But then there was what Willow said. The person who Angel flipped out on. She said they�d never found the body. Maybe that was who had shot me. Maybe they were trying to kill Angel, and they�d missed and shot me instead. That thought only further encouraged my want to get away from the danger that followed him�even though I can�t imagine leaving him behind.
At the airport, there were so many people getting ready to board first class flights, and I wanted more than anything to be wearing something that wasn�t splattered with my own blood. I felt so tacky around everyone in their fine clothes.
I put my wishes aside for the moment, however, to ask Angel just where he thought he was taking me.
�I haven�t figured that out yet,� he said, staring at the list of flights that would be departing soon. �I was thinking Jamaica. But then maybe Ireland. What do you think?�
�Angel,� I reached out to his hand with my right hand. �I can�t go with you. You know that.�
He turned to look at me. �Buffy�I don�t want to force you to stay with me, but I�m sorry�I can�t let you leave. If I�m not there, who knows what might happen to you. These people could be after you.�
�But they could be after you!� I pointed out. �And so far, they�ve missed because of me. If I stay with you, they could kill me to get to you.�
�But we don�t know for sure,� he responded. �For all we know, they could think we�re some other couple. Or maybe they think we have something that they want. Whatever it is-we don�t know. So I�m sorry, but I can�t let you go. I�d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you.�
He turned to look at the list of flights again, but kept my hand in his own. I looked down at our joined hands, and wondered if-despite what he had said before-the only reason he had me with him, was to make sure these people didn�t kill me.
I looked up at him as he studied the flights. He was so serious. So determined. It was almost frightening. I was afraid of him, yes. But really, I was only afraid of being in love with him. I felt myself growing attached, and after a week and a half-I couldn�t seem to imagine my life without him.
How would I live without him there?
�Angel?� I questioned in a soft voice. I didn�t want to become an annoying pest by always asking questions, but I just had to know.
�Yeah?� he asked, not taking his eyes off the flight screens.
I was silent a moment as I considered my options. I knew I wanted to stay with him, despite the danger�But how should I tell him that without sounding desperate and vulnerable? How could I lay myself on the line without being open to pain?
I chewed my bottom lip for a moment, sticking out in a bit of a pout. What could I do? Then it dawned on me, and I had no doubts about my course of action.
I stepped on to my tip-toes, and with my good hand, I turned his head to the side to face me. Before he had time to react or think, I pressed my lips against his.
For a moment, he seemed hesitant to respond. His protests changed, a millisecond later, when I stood directly in front of him, and allowed my body to slide slightly closer to his own. I clashed my hips against his own, and pressed against him.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and then he moaned longingly in to my mouth. I reveled in the sound, licking my tongue across his lips and teeth; silently begging him to kiss me back.
To let me in.
It worked!
His hands slid around my waist, to hold me even closer to the growing ache he was feeling in a certain part of the male anatomy, that had a mind of it�s own, and an IQ of a potato.
His lips parted, and his tongue slid out to meet my own, and trace over my lips.
The kiss lasted several, long moments, and when we broke apart, the world seemed so much darker. So much more passion was floating around us. Angel�s eyes were almost black with desire, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world, to know that I was the reason to that passion. To that desire�That lust.
I gazed in to his eyes, panting slightly, and then asked, �can I choose where we go?�
�As long as it has a bed,� he whispered, leaning down to apply a tender kiss to my lips once more.
I smiled in to the kiss and said, �Bora Bora it is.�
He moaned out his reply, and before we knew it�We were flying.
**
The jet ride was fairly smooth, save for some turbulence about an hour in to the flight. But then we leveled off, and I relaxed enough to snuggle in to Angel�s chest and go to sleep.
When I woke up, I discovered that Angel had gone to sleep. His head was leaning against the pillow he had shoved against the window next to him, and his brow was furrowed as he slept. He looked so serious. He looked like he was trying to focus on something very important. Like defusing a bomb or something along the lines of a serious situation like that.
I leaned over, not able to resist his perfect, pouting lips, and I kissed him tenderly, nibbling on his lower lip first.
He shot awake with the first touch of my lips to his, and relaxed when he opened his eyes and saw that it was me. He shut his eyes again, and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my shoulders to draw me in to his lap and his chest.
I was so glad then, that Angel had gone all-out on the flight plans, and booked the jet suite. This was a place on the jet that very few people ever had the opportunity to know about. Only the rich and extremely handsome were admitted access to this area of a first-class jet. Most people didn�t even know that it existed.
We were surely not to be disturbed for another hour or two by the flight attendants, at our request, so I wasn�t opposed to his moves when Angel stood up with me in his arms.
*~*Oh no, I see
The spider web is tangled up with me
And I lost my head
And thought of all the stupid things I'd said*~*
He deepened the kiss, setting me on my own two feet. His hands reached down to hold my hips closer to his aching manhood. The intense reaction he was having was making me tremble and shake in nervous anticipation. I knew it would happen. It had to. That knowledge-the knowledge of my power to cause such a wonderful and powerful man to react like that-was enough to drive me to a farther point in my passions.
My left arm was barely any help due to the pain in my hand and my shoulder, so I avoided doing anything with it other than resting it on his chest. But my other hand was free. I traced it down his shoulder, and around his nipple through his long-sleeved, black shirt.
He moaned in to my mouth as I slid my hand lower. Lower still. Till I could trace the outline of the hard bulge in his pants. �Angel,� I gasped against his lips. �Angel.� That was all I could get out. What I wanted-what I needed�I couldn�t think of the answer to those thoughts, or how to say it if it started to make sense to me.
*~*Oh no, what's this?
A spider web and I'm caught in the middle
So I turn to run
And thought of all the stupid things I'd done*~*
His lips parted from mine, and he began tracing a line with his tongue down my throat. He licked across the vein in my neck, sucking it between his lips and nibbling tenderly with his teeth. I could hear his heavy breathing, and I opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling of the jet. I could just imagine the sight of the clouds all around us, as I made love to the one man I�d ever felt anything for.
This was surely my heaven.
Angel�s hands supported my back as he started to back me up towards the bed in the corner of the room. He stood before the bed finally, with me in his arms, and as he kissed across my good shoulder, his fingers went to the lace-up of the back of the top I was wearing.
He took his time making me more and more nervous and excited with every aching moment. The ache between my legs was growing, and I couldn�t figure out how to stop it. I tried squeezing my legs together as tightly as I could, but that only helped for a few moments as my body went numb. Then, two seconds later, the ache was back. But it wasn�t a painful ache. It was a bit of a playful reminder.
Of what, I wasn�t sure.
*~*And I never meant to cause you trouble
I never meant to do you wrong
And ah, well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh, no I never meant to do you harm*~*
Laying me down on the bed after removing my shirt with extreme care, I had never felt so cared for. So �tended� to. Angel was being ever so gentle as he settled me back against the white pillows.
He stared down at me with questions in his dark eyes. I answered them with my smile, and he nodded and looked down with a slight smile on his beautiful features. He reached the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it up and over his head in one swift movement that left him suddenly bare to my gaze of admiration.
Surely there had never been a more perfect specimen of man than the Greek God before me! That was for sure!
�Angel,� I whispered, offering my good hand. I didn�t care anymore about the fact that all I had on were my jeans and a tiny bra. I felt so comfortable-though I was nervous-and I didn�t harbor any doubts about what we were doing. It felt so right.
Natural.
*~*Oh no, I see
The spider web and it's me in the middle
So I twist and turn
But here am I in my little bubble*~*
He took my hand, and I pulled him down to me, guiding his face to my own so that I could kiss him once more. I licked and nibbled across his lips, panting in my own way. How could one person, one kiss-make me so hot and breathless with want? How could he change my mood so simply? It was like he put no effort in to it.
�Oh,� I gasped as he pulled his lips back from mine, and his left hand started playing with my nipple through the material of my peach bra. He started kissing down my neck again. His fingers were tracing the lacy design of my bra, and it was making me impatient. Couldn�t he hurry it up somehow? I may be new at this, but I knew it could get there faster.
�Angel!� this time it came out as a bit of a whine. Angel chuckled his response, and traced his fingers to the back clasp of my bra. He found it amusing how I arched my back as best as I could without causing my shoulder pain, so that he could unhook it from my body.
Angel slid my bra away from my body, and then trailed his lips up to my ear. He nibbled the ear lobe for a moment, and then whispered in a hot, sweaty voice, �my baby anxious?�
I managed a moan in reply, as his free hand pressed to my center, through my jeans.
He chuckled softly, deep in his throat. �Just wait, love. I promise it will be worth it. Just trust me.�
*~*Singing out
I never meant to cause you trouble
I never meant to do you wrong
And ah, well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh, no I never meant to do you harm*~*
I moaned impatiently. �Angel, please,� I begged as he increased the pressure from his fingers. His left hand twisted my nipple until stood at painful attention. His right hand was applying pressure to my heat in a way that even I hadn�t done before. And his lips�
Oh! His Lips!
He was whispering sweet endearments about beauty and desire in my ear, and it was making me so hot. So wet. I felt so incredibly desired. It was like nothing else I�d ever experienced.
Suddenly, everything that was making me hot�stopped. Then I heard the sound of something, and I felt a shifting near my hips. I opened my eyes, and looked down.
Angel took his time, taking my jeans down my legs, exploring every inch that he revealed with an agonizing slowness that made me want to cry out in pained impatience.
When he finished with that, he slid back up my body and hooked his fingers inside my white panties. He looked up at me, as if waiting for my rejection or protest.
But hearing and seeing nothing, he continued on. He guided my panties down my legs and off.
As he climbed up my body, he hesitated to leave a few small kissed along my pleasure bud. I wanted him to continue, but he whispered, �no. I want to be inside you, baby.�
His left hand returned to my nipple, and his mouth latched on to the other. His tongue swirled around the hardening pebble, and his teeth scraped the skin ever so gently. I moaned, arching my back so that I was closer to his talented mouth and hand.
�Please,� was all I could gasp.
His left hand kneaded my breast slowly, and then his lips parted from the other. He trailed kisses through the valley between my breasts, and his right hand slid down my sides. He reached my mound, and gently began to stroke me through my curls.
*~*Singing out
I never meant to cause you trouble
I never meant to do you wrong
And ah, well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh, no I never meant to do you harm*~*
�You�re so beautiful,� he whispered in to my ear once more, making even hotter. Even wetter for him. �Every inch of you.� He licked my neck again. �I could spend an eternity devouring you.�
I couldn�t think far enough to the point of forming a thought-let alone full words or sentences. I wondered briefly in the back of my mind, how the Hell Angel was able to do it. Hack it down to experience, I supposed, not dwelling on that thought for much longer.
His fingers slid over my clit, and I moaned outwardly at the quick, butterfly flicks he skimmed over my heated nerve endings. �So responsive, my baby,� he whispered more in to my neck. �It makes me want you so much more. It�s not even possible, but I do.�
I pushed in to his talented hand, but he resisted, and slid his fingers back further. One finger prodded my tight opening, waiting patiently for me to relax again before pushing ahead to check the wet warm home that awaited an extremely swollen member of his body.
I don�t know how Angel got rid of his pants. All I know it that one second, he was dressed. The next, he wasn�t.
I could feel him hard against my leg, and it made me both excited and afraid. What if he was too big? What would he think of me if I couldn�t take all of him? How much was this going to hurt?
Angel lifted his weight off me on his hands on either side of my head. He was positioned just outside my entrance, and his eyes were filled with questions. �Are you sure?� he asked me; concerned.
I nodded, pulling his face down to kiss his lips again. He slid in so slowly. He reached a certain point, and the stopped. His fingers worked my little bud until I was dripping, and then he pushed in further. It was painful because he was so large, but I wanted to continue.
I couldn�t stop. Not now.
Angel was just one push away from being completely inside of me. I opened my eyes and locked with his own. His fingers were working me in to a frenzy, and I could feel the approaching rush of pleasure.
Angel�s eyes bore into mine, and before he could ask me again if I was sure, I kissed his lips and said, �I would die for it.�
The change in phrase from when before I�d said I wouldn�t, made Angel happier than he had ever looked before. As my climax hit, he slid inside me completely, adoring the feeling of my tight, vaginal muscles squeezing his manhood at the height of my pleasure.
*~*They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me*~*
�Buffy,� he moaned, clenching his jaw to keep form exploding. He wanted to feel me come again before he let go. He wanted to feel my love, my passion�Complete with his own�
Making us one.
Suddenly everything had changed. Now, not only could I not literally survive without Angel there�
I couldn�t keep living emotionally, without him in my life.
This changed everything.