Home...At Last

Summary: Buffy and Angelus finally arrive at their new home in Ennistimon and there's a lot of christening to be done...

Notes: I know nothing of Ennistimon. For the purpose of this story, it's a small town like 18th century Galway. I picked it off a world map, which tells you just how SMALL the place is if it's on a WORLD map...lol

"Angel?" she gently placed a hand on her lover's bare back. His head was cradled between her naked breasts, he was sleeping soundly.

"Honey?" she whispered. She ran her fingers down his back. She felt his cock begin to stir against her thigh. Wow...I guess it really doesn't take much to get him started...she thought in awe.

Buffy lightly dragged her fingertips over his hard back, tracing the lines of his tattoo. "You're beautiful," she whispered.

Buffy smiled to herself. She, the Slayer, had tamed the all-powerful Angelus. Well, almost...she began massaging the muscles of his back with her talented fingers, his head still pressed to the valley between her breasts.

Angelus opened his mouth slightly. His tongue darted out of his mouth slowly, making its way over to her nipple. He licked the tight bud as Buffy used one hand on his back and the other was buried in his hair, her fingers just running through the crop. The way they were positioned, she couldn't reach much more.

Buffy moaned. She was still a little sore from their encounter earlier on that day. Reluctantly, she put a halt on their fun. "Angel...it's night time. We have to go."

He groaned, but stopped. "Can I just lay here for a bit? I'm so comfortable..." he murmured huskily.

Angel immediately got up on all fours and loomed over her, an enormous leer forming on his face. "You'd better believe it, Baby. I could rip you in two, but you're much better for fucking...!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. The weeks on the ship together had taught her so much about him, so she didn't even blink an eye, let alone let him intimidate her. She stuck her tongue out at him and escaped from the bed. "Come on! I want to see our house."

Buffy could hardly contain herself. It was nearing dawn and they were only a few miles from their new home. Angel had told her that he had bought it decades ago, when he had needed a place to recuperate from a nasty battle with a Slayer and a mob of villagers. He and his childer had barely gotten out undead.

The Slayer watched as Angelus pulled into a peaceful, narrow street. The vampire moved his hand and rested it on her bare thigh. Buffy had taken to wearing shorts and mini skirts, since falling for him. It made impromptu sex all the easier. She placed her own hand on top of his and held it there, as she continued gazing at the scattered houses along the street.

Buffy sighed as she witnessed a small child playing with a puppy and a ball in one of the yards, realizing for perhaps the first time, that she would never have that. Buffy bit her lip. She'd never really thought about children, but it didn't stop her from feeling a sudden loss, any less. But she did think it a little strange to see a child out playing this early in the morning...

Angelus squeezed her thigh in warning. She held his hand tighter, acknowledging his unspoken reminder. It had been her choice to stay with him, and there was no way that she would ever leave him, not for the sake of what she might or might not have one day.

Her lover let go of her as he turned into a driveway. Buffy's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the house before her. It was perfect. It was an old style, but it had an attic with a small window and shutters that were in perfect condition.

The garden was also well cared for, many different varieties of greens and flowers all healthy and in full bloom, in the flowers' case. Buffy slowly got out of the car and walked into the front yard. It even had a low stone wall surrounding the perimeter.

She explored around the back as well. A tear formed in her eye as she saw the backyard. There was a pond that stretched from one end of the house to the other, a small bridge built from the back porch so that it could be easily crossed. It was all done with complete privacy in mind. There was shadecloth hanging down from the back porch, creepers growing up them. The pond it self was partially obscured from prying eyes by some large rocks and a few large ferns.

Angelus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "What do you think?" he asked as he nipped lightly at her ear.

"It's beautiful..." she murmured with a smile. "It's so perfect..." She turned and kissed him thoroughly. The vampire lifted her into his arms and carried her inside their new home...

Buffy didn't fail to notice that technically, he'd carried her over the threshold. Married, though they weren't, Angelus was more attentive and loving to her than she could ever imagine any other man or beast being...

As he carried her in, Buffy noticed that the place was fully furnished. What caught her attention was the style. It totally suited the house, but it was a style that she could have sworn was all 'her'. The colors were what she imagined she would use for this house, as well as the style of furniture. It was amazing.

They had paused just inside the door, which just happened to be the dining room. Buffy nodded in the direction of the table that took up half of the room. "How sturdy is that table?" she asked seriously.

Angelus growled impatiently. "We're about to find out," he told her as he laid her down and climbed on top of her.

Buffy giggled in delight as he shoved up her skirt, revealing her bare mound to his greedy gaze. The vampire growled again, this time in appreciation as he swooped down to her secret place and began lapping up the juices that were leaking from her heated core.

Her giggles turned to low moans at the first touch of his cool tongue. She thrust her fingers into his thick hair, torn between wanting him to be in her properly, and wanting to force him to stay right where he was and never stop.

In the end, her body made the decision for her. Within minutes, Buffy was too far gone down the path to her release for any conscious thought to be possible. She began thrusting her hips upward, urging his tongue deeper inside her, wanting more of him...

It was fortunate for Angel that he didn't rely on breathing, for Buffy's Slayer strength was in full use as she held his head to her core, cradled between her slim thighs. "I love you, Angel..." she whispered, before she screamed her orgasm, coming right into his waiting mouth...

Buffy's body relaxed with her release, only to become aroused and tense once again as Angelus thrust into her slick passage. "Buff..." he groaned as she clenched around him. The Slayer was breathing heavily again as her lover applied pressure to her clit, wanting her to topple over the edge of sexual consciousness with him, not after.

Tears of frustration gathered in her eyes as Angelus drew out their orgasm, thrusting lightly into her body, steadily increasing his pace, then stopping, just as she was about to cum, then plunging deeply into her body after a few seconds, bringing her back to the edge.

Finally, he let her have her second orgasm, making her scream as she did so, her inner muscles spasming around his hard cock, milking him as he spilled his seed into her. Angel collapsed into a satisfied heap of cool flesh on his love. They lay there, still entwined, as their bodies slowly returned to their normal state.

Buffy lay beneath him, her breathing slowing, but her emotions were an altogether different matter. She couldn't believe that they were finally there. Their own home, a new life. One in which she could do what she wanted, be what she wanted, and be loved as she wanted.

From now on, all she wanted to do was spend all of her time and energy on her relationship with Angel. Maybe make a few friends, as well, but Angel took priority. She would be spending the rest of eternity with him, eventually... She loved this vampire, no matter what.

For as long as she could remember, Buffy had truly wanted only one thing in her life...someone who would love her unconditionally, and she now had it. She had someone who had moved them halfway across the world, just so they could be together, someone who defied his own teachings and rules, who defied 'all laws of god and man'...just so that he could spend eternity with her in his embrace.

Laying there, her body warm beneath his cool one, she knew that she would do anything to protect that, and never let anyone, or anything stop them from being together, even if it meant dusting off her pointy stake...on man or demon...

It was around about lunch time when Buffy woke up. She found herself in a strange bed, facing a heavily curtained window, with Angel's strong arms wrapped around her, his body molded to her back.

Buffy frowned as sleep fogged her brain. It took a couple of seconds for her to realize that she was home. Their new home. Away from America, away from Sunnydale, but most importantly, away from tight-assed Watchers and friends.

She slowly got out of bed, so as not to disturb her sleeping lover. She crept through the house, still naked, just to explore. To her, everything was perfect. There were only two bedrooms, but it didn't matter, only one would be occupied and it wasn't as if they would be having visitors anytime soon.

Maybe they could have it as a hobby room of some sort. Buffy had always wanted one of those, but her parents thought that it might spoil their only daughter. They didn't seem to realize that she had nothing to do while her parents went off to numerous parties and such.

Growing up, Buffy hadn't had friends, she'd had acquaintances. Children of her parents friends and people they worked with. More often than not, Buffy had stood on the sidelines and watched. This went on for years, until she finally caught on that being the bitch, was much nicer than being the one being bitched at.

Buffy crept up the stairs, to the attic. When she reached the door, she found it locked. She hummed for a second as she turned the handle, hard enough to force the lock to give way.

"Uhhh..." she looked around her. This was definitely one strange vampire she has hooked up with. In one corner, there was a display cabinet with porcelain dolls and stuffed toys, in another corner, there was a closet of some sort. Buffy opened the doors carefully. Her eyes widened when she peeked inside.

Weapons. More than she'd seen in Giles' collection, and also a few things that she realized weren't exactly weapons of combat...more like tools of torture...

For just a second, Buffy was scared. Scared of what might happen if she truly pissed Angel off...but suddenly, strong, cool arms came around her from behind, gentle... Her fears immediately died away. She was different. This would never be for her, but for those who dared endanger them in any way. She didn't have to worry...

"It's okay..." he murmured in her ear. "I would never hurt you, Baby. Come on, let's go back to bed, you can explore the town for the first time, after dark. I want to get to know the place a little better before you start going without me. You never know what may be lurking in small towns..."

"Mmm...you can't get much smaller than Sunnydale, and it's a Hellmouth..." he reasoned, a smile in his voice.

Buffy sucked in a breath as she felt his hands cup her breasts. "Well, what are we going to do then? It's barely dawn..."

Angel gently forced her forward to a chair that was a few feet away. He turned them and sat in it, Buffy in his lap. "I can think of a few things..." he whispered as he lifted her lips slightly and brought her back down onto his aching cock...

Buffy moaned as she felt him inside her. She enjoyed this...facing away from him where he couldn't see her reactions, but the pleasure was still immense. She whimpered as she felt one of his hands creep around her waist and move to her core, where he was thrusting repeatedly into her warm body.

He teased her, light touches when he withdrew, then nothing at all when he returned. Soon, Buffy grew frustrated with is little game and grabbed his hand, bringing it to her pebbled nipples.

Angel chuckled as he obeyed her silent command, gently pinching and twisting the sensitive buds, eager to please. But it was Buffy's turn to play. The Slayer clenched the muscles inside her, gripping his cock when he settled inside her. She delighted in his guttural moan. "Again..." he murmured in her ear.

By now, Buffy was to far gone to do much more than what she was told. This time was different, though. She knew what she needed. Buffy reached down to her thigh and dug her nails into the soft flesh. She nearly cried out at the pain.

Angel growled at the new scent, immediately shifting into his vampiric face. Buffy nearly rejoiced when he grabbed her to him tight and went in for the kill. It was the first sensation of his fangs sinking into her neck that did it, and she went hurtling into her orgasm. Her lover quickly followed as he spilled his cool seed inside of her as he drained her body of most of it's blood.

As she passed out, Angel held on to her, ready to carry her upstairs when he could stand, Buffy's last thought was that she was home...and it wasn't because she and Angel had finally reached their new house, it was because home was in her Angel's arms...and that's where she would always be.