Reprise Revised
Encounters
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
wrap her brain around seeing Spike alive, and around what he had said
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.
“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.
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.
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.
Watching Buffy fight the three vamps was an aphrodisiac for the
demon and the man in Angel. His senses
always kicked into overdrive when he watched her slay.
moving so quickly and full of power, yet graceful and beautiful in a timeless
dance. He couldn’t imagine seeing her
like this and not thinking of her gorgeous, supple limbs moving just as
powerfully and gracefully against and around his body while their mouths were
locked together. The sounds of her
grunts as she connected her fists and feet with vampire flesh were groans of
pleasure to his ears, the smell of her sweat and adrenaline enflamed his
desire. All of these stimulated his
senses so that his mind was reeling and the front of the leather pants that he
had put on to stalk her tonight were bulging with his erection.
three vamps, the third drew a knife and sliced into her shoulder with one last
wild swipe.
Angel smelled her blood, tasted it in the air, remembered a
time when he had been allowed to drink that blood in an incredibly sensual
embrace, smelling her arousal and feeling her orgasm pulsing in her body and in
her blood as he nearly drained her. He
lost a little control then, his demon taking control of his face, his eyes
burning golden, emitting a ferocious growl that was nearly too loud and only
covered by the sounds of the last seconds of her fight with the vampire.
in a circle, canvassing the alley with a slight frown on her face.
bit, and she gently probed her shoulder to assess the damage.
Angel panted, struggling with his demon and desire, and the
struggle was made even more difficult than u by by his rage and his feelings
of emptiness and despair. It was hard to
restrain the demonic urges when they were little different than those of the
man. She was supposed to be his,
damnit! He was supposed to be earning
his redemption, getting his Shanshu so that they could be together.
allowing Wolfram & Hart to manipulate him, and allowing Spike to move in
and not only replace him in Buffy’s life,
but replace him in his duty to protect the innocent.
Buffy took one last look around her before she set off
again. Angel paused to let her get a
head-start, and only started his hunt again when his desire had subsided to a
dull throb and his face had returned to normal.
He tracked her back to her hotel, watched the light in her room flick on
as he stood on the rooftop of the building next to it, saw her strip down as
she headed to the bathroom, and he couldn’t hold back the roar of the predator
inside him any longer.
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Buffy sat down on the edge of the bed and continued to
towel-dry her hair. She didn’t feel
better after her slaying outage. If
anything, she felt more agitated, more pumped, and strangely more . . .
aroused. “Hungry and horny,” Buffy
murmured with a smirk, thinking back to her first encounter with Faith- before
all of the badness, and before her return to the good side.
slayer. One thing you could always say
about Faith, no matter what side she was fighting on, was that she was in control
of her sexuality and was never afraid of a good time.
in Faith’s energy for a short while, and smiled at her memory of savoring the
feelings invoked by the slay with a round of uninhibited dancing at the
Bronze. As always, her thoughts quickly
turned to spying Angel and his jealous glower, jumping on him and wrapping her
legs around his waist, feeling him pressed against her core through the leather
of her pants.
Buffy uttered a strangled sigh and tried unsuccessfully to
push Angel out of her mind. She hadn’t
been able to do it all day, and during her patrol he had felt so close but she
was never able to locate him. She
glanced at the clock, and quickly jumping to her feet, she made the decision to
go out and try to work out the excess energy at a club just like that night long
ago at the Bronze. She’d even have time
to sleep in tomorrow before getting to the airport to catch her flight back to
low-cut front and even lower cut back
and a pair of high-heeled strappy silver sandals that were so girly and
so unlike anything even *she* could wear to slay in.
wearing long and naturally wavy, and quickly applied her make-up.
Buffy looked at herself in the mirror and once again appreciated
what her new curves could do to fill out the right clothes.
skirt this short since high school. If
she was completely honest with herself, she had to admit that part of her
confidence tonight came from being alone and anonymous in a large city where
very few people knew her and none of those who did were going to be anywhere
near her tonight. She highly doubted
that the Wolfram &aHartHart crowd went club-hopping, and even Spike was more
likely to hit a strip-club than a dance club.
“Incognito, baby—tonight I’m just a normal woman going out
to get my groove on,” she said to her reflection before grabbing her bag and
heading out the door.
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Angel watched her get ready from the roof-top, and his blood
continued to boil with both wrath and want.
She’s going out to meet him,
he seethed. He continued watching as she
left her room, saw her exit the revolving doors of the hotel, and get into a
cab.
He jumped from roof-top to roof-top, following her to a
nightclub called Pulse. There was a
long-line of scantily clad people behind a velvet rope, but when the bouncer
saw Buffy approach, he gestured her right through with a leering
once-over. Angel didn’t think the fury
he felt could be any more potent until he saw the man with his eyes on *his*
Buffy. He waited only moments before
following her to the door. The bouncer
took one look at the big, clearly powerful man in front of him dressed all in
black with an even blacker stare, and he stepped aside to let Angel brush past
him. It took all of Angel’s control to
keep walking, to not grab the man by the throat and squeeze until his face
turned shades of blue and his eyes bulged.
Angel pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes scanning
the room until he found her at the bar, the bartender handing her a drink, and
the man sitting on the barstool closest to her picking up her tab.
slowly away. His gaze followed her as
she walked to a table in the far corner, focusing first on her golden hair,
shining even in the dim light as it cascaded just past her shoulders, then on
the smooth skin of her shoulders, the knife wound the vamp had given her
earlier already mostly healed. His eyes
lingered on her sinuous back, thouroghly exposed in the tiny red dress she was
wearing. It hugged her hips and grazed
her delectable backside before ending well above her knees.
begged to be kissed. Given the chance he
would touch his mouth to the point behindh knh knee, tease it lightly with his
tongue, feel her squirm in pleasure as he moved down her muscular calves and
into the sensitive arch of each of her tiny feet.
He was torturing himself, and the pain was far greater than
any he had ever experienced before. He
wanted her more than he ever had, and he knew that he was the furthest from
having her than he ever had been. Even
if he hadn’t seen the hurt and betrayal in her eyes when she had confronted him
this morning, he had known she didn’t trust him anymore.
her trust, her love, had been shattered when he saw her in Spike’s arms, saw
Spike’s lips on hers. No metal, no wood,
no bullet could ever cause his soul the kind of anguish he was in, just
watching her walk across the floor and realizing that he didn’t have a place in
her life. He couldn’t respect what he
had become- how could he expect her to?
Angel found a space in the shadows against the wall and
leaned against it, waiting for Spike to show up.
happened, but he suspected that whatever it was would involve the crunch of
knuckles against bone. His lips turned
up into a feral smirk.
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He’s here, Buffy thought with certainty as she walked away
from the bar with her chocolate martini.
She could feel him, feel his eyes burn into her hotly as she walked
across the room. Her pulse quickened,
and she was torn between giving into the thrill of his presence and holding
onto her still fierce anger at him for keeping information from her yet
again. Gah!
thoughts and feelings, she thought.
Buffy decided to do her best to try to forget him, to lose herself in
the loud pulsing thump of the music and the tangle of bodies on the dance
floor. She quickly downed her martini,
set her glass on the table, and made her way through the crowd to join the
crush.
In no time she was
surrounded by men and women who had been drawn to her alluringly sexy movements
and she moved with them, momentarily forgetting who she was, what she was,
where her body ended and the others’ began.
Could she help it if the tingle at the base of her spine, the spreading
warmth in her lower belly, prevented her from completely forgetting
provocatively than usual, that she allowed the strangers who were dancing so
close to her touch her a little more intimately than her level of comfort would
normally allow?
Buffy opened her eyes and paused for a moment as she saw a
man with platinum blonde hair approaching her.
Spike? As he got closer, though,
she saw that the darkness had masked his features and that it wasn’t Spike
after all. The man pushed his way into
the throng around her and began dancing behind her, his arm snaking around her
waist, the side of his head resting on her hair.
slayer strength to convince the guy to back off just a little when she heard a
snarl behind her and the man was gone.
Buffy whirled around. There
his face that she had ever seen.
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Angel watched her as she danced—if that’s what you wanted to
call it. Personally, Angel thought it
looked more like foreplay. take his eyes off of her. The way she
moved was primal, as though she was one with the music (if you could call it
that) and the dancers around her. He was
torn between finding the display incredibly erotic and wanting to tear the
people around her into little pieces for having the audacity to look at her,
much less dance with her like that. He
had to remind himself that he had no claim on her now—hell, she hadn’t really
been his for years. He had put up with
that boy-man Riley, because he thought he might be good for her.
Angel nearly vamped out at the thought.
Buffy. No fucking way is he going to
touch her, not here, not now, thought Angel.
He snarled and quickly pushed his way through the crowd, toward her and
that murdering bastard who dared to think he was good enough to touch her, to
love her. When he reached them, he put a
hand on Spike’s shoulder and spun him around, ripping his hands off of Buffy.
“Sp. . .,” he started to say, and was stopped short by the
sight of a man who was definitely not Spike in front of him, a man who
nevertheless saw the look on Angel’s face and quickly started to back
away. In fact, all of the people who had
been dancing with Buffy found other dance partners so fast that in an instant,
Angel was left facing Buffy. She quickly
masked the surprised look on her face.
Being this close to her after watching her all night wreaked
havoc on Angel’s senses. She looked . .
. amazing. From the back, her dress had
been tantalizing, but from the front it was even better.
perspiration that marked the sides of her breasts, breasts that were plumper
than he remembered, breasts that were peaking out from the deep center plunge
of the neckline of the halter dress. It
seemed that time stood still as he watched a tiny bead of sweat break free from
her honey skin and dribble slowly down her chest, toward her stomach, hidden
from his eyes. He longed to run his
mouth down the same path. He wanted to
touch his tongue to every spot of her skin, test whether she tasted like
vanilla too. He was as hard as he had
ever been is lis long unlife, and all he could do was stand in front of her and
stare. All of these thoughts passed
through his mind in a millisecond, and then he wasn’t capable of thought at
all.
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Buffy quickly masked her look of surprise, and just took a
moment to stare into Angel’s dark, fiery eyes.
He looked so . . . amazing. Even
the way he was glaring at her, angry, she couldn’t fail to think how beautiful
he was. Her body was singing at being so
close to him, she could smell him- a unique blend of cologne and something dark
and unidentifiable.
Then the beat of one of her favorite songs battled its way
into her overloaded senses.
Ah, ah....
Ah, ah....
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
She felt irresistibly drawn to him, wanted to feel his body
and hands on hers. She closed the
half-step distance between them, closed her eyes, and began moving against him,
letting the music and her desire guide her body.
Angel stood completely still and willed himself not to grab
her and take her back to his penthouse apartment, keeping her there forever.
I will cry
for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray
for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
She opened her eyes and stared into his.
him. She couldn’t help wanting to punish
him, and herself, with this hot, taunting movement against his body.
that she had only heard in her dreams since the time he was dying and drinking
from her over 4 years ago.
Angel looked into her eyes and couldn’t suppress the
vocalization of his desire. His arm
whipped out and wrapped around her waste, pulling her closer, pressing her
against him so that she had enough room to continue her seduction, but close
enough that he could feel every one of her curves as she did so, and close
enough that she wouldn’t be able to miss his raging erection.
just like she had when she had forced him to watch her dance nearly as suggestively
with Xander years ago, but she wasn’t as innocent now and he wanted to punish
her right back.
Their eyes locked, they communicated all the anger and
desire they felt for each other. It was
a miracle that the entire club didn’t explode from the barely suppressed
emotions of the slayer and her vampire.
See your
face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
Buffy pressed herself against him as she moved with erotic
abandon. She felt his hardness pressing
into her, and she could barely breathe because of it.
of the things that had happened between them melted away and she was left only
with her need.
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
Buffy continued her assault on Angel’s senses, and when the
smell of her arousal flooded him, his demon leapt free and his face
morphed. Angel quickly dipped his face
toward Buffy to hide the transformation, catching her lips in a hard, deep
kiss. She returned this kiss with force,
and pushed her tongue into his mouth, running it along his fabefobefore
withdrawing it and lightly biting down on his lower lip.
If it was possible, Angel lost even more control and he
picked Buffy up in his arms, refusing to break the passionate kiss.
there, with everyone watching.
I would die
for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you....
Buffy vaguely heard the last words of the song fade away as
Angel kicked open the back door of the club, carrying her into the dark,
deserted alley behind the building. The
bass of the music continued to thrum in her ears, even out here in the alley,
but she wasn’t paying attention to it.
She was paying attention to
his mouth devouring hers, the animal sounds he was making were driving her to
distraction—and she suspected she was making similar sounds.
He set her down, and when her legs buckled beneath her, he
supported her weight with one hand on her ass, and pushed her back against the
rough brick wall. Angel struggled for a
moment to get his demon in control, and then, groaning, gave up when he heard
one of her shoes drop to the pavement as she lifted her legs and wrapped them
around his waist. He was pressed against
her and he could feel the heat emanating from the center of her
femininity. The smell of her- vanilla,
sweat, and dripping arousal- was intoxicating, and he tangled his free hand in
her hair to pull her mouth closer if possible.
She struggled for a moment, and he was afraid she was going to run, but
she just disengaged her mouth from his, took a deep breath, and glanced at him
with heavily lidded eyes before returning to teasing his mouth and fangs with
her lips and tongue.
Buffy knew she should stop, knew she must stop, but the almost 6 years of yearning were too much and the
only thoughts her mind was capable of at the moment were pounding through
her: wantwantneedangelgodwantwantneed.
Her hands ran from his face to the
front of his shirt and after a brief struggle with a button, Buffy whimpered in
frustration and ripped it open with one quick movement.
neck. With her hands roaming across the
marble perfection of his chest, Buffy continued her assault on his neck,
grazing it lightly with her teeth and then following the same path with her
tongue. He was panting, pressing into
her hands and body with his own. Buffy
licked down his neck one more time and when she reached the spot where his neck
began to turn into his shoulder, she felt an irresistible urge to bite him and
she did, much harder than she intended but his skin tasted so good . . .
The demon in Angel roared and he used the hand that was When he used his free hand to lightly trace over the contour Angel heard her heart racing out of control, knew that she Buffy screamed his name as her senses shattered into a Angel knew he should stop at her pleasure, that he shouldn’t Angel released his aching erection, pushed into her hot When Buffy felt him bite into her neck and explode inside of Buffy was abruptly pulled out of her rapturous state when
still tangled in her hair to pull her head back, afraid that is she continued
he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from returning the favor.
that he could taste the skin that had been teasing him all night.
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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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.
thought had left her brain many long, delicious moments before.
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.
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.
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.
million pieces, her womb rhythymatically clenching and unclenching, the rhythm
moving down until she was pulsating around the fingers still held deep inside
her.
indulge himself in her flesh because of the consequences.
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.
who he burned for, and who he had given up being human for. . .
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.
consequences.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
her, she lost control in a way she never had before.
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.
moments that followed, and Buffy was suspended in a place where pain, doubt,
guilt, and shame had no place- only bliss existed.
something primal inside of her set off an alarm- she was becoming dizzy and she
could stilll Anl Angel drawing her blood from her.
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.