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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 13:58:45 GMT -8
Buffy kissed him back, too happy for words. Every time Angel thought about her, she blushed. She couldn't help it. While it was only right that he was thinking about her only, it made her heart skip a few beats with elation every time he did. With her eyes closed, her fingers fumbled with the button. She opened her eyes, exhaling as his lips moved downward and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants for him.
Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. As soon as she had his pants unfastened, they decided to explore inside them, moving downward slowly. It excited her more, and her breathing grew more rapid. Everything he was doing, every touch turned her on and made her want him more. She looked up in his eyes again, feeling drawn to his eyes every time she looked elsewhere.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jul 7, 2010 14:11:39 GMT -8
The warmth spread through him, each inch of skin felt like it was on fire; the good kind of fire, centred where ever her hands touched. His body shuddered, so much longing built up inside of it, practically clawing for more. As her hand slipped inside of his pants, he felt his hips press towards her hand, needy for the attention. His blood pulsed downwards, and he'd felt himself hardening before, but just the idea of her hand seemed to multiply the feeling and push him farther. His lips continued to attack her skin, increasing the passion of it, nipping and sucking at the skin before travelling over the rise of her breasts, soaking her with affection. He was letting himself fall into the heat of it all, not worried about anything at all. He wanted to let everything go, every concern and every worry that ever plagued him.
His dark eyes met hers, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her for a moment. She was gorgeous and that look in her eyes... He wanted to memorize it forever. While her hand slipped down, his own started to do the same, though it just barely brushed beneath the waistband of her undergarment, almost teasing in nature. He didn't want to take anything too fast, even though his body was more than ready to get taken away from him. He wanted to savour every second. It was too perfect, too heated, but sooner or later he wasn't going to be able to think of taking it slow, his body wanted to take over.
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 15:06:15 GMT -8
All was forgotten when she looked in his eyes. The telepathy, the overwhelming sensation of hearing thousands of voices flooding her mind, Giles locked away in his office searching for a cure eluded her for the moment. All of her thoughts revolved around Angel. She looked in those soft, sweet, gentle eyes. Angelus was truly gone. The demon who had haunted her, haunted her friends, had killed Jenny--he had vanished. All that was left was Angel, her Angel.
When his hand played with her panties, Buffy's legs habitually separated. The item of clothing was soaked by now, and ready to be disposed of. As one hand found its way inside of his underwear, the other emerged and moved around behind his back, pulling on him to bring him closer. She wanted him. Going slow was not on her mind at the moment and within seconds, the hand that was on his back felt around until she found the box of condoms. Silently, she opened it and removed a condom, opening it. She gave him a seductive smile (or as much of one as she could manage) as she pulled the rubber out and dangled it in front of his eyes, her own telling him to put it on.
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Post by Davey Callaghan on Jul 7, 2010 15:31:03 GMT -8
As Buffy's legs parted, Angel slowly started to pull the panties from her hips, muffling a sound against her skin as she dipped underneath his clothes. He wanted to be out of the confines of his clothes, feeling bound and kept. He needed her, needed to feel her skin against his. There was no risk anymore. There was no demon ready to attack, and that was the strangest part of all. Angelus. He didn't feel those dark impulses, the one that gained pleasure from pain, that wanted blood and was barely sated by the pig's blood he consumed. It was gone. He wasn't that demon anymore. There was still a violence to him, but there was something to be said about his violent nature when he was human too. He had spent a great deal of his time in bar fights back then too. Angelus was a manipulation of the human personality. It was the deepest, and darkest it could be without a conscience. While it was easy to say a demon came and took over the body but wasn't at all the person that it was before, Angel couldn't help but think it wasn't nearly as cut and dry. But, now he was human, completely human.
While he tried to pull down her underclothes, Angel kissed down past her chest, lowering his body to press kisses to her abdomen, unable to stop touching her even as he was trying to get the undergarment off. He managed though, sitting up a little, just in time to see something being dangled in his face. He gave it an uncertain look, but offered a small smile before he pulled back. He was worried that he wouldn't put it on right, and worried also about how it would feel. He had never worn one before and so used to feeling skin on skin, and being inside a woman without rubber around him, he feared it wouldn't be the same. Still, he slid away from her after taking it from her, slid away to stand at the edge of the bed, quickly stepping out of his pants. How hard can it be? he thought, looking at the condom in his head. It was so strange to him, to have any uncertainty when it came to sex. He was over two-hundred and forty years old, not counting the years when he was human and he'd been having sex a long time before he was sired. Then after... Well, it went without saying. This whole thing seemed to put a weird break in the middle. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and figured out how to put it on, hoping the moment wasn't killed in the process.
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 17:00:41 GMT -8
The look of uncertainty caused Buffy to frown. Once completely nude, she sat up and went behind him as he sat on the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and rubbed his chest, kissing his shoulder. "Hey," she addressed him gently, moving her head so her lips were right by his ear. She couldn't allow him to go without wearing one. She might end up pregnant before she even got out of high school. But, she could make him feel better about it...hopefully.
"You don't know what this means to me....that you're willing to put it on." Angel liked making her happy, she knew. She hoped that knowing that it meant alot to her would lighten his mood about it. She closed her eyes, readying herself to hear his thoughts about what she said. Had he still been dead, they wouldn't have to worry about it. But they would be unleashing Angelus at the same time. In her humble opinion, Buffy considered the condom to be the lesser of two evils.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 17:15:08 GMT -8
Angel's muscles relaxed as Buffy's arms wrapped around him from behind. He closed his eyes momentarily, giving a smile at the touch of her hands on his chest and the kiss to his shoulder. It felt nice, and it kept him a little more certain that he hadn't killed the move by having to get off of her to get undressed and then to put it on. He supposed it was a genius invention for what it was, although the old fashioned side of him thought that it was a lot of work and a lot of risk to the moment. Not to mention, he wasn't used to putting anything over length, let alone a latex cover. "I'd do anything for you, Buffy," he assured her, glad that it made her happy. He didn't think it could be that bad, after all, everyone that was human seemed to use them. Even cover it in rubber. He thought, as he rolled it over himself, figuring it out easily. It's not so bad... He thought, and looked back at her, turning his head so that he could meet her lips in a gentle kiss.
He didn't want to spend too much time focused around that piece of rubber. He felt like he spent long enough figuring it out, assessing whether or not it was better and putting it on. It was better than other risks they could have been taking if he was still a vampire. They couldn't even do it while he was a vampire. He wanted the heat between them back, to jump straight back into where they had been before he had to put it on. He wanted to go back to the kissing and the touching, and eventually get straight to it.
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 18:34:07 GMT -8
"you look sexy in rubber," she spoke up when she heard his thought. She was stunned at herself for saying it. It had to be the lamest thing she ever said. Who looked sexy in rubber? Angel did, apparently. Buffy let out a tiny whimper and closed her eyes, feeling mortified. Was it too late to take back? She knew that it was. Still, it'd be nice to rewind that and reword it...say something other than you look sexy in rubber.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a kiss, and Buffy immediately kissed him back, opening her eyes.She searched his for just a moment, for what she didn't even know. Then she kissed him more passionately, sliding her tongue into his mouth. She'd rather kiss him and forget all about her blunder. Keeping her lips pressed against his, she slid back and laid back down, pulling him on top of her.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 19:48:25 GMT -8
Angel couldn't help but lift his eyebrows curiously at her when she said that he looked sexy in rubber. He appreciated the sentiment, although frankly didn't think that anyone could look sexy in it. It washed away when he saw her embarrassment and smiled. "It was sweet," he assured her. She was making him feel better about the whole ordeal. For him, it had a good chance of becoming awkward when the condom was concerned. Angel might not be a vampire anymore, but it didn't change any of that awkwardness that seemed to present itself in situations that he wasn't accustomed to or never thought about adapting for. As they kissed again though, all of that uncertainty seemed to melt away again. He liked when that happened; everything felt at ease again.
He leaned over top of her again, his tongue wrestling with hers playfully. He moaned into her mouth, kissing her fervently, with every ounce of heat he could muster up. Gliding his hand up her stomach and over her sides before resting next to her to hold him steady above her. The former vampire's other hand slid between Buffy's legs and slowly started to caress her sex beneath his fingertips, even though he knew they were both probably more than ready, he was prolonging the moment, wanting the moment when they did get there to be even stronger.
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 20:28:18 GMT -8
Buffy let out a soft moan when his tongue played with hers. Now this she was good at. Having to talk during sex--not so much. She said rather stupid and embarrassing things, as she just found out. But kissing, kissing she could do. Her legs spread even further when she felt his touch. All she could think about was that she did not want his hand there. Oh, no. She anted him.
This definitely remedied any jealous thoughts she had of Faith or Darla. Buffy knew it wasn't very nice to be so possessive of Angel. He had been around for a long time before her, and if he ever went back to being a vampire, he would be around for a long time after she was gone. Still, he was her man...for the time being, at least. She hated to think of him being with anybody else. When he was kissing her and touching her like that, however, all those thoughts vanished. She felt herself getting wetter the more she was touched. She loved the feeling he was giving to her.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 22:28:38 GMT -8
Angel wasn't a talker normally, and during sex—even less. His mind was elsewhere and he wasn't in the habit of figuring out the perfect words to say when he was in the heat of passion. He continued to kiss her, his tongue invading in her mouth. They couldn't talk this way and he was glad to kill the awkward moment with kissing. As her legs parted further, he slipped one of his fingers slowly into her, before withdrawing and repeating the action all over again. He pulled his lips from hers, forgetting that he needed to breathe. Normally, he could kiss forever, without a break, but his lungs ached, but even when he parted for a second, he started to attack her jawline with kisses, feeding off of the warmth of her body, while his own was practically aching with need. And he did need her—more than he had ever needed anyone else.
No one compared, and even if they had only done it once before, to him, she was better than anyone he had ever been with. And he had been with a lot. Even Darla didn't compare, and that she was incredibly skilled at what she did. But after one-hundred-forty-five years it wasn't hard to be really good at it, or to know your partner better than anyone else. And even now, although he hadn't slept with Darla since the night that he killed the gypsy, he would know exactly how her body worked. And Darla, she'd been around for over 100 years before Angel ever was, and she'd definitely picked up tricks along the way. But, none of that mattered. Buffy was different. He wanted her and only her. He would never say the comparison out loud, of course. Angel wasn't about to do that, though he forgot that all of his thoughts on the matter could be heard by the blonde woman. Where before it was BuffyBuffyBuffy, now it was mixed, but he was putting Buffy above everyone he'd ever been with. And there had been a lot of women. With Buffy, it was real and he felt something he hadn't before. Kissing his way to her ear, he whispered, "I love you."
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 22:40:41 GMT -8
Buffy was thoroughly enjoying it...until the name Darla rang out of his thoughts. Buffy opened her eyes and stopped kissing him. She laid there for a few minutes, giving him a look that screamed at him to stop the thoughts. But they kept on coming. She blinked, feeling ready to cry when she heard about how there had been a lot of women, and when he said he loved her, it snapped her out of it. "...what?" Her voice cracked, and she pushed him off of her, sitting up and pulling her knees up to her chest.
She knew that she was probably killing the moment for him. Her eyes went to the floor, unable to look into his. She couldn't, not when she was ready to cry. Tears threatened to force their way out of her eyes, and she closed them, fighting them with all of her strength. She sat there for a moment before speaking. "I know..." she swallowed, still not looking at him. "I know that I wasn't supposed to hear that. But I did. I ca-I can't help hearing you think about all those women."
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 22:51:26 GMT -8
Angel didn't have any idea that she was listening in on his thoughts, even if she couldn't help it, he had all but forgotten that she could. And even if he did remember, would he be able to stop it? Or would his brain come out trying to tell him not to think of someone else. When he was suddenly pushed off, he hit the mattress and stared at the slayer, confusion etched all over his face. He couldn't begin to fathom what he did wrong. Was it something he did? He thought she was enjoying herself! And he didn't think there were any limits to cross at this point. And all he said was he loved her... He sat up, confused and suddenly a lot colder than he'd felt a few minutes before. And while he thought his heart was beating loudly before, it had somehow quickened, more nervous than anything else. He was oblivious until she spoke and then it all came too clear.
"Buffy..." He slid closer to her, gently placing a hesitant hand to her shoulder. "It isn't like that," how was he supposed to apologize for his thoughts? Angel would have never mentioned any of them out loud. It wasn't as if any of them even mattered. No woman he'd been with in his past mattered (though many of them didn't anyway, not to Angelus and not to the human). Darla mattered, and Drusilla was a toy. His toy, and something he cared about in a twisted way, but more of a play thing than anything else. Stop! He couldn't stop thinking. "You're so much better than all of them, that's all I was—I'm amazed by you, in love with you and you're the best thing I've ever had and that's all I meant. Out of all of it, it's all you." He tried to make things better, but he didn't think he could. I'm still hurting her... the thought crossed his mind and it hurt him to think that even with his attempts not to and finally being able to be with her, he was hurting her with the way his mind worked.
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 23:26:15 GMT -8
She shrugged his hand off when he touched her. She sat in silence, until the appalling thought of Drusilla as a toy came up. The Slayer had never felt compassion for the female vampire before, except when she learned what Angelus did to her when she was alive. But to think of her as his toy made Buffy sick. Angelus had toyed with her when he was around. It was the worst thing out of anything he ever did. Buffy could handle the murder of Jenny and the tortur of her watcher, because she could keep a level head and take care of the problem. But the way he treated her was almost unbearable.
She didn't answer anything he said. His thoughts were louder than his words anyways. "A toy? Is that what you call her? I shouldn't be surprised. It's what I was when he was around." The he in her sentence was Angelus. She refused to say you. Because even though she knew it was technically the same vampire, he was a whole different person when he had no soul. The two would always be seperate in Buffy's mind.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 23:37:43 GMT -8
He wanted to scream at her to get out of his head. They weren't thoughts that he wanted her to hear. There was a reason that Angel wasn't the type that said everything on his mind. There were things he wanted to keep barred off and while he didn't have the impulses that Angelus had anymore, he still had the memories and he knew exactly what it felt to have no soul and exactly what Drusilla had meant to him. He had been so proud of her, because he drove her insane, because he created that evil, insane vampire from a sweet, gentle creature. When she shrugged his hand away, it dropped and he looked down. He didn't want her to know his thoughts on anyone from his past, especially not Drusilla. It was a twisted, dark relationship but both of them had fed off of it. The human he killed was who he felt guilt for. Angelus cared in his own sick way... She was his. And they had that connection of sire and childe. Then, she had to question him and he felt like sinking and disappearing.
"No! You don't have any idea," he retorted. No, Buffy was more of a woman to be tamed, something to destroy to Angelus, because he couldn't stand the thought of being in love. He loathed human emotion so much and the hope that she represented to Angel. He only toyed with her because he knew it hurt her, because it was making his mark and was the only way he could kill her. Angel hated it, it made him sick to his stomach and he shuddered, unable to make eye contact with her. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I'm so sorry." His voice was shaky, scared that he had destroyed everything they had just by his thoughts. He wanted to hide, somewhere dark and alone. Because, he was terrified of facing her pain; pain that he caused.
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Post by elexa on Jul 8, 2010 0:02:15 GMT -8
Buffy's eyes went to him, stunned at the relationship with Drusilla. It was twisted, but Buffy knew it was a vampire thing that she would never understand. She looked back at the floor when he started thinking about her. She had always been of the opinion that he was doing all that because she was the slayer. She never knew it was because of that. She had been his hope? Buffy had known that, but not to the extend to where she needed to be destroyed because of it. In a way...it was a romantic notion.
She looked up at him and slowly released her knees and crawled over to him. "Is that really why?" her tone was pleased. She couldn't help it. She was that important to Angel's existence. She knew her answer so without waiting for a response, she leaned in and kissed him. His thoughts about what Angelus did to her and why completely fixed her mood.
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