by: VanessaSky
disclaimer: Joss Whedon lucky bastard
distribution: my site ,Amnesia, anybody else want, take let me know you have
paring: b/aus, mentions a/c
spoilers: ok somewhere in btvs S7 and ats S4. I wanna say Potential/Calvary. Takes off differently after these.
an:: This woke me up at like 3 in the morning. I had to write it. Warning** This is not fluffy Angelus. He only is kinda loving towards Buffy. And even she opens the gates of hell in this fic.
feedback: always needed and appreciated. Thanx.
She was beginning more and more to care less and less.
The dream was one she wasn't really wanting to relive. It was the same one she'd been having for a few weeks now. Angelus was back. She wasn't sure how she could be so sure. But the dreams, they told her enough. And if him doubling over in pain didn't the other parts did.
Cordelia's moaning for one. And her writhing. Panting Angel's name from beneath him. Her nails digging into his arms. The way he hiked up her leg so he could move better inside her. Pleasure her more.
Oh yeah the dreams where great.
She did take comfort, well only some, in the fact that when he felt his soul about to leave his body he called out her name. He sighed out Buffy. That was something right.
During her inner monologue she discovered she was not alone in her room. He sat leaned back in the vanity chair across from her bed. He looked comfortable, and calm. At peace to just watch her sleep.
He always had a thing for watching her sleep.
"Bad dreams, lover." A wicked smile played across his lips, and she held no qualms now that this was Angelus. "What are you doing here?" she knew she sounded tired, and knew he would question just what had been going on since he was last let loose. She couldn't bring herself to care.
The smirk he provided her with made her stomach quiver. This was not how it was supposed to go. "Depending on who you want more lover, there's a big difference."
He stood up, and walked over to the bed where he sat down next to her. Not close enough to touch her, just close enough to remind her. "Funny shouldn't you be fucking your precious Cordy."
The under the breath growl she received did nothing to stop the clenching in her womb. He was too close and suddenly she was extremely too hot.
"Funny who kept you busy while I fucked her, your precious Spikey." It was a low blow to through Spike in her face. "Isn't that what you wanted Mr. I'll-Make-All-The-Decisions. For me to move on past you. Start fresh."
He frowned at her and she was wondering what was taking him so long to just attack her and kill her. That was his goal in life, wasn't it? "No, that was the candy-ass making excuses for himself. Your MY mate. You will NOT be fucking anybody but ME from now on."
"You've got to be kidding me?" She turned to get up off the bed, but he grabbed her arm and effectively pulled her under him. He rested his full weight on top of her, and by the smell of her she wasn't going to protest.
"No, I'm not. I'm in charge now, and if you'll remember correctly I'm not the one you fuck around on. Save that shit for the soul." He pressed her deeper into the mattress and could have sworn he heard her moan. "Now, why don't you and I get reacquainted."
She had to say he had gotten some muscle in LA. He felt stronger, heavier. She really wasn't about to deny she liked it. His weight pressing her into the bed was great so was his tongue seeking access into her mouth.
He kissed her like a dying man of thirst. Hard, needy kisses that after a few minutes left her lips swollen and red. His hands went over her breast roughly, leaving her nipples hard diamond pecks.
Her mind lost it's train of thought. It was trying to remind her that this was a soulless demon. Not that it had mattered before. And he could probably kill her if he wanted to right now.
Thing was his fully aroused cock was pressing into her thigh, and she knew then her death was not on his high list of priorities. Maybe fucking her to death. But she would go very happy, and wasn't going to complain.
Hours it seemed passed by until they where both naked, and he was about to enter her. She was dripping wet and knew that washing the sheet's and a cold shower when she woke up again would have to be done first instead of worrying about the potentials.
"Now you know that when I do this there's no turning back. Soul boy will stay gone, and all you'll have left is me." She moved her hips upwards and took him inside her for the first time in too long. "Fine by me, just stay here. And fuck me right now." He smiled as he began to pump into her.
"Forever my sweet, forever."
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