she used to look good to me, but now i find her simply irresistible, simply irresistible

His wandering eyes could not seem to focus and though he occasionally noticed her sweet, moist lips moving, he could not understand her words. Her delicate shoulder was visible, a thin red spaghetti strap resting gently against her skin...the dip of her top lining the beautiful chest that moved with her quickened breathing...her neck taunted him, pulsing with each tasty drop of her blood...he shook his head. Chaos ran rampant as he tried to focus on what she was saying, but her lips where so...

Jenny kept talking to him. Her husky voice echoed through his lust, want and insane need, "She wants you to touch her. What are you waiting for?"

"Look," he said, struggling through clenched teeth, "You have to stay away from me."

"You came to see me to tell me that I can't see you?" Buffy asked, trying to meet his eyes. She had never seen him so off kilter, so crazy and. She knew the minor torture she had been seeing in her dreams was nothing next to what he must be going through, "Angel something is doing this to you. You just have to control it, okay? I know that you're confused."

she's unavoidable, i'm backed against the wall
she gives me feelings like i never felt before
i'm breaking promises, she's breaking every law
she used to look good to me, but now i find her simply irresistible

"You're the one who's confused," he said, his eyes dark and clouded with anger and lust. One vampiric flick of his fingers could rend that red silk top from her gorgeous body. He swallowed thinking about tasting her skin. He took a step forward, "I think you need to..."

"She wants you to taste her," Jenny's ghost whispered, reading his mind, "Think of the peace. You'll never have to see us again."

"How can I help you?" Buffy's sweet voice muttered, stumbling it's sexy way to his ears.

"Leave me alone!" He screamed, finding a moment of strength and diving out of the window. He gulped down his screams as he ran back to the mansion. He had been so close, so close to committing, not only a crime to himself and the world, but what if he had...

...the violence he felt toward his love right then, the uncontrollable lust that was multiplying in his dead veins - God, he almost...

He kept running and found himself at the mansion long before he wanted to stop running. He paced around the room, unable to repress the beast inside himself. He had to stay away from Buffy, had to stop himself to causing her more pain than he already had. He couldn't let Angelus roam free again. Not tonight. Not ever. But how was he expected to live without Buffy? Be around her without touching her? Exist without seeing her? He wanted to rip every hair from his head, scream until he no longer existed, he wanted to walk out into the sunshine until the ultra violent rays took all the pain away.

***

her loving is so powerful
it's simply unavoidable
the trend is irreversible
the woman is invincible

After meeting with the First Evil - and what a conceited and frankly, terrifying bitch she was - Buffy ran to the mansion looking for Angel. Perfect panic formed inside Buffy, flung at her from the First Evil's mouth, "Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas will be his wake..."

Buffy's human heart was pounding in her chest as she ran outside and finally found him standing on the hill, looking out over the city. She knew it was close to morning. The sun would be rising soon and Angel had to get inside. Now.

"Angel," she said, walking up slowly to his side.

Angel looked at her briefly, his eyes filled with a new calm and fresh determination. He turned away from her and looked back over the city, "I bet half the kids down there are already awake, lying in their beds, sneaking downstairs, waiting for day."

"Angel, please," Buffy begged, the urgency of morning pelting her skin, "I need you to get inside. There's only a few minutes left."

"I know," he said, his voice wrapped in a funeral shroud, "I can smell the sunrise long before it comes."

"I don't have time to explain this. You just have to trust me. That thing that was haunting you..."

"It wasn't haunting me," he answered, breaking into her thoughts, "It was showing me."

"Showing you?"

"What I am."

"Were."

"And ever shall be," he finished, sounding finished, "Look I wanted to know why I was back. Now I do."

"You don't know!" Buffy exclaimed, feeling the full pressure of the oncoming sunlight press against her, "Some great evil takes credit for bringing you back and you buy it? You just give up?"

"I can't do it again Buffy," he said, defeated, "I can't become a killer."

"Then fight it," she demanded

"It's too hard," he said, shaking his head.

"Angel, please, you have to get inside."

"It told me to kill you," he explained, trying to make her understand why his death was inevitable. Even standing here waiting for death with her was too much closeness. Only a few more minutes and the pain would stop. It was the only way to make it stop, "You were in the dream. You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster."

"I know what it told you. What does it matter?"

"Because I wanted to!" He yelled. Why didn't she understand? Every minute on this earth he spent outside of her arms was torture. All he had ever wanted was to be with her. In over two centuries, she was the only thing that mattered anymore. He wanted her long before he met her, long before she was called, long before she was born. She was everything he ever wanted, everything he ever thought about, dreamed of, needed, "I want you so badly. I want to take comfort in you and I know it will cost me my soul and a part of me doesn't care! I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy, it's the man."

"You're weak," Buffy answered, not giving him a fraction of an inch to escape. Why didn't he understand how much she needed him to be alive? Even if she was forced to endure the cold without him, even if she was forced to carry on in her duty to the world without him by her side, she couldn't do it if he died. She wouldn't be able to make another step toward the future if he died tonight. He thought he was weak? He had no idea how deeply her own weakness ran, how much she wanted him too, "Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back but if it did it's because it needs you. And that means you can hurt it. Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends. But if you die now then all that you ever were was a monster! Angel, please. The sun is coming up."

"Just go."

"I won't," she said, digging her heels in.

"What? You think that this simple?" he yelled in exasperation, "You think there's an easy answer? You can never understand what I've done! Now go!"

"You are not staying here," she cried, grabbing onto his coat, preparing to pull him to safety if she had to, "I won't let you!"

"Leave!" he knocked her hands away from his coat. He loved her more that anything in the world but he couldn't give her the gift of his life, he couldn't live one more second. Not like this. Her fist contacted with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. He knocked her to the ground and didn't pause as he rushed over, crouched and pulled her up to him.

"No, no" she moaned in resistance but didn't stop him from clutching her.

"Am I a thing worth saving? Huh?" he said shaking her, trying to make her see and feel the abhorrence that he felt for himself, "Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone."

"What about me? I love you so much. And I tried to make you go away. I killed you and it didn't help," she said through a flood of tears. She pushed him back, causing him to land on his ass in the dirt. Every moment of pain she had felt because of him came roaring to the surface, every ounce of love flowed out of her eyes in lucid tears and she burned him with her affection as she yelled, "And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard. And that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did because you did it to me. God, I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't."

Buffy stood and kept her burning gaze on him as he stood as well.

"Buffy, please," he said, his voice broken and full of pain, "Just this once let me be strong"

"Strong is fighting," she answered, feeling hope for his survival foster, "It's hard and it's painful and it's every day. It's what we have to do and we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch and don't expect me to mourn for you because..."

The snow that drifted on her skin caused her halt in mid-sentence. They both looked up at the miracle swirling in the air around them, blocking the painful sunlight, stopping the day's arrival...saving Angel's life. They stood in silence, enthralled by the snow and the miracle that came with it.

her methods are inscrutable
the proof is irrefutable
she's so completely kissable
our lives are indivisible

Buffy took several long moments to take in what was happening and how this one moment completely changed the rest of her life. She knew that no matter what happened, she would remember this moment and this gift of life she was given by The Powers That Be. She reached out with a shaky hand to Angel, who slowly took it. They walked with a gait that was calculated and slow through the snow fall which increased with each moment. Soon they were trudging through almost a foot of little white phenomenons.

As they neared her house, Buffy felt a smile begin to tug at the corners of her mouth as the awe wore off and the miracle set in. Angel was saved. The moment of danger had passed. She looked up at him, to see that he had reached the same mental place. Scooping her in his arms, he dipped her while he took possession of her lips, he smothering worship over her glistening mouth. He swept her off her feet and swung her around nearly slipping in the snow. Crushing her against him, he counted the beats of her heart and thanked The Powers for the Chosen One - chosen in so many more ways than one.

"I love you," he said, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I love you," she echoed.

"Thank you," he mumbled, pecking a kiss on her little nose.

"Don't try that again," she said, pulling him towards her house, "I need you to be alive. Immortality's a gift. Take advantage."

"I'll do my best," he said with a smile.

"Do better than that," she said with a smile more sarcastic than his.

"Yes ma'am," he said, grinning more broadly. He stopped short when he realized that they were standing outside her house. She pulled at his hand as she entered the walkway.

"Come on," she said, pulling him towards her house.

"I can't go in there," he said, feeling the lightness slip away from his heart again.

"Yes, you can," she said, "It's okay. Come on."

Reluctantly he allowed himself to be tugged down the path and into her house, where Joyce and Faith waited, chatting excitedly about the snow. They stopped talking when Buffy & Angel entered, their hands clasped tightly.

"Faith, Joyce," Angel said, nodding in greeting. They stared back at him. The perfect hostess in Joyce, clicked in place as Joyce looked into her daughter's pleading eyes

"Angel, do you like egg nog? Vampires do drink drinks, don't they? I mean, besides blood?" She asked, with a smile.

she's a natural law, and she leaves me in awe
she deserves the applause, i surrender because
she used to look good to me, but now i find her simply irresistible

In the years that followed, Angel often looked back on that Christmas day with a warm smile. Even Faith was friendly during the Christmas celebration. The only damper was that Angel's awkwardness that he didn't have any gifts for Buffy, Faith & Joyce.

"Don't worry about it," Buffy whispered, reading his mind, as they sat on the couch snuggled together, "You're the best gift I could have gotten this year."

Joyce had gone to bed, with a warning to Buffy that she would not be okay with Angel staying the night. Faith had gone a few minutes before and they were left alone at long last. The mantel clock chimed the Westminster Chimes quietly. It was 11:00 PM.

"Thanks," he said, kissing the top of her head, which was resting on his unmoving chest. He paused, memorizing this perfect moment, "What happens now?"

"We stay together," she whispered, her eyes closed, "We make it work."

"Aren't you going to miss..." he asked tapering off. She raised her head and looked at with a wry smile, "Miss what? Sex?"

He nodded silently. His eyes were already darkening with forbidden lust. She had taken off her black sweater again sometime during the evening and the tantalizing little red top was in view.

"We've...well, we will do what we can and try not to let it go too far," she said, her voice coming in low whispers.

"What if...I mean, I don't know..." he started, stumbling over his words, "I want you, Buffy, every second of every day. I know I'll want to, well, what I mean is..."

"You'll want to touch me?" She said, not realizing that her hand on his thigh was part of the reason he could barely speak in full sentences. He nodded.

"You can touch me whenever you want," she whispered across his lips.

"If it goes too far..." he said, leaving the rest unspoken.

how can it be permissible
she compromise my principle,
that kind of love is mythical
she's anything but typical

"It won't," she said, pulling back from his lips so he could look in her determined eyes, "One of us will stop it before it goes too far. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you would rather not touch me. I mean, we can do the thing where we just hold hands and stay in public places if you want. You could keep away from naughty touching and I could do the same," she said, but her throaty words suggested she wanted otherwise. She swung her leg over him and placed herself in his lap and moved his hand to her breast, "But I don't wanna do that. Do you?"

"N-no," he stuttered, brushing his thumb over the nipple that was hidden beneath her shirt.

"You want to touch me, Angel?" She whispered, unable to keep herself from grinding against his arousal.

"God yes," he breathed, moving his other hand to form around her tight rear, pressing her more fully against his lap.

"You can have me," she crooned, as she dipped in to kiss his neck, "Just not too much at a time. Just...a...little..."

He moaned as her little hand snaked inside his shirt, leaving a hot trail of lust over his chest. Unable to resist, he reached inside her tight black pants and delved his fingers into the honey between her thighs. She moaned, riding his large hand as she unbuttoned his shirt and attacked his nipples with her tongue and teeth.

"You're going to kill me," he groaned as she bit his nipple. She took over his mouth as she rode his nimble fingers, breathing short pants of hot air into his mouth as her tongue fought with his. She climaxed while their mouths were joined and she breathed fire into his lifeless body.

Barely pausing to collect herself, she slid down his body and unzipped his pants and he protested, trying to push her hands away.

"You can't," he said through gritted teeth but she slapped his hands away and took him into her mouth. His fell back on the couch as her sweet sucking mouth sent his protests into the aether. He knew she hadn't done this for anyone but him, so he wasn't quite sure how she was so perfect at it. It was almost as if she was reading his mind and doing exactly what he wanted her to do, moving exactly how he wanted her to.

"Buffy," he growled, "I'm going to come. Stop, please. For the love of God, you have to stop."

She looked up at him and stopped, laving a long swipe with her tongue on the underside of his length. Her green eyes reflected an impish gleam as she looked in his eyes, "Think nasty thoughts, lover," she said, before taking him in her mouth again. He bit the inside of his jaw to keep from screaming as he came into her mouth.

***

just get yourself untied, are you gonna do it

"Well, you missed it," Buffy said, flinging herself onto Angel's prone form, which was laying on the couch with a book. He flung the book aside, wondering casually if he had damaged the ancient text, and caught his lover's slight body in his hands.

"Missed what?" He asked with interest, trying not to focus on their position, "And why do you smell like you've just been to a barbecue?"

"Funny you should ask," she said as he brushed ashes from her blonde hair. She launched into the story, telling all that had transpired, how she, Willow and Amy had nearly been burned at the stake because of a demon who liked to dress up as small dead children and torment the minds of the adults in town.

"God," he said, pulling her against him, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you. You could have..."

"Yeah, well, I didn't," she said, her words muffled against his chest, "Besides you don't really dig the fire anyway. You know, almost being burned at the stake kinda brings things into perspective."

"Most people don't enjoy being burned to death," he said. He held her and waited for her false bravado to begin to fade, which took only a couple of minutes.

"It was one of the most helpless and scary things that have happened to me in a long time. I mean, this time it was different. This time it was my mom," she whispered.

"It wasn't really her in control. And you won again," he said, knowing it was hardly a consolation.

"Yeah, I did," she said, not moving from his chest, "Another entry for the watcher's diary...You really made me feel better tonight when we talked before."

"About being the Slayer and the fruitlessness that it's not?"

"Yes," she said, lifting her head briefly to peck his full lips, "Thank you for making me feel important."

"You're more important than anything else to me," he said, nuzzling against her, "Your mom know you're here?" He asked, looking over at the clock. 1:00 AM.

"No, she's not going to miss me while she's drowning in remorse. I think she finally fell asleep and I snuck out."

He smiled down at her, sprawled across his chest and realized with the sudden change in her breathing that she had fallen fast asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

Not perfect happiness, but pretty damn blissful.

***

she always makes uncommon sense
always knows just what to say
she always takes me unawares

Buffy rarely snored. Angel was sure that she rarely allowed herself to become so immersed in peaceful sleep that she could snore. Tonight she was and the soft purring snore woke him up. She was so cute, blanketing him with warmth, her entire body slack with relaxation. He looked over at the clock again. 5:00 AM. He would have to wake her up and send her home before her mom got up for work and found that she had been gone all night. He was pretty sure that Joyce got up at 6, which left an hour for her to get moving.

"Buffy," he whispered, caressing her back, "Wake up, love."

She whined in protest and buried her face in his chest.

"Baby, you have to wake up," he said, shaking her gently.

"No," she said, her voice muffled against him.

"Wake up, sweetie," he repeated, feeling that he was getting nowhere.

"Don't wanna," she said in a groan and he smiled knowing she was awake.

"You have to go home. It's 5."

"Like it here. Tired," she mumbled while she remained unmoving.

"Buffy," he warned, shaking her more firmly than before.

"Alright," she snapped, raising her sleepy head to look into the brown eyes of her love, "I'm up! Geez. When does a Slayer ever get to have any fun?"

"Sleeping is fun?" Angel asked quizzically.

"Sleep is the most fun I've had in a long time," she complained, laying back on his chest.

"Don't go back to sleep," he said, smoothing his large hands over her back again, "You have to go home before your Mom finds out you were gone all night."

She sat up with a pout over her lips which broadened into a sleepy smile, "Wouldn't she wonder what naughty things her daughter had been doing with her creature of the night boyfriend?"

Angel smiled.

***

give me an inch, girl
i'll give you a mile
give me an inch, girl
and i'll make it all worth while

Another day of high school and Buffy did not want to go home, eat dinner and go on another patrol. She was tired of the same old thing every night. She craved fun and excitement that had nothing to do with demons - well, soulless demons anyway. So she was pleasantly surprised when she got home and dropped her stuff on her bed and found a tiny note on her pillow next to a single, red, long stemmed rose. She opened it immediately and read the words scrawled in neat, black print: "Look under your bed."

She knelt and swept the covers up to find a box waiting there, which she opened quickly. Inside was a beautiful red silk dress and another note. "Look in the closet."

She nearly ran to the closet where she found another box. She flipped the top off easily to find matching red silk shoes and another note. "Top drawer. Right hand side."

Peeking in the drawer revealed a matching bra and panty set and another note. "Under your left pillow."

She hopped over to her bed and lifted the pillow, peeking underneath it with child-like wonder. Another box. She opened it and found her long missing Claddaugh ring and, of course, another note: "Bronze. 8:00 PM. Fun."

She slipped the ring on her left ring finger, with a sort of ceremonious slowness, feeling like she was more complete with it back where it belonged. She closed her eyes and fell back against her pillows with a broad dreamy smile on her face. She never thought Angel had it in him. She sat up and looked at the delicate silk dress again. Much too sexy for what she would have thought he'd pick out for her. Mr. Old Fashioned probably had to take some aspirin after he bought it.

***

simply irresistible. she's all mine, there's no other way to go.

Buffy hurried through her patrol just as the sunset and was thankful that she got to dust one vamp. Now she could be guilt free about fun time tonight. She ran home and gave her mom the spending-the-night-at-Willow's lie and made sure she had a long coat covering the dress when she left. She breezed her way through the streets on the way to The Bronze.

The Bronze was incredibly crowded for a Thursday night, but when you're living on a Hellmouth, anytime is a good time to party. She looked around for Angel and couldn't find him so she wandered around a bit, milling her way through the dense crowd.

Angel watched her entrance from the corner and sucked in a deep breath when she took off her coat. He was aroused immediately and also very nervous. His lover was way too sexy in that dress. Why had he let the salesgirl talk him into that one? The open back left her kissable skin visible to everyone and the neckline dipped a bit too far than he liked. Well, he liked - he just didn't want everyone else to like it as much as he did. He reminded himself that she wore outfits that showed more skin than she was showing now, but he couldn't help but notice the other men in the room noticing her perfect golden skin.

He began to weave his way through the crowd, getting more anxious in every second he wasn't by her side. She had given up looking for him in the mass and decided to dance. She was moving slowly to the beat, her body twisting obscenely in the form fitting silk. Angel was thinking about knocking people out of his way, when he saw a guy begin dancing behind her, rubbing against her. The stranger, smoothed his hands around her hips and she pulled away in surprise, realizing it wasn't her boyfriend that was touching her.

honey i saw you there last night
another man's arms holding you tight
nobody knows how i felt inside

"You looked like you needed a dance partner," the stranger said, moving closer to her.

"Sorry," she said, stepping away, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

"I don't see him," the guy replied, stepping closer again and pulling her to him by her slim waist. Angel felt his temper flare when the guy pulled Buffy to him. He began moving more quickly towards her, wondering why The Bronze seemed so damn big all of a sudden.

"He's here," she answered, pulling away, "And won't be happy when he sees you."

"Aw, come on, baby," the guy said, following her retreat closely, "He stood you up and a chick as hot as you should never be alone."

Buffy was barely able to make her next, polite rejection out before Angel stepped in.

"Excuse me," Angel said, feigning politeness over the jealous rage that had begun to settle over him.

"We're dancing here," the guy said, pulling Buffy to him again. She was preparing to toss him away with force, since common sense didn't seem to be working when Angel clutched the man's arm hard enough to reposition his bone structure and tossed him several paces away.

"Not anymore," Angel said, trying to keep the snarl from his lips.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The interloper said, regaining his positioning and coming towards Angel with full force. Angel caught the man's thick neck in his hand and lifted him just an inch off the floor, just enough to make his point.

"She's mine. And she's not interested. Got it?"

"Yeah," he managed to croak. Angel set him back on his feet and turned his back on him in disregard. He pulled Buffy into his arms possessively and did something she never thought she see him do - he started to dance with her. Okay, well he was barely moving, but for Angel, it was dancing.

"I knew this dress was a mistake," Angel mumbled, drinking her in with his eyes, "I'm sorry, baby."

"I love the dress," she whispered, losing herself in his eyes, "Thank you. You're the one who picked it out. You don't like it?"

"Not really," he answered honestly.

"Does it look bad?" Buffy asked naively, not understanding why he picked it out for her to wear if he didn't like it.

"No, it doesn't look bad. That's the problem," he said through dark lust-filled eyes, "It looks too good. There's too much showing."

She smiled. "Oh." She began moving against him on the dance floor provocatively. Angel allowed his eyes to travel over her body again and was teetering on the edge of losing self control. Maybe he shouldn't take her back to the mansion later after all. Could be a very perilous situation - not that it wasn't every other time. He allowed himself a peek of her cleavage and noticed the beautiful breasts were not supported by the bra he bought her.

"You're not wearing a bra," he exclaimed, in old fashioned surprise.

"Can't wear one with this dress, dummy," she answered, pulling him to her lips.

***

your will is not your own
your heart sweats and teeth grind
another kiss and you'll be mine

"I should walk you home," he said, once they left The Bronze, forcing the words out against his libido's outraged objection.

"Can't go home," she said, an alluring smile settling over her red lips.

"W-why not?" he asked, as his brain stopped complete function.

"Because, by the message this dress sent, I assumed you would want me to spend the night and I told my mom I was staying with Willow. Was I wrong?" She asked, pressing him against The Bronze's brick outer wall, "You don't want me to come home with you tonight?"

"No," he answered.

"Mixed signals, Angel."

"I want you to, I just don't think I can..."

"Control yourself?" she asked, grinding her silk clad hips against him.

"Pretty much," he answered sheepishly, "Dress was a bad idea."

"I think," she said, kissing his neck, "It was a great idea."

Angel barely got Buffy back to the mansion before they attacked each other and he wasn't sure how he was going to handle the rest of the evening. He took a deep unneeded breath as he entered and cursed himself inside his mind. This was a stupid idea. He was definitely going to lose his soul tonight. What the hell was that salesgirl's problem anyway? She let him buy a bra for a dress that didn't need one and then she picked out those damn shoes - shoes that made Buffy's tantalizing figure swing with every seductive footfall.

Angel crouched painfully before the fireplace and lit a fire, trying to figure out how he would make it through the night. He took his time stoking the blaze, trying to unstoke the blaze inside himself.

You can do this, he told himself, no big deal.

Then he turned around. Buffy had shed the dress and was standing in nothing but the shoes and the silk and lace red panties.

"Buffy," he said, shaking his head no, while his body screamed the opposite.

"Thought you might want to see the rest of the outfit," she said, gesturing to the panties. She waited for him to approach her but he was standing still and rigid with his hands clenched at his sides. She swayed across the room and noticed at he was staring at the curve of her breasts as she crossed the room. She pressed her body against him and after a few long moments, she moved his hands around her waist. His hands took on a life of their own, despite his mental protest, smoothing over her back.

"It's okay, baby," she whispered, unbuttoning his black silk shirt.

"Not hardly," he murmured, allowing his hand to slip inside the red silk to cup her ass and moving his lips over the neck, bare from her upswept hair. She pushed his shirt off of him, revealing his muscular chest. Angel bent and took a perfect nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he caressed the other, pinching and twisting it between his fingers. Angel swept her into his arms and kissed her tempting lips as he carried her to the bedroom.

"I've always dreamed you would do this," she sighed in between kisses as he laid on her on the bed.

"Buffy, you have to -"

"It's okay, honey," she whispered into a moan as he kissed her neck and shoulders, losing himself in the salt of her skin, "We won't go too far."

He flashed her a doubtful look as he slipped the panties away to reveal the treasure awaiting him there. He worshiped her inner thighs and then made his way to the source of her pleasure. Her moans alone were enough to send him to perfect bliss as he used centuries of experience to bring her orgasm again and again.

Finally, he journeyed back up her trembling body, leaving a honeyed trail of kisses as he went. Still clad in pants, he nestled between her thighs and pressed greedily against her core as he kissed her. He thanked the powers that he still had them on because if he didn't, he would already be moving inside her. She wrapped her legs around him as they kissed.

With sudden force, she flipped them, landing on top of him. She sat up, splayed her hands against his chest and pressed her hot core against his hidden erection. He whimpered as if wounded as her wetness seeped into his pants.

"I'm sorry," he gushed, "I'm sorry I can't make love to you."

"You do make love to me," she said, lowering herself to kiss him again, "You touch me in ways no one else ever could."

"Not fully," he moaned as she moved off of him. He reached out for her to bring her back but she was already gone and he felt as if he had been stabbed with the loss.

"Yes, you do, Angel," she whispered as her tiny hands moved to unbutton his pants, "Don't be caught up on technicalities."

"Not sure that's a good idea, baby," he said, catching her hands just as she prepared to released his cock from his pants.

"Shhh," she said, brushing his hands away. He gritted his teeth as she took him in her mouth. He dug his fingers into the bed as she removed his thoughts of worry and sent him into a void of pleasure. He arched against her as she traced his length with her lips and tongue. Each second with her mouth around him was like an alternate universe. He always loved oral sex, both with a soul and without, but that was nothing compared to receiving it from a woman he loved. If his brain was functioning, he might have thought of a poetic metaphor to describe it. As he spilled his seed, his strong fingers ripped into the sides of the mattress, leaving foamy holes. Buffy smiled at his enthusiastic violence towards the bed as he dislodged his fingers.

"I love you, Buffy Summers," Angel whispered as he pulled her against him and closed his eyes, surrounded by her warmth.

"I love you," she answered, snuggling in for another perfect night in her demon's arms.

i got a bad case of lovin' you
no pill's gonna kill my ill
i got a bad case of lovin' you

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