�You knew?� I was shocked. How could she have possibly known? And for that matter, why didn�t she tell me? �Buffy, how could you know?�
�I�m not as blonde as I look, Angel,� she sighed. �I knew Wesley wanted me dead, I knew Cordelia wanted you. I pieced two and two together, and figured out you probably did something to Wesley to further enrage him. It all made sense to me. And then we saw them together, at the hospital, and�I just knew everything. I was hoping you�d just be honest with me and tell me the truth about what you did, but of course that never happened. So yeah, I knew.�
�God, I can�t believe you didn�t tell me!� I ran a hand over my face. I took a moment to calm the anger inside of me, and then I put my head on straight. �Okay, this idea I have�It�ll work, but only if you�re up for it.�
�I�m tired of all of this,� she began.
I cut off her protests, �Buffy, we have to do-�
But she stopped me. �You didn�t let me finish.� Obviously. �I�m tired of having to run, of having to hide. I�m tired, Angel. And I�m ready to end it.� She looked into my eyes and said, �tell me what you want from me, and I�ll do it. There�s only one thing I want when this is all done.�
�What?�
�You,� she answered solemnly. �Angel, if we get through this alive, and you ever leave me, I swear to God I�ll kill you myself.�
I stepped to her, and pulled her into my arms. �That�ll never happen. I promise. It may be dangerous to love you�But that�s a risk I�m willing to take,� I smiled down at her. �Besides, I�m a man of danger, right?�
She laughed, �yeah. Real dangerous.�
~~
Arriving at the airport, I was getting increasingly nervous and fidgety. I wanted something to relieve my stress. But there was nothing. Standing in the private rooms reserved for passengers to the VIP rooms of the plane I felt my shoe loosen. Dammit, it was undone! Oh well, then again it gives me something to concentrate on for the moment. I lifted my foot onto the chair, bending over to tie it up again. However, this gave Angelus a great view of my ass in these tight pants.
�Oh God, baby, you look so good right now,� he whispered in my ear, placing his hands on my hips and pulling my ass flush against his groin. �Let�s make love right here.�
I straightened, and turned in his arms. Linking my arms around his neck, I smiled, �you know we can�t do that. We only have twenty minutes until the plane boards.�
**
Motioning to the long table behind us, she raised an eyebrow. �How would it look if you had me bent over the table...Half naked?� she nipped along my lower jaw, not helping to discourage this naughty idea from my head.
I groaned, hardening even more. �Please, lover? I can assure you, that there�s nothing like knowing you can get caught at any moment, at the height of your...pleasure.� I smirked at her, and that was all it took for her eyes to glaze over with a consenting answer and a lust that matched my own.
Reaching my hand between us, I sat her back on the table, laying her back and unzipped her pants. Pulling them down just enough so that I could have access to her molten depths, I smirked and kissed her breathless. I helped her with the belt of my own pants.
Sliding them down just enough to free my straining erection, I tested her readiness with a stroke of my fingers into her wet depths.
She was dripping wet.
For me.
Taking her lips with my own, I kissed her ruthlessly, plundering her mouth with my tongue; mimicking what I wanted to do with our lower bodies. Distracting her with my lips, I thrust into her with one hot thrust that made her eyes pop open and a shriek escape her lips; muffled against my own.
I didn�t let her break the kiss as I began to drive into her. The only word that seemed suiting for this carnal act of expressing my passions for her was...fucking.
She met my thrusts with equal fervor. I pinched her beautiful, bare ass, pulling her into each of my thrusts so that I could get deeper with ever...single...stroke.
�Harder,� she whispered breathily against my lips, shutting her eyes and clenching her jaw. �Please, Angel. Harder.�
I complied to her requests, pushing harder with every ounce of strength that wouldn�t hurt her. Licking down her neck, to her collar, I began nipping along her skin; knowing that little biting sensations like that drive her completely and totally out of her mind.
She twined her fingers in my hair, and pulled me closer, dropping her nose into my hair to allow my scent to surround her. She shut her eyes, clenching her insides as the pleasure was almost too much. When she clenched, I almost came right then and there. We had made love many times, and every time I was surprised at how deliciously tight she remained.
It was like a vice; squeezing me.
I felt her panting, on the edge of her orgasm, and with two more strokes, we were both there. Pumping in to her wildly, I gasped her name into her neck, biting her skin with blunt teeth. She shrieked into my hair as another one hit her.
**
Coming down from orgasm, I leaned my head against Angelus�. �Wow,� was all I could say.
He leaned his face up, to kiss my lips again. I savored this kiss, allowing myself to just feel what he was feeling at the moment. I wanted to be able to hear and understand the emotions and thoughts running through his head.
Dressing each other between tender kisses, after about three minutes you could barely tell anything scandalous had happened here.
Kissing my soundly, Angelus smiled at me. �You ready for this?� he asked me, a flicker of doubt hidden behind his eyes.
I nodded. �Ready.�
So the plan was set into motion. Angel and I caught the first flight back to Devil�s Gorge, and by three in the afternoon, the next day: we were back in The Gorge of the Devils-as I was affectionately beginning to refer to it as. Angel went over the plan about five billion times with me while we were in the air, until I finally begged him to stop talking. When that didn�t work, I took him to the bed on the plane and made love to him for several hours.
That seemed to distract him enough until we landed.
Then he started going over it again.
Walking up the steps to my father�s home, where apparently both Angelus� family and my own, had gathered, I held Angel�s hand. �Okay, so we know what we�re doing, right?� Angel asked me for the fifth time in the last two minutes.
�Yes,� I groaned and sighed dramatically. �There�ll be a slight kink in the plans if you ask me one more time, let me just say that for the record.�
�Sorry,� Angelus pulled me into his arms at the top of the steps. �I just can�t believe I�m dangling you as bait. Just promise me, you won�t hold this against me in the future.�
�I won�t,� I assured him with a soft smile. �Ready?� I asked, and at his nod, I said, �okay. Manhandle me.�
He picked me up and threw me over his, and so began the greatest plan ever, as I began to beat wildly on his back. �Put me down!� I shrieked, allowing myself to start crying. I thought of everything I�d gone through and allowed my emotions to take over me; crying and sobbing and pounding on Angelus� back as he kicked open the front doors and stormed in to the house, ready to make a scene that would be remembered.
�Put me down you damned basterd!� I shrieked, kicking at his stomach, and trying to rip his shirt. It ripped successfully, and I knew Angelus was inwardly cringing as he tabulated the cost of it in his head.
**
Strolling into the main parlor, I found the scene a little different then it should have been. Instead of just my parents, and Hank�Wesley and Cordelia were there as well. Cordelia had a gun pointed at my cowering, gagged family on the couch, and Wesley was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.
Upon making my entrance, everyone looked up. I spotted Hank in the corner of the room, chained up to the large, mahogany desk. An evil smile spread across Wesley�s face when he saw me with Buffy over my shoulder. To add to the drama, Buffy had dressed in the shirt and pants that her blood had stained when she originally got shot. This would help to convince them even more, that I didn�t care at all for her well-being.
�I believe you were looking for this,� I said, and tossed Buffy to the floor, hating the sickening crunching sound as she smashed to the hardwood floors. But of course, it had to be believable, so I didn�t do anything to help her or tend to the new cut on her lip.
�True to your word, Angelus. Something I admire about you,� Wesley grinned wickedly. �Unfortunately, there isn�t much else for a man like me to admire about you�But then again, there�s always hope, right?� he laughed as if he�d just made the funniest joke ever. �Bring the girl over to the desk by her father, so he can say his good-byes and watch her die.�
�The girl has a name,� Buffy said bitterly, climbing to her feet unsteadily. �And if you kill me in front of all of them, they�re witnesses. Doesn�t that make it kind of hard to let them go?� she raised an eyebrow at Wesley.
�I suppose you�re right. It would,� Wesley acted as if he hadn�t thought of that. Then he laughed, �oh that�s right!� He acted as if he�d just realized something else, �I have no intentions of letting them go! How could I have forgotten this little massacre I have planned?�
�Oh please,� Buffy scoffed. �The police will easily pin it to you. And trust me, if there�s more than one murder-they will investigate. Just one body, that�s fine. But six or seven makes it a little harder.�
�Not exactly,� Cordelia finally spoke. She wandered over to Buffy, looking like she had all the power in the world. �See, after the police find the tape we have of you and Angel fighting with your families about being allowed to be together, the police will have no doubts that you murdered them all when they wouldn�t allow you to get married. They�ll pin the murder on you, Buffy, because Angel will still be alive. And if Angel knows what�s good for him,� she came over to me and walked her fingers up my left arm, �he�ll tell the police you did it all. You killed everyone. Even your own mother. Then he�ll explain that he shot you, in self defense, to keep you from killing him.�
�And let me guess,� Buffy continued, �after all of that, you�ll threaten that if Angel ever leaves you after that, you�ll take a different story with some more phony evidence, to the police and put him in jail for the rest of forever, right?� Buffy rolled her eyes, �to be perfectly honest, Cordelia, it sounds like you have to go through a lot of shit to keep a man. Did you ever just consider faking a pregnancy to keep �em?�
�You�re real funny, Buffy. Maybe your sense of humor will save you one day, and you�ll find yourself on the good graces of the higher powers.� Cordelia laughed, walking back to her. Suddenly, she backhanded Buffy hard, dropping her to the floor. �But not today.�
�Okay, enough talking then, don�t you think?� Wesley asked.
I cut in, �there�s just one thing I don�t get,� I said.
�What�s that?� Wesley sighed.
�Your revenge on me�What is it? You�re losing Cordelia to me. You�re not killing me. So how are you hurting me here, Wes?� I was confused at his motives.
He smirked, �I should have thought it would be quite obvious by now, Angelus. Your darling love there,� he motioned to Buffy from where she sat on the floor, nursing her cracked lip and cut cheek. �You love her, so I figure killing her is probably the best way to make you suffer.�
This is when I began my real act. �Love her?� I laughed. �She has a hot ass, and she was a nice fuck.� I walked over to where Buffy was, and bent down to look into her eyes as I spoke. �The fact of the matter is, Wes, that I never stopped loving Cordelia. Buffy was something to pass the time�� I trailed my fingers over her hair, and then pushed her backwards, �for that matter, I think she was a lousy fuck. Just nothing there,� I grimaced, as if thinking of something disgusting. �She gave herself so willingly. There was nothing there. No sense of adventure. And she was always thinking of herself.� I mocked her voice then, saying, �Oh Angelus. Please let me cum. Please. Harder. Harder!� I rolled my eyes. �Pathetic, really.�
Wesley pulled out a gun then, and pointed it at Cordelia, �then I guess we�ll have to say that Buffy was jealous of Cordelia, and killed her too.� He cocked the gun, and smiled, �in fact, this works out great. I�m depriving you of both women, Angelus. You do get a choice here, about which one dies first, though. So tell me�Fluffy, the Bad Layer? Or Cordelia, the Exotic Slut?�
�Wesley, what are you doing?� Cordelia was beginning to fear him. �We had a deal. You�re ruining things.�
�It�s what I do best, beloved,� he laughed outwardly. �Now, tell me�Do you have any last words?�
�Yeah,� Cordelia started.
�Not you,� he chuckled, and turned to aim the gun at Buffy. �You.�
Buffy�s eyes widened, and then time stopped.
The doors to the parlor flew open, and shots were suddenly flying everywhere. I dove for Buffy, just as Wesley�s fired the gun. The pain rippled through my back as I tackled Buffy on the floor, and the bullet ripped through my flesh.
Turning my head, I saw Wesley fall to the floor with blood gushing from his mouth. Cordelia went down in much the same fashion, her head smacking in to the floor with a sickening snap that informed everyone in the room, that she had just broken her neck.
I was starting to black out as I felt my heart decreasing. Buffy shrieked, rolling me onto my back. �Angel, no! No, stay with me, baby. Stay with me. Please. Please stay with me.� She stroked her hand over my hair as she cradled my head in her lap. Looking over the blood on my chest, she let the tears roll down her blood-streaked face.
Ripping off her own shirt, she pressed it into my stomach, where I�m assuming the wound was. Feeling nothing, I felt so tired. My body was numb, but it was a pleasant numbness. I felt like for the first time in a long time, I could really sleep. And as I shut my eyes�That�s what I did.
**
�Angel, no!� I screamed, pressing harder into the wound. �Don�t you leave me, dammit! You promised me. You promised me! You promised you wouldn�t leave me. You can�t.�
Sobbing as a million people dressed in red, white, and blue; rushed into the room, I felt him letting go. His eyes flickered shut, and I couldn�t see his soul anymore. He was leaving me.
He was leaving me.
**