Angelus was a source of constant surprise. This time it was revealed that he knew how to cook. "Wasn't my idea to learn," he assured me. "Whimpering soul boy thought it was a nice advantage to have."
After finishing my ham and cheese omelett and toast, I set down my fork and propped up my elbows on the table. I glanced over at Angelus. He was sitting across the average-sized kitchen table, reading a newspaper. It dawned on me that this kitchen table was probably the only average-sized piece in this entire castle. He didn't take his eyes off his paper as he lifted his mug, full of steaming liquid to his mouth and took a sip.
I tilted my head to the side and leaned my chin against my hand. I had to think of something to say to him. The awkward, sweaty situation I kept falling in to were making it increasingly hard for me to hate him, and I knew that if I could just piss him off or something, he'd give me a reason to fight his alluring gaze and naturally sensual charms.
But how could I piss him off? No, the very act of pissing him off would be simple. I mean, how could I do such a thing? If he was mad, then his eyes wouldn't show that usual desire that they held whenever they looked at me. I had thought that maybe he always looked like he was filled with lust, but when I saw him staring in to the darkness lastnight, I realized that such a seducing stare for him was highly unusual. So this brought out another question...Was he teasing me? or was he actually wanting me?
I knew I wanted him now. The wetness that he caused to seep from me at the first look was more than a little crush. I actually wanted him! I knew that if there was going to be a good way to lose my virginity, it would be with Angelus. But then again, he's so much older...And colder. Not to mention the whole vampire thing. But that can be overlooked as long as there's no unwanted biting.
Maybe I should just ask him what his intentions are. Or maybe I should start off by getting his attention. That could be a help.
Ofcourse, he just had to effortlessly know what I was thinking. "Yes?" he asked, moving his eyes to read the other side of the paper.
I opened my mouth to speak, and then he looked at me; giving me his attention. I felt my breath hitching in my throat, and I suddenly couldn't form words. I can't ask him things like that! He's probably just enjoying having this big power trip over me. There's no way he's actually interested. If only there was an easier way. Why can't I be able to read him like he reads me?
"It's a vampire thing," he began to answer the question that I hadn't asked. "We can read our victims. Or in this case, our assignments. We can't read exact thoughts, just the basic questions that cloud up their eyes. Believe me, if I wasn't a vampire, I wouldn't be able to read you like that. You're not that easy to figure out, Buffy."
"I should say the same about you," I slid my hands into my lap and looked down.
Angelus folded up his newspaper and said, "so what do you want to know? I'm an open book."
I was a little unsure of how to respond. I finally said, sounding a little too nervous, "I don't know what to ask. Um...Have you always been so heavy in to the brooding?"
He laughed then, an actual laugh that wasn't mixed with any other form of laughing like mockery or sarcasm. It was a genuine laugh! As he laughed, the sides of his eyes crinkled in the most adorable way, and I couldn't help smiling. "No," he finally answered my question, "the brooding came in the sixties."
"What about the name?" I asked.
**
"Given to me by my grandmother in Ireland," I answered.
"The hair. Naturally spikey or gelled?" She asked.
"Combination of both," I smiled.
"Musical preferences?"
"Depends," I loved the way she just shot her questions at me; one after the other with no breaks in between for her to think about my answers.
"Favourite place to visit?"
"Ireland."
"Ever worn a thong?"
"No."
Her next question made my jaw drop. "Can I kiss you?"
**
I couldn't believe I'd asked that. The moment the words were out, I wanted to slap my hands over my mouth to push them back in. But it wasn't possible, because the milisecond after I asked, Angelus had hauled me to my feet, and his lips were on mine.
It took me a moment for my brain to catch up with what was going on, but as soon as my brain kicked in; I was thrilled. After a moment of complete passion filled with licking, nipping, and moaning: I pulled back and looked into Angelus' dark eyes.
"That answer your question?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically darker than normal.
The words he spoke made no sense to my currently, one-track mind, and I found that I couldn't stop staring at his lips. His kiss had been so amazing, and it had sent my heart in to overdrive. I didn't know where I found the strength to even stand on my own two feet. I lifted my hand to the side of his face and slid my fingers over his forehead. Angelus smirked, his hands sliding around and pulling my hips flush against his own, "maybe a little more answering is required then?"
I could only nod as his lips closed over my own. My tongue slid out to meet his own, and the desire shot between us both like an electricity volt. I twined my arms around his neck, lifting myself ever closer to him. My eyes shot open as I felt proof of his arousal, pressing into my stomach. Angelus smirked, and deepened the kiss, pressing me backwards over the table and grinding in to me.
Laying on the table, I wrapped my legs around Angelus' waist and pulled him in to me. Oh God my insides were boiling! Angelus was the one to break the kiss, seeing that I needed to breathe, but he didn't stop kissing me. Dear God, he certainly didn't stop kissing me. His fingers slid down my tank top, and he pulled it up over my head. Licking a nipping down my skin, he latched on to my right nipple. I shot off the table, gripping his head closer with both hands, and tightening my grip around his waist as he continued to grind against me.
"Yes," I whispered, shutting my eyes and tilting my head back. "Angelus."
He smiled against my skin, and then released my nipple. Continuing to grind in to me, and pinch my nipple in his left hand, he raised his head to look at me. "Let me take you upstairs," he said. It wasn't a question, or a demand. It was more like a plea. His eyes were so dark that for a minute, I didn't recognize him. I managed a silent nod, and within moments of my nod, I found myself lifted in to his arms, and carried from the kitchen at an alarming rate.
**
Reaching the bedroom, I crossed to the bed. Laying Buffy down, topless, I was witnessing the most glorious sight in the world. Her tanned skin and golden hair, contrasted with the royal blue, was enhanced now by the incomparable beauty of her bare chest and perfect breasts. She held out her arms to me, beckoning for my return to her. Not having to be told twice, I slid up the bed to kneel over her.
Positioning my face at her stomach, I smirked as my fingers slid in the hem of her jogging pants. Pulling them down slowly, I became ever more fascinated as her bare flesh was revealed; inch by preciously golden inch, until she was completely naked before me.
It dawned on us both at the same time, as I sat up to straddle her waist, that I was wearing entirely too much. We both looked at my chest, but I made no move to assist her in undressing me. This fantasy was so wonderful that I wanted her to be the one to keep it going. She sat up her stomach coming in to contact with my groin. She smiled up at me as he fingers slid to the top button of my shirt.
Taking time and allowing her slender fingers to work at their own pace, she undid my shirt and slid it from my shoulders. Taking a moment to look at my chest, she smiled to herself.
Did she like what she saw? Hell yes.
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against my skin. The heat radiating off her was burning me through and through. I twined my fingerd through her hair and pulled her face closer as she began to kiss my skin hesitantly. As her lips explored me, her hands slid down my sides. She was probably hoping that with her lips busy, I wouldn't notice her hands...But I did. She began to slowly unbuckle my pants.
Releasing my hands from her hair, I slid them down her arms to where her hands were resting. She tilted her head up to look at me, and she smirked in a way that made my undead heart beat in anticipation of things to come. Guiding her hands, I helped her to undo my pants, and it wasn't long before I was completely bare before her.
Her heartbeat increased when I rid myself of the extra clothing, and moved back to settle my face between her thighs. I could tell her mind was whirling with doubts, and the only thing I could think of-was ridding her mind of those doubts.
**
When I felt the first push of his tongue against my clit, I screamed. Angelus smirked, and dipped down for another taste. I slammed my knees up to hold him in place, and he growled against my skin, forcing them back down so that I was completely helpless beneath him, and he could do whatever he wanted. He formed a rhythm with his tongue that made me squirm. Thankfully, he hadn't kept me from screaming. If he had, I was certain that I wouldn't have been able to take it.
"Angelus!" I shrieked as he slid a finger inside of me, and I clenched around it. "Oh God!"
He smiled and began to speak against my mound, "you're a virgin, Buff. I can tell. You want me?" When I didn't respond, he stopped the motions of his hand and asked again, "do you want me to be your first, Buffy? Answer me."
I was on the verge of orgasm, and he wanted me to talk? Fine. I'll talk. I raised my head to look at him and found the strength and brain power to answer, "yes. Please."
It took him less than a milisecond for him to slide up my body and slam in to me. I orgasmed immediatly as he entered, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The pleasure of my climax masked the pain as he broke through my hymen. "Angelus!" I screamed loudly, arching off the bed towards him.
He locked his lips over my own, and began to speed up his thrusting. I had just barely recovered from my first orgasm when he pushed me to my second. I'd always heard that your first time was horrible, but if there had to be pain...This was definitely one Hell of a way to take it.
**
I felt her inner muscles clenching around me for the second time, and she was so hot, so wet, so tight-that I couldn't keep from climaxing with her. Pumping in to her with a blinding rhythm, I shouted her name as I poured my seed deep in to her, I watched as she opened her eyes and looked at me. She reached her third peak, and I swear I saw it exploding in her eyes.
Slowing my rhythm, until it was non-existent, I stared down in to her eyes. She looked up at me as if she was seeing the world from a different light. Her eyes were so wide, like she was battling with the edge of exhaustion. "Angelus," she whispered, reaching one hand to hold the side of my face. She spoke my name a bit like a question, almost sounding like she doubted any of this was really happening.
I leaned down and claimed her lips with my own, feeling the need to continue touching her. Now that I could, I found it so hard to stop. As we kissed, I rolled on to my back, taking her with me to lay on my chest. Parting from the kiss, she laid her head on my chest and sighed, shutting her eyes and allowing her body to rest a little.
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Buffy fell in to an exhausted slumber, and I watched her sleep. Guarding her...Protecting her. Now, not just because I was being paid to, but because I had to. There was no way I could ever let her go now. She was mine, and she would stay that way...
Forever.
**
Drifting to the surface of consciousness, I lifted my head and stopped breathing when I found myself staring in to the dark eyes of Angelus. "Okay, this is new," I said in a soft voice.
Angelus, who was sitting on the bed next to me, smiled in this arrogant, sexy manner that made me want to smile back. "As sexy and seductive as you are laying naked in my bed..." he leaned closer and whispered in to my ear, making me grin; feeling warm and wet, "you need to get in to some clothes, so that we can get going."
"Where are we going?" I asked, looking up and watching him as he got up from the bed and went over to the closet doors.
He went inside the closet, but continued to speak to me. "We're going down to the harbour. I have a cruise liner booked for us. You and I are going to disappear, Buffy..." He came out of the closets and smiled, "and we may never come back."
"What?" I shot up, clutching the sheets to my naked chest.
Angelus brought over some jeans and a sweater for me. Setting them on the bed, he came over to me and ran a hand over my hair, lifting my chin to kiss my lips softly. "In fact, I can guarantee we're not coming back...Ever."
I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry, maybe you didn't hear me before," I cleared my throat and asked again, louder, "what?!"
"Buffy, what you'll soon learn about me, is that I like to hold on to what's mine. And Buffy, I consider you-in every sense-to be mine, now."
"I'm sorry, when did all of this happen?" I asked, wondering if perhaps I'd been sleeping for more than a few hours...Maybe a few years?
"Buffy, you have to understand something. From the first moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And now that I do...I'm never gonna let you go." He smiled brightly then, as if he hadn't just taken away my life. "Now get dressed. We'll get you something to eat, and then we'll have to get going if we're going to make the cruise." He stood and headed for the door.
I jumped from the bed, clutching the sheet around me. "You can't just do that to people!"
"You're not 'people' Buffy," he turned to face me. "You're one person. One person that I want. One person that I will have. So pack your things, because this isn't a discussion."
"You can't just dictate my life like that!" I was shocked that he could be such an ass hole...But really, I wasn't. I should have seen this coming.
"I'm not dictating your life, Buffy," Angelus turned to face me again, looking a little less tolerant than before. "You don't seem to understand that there is no more 'your life' or 'my life'. There's just Our Life." He smiled then. "Got it?" With that, he turned and left the room, leaving no space for me to revolt or rebel against this crazy idea.
I felt the tears come to my eyes. Just like that, all I had left was Angelus. And no matter how much I'd deny it, a part of me was glad that I didn't have to worry about family, or friends, or school anymore. All I had left to worry about was Angelus and I.
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