| Buffy opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She was in the strange bed, in a strange room, and she was alone. Remembering what happened, she sat up in panic. "Oh my god." she gasped and got out of bed quickly. She looked around for anything that could be used at clothing. She decided on a shirt of Angel's and boxer shorts. "Are you really in that much of a hurry to get away from me?" the deep, sexy voice said from the door. She whirled around and saw Angel standing in the doorway with two cups of coffee. She didn't sense any danger, but there had to be. Her and Angel had...perfect happiness... so he must be Angelus. "Are you...?" she began. Angel shook his head. "The nearest Wesley can figure is that it was the magic in that room that stopped me from going evil." he explained as he walked into the room and handed her one of the steaming cups. She hesitated for a moment, then took it. "I don't understand." She said, ready if he tried to attack her, if this was all just a game. "Neither to I. But right now I want to get my hands on Lilah, she'll know what's going on." Angel told her. He wasn't evil, which was so weird. Buffy had made him so happy last night that he was practically setting up permanent residence in perfectly-happysville. But he was still soul having. All he really wanted to do was test it again, but first he wanted to get to Lilah and wring her little neck then thank her for bringing Buffy back to him. "Lilah is one of the evil demon lawyers, right?" she asked. Angel had told her all about Wolfram and Hart when they had met after she was brought back. After all the hugging and crying and i missed you's, that is. "Lawyer and evil, but not truly demon, at least I don't think so." he told her. "If you want to wear something a little more your size, Cordy has some clothes downstairs that you can use to get home." "Get home? I'm not going home now. I want to know who the hell stuck us in that hokus pokus room....Not that is wasn't...nice. I just want to know." Angel smirked. Then Cordy came into the room carrying a white shirt and black pants. "Here's the clothes I had here. It's not much but it'll do the job." She handed the clothes to Buffy. "Thanks Cordelia. It's good to see you again." she said sweetly, then added mentally and it'd be even nicer to see you leave. Cordelia noticed the tension in the room and imediately started to leave. "Nice to see you too Buffy, I'll leave you two alone." then she left and shut the door. There was silence for a moment. "I'll go change I guess." she set the cup the coffee down then turned and headed for the bathroom. Angel watched her walk to the room's small bathroom. He was having a hard time believing that this was real life. It had to be a dream. She was here and she wasn't gone yet. A few minutes later Buffy emerged from the bathroom dressed in the white shirt and black pants and Angel was brought back to the Day That Wasn't. The outfit she was wearing was so simular to the one she wore that day. "Take a picture, it'll last you longer." she said shyly. He realized he was staring and quickly averted his eyes. "Well, we should go downstairs and see if they've come up with anything about that room." he said. She nodded and followed him to the door, He opened it and on the other side a small person stood wearing a brown cloak. Then the cloak fell away revealing nothing. "That can't be good." Then they were both thrown backwards and collided with the wall. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Buffy woke up first and surveyed her suroundings. They were back in the circle room again and she was dressed in yet another skimpy little number. "Great." she looked over at Angel who was still unconscious in the soft red carpet. She was in a while lace bra and pantie set and had sexy high heels on. Finding them uncomfortable, she removed them and got up to sit in one of the chairs. She thought back to when the room disappeared. It went away once her and Angel gave into his magic. She could already feel the powerful magic stirring feelings of arrousal and want. "When I get my hands on those two bit, no account, sleezeball lawyers, I'm gonna do some serious hurting on their weak bodies." When Angel finally regained consciousness Buffy was already ready to jump him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then looked around the room. Then at Buffy, who was crawling towards him in that itty bitty thing was was wearing. He watched her crawl up to him and straddle his lap. "Looks like we're back in the infamous circle room." "Yeah." she agreed. "Darn." she said only halfheartedly before capturing his lips in a hotly passionate kiss. She felt the magic increase with her responses to his touches in her bare hips and back. She began to tear at the silk shirt he was wearing. It came off with buttons flying in all directions. She broke the kiss and his head dropped to kiss and nibble at the sensitive scar in her neck. She moaned and ground herself into his growing erection. "I've been awake for a while." she said. He chuckled and reached behind her and undo the skimpy lace bra. Then he gently removed it from his lover's body. He grinned against her shoulder when she let out a squeak of surprise when he stood up. He looked into her eyes and kissed her as he tenderly laid her down on the impossibly soft matress. He felt like they were sinking into the matress as well as sinking into ecstasy. Her greedy hands immediately set to work on his belt and got it undone and his pants undone in a flash. Then she used her feet and toes to removed them, all the while served the dual purposed of squirming against his rock hard on. To her relief he wasn't wearing any boxers, it made getting naked a lot easier. He broke their kiss to trail kissed down her neck, over her shoulder, across the tops of her breast, before taking one nipple in his mouth and suckling it gently. Encouraged by her moaning and arching, he used his hand to genltly knead the other breast while brushing the sensitive nipple with the rough pad of his thumb. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lilah stormed into the small cement room saying, 'This better be you telling me that the room works. I don't tolerate failure anymore." she huffed at the skinny operator. She looked at the monitors and saw Buffy and Angel having hot, steamy, and loud passionate sex in the room and heard the speakers playing the sound they were making, it almost made her want a cigarette. "The room is in full working order. It's just the warlocks are complaining about the magic changing all the time. They're saying the vampire and the blond are making magic themselves that's contradicing theirs. And it's making the room deteriorate and sending them back to the Hyperion, or Angel Investigations Headquarters." the operator said. Lilah sighed in frustration and tried to ignore the pillow talk coming out of the speakers. "Let me talk to one that is resting right now." she snapped. "Right away Ms. Morgan." he obeyed and called one out. The small cloaked figure came through the door on the other side of the room. It came right up toe Lilah and did a respectful bow. "What's the problem?" she asked the little thing. "Soulmates...." it said in an unearthly voice that seemed to echo inside the brown cloak. Lilah huffed and crossed her arms, "I was afraid of this." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Angel! Oh yesssss! Mmmm.... You feels so good...harder." Buffy moaned and cried out. She dug her short nails into his shoulders and tightened her strong legs around his waist, raising them higher and returning each trust with one of her own. "Oh YES!!" "Oh Buffy." Angel moaned as he trust in and out of her, obeying her command for harder. Her smell was making his dizzy and the clutching of her inner walls was making his crazy. He burried his face in her shoulder and nipped at and kissed it. His weight supported on his forearms and his hands tangled in her golden hair. With a burst of energy she managed to flip them over and began to ride him hard. She threw her head back and cried out, she was almost there. She gripped his pecs for leverage to lift herself up and slam down harder. his hands went to her hips to aid in the effort. The tension built in a tight knott deep inside her womb. It wound tighter and tighter with each touch, look, moan, and movement of his wonderful cock inside her sensitive channel. Every muscle in her entire body went taught as it prepared for the inevitably powerful releash. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, her nail digging into his chest and her vaginal walls squeezing and rippling. She vaguely heard her lovers shout of releash, but delighted in the cool splash of his lifeless seed flooding her insides. Then she collapsed on his hard chest, out of breath and spent. Angel opened his eyes and looked around to find the room melting away and his hotel room apearing once again. Then he closed his eye and let sleep take him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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