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Whose Shanshu?	By : QueenB Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Angel(us)/Buffy > Angel(us)/Buffy Views: 3387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dawn had wanted to travel to Cleveland via magic but the others had been dead set against the idea especially Giles. They simply had too many things to transport and the trip would have been hell on the merely human in their group. The school bus peeled away from the Hyperion amidst a chorus of calls, hooting and hollering from the two groups.
Xander slumped back in his seat. “Man, I’m gonna miss that place. That swimming pool was even larger than the one we had back in the old Sunnydale High.”
Buffy twisted in her seat and stared back at Xander where he sat behind her. “When did you go swimming?”
“When the rest of you were asleep. Deadboy didn’t provide any swim things in his Clothing-Palooza and the idea of swimming in my dirty grungy clothes was too shudder-worthy. So I had to go in commando style.”
“You were swimming naked? Ooh, I would have liked to have seen that.” Dawn grinned in appreciation while Buffy and Willow traded secretive glances.
“I thought the red Speedo was kinda hot,” Willow murmured and the teenager’s head swiveled to look at the blond and redhead seated in front of her.
“Speedo? What Speedo? What are you talking about?” she demanded.
Buffy told her, “Oh, it was at the old Sunnydale High school. Xander was posing as a member of the swim team so he could find out what was turning the swim team members into Creatures of the Black Lagoon.”
“Cordelia was so impressed because she was dating a member of the Sunnydale swim team, I thought she would cream her panties right there,” the redhead finished.
“Willow! That’s hardly appropriate talk for sensitive ears,” Buffy chided.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I’ve heard much worse than that from Anya.”
“I was talking about my ears actually,” Buffy responded.
Xander perked up at Willow’s offhanded comment. “Cordelia was impressed, was she? Wish I’d known about that. Maybe I could have strutted my manly stuff and gotten more out of her than closet smoochies.”
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It had been a short trip to the airport. By mutual consent, they all decided it would be simply too long a trip by a bus with no decent shock absorbers. That had been a week ago and they felt as if they were finally settling in to their satisfaction.
At first it had been a hassle getting into school in Cleveland given the lack of I.D. and proper school records. Then Giles had managed to get in touch with the few remaining members of the Watchers Council. Strings were pulled, obstacles were overcome and decent school manuscripts were rustled up as if by magic. When Willow and Buffy demanded to know how it had been done, Giles merely smiled and told them he had his ways.
Dawn had slid back into the swim of things at her new school with amazing ease. It seemed the hardship of the Sunnydale Hellmouth had forced her to mature quickly; homework was undertaken with minimum fuss. She was even starting to make friends although Buffy and Giles ruthlessly screened any new boyfriends.
As things turned out, Angel’s generous offer wasn’t needed. There were far more Watchers left in the world than Giles had hoped and they had pooled their resources. The many centuries the Watchers Council had been in existence had allowed them to acquire much in the way of monetary wealth. Their private resources proved to be a marvelous boon in helping him set up headquarters in Cleveland. A building previously used for storage was found and, with the help of a construction team Xander put together, it was being converted into a passable structure for learning, studying and sparring practice.
Buffy, however, refused to take another penny from Giles. She wanted to earn her own way and she was already deeply in Giles’s debt in more ways than one. She had managed to land a job as a martial arts and street fighting instructor. Her years of slaying made her more than capable in this respect.
She’d finally tracked down her father. Hank Summers had heard about the destruction of Sunnydale; it had made national news. Nothing drew media attention like the total annihilation of a town, it seemed. He’d been frantic to learn what had happened to his little girls. Finding out they were alive and well had caused a storm of belated but welcome parental feeling and responsibility. Wrangling monthly financial support for Dawn had proven child’s play.
Buffy kept in touch with Angel. She’d been worried the long distance would make it impossible for them to maintain a relationship. But the first time he’d appeared in the magic circle Willow had set up in the new Council basement dispelled any such doubts. They had smiled at each other and then he’d swept her into his arms for a melting kiss.
The others had discreetly withdrawn as their passion spiraled higher. Dawn had agreed to sleep over with one of her new friends for the weekend; she had stated there was no way she was staying in the apartment while Buffy and Angel kept her up all night with their screaming.
He’d wanted to talk to her about his nights. He’d wanted to discuss her life and the lives of her friends. Somehow seeing her standing there had driven all such thoughts out of his head.
She had agonized for hours over what to wear and finally picked out the dress she’d worn to the prom. Frantic alterations had shortened the hem until it hung just above her dimpled knees and tightened the waist enough to accentuate her petite breasts. Angel didn’t know about any of that; all he knew was that the most beautiful woman in the world was standing before him.
He kissed her, dwelling only on her sweet lips for the moment. Arousal drifted up to his nose and he rumbled deep in his chest at the scent of it. At moments like these, he was glad he wasn’t human. He would have missed the sound of her quickening heartbeat and the powerful aroma of her lust along with the other signs of her desire that only non-human creatures like he could have known.
His pants got tighter and she knew it at once. She wriggled against him and the action made him even stiffer. He was in danger of screwing her right there and that was not what he had planned. Reluctantly he drew away from her, noting the changes in her body. The pouting lips were kiss-swollen and she breathed hard from the brief contact. He lingered on the heaving breasts before he dragged his eyes away.
He remembered the bouquet he was holding. “These are for you,” he whispered.
“Huh? Oh, thank you. These are nice. They’re so yellow and very pretty,” she babbled. She stuck her nose in the bunch of yellow roses and baby’s breath he’d brought for her and sniffed dutifully. “They’re very aromy, too.”
“I was hoping we could go out on a date tonight. Unless you’re busy.”
“Hmmm. Let me check my calendar,” she responded teasingly. “Yep. It looks like I’m free for the evening.”
“Good.” He wound his arm around her, drawing her close. “You know any good places to dine in Cleveland?”
There were lots of choice spots in Cleveland. She had taken time out to find them because she wanted to show him the city whenever he came to visit. She had been tireless in tracking down the special places that might cater to humans and one of, ahem, his kind. To her surprise there were quite a few restaurants off the beaten track that specialized in vampire dining. So eating out with Angel hadn’t been a problem.
Having Angel eat her out wasn’t a problem either. That was why she was currently naked in bed, sweat dripping off her body, her feet planted on both sides of the vampire who was licking her pussy with expertise and abandon.
“GOD! More! Don’t stop!” Her hips ground hard against his mouth as his tongue lashed her clitoris before diving once again between her quivering folds. Her head thrust back into the pillow, her body undulating and driving her cunt to meet the probing tongue. Short, soft strands of his hair tickled her fingers as she pulled him tighter against her.
Not needing to breathe was a definite asset as he swept around the plush padding, lapping at every juicy secretion. He lifted one leg over his shoulder for better access and she moaned at the increase in sensation brought from the altered position. One final sweep and hard suck at her clit from his lips and she came, screaming his name, as she exploded all over his tongue.
That wicked tongue continued to lap at her, getting up every drop. She was always so wet and juicy; she had whispered over dessert that he had only to look at her a certain way and she got all damp. He had barely managed to tip the waiter before grabbing her by the hand and dragging her out of the place.
On the drive home, they had parked in three different places so he could eat, lick and finger her to orgasm. Buffy had cum no less than four times tonight. After that she had lost count. And he had yet to fuck her.
Renewed sexual yearning was spiking its way along her nerves as he continued to lick her. She wasn’t certain she could take much more but she craved feeling his cock deep inside her. “Angel, love. Please.”
He drew up alongside her and began plunging his fingers in a studied rhythm into her pussy. His passionate kiss exposed her to savor of her own juices and she sucked his tongue avidly. When he drew back, he murmured, “Please? What do you want, Buffy?”
“I want you.” Oh, heaven. Lust caught her in its grip again and her hips twisted in perfect rhythm with the digits exploring her. She cried out as he found her G-spot and stroked it relentlessly.
“Want me how? Say it, Buffy. I want to hear you say it.” His dark, burning stare pinned her to the mattress. It was almost too hard to breathe let alone speak but she forced the words past her lips.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me, Angel.”
His features shifted to their demonic form and back again almost too quickly for her to see. He moved over her with preternatural speed and entered her at once.
She sobbed with joy and rolled her hips up to meet him in the timeless way of women with their men. Angel had gone to such lengths to please her; now she wanted to please him. She closed her eyes and concentrated, clenching him hard with inner muscles toned from years of slaying. A startled gasp followed by a groan told her how well she had succeeded.
“Buffy, god, Buffy. Missed you. I love you. BuffyBuffyBuffy…” The words faltered and then gathered strength as they drove as one and parted only to seal themselves together again.
He kept the pace slow, pausing whenever he sensed she was close to cumming. He meant to spin out the lovemaking with her; he wanted to make these hours last. Tomorrow night he would depart to Los Angeles again and he wanted to carry away the sight of her face, the sound of her voice, her delicious scent, the taste of her pussy, the smell of her sweat. He wanted a thousand memories from this weekend and that meant taking his time.
The cold cock pistoned hard inside her, plumbing her to the very depths. But it wasn’t hard nor fast enough and he kept stopping, dammit! She nearly wept when he paused again, ducking his head to worry the tight nips stabbing him in the chest.
The weight of his tongue massaging and teasing the crinkled flesh was nearly enough to make her cum right then, her body had become so sensitive. Buffy clutched his head to her, panting, as the sucks became more demanding, drawing the flesh between teeth that had turned pointed.
He growled against the teat. Would she notice if he bit her there? She was so lost in sensation he doubted it. But he had his eyes on another prize. Without warning, he pulled out of her and flipped her over.
“NO! Angel, please!” She wanted to hit him for keeping her hanging like this. Her whole body hurt from the prolonged stimulation without the release she so desperately craved. Then she whimpered in relief as that huge cock entered her from behind.
He circled her waist and pulled her straining body up against his. She was shaking so much with unfulfilled desire, she could barely stay against him on her own. “Yes, Angel. More, harder, please. Don’t make me wait. I can’t take it.” She ground against him shamelessly as she chased the orgasm that hung elusively out of her reach.
His movements became faster as she urged him with her voice and clenching pussy. Tight, she was so tight, and his cock was clamped like a vise whenever he slid out so that he shouted and growled into her ear. They called to each other, begging for release and at the same time desirous for more. He grabbed the bouncing tits, scratched down her quivering belly with blunt nails and swirled his finger around her clit again and again. He avoided direct pressure, preferring to keep her dancing on the edge.
She bounced up and down on the cool cock, her heart pounding, her cunt flexing around his hard driving shaft. He groaned at the sensation and stared with gleaming eyes at her neck. Her head had fallen back, exposing the long throat and the faded scar on the right side of her neck. Drawn irresistibly to that mark, he licked his fangs and bit into the pulsing vein.
Buffy screamed as the long-awaited orgasm swelled and crashed into her. Her eyes flew open and her body arched, caught between fangs and cock. Massive jolts accompanied by flares of heat flew over her skin. Another protracted pull and she wailed, her fingers digging into his thighs as Buffy desperately sought to anchor herself. It was as if she were flying, away from her body, away from the earth.
She was heat, summer, paradise and liquid flame. The seismic spasms from her pussy matched the throbbing heart until he thought he would pass out from the sensory onslaught. He clutched her trembling body to his as he fed, the heart speeding the flow across his tongue.
The Slayer moaned and quivered from the pull of those fangs. Had it ever been this good? Sex with Spike had never had this intensity, this power to make her scream, weep and cum all at once. The giving of her virginity on her 17th birthday faded in comparison to this passion. Her whole being felt alive, connected in an unbroken line from his fangs to her aching vagina. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder, content to let him draw more sensation from her. It came to her befuddled mind that Angel was still hard, thrusting away in her, and her toes curled when another wave of pleasure began building in her body.
He was aware of the subtle changes that signaled her renewed desire. A glance down her trembling form showed her sex flush hadn’t faded. Her nipples were getting taut again, her breath hitching in her chest. Her blood hadn’t cooled his ardor, merely fanned it, and these signs spurred him on again. He clenched her tighter and removed his fangs as he began fucking her ferociously.
The woman’s body shook, in danger of losing the cock lancing her right up to her cervix. A paroxysm of sensation shot through her whenever it happened and she cried out in harsh joy at each sharp pang. She twisted her head back and sought in vain to capture his lips. It was difficult given her position and the violence of his thrusts. But she clutched his head to hers in a bruising kiss, smearing her own blood across her teeth.
“More,” she gritted. “Fuck me, love. Don’t stop. Drink me, fuck me, devour me.” She swirled her tongue around the fangs and allowed one to graze the surface. A slight pressure and her tongue opened up, oozing a trickle of blood into his mouth.
How could he resist her when she looked and sounded like this? The enticing taste from her tongue reminded him of the real treat that lay uncovered. He wrenched away from her lips and sealed his mouth to the open wound on her neck. She was too good; he couldn’t keep away from the delights her body offered. He sipped her and moaned, the vibrations running through her neck and over her whole being.
There were no fangs this time, only persistent gulps, and to the woman in his embrace it was the same as when he’d lapped her pussy. She didn’t know why; the sensations were wholly different. But the effect was the same.
This time the orgasm was more prolonged, the effect passing through her like a slow ripple rather than a riptide. She held his head to her throat as her incoherent pleas accompanied his sucks. Her satiny folds fluttered around him again in one continuous convulsion and his seed shot out of him. The delayed spasm caused him to cum hard and long so the stream overflowed and ran down her thighs and his.
They fell back against the headboard, both panting hard even though only one of them needed the air. Buffy felt boneless and weightless as if she were just one gooey puddle on the sheets. Seeing that she was helpless to move, Angel gathered her around the waist and dragged her away from the enormous wet spot they’d produced.
Gradually she settled back into her skin and snuggled next to him. “Mmmmmm.”
“Same here.” He licked at her wound, sealing it. Her soft moans accompanied the gestures, the pleasure from his mouth winding its way through her afterglow.
There was an extended silence. It was comfortable and easy rather than strained. She ran her nails lightly around one of his dark brown nipples and kissed the broad chest wherever she could reach. She rested her head on his upper body and peered upward at him. “Angel?”
“Mmmm? What?”
“You’re warmer now. Do all vampires get warmer when they feed?”
He didn’t really want to discuss vampire nature right now. But he remembered what he’d said to Cordelia. Buffy loved all of him and her question was prompted by curiosity not revulsion. So he decided to satisfy her. “Uh, yes. Most blood does that if it’s taken right from the source.”
“Huh. Never knew that. Do vampires like getting warmer or do they prefer being cold-blooded?”
“We absorb so much from humans when we feed: their fear, sweat, and warmth. It’s a big thrill for vampires. We like the beating of the racing heart, too. Sometimes we like to chase our prey and let them get all hot and bothered.”
“I remember that. I saw this one vamp get all gloaty over this guy he’d chased into an alley. Fortunately, I dusted him before he got his hot spicy beverage. But I was thinking. Do all humans get turned on from the biting? When I was in Sunnydale--I found this vampire version of a crackhouse.” She hesitated. This was getting into the area of old boyfriends. But Angel didn’t know about Riley’s sick deal and she wasn’t going to tell him.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that when you found out that Finn guy was getting himself chewed on by vampire whores?”
Crap! Her head shot up and she stared at him, angry and guilty at once and wondering why she should feel that way. “H-how did you know? Who told you?”
“Willow let it slip when she was visiting Cordelia. She didn’t think I heard her but I did. Is that why you broke up with him?”
“Technically, he broke up with me. He left me because he said I didn’t need him enough. Then Giles left because I needed him too much. The only guy who seemed to accept me for what I was…” Okay, that was trailing into forbidden territory and she didn’t want to mention Spike.
He understood; by mutual consent neither of them dwelled on the Spike mess. Angel cast about in his mind for a way to change the subject. “Darla didn’t want to be around me either when I got my soul. She drove me off the first time it happened. When I tried to come back to her, she was furious because I couldn’t muster up the urge to kill anyone except criminals. I had to leave her again; it was impossible for us to be together.”
“Then why was she sniffing around after you in Sunnydale?”
He shifted a little, seeking a more comfortable position in the bed as he formulated a response. “I was hers. She created me; I was her Childe. Even though she hated what I’d become, she couldn’t leave me alone. She’d come to me, trying to get me back into the Master’s court, wanting me to rejoin her. We didn’t love each other but we’d shared a history. She just couldn’t let it go.”
“I can so relate,” Buffy murmured. “That’s why I thought being with you was a bad idea. I thought you were of the past and I had to move on no matter what my heart really felt.”
“And I thought I had to let you go so you could be happy.” He embraced her and closed his eyes, contenting himself with only a hug for the moment.
She squirmed closer and then said, “You know, I’m kinda hungry again. We ran out of the restaurant before eating dessert. Okay if I get something to eat?”
“Go right ahead.” He lay still in bed as she got up and let his eyes wander in appreciation over her nude body while she shrugged on a robe and ran out to the kitchen. Now that they weren’t wrapped up in each other, he took the opportunity to look over her furnishings.
Nice, very nice. The furniture was tasteful without being too expensive and he recognized the handmade look of some of the chairs and tables--probably Xander’s work. Buffy kept herself surrounded by quality solid wood furniture and he wondered if it was an unconscious choice or a reflection of how she could use any of it in a fight against vampires.
The question went unanswered as she came back into the bedroom bearing a tub of ice cream and a bowl. The robe had come strategically undone and her breasts and fur-covered mons played peek-a-boo as she walked to the bed. He licked his lips over the display.
She plopped down beside him and handed him the bowl. “Want to take the first taste?”
He took the dish from her in puzzlement. “Buffy, you know I don’t eat.”
“I know you don’t need to eat, Mr. Broody. But Spike ate human food all the time when he still had his fangs. I know it doesn’t give you nutritional goodness like a dose of plasma. But how do you know you won’t like it until you try? Just one small taste. Please, Angel? For me?” she pleaded. She pried off the lid and that’s when he saw the contents.
“Cookie Dough Fudge Mint Chip? W-why did you pick that out?”
She looked down into the sugar-laden confection and shrugged. “You know, I’m not really sure. Faith found a tub in the Hyperion mini fridge and we shared some quality girl talk while eating. I guess I wanted another taste. Why?”
“No reason.” This was a trifle weird but he dismissed it as a freaky coincidence. The next moment he forgot all about the strangeness as Buffy climbed on top of him and set the bowl aside. “What are you doing? I thought I was going to get ice cream.”
She grinned and held up the spoon. “Yep. I just changed my mind about how you’re going to eat it.” She dug the spoon into the treat and lifted off a tiny bit. She dripped it onto one breast and shivered dramatically. “Oooh. Tingles.”
“Buffy,” he whispered. His eyes followed the stream as it warmed to her body heat and dripped down the slope of her tit to the nipple. The aureole crinkled with contact and the nipple went taut immediately. He leaned up and lapped it off her and she moaned, leaning forward into his mouth.
The nipple was sucked hard and his tongue probed the rough surface, chasing every bit of ice cream. The taste was just how he remembered it: sweet, slightly chewy with the tang that was mint and the dark rich taste of the chocolate. On her skin, mingled with the contrast of salt sweat, it tasted even better.
She shivered, sighing from the warmth of his tongue and the cold cream together. She’d been right; her blood had heated his flesh. Even if the effect was only temporary, she relished the unusual sensation of his warmed skin against hers. Then she pushed him back and dripped more onto her other breast.
As things progressed, the ice cream softened, making it easier to pull up bigger scoops. The bed became a mess as her robe was discarded and the creamy treat was placed on other spots on her body. At one point, he dropped some into her navel and dug his tongue in, pushing it in and out in imitation of what he’d like to do with another part of his body.
His cock was erect and had been since she straddled him. But it was her turn to tease and she wouldn’t let him enter her yet. However, her arousal was strong in his nostrils and he knew she was as keen to take this to the next level as he was. Getting an idea, he placed her on her hands and knees and dropped the ice cream in a long trail from her shoulder blades to the delta of her back. He positioned himself behind her and let his dick slip between her legs. On the pretense of licking off the delicious treat, he allowed the cockhead to brush her clitoris.
Buffy gasped. His cock against her button sent electric sparks shooting through her and her cunt clenched automatically. His tongue swept down her back and lingered in the small vee at its base. She could hear the lapping noises as once again the bulging head between her legs teased her clit. Without thinking she began to nudge her buttocks back, seeking that sensation again. He continued the game, stroking her clit harder and longer each time until her hips were twisting, striving to draw out the contact. “Aaaangeell,” she whined.
“Mmmm. What is it, Buffy?” The tongue flickered in short darts along her side, pursuing stray drops of ice cream. His tongue had cooled slightly but her wanting had not. She caught his cock between her thighs in another pass and he groaned at the pressure against his shaft.
“Please…make love to me,” she gasped. She rubbed her butt against his belly. The invitation was clear and what vampire could resist an invitation? However, this time he wanted to fuck her face to face. He turned her over again and kissed her, mint and fudge passing from his tongue to hers. She could feel the pulsing cock squashed between their bellies, its heat just a promise of things to come. Moaning against his lips, she spread her legs wide, wriggling until her coarse hairs scraped aggravatingly against him.
He was going to fuck her again and she didn’t know which was better, the actuality or the anticipation. The warmed head slipped into her and the difference in his temperature was extreme enough to draw her attention away from her own needs.
It wasn’t better nor worse that his coolness, only different, and she concentrated on exploring that distinction. His whole body was hot; was this what she felt like to him? True, there was no pulse, no thrum of a beating heart, no sweat slicking beneath her hands. But he was otherwise the same: his wide back, the firm muscles shifting under the skin, the powerful buttocks that drove his length into her again and again.
He licked up the left side of her neck, the smooth untouched side. She wasn’t satisfied with that; he could tell by the harsh whimpers and the attempts to direct him to the closed wound. He spread his fingers into the neglected remains of the ice cream lying by the side of the bed and smeared it on her neck. Before she could react to the chill, he gave the ice cream-smeared scar a flick with his tongue and re-opened it.
“YES!!” Buffy cried. Her hips banged against his with the renewal of his blood-fueled passion. “So good. Never this good with…anyone. I love you I love you I love you,” she chanted.
They were screwing each other hard and the bed creaked with each violent bounce of the springs. Limbs entwined, her breasts pressed against his massive chest, and he could hear that heartbeat, familiar in every stage of arousal, filling his ears until it became his whole world.
She gripped his buttocks, Slayer strength pulling him aside her and she gave a cry with each plunge, each squeeze against her clit. The pace quickened with the heavy, swollen balls providing their own pressure on her ass. She squirmed, forcing her neck to his lips and he mouthed the wound, drawing in the last traces of ice cream with her blood.
The giving gesture completed the experience. His entire body went rigid within the sweet circle of her flesh. Cum spurted within her no longer cold but warm as she. It wasn’t humanity but it was so close he could almost swear his heart was beating in his chest. He pulled away from her neck with a shudder, gulping for air he hadn’t needed save for one day in over two centuries. “Buffy, I love you,” he gasped, burying his head against her breasts.
The withdrawal of his fangs provoked her spasms, in turn drawing another from him. They both lay completely spent, neither willing to move in spite of their awkward position. Buffy was dizzy, spent and lightheaded from the protracted sex. Blinking, she tried to adjust her vision and come back to the room and vampire in her arms. There was a rumbling against her body, causing her tits to vibrate, and she realized it was coming from him. She stroked his head and giggled as the noise grew audibly louder. “I didn’t know vampires purred.”
“That’s because it only happens when we’re very very happy.”
His fingers brushed her neck and her giggles turned to an “mmmm” of contentment. “Good thing your soul is bound then.”
“No argument there.” He drew his weight off her so she’d be more comfortable. Breath, warmth, ice cream--it was almost like their lost day and he smiled at the memory as he nestled close to her side.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” she whispered making trails with her fingers over his skin again.
He pretended to think while he reciprocated the gesture. “Since I can’t leave here, I was thinking more of the same as tonight.”
“I’d better stock up on more ice cream then.” She draped her arm across his middle and asked, “So did you enjoy it?”
“What? The ice cream? Definitely. Ice cream a la Buffy is a real hit.”
His words were answered by a sleepy giggle followed by a yawn. “Oh, I’m so sleepy. But I still want…”
“What? You couldn’t possibly…”
She giggled at the insinuation. “No, no. I’m spent. Pleasantly numb even. You?”
He was struck by the abrupt sense of déjà vu. God, it was the same conversation, almost word for word, and his throat closed up. Did she somehow remember their lost day? How was that possible?
His silence drew her attention and she lifted her head. The still expression on his face was kinda puzzling, considering what they’d just finished doing. “Angel? Hello? Was it something I said? What’s going on in there?” She reached out a finger and stroked down his nose.
He made an attempt to smile. “I was just thinking about you. I didn’t hear. What did you say?”
“I just wanted to stay awake so this day can keep happening.”
“Sleep. We’ll make another one like it tomorrow.” He did his best to keep his tone light as he held a non-existent breath to hear what she would say next.
“Good. Tomorrow I want to try other foodstuffs. Maybe chocolate with peanut butter next. Preferably crunchy.” The words were a drowsy murmur and Buffy missed Angel’s shocked reaction.
“Crunchy peanut butter?” he whispered.
He wanted to jostle her awake and demand what she meant by that. But he was too afraid of her answer. Could she have remembered anything of that day? He was almost certain she didn’t; she would have been furious with him for keeping her in the dark. She would have demanded answers. At the very least she would have insisted on an explanation and a detailed account of their lost day.
The urge for honesty warred with the ever-present desire to keep her from pain. What good would it do to tell her about a long-lost day of paradise, a day she couldn’t even remember? She would be angry with him for throwing away their only chance of happiness. She would point to Spike’s Shanshu and tell him how it never would have happened if Angel had claimed the rightful prize. He knew in his head all the arguments she would make. And the end would be the same.
He would still be a vampire. She would still be a Slayer. Telling her would accomplish nothing except to spoil the joy of their reunion. He closed his eyes and pushed away the arguing voices in his mind. They were making a new future for themselves. There was no point in dwelling on the past.
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The rest of the weekend passed in much the same way. Angel hid his knowledge about the forgotten day; he almost managed to shove it out of his own mind. The remaining time was a miniature slice of heaven.
They set up an established routine, trading off visits back and forth. Dawn had insisted on coming with Buffy once on the Magic Express. The journey had made her violently sick and she swore there was no way she was doing that again except for dire emergencies. Willow had also come back to Los Angeles to catch up on things with Fred. Naturally, the redhead weathered the journey much better than anyone else besides Buffy and Angel.
On Angel’s latest trip, they spent the day in bed, pausing only to take showers or eat. They talked about everything that was happening on their respective fronts.
Willow had her magic firmly under control. Because of that, Giles offered a position in the new Watchers Council. They had often used sorcerers to help with the arcane and mystical; he said someone of her power and expertise would be a great asset. The paycheck he held out was a pretty good incentive, too.
She spent a lot of time with him and the new trainees they were carefully grooming for their roles as future Watchers. Buffy thought that a new romance was developing between Willow and Clarissa, a blonde grad student from Poughkeepsie. But Buffy hadn’t said a thing to either of them about it yet. She was content to let things progress on their own--and then surprise Willow one day by asking for the details. That’ll teach Willow to think I’m clueless.
The Slayers under Gunn’s training and Wesley’s tutelage had turned into a very capable fighting force. Angel had started up the A.I. business again and used the money plus the funds originally set aside for Connor’s future to send them all back to school. Fred had started up a relationship with David Nabbitt, a development that surprised no one. Lorne abandoned the idea of opening a new club; he wasn’t exactly optimistic that any new venue of entertainment would last given his association with the good guys. He contented himself with listening to A.I. clients sing and lamented the lack of truly decent singing voices for the side of good.
In spite of Buffy’s worry, the former vampire had stayed away from her. However, Spike was having trouble adjusting to being human. He insisted on putting himself in the line of fire and groused endlessly whenever he was laid up from his wounds. He was all too depressingly human without an ounce of strength nor leftover vampire stamina. He also found to his dismay that, seeing how much he loved human food, he now required extra exercise to keep down his weight. Buffy laughed when Angel recounted how he had caught Spike weighing himself on a bathroom scale and crying out in shock to see that he’d gained ten pounds.
Angel heard occasionally from Faith. She had managed to take things with Robin Wood into a solid love affair, much to her own surprise. She was offhand and breezy about it but he could hear the tenderness underneath her tough-girl act whenever she spoke about the former principal. The dark-haired ex-convict had come a long way and no one was prouder of it than Angel.
He was conspicuous in his lack of mentioning Connor and Buffy hesitated to ask. She realized that the teenager’s history was one of nothing but badness. So she asked Angel what he had been like as a baby.
A kind and gentle love entered her lover’s eyes, such as she’d never seen before, as he spoke of the darling bundle of joy that had been his baby boy. He rhapsodized about his son’s blue eyes and sweet-smelling body. He told Buffy how the boy had been unafraid of his demon face, breaking out into babyish giggling whenever he saw it.
Buffy heard the ache and longing in Angel’s voice and wondered if she’d made a mistake getting him to talk about it. But after he went over the wonderful first days of the baby’s life, he thanked her for her insistence. He knew he might never get another chance at a family and it eased his heart to have someone know just how much his baby had meant to him.
“It wasn’t the future I’d envisioned for him, Buffy. But what parent ever has their child turn out exactly how they want? If your kid winds up happy, that’s the most any parent can ask for and that’s what I got.”
“So you’re finally getting it, huh?”
What was she talking about now? “Getting what?”
Her face was smug and sad at the same time as she unknowingly went over Willow’s theme when the redhead had confronted him over Cordelia’s comatose body. “You had an idea for me about a normal life with the husband, 2.3 kids and the garage with two cars. You had all these plans for Connor that never came true--at least not the way you wanted. Life is what happens when you’re making other plans. If you’d only seen that, then we could have avoided years of heartbreak.”
“Maybe. But think about what other things in our lives wouldn’t have happened. If I’d stayed with you in Sunnydale, Cordelia would be vampire food. Wesley might still be struggling along trying to make a name for himself as a demon hunter. I wouldn’t have rescued Fred and we certainly wouldn’t have saved the humans in Pylea from slavery.”
She leaned up on one elbow and looked down at him. “Or we might have gone to Pylea together to escape Glory. I’m not saying we should have run away together to live in blissful coziness. I’m just saying we could have found a way to be together and still fought evil. Slayer and souled vampire. Buffy and Angel.”
His eyes were stricken as he recalled her fate against Glory. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I should have been…”
“No, that’s not what I meant. You might have been with me and I still could have died. We’ll never know. I never blamed you for not being with me. If anything, I should have called you when things got rough. Who knows, you might have helped. I was just too stubborn to ask.”
A sigh came from the vampire as he embraced her and stroked her silken hair. “Then there’s no point in dwelling on what might have been, Buffy. That’s no better than making extravagant plans for a future that might not come true,” he pointed out.
The man had a point. And she didn’t want to make it sound as if she was still angry with him for leaving her. She cuddled closer to him and sighed plaintively. “So I guess by that logic we should just live for the present.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making plans. We just have to be flexible about them, that’s all.”
“Uh huh. Speaking of plans, what do you want to do when I come to visit you next time?”
“Let’s let that be a surprise, shall we?” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she got wet at the thought of what exactly he might have planned. His nose twitched as her excitement caught his attention and gold flickered in his eyes. When his hand moved to cup her breast, he was rewarded by her female moan, the yielding mound swelling into his palm.
The heat from their recent lovemaking bout had cooled and she was itching for more action. However, he peered out the window and frowned. It was almost nightfall; soon he would have to leave her. “I hate to cut this short, Buffy. But I have to get back soon.”
Buffy gave a pout, hoping to change his mind, but his mind was made up. “Most lovers have to clear out at daybreak. You’ve got to be one of the few who have to take off at night.”
He pulled away with a sad smile of regret. “I guess so. Wesley read about this prophecy almost three years ago and he’s very sure about it.”
“And Wesley’s never wrong, is he?” she muttered.
He didn’t miss the sarcastic note. But he had questioned Wesley about this and the Watcher had been adamant. “He came across it when he was reading the Aberjian scrolls. The Beast of Amalfi is due to rise in Reseda in 2003. He’s cross-referenced, checked and double checked and even called on Giles. He’s dead sure about this and so am I. I trust him.”
She sighed and sat up, reaching for her clothes. “I’m beginning to wish I’d talked Faith into staying in Cleveland with me. I could have left her as backup and come with you.”
“I have my team and whole army of Slayers with me, Buffy. I’ll be all right.” He knew she was unhappy about this and darted a swift kiss to her nose to pacify her. She wrinkled it and smiled back at him.
“Okay. It’s just Wesley called this thing the Harpoon of Death and that sounds kinda scary.”
“That’s Harbinger of Death, love. And these things are always coming up with pretentious names for themselves. Don’t forget I was once called the Scourge of Europe.”
“Yeah, but you deserved the title.”
He grinned but made no attempt to refute her odd praise. He shucked on the last of his clothes and took her by the hand.
There were lingering slow, deep kisses between her apartment and the new Council headquarters. Because of that, they cut things a little too close for his liking. Angel stood in the circle of green sand and waved goodbye to her. She reluctantly let him go and watched as the light flared, leaving an empty circle where her lover had stood.

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