Arriving home, I felt completely exhausted. Why couldn't I work a basic day shift like everybody else instead of working my entire night away? I had next to no social life already, and now I didn't even have the time to support one in the event that I gained a few friends. Life sucked. Except for the possibility of seeing Angelus again...
No. Don't think about him. Thinking about him is bad. Bad Buffy. Bad bad girl. Don't think about Mr.Gorgeous. But how could I not when he was sitting on my couch, his arms spread over the back looking sexy and scandalous in a way that only someone like him could pull off.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice failing me. Just seeing him sitting there was tearing on my already depleted defences. I was going to give in to him now, for sure. There was no way I could resist.
"James cheated on Willow," he said.
Well, that would help me resist. It wasn't the most seductive way to start a conversation. Why did he always do that to me? He'd get me so ready, then give me some reason to fight my attraction. James, was a perfect reason. Who would want anything to do with him? He was the worst kind of man...Well, boy. Little boy. Little, immature, dirty, disgusting, cheating, filthy...Oh no! Poor Willow.
"Is Willow okay?" I asked quietly.
"She's asked to come and stay with me and...You," he kept his gaze locked on me as he spoke the words that I SO didn't want to hear.
"Great. The scam again," I sighed and dropped my keys and bag onto the table next to me. "Angelus, I don't want to go through all of that again. I feel bad enough as it is, about lying to her. Can't you take care of this yourself, and leave me out of it?"
"You know you don't want that," he hadn't moved from his place. A sexy smirk crept over his features. "You don't want to be left out of this, Buffy. My guess? You're intrigued, and dying for me to force you into it so you have an excuse for giving in."
"You don't know that," I said, hoping to God that it sounded more convincing to him than it did to me. "You don't know me."
"No?" he raised a brow. He smiled then, "come here."
I had to resist. This was stupid. This was pointless...This was everything I wanted. Who am I kidding? I can't keep going like this. It's been, like, a week, and I'm already willing to sell my soul for just a taste of him. My feet, of course, move of their own accord until I'm standing in front of him.
**
I lifted a hand and trailed it down Buffy's firm stomach, to linger under the hem of her black pants. "I'm going to make love to you, Buffy," I whispered, and leaned forward to pull her stomach to my face. Kissing her through the silk of her top, I felt her heart beat increasing. She twined her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer.
Taking off her shirt was so simple, and all that was left was her black, lacy bra. It went the way of the skirt; tossed across the room and abandoned to the floor. Latching my mouth on to one of her pert nipples, my fingers began to work on the buttons of her pants. She gripped my head closer to her chest, hoping to help with the ache in her perfect breast. Hearing her gasp my name encouraged me on as my fingers made short work of pulling down her black pants, and revealing the black thongs that matched her discarded bra. Her pants pooled at her feet, and she stood before me; next to naked.
"Is this what you bought with my account number?" I smirked up at her. At her smile and nod, I knew it was. "I'll have to make you shop with my money more often, lover. You look stunning." As I spoke, I lifted her to straddle my lap.
She leaned down and kissed me tenderly, tasting me. She licked her tongue through my lips, smiling at something. She took control now, sliding her fingers to the buttons in my black silk shirt, until she could run her hands over the firm expanse of my chest. She smiled sexily, and slid the fabric from my shoulders. She raised it in the air, and broke the kiss to gaze at me with a grin plastered to her gorgeous face.
She twirled the top around in the air on her finger, and said, "my turn." Getting rid of the top, she returned to fondling my chest. Leaning down, she licked and nipped along my collarbone, down to my nipples. Flicking one with her fingers, she tasted the other. She moaned against my skin, echoing the moan I had just released when she sucked my skin firmly, and nibbled oh-so-gently with her teeth.
As she continued to lick and nip my skin, she trailed her fingers down my sides, to the belt of my pants. Taking her sweet time, and driving me out of whatever was left of my mind, she undid my buckle, and the top button to my pants. I wished to Hell that she would simply hurry thing sup a bit. I was aching for her, and if she didn't let me slide into her moist channel soon, I was going to flip out.
She slid down my zipper just enough to free my straining erection. Her hands closed over it, and I moaned outwardly. "Yes," I whispered, locking my gaze with her own. her eyes were almost black with a passion that matched my own, and it made me shake with desire. God, I wanted this woman so much.
More than anything I'd ever wanted in this lifetime, or any other lifetime before. This was my idea of paradise. My idea of heaven. My ecstasy.
I couldn't wait any longer. I broke her thong off her, and at her protest of the ripping of the material, I answered, "I'll take you shopping for more." I slipped a finger into her heated depths then, revealing at the feeling of her tight wetness suctioning to my fingers. OH this was going to be so good!
She moaned and spread her legs wider, allowing me access. Much to her chagrin, however, I removed my fingers and lifted them to my lips. Licking one digit slowly, sensually, she almost exploded in front of me. She leaned forward and captured my lips in a tantalizing kiss that left both of us crying out for more.
Lifting her slowly, I slid her down onto my hard cock. "Buffy!" I shouted her name as she slid down on me even more. But then I felt my surprise overwhelm me, when I encountered her virgin barrier. There was no way she was a virgin! Her eyes spoke that she knew a lot about sex, yet her hymen told me otherwise. The look in her eyes as she slid down even more, and I ripped through the barrier, told me that she was indeed new to making love.
I was going to be her first.
I thrust into her completely, swallowing her scream of combined pleasure and pain in my mouth. Ending the kiss, she looked down into my eyes and whispered, "I never knew before tonight."
I lifted her up again, until I was almost completely out of her. Then I pulled her back down onto me. She gasped again, the pain lessened now. Kissing her once again, I lifted her off, and pushed back in. The next time I did it, she helped me, pushing in to me with a passion and a desire of her own.
Rising this time on her own, she stabled herself by settling her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes locked with mine as she pushed down again, making us both moan at the friction it created. She was losing herself in the rhythm we were creating, and as she gave in, I took over once more.
Holding her to me with one hand, I brought us down to the floor, and thrust into her. She screamed at the new position; her nerve endings erupting in pools of seemingly endless pleasure. "Angelus!" she gasped against my lips, making me even harder for her. I wasn't going to last much longer, and I wanted her to be there with me for when I exploded into paradise.
I slid a hand between our bodies as we settled in to a driving rhythm. I pinched her tight little nubbin until she was screaming, "harder!" I complied, adding an extra burst of energy to my thrust as she exploded into her orgasm; her inner walls clenching me tightly as she came, shaking violently.
"Angelus! Oh my God!" she clutched me tighter as her second orgasm hit, and I joined her this time. I captured her lips with my own as I pumped into her wildly, drawing out our joined pleasure for as long as humanly possible.
~~
"Will you come with me to Los Angeles?" I asked, holding her in my arms in her bed, about twenty minutes later.
She nodded, leaning up to kiss me; still breathless from our second round of love-making. It shocked me that I didn't cringe at the idea of making love to someone. This wasn't meaningless sex. It wasn't fucking. This was making love. Making love to a woman I knew I could fall for if I didn't watch what I was doing. But with her right in front of me, I knew I wouldn't be watching anything but her.
**
Arriving in Los Angeles, or 'Los Angelus' as Angelus liked to refer to it as, I was met at the airport with Angelus, by his token limousine. On the way to his mansion, he explained what he knew about the entire 'James' incident...Which wasn't much, truth be told. Basically, he just knew that Willow had caught James in the act, and told him to get out before she pulled out a gun and lost her temper.
Angelus' home was every bit as large and elegant as Willow's home was in Palm Beach, but Angelus' had a style that was all his own. He used darker, more masculine colors, like maroon and brown, whereas most of Willow's home was white and gold. It dawned on me that I'd never seen Angelus in light-colored clothing, and I had to wonder why that was. He would look to-kill-for in baby blue. But no, he was always in black, or maroon, or brown, or a very dark shade of blue.
"Let me just worn you that she's really upset," Angelus said as he helped me out of the back of the limo. "So she's really-"
He was cut off by the sound of someone shrieking my name, and running down the steps of the front of the mansion. I found myself swamped in a blur of red hair and blue sweat shirt as Willow clung to me. "Oh Buffy!" she sobbed, breaking down against my chest. "Oh Buffy, I'm so glad you're here!"
I held her back, trying to offer some form of comfort to this openly hurt and sobbing girl in my eyes. I looked to Angelus to watch his reaction, as he finally finished his sentence, "-needy."
"Oh my," I sighed. This was going to be intense.
~~
I finally found the time a little later, to sneak away from Willow while she had a nap, to have a much-needed bath, which Angelus-without any prompting from me-made up for me, complete with roses and bath milk.
Stretching out in the luxurious tub, with candles lit all around me, I felt like a princess. Just imagine that a few weeks ago, life has been so depressingly boring...So uneventful. Well, things do come in unexpected ways, I guess.
Willow had been so distressed earlier. All she'd done was cry. I still had absolutely no idea what had happened between her and James, but I was secretly dying to know. How exactly had she caught him? There was a gossip-starved woman inside of me, ready to sit and hate at men for a few days on-end. Maybe this would be a good time to let her out to make a bit of a scene with Willow.
Also, I had no idea where my relationship with Angelus was going...If you could call it a relationship. He doesn't seem like he's exactly "in" to getting married and such. He'd gotten over his ex-fianc� rather fast. But then again, he looked at me in a way that made me want to lay in his bed, in his arms, for the rest of forever. Was he meaning to do that? Did he want me to fall for him? I knew I wanted him to fall for me. But of course, that wouldn�t be the easiest task in the world. Especially with-
"Buffy?!" Willow called, waltzing in to the bathroom. "There you are!" she exclaimed. She pulled up a chair next to the bath tub and sat down, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that I was relaxing, naked, in a bath tub. Under the milky surface of the water, I had nothing on. But if Willow was fine with it, I wasn't going to complain. This way, I could relax, and get the dirt on James, all at once.
By the look on her face, I knew what had happened. "Did he call?" I asked sympathetically. Poor Willow.
She shook her head. "Not once. It's like he doesn't care. I guess in a way, he doesn't. I just never got the chance to see it before. I was too blinded by my 'love' for him, to see what he really was...Did you know, Buffy? When you met him at the engagement party, did you know what he was really like?"
I nodded, and she sighed. "It figures that I'm the last to know." She paused, and then said, "I guess you want to know what happened, huh?"
I answered honestly, "I'm curious, I'll admit, but I can wait if you'd rather not talk about it right now. I'll understand, Wil."
"No, I can talk about it. I should talk about it. Get it off my chest, you know?" she took a moment, and then began. "Well, James had to go to New York for business last week. And he came home two days ago. I thought I'd surprise him by modeling some of that new underwear. You know the stuff! I bought it with you. I was going to model the blue pair, with the dark lace on it. So anyways...I said I'd be home at around noon, and then he and I could spend some time together. Hence, the underwear."
She took a breath and continued, "anyways, I finished my errands early, so I went home a little before eleven. I found out from Laurice, my house assistant, that he was taking a 'nap' in the bedroom. So I got changed into the underwear and everything, and I had a bottle of champagne in my hand." The tears formed in her eyes. "And I went in to our room...And there was some girl on him. I didn't see her at first, but I recognized her from our engagement party. I'd thought before that she was eyeing James a little too close for comfort, but of course, I was so in love with him that I ignored it." She took a moment to wipe the river of tears from her face.
"Oh my God, Wil. I'm so sorry." I paused, and then asked rather curiously, "what did you do?"
She laughed. "I threw the girl out, dumped the champagne on the bed, called the fire department, and lit it on fire." We both laughed at this. "They probably have everything fixed and replaced by now, but...It just hurt so much, you know? I mean, I trusted him with everything I had, and he just turned his back to it all."
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened, and Angelus walked in. Seeing the little congregation going on, he asked with a frown, "is this a meeting I wasn't invited to?" He looked so cute when confusion showed on his face.
"No, it's okay," I smiled at him. "We're just chit-chatting."
He walked into the room, and set a glass of champagne next to the tub. "Do you want me to get some, Wil?" he asked.
I noticed that the mention of champagne sent more tears to her eyes. "Angelus?" I asked, getting his attention again. "Babe, can you hand me that towel there?" he went to get the one I pointed to, and Willow got to her feet.
"I'll let you two alone for now. I'll see you later, okay?" she turned then, and left the room without another word.
"What was that all about?" Angelus asked.
"Champagne is a bad memory for her now," I explained, taking the towel from him as I got to my feet and climbed out of the tub. He pulled me into his arms and held me close; running his hands over the terrycloth towel to dry me off.
"I remembered something when you were in the bath," he said, and reached into his pocket. He revealed a diamond engagement ring. But not just any ring...It was the one he'd ordered for the night of our scam. "You need this on your finger," he smiled, sliding it on for me. "There. Now you're mine."
"I'm surprised they didn't sell it when it was returned. It's so beautiful," I said as I looked down at it on my hand. The added weight of the diamond was a comforting reminder that for now, at least, Angelus was mine.
"They didn't have a chance to," Angelus spoke in a low, almost uncertain voice. "I never took it back. I couldn't bare the thought of someone else wearing it. I think...It's better on you, then on anyone else."
"What are you saying?" I asked, searching his eyes for an answer.
"I want you to marry me for real," he whispered. "Not for Willow. For me. I want to marry you, Buffy. Actually marry you. I swear over anything that I'll be faithful, and I'll give you anything you want."
"Anything?" I asked.
"Anything," he confirmed.
I paused, and then asked in a shaken voice, "can I have your heart?"