Forever, Always, and Then SomeChapter 129
Angel slips back into the grove of trees where Kate and Spike wait. Kate: What did you see? Angel Just a couple of serving wenches. Kate looks at him funny. Kate: Did he say.. Spike: Yes and if the lass he is bedding hears him speak that way he may be sleeping on the sofa. Not that he would be getting laid either way. Angel growls: William, shut up. Spike: What be the matter Liam, can’t take the truth. Kate: What is going on? Spike: Our pretty boy just hates it when I remind him of his well short comings. Kate looks over Angel: Oh. Angel: Damn it. Kate does not need to hear this. Kate: Well all men have times. Spike laughs. Angel: Spike!! Spike: Sorry. Kate he can do it, he just can’t do it. Angel: We need to get this done. My sex life is no one’s business. Spike: What sex life? Or has the little trinket given you another day? Angel twirls and looks at him. Angel: How do you…………..Dawn. That girl talks too much. Spike smirks. Kate: If you two are done Angel: Oh we are. Kate: So do you have a plan. Angel: Well I can try and see if one will invite me in and look around. Kate: You think they might? Angel: I can try. Spike: You might want to let me? Angel: You stay here. If I can get in I will try to get them to invite you in too. He approaches the door and taps lightly. The maid peeps out and he smiles. Her co-worker come up behinds her as she cracks open the door. Maid 1: Who are you? Angel: I need some help. Maid 1: You need to go. Boss don’t like strangers. Angel: I can’t go. I need your help. He smiles at them. Maid 2: You go. We can not help. Angel: Please, I know you are scared. But lives are endanger. Maid 2: We no help. You go. They close the door and he knocks again louder. The women jump to the door. He speaks through the door. Angel: If you won’t talk to me, would you rather talk to I.N.S.? The women startle and look at him scared. Angel: I won’t call them if you can help me. They crack the door back open. Maid 2: What help you need? Angel: Invite me in and I will tell you They look at each other. Angel: I won’t harm you. I am here to help. They look back him and open the door wider. He stands there. Angel: You sure it is okay? Maid 2: Yes, come in. He steps in the doorway and looks around the kitchen. Angel: Are you having a party? Maid 1: Boss is. What help you need? Angel: Local girls are missing. I think they are being held here. Maid 2: No, no girls here. You leave now. Angel wanders around the kitchen looking through the doorway into a dining room. Angel: When is the party? Maid 1: Tomorrow night. Angel: And the guests? Maid 1: We don’t know. We are never here. Angel: Never here? Maid 1: We put food on table, we leave. Never see who comes. Angel: Hmmm. Listen, my friend is outside. Skinny blonde guy. I need one of you to go out and invite him here. Maid 2: What you going to do? Angel: We are going to find the girls. Maid 2: No girls here. Angel looks at maid 1. Angel: Please go get William. She looks from Angel to her co-worker and scurries to the door. Maid 2: You find no girls. Maid 1 and Spike walk up. Spike: Any ideas where they are? Angel: No, I guess we search each floor. Maid 2: No, you get caught, we get trouble. Angel: We are going to find the girls. Maid 1 looks at Maid 2. Maid 1: Floor 3. We no clean. Angel: Thanks. Spike and Angel slip through the house and up a back stairway to the third floor. Seeing two men down the end of the hall they slip into a dark doorway. Spike (w): Guards are human. Angel (w): Guess they are mine. You know you have your short comings. And well no little trinket. He slips stealthily down the hall. He approaches the guards and before they can react he punches them with full roundhouse knocking them both unconscious . He looks adown at the two bodies as Spike walks up. Spike: Humans are too easy. Angel: Next ones are yours then. Spike cuts him a look. Angel grips the knob. It is locked but he twist hard and it easily gives. They step into the dark room. The site before them makes them pause. The girls nude bodies are tied spread eagle on the beds. The smells of blood and semen permeate their vampire noses. Angel moves toward one girl. She flinches in the dark at his approach. Angel: Shh, we are going to get you out of here. He releases her from her bonds and looks to see Spike helping the other female. Angel strips off his trench coat and wraps it around the nude form before lifting her weak quaking form into his arms. Spike looks down and rolls his eyes before covering the other girl in his leather duster. They slip down the stairs and into the kitchen. The two maids stand back against the wall as they move through. Angel pauses before heading out the door. Angel: Thanks. They head into the woods. Kate sees them coming out the door and runs toward the wall and the car.
Arriving at the car, Angle finds it running. He sees Kate hiding in the foliage. He realizes she needs to distance herself from them. He climbs in the back with the girls and Spike takes the wheel. They drive to the emergency room and carry the girls in. The hospital staff scurries around the women. Angel give the story he told the girls in the car. He and his friend found the girls wandering the road near the highway. They had escaped by themselves. The shaken females confirmed their story not wanting to endanger their saviors. Spike heads home to Faith but Angel stays until Kate arrives. He fills her in on the rescue and she goes to question the women. Angel collapses on the chair thinking how Faith could have been taken or even Buffy. He holds his head in his hands. Kate: Angel. He looks up. Kate: You need to go. She hands him the two coats. He stands up and starts to leave but stops and turns. Angel: One thing Kate. Kate: Yes. Angel: The maids. They were a big help, I hope they don’t get deported. Kate: I can’t promise. Angel looks pleadingly into her eyes. Kate: I will try. Angel: Thanks. He walks out and heads home.
Summer’s house. Angel enters the dark house and quietly mounts the dark stairs. He opens the bedroom door and stands watching his wife nurse Caitlin. She looks up and smiles. Buffy: You okay? Angel: Yeah. Buffy: The girls? Angel: Found three at Albert’s and two in a mansion across town. Buffy: Alive. Angel: Four of them but two may wish they weren‘t. Buffy looks up into his haggard face. He drops down on the edge of the bed and places a kiss on her cheek and another on the downy head of his little girl. Buffy: You want to talk about it? Angel: Not now. Buffy: Why don’t you take a shower while I get her down. He looks at them. Angel: I have missed you so much. Buffy: Holidays are almost here. Angel: I know. I just want to just forget it all sometimes. Buffy: I know the feeling but we can’t. We don’t have that option. Buffy watches as he gets his clothes and heads for the shower. She begins talking to Caitlin. Buffy: Your daddy seems sad, don’t he. He is missing out. I know how he feels. I missed your brother’s first weeks and I will never get them back. I hope our Christmas present makes it up some. It will be a perfect Christmas. All of us together. She changes the baby and lays her in the bassinet. After checking on the baby boy, she crawls under the covers. Moments later Angel slips into the door. Climbing into bed he spoons his body around hers. He lays a kiss on her temple. She laces her fingers with his as he wraps it around her waist. Buffy: You mentioned a surprise. Angel: I did, didn’t I. Buffy: Yes. Angel: Hmmm Buffy: Well? Angel: Why don’t you go to sleep? Buffy glances over her shoulder at him and looks at his smile. Buffy: Is someone going to dream visit? His grin gets bigger. Buffy: Oh, someone has been advancing? Angel: Go to sleep. Buffy: My dream, I make the rules. Angel: I know. Now sleep. She snuggles down and closes her eyes. He lies listening to the three heartbeats in the room. Each one with it’s own pace. Each one claiming a portion of his still one. He closes his eyes and revels in the sounds of their heartbeats and steady breaths. When he is sure Buffy has drifted off he lets himself relax and fall asleep while maintaining control of his mind. He momentarily struggles but is eventually successful. As he reaches an unconscious state he lets his thoughts move out to her. Sliding himself into her mind. He finds himself in a dark room. Angel: Buffy? Buffy: Right here. He turns around and stares. Before him is steps leading to a dais with a large fan backed chair. Ensconced in the chair is his wife. He is rendered speechless as he looks up at her. Her blonde hair cascades over her bare shoulders. Her breast are barely covered by the sleeveless red leather corset. And her red leather min-skirt leads very little his imagination. He is in love with the red high heeled boots covering her feet and calves. He looks into her face and can not help but smile. Buffy: Did I give you permission to smile? Angel: Huh? Buffy: Be quiet. He quickly bows his head submissively. He is already loving it. He struggles not to smile. Buffy: Now that is better. He darts his eyes and chances a glance at her. Buffy: On you r knees. He eagerly lowers to his knees. His silk pajama pants are unable to hide his mounting arousal. He catches her smiling. Buffy: Now come up here. He climbs the steps on his knees. As he nears her he catches a glimpse under her skirt. He swallows as he realizes she is again sans the panties. Buffy: Stop. He stops and slowly moves his eyes up to her face. She smiles wickedly at him. He swallows again. Buffy: Do you want to please me? Angel: Yes, ma’am. Buffy: How? Angel: Whatever you desire? Buffy: Good. He glances back under her skirt. She widens her legs. He looks at the hot wet flesh and then into her face. Buffy: You want to taste me? Angel: Yes, ma’am. Buffy: No hands. He smiles and as he leans in toward her she opens her legs more. He slowly runs his tongue from the bottom of the slit all the way to the top. He rubs it hard against her stiff bud at the top. He glances at her hands tightening on the arms of the chair. He flicks his tongue over the nub once more before slipping it into the folds. She open her knees until they rest against the arms of the broad chair. He continues to tease the flesh, never giving any spot the full treatment. She shifts her hips closer to him. He glances at her and wiggles his fingers of one hand in her sight. She glances at the long digits and back to his oral assault. He flicks his tongue barely over her clit and back into her channel. Buffy: Clit, now. He quickly obeys and draws the flesh between his lips. He teases it with the tip of his tongue. She bucks up slightly. He pulls back. Buffy: Don’t stop. Angel: May I use my hand? Buffy looks over at his hand again. Buffy: No. He buries his face back against the hot flesh and latches onto her clit. His teeth scrap against it. She moans loudly and shifts her hips hard against his mouth. He continues to massage the sensitive bud. Her breathing becomes erratic as she teeters on the edge. He looks at her face and catches her eye as he touches her thigh with his finger tips. She glares at the hand and he jerks it back. His tongue snakes down to her slit and then back up. Her hands grip the arms of the chair as she craves release. She whines as it continues to allude her. She grits her teeth. Buffy: One hand. He slips his hand up and plunges two finger into her. He presses his tongue against her clit as his fingers massage her inner walls. She bites her lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm rocks her entire body. She collapses against the chair. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue as he laps up the sweet juices flowing forth She lies panting and watches him. He stops and smiles. Buffy: You are vile. Angel: Sorry. Buffy: You will have to make it up to me now. Angel: Anything. Buffy sits up and looks down below his waist. Buffy: Let me see. He quickly shoves his pants to his knees. She smiles at the sight of his obvious desire. Buffy: Do you want to fuck me? Angel: No. Buffy: What? Angel: I want to make love to you. She smiles and nods. He moves up the steps and brushes the tip against her slick core. Angel: May I? Buffy: Oh yeah. He slowly slips inside her. A low moan escapes both their lips. He begins to slowly move in and out. Buffy: Faster. He increases his speed slightly. Buffy: Harder. He tries to comply but keeps a slow even pace. She suddenly grabs his shoulders and slams him backwards. His head and shoulders crash to the floor below. His torso rest upside down on the stairs. She plants her knees on the step and begins riding him hard and deep. His eyes rake over her body. Her skirt now resembles a belt as she rocks her hips over his. He reaches out and rubs his thumb hard against her clit. She comes in a loud roar and collapses on his chest. As her hot muscles clinch round him he grits his teeth to keep from joining her. He has played this game before and knows he has to wait for permission. As her panting slows, he cradles her in his arms. She looks into his face. Buffy: I love you. He smiles and rolls them down the steps, placing her on her back with him resting between her thighs. He begins to slowly pump into her. She wraps her legs around his waist while her fingers dig into his shoulders. He continues to grit his teeth trying to hold onto his orgasm while pleasuring her. He runs his hand between them and strokes her softly. She keens his name as she rolls into her third climax. His face contorts as he tries to hold back. Buffy: Come with me baby. He plunges deep into her hot core and shoots his load. Exhausted, he collapses on top of her. Her fingers stroke his back as he lays trying to recover his bearings. He lifts on his elbows and suddenly finds himself in a dark lonely space. He looks around for her before waking up. Opening his eyes, he sees Willow looking down. Buffy: Thanks. Willow turns and leaves the room, closing the door softly. Angel: What’s wrong? Buffy: Seems I talk in my sleep or in this case bellow. Angel smirks. Buffy: She was afraid I might wake the babies. Angel: Next time I will just have to make sure your mouth is busy. Buffy: Maybe tomorrow night we can get Willow to take them in her room. Angel: I am only here for tonight.
Angel pulls her into his arms and brushes his lips over hers. His tongue teases her lips open and he consumes her mouth. As they lay kissing his fingers snake down her abdomen and into her pants. He slides into her damp curls and as her thighs widen he begins caressing her inner depths with his fingers. His thumb pressing against her clit her quickly brings her to climax. Her moans of pleasure trapped in his throat. As she comes down from the euphoria he pulls back from her lips. His hand slides out and he quietly licks his fingers. Buffy: Taste good? Angel: Like honey from heaven. She smiles. Pushing him on his back she quickly straddles his thighs. Buffy: My turn. He smiles as she slides down the waist band of his silk pants. Her eyes rake over his throbbing erection before taking it in her hand. She gently strokes it. He reaches up and winds his fingers around the head board. She rocks her hand over his cock hard and fast. Angel: Oh god. His hand reaches out and fiddles with the nightstand drawer. He retrieves and opens the package. She stops her stroking and rubs her one finger across the tip picking up the small droplet clinging there. As she rolls the cool latex over his shaft she taste the single drop. Buffy: My own honey. Before he can respond he is again wracked with pleasure from her tight grip on his erection. Stroking him hard and fast, she begins panting. She shifts her hips so her sex is pressed against his thigh. She rocks her pelvis to the rhythm of her hand. His knuckles turn white as they grip the headboard and he growls low as he climaxes. She smiles as she leans into his cool lips and kisses him. His arm wraps around her shoulder deepening the kiss. The moment soon broken by the sounds of a newborn. Buffy: Time’s up. He lets her go and she retrieves the hungry baby. Angel: Sorry I stole your sleep time. Buffy: I’m not complaining Having cleaned up and redressed himself he snuggles up next to her and watches her nurse. Angel: So you going to tell me the big plans for Christmas? Buffy: Nope. You will have to wait. Angel: Come on. Buffy: Nope. Angel: I will just ask Cordy. Buffy: She won’t tell you either. She like living too much. Angel: You are going to make me crazy. Buffy: Won’t be the first time.
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