SERIES : the
Trilogy
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel, Spike/Dru
[ALSO minor pairings: Spike/Faith, Raith/Riley, Willow/Oz]
OVERALL RATING : Parts 3,6,9 are
rated NC17. Part 28 is rated R. Otherwise, parts are rated PG14.
SPOILERS : I Will Remember You
& my fic the Challenge
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.
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PART 9 (NC17 – Fantasy)
She
looked so cute in those pajamas, her hair up, all blond and gorgeous.
“Angel?”
“Mmmm?”
“I think
it’s time you moved into the big boy human category and put up some mirrors, ya
know unless of course it would be too traumatic, what with seeing your
reflection and all.”
“You
want to check your hair?”
“Well,
that and maybe some make-up.”
“You
don’t need any, you’re perfect just the way you are.”
“Well, I
won’t argue on that point because we have different opinions, we can agree to
disagree.”
“So,
what’s in the bags?”
“Well, I
have some strawberries, and M&M’s, and peanut butter and fluff, that’s
always a good combo, also some honey, because it’s good with peanut butter too,
although not as good as the fluff, but they are definite mixy things, then I
got some whip cream and we should really branch out into the real food
categories, huh?”
“Isn’t
this real food?”
“No,
this is junk food, the stuff that will rot your teeth and make you sick, but
that’s okay, healthy doses, we have to find a balance, hence the strawberries,
of course, they go with the whip cream, but I’m flexible.”
“Are
you?” He asked, nuzzling into the nape of her neck and kissing her softly.
“You
wanna find out?”
“I’m
dying to.”
“Please
don’t.”
“Oh, bad
joke, sorry.”
“Let’s
see, what else? I got some popcorn and ooo, some of those little cracker
thingies that have the little sprinkles on them, I guess they’re really
cookies, but I’m not a really technical person. Hmmm,” he moved his hands under her shirt and his hands found
her silk breasts, they fit so perfect in his hands. It was like she was made
for him. “Mmmm… seems like someone isn’t really hungry.”
“Oh, I’m
hungry, just not for that stuff.”
“Oh,
well, I was thinking we could try having dinner like a normal couple, do the
whole sit down and eat thing…”
“We can
sit down and eat, I’ll use you as my plate, you’d make a very good plate.”
“You
think? I kinda always imagined myself as a mixing bowl, or a really nice spoon,
or a spork.”
“A
spork?”
“God,
have you never eaten at Kentucky Fried Chicken? I guess no, huh? A spork is a
spoon and fork, both together… a spork.”
“Oh,
well I’ll tell you something, you’ve got a really nick set of… bowls… shall we
say?”
“Oh you
think so?”
“I do.”
“Well, I
guess you’re the expert, I mean… how would I know, I don’t go around feeling
other girls chests.”
“I don’t
either, just yours.”
“That
better be true, mister.”
“You are
the only girl for me Buffy, the only one. In my two and half centuries, you’re
the only girl I have ever loved, the only one I will ever love, forever.”
It was a
dream. She had remembered when he had come back from LA and she was in the club
dancing, trying to move on. It had been so hard and now she had all she ever
wanted, all she could ever want. His fingers were brushing her nipples ever so
slightly and it sent chills down her spine. He was perfect, he was human and he
loved her now, could be with her, make love to her. He had been so tender and
gentle the past two weeks, sweet love with passion. She couldn’t help
remembering what he had looked like in the leather pants. She smiled.
He was
breathing on her neck while she was making strawberry shortcakes. “Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“Would
you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Would
you wear the leather pants?”
“The
pants? Why?”
“Because
I like ‘em.”
“Oh
yeah?”
“Oh yeah,
big turn on. I wanted to jump you right there, actually right here, huh? Evil
or not… I wanted you to just throw me into the wall and rip off my clothes.”
“So
what’s the point of putting on the pants if they are just coming off anyway?”
“Oh,
just because I like them, and you love me.”
“I do
and if that’s what you want, I don’t need the pants.”
“Serious?”
“Are
you?”
“Yes.”
She met his eyes and she knew it was coming.
She
wanted him to throw her up against the wall? He had never thought about it,
well he had, but that was something he had done with Dru, not Buffy, never with
Buffy. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she wanted it, so he would, her eyes
were sure. He took in a deep breath and jerked her around and his mouth found
hers and he forged his tongue deep into her mouth. She answered his passion
with her own. He slowly backed up toward the wall and threw her arms above her
head and held them there with one hand, and his other grabbed her pajama top
and he looked down and started laughing.
“What?
Angel?”
“I’m
sorry, I can’t do this with the bunny pajamas Buffy, how can I take you
seriously? I mean you couldn’t look more not serious if you were in a duck
costume.” She was hurt, he could see it, she was in the moment and he had
ruined it, he stopped laughing and put on his most serious face. His brooding,
creature of the night, I’m-a-vampire-and-I’m-pissed face and ordered, “loose
the pajamas.”
Then he
watched as she put her hands to the collar of the pajamas and she yanked on it
and the buttons popped off and it fell to the floor. “Oh, not exactly what I
meant, but it certainly caught my attention.” He followed suit and ripped her
pants off, she was naked underneath. He lunged for her and she put her hand out
and stopped him. What was she playing at? He thought that’s what she wanted.
She leaned up and kissed him gently and put her hands on his shoulders, under
the tank top and ripped it off. She then got close to him and squatted down and
put her fingers on his boxers and slowly pulled them down to the floor. He
could feel her breath on his body and she was instantly aware of how much he
wanted her. She slowly stood up and met his eyes with hers. She put her hands
on his bare shoulders and pushed him to his knees. She put a foot up on his
shoulder and he looked straight ahead into her body, she was swollen, she was
ready for him.
“Take
off my slippers?” She said and he moved his hand upward and placed it on the
inside of her thigh and moved it toward her foot and took the slipper off. She
did the same with the other leg and just stood there. “Is that better?” She
said with a look that called to him, take me now.
“Much.”
He was ready for her, wanted to be inside, but she wanted him to throw her up
against the wall, so that’s what he was going to do. He stood up and lunged at
her grabbing her arms and holding them above her with one arm. With the other,
he slowly moved down and inserted his fingers into her being and she moaned
while he fondled with her and kissed her. He released her arms and brought his
hands under her arms and picked her up to him and she threw her arms around his
neck. Her breasts smashed against his chest, they were so warm, like satin.
He
carried her over to the counter and pushed the bags out of his way. He heard a
crash. “Oops.”
She just
started laughing as he sat her on top. “Those would be the eggs for breakfast,
or rather they were.”
He was
laughing too. “Not a good idea for the counter, huh?”
“What is
this with us? We’re like the three stooges meets Debbie does Dallas, with some
Lucy and Ethel thrown in for fun.”
“Huh?”
“Oh,
sorry, pop culture references… it means we’re pathetic… we’ll have to try being
serious some other day, huh?”
“Well,
we could try for three? But I seriously doubt it.” He was still laughing and he
buried his head into her breasts.
“Well,
we’re naked, we have a clean counter and lots of whip cream and fluff.”
“Hmmm,
what can we do?”
“Back to
the plate idea?”
“Sounds
good.” She leaned over to the floor and picked up the fallen strawberry shortcakes
and a thing of whip cream. She shook it up and squirted some at him. He jumped
back laughing and it landed on his chest and she leaned over and licked it off.
She shook it some more sprayed some on her navel and he leaned in and his mouth
found her stomach. She leaned back on the counter and he covered her in the
whip cream. She was moaning and twisting as he did his work on her and when he
resurfaced from her, his face was practically covered in melting whip cream and
she just started laughing, she couldn’t help it.
“If I
thought you were scary before with your vamp face, you should see yourself
now.”
He
cracked up while she did and he jumped up on the counter and sat next to her.
“This
just isn’t going to work out Angel, I’m in a weird mood.”
“We can…
vegg? Is that it?”
“Very
good.”
“We can
vegg in the buff can’t we?”
“Of
course, we kind of have to, my pajamas are torn in half.”
“Right,
you know until the eggs crashing on the floor, it was working for me.”
“Me
too.” She leaned over and kissed him. “I’ll clean up the eggs. I guess we’ll
have toast again for breakfast.”
“Maybe
by then we’ll be over the gigglies and we can have a quickie for breakfast.”
“Maybe.”
PART 10 (R – Scheming)
Her body
was on fire, he lay below her, his hands moving about her body, twisting and
pinching her skin. He rarely let her have the control and most of the time she
liked him to be the aggressor, but he was submissive this time. He had told her
to take what she wanted, so she was, moving, forcing herself onto him, pushing
him further inside. She could usually feel it coming before it actually came
and she stopped.
“Dru,
baby?” She fell on top of him, her hair in his face and he put his arms around
her and waited for her to come back to him.
“Oh,
it’s all wrong… mmm…” she was getting upset, she started flipping her hand a
little and began sobbing, “it’s all wrong… wrong… mmm…. Mmm… Spike…”
“Baby,
what? Tell me… we can fix it.” He had to calm her down, if she got too upset,
she’ll be useless for days, sometimes she’d retreat, go quiet when things
didn’t work out… her visions weren’t perfect, but they were nothing if not
accurate. “Baby?”
“Mmmm…
it’s wrong…”
“Dru?!”
He sat up, and took her with him and experienced mild discomfort, as he was
still inside her. “Look at me baby…” he lifted her head to his and stared into
her eyes, full of fear. “Look at Spike, we’ll fix it, tell me what you see,
come back to me, tell me, I’ll make it right.”
It was
his job to protect her, make things as right as they could be for her. He
wanted her happy, it was all that mattered, all that ever had, not even the
blood took precedence over his Dru.
“Spike…
it’s the girl, the one from before, she has other plans now Spike… she’s in
love… we have to find her soon, we have to get her before he does.”
“Now,
that’s better, I’ll take care of it. MAX!” He bellowed.
He heard
his master calling him, he ran upstairs to their chambers where the mistress
had taken him two days earlier. She had told him not to bother her, but his
master was calling and he ran. “Yes master?”
“MAX, we
need to find a girl, Dru will tell you what she looks like.”
“Okay,
yes sir.” He looked at the mistress, he had imagined what she looked like under
those dresses she liked so much, but he had never seen. He was told who to find
by the mistress, he stared at her while she spoke, she was so gentle and kind,
he wanted her.
“NOW GET
OUT!” His master screamed.
“Yes
sir.”
“Is that
better love?”
“Yes…”
“I told
you I would make it better.”
“Quite. Now
I’m going down to help Max.” She stood up.
“Like
bloody hell you are!” He held onto her arm and pulled her back to him. “You
have to finish what you started!”
“I’m
done.” She said as she yanked her arm away and grabbed her robe. He jumped up
and beat her to the door.
“Well
I’m not,” and he grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. He was angry and his
face now showed her he meant business. He pulled her close to him and forced
her mouth open with his tongue, to taste her sweet delights. She bit down hard
and it hurt, he growled at her.
“You’re
being naughty, not listening to mummy Spike.” She reached down and grabbed him
and squeezed hard and he screamed with agony and delight. “You know what
happens to bad boys.”
She
could feel his need rising again and she had lied. She let the robe slip down
to the ground and she jumped up on him, legs around his waist, and squeezed
them around him as tight as she could. He moaned in pain and kissed her again.
He carried her to the table and the stones were cold to her naked bottom, which
sent chills down her spine. She leaned back and his mouth found its way down
her body where he tasted the little warmth she possessed. She was pulling on
his head to come up and to finish what he started, but now it was she who was
being punished.
“Spike,
please… please Spike…” she was begging him to force himself into her. Her body
was on fire and she needed to squeeze herself around him. “SPIKE! PLEASE!”
She was
screaming, begging for mercy of which he had none, but it was getting painful
for him too, so he obliged. His mouth met hers and moved her back more on the
table, so he could climb on. He forced himself inside and felt her tighten
around him, she locked her legs around his waist as he found her core. He could
feel it. He moved in and out, twisting and turning, finding out what she
screamed for and what she smiled at.
When it
was done, she lay beside her Spike. She tickled him with her fingers and he ran
his fingers through her hair. “Spike?”
“Yes
love?”
“I think
we should pay Buffy a visit.”
“That’s
a wonderful idea, love, I knew you wouldn’t fail me.”
“No,
Spike, I never do.” She said, as the sun rose.
PART 11 (PG – A New Morning)
They
woke in the morning at nine. She was curled up on the floor, and he was curled
around her. The sun came in the window and baked the apartment. He hadn’t ever
known it could be so intensely bright and warm.
“Buffy?”
He asked as he began grazing her bare shoulders with his tongue.
“Mmmm…”
she was waking up.
“Come
back to me… wake up love, I need you,” he whispered.
“Mmmm…
morning.”
“Morning.”
“I like
the waking up part, where you are next to me. I never got to do that before,
you were gone when I woke up.”
“I know…
I like this part too. Buffy?” he stopped, did he want to say it? He did.
“Buffy,
move in with me.”
“Huh?”
“OH,
like you weren’t waiting for that, you act so surprised… but you know… those
are the things that couples do, remember? Drawers? Toothbrushes? Things like
that.”
“I
remember, but the last time I think I scared you.”
“What?”
“Well,
the last time I suggested drawers you told me you were moving.”
“Different
circumstances, those were different circumstances, entirely different
circumstances.”
“I know,
but you do seem to have some commitment issues.” He sat up, she followed suit.
“Commitment
issues?”
“Well,
in 240 years you never settled down, sounds like commitment problems.” She
smiled and he laughed and stood up. “Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“Want
company?”
“To
pee?”
“Oh,
well, you could pee and I could shower.”
“Want
company?”
“To shower?”
“To coin
a Sunnydale High phrase, duh?”
“Sure.”
She
needed him, she loved him and had to tell him that. He hadn’t known it, he
couldn’t know it, but she did and she would show him. The last time she had
been here, it was only a couple months ago, it hadn’t gone too well, she had
run. ‘Wimp! It’s just a slayer!’ She thought, she was just here to get her man
and leave, maybe reek a little havoc, not much, but just enough.
“Angel?”
“Yeah?”
He was sitting at the table, having his toast and captain crunch.
“I’m
leaving.”
“What?”
“NO! I’m sorry, we really have
to work on that… I’m going to class, I’ve missed like two weeks, so I should actually
show up there before I flunk out of my first year of college, I mean, talk
about mom having a problem with my back-from-the-undead boyfriend she’s have a
fit if I failed because of you. So I’m going to class, and you’re wearing blue,
what happened to the black?”
“I
thought I’d be different, keep you on your toes.”
“Oh, I
like it, but I’m always on my toes with you, or my knees or the counter…”
“Yeah,
yeah, yeah, get to class, I’ll meet you later?”
“K. Love
you.” She walked to him smiling and put her arms around him. He leaned up and
met her mouth, it was so perfect. “Ooo, captain crunch.”
“This
stuff is great!”
“I know.
Bye.”
“Bye.”
He resumed his breakfast and she just stood there. “You’re not leaving.”
“I was
thinking about it, I have five minutes though, so comere.”
“Buffy,
to class, go…”
“Going…”
and she left.
“WILL!
Hey!”
“Hey
Buffy! How’s it going?”
“Good.
You?”
“Oh,
it’s been great, actually Oz and I were thinking of bronzing tonight for old
time sake, wanna join us, we’ll get the gang together?”
“Yeah,
sounds great, but I guess I’ll have to patrol too, but most evil doesn’t come out until after eight anyway.”
“Is that
from the slayer rule book?”
“No,
it’s wishful thinking, but I think it’s a good rule to petition for.” They walked
into class and took their seats. Dr. Ward had taken over for Dr. Walsh, he was
okay, but he didn’t get along with the assistants and wasn’t as interesting.
Class was over and Buffy and Willow were talking about the plans for that
night.
“Ooo,
Buffy, watch out, ex-boyfriend approaching fast.” Buffy turned and Riley came
up to her.
“Buffy.”
“Riley,
how are you?”
“You
care?”
“Of
course I do Riley, it’s just… I want us to be friends, if we can, you helped me
a lot.”
“Buffy,
if it’s about Faith, how would I have known?” They started walking out of the
room and Riley was walking with her.
“Riley,
it’s not you, it’s me, it’s that I have other things that aren’t finished, that
won’t be… nothing having to do with Faith. We jus…” She felt two hands creep
around her waist. She remembered how many times Riley had done that when she
had wished it had been Angel. She knew it was him this time.
PART 12 (PG - Confrontations)
“Hi
Buffy. Miss me?”
“Hi
Angel, I did.”
“Who is HE
Buffy? He’s the guy from the bronze, the other night, you don’t have to put on
a show for me Buffy, let’s just put Faith behind us, she’s over, old news. And
why are you kissing him?” She stopped midkiss and realized she was being mean.
“Riley,”
she took a deep breath, “Riley, this is Angel, my fiancé, Angel, this is
Riley.”
“Nice to
meet you.” Angel extended a hand and Riley just stood there.
“Buffy,
you told me once before you were getting married, remember, to a guy named
Spike who was totally old, does this ring a bell, look at my face, it’s not a
scared face, it’s an I-love-you face, an I’m-sorry face.”
Angel
backed off, “Buffy, why don’t I meet you at the dorm in a little while.”
“Angel,
you don’t have t… okay… I’ll see you later.” She kissed him on the cheek and he
left with Willow.
“Riley,
I wasn’t honest with you before. I never told you really about my high school
years.”
“No, you
didn’t, why don’t you start. Is that guy from high school?”
“Actually,
he’s from 18th century Ireland.”
“Huh?”
“Angel
was a vampire. We met while I was in high school, our high school was on the
Hellmouth, you’ve been there, and he came to help us, and I guess we kind of
fell in love.”
“You
fell in love with a vampire?”
“Yes, I
know, ironic, twisted, whatever… anyway…”
“What do
you mean, ‘was’?”
“Well,
when we beat Adam, the Powers That Be gave him his humanity back.”
“So
where was he before this?”
“He was
in LA. You see, in 1898 he was cursed by gypsies because he killed one of their
daughters, so they restored his soul which made him care about what he had
done. In high school, he ended up loosing his soul and started killing more
people again, and I had to stab him and send him to hell and he came back from
hell, with his soul and he left after graduation so he wouldn’t hurt me and so
I could meet someone who was normal and I met you.”
“So?”
“So,
Riley, I do care about you, but I’ll never love anyone like I love Angel, and
we’re getting married, now he’s human, we can grow old together and have
children and I want to spend my life with him. I’m sorry, I know I should have
told you about him, but what could I’ve said, I’m in love with a vampire?”
“So, who
is that guy?”
“Oh,
Riley? He’s from Iowa.”
“Willow,
that’s not what I meant.” He watched her try to squirm her way out of an
explanation.
“Well,
Riley is a this teacher’s assistant for Dr. Walsh and he’s in the initiative
and tha…”
“And him
and Buffy were lovers.”
“I
didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t
have to Willow. I never thought, I mean, I wanted her to move on and find
someone who could give her a normal life. I knew I wouldn’t like it, but it’s
what I wanted, someone she could grow old with, someone who cou…”
“I know
Angel, but now that someone is you, and might I say that shirt looks great on
you. The color works with your natural color.”
“My
natural color was white.”
“Was,
being the important word, now you’re nice and tanned.”
“Willow,
you’re avoiding the subject. Does Buffy love Riley?”
“She
loves you.”
“But did
she, was she in love with him?”
“I don’t
know, there was sparkage, but I don’t know if she loved him yet, but I think he
loved her. I don’t know, she never really talked about it. I don’t think she
was ready to admit that she was moving on, she didn’t want to, of course she
couldn’t come to take the ring off, so I don’t know…”
“Willow,
he said something about Faith?”
“Yeah,
Faith woke up, switched her body with Buffy’s, then slept with Riley, then a
few vampires took some people at church hostage and Buffy and Faith showed up,
killed the vampires and then fought and Buffy switched the bodies back with a
spell and Faith took off, we don’t know where to.”
“Wow!
Like six months goes by and so much changes, I don’t even think that much
changed in the 24 years before I was changed.”
“Oh, I
wouldn’t say that, I mean that whole colonization of America was a pretty big
thing.”
“Oh,
yeah, I forgot about that.”
“It
happens.”
“Willow?”
“Yeah?”
“Should I ask Buffy about
him?”
“I think
that’s between you and Buffy.”
They had
gotten the call from Willow not ten minutes ago, party at the Bronze with the
whole Scooby gang reunited.
“You
feel up to a party honey? I don’t want you to wear yourself out, what with the
baby, I don’t think that a lot of partying and demons is good, prenatal stress
and all that.”
She
looked at him, “Xander, have you actually been reading baby books? You know way
too much about this.”
“Well,
Anya, you are having a baby, my baby and I just needed to adjust, I mean I’d
never thought about having children, not now anyway, but you’re pregnant and I
love you.”
“I was
hoping you’d say that Xander, I love you too.” She kissed him. “I think one
night of partying will be okay, and besides I want to get to know some of your
other friends.”
“No you
don’t.”
“Why?”
“You
don’t want to know the mystery that is Cordelia and you don’t want to make nice
with dead-boy, and who else, his freak demon friend, and Oz?”
“I already
know Oz a little and anyway, Angel seems really nice.”
“Yeah
when he’s not maiming and murdering teachers.”
“He’s
not like that anymore.”
“How do
you know?”
“Because
he’s not a vampire anymore Xander, and you shouldn’t hold it against him.”
“Well,
I’m sorry, but you know something, he killed and tortured people I care about
and he left Buffy, and…”
“And
Xander, I did horrible things too and you love me, so why can’t you forgive
him?”
“I don’t
know.” He looked at her and she caressed his cheek. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe
you should try, for Buffy’s sake.”
“Maybe.”