Disclaimer: These Characters do not belong to me. They are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, WB Network, and whoever else that has rights to BTVS.
Sequel to 'Breaking the Ice', which is a sequel to 'Duet'.
Author's Notes:
Plain type is Angel's thoughts, italics are Buffy's.There are young adult stories available in libraries and bookstores that are far more explicit than this story-and I'll give examples on request. However, to make sure I don't corrupt anyone, this is given the Australian rating of M15+ (Recommended for people 15 years and over).
I got the fever, buzzing in my veins.
My mind ain't working right.
I know the answer, the way to ease this pain.
Only got myself to fight…
--'Soul motion' by Richard Marx
I slam the door to my refrigerator with a snarl. I knew it wouldn't work, but I had to try. This nameless hunger rising inside me isn't for blood.
I storm out of my apartment into the night, not even bothering to grab a coat. The night is warm enough that I won't be looked at strangely-or at least not much. I don't care anyway. The night air calms me a little and I wander aimlessly through the streets of Sunnydale, not following any particular course.
Or am I?
For I find myself outside Buffy's house, looking up at her open window. Without thinking, I climb onto the roof outside it. As I sit and look in on her, I remember that this is the window I went diving out of after our first kiss.
I shouldn't be here. Buffy and I are slowly working things out between us-something that for the first time in centuries, I thank God for-but if she wakes to find me watching her as she sleeps…well, let's just say that I doubt she'll be inviting me in any time soon. It's a bit too much like my darker half.
But I can't help it. Because the need, the longing, the hunger, is for Buffy.
The need to taste her lips, her breath. The longing to feel her body against mine, her hands on my skin. The hunger to hear her soft moans, while she moves beneath me as if we had made love a hundred other times in a hundred other lives together.
I sigh as I start to open my eyes then freeze, my eyes still half closed, as I see the dark form outside my window that blots out the stars. I breathe easier as I realize who is there, watching over me like always. But there's something different about him tonight. The expression on his face, the tension in his body, tells me something has changed inside him.
When I was cursed for the first time, my libido was the least of my problems. The fight against the demon, against the bloodlust, against the urge to kill, it took up all of my attention-sex really wasn't much of an issue.
Besides, thanks to my taste in women back in my bad old days, I ended up shutting down my sexual appetites in the process of getting control of the demon. I was celibate as a monk in thought and deed, from the time of my curse (except for an incident in the fifties, but that doesn't count because nothing really happened) until I fell for Buffy.
The way he's staring at me-it's strange but somehow familiar as well. I am suddenly overwhelmed by the need to go to him, to be with him. I swiftly get out of bed and move to the window. When he sees I'm awake, Angel starts and moves as if to leave and I have to rush silently on bare feet to stop him at the window. I capture his hands in mine, and whisper "Don't go."
As she holds my hands, I see a glint out of the corner of my eye and look down. The ring I gave her is on her left hand with the crown facing inward, proclaiming to the world that she is mine, and the craving grows so furious I am on the verge of pulling her out the window into my arms. Instead she whispers "Come in."
I whisper "Come in" and pull him into my bedroom. I have been thinking about this invitation for a few days now and I know that now is the time. I look into his eyes and see the longing there.
I look at the beautiful face that haunts my dreams, both sleeping and waking, and fight with everything I have not to crush her against me. To hold her so tightly, I can hear her heartbeat as if it were my own.
I see the longing, and I know that the man I love needs me. Needs me so badly that I cannot deny him. I love him so much, how can I deny him anything? Besides, I don't want to. I long for him, too.
The tank top clings to her torso, outlining every curve, while the semi-transparent pajama bottoms let me see the shape of her legs, and my desire grows even stronger. As she steps towards me, I see the smile on her face and I know that the hunger will be satisfied tonight.
As I step closer to him, anticipation grows inside me like a coiled spring. My heart starts to pound as I am swamped by my memories of that rainy night in his bed, when his gentle touch taught me the most wondrous joy I have ever known.
I pull her against me and kiss her, my tongue entering her mouth and probing deep, re-learning the shape and taste of her. I want to take my time, to kiss every inch of her body, but the urgency is too strong. My hands reach her waist and I yank hard, pulling the tank top off in one movement. As I toss it on the floor next to her bed, I crouch down as I start to kiss my way down her body. When my lips touch her abdomen, Buffy tangles her fingers in my hair as she arches against me and I know that she has caught my fever.
As his hands run down my back and he kneels before me, the anticipation explodes into fire, consuming me from the inside out. As my pajamas and underpants slide over my hips, the feel of his hands on my skin stokes the fire inside me and I am consumed by the hunger to feel his body against and over mine.
Buffy looks so beautiful, standing bare in the starlight, but I can't stop. If I had breath it would be coming hard enough to burn my lungs, but I can't stop. I feel her hands pulling at the buttons of my shirt as we stumble the few steps towards her bed, and I let her push it over my shoulders to let it drop beside her clothes. As she tugs at my jeans I bury my face in her neck, anticipating what will come, and the sweat that covers her skin in the thinnest of veils makes her taste of salt.
I fumble to unfasten his jeans, knowing I can't have what I crave until this last job is done. When I feel his face against the skin of my neck, my adrenaline kicks into overdrive in anticipation. As we fall onto my bed I'm not sure whether Angel is pushing me back, or I am pulling him forward.
As we fall onto her bed, I distantly remember to kick off my shoes so my jeans and underwear can fall to the floor beside my shirt. I know that her mother is asleep just down the hall and I should be grateful that the mattress makes no sound, but I don't care if the springs squeal so loudly underneath us that Giles can hear on the other side of town. I wouldn't care if Joyce were standing in the doorway I am lost to everything but Buffy.
I am lost to everything but Angel as he moves on top of me, as I feel him become a part of me.
The feeling of completion, of not being able to tell where I end and she begins, is as blissful as it is absolute and I growl in pleasure.
I can hear Angel softly growl and I revel in the fact that I can make him come so close to the edge. That I, who have only made love once before, can give him so much pleasure that his self-control cracks. As the hunger becomes a firestorm, I feel that deep inside my soul can touch his.
I can feel my soul melt into hers as she arches beneath me and moans breathlessly, and I revel in the fact that I can bring so much pleasure to the woman I love. My need for Buffy is about more than desire or lust. For the first time in my life, passion goes far beyond the physical.
When I can think again, I offer my throat to him, knowing what he needs. Angel can always control the bloodlust when we are together like this, but I wouldn't care if it were dangerous. The way I feel when I satisfy his deepest needs-when I give him life-is like no other feeling on earth. The hunger we have for each other is beyond flesh and blood.
Once more I can taste her love and trust in her blood-I thought I never would again. I gently lick the tiny wounds in her throat, knowing that a Slayer's healing capabilities will make them close in minutes, but I do not want to lose the smallest taste of my love. Now the hunger is satisfied, it recedes but doesn't leave. As I roll to lie beside Buffy, I wonder if my hunger for her will ever be truly sated. I wish I never had to leave her, but I look at her clock and know I must go soon.
As we lie in each other's arms, I want Angel to stay with me. But dawn will come soon and he must leave. He whispers his love as he eases himself out of my bed. At the sight of his naked body, the hunger stirs again and I wonder if I will ever see him without the blood starting to pound in my veins. I watch him dress, feeling regret as his skin disappears under cloth and the body I could touch for hours is covered from my gaze.
I know I should go, but I can't resist looking back to see Buffy lying in bed, flushed and glowing with fulfillment. I can't resist sitting beside her for one last kiss. As her arms surround me I almost give in to the urge to crawl back under the covers beside her, but I pull away. As I climb out the window, I look back at her and she blows me a kiss.
As Angel climbs out the window, he turns to give me a loving smile and I blow him a kiss. I wrap my arms around myself and wish they were his, as I gaze out the window after my lover and bless the impulse that led me to sleep with my window open tonight. There's only an hour until my alarm clock wakes me for school, but I doze off anyway. I smile as sleep takes me.
I make it to my apartment ten minutes before dawn. It's earlier than my usual bedtime but I undress anyway, smiling as I realize that at least two buttons off my shirt now reside on Buffy's bedroom floor next to her pajamas. I don't shower before I go to bed, so I can fall asleep with the smell of her on my skin. I smile as sleep takes me. My dreams will be good today.
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