Do I have everything ready?
That was the question racing through Buffy's mind as she slid her black, knee-length, low-cut, spaghetti-strapped dress on over her head. It was actually a lot more like a slip, she had decided, but then again she'd reminded herself this was THE NIGHT of seduction, and she needed all of the cards she could hold.
Although Angel and Buffy had discussed this night and planned it for the night of Buffy's nineteenth birthday, when her mom would be in Canada visting Buffy's aunt. Buffy had even told all of her friends not to call or disturb her, and that tonight was her night for relaxation and fun. (She just hadn't described the fun or who it was with)
Ever since Angel had come back from Hell a little over six months ago, Buffy had been DYING to make love to him. Literally. But at the same time she'd been afraid to do so. She was worried, eventhough they had researched that Angel's soul was in full possession until the day he died. She was worried that she'd wake up after allowing herself to love him again, and discover him gone. So she'd delayed this event for fear of losing his loving arms, gentle kisses, and sweet soul. She didn't think that she could survive another "dessert without a marriage" as she liked to call it.
But this was finally the night. She had prepared dinner for her and Angel. he didn't need food to survive, but assured her that he liked it just the same. And he had insisted that if she really wanted to make him dinner, that she do so.
So Buffy had made a casserole that her mother had once told her was impossible to mess up...But Buffy was amazing with moking impossible things possible. The casserole had caught fire, and she had ordered stir-fry from a chinese restaurant instead. (And put it in a pan to pass it off as her own when Angel arrived) She had also made a tossed salad, and spent the better part of the day making a cheesecake. However, she had had to start over twice, which is why it took so long. Both times she had mistaken some ingredients for the cheesecake as magical herbs, and the cake had either disappeared or exploded. But the third time she did it right.
Now she was mentally going over the checklist in her head.
Dinner ready? Check. Music on? Check. Lights dimmed? Check. Dressed? Check. Nervous as Hell? Check.
Buffy didn't exactly know why she was so nervous. With Angel for the first time, she hadn't been nervous at all. She had just been hugry for him, and desperate to prove how much she cared about him through the act of "worship"-As Angel described sex.
The music was a mix that she had spent an hour putting together. It had a million sow, soft songs. She never really listened to the words. With most of them she just liked the beat or the melody. Angel had taught her that a mood meant everything for a situation or event. So she had taken the time to create the perfect one for seduction.
Suddenly the doorbell was ringing. Buffy brushed her long, blonde hair out once more, and took a last glance in the mirror. Satisified at last, she began running down the stairs. But she tried to run quietly, so she wouldn't sound too desperate or excited. Or nervous. Her eyes racked the livingroom to make sure any embarassing things were gone, that it was clean, and that those blinds were shut like every other blind or drape in the house.
Then she took a deep breath, and opened the door. She couldn't help smiling at the picture before her. Angel in black slacks, a baby-blue dress shirt, with spiked hair and a dozen red roses made her blush from head to foot. She felt naked under his gaze, but couldn't take her own eyes off of him.
Finally Angel asked, "Can I come in?"
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Buffy blushed, realizing that she had been gawking at him and processing how great he looked for nearly two minutes, and he had just been standing there grinning at her.
But the second she had locked the door, all embarassing thoughts were pushed to a back-burner as Angel pulled her into his arms and began kissing her was that hungry passion that ignited a fire in her stomach that she knew would never be fully-put-out. No matter what she tried to dose onto it.
Angel's initial desires to simply make love to Buffy right here in the front hall were put aside when his vampirically enhanced senses detected the scent of something burning somewhere in the house.
"Dinner." He said, as more of a statement of will that an actual desire.
Then Buffy caught the way he inhaled deeply the scent of the air, and she ran away from him quickly. She raced to the kitchen just as the alarm next to the stove began going. The entire room was filled with smoke.
Buffy starting beating the burner she didn't know had been on, that the cheesecake had just been removed from. She beat the flames out with the silly-cow oven mitts her mother had found adorable six years ago when she bought them.
Angel came in and waved a tea-towel to shut the alarm off and clear the room of smoke, and he opened a window for some air circulation in the kitchen. When he turned to Buffy he noticed her tears.
"Buffy, baby, what's wrong?" He asked her as he pulled her into his arms.
"I tried to cook, but I can't." She sobbed into his arms. "My casserole caught fire so I ordered chinese stir-fry and tried to pass it off as my own. I dropped the salad on the floor, and didn't have time to replace it. And two of my previous attempts at cheesecake disappeared or exploded." She wailed out her confessions.
"Oh, baby. I'm sure the stir-fry, salad, and cheesecake will be fine. We'll scrape off the burnt pieces of cheesecake, and it'll be great. It's not easy to cook. Believe me, I know. I spent two hundred years mastering it as the tools changed." But as he crroned to her, he got a look at the cheesecake, and it sank down in it's tray.
Angel had suddenly never been happier that he didn't have a digestive system capable of indegestion or food poisoning. If he did, he was sure a trip to the hospital would be in his near future.
PART TWO
Angel went to sit down at Buffy's insisting once she pulled herself together, and Buffy went about the task of getting things on to plates and ready for eating.
He took in the scene around the livingroom as he waited. (He had been trained as a school-boy not to sit until the lady of the house had been seated. So he waited patinetly on his feet.) Soft music was playing, and the lights were dimmed. Then he noticed that in order to dim the lights Buffy had simply smashed the brighter bulbs with something. Angel made a mental note to teach her how to unscrew any unwanted bulbs. It saves a lot of money, and noise. There was incense lit, and the table set had nice silverware and china. Two candles were placed on the table with a lighter next to them.
He figured Buffy must have forgotten to light them in her blind rush to get in to what she called a dress, and what he called "something she'd never wear for anyone but him if he had his way". Instead of making her feel worse about her insisted failure so far, he decided to light the candles for her.
Just as he finished with the second candle, she came through the doors of the kitchen with two big plates of food.
"Looks great." Angel said, chucking the lighter away quickly so she wouldn't see it.
She set the plates down, and then her face fell as she saw the candles. "Oh my God." She immediatly blew them out.
"Buffy? What's wrong? What's the matter?" Angel was confused.
"Angel, these candles are fake. They don't light, they're just for decoration." She moved them to another table and said, "I wonder how they got lit in the first place."
Angel shrugged, and moved to hold Buffy's chair for her to sit down.
"What about candles?" She asked him.
"I think we've had enough fire with food incidents today." He joked, and helped her into the table.
He then went to sit down in his place. However when he did, he heard a mushing sound, and felt something underneath him. He stood up and looked down at his chair.
"What's this?" he pointed to the heap of mush on his chair.
Buffy peered around the table and blushed as she saw it. "That would be the second cheesecake." She said, looking a little scared and unsure of herself.
Angel chuckled softly. "We'll clean it up later." He pulled out another chair and wiped off his pants-bottoms as best as he could. Then he sat down to eat.
They chatted easily about everything around them. School. Slaying. College. Birthdays. Giles. Willow and school. Xander.
After dinner Buffy hurried about the kitchen to try and make light work of the dishes so she'd have more time with Angel.
She rushed from the diningroom to the kitchen, and tripped and dropped a plate. "Shit." She cursed, and picked up the broken pieces.
She gathered as many pieces as she could find, and stuck them in the trash. Then she tried to finish up the washing of the dishes.
When she was half-way done she felt two, strong arms come around her from behind. Angel kissed her neck and whispered into her ear in a low, raspy voice, "You about done here?"
She felt his erection in the small of her back and had to smile as she thought of a line from an old movie.
*"That a gun, or are you just happy to see me?"*
She turned in Angel's arms and began kissing him feverishly. Before either of them could say a thing, Angel had lifted Buffy into his arms and was carrying her up the stairs.
PART THREE
The door was a bit of an obstacle to Angel. He struggled with the knob, refusing to let go of Buffy for more than a second, evernthough she was now on her feet. Their lips never parted as he finally got it open, and they stumbled inside Buffy's room.
She had decorated it with candles and incense, and more music.Although he was sure that it was meant to be appreciated, Angel couldn't care less at the moment, if they were in a concrete cage. As long as his lips stayed glued to Buffy's, and her hands were working on the buttons of his shirt...He'd be happy just about anywhere in the world.
Thoughts were racing through Buffy's usually quiet mind. Was this okay? Shouldn't it be slower? More praising? Less groping? No. This was right.It was with Angel. Any sex with Angel would be just fine with her. She temporarily wondered if she could send a fruit basket to Angel's deceased parents in heaven. Maybe thank the Powers That Be? Or should she just tell him she loves him? Tell him never to leave her again first? Maybe she should change the music.
*You're my destination of choice,
I'd give anything,
just to hear your voice*
Angel's hands coursed over Buffy's body, encased in a thin layer of silk. He wanted the dress gone. But he didn't want to just tear it off her like his worse-half would do, and provide her with that reminder. So he bent his knees slightly, and slid his hands down to her knees, to sneak his hands under the hem. He slowly straightened up, and the dress began coming with him. He smiled against her lips, he knew there was a way to get things done without violence.
It rose over her hips, and Angel took a moment, to grab her perfect ass. She leaned her stomach straight into his erect manhood, forcing a deep, guttural moan from deep within his chest. It gradually changed to a bit of a growl, and Buffy felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end in anticipation of things to come. She knew that tonight was going to be one Hell of a party with Angel..
*I could've passed you on the street,
without saying a word
Most times,
I miss the voice that goes unheard*
Buffy wanted the bed. She didn't want to stand anymore. She felt that if she stood anymore, she might lose her balance and break the mood by falling over and passing out after hitting her head on the end table. She kept the mood as she gradually pushed Angel back onto the bed, and her dress fell back in to place, much to Angel's chagrin. But then she moved to straddle his hips, hiking up her dress a bit so she could squeeze him closer to her, causing twin moans from both of them, and he decided that he didn't particularily care about what had happened a moment earlier.
This time, however, when he went to pull the dress off of her again, but Buffy slapped his hands away, and started working on his belt. Angel growled and tried again, his vampiric side wanting the domination of the act. But Buffy would have none of it. She could be just as dominant as he could, and tonight she was willing to take the time to prove it to him. She roughly slapped his hands away again, and popped his pants open, freeing his strainging cock to her.
*What if I missed you,
you got caught in the sun
What if I did something,
never to be undone*
She took her own sweet time as she slid his pants and boxers off of him and tossed them to the side with his socks and shoes. Then she crawled back up his body to kiss his lips. She lingered, kissing and nipping at his lips and tongue, making him groan with need. She sat on him again, and Angel lurched his cock into the crack of her ass. It appeased his ache slightly, but he still needed all the way. He needed more. This little act caused a moan from Buffy, and a grunt from deep in his chest.
Angel's hands reached down to the dress hem once again as Buffy lost herself in the kiss, and he finally worked it up over her chest and parted their lips for a split second so he could get it off of her and throw it away. His eyes opened so he could sweep them over her gorgeous body. The first time he'd seen her without clothes, she had been younger and skinnier. Now she was well-rounded, and full-figured, like a real woman. Her breasts were larger, and the way the dusky, brown nipples were calling for his attention, he wondered how long he was going to be able to last before he buried himself inside her.
*People everywhere,
how could I be sure
If it's you,
that I've been looking for*
Buffy leaned into him again, and Angel moaned out, "Buffy. God, I need it now. I can't wait any longer. It'll kill me."
She ignored his pleas as she slowly nipped and licked down his throat, completely in-control of something between them that neither could describe. She wasn't nervous anymore for some reason. Before, she had been so scared, but now she was completely calm. She recognized the distinct hunger that she had felt before with him. She wanted it in her. She wanted the cool, hard length and the force.
That was all it took. She needed it. She was close to tears. "Now, Angel." She gasped as Angel pulled her up against him again. "Please."
*What would it take me,
to be comfortable
With you, with me,
you're the Chosen One*
Angel chose his moment and flipped her onto her back, asserting the domination that he had checked back a few moments ago. He pulled off her bra and took off her thongs in much the same fashion. She was open to him, and he had to have her.
He bent his head down and kissed her lips gently, trying to calm her so that when he slid in, she was calm, and he could have a moment to gain control before he climaxed. He was so close, and he wanter her to finish with him. Buffy guided his hips with her hands, until he was right outside of her entrance. She was dripping wet for him, and needing what he could give her, right now.
*What if I missed you,
you got caught in the sun
What if I did something,
never to be undone*
He moved into her slowly, and was shocked to find the rest of her virginal barrier that hadn't been broken their first night. She had never been with anyone but him! That knowledge filled him with a new power. A possessive power he'd never felt before with anyone else in all of his life. He wanted to take her hard and fast. But he knew that he needed to be gentle now, because of the tearing feeling he knew she was experiencing. It was probably painful. He kissed her soundly as he slowly broke through.
When he was in the whole way, he waited for her breathing to calm, and the tears in her eyes to dry.Then he began to move, holding himselfup to spare her the worst of his weight.
He made sure he was slow and gentle, but the rapid fires she ignited in the depths of his soul were almost too much to be contained. It called upon all of the self-control he had learned he needed with Buffy in order to keep from acting vicious with his desires.
He kissed her lips gently as he began a slow, steady rhythm that years of experience taught him that she would love, and would soon have her needing release beneath him. He hoped it would appease and create more of the anxious feelings she was going through. He needed her to relax, to stop the demon from coming out of him. He nibbled down her neck, and to her breasts. He licked and nipped at one; teasing it until it was a dusky, pert little bud that begged for his further attentions. He denied that one his tongue, but fingered it with his hand as he moved to the other. He was close to disintegrating. She was so hot, and so tight, and so wet, and he wondered how much longer he could last. But he wanted to feel her come around him when he climaxed. He wanted to feel the sansations of her complete pleasure in his arms.
He wanted to feel her own rapture before igniting his own and releasing into her sweet depths. Buffy's virginal, tight muscles clamped around him and he shut his eyes as pleasure wracked through his body and centered on one part of him.
Buffy pulled his face back up to her own and kissed him hungrily. "I love you," Angel whispered as he felt her hit her first climax. Another stroke of his thick shaft brought her another. And then another. Stroke. Climax. Stroke. Climax. Stroke. Stroke. Climax. He impaled her once more with a bruising tenderness, and hit his peak. He pulled his head back from her and hollered her name at the top of his dead lungs.
She joined him once again in rapture when she felt the first cool, spurts of his seed deep within her body. It shot through her like an aphrodisiac, and she wanted more. They rolled over, the lust renewed without being calmed, and struggles for the pace renewed once again. Buffy wanted it fast and hard. Angel wanted it too, but right now he had to be considerate of her body and her feelings. She would be sorry later if they did what they both wanted right now.
He had to be slow.
PART FOUR
They took their time to dress again, Angel assuring Buffy that a dance would be wonderful together. And so they proceeded to the backyard to dance under the moonlight. Angel held Buffy close to his heart, wosrhipping her forehead with tender kisses. She held tightly to him, savoring each moment they were blessed with. For that's what each moment they had together, really was. A blessing. A gift. Something precious to treasure for eternity and beyond.
But eventually, their mutual needs for each other, compelled them to head back inside. Angelus carried her up the stairs again, to the bedroom
Angel set Buffy down on her feet. Their lips met in a hungry, feverish kiss that burned deep to their souls with every taste taken by their tongues, and every nip delivered with their teeth. As they kissed, Angelus couldn�t resist removing Buffy from her tiny dress, unzipping the back zipper and tearing away from the kiss to let his gaze linger over her form as the dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet like a cloud.
�Are you sure?� Angel asked, wanting to hear Buffy say she wanted him, she craved him-desired him as much as he desired, craved, and wanted her. Buffy smirked and slid her hands down to the belt and fly of his pants, unzipping and pulling out his straining erection. He chuckled softly, �you certainly know how to make it hard for a man to be chivalrous.�
�Indeed, it is hard,� she licked her tongue across his lower lip, the double meaning sending a shudder through Angel�s spine. His heart-though not beating-was calling out to her, begging for more than anyone had ever given him before. He was calling for her unconditional love�And deep down inside he knew, that�s what he�ll always get from her.
Angel couldn�t say he regretted her single-mindedness on the matter of getting straight to the �sex� part of the evening, even though later he knew he�d wish he�d taken things a little slower.
Buffy�s next attack-which Angel held himself still through-was to basically rip off his shirt, buttons popping everywhere.
Still in a teasing mood, Angel smiled and said, �as far as invitations go, ripping off my clothes is a little ambiguous, don�t you think? What if parties were run that way?�
Buffy smiled and kissed him again, �won�t you come to my party?� her hands slid the torn fabric of his shirt, to the floor.
�All night,� he responded, pulling her face up to his for another kiss. Buffy�s hands roamed over his muscular chest, making him nibble her lips with a little more force when she flicked her fingers across his taut, male nipples.
Angel slid his fingers under the hem of her black thongs-the only clothing she still had on besides her heels, �I�d love to see you there,� he whispered huskily into her ear. �I�d love it.� He licked her ear lobe gently.
She tucked her fingers around his erection and stroked him firmly, �you need to lose some clothes,� she informed him, and pushed his pants off of him completely. Unabashedly nude before each other, Angel guided Buffy to the bed and sat back so that she stood between his thighs. Angel was struggling to keep his mind on track as she stroked his hardened member.
Her sparkling eyes and her disingenuous grin warmed his cold body all over. Her hips swayed sexily as she teased him with another form stroke of her hand. She kissed him again, lifting her right knee to place on the bed next to him. Angel slid a hand to the underside of her left thigh, inviting her to place her knee on the other side of his hips so that she straddled him.
Angel cupped her derriere in his palms, pulling her closer as she released his erection and placed her hands on his shoulders. Angel took the time then, to remove her from her thongs by simply ripping them at the sides.
Reaching a hand between them to test her readiness, he smiled. She was dripping wet for him. Only for him. It was always for him. She�d never been aroused by another man before�Or demon, for that matter.
Kissing her hungrily, he lifted her hips and slid her down onto his steel-hard cock, thrusting up into her and growling as her heat scorched his cold skin. The mixture of burning flames, and cold ice sent a wave of rightness between them as they joined. Nothing else could ever feel so perfect. So natural.
So right.
Angel leaned down to lick over the sensitive skin just over her breasts, loving the moans and breathy sighs she released as he tasted her. �This could take a long time, lover. How much stamina do you have?� he couldn�t help urging her arousal with some teasing words.
�Enough to last with you,� she replied, raising herself off him and then falling back down once more.
The pleasure of being finally reunited with Angel�s body, was almost more than Buffy could take. She�d had so many intensely accurate dreams of what this union would be like. She could only hope that the consequences this time, weren�t like they usually were when her dreams turned to nightmares.
Lifting her, Angel flipped them to hover over her as he thrust back inside. Buffy shrieked as sparks of pleasure lit at every nerve-ending. Buffy opened her eyes to find him watching her. �It�s always been you,� he whispered, �never anyone else. Buffy, I�ve never loved anyone but you.�
�Angel,� she whispered, managing to hold the tears back. She couldn�t cry at their past. They could only rejoice at their future now. No more dwelling. Brooding. Thinking. Just a Hell of a lot of hoping.
And loving.
She rocked her hips closer as he thrust inside her tight channel yet again. She wrapped both arms around him, her hands pulling the muscled lines of his back closer to her with every thrust of his steel erection into her tight depths.
Angel kept his eyes locked with hers as their bodies came together, and their souls combined. The intimacy of it all stole Buffy�s breath away, and would have done likewise to Angel if he had had breath to breathe. They were so good together, so perfect�Their every thought matched and echoed in the other.
Their strokes took on a unique synchronicity as they both raced towards climax. She panted and arched upward; he moaned and drove onward. Closer, closer Buffy came-and when she did, Angel was right there with her.
He savored the long, blissful moments when her body hugged him nearer, then still as pleasure roared through him too. Shouted her name hoarsely, he united them once more, the final time for this love making.
Sinking back into the covers with Angel, Buffy held tight to him. Her heart thundered. Her breathing panted. Her ears even rang. Despite her melancholy mood from just moments earlier, Buffy couldn�t help but grin.
�This is what love feels like, Buffy,� Angelus said, placing a tender kiss to the top of her head. Yes, that�s right. I said Angelus.
�It�s like heaven�I think maybe my teeth are vibrating,� Buffy smiled and laughed in her passion-filled, misted daze.
�Mine too,� Angelus grinned, his fangs slipping free.
�I think that was the best dinner I�ve ever cooked,� Buffy mused.
�Would you care for another taste then, lover?� Angelus whispered as he licked over the throbbing jugular vein on her neck. �Eternity, perhaps?�
�Angelus?� she asked, her voice surprisingly knowing and accepting despite the fact that her lover had slipped free and his demon was in his place. �If I give you a taste, will you send Angel back out here? There�s some things he hasn�t finished yet.�
Angelus grinned, �that�ll do, lover. But remember Angel is just an appetizer for you. I�ll be your main course in the future.�
�Okay,� Buffy sighed. �Give me Angel for now.�