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And just like that, I found myself being literally dragged to the waiting limousine by Angelus. The chauffer tried not to stare as I made a huge scene of kicking and punching against Angelus� back as he carried me fireman style to the car.
Now that he had decided to �keep me� he seemed to find it pointless to hide from the world that I was his, so he was no longer concerned with keeping a low-profile to ensure that I didn�t get picked off by a sniper. He made a grand speech about how now that I was his, most of these debted people would back off, and the ones that didn�t would have to die. I cringed when he spoke so bluntly about the deaths of people who potentially had families.
�You can�t just take me away like this!� I continued to try reasoning with him, despite that I knew his humoured patience was quickly fading. I felt his jaw clenching as he tried to keep from yelling at me. If only I could get away�But did I want to? My mind was driving me insane with these double-sided thoughts. I wanted to be with Angelus-more than anything. But at the same time, I didn�t want to uproot everything I know and abandon my friends and family�Giles.
�Buffy, I�m not going to go over this again with you,� Angelus said. �You can�t tell me you don�t want to go with me honestly, so don�t even try to make a scene. I know you�re probably scared of what people will think of you and everything, darling.� Damn, how did he know that? �But Buffy, you have to stop being so concerned about everyone else. They�re not your concern anymore.�
�Just like you keep telling me,� I replied caustically. �Has it ever dawned on you that I�m a teenager? Not only is this illegal in every state-it�s morally wrong. I mean, think about it�You�re like five billion times my age. Did you ever think about that?�
He chuckled, his humour returning, �Buff, not to sound too �hip� or anything here-because it my ruin my socially unaware fa�ade-but have you ever heard that song? Let�s see, what is it called? �Age Ain�t Nothing But A Number�? Something grammatically incorrect like that. Ever heard it?�
�Since when do you listen to Aaliyah?� I sighed, giving up my fights in favour of a more sarcastic, annoying approach. Maybe he�d get so bored with me that he�d drop me off before we left the states. It was a long shot, but a girl could hope, right?
Plus I don�t have many options left.
Setting me in the back of the limo, Angelus climbed in after me and said, �Buffy, the sooner you accept this, the better. I want our future to be�Not to imply that I want to be in the sun�But I want our future to be bright. If you�re so intent upon fighting it-we could have problems. And if you start fighting me, I�m going to have to use chains on you and prove my point until you can�t keep your eyes open. Though we�ll both undoubtedly enjoy that, I�m sure that afterwards you�d be a little madder, and I�d hate to have to apologize for making you see the right of things. So what do you say we just get along?�
�What do you say you kiss my ass?� I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and smiling sourly at him. He was pissing me off so much right now. If only I could kill him�Again.
�It�ll be my pleasure, darling lover,� he smirked.
�Do you have any shame?� I asked curiously.
�No. It died with chivalry and giving a damn when the soul left,� he replied with a brilliant smile that spoke words about his personality.
This was going to be interesting.
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Getting me on the cruise ship, was done much the same way as getting me to the limo. Angelus carried me in his arms, retaliating to my bad mouthing the whole way to our suite rooms. If I hadn�t been in such a bad mood, I might have thoroughly enjoyed the idea of taking an exotic cruise, and being in such a beautiful suite�But things being the way that they were, I was generally mad and unhappy with everything that Angelus offered.
�Darling, would you like something to eat?� Angelus asked me, holding out a plate filled with many different fruits and cheese.
�Eating�s over-rated,� I said from where I sat pouting in a chair in the parlour of our suite. �I plan to slowly starve myself to death.�
�If it ever suits my plans, for you to starve, then I�ll let you continue down this road to self-destruction. But until then, you�re going to eat-and well, might I add. You�re slightly thinner than you should be. I�m going to make sure you start eating a little more.�
�Now you�re telling me I�m not good enough?� I scoffed. �Angelus, do you want me? Well this is the package deal, if you do. Bad moods, skinny waist, childish notions, and all! Deal with it.� I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping that maybe he�d start to understand me.
I was wrong.
�Buffy, I think you need to give up this act. No one�s watching you to see if you miss your family and friends, so don�t worry about faking these temper tantrums any more. I�m gradually losing my patience, darling�And that�s not something you want.�
�What would you know?� I looked down at my hands, lowering my voice to just above a whisper. I wish someone would just listen to me and let me think about what was going on, instead of forcing me in to something. Why was I always being used like a Barbie doll?
Angelus came over to me and knelt before me. �Buff, why don�t you just stop worrying, and let me take care of everything? I promise you�ll always be safe with me. Nothing will ever happen to me. And as long as we stay together, I�ll make sure your friends and family live well, too.�
When I didn�t say anything, he tilted my head up to look into my eyes. �Smile for me,� he commanded. For some reason, I felt my heart melting. I smiled at his request, and felt pleased when he smiled back. �There�s my good girl.� Leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. �Enough talking now, lover. There are�Other things we can tend to.� He stood up, and offered me his hand.
I looked up to peer into his eyes. How could I resist a man like that? I accepted his hand, and he pulled me to my feet. Walking backwards to hold eye-contact with me, he led me into the bedroom and shut the door behind us.
He moved backwards to the bed, sitting down and pulling me closer. His fingers slid down my hips, to the tops of my jeans. He unbuckled them, and helped me to step out of them. I didn�t speak as he took his time undressing me from the waist-down. Finished with removing my jeans, I smiled as I brought one knee to the bed next to his hips, and swung the over to straddle his waist properly. Sliding my fingers over his cheeks, I felt an overwhelming sense of power. This beautiful man wants me!
Who would have ever thought I�d find the most amazing man?
Leaning down, I shut my eyes and closed my lips over his for a gentle kiss. I couldn�t help smiling against his lips. He always tasted the same. It was a distinct taste that he had; a mixture of breath mints, spice, and something that was all his own�Darkness. I don�t know how to explain the taste of darkness in his kiss; It was just there.
His hands lifted to my shirt, and he pulled it off; parting our lips for a millisecond to remove the unwanted barriers between our bare flesh. Kissing him slowly, I began working on the buttons of his black, silk shirt. There weren�t many people who could successfully pull off leather pants and silk shirts�But Angelus wasn�t just any ordinary person. Of that, I was completely and absolutely sure.
Slipping my hands in his shirt to push it off his shoulders, his hands slid down to his own pants. I could feel the concrete evidence of his desire for me; pressing against my stomach. The sound of the zipper made me want to laugh. This was all so perfect and surreal right now. It made me wonder why I�d bother to fight him before. What was I thinking?
Lifting me with an aching slowness, he slipped a finger to press against me; testing my readiness. Seemingly pleased with what he found, he lifted me higher and with one thrust upwards. I moaned at the feeling of him pressing inside me. My eyes shot open as he lowered me down completely. I locked my gaze with his own, and felt a rush of tingles shoot through my body as he smirked; raising me once again to slam me back down on his hungry rod.
The rhythm gradually became familiar to me, and eventually I was rising and falling in the rhythm on my own. Angelus attacked my lips, making it increasingly harder for me to breathe properly.
Pleasure shot through my nerves with every blinding stroke of him against my walls. He knew exactly what I needed to make me pant. I shut my eyes, breaking the kiss finally and clenching my jaw to hold back my gasps of climax.
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Feeling Buffy tighten and explode around me, I sped up my pace, and as she was finishing her first orgasm; I push her into her second, joining her in ecstasy. Gasping her name against her lips, I felt complete. Pumping up into her, I knew she was mine. She clutched my shoulders tightly as the passion rippled through both of us; passing from one to the other.
Opening her eyes again, she looked down at me; panting furiously. She kept her eyes opened to mine as we kissed. Being with her was like being with everything I�d ever wanted. I knew I was in love with her already. The thought didn�t bother me as much as it used to. Being in love didn�t make me feel so insignificant anymore. It didn�t exactly turn me into a weeping sack of mawkish, human emotions though. But I admit it made me feel overly possessive. If anything ever happened to Buffy, if anyone ever tried to hurt her or take her from me�I�d kill them.
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Laying in bed several hours later, I watched Angelus strolling around the room in his towel. Having just showered, he looked delicious with little beads of water dripping down his sculpted back and firm chest muscles. I blushed as dirty thoughts raced through my mind.
He looked over at me, and noticing my blush, he asked, �what are you blushing about, lover?� He came over and trailed a finger over my bare arm, delighting in the shiver it send through my body.
�I was just wondering�� I paused, and dismissed the idea of just telling him that I wanted to lick the water from him like a popsicle. Instead, I asked casually, �how do you pay for all this? I thought your agency needed money really badly.�
Turning his back to me once more, he went over to the dresser and pulled out a Rolex box. �The agency does. I don�t. There�s a line between personal and business problems, and I don�t tend to cross it very often, lover. I could have helped out the agency, and a million other agencies-for years to come.� He slipped the watch on his arm and did it up. ��But being a rather selfish, uncaring individual, I prefer to hoard my savings for my own personal benefits�� He came over to me then, carrying a blue, velvet box. Why is it that some of the best things in life, come in velvet boxes?
�And your benefits,� he sat down next to me on the bed and opened the box, revealing the contents to my eyes. Inside, was a platinum choker with blue and white diamonds encrusted in to every speck of it. The lights were bouncing off it and dancing around the room like one of those disco balls.
It was absolutely breath taking.
Unashamed of my nudity, I sat up and allowed the sheet to slid down to my hips. I reached a finger to touch the box, scarcely able to believe that it was real. �Is this for me?� I asked, my voice filled with awe. Obviously it was for me, but I still found it hard to comprehend.
�You�ll have nothing but the best now, Buffy. I need you to get used to it,� he smiled down at me. �As long as you�re mine, you�ll have everything and anything you want.� He paused to wait for me to look up at him, before he added, �and trust me�You�ll always be with me.�
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