Forever, Always, and Then SomeChapter 90
As Angel stands there, Willow walks up. Willow: Are you going to stand there or are you going to join her? Angel smiles and opens the door and closes it behind him. He removes his boots. Buffy: Did you come in to check out the shower curtain silhouette? Angel: Not exactly. I am joining you. Buffy: Oh. Angel leaves his clothing in crumpled puddle as he steps into the shower. Buffy’s eyes move over his body and pause on his lower extremity. Buffy: Not nice to…... He seizes her mouth with his. His lips consuming her, his tongue forces its way into the warmth of her mouth. His hand entangles in her hair, restraining her from escaping the onslaught. Her arms encircle his neck. He moves forward and she moans as he feels the pressure of his erection against her abdomen. He reaches up with his free hand and grasps one of her arms. The hand is clinched in a tight fist. He pulls back and looks into her eyes. Angel: Do you want to hit me? Buffy: No, just restraining myself. He slips his thumb into the fist and gently pries open her fingers. He brings the hand to his mouth and gently kisses the palm before returning his lips to her mouth. His thumb gently massages her palm as he guides her hand between them. He wraps her fingers around his hard shaft. He envelopes her hand with his and pilots her in a slow stroking motion. A moan of pleasure escapes her throat. He pulls back on her head allowing him greater access to her mouth. Her breasts thrust against his chest. Her nipples harden at the contact. His tongue plunges in out with savagery. The pure intensity of the kiss belies to the slow meticulous motion of their hands. The movement causing her taunt nipples to rub against his chest sending ripples of sensation throughout her body. The kiss continues until her body quivers in an ardent climax. He jerks his head back and looks at her. His hand moves from her hair and onto her shoulder Angel: Did you just? Buffy: Yes. She forces his mouth back onto hers. He releases her hand and places his against the wall to brace himself. The kiss stops and she looks into his eyes. Buffy: Slow or fast? Angel: Either. As she continues the sensual attack, her eyes penetrate into his. She catches her lower lip in her teeth. He gasps at the sight of her teeth clinging to her tender skin. He brings his mouth down and forces his tongue between her teeth and skin. Her teeth lightly scrape his tongue before surrendering to the new invasion. The kiss becomes more ardent as does her desire to bring him to orgasm. Their tongues tussle in and out of each others mouth. Their lips become tender from the aggressive action. His fingers dig into her shoulder. He suddenly pulls back from the kiss. He closes his eyes and rest his forehead on hers. Momentarily his body shivers, followed by the unmistakable jerking as he climaxes. He quickly backs her under the running shower to remove the sticky mess. As she removes her hand, she notices one errant drop on her wrist. She smiles. Before she can do anything he grabs her hand and places it under the stream of water. As the water washes away the last evidence of their encounter, he leans over and shuts off the water. He opens the shower curtain and step out and hands her a towel. Taking another for himself. They quickly dry off. Buffy: Did you bring any clothes? Angel: No, was a last minute decision. Buffy: Then you better hope that towel will cover your cute butt while you walk to our room. Angel: It will do fine. He slips out while she gets dressed. When she enters their room, he is dressed for bed. Buffy: This has been one long day; Angel: I am still curious how you became sexually satisfied. I wasn’t doing anything. Buffy: How old are you? You should know that there is more than one erotic zone on a woman. Angel: I do but remember I never cared about pleasing a woman before. Buffy: I can’t believe Darla was with you for over 150 years and she wasn’t pleased. Angel: Darla’s definition of pleasure was pain. Plus she was the professional. Buffy: Professional what? Angel: Professional. As in a prostitute. Buffy: Oh. I see. Angel: I thought you knew. Before the master turned her she was a whore. Buffy: Oh the lady of the night became a creature of the night. Fun, this is something I wish I you had not told me. Angel: Why? Buffy: How can I compare to that? Angel: Compare to what? As a lover? Buffy, you make me feel things I have never felt in all my years. Hey when I was with her last year, I didn’t lose my soul. Only you made me that happy. I love you. And as lovers go, you take me to places I have never been. Buffy: Oh. Angel: So are you going to tell me what got you so aroused? Buffy walks over to him and runs her palm across his chest. Her thumb plucks at his nipple. It reacts to the touch. Angel: Oh. Buffy reaches up with her finger and strokes his lips before slipping her finger into his mouth. She wriggles it against his tongue. Buffy: You have the most amazing tongue. Angel gently sucks at her finger before easing it back out. Angel: Okay enough with the demonstrations. I think I understand. Buffy: I thought you might. Ready to go to sleep? Angel: Yes, as I sure you are. Buffy: Past ready. Angel: Buffy, if something goes wrong because of tonight, I trust you to handle however it needs to be. Buffy: Nothing is going to happen. Angel: I am just saying. Buffy: I know what you are saying. But worry will give you age lines. Angel: I don’t age. Buffy: Fine, so worry all you want, but I am going to sleep. She crawls into bed and he slips in beside her and they snuggle down for the night.
In the cemetery
Spike: Well this is my stop. Faith: A crypt? You actually stay in a crypt. Spike: Yes, where else would a self respecting vampire live. Faith: I don’t know. I kinda liked Angel’s old place. All big and roomy. Spike: My place is fine. I got it just the way I like it. He opens the door and she follows him in. Faith: Okay, this is different. A crypt with furniture. Hey you have a TV. Spike: Yes, I have a TV. Faith: Well you are one up on me. The Watcher’s council got me some furniture but they failed to put in a TV. Spike: That figures. Faith: So are you going to watch something. Spike: No, I am going to sleep, but you can help yourself. If you are in need a little late night infomercial, have at it. Faith: I might just do that. Been awhile since I could just sit and watch whatever I wanted. Spike: Right. Prison. No telly there. Faith: Oh we had TV, but the only channel we were allowed to watch was PBS. And all those asinine British shows. Spike: You better watch your bloody mouth. Faith: Struck a nerve I see.. Spike: I am off to bed. He opens the lid to his room and climbs down. He strips and climbs in bed. Moments later Faith lands in the room. Faith: Cool. Spike: What is with you slayers and the need to avoid the steps. Faith: Why waste the energy. She walks around examining the room. Spike: I thought you were watching TV. Faith: You were right nothing on. You need to get cable. Spike: Okay let me call and order it tomorrow. Faith: Oh yeah guess they don’t service crypts. She picks up his discarded clothes. Faith: Looks like you lost these. Spike: Do you mind? I am trying to go to bed. Faith: In the nude? Spike: Yes, if you don’t mind I do like to sleep in the buff. Now go. Faith: In the buff. Interesting words. I bet you would love to get some of that action. I bet you would love her to ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. A slayer has got muscles you've never even dreamed of. One could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg to hurt you just a little bit more. Spike: Uh, well uh. Hey that sounds familiar. Faith: It should. I said it to you the first time we met. Spike: No Buffy said it to me. Faith: No I said it in her body. And you loved it. Spike: Well yes. Had great visuals. Faith: Well I am not in her body now. Spike: So. Faith quickly straddles him and holds him down with a hand at his neck. Faith: I am no a goody goody like her. I see something I want I take it. Spike: And am I suppose to be afraid. She pulls out a stake. Faith: Afraid now? Spike: No. But you have no intentions of using that on me and you know it. That is not the kind of staking you are after. Faith: Yes it is. I slay vampires. You are a vampire. Its that easy. Spike: Okay, slay. But if you do, you will never find out what it feels like to be staked (slips his hand between her legs) by a vampire. He grabs her head and pulls her down to his mouth and kisses her. He lets go. Spike: You better get undressed if you want it. Faith: Dream on. He uses the hand between her legs to flip her onto her back and pins her down. His mouth forces down on hers. He lifts up. Spike: How long has it been? Faith: Just over two years. Spike: Thought so. He resumes the kiss while they work together to remove her clothing. Hours later. Faith and Spike lie across his bed. She goes to get up. Spike grabs her. Spike: Where do you think you are going? Faith: I am not into the post scene. I am out of here. Spike: No you’re not. We are no where near done. Faith jerks her arms free. Faith: I am. I am not into replays. She grabs her clothes and leaves. Spike: We will see about that .
Across town. Angel wakes up and looks at his sleeping wife. He smiles. He even smirks. He relaxes and tries to project into her dream. He enters a grave yard where he sees her sitting atop a tomb stone. She is wearing the one of the shortest dresses he has ever seen. No actually he has seen them that short but not in years. Not since her first year in Sunnydale. Memories flood him as he watches her. She appears to be waiting for someone. Probably a vampire to rise. Then DA walks up. DA: Hello DB: You scared me. DA: Sorry. Didn’t mean to. DB: No I should have been more aware. Should not allow a vampire to sneak up on me. Even a good vampire. DA: True. So are you waiting on any particular vampire. DB: Actually yes I am. DA looks at the tomb stone. DA: He has been here over a year, no chance he is rising tonight. He looks around. DA: None of these are fresh. DB: I know but the vampire I am waiting for rose a long time ago. DA: Oh…..oh. And what will you do with him or her when you see them. DB: Force him into submission. DA: Force? DB: If need be. She jumps off the stone and lands in front of him. DB: Will force be needed? She reaches up and pulls his mouth to hers. They kiss. She pulls back slightly. DB: Make love to me. DA jerks back. DA: What? No way. DB: But I want you to. DA: No. Now stop talking like that. DB: Why not? DA: I am not even going to discuss this with you. He takes off. DB: We will. And soon Angel watches and is intrigued. The scene changes. He sees DA walking down the dark hall to his apartment. He pauses as he sees his door slightly ajar. He slowly pushes it open and sees Buffy sitting in his chair with her legs hanging over the arm. DB: About time you came home. DA: What are you doing here? He looks at the door knob. DA: You broke my door. DB: You can fix it. DA: Can I ask why you are here? DB: Because you left before we were finished. DA: Oh we were finished all right. DB: Not quite. She stands up and walks over and leads him back to the chair. She pushes him into it. And quickly plops into his lap. DA: You can forget it. DB: Forget what? She kisses him ardently. Her fingers entangle in his hair. The kiss deepens and he slips his arms around her. As the kiss continues she reaches for his hand and brings it to her lips then returns to kissing him. He is unable to resist as she guides his hand to her leg and under her brief skirt. DA suddenly pulls his hand away. DA: You are not wearing undies. DB: I know. Angel smiles as DB resumes the kiss. DA resist as long as possible before returning the kiss. His hand hangs down by the chair until he suddenly slip it back under her skirt. DB skirms in pleasure. She slowly parts her legs. Angel can see everything. He watches as DA plunges his fingers deep into her and back out. Angel pulls back out and opens his eyes and looks at Buffy. He smiles and pushes her hair from her face. Her eyes open. Buffy: You know what I want. Angel: Just wanted to be sure you were awake first. Buffy: I am. He lowers the covers and slips his hand into the waist of her pajamas. She wiggles and guides his mouth to hers. Later as they lie there in each other’s arms. Angel: How come the time travel. Buffy: Not sure. I guess I was looking for a time when you would resist being seduced. Angel: So where was it heading? Buffy: The bed. But I like your ending better. Angel: I bet you do. He kisses her nose. Angel: Lets get back to sleep.
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