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Reprise Revised	By : Maren Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 4248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Email: marenfic@yahoo.com

Spoiler Warning: Angel Season 5

Disclaimer: I don�t own any of these characters, or any song lyrics.

Pairing: B/A

Feedback: This is my first fic, so I�d appreciate feedback.

Notes: The lyrics are from Garbage #1 Crush

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Buffy�s mind was racing and her body felt like running along
with it. I can just forget about taking
that nap, she thought to herself and sighed.
She rolled off of the hotel bed, and changed her clothes into the less
fashionable, patrol-friendly variety.
She needed to go out and work off some of this energy, and to give herself a break from the thoughts of two vampires with souls
that hadn�t left her head in days. She
was happy that Spike was alive, or at least undead as he hadn�t in fact been
human as her dream had suggested. Seeing
him again and feeling his arms around her as they hugged had felt wonderful,
and for the first time in months she didn�t feel guilty about sacrificing him
to the Hellmouth. Her eyes clouded,
however, when she remembered how he had tried to kiss her and how hurt he had
looked when she quickly pulled away after her initial frozen astonishment.

�Spike, I can�t. . . I�m sorry, but I. . .�

�You don�t have to say it, pet. I know you don�t love me. For some reason that I�ll never understand, you have a yen for
that hulkin� poofter they call �boss� around these parts,� Spike had replied
ruefully, trying somewhat successfully to erase the hurt from his eyes and
voice. He pulled himself straighter and
looked her in the eye, and what he had said next made her stomach lurch. �Speakin� of Mr. Forehead, I�d keep my eye on
his business practices if I were you.
The Big Guys in the Sky don�t figure him for their man anymore�they�ve
sent some ponce named Doyle to pester me
with visions of bloody stupid people in danger.�

Buffy had gasped, and her hand had flown to her mouth. �Doyle?�

Spike looked at her quizzically, before replying �Yeah,
bloody ridiculous name, isn�t it? Look,
I�m so happy to see you love, but. . .�
His face fell, and he took a deep breath that he didn�t need before he
continued �I can�t do this- I can�t be around you right now without wantin� to
touch you. I gotta get outta here.�

And with that he had swept out of Wes�s office. Buffy stood there for a moment, trying to
wrap her brain around seeing Spike alive, and around what he had said about the PTB and Angel.
Giles had been very adamant about not leaving Dana, the troubled new
slayer, with Angel because of his connection with Wolfram and Hart, but Buffy
had never really considered Angel a threat.
She had agreed with Giles, however, that the evil law firm was not the
place for a dangerous slayer whether it was under the direction of Angel or
not. Now she had to consider that there
might be other reasons that Giles had counseled her not to trust Angel in his
current position. It troubled her, but
when it came right down to it, she knew that it would take a lot more than
working for Wolfram & Hart to make her distrust Angel. She would put her life in his hands. She *wanted* to put her life in his hands.

�That�ll happen when pigs are in hell, or when ice flies, or
. . . something� Buffy said aloud, shaking herself out of her reverie and
grabbing a jacket and a stake to take out on patrol. She had to do something active, vital . . .
primitive, to calm down her mind and body.
Seeing Spike again had affected her, but she had to admit to herself
that it was seeing Angel, being in such close proximity to him and feeling the
pull of his dark, smoldering gaze and big strong body that had made her feel
this. . . tight. Wound. Hot.
All of these feelings were compounded by the anger she felt at him for
withholding the Spike info from her.

She pushed aside her thoughts as best she could, and went
out into the darkening evening to slay her demons, both literally and
figuratively.

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Angel stalked her in the shadows- she was the prey and he
was the hunter. It was easy- he could
sense her, smell her, feel her, hear the blood rushing
through her veins, even when he wasn�t trying.
His rage was palpable and it coursed through him as though his heart had
suddenly began pumping, and not finding blood, had settled for the incredible
anger that filled him. The only
difficulty he faced was keeping himself off of her
radar, and even that wasn�t too hard tonight.
Spike must be filling her thoughts like he has filled her heart, he
thought bitterly. He growled, and Buffy
turned in his general direction but was quickly distracted again by a scream
reverberating from further down the dark alley they were in.

He shifted her weight, moved her higher so
that he could taste the skin that had been teasing him all night. His mouth moved down her chest, following the
deep v of her dress, kissing, licking, teasing the exposed skin, the inner
plumpness of each breast. She tasted
better than he imagined, sweet, creamy, and salty at the same time (like peanut
butter and chocolate). She was breathing
in tiny gasps, little sounds of pleasure emanating from deep in her throat, the
vibrations they caused rumbling on his lips.
Her hands were in his hair, kneading his head, leading his mouth to her
breasts, and then her hands were gone and her looked up to see her in a daze of
passion, her green eyes probing into his golden ones, and her hands were up
around her neck, untying the halter and letting the strips of fabric covering
her upper body melt away and hang at her waist. Angel thought he might die at
the seductive look of invitation on her face, and if that weren�t enough, when
he looked down and saw her beautifully full breasts,astsasts that were even
more stunning than he remembered, he was glad his heart wasn�t beating because
it surely would have stopped.

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When he used his free hand to lightly trace over the contour
of one breast before circling the dark honey-colored aureole and then her erect
nipple, it was Buffy�s turn to think that she might die. She couldn�t breathe, and all rational
thought had left her brain many long, delicious moments before. A sound she didn�t know she was capable of
making erupted from between her lips when he lowered his head and followed the
path of his hands with his mouth. She
could feel his fangs scrape against her nipple and the pain was... good. .
right. She arched her back to press
herself closer to him, and was sure that she would jump out of her skin at any
moment- the sensations were almost too much.
And then, with his mouth spreading kisses across her chest, he ran his
free hand down her side and dipped it under her dress, searching for the very
core of her. His fingers traced over the
tiny scrap of wet satin that covered her until he reached the engorged clit,
and he gently tweaked it. Buffy�s long,
low moan was tinged with a want- wild and animalistic- that she had never
experienced before.

Angel heard her heart racing out of control, knew that she
was already close to losing herself in the throbbing intensity of an
orgasm. He was suddenly impatient, and
he ripped the satin covering her in two.
His fingers returned to trace her mons, and moved down until he pressed
one digit inside her as his thumb found her bud. He reveled in the feel of her silken flesh on
his fingers, her soft breasts against his chest, her muscular ass in his hand,
and her satiny lips moving against his.
He increased the pressure of his thumb moving against her, added another
finger to the one already plundering her flesh, and when he felt that the tension
in her body couldn�t become more intense and that her heart couldn�t beat any
faster, he leaned down and bit down gently on one perfect nipple.

Buffy screamed his name as her senses shattered into a
million pieces, her womb rhythymatically clenching and unclenching, the rhythm
moving down until she was pulsating around the fingers still held deep inside
her.

Angel knew he should stop at her pleasure, that he shouldn�t
indulge himself in her flesh because of the consequences. He simply couldn�t bring himself to care any
longer. He had been betrayed over and
over by the PTB and his best friend was now dead because of it, he had raped
the minds of his only friends and banished his son from his life forever. And now this woman who he had in his arms,
who he burned for, and who he had given up being human for. . . she had feelings for Spike, had let Spike
touch her just like this, had let Spike hear her moan in pleasure, had kissed
the jackass just this morning. Angel
knew she wanted him�the evidence was incontrovertible, and he had always wanted
her�had denied himself for years because of the consequences. But now, he didn�t care about the
consequences.

Angel released his aching erection, pushed into her hot
wetness, and moaned at the feeling of being encased deep in her still throbbing
tightness. Buffy�s eyes snapped open,
and she gasped �Angel. . . no. . .�
Angel covered her mouth with his own, and he felt her surrender to his
invasion, to her own pulsing need. He
moved both of his hands to her hips, using the brick wall to support her. The rhythm he assumed was hard and brutal,
his agonizing lust and anger pushing him to drive into her deeply over and
over. Buffy didn�t shy away from his
thrusts, but used her legs to pull him into her tighter. The feeling of being inside her was almost
too much, and Angel struggled against his desire to explode into her almost
immediately. He disengaged his mouth
from hers, and leaned back so that he could see her nearly naked in front of
him. She was beautiful and she was HIS, damnit. How dare she give herself to
another vampire? He growled when he
smelled her blood, seeing that the knife wound that the vamp had given her
earlier tonight had reopened from her shoulder rubbing against the brick. It was too much�being inside her wet heat,
hearing the sounds of her blood thundering through her veins mixed with the
mewling coming from her throat, and now the smell of her arousal mixed with her
blood. Angel bent his head into her neck
and as he pushed into her, he felt his teeth tearing her flesh where he had
marked her years ago, and his cold seed flooded her womb as her hot blood
flooded his mouth.

When Buffy felt him bite into her neck and explode inside of
her, she lost control in a way she never had before. Her whole body clenched around him, and she
was mindless. The world dimmed away
until there was only Angel and ecstasy.
Her slayer strength made her orgasmic contractions so strong that they
might have been painful if not for the intense pleasure of having Angel
throbbing inside of her as her blood throbbed inside of him. It seemed that time stood still in the
moments that followed, and Buffy was suspended in a place where pain, doubt,
guilt, and shame had no place- only bliss existed.

Buffy was abruptly pulled out of her rapturous state when
something primal inside of her set off an alarm- she was becoming dizzy and she
could stilll Anl Angel drawing her blood from her. Buffy began to struggle, and she pushed
feebly at Angel�s head. He had already
taken enough to considerably weaken her.
�Stop, please stop�, she pleaded, and felt him retract his fangs from
her neck just as she lost consciousness.
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