were born for this." He leans in kissing her, meeting her thrusts while his hands moved to her breasts, fingers finding taunt nipples to tease and play with. "So beautiful, my Slayer..." He murmurs landing feathery kisses along her face.
Buffy nodded, agreeing to his claim and laughed softly before murmuring, "The vampire's Slayer and the Slayer's vampire huh?" Pulling back to look at him again she gave him a rueful smile, "The council is gonna have fits no matter what you say about a set up they were trying to get me killed, not-not mated." Kissing his again she invited his tongue into her mouth with a moan before rubbing hers against his fangs, cutting herself on it, a small trickle of blood escaping.
* Angelus purred loudly, when she accepted his claim, confirming it with given blood. He sucked hungrily at her tongue, turning them over, beginning to thrust into her fully, hard pounding in him rhythm, wanting to see her cum. Wanting her to scream his name.
Buffy relaxed slightly when he rolled them, much more comfortable in following his lead. Kissing him deeply she tasted her blood on his tongue and much to her surprise found it to be an incredibly erotic feeling, "Please" she whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist again, pulling him tight into her body, gasping as he was able to drive deeper. Her fingers found his hair to pull his face to her throat, her own face nuzzled into his in return, licking and sucking at the skin of his neck, "Bite me Angelus? Please bite me."
* Angelus thrust harder, driving her closer and closer, he was tired of playing tired of waiting, "Cum... cum for me Princess... cum like a good little girl... cum all over my hard cock... make me squirt my seed deep inside you tight hot wet little body." He urged sinking his fangs into her. Buffy screamed his name against his neck before her teeth closed around his neck, biting down hard enough to once again draw blood. Bucking up to meet him she tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him as close as possible as she came around him, her muscles clenching down desperately hard on his cock. "Angelus please." Her words were a scream of pleasure before she bit his neck again.
* Angelus drank thirstily not worried he'd drain her, thrusting again and again, growling as her human teeth sunk into his flesh, making him cum, hard, spewing his seed deep with in her body. Setting her off around him again. "Soo good Princess... so good..." He purred for her, showing his pleasure with her.
Buffy could feel unconsciousness beckoning and fought against it, he eyes fighting to open. Tightening incredibly heavy arms around his body she licked the small amount of blood that was seeping from her bite on his neck, the taste and power of it making her head spin further as she proceeded to suck lightly on it, her tongue lapping at his flesh, moans making there way from her throat to their ears.
* Angelus rolled away, tapping her line to his blood. Stopping her drinking. "Sleep Princess, it's time to sleep." He pulled her close, purring as he kissed her, holding her tight. "I'm here, I'm not going any where, you're safe in my arms. With me always." He promised, the slight protective oath, comforting them both.
Buffy snuggled as closer to him as she could, her eyes already closed as she asked him in a sleepy voice, her brain obviously already much more than half asleep, "Promise you won't leave? You'll keep me safe always? Be my guardian angel?"
* Angelus kissed her hair, holding her tighter to his body. "Always Princess, your mine now... now and forever." His purr deepen to a soft rumble as he drifted off, with no intentions of releasing her. Ever.
Buffy snuggled at close as she could and listening to his rumbling purr she drifted of to sleep, her face pressed over her make on his neck, breath brushing over it in a warm caress.
