SERIES : the Trilogy
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel, Spike/Dru
[ALSO minor pairings: Spike/Faith, Raith/Riley, Willow/Oz]
RATING: Althought a few parts
are R or PG14, the majority of this fic are NC17.
SPOILERS : I Will Remember You
& my fic the
Challenge, & the Aftermath
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
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PART 23 (NC17 – the Moon)
“Angel?
What are you doing?”
“I’m
carrying my bride over the threshold, isn’t that the tradition? Seems silly,
but I figured you’d want that, but I don’t have to, if you do…” She put her
hands around his neck and pulled him to her. Their lips collided in blinding
passion and their tongues touched. He sucked on her bottom lip gently and she
giggled.
“It’s
perfect.” He took out a cloth and began putting it over her eyes. “Now what are
you doing?”
“I have
a surprise for you, you have to put this on, it’s just a blindfold.”
“Angel…”
“Do you
trust me?”
“Yes,
completely.”
“Good,
cause that trust thing we should’ve worked out before the wedding, before you
put the ring on your finger, anyway, I have a surprise, so close your eyes.” He
placed it over her eyes and tied it around her head. “Okay, now I’m going to
carry you over the threshold.”
“Okay,
don’t hit my head.”
“I
wouldn’t do that.” He kissed her on the forehead and lifted her up in his arms.
She heard the door open and close behind them. “Okay, here’s a chair, sit
down.” He helped her to sit. She could smell flowers although she wasn’t sure
what kind they were.
“Buffy?”
“What
now?”
“Buffy,
I want to tell you something, I should have talked to you about this before,
but… it just got put off, and I… I should have talked to you about this
before…”
“Angel,
you’re scaring me, just tell me and can I take this off?”
He took
her hands in his. “No, I don’t… I can’t tell you this to your face.”
“Angel,
you can tell me anything.”
“No, I
can’t… not this. Buffy, the first time we made love, I wasn’t there to wake up
with you.”
“Angel,
that’s in the past.”
“No, not
to me. Buffy, it was your first time and you should have had someone there, to
comfort you and make sure you were okay, instead you got a psycho stalker
ex-boyfriend, and that’s been bothering me for a while.”
“Ang…”
“Please,
let me finish.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,
anyway, that’s been bothering me, and then when we were together, when I was mortal
before, I wasn’t there again when you woke up… and I want you to know that’s
never going to happen again. That’s not what I want to say, it should have been
different, we know that… I should have been there, and I know it’s not my
fault, I’m not playing the blame game again, I’ve been there, done that, it
wasn’t very much fun… but this time we’re going to do it right, and I’ve worked
out something very special for us, I just hope you trust me.”
“Angel?
I do trust you, and that’s all in the past, we’ve moved on, moved past all that
junk that was no good for us, it’s not good for Tara Anne either, she doesn’t
have to know about that, not until much later. Angel, I don’t regret anything
that made this possible. I don’t… I know we probably should, all the people
that died, all the horrible things that happened, all the hurt and the pain,
but I don’t because I see it was all necessary to bring us together. If it
hadn’t happened, your humanity wouldn’t have been given back, or you wouldn’t
have your strength, and we couldn’t be together, all that matters is now, is
the future, and that’s including both of us.”
“I
know.”
“So
what’s up with the blindfold?”
“Well, I
thought that this might be fun…”
“What?” He
leaned over, and she felt his breath on her face before his lips made contact.
He moved his tongue freely inside her mouth and she let him poke and pry. She
felt shivers down her back as he began kissing her neck and gently caressing
her shoulders. He was kissing her, nibbling on her ear and then he was gone.
“Angel?”
“What’s
this?” She felt something soft touching her lips, moving slowly down her chin
and neck, until it made contact with where her shirt separated the air from her
soft skin.
“A rose,
it’s a rose. What color?”
“It’s
the pink that your prom dress was.”
“My prom
dress, you remember?”
“Of
course I do. I remember everything.”
“I do
too, finally, I can remember, and not cry.”
“I know…
I mean, I understand.”
“No, you
know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“I do.”
“Those
are the best words you could ever say to me.”
“What
about, I love you.”
“Well,
those too.” She felt his lips, warm, connecting with her skin, tracing down to
the shirt line once more, she felt his tongue trying to move the shirt out of
the way, trying to go beyond where the mouth couldn’t.
He
looked at her; her lips were slightly parted, wondering what he would do next.
He watched her sitting there, waiting, her chest was moving up and down,
slightly exaggerated, excited, anticipating his touch, his caress. He stood
beside the table and picked up a piece of the chocolate and walked to her.
“Open
your mouth.” She did and he put the chocolate in her mouth and she caught his
finger with it and kissed him as he withdrew.
“Mmmm,
this is delicious.”
“Let me
try.” He leaned over her and placed his hand on her belly and his mouth found
hers once more. They exchanged the taste of the chocolate and his hand slowly
found it’s way under her shirt. “I’m going to undo these buttons now, if that’s
okay.” He began unbuttoning her shirt and her breathing was more exaggerated
now. He slipped the shirt off and he wrapped his hands around her and picked
her up. She wrapped his legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed.
“Take in
a deep breath.” She did and he watched as she exhaled slowly.
“What’s
that smell? Where am I?”
“You’re
on a bed of rose petals.”
“What?”
She felt
under her, and the whole bed was covered in flower petals. “What color are they?
Describe it to me Angel.”
“Well…”
he took a petal and ran it over her chest and stomach now, “well… some are
pink, a soft pink, others are lavender, a light lavender, and some are yellow,
a nice bright as the sun yellow, and there are some white ones.”
“Any red
ones?”
“No,
it’s not my favorite color anymore.”
“Good…
Angel?”
He had
stopped touching her and she desperately wanted him to. She could sense her own
arousal, and she wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, to make mad passionate
love to her. He was doing it purposely, she needed his hands on her body.
“Angel? Where are you?” Suddenly, she felt his large hands slip under her back
and he undid the clasps holding her bra in place and he removed it. She was
bare and she felt his breath slightly above her skin, it was warm and suspended
above her. She reached up toward him, and was surprised when she made contact
with his bare skin. She moved her hands around him and pulled him toward her,
but he resisted.
“Not
yet… put your hands down.”
“But
Angel... I need you in...”
“Shhh,
trust me.” She did so, and he took the rose once more and traced it on her lips
and down her neck to her breasts and he circled them a couple times before
continuing to her navel. He leaned closer to her, and she gasped as he began
suckling her breast. He could smell the scent of the flowers around them and he
swirled his tongue around her nipple, flicking it as it hardened. She moaned
softly and her hands sprinkled flower petals over them. His tongue traced down
to her navel and her hands ran through his hair. He moved his hands to her
skirt and slipped it down around her hips and took it off. Her panties were
purple and he slipped them down too. He stood up, himself naked as well, and
looked at her. She was so beautiful, she lay there in a bed of roses and she
looked like an angel. Her skin was wonderfully soft and tanned, the contours of
her body were exquisite and he just stood, admiring her.
“Angel?”
“I’m
right here.”
“What
are you doing?”
“I was
just thinking how amazing you are, and how lucky I am to have you to look at
for the rest of my life.”
“Even
longer than that.”
“How do
you figure?” He asked, as he sat beside her on the best and put one hand on the
other side of her to hold himself up. He looked down at her and as she spoke he
grazed her skin with his tongue, gently kissing her.
“Well,
we’ve already seen that we can beat death to be together, and I mean, even in
death, you were still mine, and even if we die, we’ll still be together, cause
that’s what’s to be, we’ll always be together, the Powers That Be told us so,
they said we were to be together, forever.”
“Forever.”
He leaned down and kissed her once more.
She was
tingling all over; her senses were more alert than ever. The flowers smelled
and the taste of the chocolate and his kiss lingered in her mouth. She felt
like she was melting.
“Angel,”
she said as his mouth once again found her breast.
“Mmm?”
“Kissing
you is like breathing, I can’t stop. Your kisses make me… melty.”
“Melty?”
“Yeah…
melty and all, tingly inside.”
“Now
there’s somewhere I haven’t been.” She quivered and she parted her legs gently
as his fingers moved from her deep thigh inside her sheath to her
ever-moistening heated core.
He moved his fingers, rubbing gently and rhythmically. He
wanted to taste her, his game was working on her, but also on him. He needed to
touch her, so he moved his tongue within her fiery core and began kissing and
sucking her gently at first, whispering secrets to her inside. Her breathing
quickened. Her hands grasped his head, pushing him into her further.
She had to remember to breathe, whenever he did this, she
had to remember to breathe, she got so lost in the moment, she was gasping for
air. His tongue moving around, kissing her, sucking, nibbling, his hands on her
body, on her thighs, massaging her buttocks, she was dizzy and she was shaking.
Breathe. She was blindfolded, her senses were heightened, she felt everything
more deeply than ever before. Sensations of her lover’s tongue teasing and
taunting her swollen insides attacked her. Her fingers began shaking and her
whole body was tense, as he brought her to orgasm and he continued sucking and
licking even after she came.
He tasted her warmth, lapped up the juices her body
provided him and he crawled up over her and kissed her. She moved into his
mouth, to taste the riches he brought with him. He reached up and took off the
blindfold and she smiled up at him and kissed him once more as she moved her
hands down to him. She toyed with him lightly and she invited him into her. He
obliged.
He entered inside and she flipped over onto him to take
the top. She sat straight up to take what she wanted and she wanted it all. His
hands molded her breasts and massaged her nipples. Her fingers traced along the
muscles on his chest, tickling him, she bent over and kissed his bare chest.
She began moving, riding him, gently at first, making him move inside, where
she wanted him. He moved with her.
He could feel her around him, moist, hot, squeezing him
in all the right ways. They were moving together, in perfect harmony. He saw
stars, lights, colors he’d never imagined existed.
He filled her completely, like no other. When he was
inside, she couldn’t tell where her body ended and where his began, they were
one, part of each other. True soul mates in every sense of words and silence.
He flipped her over and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him inside,
farther than ever. She kissed him and felt the waves of emotions, flying by
her, watching the colors. He was sweating and she was kissing. He spilled his
life into her, a warm white rush of energy and love. She welcomed any part of
him into her.
They lay there, resting, catching up with their minds,
with their bodies, waiting for the sensations to slow. They made love that
night, over and over. Her and her lover, her husband, her friend. She lay in
his encompassing arms, safe.
“Angel?”
“Mmmm?”
“You know what I want?”
“You couldn’t possibly, I mean, not that I won’t…”
“No, I’m spent, pleasantly numb in fact.”
“Me too, it’s a great feeling. What is it you want?”
“You, forever.”
“You got me.”
He never wanted this moment to end. She had her head on
his chest once again, listening and she was crying. He didn’t have to ask why,
he knew, he felt it too, beating inside him. He was alive and he was holding
the most amazing person he’d ever met, one he’d only ever dreamed of, one whom
he owed his life, one who had given him the happiest moments of his existence,
one who never ceased to amaze and delight.
“So what’s next?”
“What?”
“Well, we got married, we have our baby, a life… what’s
next? Where do Buffy and Angel go from here?”
“Into the sunset Angel, of course, don’t you watch
movies? We ride off into the sunset, and we can do that now.”
“Yes, we can. Buffy?”
“Yes?”
“You still my angel?”
“No Angel, you’re mine.”
“You still my girl?”
“Always.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms that night,
pleasantly numb.
‘Bottom line is, even if you see ‘em coming, you’re not ready
for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it
does. So, what, are we helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come,
can’t help that. It’s what you do afterward that counts. That’s when you find
out who you are.’
Who knows what will happen next? You can never know.
That’s the point. Forever is a giant expanse of time and there is too much to
know, to ever know anything. You have to go with the flow, follow the paths of
love and friendship, for without them you are nothing. I know that, I am the
creator, I am the greatest power that is. I can create life, and destroy it,
then I can give it back, but you are in charge of your destiny. I can show you
your errors, if you want to see, and I can show you your pain, if you allow me
in, but you must choose. He chose, she did too, and I float above, watching my
lovers, the part of myself I have been missing. They fell asleep in each
other’s arms that night, pleasantly numb.
I think back to something he once told me, not to myself,
but his dark secrets, the ones his soul whispered to me, the ones that told me
he was worthy. I think of how right he was.
‘Passion. It lies in us all...sleeping...waiting...and
though unwanted...unbidden...it will stir...open it's jaws and howl. It speaks
to us...guides us...passion rules us all...and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the
source of our finest moments...the joy of love...the clarity of hatred... and
the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion... maybe
we'd know some kind of peace. But we
would be hollow...empty rooms... shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be
truly dead.’
~el Fin~