BAD ANGEL

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this. It is very B/Aus.
Without spoiling you, all I can say is do not assume anything.



Part 20

For a few moments Buffy was caught in his eyes, their passion almost hypnotic. She could never quite get used to the way he looked at her, the depth of his obsession captivating. She was spellbound.
Seeing how struck she was, Angel moved in, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Buffy hadn’t even realized he had moved when she felt his kiss, she instinctively pulled back. At her hesitation he withdrew, giving her a moment.
When she refused to meet his eyes again, he offered, “Don’t be afraid to back out, I won’t be angry. It’ll take time.”
Standing, she moved away and turned from him, “Are you really willing to wait, no matter how long it takes?”
Following, he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, “Buff, I will not force you to have sex, I will not rape you again. That’s not what I want for us and certainly not what I want for you. I don’t expect it to be easy, after everything it’s natural for you to hesitate, to have mixed emotions. Believe it or not, I know you didn’t suddenly fall in love with me. But last night was an important first step; I know we’ll make it through this.”
Buffy allowed her self to lean back into his embrace as she took in his words; she wasn’t sure if she would ever believe him but she wanted to. She needed that constant reassurance. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted when Ares neighed, drawing their attention.
In the distance they heard the roar of an engine and soon afterward, a jeep carrying Quentin came along the path. As the jeep slowed, Angel walked over.
“Quentin, I thought you’d be away.”
“I was, just got back. Hope I’m not intruding …” He gestured to Buffy who had remained a distance away.
“Oh no, not at all …” Angel then turned to Buffy and motioned for her to come over. When she did he proudly wrapped his arms around her again, “Buff, you remember Quentin don’t you?”
“Uh yes, from the airport.”
“Yes, my dear.” Quentin then extended his hand and shook hers in greeting, “I hope Angel’s showing you a good time here on our island.”
Buffy smiled awkwardly, suspicious of the double entendre.
Sensing her uneasiness, Angel jumped in, “We’ve done some sightseeing but I’m easing her into this new lifestyle. Don’t want to overwhelm her, you know.”
“Quite right, I’m sure you’re doing what you can to keep your lady happy.” He then smiled conspiratorially. “By the way, are you planning to attend my little soirée next week?”
“Uh, I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
“I see, well, enjoy the rest of your outing, I must be off.”
“I’ll call you later.” Angel then stepped back with Buffy as Quentin pulled away.
Alone again, Angel squeezed her closer, “Now where were we?” He asked mischievously before turning her in his arms. Cupping her face, he held her gaze “We’ll take it slow.”
Moving in, he waited for her to pull back but Buffy held firm this time, allowing his kiss. When their lips finally met, he focused entirely on her, letting the tension in her body guide him. It was tender yet demanding, building and abating as Buffy responded to him.
When they pulled away, Angel kissed her forehead, “Do you want to have lunch now?”
She nodded against his chest, happy for the reprieve.
Walking over to their picnic, they quickly resumed their meal

Once they were done, Angel quickly packed away the dishes in the basket and folded the blanket for the staff to collect later. He and Buffy then mounted Ares and proceeded with their ride. Giving her the reins, Angel wrapped his arms around her and sighed contentedly. At that moment he knew this was what he was searching for all his life, the peace that he could only find with Buffy. He savored every moment of it.


Some time later they got back into the car and headed back to Angel’s villa. As they drove, Buffy could no longer resist her curiosity.
“Um, Angel, what was Quentin talking about?”
“Hmm, what do you mean?”
“He asked if you would be at his soirée.”
“Oh, that. He’s having a small gathering at his house next week; we’re both invited but I doubt we’ll go.”
“Why?”
Giving her a sidelong glance, “It’s probably not the best idea.”
“What’s not the best idea?”
“Taking you around other people.”
“You took me around other people before.”
“Yes but this is different. These aren’t just store clerks and resort hostesses, these are some of Quentin’s closest friends and associates. The situation is too unpredictable.”
“You make it sound like I’m not house trained or something.”
Smirking, “Well it’s not the carpet or the furniture I’m concerned about.”
“So you’re afraid I’ll make a scene and start screaming for help.”
“The thought has occurred to me.” He answered wryly.
“I know better than to do that Angel. You’ve showed me time and time again that you can do anything you want to me. And you’ve only just lifted my confinement, do you think I want to be locked away in that room again?” Ok, so maybe that was exactly what she was hoping to do but she had to at least try to convince him that she would be on her best behavior.
Pulling to the side of the road, “Are you saying you want to go?”
“Well what’s the choice, it’s either that or be left behind with Lindsey.”
”That’s not entirely true. You’ve agreed to be my partner Buff; I wouldn’t leave you behind. I simply wouldn’t go … why do you care anyway?”
“I don’t … never mind, let’s just drive.” Hmm, better to back off.
“No, you’re obviously upset about this.”
“I’m not upset, I’m just annoyed that you think I’d be so stupid.”
“Buffy, it’s not that I think you’d be stupid but you have to realize, some of these people dislike your father just as much, perhaps even more than I did. Quentin wasn’t the only person connected to Ethan who got burned by his prosecution. So, it’s not that I’m worried that you’ll make a scene or that people will recognize you and betray me; none of them is foolish or moral enough for that. But I am worried that people will recognize you and react … badly. You have been protected all of your life so you have no idea how much resentment there is out there for Hank. The minute they find out that you’re Hank’s daughter the daggers will fly. Some may merely send loathsome glances your way, others may actually see you the way I did. I’ve known these people long enough to know what they’re capable of. It wouldn’t be a big deal if it were only one or two of them but we’re talking about a room full of people who really don’t think very highly of Hank Summers. That is what I mean by the situation being too unpredictable. I refuse to subject you to that.”
Suddenly deflated Buffy paused; she really hadn’t looked at it that way. Thinking over his words, she asked, “Won’t they still find out?”
“Actually, I suspect some already have and I can guarantee they are dying from curiosity, although none of them would dare ask me point blank about it. Other than Quentin none of them is entirely aware of where things stand between us, they’re probably waiting to see what I do next.”
“Do you mean if they find out that you’re not torturing me night and day then they may see you as a threat?”
“Hmm, I suppose that’s one way of looking at it, that’s always a possibility but if anything they’d probably applaud my boldness in the entire matter. To be honest, I’m not exactly hiding who you are from them; I’m just not advertising it. Those who know probably expect me to bring you to this thing to put you on display like some trophy so they can all take a good look and enjoy themselves at your expense. I really don’t want to deal with that right now. Although I do business with most of them, Quentin is the only one I truly respect so regarding the rest of them, my relationship with you is none of their business. And as for me being a threat to them, well, that’s nothing new. I’ve always been a threat to them and they know crossing me would be suicide. I know enough about their dirty dealings to keep them in line so I seriously doubt they’d come after me directly … you on the other hand … let’s just say they can be cruel.”
“So why did Quentin invite me?”
“Not sure, like the rest of them I think he’s curious about you but for different reasons, he wants to know more about the young lady who took me off the market. I think that’s why he just ‘happened’ to be passing by while we were on our ride. See, although he really does dislike your father very much I think much of his hatred was directed towards my uncle, Holtz. While most of my father’s associates were trying to salvage what they could of their fortunes and squabbling over power, Quentin was one of the few people aware of what really happened to my mother and I after the trial. So in the grand scheme of things, Hank wasn’t the biggest villain in his book. That’s why he and Lindsey are a bit twitchy around each other; they’re not openly hostile but Quentin’s hatred for Holtz colors his opinion of Lindsey somewhat and well, Lindsey is very much aware of it. They do try to get along for my sake but I wouldn’t leave them alone for very long. Anyway, as for this dinner, Quentin probably figures that as long as you’re with me it won’t get out of hand and for the most part that’s true, but I’d just rather avoid an uncomfortable situation. I’ll invite him over for dinner some other time.”
At the still concerned look on her face, “Look at me Buff.” When she reluctantly met his eyes he held her chin, “You are precious to me, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” When she still seemed uncertain, he took her hand and softly pressed it to his lips before maneuvering the car back onto the road.

Arriving at the villa, Angel opened the car door for her and escorted her to her room. She’d been quiet ever since their conversation. When they got to her door, they looked at each other awkwardly, neither sure how to proceed.
“May I come in, perhaps we can rest for a while?”
Her stomach instantly tightened into knots. “I-I don’t know … after last night, I’m not sure I can.”
“We don’t have to do anything Buff. We can just rest, same as last night … it doesn’t have to go further.”
Considering it briefly, “Ok we can rest but give me twenty minutes, I want to freshen up a bit.”
“Tell you what, I’ll come back in thirty minutes.”
She nodded then entered the room, closing the door behind her.

Entering her bedroom, Buffy quickly went to the closet and pulled out some clean clothes, taking them into the bathroom with her. As much as she enjoyed being around horses, she didn’t relish smelling like them. And she didn’t trust Angel enough not to try anything while she was in the shower. Stepping into the spray, she quickly washed her hair and conditioned it while she washed up. Minutes later, she emerged from the steamy bathroom in her fluffy robe after deciding it was far too hot to get dressed in there. Seeing that Angel had yet to appear, she returned to the closet and quickly dressed. By the time he arrived, she was lying in the bed scanning a magazine.
When he knocked, she simply called out to him from her position. She was too nervous to move.
He entered carrying a small kit and a book. At her questioning look, he offered, “I thought you might like this.”
“And what is that?” She asked skeptically.
“This is a massage kit. It’s just a few soothing body oils and candles to help you relax.” When she raised an eyebrow at his presumptuousness, he amended, “Only if you feel up to it of course.” He then rested it on a nearby nightstand as she eyed it warily.
“And the book? That better not be a guide to the Kama Sutra.”
Angel nearly choked on his laughter, “No, it’s not but I do have one if you’re interested.” When she glared, “Baby, this is just a novel, it’s called The Maltese Falcon. I thought I’d read while we rest.”
When she voiced no further opposition, he eased himself into the bed next to her. Lying back, he propped up the pillows under his head before stretching his hand out to her. Moving into his embrace, she lied back onto his chest as his arms enveloped her. Settling into comfortable positions, they soon turned to their reading.

Eventually Buffy tired of her magazine and began shifting against him to get more comfortable. Noticing how restless she was, he asked, “Would you like me to get you something else to read?”
“Um, no, I’m tired.”
“Hmm, you seem to be tired a lot lately.”
Glaring at him, “Well excuse me, I didn’t know the Sleep Patrol was monitoring my every wink.”
Smiling, “I’m not, I’m sorry if I’m being overbearing. You’ve been under a lot of stress, that’s probably why you feel so drained.”
“True … and I’m sure that glass of chardonnay during lunch isn’t helping.”
Smirking, “Baby, you had less than half a glass before I had to take it from you because you were giggling so hysterically. I made sure you had nothing but water after that.”
“Well you insisted that I try it after I told you I don’t drink.”
“More like you shouldn’t drink.”
When she rested her head on his chest, he gently ran her hands through her slightly damp hair. “Would you mind if I read to you?”
“As long as it’s not that poem.” She warned.
Chuckling softly, “No need to worry about that; I won’t go anywhere near that poem.”
He then began giving her a quick summary of what he had read so far. During his narration, she interrupted, “Um, the title sounds familiar, is this also a movie?”
“Uh, yes. Have you seen it?”
“No, I think my mother has it though for when she’s in her TCM mood.”
“TCM?”
“Turner Classic Movies.” She clarified.
“Ah, well the film was actually very good. Humphrey Bogart was an exceptional Sam Spade. But there is just something about reading it... I think you’ll really enjoy it.”
“Ok, well I’m listening.”
“Good.” He snuggled against her as he continued reading.

An hour later, Buffy was still awake and listening intently to Angel’s surprisingly animated narration. When he reached the end of the chapter, he slipped a bookmark in place. “If I recall someone wanted to sleep a while ago, are you still tired?”
“Yes but the story is interesting.”
“We can read more later, I promise.” He smiled as he rested book on the nightstand. Then leaning over, he lightly pecked the tip of her nose.
Briefly their eyes met and for a moment they were lost in each other.
Then he felt her tense.
“You should rest, it’ll be dinner time in a few hours.”
She nodded, suddenly self conscious and very much aware of his closeness.
Caressing her hair, he made a quick decision, “You sleep. I’ll be back in a while ok.”
“Ok.” She whispered as he kissed her forehead then quietly left the room.

Pausing just outside the bedroom, Angel took several deep breaths. God! How he wanted her. But it was still too soon; she wasn’t ready. He knew if he touched her now, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Instead he needed to work his ass off in his gym and then take an ice cold shower. Hell, he’d masturbate if he had to, anything to take the edge off.

Hours later when he returned, Buffy was still fast asleep. Not waking her, he slid in, slipping his arms around her. Thankfully, he no longer felt like he was about to explode and could handle being this close to her without losing control.
As dinnertime approached, he gently began massaging her lower back, rousing her. Slowly drifting awake, Buffy gradually became aware of the hand caressing her. The touch was all too familiar. Angel.
Turning to him, she kept her eyes closed as she spoke, “I see you never give up.”
“No … I never do … are you hungry?”
“Hmmm, not really. Maybe I’ll have something later.”
“Ok.” He murmured as he continued massaging her.
When she didn’t protest his ministrations, he continued stroking her back, slowly making his way up to her shoulders.
Buffy was keenly aware of what he was doing but she didn’t resist. She knew this moment would come eventually. Granted, she doubted it would happen that night, especially if she froze up again but she knew that at some point she would have to sleep with him. No matter what he said about being patient and waiting for her, there was no getting around that. And the sooner she did it, the sooner she could try to get home. Maybe a massage, and a few more glasses of very strong wine, might actually help her relax. Heaven knew if she was going to do this she definitely needed to relax.

Suddenly the scent of lavender permeated the room when Angel opened one of his oil bottles. Holding it in front of her he waited for her nodded consent before he rolled up the back of her blouse, unhooked her bra and poured a small amount in his hands. Rubbing the fragrant oil into her skin, he massaged from her shoulders down to the small of her back and back again, taking care to work out every knot he could find. She was incredibly tense. As he touched her, Buffy concentrated on breathing deeply and staying calm. Forcing her mind from whom was massaging her, she focused instead on the almost hypnotic rhythm of his technique as he hands glided along her back, her mind drifting. For twenty-five minutes his hands danced across her skin until she felt like jelly beneath him.
His task done, he put away his oils before gently pulling her blouse back in place.
Surprised that he hadn’t tried anything, Buffy rolled over curiously.
“How did that feel?”
“Like you magically removed my spine and now I am completely boneless.”
Smiling, “Well, that’s what I was going for.”
Lying next to her, he smiled when she rested her head on his chest. They just seemed to fit together so perfectly.
Then Angel reached for her hand and tenderly began kissing her fingertips, slowly advancing upward. Reaching her wrist, he gently rolled them until he was on his side and partly hovering over her. Capturing her gaze, his finger lightly traced her cheekbones, down her neck and along her collarbone.
Lost in the warm chocolate depths of his eyes, Buffy never knew when their mouths met. She was only vaguely aware of his weight on her as his luscious mouth explored hers. Their kiss started slow and gentle but quickly escalated to an incredibly torrid fusion. Their mouths mated frantically, their frenzied pace increasing by the moment, fueled by desperation and unfulfilled longing. They couldn’t kiss hard enough, long enough. Having to breathe was becoming a nuisance. Buffy felt like she was drifting on a wave of feeling, somehow she was transported away from it all and all she could do was feel. The effects were somewhat delayed but the soothing oils had made her skin ultra sensitive and wherever he touched her she felt small ripples of tingling sensation. There was a hell of a lot more than lavender in that oil. As he kissed her, Buffy ignored the impulse to pull away. She was determined to make it through this. Following his lead, she abandoned herself to it; giving herself over to the intoxicating pleasure he was giving her.
Pulling her blouse over her head, Angel fervently kissed her bare neck and shoulders, lavishing her with adoration. Inching his way down her body, he pushed her bra aside, latching onto her nipple and suckling voraciously while fondling the other. Buffy cried out when he latched onto her, her senses on overload as the rapidly swelling waves of sensation surged to her core. Angel had barely touched her and she could already feel herself getting wet. She felt beyond boneless; her entire body alight with sensation. She was breathing so heavily she was certain the entire house could hear her.
Closely watching her responses and listening to her soft moans, Angel slowed down, taking his time to pleasure her. He hadn’t expected her to respond quite so enthusiastically to the effects of the oil but then again, she couldn’t handle alcohol either. But despite her rather exuberant response, he didn’t want to rush this and was glad he had taken the edge off his needs. Fortunately, he now had enough control that he could spend the entire evening concentrating completely on her. Granted, he felt a tad guilty for not exactly warning her about the effects of the oil but it wasn’t impairing her judgment, just heightening and intensifying her sensitivity, something she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying.
Now, he was ready to blow her mind.

Carefully freeing her arms from her bra, he eased himself down next to her and gently rubbed her nipples, ensuring to massage the remaining oil on his fingers into her supple flesh. Softly blowing on the erect peaks, he listened as she gasped in surprise. Slowly kissing his way up to her neck, he paused momentarily until she opened her eyes. Then taking her hand, he kissed each finger before murmuring, “You only have to say no.”
When she said nothing, he pulled his shirt off and placed her hand on his chest. Then holding her gaze, guided it along his torso. He wanted her to feel as in control as possible. Following his lead, Buffy closed her eyes and allowed herself to touch him, her hand soon moving on its own accord. Despite all the times they’d been together, she had never really touched him like this before.
Rolling them, he pulled her on top and remained still while she hesitantly explored him. Eyes still closed, she straddled him while lightly caressing his shoulders down to his pelvis and back again. Feeling the muscles of his lean body rippling under her touch, she vividly recalled his sexual prowess and intensity. Concentrating on the moment, she slowly surrendered to his passion and for the first time sensed the power she could wield with it. Continuing her tactile exploration, she finally opened her eyes and looked at him.
Gazing up at his golden goddess, he saw the look in her eye and could no longer resist her. Sitting up he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hungrily, engaging her tongue in a fierce battle. Their kisses were long and wet and heated. Running his hands along her back, he deepened the kiss when he felt her shiver in response. They had no idea how long they stayed like that, each kiss melding with another until finally Angel pulled her down with him and rolled them. Settling between her thighs, he positioned his length at her core and holding her gaze, gently thrust against her. Buffy gasped at how much she could feel him through the layers of clothes between them. She briefly wondered if he knew just how wet she was.
Watching the emotions play across her face, he lowered his head and again suckled her breasts, licking and teasing each peak relentlessly. Propelling her higher, he continued suckling while slipping his hand into her sweats, gently fondling her sex through her panties. Pressing the heel of his palm to her clit, he shifted his fingers in a deep circular motion against her core, the dual stimulation making her cry out. Feeling how wet she was, he concentrated intently on making her come. Doubling his efforts, he continued suckling and stroking her until Buffy was writhing beneath him, her hands clutching his hair in earnest. Quickening his pace, he positioned himself so he could gently grind his length against her while still stroking her sex. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for him but it was well worth it when she groaned and tightened her grip in his hair. Feeling her hips rising instinctively to meet his thrusts, Angel began rubbing her clit harder with his thumb, making her wetter. Buffy bucked wildly against him, her response encouraging him to continue. Intensifying the stimulation, he suckled ravenously as he stroked her; he knew she was close. Buffy was getting too hot, her breathing too erratic when suddenly a wave of moist heat flooded through her as she cried her release, her entire body shaking. Drawing out her crisis, he continued sucking her nipples and flicking her clit through her damp underwear, triggering wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Slowly bringing her down, Angel left her breast and pressed soft kisses to her lips as he eased the pressure on her sex. As the aftershocks of her climax diminished and her breathing slowed, he pulled her into his arms and quietly pulled the covers over them. That was as far as he would take her for now.

Some time later Buffy stirred. She was on her stomach, lying partly under Angel, the sheets loosely draped over them. They were both still topless and she could feel the taut muscles of his chest flex against her back as he gently kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. Remaining still, she was unsure what to do or what to say. This was possibly the most awkward moment of her life.
Sensing she was awake, Angel grasped her hand, gently entwining their fingers then whispered, “Feel like raiding the kitchen?”
Surprised by his suggestion, she turned and rolled from under him, covering her bare chest with part of the sheet.
At her raised eyebrow, “Well, do you?”
“Sure … but … I need to …” She stopped, not sure how to say that she was uncomfortable with their nudity, which was absolutely silly considering what they just did.
Noting the close grip she had on the sheet, he realized what the problem was. Taking the hint, he pecked her on the forehead before leaning over and locating both their tops. Placing hers next to her, he pulled his over his head then moved from the bed into the bathroom where he began washing his face. Speaking to her, he continued their polite conversation, ensuring she knew exactly where he was by his voice while giving her several moments to put on her blouse and compose herself.
When she came to the bathroom door awkwardly holding another pair of sweats and what he thought might be clean underwear, he politely gave her the privacy she needed. A few minutes later, they left the room for the kitchen.

Walking into the large kitchen, Angel turned on the lights and patted a stool at the center island, gesturing for her to sit. Opening the large stainless steel fridge, he called off the various items that were ready to eat. After a little back and forth, Angel pulled out the honey-roasted ham, provolone, oatmeal bread and a few salad ingredients while Buffy raided the cupboards. Snacking on whole-wheat crackers and a few baby carrots, Buffy watched as he whipped up two yummy-looking sandwiches and a small garden salad. Their small feast prepared, Angel cleaned up and placed everything onto a serving tray to carry upstairs to her room. Buffy carried the drinks. Settling on the floor of the sitting area in her room, they dove in while watching some television.

Joyce sat on the balcony of Dawn’s bedroom, a blanket thrown over her shoulders. It was getting late but she wasn’t ready to turn in. Gazing out at the night’s sky, she couldn’t stop her mind from wondering. Somewhere out there was her little girl.
Recalling their last conversation, she hoped that one day soon she and the girls would have that picnic on the beach. But all signs pointed against it. Earlier that day the FBI completed its forensic investigation of Buffy’s apartment and removed the yellow crime scene tape. Joyce and Dawn had then gone to collect some clothes, the mail, and a few valuables and sentimental items that Buffy would most likely want secured. Afterwards, they covered all of her furniture to protect it and closed up her apartment, locking it until Buffy came home and decided what to do with it. After spending weeks searching for the perfect apartment and delving into her trust fund to purchase it, Joyce doubted she’d want to sell it.
When they got back to the house, placing Buffy’s belongings back in her room was probably the hardest thing Joyce had done since this entire nightmare began. Being surrounded by her childhood photos and possessions reminded her of just how young Buffy was. She’d been so grown up and independent since graduating from college that it was hard to believe that only a few short years ago she was running around the house fighting with Dawn over clothes or anxiously waiting for a boy to call. But no matter how grown up she appeared, in many ways Buffy was still little more than a girl. That she still slept with Mr. Gordo testified to that. Thinking of Angelus Rayne, as much as she hated him Joyce hoped he too realized how young Buffy was; that he was treating her decently. Granted, she knew the terrible things he had done but she also knew that he had developed some kind of feeling for Buffy. Whatever he felt she prayed it was enough to appease his hatred and still his hand. The situation was hard enough; she needed to believe that Buffy wasn’t being brutalized.
Pulling the blanket closer, she curled up in her chair. Buffy would be home soon.

The following morning, Buffy slowly woke. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch while watching The Insider but now she was warmly tucked in bed next to a familiar male body. They were both still fully dressed.
Shifting, she faced the man who until some hours ago had been kissing her senseless after their late night snack. Angel. Wasn’t he a piece of work? Thinking back over their heavy make out session, she wondered why he stopped. Not that she was complaining but she had expected him to take her fully but he didn’t, choosing to get her off instead. She flushed uncomfortably at the streak of heat that laced through her at the vivid memory, she’d never get used to the illicit things he did to her. Well that was probably a good thing. But now that they were intimate again, she wondered if anything would really change between them, what exactly was her standing in the house? She knew Angel was suspicious of her, not to mention Lindsey and the others. She’d have to postpone her agenda at least until her movement around the house wasn’t being so closely monitored. She absolutely could not afford to get caught. Thinking over her plans, she ignored the small pang of guilt over what she was doing. As sick as he was, Angel really seemed to feel something for her and although she could never return the feeling, toying with him just felt wrong. Not to mention dangerous. No matter what he had done to her, sinking to his level made her feel truly uncomfortable. This was not how she was raised. But she needed to do something and she needed an ally. She had thought at first that Lindsey would help her but now she had no idea where she stood with him and to be honest, she wasn’t very comfortable with him anymore. At least she knew how Angel felt about her and what he wanted. She could bargain with that. And truthfully, of all the people in that house, Angel was the one with the power to do the most for her. In the end, everything came back to him anyway. She didn’t need the middleman. So in the meantime, what was she going to do? Taking it slow, she decided to get up and take a shower.

Standing under the hot spray, Buffy slowly washed up and cleansed her hair, taking her time to soak in all the luxuriating warmth of the steam shower. After about thirty minutes, she finally pulled herself away and pulled on her robe. Walking out of the bathroom, she heard Angel talking to someone on the balcony. Standing on the side, she saw that he was freshly shaven, his hair was still very wet and he was dressed in his bathrobe, sitting at the table with Lindsey. He must have showered in the other room while she was in the bathroom. Listening to their conversation briefly, she realized that they were just casually talking about cricket of all things. Apparently a game was on last night and Lindsey was filling him in. Rolling her eyes, she continued going about her business before she got caught. She needed to get dressed.
Standing before her extensive wardrobe in her robe and underwear, Buffy looked at the various skirts and blouses before settling on a pair of jeans and a tank; she couldn’t bring herself to wear a skirt just yet. That was far too easy access for Angel.
Then suddenly there was a knock on the closet door. Speak of the devil.
Not even bothering to ask who it was, she adjusted the belt on her robe and then opened the door questioningly.
The intense look in Angel’s eyes sent an instant chill down her spine; the chill of anticipation. Stepping back, she felt herself flushing instantly, an anxious tightening in the pit of her stomach. She knew exactly what was on his mind and so did her body as evidenced by the moisture she could already feel pooling between her thighs.
When he closed the closet door behind him and moved towards her, she swallowed hard. “Um, where’s Lindsey?” She asked, her voice so husky that she had to clear her throat and repeat herself.
“He’s gone.” Angel on the other hand didn’t even try to cover his intent as his eyes raked over her.
Buffy felt like shrinking into the wall. She knew what he wanted and God help her because she knew she would not stop him. Something about the way he looked at her took her breath away. He moved so gracefully and fluidly, stalking her like a predator. She felt like a deer caught in the headlights.
Leading her over to a wall in the dressing area, he held her gaze, wordlessly seeking her consent before kneeling before her and untying her robe. He inhaled sharply at the sight of her body in her bra and panties. “You are absolutely delectable, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“WHAT?” She exclaimed as her heart skipped a beat. She knew what he intended and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time but somehow hearing him say the words still shocked her.
“Don’t be shy Buff. I know you love it when I go down on you. The way you moan and scream, and how hard you come, I know you want it.” She flushed scarlet, her knees almost buckling. Did he have to be so damn explicit?
“T-That’s not true. I don’t like … when you do that.” Her voice was weak and nervous, lacking all conviction.
“Really? I don’t satisfy you?” Not buying that for a second he decided to humor her, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to stay down there until I get it right.” He smiled evilly as his hands slid into her robe.
Gripping the waist of her panties, he held her gaze as he effortlessly slid them down her legs. Holding her hand, he held her steady as she stepped out of them. Casting them aside, he kneeled up and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. Kneeling before her, he took a moment to take in all she was before nursing greedily at her breast. Listening intently to her responses, her every gasp and moan told him exactly where to touch her, how to touch her. He loved feeling her shiver and flinch in response to his ministrations, her soft whimpers echoing her pleasure. Before long she was squeezing her thighs so tightly that he knew she was losing control. Taunting her, he prolonged his suckling, concentrating intently on each nipple, teasing it until her soft moans grew to breathy cries. Kissing along the valley of her breasts and down to her navel, Angel lightly traced along her inner thigh with his finger, slowly gliding up to her sex. Gently brushing against her, he watched for her to pull away before lightly stroking her clit. When she didn’t pull away but simply inhaled sharply, he eagerly placed her thighs onto his shoulders as he gently spread her before him. Flicking his tongue over her nub, he listened to her sharp gasp as he swirled his tongue along her sex. Then pulling the skin of her clit back, he sucked hard. Buffy cried out as she reflexively bucked against him. Holding her hips in place, he sucked relentlessly, licking and tickling her clit until she was keening loudly. Grasping the wall behind her for support, Buffy closed her eyes as a wave of moisture flooded from her. As the copious moisture poured from her, he slowly eased a finger into her core. Buffy groaned loudly. Nearly groaning himself at how tight she was, Angel knew he had to take his time before fucking her. He didn’t want the sex to hurt. Withdrawing, he slowly thrust his finger deep within her again and again as he languorously licked the tip of her clit. From her loud shrieks, he knew he was driving her wild. Penetrating her as deeply as possible with his finger, he slowly withdrew it and as promised, licked away her essence, tasting her before plunging his tongue into her depths. Devouring her, his thumb stroked her clit circularly, each time caressing the tip and sending a bolt of sensation ripping through her. Ravenously feasting on her sex, his tongue delved deeper and deeper as he spread her increasingly wider. Buffy was writhing wildly against the wall, her hands tightly grasping his hair, her shrieks getting louder and more desperate as he ate her mercilessly.
Then suddenly he withdrew his tongue and slowly plunged his finger into her again, then withdrawing it, replaced it with two. Thrusting into her depths, he renewed his onslaught on her clit, his tongue worrying the sensitive pearl till Buffy was babbling mindlessly. Her cries only spurred him on and soon he was pumping into her vigorously, the dual stimulation rapidly driving her to orgasm. She was so close he could feel the initial clenching of her impending crisis. Then finally, he released her hips and with his free hand, slowly reached up to her breasts and simultaneously squeezed her nipple while sucking her clit and fingering her. Opening her eyes at the new sensation, Buffy caught a glimpse of them in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. The reflected image of Angel’s head planted firmly between her spread thighs sent her over the edge. Instantly, her orgasm ignited, blazing through her like wild fire as she screamed his name. Feeling her orgasmic clenching around his fingers, he held her in place and continued sucking her nub, prolonging her pleasure until she started trembling uncontrollably. Gradually easing the pressure, he eventually moved up her body and gathered her in his arms as she slumped against the wall. Picking her up, he carried her out of the closet, resting her on the bed, giving her a short break before starting again. After all, he had a young lady to please.


tbc ...


A/N: Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging for long.