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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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Chapter List
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Buffy hurried back to the Hyperion. She knew Spike was hiding a broken heart under his indifferent pose and she was genuinely sorry she had to hurt him. But love was love. She didn’t love him; she loved Angel.
And Angel was waiting for her.
His expression had become unreadable when she’d told him she wanted to pay one last visit to Spike. He remembered what little she’d told him of her unfortunate one-night stand. He had never chastised her for it but she knew he had been wounded by the news. Still she felt she owed Spike a “thank you” at least.
But that was over and done with and she sincerely doubted she’d be seeing Spike any time soon, either in L.A. or in Sunnydale. She couldn’t help but be grateful for that. Buffy was going to be starting a new life with Angel and Spike was an unneeded complication.
She came back into the Hyperion lobby to see the others still chattering excitedly. “God, I don’t believe it! He goes out a vampire and comes back with a heartbeat! No wonder the Powers sent Angel to help that Spike,” Fred burbled while juggling Connor.
“Where is Spike?” Dawn asked. She knew her sister had gone to see him, a task Buffy insisted on performing alone.
“Spike--well, he was still alive when I left him, if that’s what you’re asking. He was getting ready to move out of his hotel. I don’t know where he’ll be going after that. But if he wants to get in touch with us, he’s got our number.”
“I think it was really big of him to give up that Mohra blood for Angel considering how much he hates him. It’s a good thing you decided to rescue him otherwise Angel would be still a vampire who couldn’t have sex,” Dawn finished in a smug tone.
Cordelia coughed and an odd expression flew onto her face. Before she could say anything revealing, the ex-Watcher spoke up. “I must confess I didn’t understand why the Powers would intervene for the sake of Spike. But if it was to make Angel human, then it makes perfect sense,” Wesley replied, his analytical detachment as a former Watcher doing nothing to disguise the excitement in his voice.
“Ahem,” Buffy murmured and grinned when the others looked back at her. “So where is the man of the hour?”
“He’s upstairs. He bounded in here with demon snot on his clothes so I guess he’s taking a hot shower. Speaking of which, you guys need to get cleaned up, too. You’re both kinda ripe.” Cordelia wrinkled her nose and stared pointedly at Gunn and Wesley.
Buffy got a mischievous expression. She had changed to some cleaner clothes to go visit Spike but hadn’t taken time to wash. If Angel was still in the shower, maybe he wouldn’t mind a little company… She glanced at Cordelia. “Cordelia, would you mind keeping Connor with you tonight?”
The former cheerleader raised her eyebrows. “Not a bit. I hardly ever get to be with the little nipper. But you should know Angel likes keeping Connor close. When Connor was born, he wouldn’t let anybody else touch him. Why do you want me to keep him anyway?” When Buffy gave her a pointed stare, her eyes flew open in understanding. “Oh, you want to get groiny with tall, dark and broody. Go ahead, knock yourself out.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at Dawn’s gagging response and practically flew up the staircase.
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He should have showered a while ago. But he had stood in front of the mirror for several minutes in unabashed wonder at his reflection even though the mucus from the Fyarl demons was in danger of hardening on his clothes. Well, he could always get the leather coat dry-cleaned but the shirt was a definite loss. Sighing, and then grinning because he actually needed the air, Angel shrugged off his shirt and then the pants.
Turning his back to the mirror, he craned his neck over his shoulder to see his tattoo. He’d gotten it done as a gift to Darla after he’d been turned. Because of his rapid vampiric healing, the tattoo had required a combination of special magical inks to keep the skin from repairing itself too quickly; it had taken most of an entire night to get it completed. But he had never seen it for himself and he was perversely curious to know what it looked like.
Hmm, nice. A stylized “A” with a gryphon artfully entwined with it. He flexed his shoulder and watched the creature flutter with the movement of muscle underneath the skin. He grinned and did it again, utterly absorbed in his own self appreciation.
But finally the stink from the mucus became too much. Tossing the ruined shirt in the trash, he padded nude to the bathroom.
It was wonderful, feeling the heat of water on his skin and he reveled in the difference in temperature between it and his own warm flesh. As a vampire, changes in temperature didn’t affect him much; hot or cold meant little to somebody who wasn’t affected by either. But now the heated water stung his skin marvelously. Idly he wondered what a cold shower would be like.
“Nice tattoo.” He whirled around at the amused voice and saw Buffy peering through the glass door of the shower. Without vampire hearing, she had been able to sneak up on him and catch him unaware. He stared when he realized she was as naked as he.
“Buffy! I-I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah. Getting that.” She licked her lips unconsciously and slid the glass open, shutting the door behind her. “I was feeling a little scummy since I didn’t wash before running off to see Spike. Mind if I use your shower?”
“Uh, no. I’ll be out in a moment.”
She sighed in exaggerated patience and stepped under the cascade of water, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I was thinking we could save water and shower together.” She pressed herself close and rubbed her breasts against him so he’d be in no doubt as to her intentions.
Angel’s eyes darkened and he growled softly. He pulled her against his body and bent his head to kiss her. Warm lips met an equal heat and he clung fiercely to her. He tasted the ripe fullness of her lower lip, no longer a contrast to his own but quivering with life.
God, he’d almost forgotten how radiantly lovely she was. During the many lonely nights when the longing for her had been too much for him to bear, he would take out pictures he’d secretly drawn of her and bathe himself in her beauty while touching his aching cock. He would close his eyes and dredge up all his memories of her: her laugh, her golden hair, her unique scent, the whispered phrases and myriad noises she had made during their forgotten day. The memory of the frustrated desire of those nights caused the blood to rush southwards and he held her even tighter.
Buffy moaned against his lips as his broad hands swept slowly down her back. It was odd to feel that he was warm--but she decided that was a good thing as she felt his heart begin to pick up and race against her own. She squeaked when he pinched her bottom and drew back to glare at him.
“Sorry,” he said, not looking nor sounding apologetic in the least. “I’ve just wanted to touch and hold you for so long.”
Her gaze softened and she decided to forgive him. “Okay. But less pinching. More kissing.”
“No arguments here.” He tilted her head up and tasted her mouth again. They traded breaths as she explored the unfamiliar air coursing from his mouth to hers. His heart was beating in quickening throbs against her own and she could feel his cock poking against her belly. She wriggled again deliberately and was rewarded by a muted groan from her lover.
Angel stared at her breasts, the pink nipples crinkled and pointed, dripping from the wet. He began kissing and licking at the plump flesh. She gasped at the feel of heated flesh against her tits and twisted upwards to deepen the sensation. Soon the kisses were turning to tiny nips and she tightened her hold on his shoulders as he leant her slightly backwards. Angel was nuzzling her tits, trying to suck all of the succulent tissue into his mouth.
“Angel,” she breathed as heat began to flicker over her chest and mount to her head. She had thought nothing could surpass the pleasure of his coolness against her warmth but she’d been wrong. Vampire or human, Angel was the only one who could set her on fire.
He sucked harder and finally drew the nipple between his lips. He swirled his tongue around the aureole and teased the nubs with fleeting touches until she whimpered from the ache. She wound her fingers into his hair and that freed his hands to brush down her sides and grab her hips. He began rocking her back and forth, teasing them both by prolonging the game.
She had to brace her legs to keep from falling when he began running his fingers over her ass again, alternately caressing and pinching the rounded globes. This time she didn’t mind the tweaks from his fingers. It was kinda…kinky and hinted at a naughtiness that she would never have expected of Mr. Broody Pants.
Their bodies were swaying together with the rising passion and she was in danger of toppling to the floor and taking him with her. With an effort, she forced them both upright. “Okay. I’m thinking dancing around like this on a slippery bathtub floor not the smartest of moves.”
“Well, maybe we should stick to getting clean, then,” he replied with mock seriousness. When she pouted, he reached behind her to get the soap. She moved to grab it from him and he stopped her. At her inquiring look, he lifted the bar with a grin. “No. Let me.”
Ever so gently, he began rubbing the Ivory over her shoulders and scrubbed a soapy trail down her arms. He let the water sluice off the suds and then soaked each slim digit into his mouth. Angel looked up to catch her rapt gaze as he ran his tongue across her palm. She was breathing hard, her breasts trembling and causing the water bathing them to cascade in uneven streams down her pointed nips.
He soaped the petite breasts, watching her eyelids droop at the sensuous feel of his thumbs working the lather over the sensitive tips. She was unable to look away as his dark eyes opened into bottomless pools, drinking her in as if she were the loveliest, dearest thing on earth. She didn’t know what to do when he looked at her like that. But she couldn’t look away as his hands dipped lower, caressing and sudsing her belly and thighs.
He drew her under the spray and watched as the water sluiced the suds down the drain. Unable to resist, he held up one soft mound and mouthed it again. Angel relished her moans as he lapped at the water running over her skin. She already tasted clean--of air, water and her own scent. She gripped his shoulder blades and let her head fall back. Her eyes closed, she lost herself in the sensation of the water falling around them and his hands sweeping over her body.
She was reveling in the attention as those large newly warm hands soaped her lovingly over her back. The sudsy hands caressed her bottom but there was no pinching this time. Instead he pushed his finger deep into the crevice and pressed against her anus. She squeaked at the pressure in such an unaccustomed place. But when he stopped she wiggled her bottom against his hand. “Again,” she whispered.
He circled the rosebud teasingly. He was sure she’d never been taken there and he longed to try it. She’d be so tight; he just knew it. But he had been longing to bury himself in her sweet pussy for too long. The little extras could wait. He played at pushing his finger there for a moment longer before abandoning it.
Buffy panted as his lips left her breasts and licked in a straight line down her belly. He drew back to soap her up again and leisurely brushed his hands down her long tanned thighs. His fingernails grazed the back of her knees and they jerked forward. A breathless laugh greeted this action and he smirked. He remembered how ticklish she was there and he did it again. This time the laugh was a squeal and her knees wobbled, her feet splashing on the tub floor.
He lifted her feet one after the other, carefully soaping between the toes and she could have screamed with frustration. He was exciting her with his hands alone whenever he drew the white bar over her skin but he was drawing things out way too long. She decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally.
When he stood up before her again, she scooped up some suds in her hands and began rubbing it over his chest. There was plenty, enough to create extra white clouds that she spread over his shoulders and down his back. Buffy pressed deliberately against his chest so she could reach around his massive frame. The flesh was twitching under her agile touch and she scratched her nails over his spine. His approving hiss and hard grip on her waist let her know she was doing something right.
Buffy licked down his chest, paying attention to his steady murmurs as she sucked hard at his dark nipples. “Yes, darlin’. Yes, harder, I want it…oooh baby. God!” He groaned when she bit at the tiny acorns but he clasped her head to his chest to show just how much he liked it. The hard ridges of his stomach fluttered under her tongue while she continued her downward descent. The flavored scent of earth and musk met her nose as she pressed it into his navel.
“Buffy.” He gazed at her bent head as her tongue snaked out to lick at the covered knob standing upright from the midst of his dripping wet pubic hairs. She gazed in unabashed wonder at the wrinkled skin covering the tip. She’d never been with an uncircumcised man before or since Angel; maybe it hadn’t been the custom when he’d been born.
He was big, too. So her memory hadn’t been exaggerating. Still, she thought she could handle it. Heck, she was handling it right now. Grinning at the saucy thought, she licked the wrinkles on the foreskin. He groaned at the grasp of her dainty hand locked around his shaft as she used her tongue to push down the skin to where the head had hidden beneath. The light licks turned to ardent laps at the crown. Wow, he tastes so nice. And he likes it when swirl my tongue around. Gotta remember that.
Buffy listened to the sounds of pleasure and felt a burst of feminine pride. She was doing this to him, driving him crazy, and he was hungry for what she could give him. She jabbed her tongue into the little hole and glanced up at him. Staring into his darkened eyes, she licked her lips and purred, “Mmmmm. Just like unwrapping a bit of candy.”
Ignoring his snort at the comparison, she returned to her task. She ran her tongue all around the large corona and traced a leisurely path down the thick ridge running down the middle. She wound her fingers in the almost-black hairs and began plucking them in counterpoint to her licks up and down his shaft.
His hips were rocking forward just a little as she teased him. She withdrew to watch those broad thighs arch to follow her lips and she giggled. He growled at her and Buffy decided to give him a break. She rolled her finger around the wrinkled balls. Those have got to be the only wrinkles on a body that people actually like.
“God, Buffy. Please, you’ve got to--” Without waiting for him to finish, she closed her lips around the head and began sucking it into her mouth. She choked for a moment and then remembered to breathe through her nose. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on relaxing her jaw and savored the heat and friction of the dick filling her mouth.
He was unable to stop jerking forward even as he tried holding back. Angel could tell she was having difficulties with his size and he didn’t want Buffy to continue if this was going to hurt her. But he caught her eye as she tilted her head up to see him. She winked, putting his mind at ease, and then pulled his cock away from his body and slowly sucked until her nose was buried deep in his crisp hairs.
He rolled onto the balls of his feet, trying to keep himself within the hot chamber of her throat. It had been so long since anyone had sucked him off, vampire or human; he wanted to hold onto this moment as long as possible. He groaned at a particularly prolonged suck and panted hard, winding his fingers in her hair. “Yeah, Buffy. Ooh, you’re doing everything right.” Her warmth, the wet, the pleasure of being inside her, even if it wasn’t exactly how he wanted her now--it was rapidly pushing him towards the edge.
Her throat flexed around his cock and Buffy tugged on his hips as she bobbed her head back and forth. She let the quivering shaft almost fall from her lips and then swiftly slurped him down again. The pounding water was adding to the slickness, making this all the easier. She tried to remember what Riley liked about being pleasured in this manner. What was it he told her once? Oh yeah…she smiled around Angel’s shaft and hummed, the buzz vibrating along the meaty shaft.
“FUCK!” Angel had never sworn in Buffy’s presence before but the expletive left him before he could stop himself. Heedless of her small size, he pumped himself fast between her lips and shot his load into her waiting mouth.
The diminutive woman kneeling in the tub spluttered for a moment and then gulped hard. She drew back slightly so she could sample the thick goodness across her tongue. God, this was a scrumptious taste, like rich cream. She swallowed him down again and the flexing muscles around his shaft brought another climax shuddering out of him.
He swayed and then rested his hands against the tile. He wasn’t certain he’d be able to stand upright without their support. Buffy rose up between his outstretched arms, licking her lips like a cat. She draped her arms over his shoulders and swirled her nipples around his chest. “Mmmm. Was it good for you, lover?”
He shook off the water running into his eyes and stared into her smugly smiling face. She was entirely too pleased with herself but he had to admit that it had been beyond fantastic. He didn’t trust himself to speak so he settled for kissing her instead.
Angel teased her lips with subtle pushes of his tongue. She opened to him as he chased the flavor of his own cum across every inch of her mouth. Their bodies swayed under the water as they remained locked in passionate embrace. She could feel his breath tickling her face in spite of the droplets running over them both. The novelty of his humanity reminded her all over again how much she had longed for this day.
She rubbed against his hardening erection. She was impatient for this shower to end. She wanted him and she wanted him now. But he shoved her away lightly and grinned at her. “Uh uh, sweetheart. It’s my turn.”
He pulled her forward so the spray was hitting her back. In spite of her protests, he lathered up his hands again and ran them down her buttocks and nd tnd to her pubis. He soaped the hairs until they disappeared under a bed of foam and then gently blew so the clouds puffed off into the air. He scrubbed her in determined but light strokes down her golden thighs and over the dimpled knees.
Small fingers fondled his head as she lost herself in the moment. His hands were so tender yet so strong. All at once she wished she had the memories of their forgotten day as he did. Maybe he would tell her about it…later.
She felt his tongue lick at her labia and she let out a startled cry as her eyes flew open. She hadn’t even realized she’d shut them. She directed her eyes to see an odd view of his forehead, eyes and nose, his mouth buried between her legs. Before she could comment on the weirdness of seeing him this way, a pointed tongue shoved its way inside her.
“Aaaahhhh, Annnnggeeeelllll,” she moaned. Her hips bucked forward, following that curling bit of flesh as he lapped along the creased folds. Buffy rose on her toes as if he were lifting her off the floor with his mouth alone. She mewled and her body shook in ever increasing spasms.
He wanted to consume her, to have her pour into him. He had been hungry for her and now she was here, her buttocks cupped in his hands as he lapped at her cunt. He dug his tongue lightly into the creases, exploring every tender fold, as the salty juices poured from her onto his face. The clit was sucked between pulling lips and her entire body convulsed sharply.
But being human had its disadvantages. He was having trouble breathing with the combination of water coursing down her body into his face and her uninhibited grindings. He had to pull away again and again even as she gripped his head to draw him back. Angel had to bring this to an end, one way or the other.
He sped things up; the tongue pressed upwards against the top inner wall, stroking and licking her in an intensity of desire. It flicked repeatedly at her nub until her hips jerked violently with each motion. Her throat worked, all her breath held as if it couldn’t force itself through the closed-off passage.
Buffy’s legs trembled as a hard tight knot clenched itself like a fist in her belly. She knew what that meant, knew it well from all the nights when she’d masturbated to the wonderful thoughts of their one and only time together. Buffy flung her head back, opened her mouth and a low moan rising to a scream squeezed itself from her throat.
“I’m cumming! Oh god! AAAANGELLL!” The orgasm exploded out of her, much more powerful than she had expected. Her knees shook as all the strength ran out of her body. She nearly collapsed until he shot u fro front of her and held her wobbling form.
The water ran cool over both of them and she panted and shivered from the combination of heat and cold racing over her skin. He fumbled with the taps and continued to caress her for some moments afterwards. She blinked and stared up dreamily into his eyes. “Wow.”
“Ditto, leannen.” The Irish lilt coupled with the endearment made her shiver again, only this time in a nice way. They hurriedly toweled each other, the process much delayed by the snatched kisses and caresses. Angel carried Buffy to the bed and she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent.
“This is sweet, Angel, but I can walk, you know.”
“I like carrying you. I’d love to carry you over the threshold someday.” The words slipped out before he thought about it and Buffy drew her head back to stare at him.
“Angel? Did you mean--?” No, of course he didn’t. It was much too soon for them to have any thoughts along those lines. But the absurd hope, deeply cherished and abandoned like so many other childhood dreams, caused her heart to leap into her throat.
He too had had thoughts of marriage, although his one true dream had turned into a nightmare of her burning to death in her bridal gown. But once the question was voiced, he knew this was what he wanted. All the treasures of humanity were open to him now--why not this one? “Ay, lass.”
“Oh, Angel.” Her eyes teared up and he stared at her in alarm. Was he jumping the gun? Or was this simply feminine joy he was witnessing?
“Is that a yes, beloved?”
After kissing him frantically, she gasped, “Of course it’s a yes! It’s just I didn’t expect you to…I mean, you only became human this minute and…don’t you want to wait?”
He shook his head and laid her down on the bed. “I’ve waited for you all my life, lass. Why should I wait any longer when I’ve just gotten everything I’ve ever longed for?”
Buffy blinked and sniffed. This was everything she’d wanted with him but never thought she could have, not since she first understood the terrible burden of being a Slayer. She tugged at his shoulders and brought his head down to hers for a fiery kiss.
Their lips met and she marveled all over again at the miraculous warmth. His lips were alternately hard and possessive, then soft, the tongue washing over her lower lip and tracing it from one end to the other. Her own mouth parted under his skill and she sucked his tongue deep inside. Angel tasted delicious, his kiss no longer tainted with the slight ever-present tang of blood. She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to sort out the different new flavors of his mouth.
Buffy caressed the wide shoulders and across the muscled delta of his back. His taut buttocks jumped under her hands and he yelped when she pinched him. Buffy gave him a wide-eyed look of innocence. “What?”
He chortled and his stomach rippled against hers. The nudging caused his erect cock to prod her belly and she sighed, bending upwards to prolong the contact. His lips ran in one long uninterrupted path over her neck. He found his old scar on the right side of her neck and tormented her with nipping and tugging it between his teeth.
“Angel…Oh God,” breathed Buffy as her head tossed on the pillow. All the old heat flared over her skin. When Angel bit down, although not hard enough to break the surface, she shouted and her hips pumped madly. A grasping ache surfaced between her thighs, one only he could fill, and she pleaded in his ear as she held his head to her throat.
He paused to let her excitement subside and then continued over her. Petite breasts rose towards his lips and he laved the nipples until they glistened in the light. The thought came to him that he might someday see a son or daughter suckling her like this. It was a strange thing to think in the midst of sex but it didn’t cool his passion in the slightest.
Soft gasps and cries greeted his every move. He thrust a firm tongue deep into the navel and was gratified to feel a choked giggle bubble through her lithe body. He continued the purposeful in-and-out motions until the giggles turned to moans. “Don’t…don’t want you there. Please, Angel…”
“Tell me what you want, leannen.” The masculine voice had deepened to a rumble that shivered over her like a caress.
She blushed furiously. She couldn’t say the coarse words. “Make love to me, Angel. Please. Do it now.”
Rearing up, he paused for a moment to gaze at the lovely spectacle she made. Her skin was still flushed a lovely pink from the shower, and her small, firm breasts heaved with every panting breath she took. A delicate fingernail scraped across one of his nipples caused Angel to gasp, a reminder of the necessity of breathing for himself.
He bent to kiss her once more and slid between her thighs as she melded herself to his hardness. He pushed forward and relished the soft shiver that ran through her as his cock breached the opening. She was so wet; he could smell her desire even without his vampiric half. And without it, he could give himself to her without the fear that tainted their every meeting after his stint in hell.
Yes! Oh god. Buffy! He withdrew and pushed farther. Strong slayer thighs wrapped around his hips, the insistent grip drawing him into her. The sheer feel of her around him, so clinging, was nearly enough to make him lose his head. He shut his eyes for a moment, fighting the urge to plunge hard into her depths. He pulled out enough so that only the tip remained inside her and then nudged forward by excruciating inches.
Mutual sighs arose from them. She was tight, just as much as when they’d first enjoyed one another on her 17th birthday. Had it been so long ago? He rested his cheek against hers, determined to bury the memory of that night and its horrific aftermath.
“Oh, please. More, please.” The whisper was little more than hot breath against his ear but the sweet feminine yearning in it was not to be denied. One hand tangled in her blonde hair while the other stroked down her side and cupped one quivering buttock. She drew one leg up and down his as she strove to draw him closer.
Angel’s hands moved onto her body again and she was ardent, fluid, melting as they brushed tender nails over her ribs. He moved within her again, gasping her name with each push. His face was screwed up in a look that mimicked agony but the blood turning it a flushed red told her otherwise. She arched and clutched him around his back. She could feel the slight ridges of his tattoo under her left hand and dug her nails into it. He growled and his next thrust was harder, his cock leaping inside her.
Kisses were lavished on her throat, her shoulders. As his lips nibbled at the scar again, she gave an impassioned whimper. She rocked in the bed, caught between his teeth and the cock filling her. He drew away and she moaned in protest. Then she felt a cool breath waft over the spit-moistened skin as he blew on her and she shivered in reaction.
Angel leaned forward to suck the ridged flesh again into his mouth. For a fleeting moment, he regretted the loss of his demonic side. He remembered what her blood pouring over his tongue would have done for him, how the taste of her rich, sweet plasma would have catapulted him to orgasm.
But this was better in a way. He no longer had vampire stamina but he could draw this out, make it pleasurable for the both of them. Then her vagina clamped down around his cock and he swore. He’d forgotten the legendary slayer strength. Without so much as moving the rest of her body, her inner muscles gripped him in a tight, warm vise.
He withdrew, crying out as the satiny passage pulled at him and then widened to receive him again. “Fuck,” he gasped. Buffy’s arms wound across his back, almost crushing him in her grip, her knees drawn up so her small feet rested on his butt.
“More. Angel, don’t stop,” she whispered. He began to pump. Slowly, gently, he moved his hips and his cock slipped out, then back, harder, faster. She flexed her cunt, knowing just how to grip him on the inside. She watched his eyes fly open, the look of shock turning to fiery enjoyment.
Yay, me. I’m doing that to him. Once again there was that thrill of pride. Then all such thoughts disappeared as his cock moved deeper.
His butt bunched into hard fist-like knots under her heels with each thrust and she moaned, a low almost animal sound that vibrated against his whole body. “Yes,” she babbled. “Dear God…so good…” His head dipped so his lips met her nipples again ero erotic swirls across the hard peaks. A languid pull at one of them and she cried out. “Angel, I love you.”
The words, coming when he least expected them, spurred him like nothing else. Unable to hold back any longer, he began driving himself with all the pent-up longing in his body. Her tiny frame clenched around him in complete sync with his movements. She reached down and around him, catching his balls in her hand, squeezing them in time with his thrusts.
He could feel his body trembling over hers. Damn, he wasn’t going to last as long as he’d thought. The woman he’d been dreaming about, the object of so many fantasies waking and sleeping, was at last in his arms, a longed-for dream come true. The sight of her caught up in passion, the mingled smell of vanilla and female musk, the feel of her tiny body, her heartbeat surging against his own--it was all too much.
He thrust deeply, savagely, losing all semblance of control. He circled her waist with his fingers and held her as he pumped into her, sending her to the edge. She cried and grasped at the muscles of his back rippling under her hands, rejoicing in the heat where she thought she’d never find it, his cock inside her. When he ducked his head and bit her scar with blunted human teeth, her body stilled in one impossible tightness about his. Then she wailed as her orgasm crashed over her.
As her cunt rippled in seemingly endless spasms around his dick, he was caught in ecstasy with her and came seconds later, shooting his spunk deep inside. She shuddered as the warm liquid spurts wound their way into her womb; she could actually feel his cum splashing in the deep regions of her body. He cried out his release and collapsed on top of her.
Moments later, he rolled over, not wishing to crush her with his weight, and drew her body alongside his. “I love you, Buffy, I love you, God, I love you,” he murmured in a never-ending stream between dreamy slow kisses.
“Mmmmm. Love you, too. Angel.” She wriggled idly; his cum was drying on her skin but the sticky residue was still on the sheets and she didn’t want to be lying in it all night. Sensing her imminent discomfort, he pulled away from the wet spot, taking her with him. Suddenly something occurred to him and he stiffened, a look of fright appearing on his handsome face.
“Angel, what is it?” She saw his expression and her eyes darted around the room. Remembering the door, she looked towards it, wondering if her little sister had made one of her trademark entrances without knocking.
“Oh god, Buffy, I forgot. I’m so sorry.”
“Forgot? Forgot what? Angel, what’s wrong?” Oh no, was he changing his mind about being with her already? Memories of her 17th birthday, when she’d woken to find herself alone, tore at her and she cringed inwardly. What was the problem now?
“I’m human now and we didn’t use protection. You could be…I mean, I could have gotten you pregnant.”
At this mundane worry, she sagged in visible relief. “Oh, is that all? I thought some hairy ugly beasty had snuck in here or something.” She swatted his arm hard. “Don’t scare me like that! It’s a terrible mood breaker.”
He blinked in stupefaction. Hadn’t she heard him? “Buffy, did you understand me?”
She shrugged as she pulled the blanket over them. “Yeah, but considering all the monsters I’ve faced, getting pregnant is no big. Besides you said you wanted to marry me, right? Unless you’d rather not.” She raised her eyebrows at him as he hurried to reassure her.
“Of course I want to marry you. I just thought you’d rather wait before having children.”
“Wait for what? Hello, Slayer? Short life expectancy, remember? Not really a long lifespan ahead to take my time about these things. So I get a bun in the oven…we’ll deal.” Looking up at his worried face, she caught one large hand and brought it over her stomach. Rubbing it in slow circles, she purred, “Anyway, wouldn’t you like to have a baby brother or sister for Connor? A child of your own?”
A child of his…? Oh god, that was right. She still didn’t know Connor’s true origins. He would have to tell her the truth about that. He closed his eyes and braced himself inwardly. “Buffy, there’s something you should know…about Connor.”
“What? What about him?” Angel was looking both guilty and a little frightened. This was not going to be good.
“Buffy…Connor’s mine. He’s my son.”
She blinked and her mouth dropped open. The expression would have been comical if the situation weren’t so grim. “Connor’s…what? No, he can’t be. You were a vamp, you can’t. But Darla was human when she conceived. How could you…?”
“No, Buffy, she wasn’t. I-I lied because I was afraid of how angry you’d be. I was in a bad place last year. I fired the others because I was being driven out of my mind by the good people at Wolfram & Hart.”
“Yeah, I know that part of the story. How does Darla not being human and having a kid come into it?”
“After Darla became a vampire again, I lost it. I blamed myself for not being able to save her and drove the others away. Darla came to me after that and we had…” His voice trailed away as Buffy froze in shock.
“You had sex. With Darla. You and she…” Her throat worked and she scrambled away from him, dragging the blankets away in her confusion and hurt. “How could you do that? Were you crazy?”
“Getting there, yeah.” He replied calmly. The words were out; now he just had to brace himself for whatever Buffy was going to do. Belatedly he recalled that as the slayer she was much stronger than he was now. He wondered if she’d break bones or settle for bruises.
“So you were trying to lose your soul? And with Darla?” Just then something registered and her eyes narrowed. “Did Angelus come back?”
“No, no, he didn’t. Darla gave it the old college try--and she was a whore who used to do it for a living. She knew things most mortal women--” A fulminating look in Buffy’s eye warned him not to get into detail about his Sire’s sexual prowess. “Anyway, no. Angelus didn’t come back. That took perfect happiness and sex by itself doesn’t make me happy.”
“Oh.” She thought about that for a second. Then, when she realized what he meant, a scarlet blush flew up her neck and over her face. “Oh!”
He drew her back into the welcoming circle of her arms and pressed a kiss deeply upon her trembling lips. “That’s right, leannen. I could only lose it with you. Just as I lost my heart to you.”
She returned his kiss with equal fervor. Then she drew back to punch him lightly. “Well, I’m not sure I forgive you for lying to me. But I can’t hold it against you, not when I’ve seen the result. Connor’s a wonderful, adorable little baby.”
“Takes after his daddy.”
She stuck her tongue out at him for this smug assertion. “Maybe I can make one just as nice. It might take more than one try, though.” She smirked and waggled her eyebrows at him.
“Well, Ms. Summers, I hope I’m up to the challenge. I’m only human, you know.” The tinkling laughter swiftly passed into moans as he began planting kisses all over her enchanting body.
“Human. I can live with that,” she sighed.

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