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Humanity	By : QueenB Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 4278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy tossed uneasily on the mattress. Images, strange yet hauntingly familiar, swam behind her eyelids.
Buffy faced Angel squarely. “So how does the mature plan go? You call me, I call you, what?”
“We stay in touch. Just not…..”
“Literally. Funny.” Angel stood in front of her, visibly restraining himself from touching her. Buffy blurted, “Okay, I’d better...”
“Right. Remove the temptation.”
“So….we’ll talk soon?” Her hand dropped lightly onto his. He lifted his hand, clutching her small fingers within his. Then he swept her up in his arms and they were kissing frantically, as if they wanted to steal the breath from each other’s lungs. He banged her up against the refrigerator as her powerful legs wound around his waist. They fell together onto the table as he swept the tea things to the floor. Pinning her to the tabletop, he tried pulling off her sweater without breaking the kiss. Buffy yanked it off eagerly, throwing it away over her head. Her bra went the same way. He wasn’t nearly so patient with his own clothes, ripping off his shirt so that the buttons flew in every direction. Suddenly they were chest to chest, skin to skin, and they stilled, looking into each other’s eyes. He knew what she was feeling at that exact same moment.
She could feel his heart. It was beating madly against hers and she wound her arms tightly across his back, rearing up against him, as if she wanted to merge her heartbeat with his.
It wasn’t like the first time. Then he’d been conscious of her inexperience, the wonder of being in her embrace at all causing him to hold back and treat her body like spun glass. Now he couldn’t wait to be inside her, the frustration and loneliness they’d both felt apart from each other making them want to get as close as possible. He ducked his head and laved her nipples with his tongue, teasing them with his blunt teeth. She arched her back and laughed while still trying to tug off his pants. She reached down and undid the zipper and he gasped as she wound her fingers around his swollen member.
“Geez, Buffy,” he panted.
She raised her head and stared. “What is it?”
“Well, I’m only human now, and you’re a lot stronger than me. Just….take it easy, okay?”
She gave him a mischievous grin. “Not on your life, lover.” She stroked him a few times, enjoying the way he moaned and stiffened on top of her.
He gave a mock growl, a soft echo of what his vampiric self would have been capable of. “Okay, you asked for it.”
He kicked off his shoes, shimmied out of his trousers and kicked them out from under his feet. He began tugging ineffectually at her pants. “God, these things are so tight. How do you fight in them?” he groused. She laughed again, the bubbling giggle he’d grown to love, and unzipped them slowly, teasing him with more revealing sights of her flesh. Unable to wait, he pulled them ruthlessly down over her hips. They moved together into each other, without awkwardness or shame, careless of who might come down and see them.
The hard pounding of their lovemaking was too much for the little table. Unable to bear so much weight, it abruptly collapsed, spilling them both to the floor. Angel landed on top of Buffy, wringing an ‘ooof’ out of her as his larger weight crushed her onto the floor. He halted, appalled that he might have hurt her, but she locked her legs around his waist again and continued surging up into him. That inescapable rhythm had been enough to make him continue regardless of his misgivings and when she squeezed her muscles around his cock, he came deep inside her, gasping out her name. Buffy’s climax followed his only moments later, and she buried her head in his shoulder, calling his name.
Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she bolted up in bed, gasping and trembling. What the hell was that? That had never happened!
She remembered that day like it was yesterday. She’d gone to Los Angeles to see her father and had made the mistake of dropping in unannounced at Angel’s old office. She’d been furious with him when she’d found out he’d come to Sunnydale and spied on her without her knowledge.
She had known he was there, of course. They could always sense the other’s proximity even when ignorant of each other’s presence. But in the heat of battle she’d dismissed the odd feeling lurking just outside her consciousness. To know that he’d been there and avoided her had raised a cold irrational rage inside her.
Now she wanted to dismiss the throbbing between her legs as being from a particularly vivid wet dream. But this didn’t feel like a fantasy. It felt disturbingly real, as if Angel had actually been human, at least for a little while.
But if Angel had been human, how come she didn’t remember it until now? Why did she have a memory of only having been there for five minutes and a dream of being in his arms for hours? Had the Three somehow returned and making her share Angel’s dreams again? But how could she have memories about something that had never occurred for either of them?
She got out of the bed and left the mansion, carefully closing the door behind her. She was going to call him again and talk to him about the Mohra.
No! She paused, trying to consider her options. He might lie to her over the phone. She briefly considered going to L.A. again. But she’d only just come from there and she didn’t want to leave Dawn again unless she absolutely had to.
She could always consult the scrying mirror and see what Angel was up to. She’d been reluctant to use it to spy on him, afraid it might grow into a habit she could easily abuse. Still….there was more to this dream than just an idle fantasy.
She’d talk to Willow about this first. She wanted to consult someone magical about this decision before she made a move. Her mind made up, Buffy started to walk, then run, for home.
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Buffy opened the door, looking around cautiously. The avoidance spell should keep Spike at a distance but she felt it best to make certain. Something told her the follically challenged vampire wouldn’t take kindly to the idea of her seeing Angel again.
“Hey, Buffy, what’s up? You have a good patrol?” Dawn was standing on the stairs holding a donut.
Buffy smiled slightly. “Yeah, it was….okay. Quiet night. No major demon baddies afoot. Where’s Willow?”
Dawn smirked. “She and Tara are doing a ‘spell’ upstairs. They’ve got the ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign on the door.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, I’ll turn in.” Buffy started walking past Dawn and then hesitated. She drew a deep breath and blurted out, “Dawn, how would you feel about going to Los Angeles for the weekend? It’s Martin Luther King Day on Monday, so we can make it a long weekend.”
Dawn’s eyes widened. “That’d be great!” Then she reconsidered, all at once suspicious. “Wait a minute. Why?”
“I want to see Angel about something important. And I think it’s about time he met you.”
Dawn blinked. “But he’s already…” She stopped as the realization hit her. “Oh. He doesn’t know me, does he?”
Buffy shook her head. “When I visited him and talked about you, he--he drew a complete blank. I guess the monks who created you and stuck us with all those memories only filled in the blanks for folks who were still in Sunnydale.”
Dawn thought a moment. “Can I go shopping in the malls?”
Buffy grinned, glad that she was so easily swayed. “Sure. We both can go. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a shopping binge.”
“So, can I have an allowance? That way I can pick my own stuff.”
“Forget it, Dawn.”
“Buffy, come on! It’s not fair. I need my own money!”
“GOODNIGHT, DAWN.”
Buffy shut the door on Dawn while the teenager was still protesting. She wedged the chair under the door again. Dawn rattled the knob and thumped the door in frustration. Buffy listened while her sister grumbled and complained all the way back to her room.
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Buffy drew the scrying mirror out of her drawer and took another breath. [I don’t want to watch him sleeping. I just want to know what kind of situation I’ll be bringing Dawn into.] Satisfied with this rationalization, she peered into the mirror and thought of Angel. The mirror fogged over and quickly cleared.
There he was. Even after all this time, her breath still caught at the sight of him. He, Gunn and Wesley were engaged in battle with some demon she’d never seen before. She found herself surprised at how well he moved with the others. They really were a team. Just like we used to be.
She found herself admiring Wesley’s moves, too. He’d certainly changed a lot from the ineffectual whiner she’d known and dismissed when he was in Sunnydale.
The fight was quickly over and Angel pulled out a cellphone from an inside pocket. “Fred, hi. Yeah, we’re just about finished here. We’re all fine. I just wanted to know how Connor was.”
Buffy frowned in puzzlement. Who was Connor?
Angel listened for a moment, his brows pulled together. “Really? Is that normal?” The voice at the other end talked on for quite a while. Angel appeared reluctantly satisfied with the answer he got. “Okay. How about Cordelia? She’s resting? That’s good. Make sure she stays down. We’ll be home soon. See you.” He clicked the phone shut.
Wesley walked back with him to car while Gunn dragged the demon’s body someplace less revealing. “How was Connor?”
Angel spread his hands. “She said he seemed fidgety. He wouldn’t sleep for a while.”
“Relax, Angel, he may just be colicky.”
Gunn sauntered up and jumped into the passenger seat. “Do babies still get colicky these days? I thought there was some more up-to-date term for it like SIDs or something.”
Baby? BABY? What the hell? Buffy bent over the mirror and followed their journey back to the hotel. Angel strode in, asked about Connor and went up his room. She watched in mounting disbelief as he leaned over a crib, tenderly kissing the forehead of a tiny baby lying in it.
She sat down on her bed with a thump. She could scarcely believe it. There was a baby, an actual baby there. She was certain there hadn’t been one when she’d last visited. She’d only been there a couple of weeks but she was sure she would have noticed. And whose baby was it and why was the cradle in Angel’s room?
She chucked the mirror back into the drawer and began hurriedly packing for Los Angeles. As soon as she finished with that, she was going to call Angel and tell him about her plans.
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Spike slouched back into his crypt mentally if not physically exhausted. Except for a couple of M’Fashnik demons, there’d been little or no activity on the Hellmouth. Maybe he could hunt up some of his poker buddies. They were always good for some amusement and news of any evil activities. He didn’t need the cash, not with the $10,000 the ex-vampire had left him, but it was always good to keep his hand in. He didn’t want his cheating skills to get rusty.
His eyes wandered unwillingly to the hole leading to the lower level. The vial of demon blood almost seemed to be calling out to him. It was at moments like this, when he was at his loneliest, that the pull of humanity seemed almost too much to bear.
He missed the nights when Drusilla would hunt with him, when they would prowl the streets of whatever city they happened to be in, looking for human prey together. He even thought fondly of the times when he’d had with that Irish pillock Angelus and his slut of a sire Darla.
“I want us to be a family again, my William.”
How well he recalled the sibilant voice when Drusilla had come back to him that last time. She’d attempted to bring Angel back into the fold; by the still-healing burns on her face and neck, he’d gathered it hadn’t been a raging success. But she’d hoped that with him at her side she could convince Angel otherwise.
Well, that had turned out to be one of her worse ideas--and not his brightest move. He’d tried to use his dark princess to coerce a confession of love out of Buffy. Much good that had done. He’d ended up losing his current girlfriend, his ex and his would-be flame all in the same night. Way to go, Spike.
He looked at the ladder and jerked his head away again. Stop thinking about it! No, it wouldn’t do any good to become human. He’d become a target for his enemies. They’d love to get a chance to kill him if he became a pitifully weak mortal. It would be the perfect opportunity for them.
Then why don’t you get rid of the bottle? Just pour it out on the ground where you can’t use it--you’re thinking about it, Spike, admit it. Being human with Buffy, sharing time with her, being a real part of her life instead of skulking about on the fringes, seeing her in the daylight where she can’t avoid you.
His mind was chasing the question around in his head in circles, weighing the pros and cons endlessly. And where was Buffy? She was the only reason he’d even consider becoming mortal again. He was beginning to wonder if she was even worth it.
He heard a small knock and looked up to see Dawn poking her head inside the door. “Spike? Are you in there?”
“Right here. What are you doing out so late?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “It’s not that late, you know. It’s only, like, 11:45.”
He scowled and walked over to her. “That’s way too late for you, Little Bit. You know as well as I do how dangerous ole Sunnyhell can be at night.”
Dawn plopped down into one of his chairs and then shifted as the lumpy surface poked at her. “You sound as bad as Buffy.”
He pulled out some beer from the fridge and flipped off the top. “Well, she’s right, you know. What if you’d gotten attacked by some beastie on the way over here? Haven’t you learned anything?”
She pulled out a couple of sharpened pieces of wood from inside her jacket. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. I brought some stakes with me.”
“Oh, I get it. You stake one vampire and you get all cocky. Stakes don’t work against everything. You make one mistake and that’s it, you’re a goner.”
“Look, Spike, if you had a phone or something, I’d call instead of sneaking…..”
“You snuck out! I knew it! Right, that’s it, then. You and I are going back home.” Spike hurriedly tugged on his coat. Buffy was bound to be back by now. He could use the excuse about returning Dawn as an excuse to see her, talk to her.
Dawn jumped up. “I just thought you’d like to know we’re going to be gone this weekend. Buffy’s taking me to L.A. to see Angel.”
Spike halted, feelings of hurt and anger surfacing in him. “What the hell is she going to see Peaches for?”
Dawn settled down again, secretly pleased that she’d managed to rattle him. “She thought it was time he found out about me. He doesn’t have the fake memories of me growing up in Sunnydale that the monks gave everybody here. Plus she’s probably still in love with him.”
Spike threw up his hands in frustration. “Christ! I don’t get it. What the hell does she see in that Irish haggis she doesn’t see in me?”
Dawn shrugged. “I don’t know. It can’t just be a soul. I mean, all humans have souls and lots of them are complete buttholes. Maybe it’s because he was nice to her and her friends.”
Spike snorted. “Rot. Angel barely paid attention to the Scoobies. He only had eyes for Buffy the whole time he was in Sunnydale.”
“Sort of like you, huh?” Dawn shot back. She smirked when he glowered at her. “You know I’m right. You don’t care about the others. That’s why you’re always calling them names. And every time you’re with me, it’s always ‘Where’s Buffy?’ ‘What’s Buffy doing? ‘Is she avoiding me?’ You only hang around because of Buffy.”
“If that’s true, how come I stayed in this hellhole the whole time your sister was dead, eh? Answer that.”
“You stayed so you could keep whomping on demons. And because you promised Buffy you’d take care of me. Otherwise, you would have split like Angel did.”
Spike pounced on that admission. “You see! That proves I’m the better man. I stayed with Buffy when the pillock just ran out on her. If he loved her as much as he said, why’d he leave?”
“I don’t know. He told Buffy something about having to move on, blah blah blah. I don’t really get it and I don’t think she does either. All I know is she cried for nights after he left when she thought nobody could hear her, and when he called her just after she came back, she tore out of here as fast as she could. I don’t know if you love her more than he does. I just think she still loves him--even if she doesn’t talk about it.”
Spike hesitated and then walked towards the crypt door. “Come on,” he said gruffly. “Let’s get you home.”
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At the Hyperion, news of Buffy’s impending arrival was a source of much heated discussion. “Talk about your weird coincidences. We’re talking about her one day and the next thing you know, she’s asking to come visit. I swear it’s like she’s got some secret kind of radar,” Cordelia babbled. Then she frowned. “Why’s she coming back so soon, anyway? We just got rid of her.”
“That’s not very nice, Cordelia. Maybe she just misses Angel,” Fred timidly rejoined.
“Well, of course she misses Angel. I just don’t see why she has to stay here. There are plenty of other hotels in Los Angeles she could stay in. There’s no need for her to come marching in here. I mean, hello, we are trying to run a business.”
“Yes, Cordelia, I’m sure Buffy would get in the way of the hordes of customers we have running through here on a daily basis,” Wesley dryly commented. He glanced over at Angel who’d been staring sightlessly out of the window for several minutes. “Angel, did she give any indication of why she wanted to see you again so soon after her recent visit?”
The brooding vampire shifted impatiently. “For the last time, Wes, no. All she said was that it was important. That and she wanted me to meet her little sister.”
Cordelia contemplated that fact for a moment. “Yeah, now that’s really weird. Of course, this is Sunnydale we’re talking about, a town that makes Roswell look like Pasadena. Still, it’s just bizarre to think that Buffy has a little sister who doesn’t really exist except as fiction created by some whacked-out monks.”
Wesley pursed his lips, his Watcher’s curiosity undeniably aroused. “Quite. It’s enough to make you question the very nature of human existence.”
“No, I was just wondering if she shares Buffy’s questionable dress taste or whether these monks managed to give her an actual sense of style.”
Gunn and Wes exchanged significant looks. “That’s our Cordy. Always thinking over the deep questions in the universe.”
“Obviously, Gunn. Her stint at Angel Investigations has definitely broadened her outlook on life.”
“So, Angel, where are you going to put Buffy up? Ah mean, what room’s she gonna be in? You’ll probably want her next to you, Ah suppose,” Fred hinted.
She was unprepared for the vehement ‘NO!’ that came from everybody. Angel hastened to explain. “Look, Fred, I--that is, we--think it’s best if Buffy stayed as far from me as possible.”
“How about Peoria?” Cordelia muttered.
Fred frowned and then her brow cleared in apparent understanding. “Oh, Ah get it. You don’t want her to see Connor just yet. But, Angel, you can’t hide him from her forever. The first time he cries…”
“That’s not exactly the problem, Fred,” Wesley interrupted. “Angel’s curse means that if he ever experiences one moment of happiness, he’ll lose his soul.”
“That’s right, and that’ll mean we’re stuck with Angelus again. Only this time we’d probably have to stake him to keep him from eating the baby,” Cordelia finished brightly.
Gunn nodded. “I get the feeling that would kinda put a crimp in Buffy’s whole weekend.”
Fred wore a look of puzzlement. “Ah don’t understand. You think just seeing Buffy would make Angel that happy?” Then the light dawned. “Ooooooooh, Ah get it. You don’t want her getting too close.”
Angel stalked off as if the subject was embarrassing him. “That’s right, Fred. I’m just trying to…remove the temptation.”
“My thoughts exactly! So why don’t we just tell Buffy to stay at one of Los Angeles’s many fine two-star hotels just within driving distance.” Noting everybody’s disapproving stares, Cordelia threw up her hands. “Okay, fine. But if she gets groiny with Mr. Tall, Dark and Cursed here, and he decides to use our jugulars as straws, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“We won’t,” they chorused.
Lorne came down the stairs, dusting off his hands. “Angel, I’ve picked out a couple of lovely rooms for the two young ladies. They needed a little airing out and new bed sheets but other than that they’re fine. They’ve got plenty of eastern exposure--so you won’t be tempted to make any early morning calls.”
Angel visibly reined in his annoyance. “Guys, I appreciate your concern. I promise I’ll be careful around Buffy. But this isn’t a social call. If Buffy says she has something important she wants to discuss, chances are that’s exactly it. There’s isn’t going to be any…fraternizing.”
“If all she wanted to do was talk, there’s always e-mail,” Cordelia grumbled.
Fred tilted her head. “Ah’m just wondering what that sister of hers is like.”

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