Abused
Part Seven

By Tango

stressed out in every way
i am sick and tired of being sick and tired

Buffy felt his name escape her lips before she could stop it. The dreams had been reoccurring almost every night. Angel holding her. Angel loving her. She knew every morning when she woke, the nightmare would be reality and the dream...well, it was just that. She couldn't make her mind, her heart stay away from Angel. He just kept creeping in - phantom hands touching her body in sweet caresses, a ghostly voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear, strong arms holding her. Every night, the emotions boiled over and she wanted him so badly, needed the love only he could provide so desperately that she would cry out his name. Tonight was no different. Cringing, she scampered across the bed to protect herself before she even opened her eyes.

She fell off the bed in a heap, but it didn't stop her momentum as she scrambled away from the fists that would be flying in her direction in a tempest of jealousy and rage. Raising her arms to protect her face, she begged, "No, please. Nononono."

"Buffy," a soothing voice offered, while strong and gentle hands peeled her hands away from her face, "It's Angel. It was just a dream, love."

"No," she cried out, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Buffy," Angel whispered again, crouching before her on the cold floor, "It's alright, love. Look at me."

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She stared, unable to believe it was him for a moment, but then dripping in slowly like molasses, she remembered. It was really Angel. She released a shuddering breath and crawled into the arms that were open to her.

"I'm sorry, Angel," she croaked. "It just keeps happening. I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry," he said, gathering her against his chest and taking her back to bed as he had every night for the past week. He thought it odd and a bit unnerving when she explained the dreams to him. Logically, he understood that it wasn't her fear of him that made her react that way, but it still kept him from making love to her. He couldn't stand the thought that his name had helped cause her rape, that her loving him was the cause of her pain.

Course, there was much debate about fault and how it belonged to neither of them. Rationality never really took hold though. They both felt equally guilty and could do nothing but hang on to each other in an attempt to make things right themselves.

"I'm ruining everything," Buffy whispered in the dark regretfully.

"No," he said, "You can't ruin us, love. Things take time."

"You make me feel safe," she added. "You do. I don't know why the dreams won't stop."

"They will," he said, kissing her shoulder as he held her tightly against him. The confidence in his voice was real. He knew they would stop eventually and that she would heal someday, but he couldn't stop from feeling helpless. She made him promise not to look for Riley and he had kept his end of the bargain. He didn't go out purposefully in search of the bastard, he hired Spike to do that. Although, he couldn't stop himself from scanning the entire area around him at all times just hoping to spot him somewhere, crouching in the bushes like a cat burglar.

Things were getting easier and harder at once. They felt more comfortable around each other every day and Angel couldn't imagine spending one night not wrapped around her little body, but keeping from touching her, maintaining distance, making sure their kisses didn't get out of control was becoming more difficult.

Buffy wasn't the only one who was dreaming. His were filled with the same fevered touches, the same needy moans and wandering hands. In his dreams, she was his and he wasn't afraid to kiss every inch of her healing skin. His brain couldn't compete with his mind, body and heart when his eyes were closed, when he was holding her. But when he was awake, he kept himself from making love to her, when all he wanted was to worship her body and make her see that sex wasn't what she thought it was.

He told himself there was plenty of time for that. They had started going back to classes and doing every day activities, which was helping, but Riley's absence was beginning to wear everyone down. Closure seemed so damn far away with him lurking in the shadows. Doyle suggested that Finn had skipped town to dodge the cops, but Angel knew he wasn't going anywhere until he had Buffy under his control again. Still, after a week of not seeing even a glimpse of him, it was almost worth hoping for, until Riley's friend, Forrest, appeared outside Buffy's Wednesday afternoon class the following week.

Thankfully, all the guys in the mansion had gone above and beyond the call of duty when it came to Buffy and it started to extend to Willow too, until neither female could leave the premises without someone jogging up to escort one or both of them to their desired location. Angel started to hear about the guys being late to their classes or missing them altogether just to keep the two girls safe. He knew he was going to have to reward them in some other way besides free rent when this was all over.

The truth was that the guys all had fallen in love with the two best friends over the short time they had moved in. They all even seemed to like Xander - the nonstudent interloper. Strangely enough, the mansion had slipped into a harmony, almost as if they were all trying to make up for the fear that hung around outside of the doors.

That Wednesday, as Buffy was leaving her class, she was musing at how she was alone for once. She didn't have anyone guiding her around and she didn't feel afraid at all. The quiet days that had passed had begun to convince her that maybe things were going to be okay. The sun was shining and a cool breeze brought a smile to her face. She was so intoxicated by the breath of fresh air she was having, she nearly bumped right into Forrest when he stepped into her path.

"Forrest," she said, tensing up immediately as she faced her ex's best friend.

"You look so innocent that I almost bought it," Forrest said bitterly, "All that crying and whimpering almost had me. You're almost as great an actress as you are a whore."

"Leave me alone," she said, trying to step around him, but he blocked her path.

"No," he said shaking his head, "We're not going anywhere, until you agree to clear Riley's name and tell the police you lied about him!"

"I didn't lie," Buffy said, stepping backward. Forrest reached out and grabbed her, squeezing her upper arm so hard she knew she'd have a bruise there when he released her - if he released her.

"Bitching and moaning about the abused girlfriend is one thing," Forrest snarled out, "But accusing him of rape? I can't fucking believe you-"

"Hey Buffy," Gunn said, stepping up beside her and glaring at Forrest. "Oh hey, Forrest. Almost didn't see you there. Guess it was the brute force that caught my eye. Wanna let her go?"

"Stay out of this, Gunn," Forrest ordered through gritted teeth, "This is between me and this lying little bitch."

"No," Gunn said, butting his hand against Forrest's chest. Gasping in surprise, Forrest let Buffy go and stumbled back a step. Gunn wrapped his arm around Buffy's shoulders, before continuing, "See, Buffy is a good friend of mine and if you call her a ‘bitch' that's like calling me a ‘bitch.' And damn, if that doesn't just piss me off."

"We're friends," Forrest countered, "You gonna take her side?"

"We were friends, until you sided with Riley," Gunn answered.

"So, you're jumping off? That's it?"

"Your best friend is a rapist and now you're attacking the girl he victimized," Gunn said, "So, that'd be a big yes. Back off. That's a friendly warning."

"Don't fall for it," Forrest shouted as Gunn lead Buffy away, "She's a fucking liar!"

***

just another fucked up day

When Angel got back from classes that afternoon, Gunn was waiting for him in the great room. He wasted no time in launching into the story of what had happened when Buffy was left unsupervised for even a minute. Cursing under his breath, Angel cradled his head in his hands.

"I should have considered that he'd send his friends after her," Angel said, slumping back in his chair once more, "Thanks for helping out."

"No problem."

"Is she okay?"

"I think so," Gunn answered, "She went up to your room. Been there since we got home."

"Guess I should mention to Spike that following around his friends could be the way to get to him," Angel added. "Can we get a list of the frat boys that live in Lowell house?"

"Willow territory," Gunn said, "I'm the muscle, she's the brains."

"Right," Angel said, smiling at his friend and shaking his head. Gunn could turn any situation into a way to compliment himself. Half the time, Angel didn't know if he was joking or not - most of the time he thought not.

***

you are like the sun to me
all bright as liquid fire
i feel so powerless
hold you up above the world
yeah, you are quite a lot of trouble
for such a pretty little girl

Angel walked into his apartment several minutes later to find Buffy coming out of the shower in a towel. Naturally, he was distracted by the nearly naked body in front of him still damp from her shower at first, but then his eyes focused on the bruise appearing on her upper arm where Forrest had grabbed her.

"Bastard," Angel muttered as he crossed the room and touched her arm, caressing the mark left there. Annoyed and angry, he wasn't sure what brought his attention to back to her body, if it was the sound of the damp towel landing on the floor with a thump or the perfect breasts appearing in his peripheral vision. He swallowed harshly and swept his gaze over her tiny, golden body before forcing himself to look into her eyes. He was expecting to see that same sadness and horrible expression as before when she offered herself to him, but this time it was different. The sadness was there, but it was lingering behind the love that outshone everything else.

"I love you, Angel," she said quietly, "And I know that-"

"Buffy," he said, barely trusting his voice as he interrupted her, "You don't have to-"

"Just let me finish," she said, pressing her fingers against his lips, "I know that you've been afraid to make love to me because of...what happened, but every night I dream of you touching me. We sleep in the same bed, we want the same thing and I don't want to wait anymore."

"Are you sure?" he asked, cleaving to his last shred of self control, even as he stepped closer.

"Yes," she answered, "I want you."

It was strange being completely naked before him while he was fully dressed. She couldn't wait to see all of him, but when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth, his hands moving over her bare back and rear, she forgot he wasn't naked as well. Threading her fingers through his hair, she mewled into his mouth, standing on her tiptoes to get more of him.

He swept her off of her feet and carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He laid her on the bed and pulled off his shirt as he toed off his shoes. She watched him intently as he stripped down to his boxers, taken with his hard, muscular body and growing more nervous by the second. She felt the fear coming even before he pulled her lips against his once more, carefully keeping his weight from crushing her small frame to the bed.

He felt her grow rigid beneath his lips as he made his way down her neck and stopped abruptly. Raising his head, he looked into her eyes with a silent question and waited a second before asking if she was okay.

"We don't have to do this," he said quietly, "I can wait."

"No," she said, biting her lower lip, "It's just that..."

"It's just what, love?" he urged.

"I want to please you," she said finally after a long weighted pause. "I can just...I'll just...I'll perform oral sex...for you."

"What?" he asked in surprise and confusion. She turned her face away, staring at the wall instead of looking at him. He was crushing her with those dark, intense eyes.

"Buffy," he said softly, moving to her side, "If you aren't ready, it's okay."

"That's not it," she answered.

"Then, I'm confused, baby," he said, struggling not to touch her, not to try to turn her face toward him, but he sensed that for some reason she couldn't look at him.

"I'm...I'm not good," she said. "R...um...I've been told that and-"

"God, I hate that useless bastard," Angel blurted angrily, not meaning to actually say the words out loud.

"He told me even before...even before he started..." Buffy sighed heavily, "This is so hard. I just want to please you, that's all. When we have sex you're going to be disappointed and I don't think I can handle you being disappointed. I've made you wait all this time and-"

"Buffy, Buffy," Angel said, reaching out and cupping her chin, turning her to face him, "I'm not going to be disappointed. You don't understand."

"Yes, you will," she answered, looking at him through unshed tears. "You won't want me anymore, so if I just please you then maybe-"

"I will want you," he said, gathering her close to him, all but forgetting their nakedness for the moment. "I do want you. Don't you see? He wasn't making love to you. He didn't love you...Tell me something. When I kiss you, does it feel the same way as when he kissed you?"

"No."

"And when I touch you, is it the same as when he touched you?"

"No."

"No," he said bitterly, "It's not. Nothing is the same. Nothing will ever be the same. Not like what you had with him. It was sick and twisted. It wasn't love and if you think I'm going to let you give me a...if you think that I'm going to let you please just me with you getting nothing out of it, you're wrong. I'm not him. I'll never be anything like him!"

"I know," she whimpered, scrambling to explain. "I wasn't saying that. I never thought that Angel, I swear. I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that I'll lose the only thing I've ever loved."

"You can't lose me," Angel answered. "This is about giving each other our hearts, our souls and our bodies, Buffy. It's not about being good or not being good. It's about love. That's all. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"You won't leave?" she asked sadly.

"No," he said, "And I'm not going to turn into the monster he was. It's not you, baby. It was never about you. It was about control and overcoming some sick inferiority complex."

"I want this," she said, "I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm not afraid of you, Angel. I never have been. The only thing that scares me is losing you."

"I don't want you to sleep with me because you think I'll leave," he said, "And I don't want you to not sleep with me because you'll think I'll leave. I've never loved another woman in my entire life, Buffy. I couldn't leave you if I tried."

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, meeting his eyes for a moment before leaning over to kiss him and urging him back into her arms. Never more determined to prove anything to anyone, Angel focused on kissing her for a long time, intertwining his fingers with hers with one hand and caressing her with the other. He waited until he felt her losing herself in the moment before he moved down to her neck once more, then sliding his tongue along her clavicle. He focused on each part of her, spending a long time just exploring her full breasts until she was arching against him, clamping her legs around his waist and breathing heavily.

He nibbled on her belly, lapping at her skin as he continued moving, making his way down one leg and back up the other before settling between her thighs. From the sound of her shattering moan of pleasure, he knew she was not expecting his exploring mouth to settle on her sex. Just as he had for the rest of his journey, he took his time, opening her and tasting her, memorizing the contours that made her uniquely Buffy. He took in the taste, smell and texture of her, dipping his tongue in her slick core.

"Perfect," he murmured as he teased her swollen bud, circling around it before flicking his tongue over it. She moved beneath him, writhing in pleasure as he slipped a finger inside her, relishing in the feel of her inner muscles tightening around the invasion before adding a second. He latched on to her clit as he moved his fingers in and out of her, suckling until she shattered around him, screaming his name as she trembled from his touch.

"Oh God, Angel," she gasped as he kissed his way back up her body. She gazed at him through sated, heavy lidded eyes, batting lust toward him as she recovered from the first orgasm she had ever experienced. She didn't shy away from her own taste on in his mouth as his lips covered hers once more.

He moved away for a moment to slip off his boxer shorts and then settled over her once more. After a moment's thought, he rolled them, placing her on top of him. She looked down at him in alarm and he smiled back lovingly, caressing her slim hips.

"I love you, beautiful," he said, "You're perfect...incredible inside and out."

"I love you," she echoed. Guiding her hand, he wrapped her hand around his cock and then moved away, waiting for her. He slid his hands over her body, caressing her patiently, until she positioned him at her moist entrance. They both hissed in pleasure as he filled her, stretching her tight channel to accommodate him.

"You feel so good...so perfect," he whispered, as she began moving. He did nothing to guide her actions as she rode him. He wanted her to have complete control and she glowed from it. He groaned in concert with her delicate mewls of pleasure as she kissed him sucking his tongue into her hot little mouth as she sped up the tempo at her leisure.

Losing herself in the feel of him, in the overwhelming sensation of love and inhibition, she washed all her fears and doubts away, drenching herself in Angel's love instead. As he felt himself nearing the edge, he slipped a hand between them and massaged her sensitive nub until she flew into her climax, pounding down on him. He joined her in release and they fragmented together, finding the missing pieces of themselves in each other.

***

Abused
Part Eight

RATING: NC-17 **WARNING - DARK***

***

living isn't a simple thing, i know
no one said it's supposed to be

Buffy couldn't believe how tired and sore she was when she entered the shower the following morning. She would have hoped Angel would join her, but she knew her gentleman would need an invitation at this early juncture in their relationship. She made a mental note to remember that next time. What she remembered now, however, was the feeling of waking up in the morning in his arms, the sensation of his hard naked body pressed against hers.

She shuddered under the warm spray at the memory of him touching her, making love to her, his grunts of pleasure, his hot breath on her skin. It was nothing like it was supposed to be and certainly not what she imagined it ever could be. She should feel dirty and yet, she felt happy, light and airy like she suspected other girls did when they were in love. Course, the other girls didn't have Angel.

Grinning to herself, she slipped out of the shower feeling somewhat superior for once in her life. Having the love and knowing the touch of an incredible man like him made her want to smile and never stop. She knew Angel had many lovers. He had shamefully admitted it more than once. He was strange that way. Other men proudly spouted about their former conquests and Angel made it seem like he was wasting time before he met her.

She sauntered into the bedroom, again wrapped in a towel, and was met with her half asleep lover, who was making his way to the bathroom to take over the shower she had just vacated. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly, delving into her mouth in a full passionate kiss that made her toes curl before he let her go.

"Morning, baby," he said, a smile spreading over his lips as he cupped her face, "Have I told you I love you yet today?"

"No, but I love you," she answered, returning his smile and letting her hand rest on his chest, while she felt the urge to drop her towel and say the hell with classes, "You look sleepy."

"Wide awake now," he said, tracing the top of her towel, just at the rise of her breasts. Glancing at the clock he groaned in disappointment, "You're gonna be late for class."

He headed for the bathroom and stopped at the door to watch her for a second as she flipped through the clothes they had finally put in his closet. He like the sight of her things mixed in with his. She didn't even keep her stuff to one side, but hung them wherever she found space. It was like everything else about her. She didn't mean to, but she just filled all the cracks that he didn't even realize were missing until she came along.

His train of thought faded as she dropped the towel and slipped on a pair of pale yellow thong panties, wiggling her ass slightly as she pulled them on. Suddenly hard as a rock, he couldn't tear his eyes from her as she put on a matching strapless bra and slipped into a sundress. If he had been able to form a thought at all, it would have been that he was glad that she was wearing something that she might have worn before her life turned into a nightmare. Lately, she had been prone to wearing oversized sweatshirts and other bulky clothes that hid her body.

His illusion of perfect happiness came crashing down as he watched her move to the full length mirror she had hung in his bedroom to see if any of her marks and bruises could be seen in what she was wearing. Regretfully, her still damaged legs peeked from the bottom and a large purple mark decorated the center of her back, rising up from where the material ended. He must have groaned out loud because she turned, unaware that he had been watching her.

"I'm sorry, Angel," she said, pulling the dress off and reaching for a trademark bulky sweatshirt. "I know it makes me look ugly but it'll go away."

"No," he said, unaware of his nakedness as he crossed the room and eased the sweatshirt from her fingertips, "Nothing makes you look ugly and you're right, they will go away. You don't have to hide your beautiful body in one of these shirts, besides it's 80 degrees outside. Wear what you want, sweetheart."

"Okay," she said, releasing the sweatshirt and leaving it dangling in his fingertips and moving back toward the closet, "But I can't wear that dress."

"Just wear something," he said hoarsely, licking his lips as she rooted through the closet once more. Tossing the sweatshirt aside, he kissed the back of her neck, wrapped his arms around her, splaying his fingers over her belly and growled in her ear, "Or you'll never get to class."

As he walked away, toward the bathroom once more, she watched his firm, naked ass and the muscles rippling along his back until he disappeared behind the closed door. Damn, he was sexy. Taking a deep breath, she began rooting through the closet again, ignoring the dampness that was beginning deep inside, swirling want in her belly.

***

happy hearts fall from shaky hands
i can't hide my sexual life

"Hey guys," Angel said, nodding his head as he made his way through the great room. Seemed sacrilegious to attend class when he had finally made love to Buffy. He felt like he should be putting his money to some good use and sweeping her away to some place exotic, leaving the police to deal with the mess that was Riley Finn.

"Hey," Spike said, nodding from one of the overstuffed chairs, "You're looking pretty...satisfied this morning, Peaches."

A snicker circled through the six other guys in the room and Angel's expression darkened, "What are you talking about?"

"Relax, Angel," Gunn said, "No need to get all worked up."

"Your lass just came through here," Doyle said with a twinkle in his blue eyes, "floatin' like she was on cloud nine, a little dreamy smile on her face...and looking hot as hell, I might add."

"She came through here in a pair of tight little jeans and...shit, we oughta get together and burn her sweats," another guy piped in. "It's a damn shame to hide that body."

"It's going to be hard to see it with both of your eyes swollen shut," Angel growled, taking a step toward his resident.

"Give it a rest, Nancy boy," Spike said, sticking his leg out to keep his brother from crossing the room to beat up anyone. "It's not like all the screaming coming from your room last night was discreet anyway. I thought these walls were supposed to be thick."

Doyle was sure Angel's eyes actually turned red with fury and he looked like he wanted to rip brother's lungs out, but instead he stepped back, realizing that Spike was Spike. Pretty much full time, unfortunately.

"We're glad she's doin' better, that's all," Doyle added, "That girl's like a bit ‘o sunshine when she's happy."

"You don't have to tell Angel that," Gunn said, laughing, "He knows."

"Fuck off," Angel said, smiling in spite of himself as he headed toward the door.

***

she wants a man who can take his time
she wants someone who can make her come

The day was as ordinary as a day could be and since that wasn't the norm in any way, Buffy felt light and happy. She skipped through her day, enjoying her classes as much as classes could be enjoyed and couldn't wait to get home to Angel. As she was heading home, she saw him across the quad, chatting with a few people as he was coming out of one of the buildings. Three of them were girls and beautiful ones at that.

Tamping down her jealousy, she headed toward him, adding an extra swing to her step as she did, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulders, looking like a woman on a mission. It was as good a time as any to make sure every woman on campus knew that Liam Angelus was off the market. He had been landed and in a serious way.

Buffy smiled as she thought about all the women he had slept with - who would no longer have that opportunity. Granted, he was wonderful in bed, but she wondered how many of them used him for his money. Not that he flaunted the fact that he was rich, but no one could miss it, even though his car wasn't extremely fancy and his clothes weren't constantly new. It was the little things that gave him away - the way all of his clothes were of the highest line and the polished way he carried himself. Any experienced shopper recognized that his worn jeans cost a fortune and his sweater was unmistakably Armani.

She smiled brighter as she headed for him. He was so funny about those things. He probably had never been inside a Wal-Mart his entire life. His mother had died in childbirth and his father and sister had been killed in a private jet over the Caribbean when he started college, leaving him with a huge bank account and no family. He had started renting out the mansion then just to fill the empty space, all except for his sister's suite of rooms on the third floor. He kept them locked tight, kept just as she left them. It was the only room in the house that never saw the light of day.

Slowing down for the last couple of steps, she watched him look up at her as if he already knew she was approaching. Moving away from his entourage of female admirers, he didn't even notice their grimaces or flashing jealous glares as he pulled her close and kissed her gently. Rising on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved against his mouth more passionately, pressing her chest against his.

"You look great today," he said, as he pulled away and took her hand in his.

"So do you," she beamed. They made their way home together, chatting easily about the day's events and it felt so...normal and wonderful, like nothing either of them had experienced before. When they got home, it was late afternoon and the mansion was filled with most of its inhabitants, hanging around and milling about, talking about how to spend the evening. Both of them ignored the looks they received as they threaded their way through the crowd and went directly to Angel's room.

Book bags were discarded at the door and before the door was fully closed, they were at sucking at each other's mouths eagerly, battling with their tongues as their hands wandered. Buffy backed Angel up until she was able to push him into his chair and immediately dropped to her knees, going to work at releasing his already hardening cock.

"Buffy, we talked about this..." Angel said, his voice coming out hoarse and full of desire. The idea of her little mouth wrapped around his cock, made him grow harder. He could imagine her pink tongue licking him, those tiny hands cupping his balls. He moaned as she wrapped her hand around him and he fought with his own desire as he spoke again, "You don't have to do this."

"I want to," she announced, before dipping her head down to lick the tip of his straining shaft. Lowering her voice, she looked up at him and smiled, "So shut up."

He opened his mouth to continue with his argument, but only released a groan of pleasure as she sucked the head of his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue around him. Buffy moved down, carefully relaxing her jaw as she struggled to take more of his thick length with every down stroke, only to come back up and swirl her tongue around the tip once more. She closed her eyes as he threaded his fingers through her hair, caressing her with those big, gentle hands. She fought not to think of what Riley had done when she was forced to do this, how he forced her further down on him, nearly choking her. Angel kept still and let her do what she pleased with him and from the sounds he was making, enjoyed every second of it.

Urged on by the moans coming from him, she caressed his balls with one hand and kept the other wrapped around the base, squeezing and caressing the part him she couldn't take in her mouth. Every stroke, she moved further down until he was hitting the back of her throat. She felt her gag reflex coming on as he entered her throat and she swallowed, contracting her muscles and causing a loud groan of pleasure to come from her lover.

"Buffy," he moaned, as she moved deeper, attempting to take all of him inside her hot little mouth, "That's...so...so...good."

The sound of his voice, wracked with desire, filled with joy and determination. Relaxing her throat and jaw, she swept down deeper and deeper, sucking him harder until her nose met with his muscled stomach. Squeezing her eyes shut, she moved over his lap, focusing every part of her body on his pleasure, proudly taking him in and shocked that she could.

"Stop baby," he whispered, causing her to freeze, "I'm going to come."

Looking at up at him, she swept down again, earnestly bringing him in and out of her mouth until he came, spilling jets of warm semen in her throat, which she swallowed. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him proudly and started to move away. She was going to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth, since he certainly wouldn't kiss her before she did, but squealed in surprise as he pulled her into his lap and attacked her mouth, while his hand moved between her thighs to rub her denim clad sex.

She writhed against his hand, breathing heavily as he pulled away from her mouth to pull her little t-shirt from her body. He cupped her one of her breasts in his free hand, not bothering to remove her bra first, pulling her against him once more. Dipping his head, he peppered kisses along her upper chest before teasing kisses along the top of her bra. She reached around and removed the offending garment, tossing it away as she pushed her chest closer to his mouth. She ground against the hand between her thighs as she felt the heat rising in her body and prayed that Angel would suck one of her aching nipples into his mouth.

He avoided them however, knowing how badly she wanted it, working her up as he slowed the movement between her thighs. He smiled against her breasts as she groaned in frustration, glaring down on him as he kissed all around her painfully hard nipples.

"Please," she moaned, "Angel, please."

Teasing her even more, loving the way the desire was building up inside her, he licked the aureole around her nipple and then moved to the other, keeping his touch from straying to the pebbled points. Her breath was coming out in pants, her entire body stiffened with anticipation as he finally licked one nipple. She thrust her chest against his mouth, threading her fingers through his hair as he took mercy on her and sucked the flesh into his mouth. Rewarded with a shattering moan, she jerked her hips against his hand and came, tightening her knees against his thighs. He moved to the other breast, laving the neglected nipple as she trembled against him, recovering from her climax.

"I want you," he said softly as he kissed her again, sucking on her lower lip for a moment before pushing his tongue into her breathless mouth.

"Yes," she agreed against his mouth, "Please, Angel. Now."

She moved from his lap long enough to shed the rest of her clothes and he stood, shucking his before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bedroom. It was a strange feeling to want sex, to need it and to be anxious to give herself over to a lover, but she did. She laid back on the bed and welcomed his weight against her, opening for him as he positioned his cock at her dripping opening.

She moved her hands over his back, loving the feel of his corded muscles flexing with his movements, as he slowly entered her, stretching her tight, delicate walls to admit his intrusion. Surprising herself, she lifted her hips, pressing against him, needing more of him, all of him. He entered her fully and began moving inside her in a steady rhythm, keeping her eyes locked on his and nipping at her lips, kissing what flesh he could reach. As she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, he slipped his hands under her, cupping her firm little ass and thrusting harder inside her.

As they moved together, rocking with each other, a banging sound came from his front door, which became louder by the second. Angel refused to move from her and kissed her deeply as she opened her mouth to suggest they answer it.

"Could be an emergency," Buffy panted, pushing up against him and he moved down.

"I don't smell smoke," Angel managed, "So it can wait."

The knocking on the door, however did not relent, and Angel finally stood, slipped on his black silk robe and prepared to murder the person at the door. His anger faded, however, when he saw it was Willow, looking embarrassed and sheepish.

"Sorry," she said, holding the phone with one hand covering the mouthpiece, "It's just that the downstairs line rang and it's Buffy's mom."

"It's okay," Angel answered, taking the phone, "Thanks Willow."

"Sure," she said, still red with embarrassment. Moving away, she thought about telling Angel that she gave Spike the list of Riley's fraternity brothers and that he was checking them all out, but with him very obviously naked under his robe and clearly aroused, she moved away and decided against it.

"It's your mom," Angel whispered, handing her the phone and noting the frown on her beautiful face. He wished there was something he could do to make she never had that look of unhappiness and misery again. Since there was no other choice, he handed her the phone and motioned that he was going to leave, but she shook her head and held out her hand, pulling him back into bed with her. She settled against him as she held the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

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