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Reprise Revised	By : Maren Category: Angel the Series > Het - Male/Female Views: 4247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel sighed, rubbed his eyes, and looked up from the
endless stack of papers sitting on the desk in front of him. I�ve become an ineffectual paper-pusher, he
thought, and once again he was drawn into the memory of Andrew telling him that
Buffy didn�t trust him anymore. The
words rung in his ears as though spoken only moments before. Growling low in his throat, he picked up his
empty mug, threw it against the heavy oak door, and watched it shatter into a
million pieces. The words had cut�were
still cutting, and he had allowed that child to walk away with the new slayer
without a word in defense of himself.
Then again, he thought, how could he deny that working for Wolfram &
Hart didn�t compromise him�he had been feeling the same distrust of his current
position for several weeks now. He knew
he was being manipulated. He just
couldn�t figure out how yet.

�Um, is everything o.k. Boss?� Harmony hesitantly chirped as she opened the
door. Spying the broken mug, she rolled
her eyes and defensively huffed, �If you needed more you could have just
asked. I�m not a mind reader, you know!�

�Angelcakes, did I hear that you need a mind reader?� asked
Lorne as he breezed into the room. �Of
course you know I�m always at your service, big guy, but I�m really swamped at
the moment. Michael Jackson�s people are on my case to find a more powerful
glamour to hide his demon before his case goes to court, and Joan Rivers wants
me to personally style her for the Oscars this year�she has great taste, that
one!�

�So this is what the �good� fight has become, huh? Catering to spoiled human *and* demon stars
and sitting on my ass in an office while my secretary, a vampire no less!,
caters to my every whim. What a champion
I am.� Angel glanced out the window that
allowed him to see the world in daylight for the first time in well over 200
years, and thought about how easily Wolfram & Hart had bought him. He looked back at the two demons standing in
his office. �Now. Get. Out.�

Not failing to notice Angel�s glowering stare or the way he
spit out the words in a near shout, Lorne and Harmony exchanged a glance and
quickly exited the office, closing the door behind them.

Standing in the hall just around the corner, Wes frowned,
considering what he had just overheard.
Angel is not doing well, he thought, and his frown deepened as he
remembered the last time Angel had been so thoroughly disillusioned with their
fight. A vision of a small blond woman
with the voice of a child tinged with the sexiness of a woman popped into his
head. Darla. Wes vowed to himself that he would keep a
more watchful eye on the situation this time.
Of one thing he could be sure�the dismal state of Angel�s mind.

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Buffy wiped the sweat that was threatening to drip into her
eyes off of her forehead before continuing to punish her newest workout dummy
with a series of right and left jabs. It
felt good to lose herself in the flurry of motion and subsequent surge of adrenaline-laced
power that accompanied her workouts.
Since she had closed the Sunnydale Hellmouth for good she had been
afforded a relative break in her primary slayer duties�now her duties often
involved finding the new slayers and training them in the safety of the
crumbling building she and Dawn called �home� in Rome. �RomehomehomeRome�, Buffy sing-songed as
she stopped and unwrapped the tape from her hands before tossing it in the
garbage. �Uh, I have to get some more
adult company. My brain is turning to
mush.� Adult company. . . like Angel,
with his books of literature and poetry that she didn�t like to read herself,
but loved to watch him read in muted lamplight, or better, listen to him read
to her as she gazed into his achingly beautiful face. She shook her head, as though to dislodge
these thoughts and images with force from her mind.

Buffy walked up the stairs, knocked on Dawn�s bedroom door,
and peaked her head in. She smiled at
the sight of Dawn lying on her bed, her head resting in the fold of her
chemistry book as she slept. Buffy crept
into the room and gently eased the book out from under her sister�s head. She unfolded a blanket and draped it over
Dawn�s sleeping form before easing down beside her on the bed. Buffy stroked her hair for a moment, glad
that for the first time in a month they were alone, the last group of new
slayers having been taken to Giles in England only two days ago. The quiet was nice.

She left Dawnie�s room and continued up the stairs to her
bedroom. Stripping off her white cotton
tank alacklack sweatpants, Buffy made her way into her bathroom and turned the
shower on as hot as she could stand it.
She looked forward to the feel of the hot water on her slightly aching
muscles. Unsnapping her sports bra, she turned and caught a glimpse of herself
in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She had put on some weight in the past
months, and it filled out her breasts and her hips so that they made a soft,
supple contrast to the clearly defined mus ins in the rest of her body. I look pretty good, she thought, and then
shook her head as she turned away from the fogging mirror.

�Hell of a lot of good that does me these days,� she
muttered as she stepped into the shower, sighing in pleasure as the water
her
her back and shoulders. Buffy stood
there for a moment just enjoying the caress of the hot water before picking up
her favorite vanilla bean shampoo and working it into her long golden-blonde
hair. Her thoughts turned to the last
time anyone had appreciated her body.
Spike. With Spike it had been
hot, vit, at, and fast. The pleasure she
had gained from their encounters had been just as hot and intense, but it never
lasted through the guilt and shame.
Riley had been sweet and caring, and he had worshipped her body, but sex
with him hadn�t been lustful and passionate.
Buffy rinsed her hair and squeezed some bath gel into her palm. As she rubbed the soap into her skin, her
memories turned to Angel and her breath caught in her throat.

With Angel, only Angel, there had been both. The one time they had been together in the
flesh (and the many times in her dreams and fantasies); it had been hotly
passionate but also lovingly gentle.
Moaning deep in her throat, Buffy�s soapy hands moved across her stomach
and up to her breasts. The water ran in
rivulets down her lithe curves, and she imagined Angel sliding open the shower
curtain and stepping into the shower with her, his hard, muscular body
vulnerable to her gaze. Buffy could see
his broad shoulders, his hard chest, his well-defined abdominal muscles, and
lower, his already hardening flesh. She
continued slowly kneading her breasts as she imagined him looking at her with
his burning eyes, taking in the sight of her nipples hardening to taught,
honey-colored peaks before placing his large hands on her body. His ministrations were slow, languorous, but
the heat they produced between her legs was anything but slow and she quickly
felt her own arousal mingling with the water running down her inner thighs. She imagined his hands moving to her breasts,
his fingers rolling her nipples between them before he replaced them with his
mouth. She was flushed and glowing, and
she whimpered at the thought of his tongue on her nipples while his hands
cupped her ass and pulled her close. Her
soapy hands moved down her stomach and she visualized Angel�s mouth blazing the
same path, his fingers pushing into her heat instead of her own, his other hand
busy on her clit. She mewled softly, her
breath quickening as she touched herself and imagined Angel�s tongue licking up
her labia, teasing her clit, his lips closing around her to gently suckle the
swollen bud while his fingers continued to slide in and out of her dripping wet
sheath. The vivid imagery, combined with
Buffy�s own movements pushed her into the fire of her own desire. Her inner muscles began to flutter around her
finger and her breath stopped for a moment before she cried out his name.

�Angel,� Buffy moaned, and she gave into the rush of
euphoria that marked her orgasm.

When her muscles had stopped clenching, when she caught her
breath, when she had stood with her arm braced against the shower wall to
support her now-heavy limbs until her strength returned, Buffy turned and shut
off the water. Stepping from the shower,
she wrapped her hair in a towel and grabbed another to dry off her tingling
body. Buffy wrapped herself in the other
towel and made her way to the bed before the sobs began to shake her body. Her fantasies of him were always vivid,
always satisfying. . . until she realized that he wasn�t really there and he
would never be there again. That�s when
the despair hit her as hard as the intense orgasm that often preceded it. She felt lucky during the few times that she
was able to sob herself to sleep and not dream about him.

Tonight wouldn�t be one of those nights.
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