the Aftermath

Parts 9-12

 

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.”

 

 

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