Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I promise I'll be better. I know I've been awful. But here is the first of what I hope will be many over the next few weeks!
I awoke to an empty bed. Shaking the sex-induced remains of sleep from my conscious mind, I looked around me at the room I was in to try to determine exactly where I was�And who I was with.
But then I remembered�Buffy. Oh God, Buffy. That perfectly sweet, innocent, fire-filled, astounding specimen of a woman that did things to me with her innocent hands, mouth, and body that I had never experience before in my many years of sexual interaction. If only I could find her�I wanted her so much already, and I knew that I had definitely satisfied that hunger to some degree many, many times throughout the night. But where was she now? And how could I be hard so fast after merely thinking about her?
I pulled myself up to sit on the side of the bed somehow, blatantly unashamed of my nudity if she happened to be in the room. She�d seen all of me. I wasn�t like those other people that let their lovers see them and then worry about what they look like without clothing the next day. No, I simply didn�t care what other people thought�Until now. Buffy. Oh God I want her now�Come to think of it, I want her a Hell of a lot more than I can remember wanting anyone else. That thought disturbs me, but I tuck it away to keep myself from heading into what my friends call my �brooding� mode.
I spotted a small piece of hotel paper on the night stand next to me, and I picked it up to read it. It went something like this�
Angelus,
Good morning. Apparently there is a small diner about five hundred yards from our hotel, according to the large and extremely-overworked woman at the front desk. I�ll be there if you�re looking for me, waiting for the toe truck with my car, who should arrive sometime around 10:30.
I called and checked and discovered there is a flight leaving for Los Angeles at 5:00 this evening. We�re not too far from the airport, so we should both be able to make it. And in case I don�t ever see you again�
Thank you. For everything. I mean it. The talk. The help�
Just�Thank you.
Buffy
What did she mean by �in case I don�t ever see you again�? It sounded like she thought I was done with her, like a basic one-night stand. Last night?�That was NO one-night stand. I can tell you that much. That was the start of something else�Something I know nothing about.
I checked the clock and discovered it was only 8:00. I had time to have a quick shower before I headed over to the diner to find Buffy. But even though I had time, I found myself almost shaking with anticipation about getting to her before the toe truck showed up. I so didn�t want to lose her now. After all�I�ve only just found her.
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I entered the small �Roadside Meal� diner. (Original name, don�t you think?) There were a few �local-looking� people already inside. A large man in a plaid shirt and a trucker�s cap that I assumed belonged to the gigantic transport truck out front. A few elderly men sitting around drinking coffee, and hitting on the young waitress. A woman, trying to separate her two kids that refuse to stop fighting with each other.
The environment was simple, cheap, and clean. The tables had that basic red-and-white-checkered design. There were a few plants hanging here and there in the corners to liven the room up a bit. And the one waitress� outfit was basic, aqua-colored, and probably extremely see-through up-close(surely the reason that the old men wouldn�t stop staring at her each time she brought them their next refills of coffee).
And then there was the one thing in the room that stood out�That didn�t belong there. Buffy. She was sitting in a chair, looking out the window with her back to me. I doubt she�d realized I had even walked in�Plus I got the impression that she wasn�t expecting me to.
I assumed she�d somehow retrieved her bag from my car this morning, because she was dressed in an entirely new outfit. And I was surprised to find it was not a business ensemble like the one from the night before had been. She was now dressed in a pair of low-riding jeans, and a white halter top that exposed her graceful back, and left a few inches bare between the end of the halter and the jeans that had rode down from the way she was sitting with her elbows on the table. Her hair was pulled back into a simple, conservative yet messy bun with a few pieces dangling down. And even though I was only seeing the back�It was incredibly sexy. Almost instantly, I was hard for her.
The waitress (whose name I learned to be Cathy, from the name-tag she wore) came up to me and said, �Good morning, sir. Have a seat wherever you�d like. I�ll be right over to take your order and give you some coffee, if you�d like.�
I smiled slightly at her and said, �Thanks, that�d be great.� And then I headed over to Buffy. I snuck up slowly behind her, and waited to see if she�d realize I was there. But no, she was too busy staring intently into her coffee cup to see if it changed, and she didn�t hear me or sense me behind her at all.
I took her unawareness, and used it to my advantage. Sliding my hand down the bare, exposed skin of her back, I leaned forward and whispered in a hot and heavy voice in her ear that made her shiver, �Good morning.�
She jumped at the sudden contact, and almost spilled her coffee. Setting it down she turned to look up at me, and her face lit up. �I thought you�d be heading to the airport.�
I smiled and took the seat opposite her so that I could gaze into her beautiful face. �And miss the meal at the Roadside Sleeper�s business partner? I don�t think so. I intend to get my money�s worth from that fine establishment, and therefore have taken the recommendation from Flow, the woman at the front desk, to check out this wonderful little diner.�
I saw her smile, and knew I�d achieved my goal of slipping right back in to her world without so much as hinting, that I would go. I reached across the table and took her hand into my own, beginning to trace little patterns over the smooth skin on the back of it. �I�m not going anywhere, Buffy�Not without you.�
I could feel the shiver that went through her body, through her hand. It thrilled me to the core that I could make her react like that. But then Cathy, the waitress, interrupted us by appearing with the coffee pot and a note pad to take our orders. �Have y�all decided yet?� She asked with a friendly smile as she poured me a cup of coffee.
Buffy smiled and I released her hand so she could pick up her menu and show Cathy what she wanted. �I will have the�2 eggs, whole-wheat toast, and bacon. With home fries, please.� She pointed to it on the menu, and Cathy smiled and took it down.
�And you, sir?� Cathy looked to me expectantly, but I couldn�t take my eyes off Buffy. �I�ll have the same,� I said, holding eye-contact with the gorgeous blonde across from me. �Ok, your order should be ready in about 15 minutes,� Cathy smiled at us, took the menu, and walked away.
After a few minutes of intense silence and an extreme need to find something to say to convince her to see me more, Buffy looked down and began to stand up. �Excuse me,� she whispered and stood, adjusting her top and jeans. I watched her as she headed for the single bathroom, her hips swaying tantalizingly, in a way that I hoped she had done just for me. After a moment or so of staring into my black coffee, I decided I couldn�t take it anymore. I had to follow her. I had to know what she was thinking�And I had to at least kiss her once more before I went insane with want.
Cathy came by to ask if I wanted some orange juice, and I said, �Sure. We�ll both have some. My girlfriend�s feeling a little sick at the moment, so I�ll be right back. I�m just going to go see if she�s alright,� I told her.
�Okay,� Cathy smiled. That woman was so cheerful. Tip, oh yeah. Especially if she�d leave us alone for a few minutes.
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Splashing some cold water over my hands in an attempt to calm me down, I looked into the mirror. I looked tired, and natural. I hadn�t bothered to put on any make-up since I assumed Angelus wouldn�t even show up to say goodbye. If I�d known he was coming, I definitely would have put forth more effort into my appearance. As it was, I officially looked like shit. It surprised the Hell out of me that he was still around.
Get it together, Buffy. Get it together. You can do this. It�s not like he�s looking for anything more. You just happen to think it would be nice to have more. But memories are good too. Just have the memories. You�ll survive. He doesn�t want a relationship of any kind. Keep that in mind. Now go get through breakfast, and stop thinking about it!
Just then there was a knock on the door. I shut the running water off and called out, �Just a minute!�
But then, in a low, sensual voice I heard, �Buffy�It�s me.�
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I prayed to God that she would open the door. Please open the door. Oh I�m begging you to open the door. Just give me a few minutes more. At least that. I need it so much. I need her. And just when I thought that maybe she�d say something like, �I�ll be right out��the door opened, revealing the precious beauty that I was needing so much.
I couldn�t contain myself. I stepped in to the small, single bathroom, and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her tiny body against my own and capturing her lips with mine. She used one hand to shut the door and press the lock in, and the other to travel down to the front of my pants to grip around the hard bulge. After finishing with the door, the other hand came up to cup my face, and it was soon joined by the other. Separating our lips, she whispered in a breathless voice, �No.� She pushed away from me, leaving me incredibly confused. She moved to stand at the sink, leaning forward on it with her hands to balance herself, and looking down.
I watched her reflection in the mirror as I came up behind her. I wasn�t going to give up so soon. I pressed myself into her ass, letting her see once again how much I wanted her. She released a low moan under her breath, and I couldn�t help wishing she would stop trying to resist.
�Why not?� I asked in a hot voice as I leaned forward to lay tender kisses on her neck and shoulders. �Buffy we both want it. I know we do. So why not?�
She said nothing for a few moments, taking the time to simply shut her eyes and feel me kissing her. Then she whispered, �I just can�t. I can�t get so close to you and then have you leave.�
Turning her around to face me, I whispered in a low voice, �I�m not going anywhere.� Catching her lips once again with my own, I was thrilled to find that this time she didn�t resist. Her mouth loosened and her tongue slid out to caress my own in the most temptingly luscious way. From there, everything was a blur. A blur of desire, passion, and hunger.
Her fingers raced over my belt, loosening it and unzipping my fly with a simple ease that left my bare to her within moments. My hands in turn went to her pants. Fumbling with them clumsily, I realized I wasn�t so coordinated at the moment. She assisted me by unzipping them herself. I wanted her legs to wrap around my waist, but without taking the time (which I didn�t want to do) to rid her off her shoes and pants, that wasn�t going to be possible. But then I got a brainstorm. Leaning her back against the sink slightly, I stepped in between her legs. Lifting her legs around my waist so that I was completely locked in by her pants at her ankles, I slid my fingers over her center, testing her readiness.
�Angelus, now,� she whispered into my ear, beginning to nibble and suck on my ear lobe in a way that just made me want her more. Moving to hold her against the wall, I kissed her fiercely, and began slowly pushing inside her tight, hot sheath. Oh it was even more perfect than I remembered! How could she be so perfect? So gorgeous? How could she be so deliciously tight every single time I slid inside of her? Being with her was like the most exquisite dream of ecstasy; realized.
We were both in heaven. I was sure of that. I reached down with my one, free hand and began flicking her tiny nub with feather-light caresses that soon had her writhing and moaning against me. I sped up my pace, going deeper with every push, and driving her to the limit that I knew she would reach sooner or later. She pulled me closer, whispering how she wanted it again and again. �Harder�Angelus, deeper. Oh my God. Harder. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.�
Her sweet little voice making those pleas to me were driving me insane. I could barely contain myself as it was, and before I knew it, I was groaning her name with my release, feeling her inner muscles begin to contract and constrict around my rod in the most delicious way. I continued to drive into her with all of my strength, sending her into her second orgasm just as the first was beginning to fade. And to my own surprise, I was still hard.
Realizing the excitement was almost over, I decided I wanted her to have more. I lowered her legs slightly, and held on to her tightly as I began to lower her to the cold, mildly dirty floor. She didn�t complain one bit as the cool floor met her bare skin. Instead she seemed to be excited by it.
I pushed inside her again, quickening the rhythm as fast as I could to get her there faster. She started to moan and make these little shrieking noises. I became vaguely aware that someone was knocking on the door, but I couldn�t focus on that at all. I couldn�t disturbed. Buffy was consuming me. Devouring me with her lips and her tongue. I was drowning in her beautiful, sensual essence, and I had no intent to leave the bliss of her arms before I was done. Even if I found it to be Death, itself, pounding to be let in, just outside our door.
I leaned down to suck on her nipples through her white halter. She moaned my name, and I felt her beginning to cum again. I smiled, and moved my face to her neck. Kissing her skin, I began to whisper in a low voice, �Come on, baby. Cum. You know you want to. I want to feel your hot little body clamping around me. Give it to me. Come on. You can take it. Take it, baby. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me. Show me. I want you so much. Take it, Buffy.�
She shut her eyes and let out a scream as she started to clench around me. �Angelus!� she called, her voice merely a whisper as pleasure wracked through our bodies, piercing through us at the same time, making us both crazy with desire and satisfaction�and pure pleasure.
I blacked out for a moment, and when I opened my eyes, it was to see Buffy gazing up at me with a satisfied glow in her beautiful green eyes. I chuckled softly and kissed her lips tenderly. The pounding on the door stopped when I yelled out, �We�ll be out in just a second! My girlfriend�s sick!�
Buffy looked from the door, to me, and smiling she asked, �Your girlfriend?�
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