Filling In The Blanks

By Tango

EMAIL: tangofic@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - they belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, yada, yada, yada.

Rating: NC-17. Mostly PWP, so if you are underage, please do not read this.

Note:
This is my darkest, raunchiest story yet, so if you are easily offended, please don't bother reading it. Thanks!

Spoiler: What would have happened if B&A really were as passionate as we all think they were? I wanted to write a "fill in gaps" of what I think happened with Buffy and Angel before they made love - that is the little details that we didn't get to see. The story fills in the Buffy blanks Tango-style.

This is becoming a bit more epic than I originally intended, so please be on the look out for more chapters to follow.

Please review and let me know what you think. This is pretty smutty and extremely fun for me to write, so I hope you guys enjoy it.

All lyrics are from Prince.

***

your love is driving me...you're driving me insane, crazy, baby. oh, girl crazy 'bout your love

Angel stood in the shadows watching her from the cover of the trees. She was looking around the area but he knew she wasn't looking for the Gorches. She wasn't looking for just any vampire. She was looking for him. He stood there for a moment, watching her with mischievous pleasure. She was wearing all black and he smiled looking down at his own clothes. Her shoulder length blonde hair was swept up in an untidy pony tail. A very sexy untidy pony tail.

 

He liked watching her. He liked the way she moved, cautiously searching for whatever may be lurking in the dark. She was carefree even when she hunted and she made him feel like maybe he could almost be carefree too. He beamed with happiness as he watched her and felt a smile tugging insistently at the corners of his mouth. He strolled out into the open, making himself known.

i took one look at you and all the things that we could do dance within my head

Buffy smiled widely as her cradle-robbing-creature-of-the-night boyfriend stepped out of the shadows. She sucked in her breath at the sight of him. Gorgeous. It had to be a sin to be that hot and immortal at the same time. She thought about the night before she found out he was a vampire, when he was slashed in the ribs helping her fight The Three. That was what she thought about every day, almost. The sight of his hard, bare chest and torso, leaning casually against her counter as if he had no pain whatsoever. She shivered at the thought as she studied his approach.

It took him forever to get to her but when he did, they couldn't seem to stop touching each other. One moment they were exchanging pleasantries and the next moment she was pressed against him, her hands roaming over his black velvet shirt. She moaned into his mouth and he found his veins constricting, his body squirming inside himself as he kissed her. Angel had been celibate for roughly 100 years and the small wandering hands of the only woman he had ever loved was almost more than he could take. It took all of his self control not to tumble with her to the soft night grass and make love to her.

His fantasy was interrupted when she broke the kiss and whispered,"We really..."

She hated to even insinuate that he should, for any reason, stop touching her. His large hands held her tightly, keeping himself from touching any areas that would not be considered neutral but it didn't matter - at the small of her back, resting at her sides, cupping her cheek, caressing her hair - his cool touch left searing trails of arousal all over her body. Their recent make out sessions had gotten more and more involved, more passionate and Angel was beginning to worry about losing control around her. Especially when he smelled the sweet fragrance of her arousal wafting up to his nostrils.

"I know," he answered, capturing her hot mouth again. She tasted like forbidden fruit.

"You know, this isn't hunting in the classical sense. We should..." She said, unwilling to finish her sentence as she moved back against his lips.

Hunting. Right. He had never been so not focused on hunting as now. Neither had she.

"You're right," he answered and delved into her warm, sweet mouth once more before they both broke the kiss. Both settling their resolve, they stepped half an inch away from each other.

"Okay," he said.

"Okay," she replied.

They both took a couple of steps, staying close, still touching and looked around them. Vampire and Slayer senses took in their surroundings - or appeared to.

"See anything?" Buffy asked, scanning the trees and grass.

"No," Angel answered.

"Okay," she said turning back towards him, "Enough hunting."

She moved back into his arms. Angel grunted his agreement as he pulled her in closer, claiming her lips once more. Neither of them noticed the Gorches sitting on the wall. Neither felt the vampire eyes watching them. They were focused on the passion that Buffy had adamantly told Xander they were not enslaved by.

Angel felt a slight twinge of guilt as he allowed his large hand to slide from the small of The Slayer's back to her round muscular bottom.

So much for neutral areas.

He waited for her to resist the invasion but his guilt disappeared as she moaned into his mouth, kissing him more passionately, exploring with her sweet tongue. Without even thinking twice, he pulled her flush against him, allowing her to feel his full arousal. Her eyes opened and she even paused for a second as it registered in her mind what she felt against her.

Her pause ended as abruptly as it had begun. He wanted her and a tinge of welcomed pride blanketed her as she let the realization hit her: she was effortlessly - almost - able to bring a 242 year old vampire, a handsome hottie of a man to arousal. He was a magnificent, sculpted specimen who wanted her. She knew without a doubt that she loved him and she also knew that if he wanted her, he could have her. She would deny him nothing.

Angel, too, felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that she had not shied away from his grip on her ass or the knowledge of his arousal. This exquisite young girl was blooming in his arms and he could smell her wetness, her heat. His fingers ached to touch the firm breasts that were pushed against his hard chest, they burned to reach between her legs and feel the slick fire hidden under her tight pants. Kissing her even more deeply, his lips itched to visit both of those places, feel the warmth of her skin radiating for him and the tremor of her muscles as he brought her to complete satisfaction.

He moved his hands up to her hair and needing to run his fingers through her silky strands, he pulled the rubber band out and tucked it into her pocket. He buried his hands in the soft strands and indulged in the feel of it as he moved from her lips to her neck. He rhapsodized taking a tiny swallow of her powerful blood and rolling it around in his mouth but instead, he tasted the candied salt of her skin. Unconsciously, he moved them back into the trees where they were less likely to be seen and he allowed himself the pleasure of sliding his hands over her firm, round breasts. She gasped with pleasure as he lightly pinched her erect nipples, his lips covering her mouth once more.

She was overflowing with rapture as he lowered her the ground, her hair fanning out around her like a halo. He lifted her shirt and kissed the tops of her breasts, left bare by her flimsy peach bra. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his back as he pushed the material aside and suckled her right breast, teasing the left with his fingers. She was moaning lightly as he gave his complete attention to her perfect breasts, moving from one to the other and back again. After his two hundred plus years of living, he knew how to pleasure a woman. He knew that he could spend hours just on her breasts. Especially her breasts. They were perfect. She was flawless. So breathtaking - or she would be if he had breath - and dynamic and sensual. She was the most dazzling and unstoppable Vampire Slayer ever to live and she was beneath him, yielding to his touch, becoming aroused by him.

ever since i met you, baby, i've been wanting to lay you down

He pulled his shirt open and then slid slowly back up to her lips, letting his bare chest tickle her nipples, loving the feel of her skin on his. Intertwined in her arms, he focused on kissing her fully, knowing she could once again feel his hardness against her. Pulling her legs around his waist, he settled against her heat, making sure his cock was rubbing against her clit as he rocked against her and kissed her lips. The friction between her legs, through his clothes and hers, sent a rocket of pleasure through her body and she moaned his name into his lips. She tightened her legs around him as he pressed and rubbed against her virgin clitoris. He wondered if she had masturbated yet, if she had made herself come. He decided that she probably had but he couldn't wait to bring her to that peak himself.

He reached between them and rubbed her through her clothes with his adept fingers, searching her face for hesitation. Finding none, he continued until she was humming against him, sucking his lips and tongue into her mouth with a more heated passion than he had ever felt her have. Her heart was slamming against her delicate chest and he knew that he would not be finished until he was sure she came. Kissing down her neck, he moved down visiting her beautiful breasts once more. Still rubbing her through her pants, he kissed a trail from the peak of each breast to the valley and back up to her panting mouth. She was arching her hips against his nimble fingers and he blazed kisses on her mouth and neck and breasts.

He was aching to make love to her but tonight was for her pleasure only. He wanted her to climax for him, he wanted to watch her face as she came. He felt her wetness seeping through her pants and steeled himself against reaching into her clothes to feel the moist center that beckoned him. She was nearing the edge as she raggedly panted and moaned his name over and over, sounding like an impassioned mantra. He nibbled and pinched her nipples, egging her on while he increased his movements until she came, her whole body arching to him, trembling violently. He smiled as she thrashed beneath him, watching her beautiful face contort with pleasure..

***

baby, what are we gonna do? i don't want to regret what i've done to you

The next evening the make out session restarted in the grave yard. Under the guise of searching for the still missing Gorches, they were free to have an excuse to meet. Just the thought of Angel transported Buffy into precoital thoughts and headed with steady steam to coital thoughts. Loving a vampire as The Slayer, plus constantly thinking about him making love to her, was an exciting pair of powerful taboos. She had an equally powerful urge to step over them, crush them, make them hers, make him hers.

Angel had long since stopped looking with his eyes when it came to women but Buffy turned him into a bubbling mass of mush. She was a creature he burned for with wild relish. He knew loving her was a sadistic form of self destruction but he couldn't stay away. He was drawn to her heat, her beauty, her passion. Feeling her come beneath him last night, even if he hadn't been inside her, even if he hadn't directly touched her heat, was enough to make him do anything to feel that again.

"As much as I hate to say this," Buffy said breaking from his lips, "We really should go kill bad guys."

He kissed her again quickly before saying, "It's late. You should get home."

Kiss.

"What about the Gorches?" She asked. Who cared about the damn Gorches? Go home? You've got to be kidding.

Kiss.

"I'll hunt," he said. Why was he trying to talk her into going home? He wasn't sure. Probably because he wasn't sure if he could take a second more of her tiny frame pressed violently against his before he ripped off her clothes and made love to her on the nearest grave.

my little angel from heaven above. oh, i think i'm falling in love.

Kiss.

"Really?" she asked, a sexy smile settling over her swollen lips, "You'd do that?"

"Not like I have an early day tomorrow."

Kiss.

"True," she said, turning, taking his hand and walking, regrettably resolved that he was going to send her home tonight without a repeat performance of the night before, "I still have to go home and fill out my egg diary."

"Your what?"

"Oh, I told you, that faux parenting gig we're doing at school," she said, stopping and turning towards him again, "Like I'm really planning on having kids anytime soon. Maybe someday in the future when I'm done having a life. But you know, kids would be just a little too much to deal with."

"I wouldn't know," Angel said, the sobering reality of all of his fears rising to the surface,"I don't...well you know I-I can't."

He remembered now why he had tried so hard to stay away from her. Children. Future. Dammit.

"Oh,"she said, turning and walking a few steps, clutching his hand and then turning back to him bathed in nervousness. She leaned against the headstone, trying to seem calm, "That's okay. I figured there were all sorts of things that vampires can't do. You know, like work for the phone company or volunteer for the red cross...or have little vampires."

"So you don't think about the future?" Angel asked, a twinge of hope filling his eyes, covered by a blanket of doubt.

"No."

"Never?"

"No."

Pressing further, Angel asked, "You really don't care what happens a year from now? Five years from now?"

"Angel, when I look into the future a-all I see is you. All I want is you." Her breath was trapped in her throat.

"I know the feeling," he said, his eyes smouldering with passion that he had waited a lifetime or two for. He leaned down and kissed her gently and then again, leaning her back against the tombstone, his hand wrapped in her hair. He moved her back into the shadows once more, pressing his need against her, knowing he wouldn't share that with her - not tonight.

Following his movements from the night before, he kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples harder into his mouth. Rubbing her clit through her pants until she was grinding against his hand. He pulled away from her and she uttered a soft but guttural moan from the loss. Resting a hand on each of her hips, he looked deeply into her impassioned eyes as he began to slide her pants down. He waited, tense and guilty, for her objection, moving painfully slow, allowing her every opportunity to say no.

She didn't. She lifted her hips to allow him to slide them off and he hooked a finger in each side of her panties, dragging them along. Shrugging off his coat, he slid it under her before nestling between her thighs. He breathed her in, almost unable to find the control to keep from ripping off the rest of his clothes and taking her then and there. He dipped in to taste her honeyed juices.

She was like heaven, just as he suspected, and the half pant-half moan that erupted from her lips made him throb for her even more. He dove in, lapping at her sweet core, licking and sucking and nibbling as she began to squirm beneath him.

She was on fire all over, magnificently violated as he worshiped her most sacred place. For the first time in her life, she felt absolute ecstasy. She was convinced Angel was a god. The way he performed what even her virgin mind knew to be flawless oral sex and the way that he continued to touch and caress her body was sending waves of wildfire through the whole of her being. When she began to climax, she was sure the tips of her hair were singed as he used his vampire strength to hold her legs apart so he could continue to pleasure her as she bucked and thrashed. He never paused in his pleasure giving until he taken his fill of her. He brought her to complete orgasm three times before he released her. Buffy was sure she would die from his touch that night. He kissed her lips and held her against him as she continued to shake and tremble from the after effects of his talented tongue for five full minutes.

Even though he had not found release, he could not have felt much more satisfied as he felt her violently trembling in his arms. He tenderly gathered her into his lap as he leaned against a large oak tree.

"I love you," was screaming inside both of their minds but neither uttered the words.

"You're perfect," Angel said instead, squeezing her tightly against him, loving the feel of her weight against his hardness once more.

"No, you're perfect," she said in return. Both of them believed it in the truest sense possible.

After walking her home, Angel hurried to his apartment to escape the rapid arrival of day, stripped off his clothes and headed for the shower. He turned on the water and stepped in, relishing the heat that flowed over him. He gripped his cock and leaned against the wall, her smell still on his body, filling his nostrils. Stroking himself, he closed his eyes remembering her naked body spread out beneath him. If he could wait just a little bit longer, he could make love to her. She needed to be ready. He knew that she wasn't. Not yet. Besides, she shouldn't be losing her virginity to a damn vampire.

***

there's something about u, baby. it happens all the time. whenever i'm around u, baby,
i get a dirty mind. it doesn't matter where we are. it doesn't matter who's around.
it doesn't matter, i just wanna lay ya down.

Buffy didn't show up for patrol and Angel was worried. He stalked his way through the grave yards and parks but didn't find her. She said they'd meet at the cemetery nearest her house but she didn't show. Finally, he headed to her house, in a hurried pace, scaling the tree quicker than he had a dozen times before and perched, peering through her window.

Buffy didn't care that she was grounded, that she was confined to her room or that her mom was watching her like a hawk. She could sneak out later but Angel was waiting for her now. She sat on the edge of her bed, stood and paced around the room, sat back down, stood up again, paced and sat down once more. He would think she stood him up. She nearing tears when she looked up and spotted him outside her window.

"Angel," she said, nearly skipping to him.

"Buffy," he said, "Is everything okay? I waited, but..."

"Grounded," she said, reaching out and resting her hands on his hips, unable to resist the urge to touch him, "Mom's watching me like a hawk. I couldn't get out." Satisfied at having her hands on him, she explained all that had happened with the Gorches and the bad eggs.

"I thought..." He started, wanting her to know that he was worried.

"No, I would never..."

He kissed her, feeling inundated with relief. After last night, he thought maybe he had gone too far, moved to fast for her. As she ignited passionately against him, he knew that he was mistaken. She wasn't reacting like someone who wanted to slow down. He held her hand as they kissed, leaning through the window, leaning into her lips.

"You sure you're not going to get in trouble?" He asked, feeling his pressing arousal throb again.

"Hey, I earned this," she said, smiling against his lips before kissing him again, "Besides I'm not breaking any rules."

"Buffy, are you going to bed?" Her mother's voice wafted down the hall.

"In a minute," she called out in answer. Kissing Angel again, she sighed into his dazzling smile. Angel didn't smile often but when he did the rest of the world went dim. She tugged at him gently, urging him inside her room.

"No," he said, such an exciting word, "We shouldn't."

She smiled, innocent carnality - if there was such a animal - radiated from her small form and she tugged at him again, nodding. He stepped inside and leaned uneasily against the window frame. It was one thing to take advantage of a almost seventeen year old girl in a park or a graveyard. Being inside the house with her mother just feet away was entirely different. He was pretty sure he would be banned from her life if they were caught. He felt like a teenager again himself, sneaking through windows, whispering so parents wouldn't hear.

"Buffy," he whispered, "We're going to get caught."

Buffy turned from him and opened the door. He looked on nervously as she yelled, "Goodnight Mom!"

"Good night, honey!"

Buffy shut the door, flipped off the light and turned to face her vampire. He knew that he could slide out the window and be gone before she made it halfway across the room, but he couldn't make himself move. She was sex incarnate as she moved toward him, wearing a white shirt and sweat pants, bathed in moonlight. A goddess in sweat pants. She pressed against him, grinding her hips against his arousal.

"I was thinking about what happened last night," she whispered in his ear, leaving tiny kisses on his neck, while she unbuttoned his shirt.

"Really," he finally choked out, trying without much success to focus on her words. Remembering her writhing beneath his lips the night before, feeling her press against him tonight, kissing his neck, her hot little hands moving all over his naked chest, he was unable to connect coherent thought patterns. He could just pick her up, carry her to the bed...

He brushed the thoughts from his mind. Had to resist. Her hands were shaking as she moved one around to touch the arousal that pressed against her. He moaned softly from the contact.

kinda took me by surprise. i didn't know what to do. i just looked her in her eyes.

"Buffy, please don't," he said, rejecting her again, but she covered his mouth with hers, pressing her tongue fiercely into his mouth.

"Why not?" She asked, breaking away, trying to hide her nervousness and trembling as she touched him through his pants.

"Your mother," he whimpered as she pressed harder, outlining his erect shaft through his soft cotton pants.

"What about her?"

"She's here." Buffy took a deep breath as she made her next move, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping the zipper and gently pushing them down as he leaned there, frozen. She knelt before him and slid her hands up his legs and pulled down his silk boxers with aching slowness, her hands trembling even more.

"So what? We'll be quiet," she said, pretending not to be nervous, staring at the erect cock that bounced up. She didn't have much to compare him to but he was huge.

"Buffy," he said, reaching down and pulling her up to him and into his arms, "You don't have to do this. It's not necessary." She was shaking more with each step of the process. She held him tightly, pulling back to kiss him and then lowered herself to her knees once more.

"I want to," she said, touching him gently in exploration. She ran her fingers lightly over him, navigating every inch of him. His head made a dull thud as it fell back against the window when she licked the tip. Angel gripped the windowsill with white knuckled fierceness as she took him into her mouth, one hand gripped the base of his cock ever so gently while the other absently caressed his stomach and sides. He looked down just in time to see her take him into his mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, sucking lightly.

He tasted like obscene truth in her mouth and she was almost surprised how his cool skin began to warm. He moaned quietly as she sucked harder and moved back and forth. Was it minutes or hours that she had him inside her mouth? He didn't know but the only reality was the wood of her window creaking beneath his fingers as he struggled not to touch her.

"Buffy," he whispered, as he felt his release nearing, "you have to stop."

He almost came when her eyes flipped up to look at him, while continuing her movements, sucking a tiny bit harder, moving a fraction faster.

"Buffy," he groaned, "I'm going to come..."

She didn't stop and he thought he knees were going to buckle as his release flowed into her mouth. He couldn't believe it when she swallowed his seed, sucking the moisture from him. He pulled her up from the floor, hauling her into his arms as he kissed her lips, tasting himself inside her mouth. Immersed in the feeling of her, he pursued her hot tongue.

With fluid muteness, he pulled up his pants and then he bent, wrapping his arms around her waist and picked her up off the ground, kissing her deeply again as he carried her the bed. He knew it was dangerous as he shrugged out of his coat and shirt and rested his weight on top of her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his arousal grow again.

"Angel," she whispered as he pulled off her shirt and bent his head to suck at her nipples, biting them hard enough to make her moan loudly.

"Shhh..." Angel whispered, kissing down her tight belly and slipping her sweat pants away. He looked up at her, always waiting for her protest and never receiving it. He just wanted to taste her and then he would stop, he told himself as he sucked her throbbing clit between his lips. He just wanted to feel her come again. Just one more time.

The couple floated on a banal stream of hedonistic fantasies as he pushed a finger inside the succulent recesses of her. He stopped at her hymen, a sobering reminder of her chastity. Moving shallowly inside her, he continued, worshiping her heat until she came, nearly sobbing with pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders as she arched up to meet him.

i'm falling... i'm falling... in love. i'm drownin', baby, in my love 4 you

"Angel," she whispered as he crawled up to spoon her tiny frame, fitting her perfectly against him.

"Shhh," he whispered, pulling her tighter against him.

"You don't want to..."

"No," he whispered, kissing her hair, "I'm just going to stay until you're asleep and then I'll go."

Nodding, she closed her eyes, loving the feel of him against her. Angel held her until her breathing signified sleep and slipped away. He covered her beautiful naked body and climbed quietly out, closing the window behind him. Turning, he took one last look at her and then climbed down, jumping to the ground soundlessly. Time for another shower.

***

you have got a strange way about ya'... kinda' crazy but I love you just the same
because you...oh, you make me wanna do, oh everything...

A couple days later, Buffy was freed from her grounding on good behavior and Angel stalked the shadows watching his would be lover walk through the cemetery. She had a dreamy half smile on her face as she walked. He hadn't seen her in several days and he was almost proud of himself for staying away. He tried to tell himself that it was a test of strength - being without her touch for whole days at a time but deep inside he knew the reason he stayed away was because of weakness, not strength. It was too easy to climb through her window and take her in his arms. He was afraid that the next time he climbed through her window, things would go farther than they should. What already happened went farther than it should have and he tried to convince himself that he didn't love her, that he couldn't love her. She was sixteen years old! Okay, seventeen in a week, but still.

He already knew he couldn't stay away but he had planned on watching her for several more minutes before inserting himself in her arms. His plan was cut short when she was jumped by three very determined vampires. They were attacking her with such force that she was caught off guard and Angel himself was surprised that they were so vigorous in their attack of her. When he got halfway to her, he realized what was driving them at her. She was menstruating. Nothing was more irresistible to a vampire than a woman menstruating, except of course, if that woman was The Slayer. The scent of her blood was so forceful, it overpowered his senses and he felt overwhelming bloodlust come over him. It was so strong, he was sure he could hear the blood exiting her body.

i get delirious whenever you're near. lose all self-control.

He reverted to game face as he jumped in the fray while one of his brethren exploded to dust from the end of her stake. He dispatched the second quickly and turned to find her battling with the third. Coming up behind the soulless demon, he plunged a stake through his back, piercing his heart. The dust floated to the ground, leaving them face to face. He willed his human face to return but he couldn't shift.

"Angel," she whispered.

"Buffy," he said, looking down, trying not to meet her gaze when his eyes were such a demonic yellow, "I should go."

"Why?" She asked, feeling her uneven emotions take over her mind. She was already feeling gross and ugly and now her boyfriend wanted to leave right as he arrived. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about falling asleep in his arms, about multiple orgasms, about his reaction to the oral sex she had performed on him. She almost blushed when she remembered his quiet groans and the pleasure that had etched over his face. She knew it was naughty and wrong but she loved the feel of his cool, thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She heard that most women didn't like it but she loved the pleasure she gave him, felt proud she had moved the vampire to whimpering in gratification. She hadn't been ashamed at all until just now when he said he had to go. Had she done something wrong?

"Um," he said, trying to think of an excuse, "I-I have something I have to do tonight. I was just passing by when I saw you fighting and thought I'd lend a hand."

"Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?" She asked, feeling sad and bloated and vulnerable.

"No, of course not," he answered, still trying to push the demon aside...unsuccessfully.

"Then why are you leaving? Why won't you look at me?"

"I don't want to be around you when I'm like this," he answered honestly. He had been so glad that he had done so well in pushing the demon aside when it came to their intimacy. His vamp side hadn't once come to the surface while she was in his arms. Ever since he became a vampire, he had never made love without presenting game face at some point. It was the nature of his species. Blood and sex went hand in hand. With Buffy, he had resisted. He wanted to keep it that way. But now he wanted her so badly, he wasn't sure he could move. He was kinda hoping she would just walk away and leave him standing there to gather his senses.

"I told you I don't care," she said, her hands rising to her hips, "And I don't think that is what this is about. Why don't you tell me what's really going on?"

"It's just that...well...I just can't be around you right now, Buffy," he said more harshly than he intended to, the last few words coming out in rapid succession.

"Why not?"

Damn it, he thought, Why can't she just let me go? He sighed.

"You're menstruating," he said finally, filling up the long awkward silence, replying to her cold, scared glare.

"So?" She said angrily, "How do you know anyway?"

"I'm a vampire," he said over his protruding fangs. Her response was a blank stare.

"I can smell it, Buffy. I can smell your blood," he said irritably. What he wouldn't give to rip off her pants and bury his face between her thighs. He took a deep unneeded breath.

"Oh," she said, "It probably grosses you out, huh?" It definitely didn't turn her on. It was the grossest part of the month. Most guys were completely freaked out by it and didn't want to talk about it or think that it existed.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked outraged. He grabbed her hand roughly and pulled it to his groin, pressing her delicate fingers against his throbbing hardness, "It doesn't turn me off. It turns me on. It drives me insane. It makes me absolutely crazy...fucking insane for you."

Then turning, he started to walk away, uncomfortably, "That's why I have to leave."

"Angel," she said, running up to him, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay. I'm sorry," he said, his eyes softening but still blazing a vibrant golden, "I just can't be this close to you."

She pushed him back into the crypt a few feet away and pulled at the top button of his pants, lowering to her knees.

"At least let me help you relieve the tension," she said, huskily.

"Oh no, you don't," he said, brushing her hands away and slipping out of her grasp.

"Why not," she asked, standing and pouting, "You didn't like it?" The last words came out in a unguarded whisper.

"That's not it. I loved it," he said, trying to make coherent words form in his muddled brain. All he could do was smell her blood and it's release from her body, mixed with the honey of her arousal. It was too much.

"Then what is it?" She asked, confused.

"What it is," he said, moving closer to her and backing her against the stone wall, "is that if I don't get away from you in the next few minutes, I'm going to rip off your pants and lick your sweet pussy until you're screaming and writhing beneath me. With my game face on and fangs intact, I'll suck the blood from you until you are begging me to stop and continue...and stop." He finished in a husky whisper and was pressing against her, burrowing her into the wall.

"And that's a problem because...?" She said with a sarcastic smile. The smile was bent into a squeal, as Angel, with vampiric speed aiding him, had her on the floor, her pants off and tossed aside, and was tucked between her thighs, lapping at her blood with abandon.

the river of addiction flows. u think it's hot, but there won't be no water when the fire blows.

She was cosmic reality. She was mystical cloistered stars. She held the godamn heavens in her blood, between her thighs and he sucked it up with delirium. Bloodlust summoned the mad absolute of love and he groaned as her honeyed blood filled his mouth. Things would never be the same now that he had tasted her.

This was not what he wanted.

Well, it was what he wanted but he didn't want to want it. He didn't want her to participate in this kind of darkness. This was the antithesis of dreams he'd had of them, of what they would be, should they continue to be. But he couldn't stop and he couldn't form thoughts long enough to understand his fears as he pleasured her and he couldn't remember anything better than this.

Buffy thought it was mildly amusing that she was lying on a cold crypt floor with a vampire sucking her blood. Her amusement faded as she climaxed. Angel's talented tongue and lips did not pause for her orgasm. He didn't pause for anything as he greedily drank her down with fervor. She thrashed wildly beneath him, screaming his name as she came again and again, not caring, not stopping to think about passersby.

***

but when i woke up this mornin' coulda sworn it was judgment day
the sky was all purple, there were people runnin' everywhere
tryin' 2 run from the destruction, u know i didn't even care

A week later, Buffy and Angel were standing on the metal balcony in the factory, looking down at Spike and Drusilla's party. They watched as the attendees milled around in the vamp equivalent of a cocktail party. The Judge came into view - large and blue, with power radiating off of him. Big blue sensed the intruders and looked up, announcing their presence to the rest of the room.

"We gotta get out of here," Angel said, turning to run one direction but was flanked by vampires. Buffy turned in the opposite direction, but they were boxed in. Caught, they were forced downstairs.

"Well, well, look what we have here," Spike said from his wheel chair, "Crashers."

"I'm sure our invitations just got lost in the mail," Buffy retorted, pulling angrily against her captors.

"It's delicious," Drusilla said, swiping a finger over her tongue, "I only dreamed you'd come.

Emitting waves of panic, Angel jumped in front of Buffy, struggling against the vampires on each of his arms, "Leave her alone!"

"Yeah, that'll work," Spike said sarcastically from his seated vantage point, "Now say pretty please." Spike smiled into his bottle as he took a drink

"The girl..." The Judge started.

"Chilling isn't it? So full of good intention," Dru finished. Angel jumped in front of The Judge, trying to block Buffy, presenting himself as an offering, "Take me."

"No!" Buffy yelled, her eyes wide as she continued to try and free herself.

"Take me instead of her," Angel said, ignoring her plea.

Spike raised his hand in the air with a cocky half smile, "You're not clear on the concept, pal. There is no instead. Just first and second."

"And if you go first, you don't get to watch the slayer die," Dru added. Angel started looking around for an escape as he was pulled back and The Judge made his way to The Slayer. Drusilla bent over and wrapped her arms around Spike, both of the looking on with excited amusement. Buffy reared up to kick the blue demon and Angel, seeing her movement, yelled, "Don't touch him!"

But it was too late. She followed through, landing a kick on his chest hard enough to knock him back several paces and causing enough distraction for Angel to break free. Buffy stood in daze as she tried to regain her composure, feeling dizzy from her contact with the demon. Angel ran across the room and pulled the chain that held multiple televisions suspended to the ceiling, causing them to fall directly on The Judge. Buffy pulled away and launched into Angel's arms.

"This way," she said before dropping into a hole that lead to the sewers. She landed, falling into the wet floor and rolled out of the way. Angel followed.

"Go!" Drusilla yelled, pointing the way but by the time, their minions reached the sewer floor, Angel and Buffy were safely hidden behind a large metal door. The minions passed them by and Angel and Buffy came back out and climbed the ladder, emerging in the pouring rain.

Angel grabbed her hand, looking around in the downpour.

"Come on," he said loudly over the storm, "We need to get inside."

Angel led her to his apartment. He opened the door and turned on the light. He pulled off his long black coat and set it down before turning to face her.

"You're shaking like a leaf," he said, rubbing her shoulders.

"Cold."

"Let me get you something," he said, turning to his wardrobe closet and pulled out a white sweater & black sweat pants, "Here put these on. Get under the covers just to warm up."

She walked over to the bed and sat down on the crimson comforter. He followed and stood over her, looking down, until he realized that he was staring at her. She looked up at him. He had already seen her body naked and she had writhed beneath him from the passion of his touch but that was in the heat of the moment, that was in the dark. Even in the dim light of the room, his penetrating gaze was too much.

"Sorry," he said, turning away, trying not to think about her taking off her clothes, trying not to think about her sliding her wet body into his clothes.

Once Angel was turned away, she slowly removed the peach shell she wore, feeling overwhelmed by the two feet that separated them. She hissed in pain as she flexed her shoulder removing wet cloth, feeling a wound on her shoulder.

"What?" Angel asked insistently.

"Oh um...i-it's okay, I just have a cut or something."

"Can I...let me see," he said, keeping his back dutifully turned until he had her permission.

"Okay," she whispered, pulling her sweater over her chest. Angel turned slowly and sat down behind her, taking longer than he needed to in order to evaluate the wound, his fingers looping through the straps of her shirt, sliding them down her bare shoulders.

"It's already closed," he whispered, "You're fine." He made no attempt to move away and she leaned back into him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her as she trembled.

"You almost went away today," she whispered, feeling almost safe in his arms.

"We both did."

"Angel," she said, sniffing, "I feel like if I lost you...You're right though, we can't be sure of it."

"Shhh. I..." He started. Realizing what he was going to say, hoping it was what she thought he was going to say, she turned around to face him. She looked deeply in his eyes, waiting for him to finish.

"You what?"

i think i...i think i...i think i love her

"I love you," he said, closing his eyes in shame, "I try not but I can't stop."

"Me too, I can't either." Buffy briefly rubbed her nose against his before settling against his lips in resolution.

"Buffy, maybe we shouldn't..."

"Don't," she whispered, "Just kiss me." Meeting lips once more, she raised her hand to touch his face as the kiss deepened. Lost in her love, he leaned back on the bed, pulling her with him. Angel held her on top of him, kissing her for a long time, not wanting to rush their first time.

never have i ever made love before. never have i wanted to till now.
lover, can't you see i want you more and more. take me baby, yeah...i'm yours.

"I love you," kept escaping from their lips at regular intervals, in reckless abandon, in the enjoyment of being free to say it. They undressed each other in silent worship, in the exchange of silent vows.

As Angel settled between her thighs, he kept telling himself that it wasn't too late to stop this, to walk away. But he knew it was. It was too late to walk away from her. It was way too late. He took her around the bend again, lapping up her escaped juices and then slowly made his way back up her body, kissing a honeyed trail on her warm, supple skin. Finding her lips once more, he memorized them in slow rapture, taking his time to commit to memory each part of her kiss.

He moved to her entrance and paused at the base of her tight heat and searched her eyes, "Are you sure?" His words were the whisper of someone who had not been this defenseless or lost for centuries.

"Yes, I'm sure," she whispered back with unabashed love. He slipped his fingers against her engorged clit as he inched inside her gently, slowly, preoccupying her with his smooth lips.

Buffy bit her lip at the pain that flashed through her body at his intrusion. She knew it would be painful but had no concept of a pain like this, a pain on the inside, suffered on purpose, with love. She arched against him involuntarily as he teased her clit, moving himself fully inside her one inch at a time. He rested there inside her heat, allowing her time to become accustomed to him.

Finally, he began to move inside her, trying to keep his passion in check. He was trembling as he took her, melting in the heat of her, her love gushing from her eyes like lava. So beautiful and shaped as if she were made just for him. Her body contracted, stretched to accommodate him as if she were only waiting for his arrival. Passion building, she soon dismissed the pain and gave in the luxurious pleasure of his body against hers, of him inside her. She came in spasms around him and he began to move faster insider her. He bit down on the aroused roar that threatened to explode from his lips as he felt the end nearing. He wrapped her legs around his waist, making sure he made direct contact with her sensitive nub as he urged her to climax one more time, with him.

"Love you, Buffy," he groaned, feeling the trembling in her body that signified her orgasm coming.

"An...gel," she panted, making his name into mere syllables of ecstasy, "An...gel...love you."

She shattered in released and he let go as well, driving his seed deep inside her, feeling as if the whole world had connected in their mutual passion, as if the universe had been built for this one moment of love. The ultimate love expressed, the ultimate passion realized, the freedom to be a person, in love with a person, spanning across space and time. Becoming One had been achieved. It was perfect. Absolute joy. Perfect happiness.

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