| Title: These Moments Author: Celtic Child Rating: R-ish to NC-17 Timeline: After both finales... ::sniffles:: Couple: B/A (who else!) Author's Notes: Upon reading the spoilers for ANGEL saying that SMG would not be returning, (If you didn't already know that, well sorry! *g*) I decided that I would write my own fic based on the fact that they probably are going to live happily ever eventually once his show is over (at least in my universe anyway!) so enjoy! Summary: Buffy and Angel are together finally (after both shows have ended!!) and are living happily ever after. Angel's thoughts on his new life. Angel's POV. P.S. No beta so be kind.. rewind! =) Dedication: To Chloe... you always have me "rotflmao". You inspire me to do great things and always keep me laughing in the late hours of the night when I'm on til 3 or 4 in the morning! Thank you for your friendship and your inspiration. I love ya, dork! hehe... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I look over at her as she's lying next to me. Her head is resting on my shoulder and her beautiful blonde hair is fanned out behind her. She's snoring softly, her pouty lower lip moving in everytime she inhales. She's always beautiful, but when I watch her sleep... shes amazing. So peaceful. So perfect. She moans and snuggles closer into my chest, inhaling my scent. She subconsciously kisses my chest and then she smiles. she droops her arm over my stomach, stopping to play with my navel. I chuckle and she giggles in return. "Well, good morning, beautiful," I murmer into her hair, inhaling her vanilla shampoo. God, I love that smell. "Mmm... good morning, Angel," she says back as she makes her way up my body to my mouth. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. She's still completley nude from our late night activities last night, and as her bare chest makes contact with mine, I sigh in contentment. I love waking up with her in my arms every morning. She kisses me then, and I'm gone. Her lips are like flower petals of fire. They are so soft and velvety, but so hot and passionate they burn. She never stops amazing me. I run my tongue along her lips, asking permission to enter her mouth... permission I know she'll always grant me. I kiss her passionately, which seems ironic because it's only 10 in the morning on a Sunday, but we treasure all the time we have together now. We had so little of it before we found each other again. * * * * * I remember when we finally did... find each other that is. It was a year after she left the crater that was Sunnydale behind. She'd spent some time in Europe, sending me postcards about every week. I still have all oh them. I'll never get rid of them. But I got one one week that had a picture of the Los Angeles skyline on it. On the back, in her loopy handwriting was written, "I'm cookies.Be home soon. xoxo Buffy". Two days later, she strolled into my new apartment, dropping her bags at the door, and running into my arms. But there was one surprise I had never told her in our post cards or phone conversations. I was human now. Well, not fully.. half vampire, half human. Still needed my strengths and well, stamina. Trying to please a slayer is no easy task you know. So as I'm standing in my apartment, with my soulmate in my arms, she notices I'm standing in sunlight. She glances at me in confusion. Then she places her hand on my chest and gasps. I smile at her reaction. She looks up at me and jumps into my arms. I lift her and pull her legs around my waist. She kisses my face at random. Placing kisses anywhere she can plant them. We made love that day, reaquainting ouselves with eachother again. I asked her to marry me 3 months later. Knowing she would have said yes back when she was only 17, but hey, why rush. * * * * * She kisses her way down my neck, pausing to suck on my collarbone, one of her favorite spots. I still don't know why. But then again, I still haven't figure out my obsession with her hair, so I guess we're even. She runs her hands down my chest, stopping to kiss each pec, yet another obsession of hers, my chest. She looks up at me with lust-filled eyes, her golden hair shining around her, and she smiles at me. I already know what she's going to do next. I smile a knowing smile. I've found myself doing that a lot lately, smiling that is. I'm finally allowed to be happy, and that changes everything. As her hot lips descend on my manhood, she releases a sigh, her hot breath exciting my member even more. I roll my eyes back in my head and lose my fingers in her silken tresses. Have I mentioned how much I love this woman? God, she's amazing. Her talented tongue, that I like to think I taught everything it knows, swirls around me. She picks up the pace and I can already tell I'm close, but I need to feel her around me. I gently pull her up my body and she grins wickedly at me. Oh, she always knows. When did she get so smart. "I do believe I was in the middle of something," she states coyly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, my lady, was I interrupting you?" I ask, playing along. "Why, yes! You were! So, what was so important that you had to pull me up here?" she relpies. She slides a little further down my body, positioning her entrance only inches from where I need it. My aching erection is resting behind her against her back. I smile at her and my only reply is, "This," and I pull her down for a heated kiss. She moans deep in her throat and so do I. She chooses that moment to lower herself onto me and we both sigh in contentment. We're really together now, have been for about 3 years now, but this still feels so fresh and so new, everytime we make love. Perhaps it's all the time we spent apart, or the fact that we only made love the one time, well that she remembers anyway. Which reminds me, I need to talk to the Oracles about that memory thing and possibly letting her remember it all. Hmm, I'll make a mental note for later. Little busy at the moment with more important issues at hand. I thrust up into her awaiting heat and hiss at the pleasure it brings. God, she' always so tight. How it's possible I have no idea, but common science would think that if we go at it like bunnies, which we do, she would loosen up, but not Buffy. And I thank God everyday for her Slayer strengths and stamina. She arches her back and moans, exposing herself in her full glory. I move faster inside her, needing to be as close as possible, if we even can be that is. I feel myself hit her womb and apparently so does she as she lets out a small scream of pleasure. She runs her small hands down my broad chest and then leans down to kiss me. I nibble on her neck and whisper in her ear, "Cum for me, baby. I know how much I love to watch you." She giggles in my ear and runs her hands through my spikes as I continue to pump in and out of her. Suddenly I feel her inner walls tighten and she sighs my name. That's my cue, I know she's ready whenever she sighs my name. I give one more thrust and feel her explode around me. She buries her head in my chest as she tries to muffle her screams of ecstasy. I spill inside of her, releasing her name from my lips like heaven. I roll us over and hover above her. She runs her hand along my cheek and down my jaw line. She kisses me sweetly and then laughs her girly little giggle that I can't get enough of. "What?" I ask curiously. "Mmm.. I love you," she whispers seriously. "I know. I love you, too," I replied. I kissed her on the forhead, her eyelids, jaw line, cheek, and finally her sweet mouth. As i moved down her body, ready to worship her as she had worshipped me, but a cry broke our thoughts. She moans, but smiles at the same time. "It's your turn," she mumbles as I move off of her, absent-mindedly kissing her bare shoulder. I stand from the bed and grab my sweats off the chair in the corner of our room. I put them on a fast as I can. I stop at the door and look back at her. She smiles at me and wiggles her fingers in a smoewhat wave. "Come back soon," she says. "Oh, I will be, baby. Just don't go anywhere," I smile back. I leave our room and pad down the hallway towards our son's room. his cries grow louder as I get closer. I enter the room and put on my Daddy voice. Something I pride myself on, thank you very much. I lean over the crib and pick up my son, my pride and joy. He's our first son. My only one now. I'll always have Connor and only Buffy and I know about him. But as I hold Sean in my arms and try to rock him back to sleep, I realize that he's different than Connor, not better, but different. He's different becasue he's ours. He was conceived out of love. Buffy and mine's love. That's what makes him special. I run my hand over his head that has a fine layer of dark brown hair coming in. I kiss his head ever so gently and then she enters behind me. I feel her before she even touches me. She wraps her arms around me from behind me and kisses my back. She leans around and kisses our son. I hand him to her and she smiles. She tells him she loves him and then lays him back down in his crib. She turns back around to face me and draws her robe closer to her. I come up and wrap my arms aorund her, knowing that she's seeking a warmth that only I can give. "He went right back to sleep," I whisper so as not to wake Sean. "Well, if you wouldn't have made so much noise earlier, he wouldn't have been awake in the first place," she states coyly. I look at her in shock. "M-me!? I was making too much noise? This coming from the woman who had to muffle her screams in my chest and they were still heard! Please!" I play along again. She looks at me with her mouth open slightly, then smiles. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. She laughs as I carry her into our bedroom. I tickle her under the ribs and she giggles again, I quiet her by smothering her mouth with mine. We make love until noon, when she gets up and breast feeds Sean. I sit by her side, enjoying every moment of watching her do her motherly duties. To think that only 3 years ago we would have never had this. It still baffles me. I love her, I love Sean, and I love simple, little moments like these. And as she smiles at me, reading my mind as usual I'm sure, I realize I wouldn't trade them for the world... - Fin |