| Title: In The Grass Fields Disclaimer: I don't own it. Authors Notes: Glory wasn't able to capture Dawn, Buffy and the gang found a way to send Glory back to Hell, and the gang is enjoying their summer. But Buffy's been having a little too much fun, but only in her dreams. (there might be a few mistakes, I wrote it fast please don't bite my head off). Summery: The gang is on vacation and Buffy's having steamy dreams about the hunky, tall, dark, and dangerously hansome Angel. Hmmm.... Rating: NC-17 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She walked out onto the beach at sunset, the beautiful picture of the sunset made her wish this wasn't a dream. She'd been having these really vivid dreams ever since her and her gang sent Glorificus back to her kingdom in hell. They usually contained her walking alone, then Angel appearing and they'd all of a sudden be in a really romantic setting, and they'd make love for hours. Then just as they fall asleep in each others arms, she would wake up to an empty bed. She sighed and decided to enjoy these dreams while they lasted. After a while she encountered a picnic spread out with the most luscious fruits and wines she'd ever saw. Here was the romantic setting, on the beach at sunset having a picnic. And as luck would have it, she could keep the sun at the same decent it had, that way it would never fully set. The only weird part was the Angel wasn't there. She just shrugged her shoulders knowing he'd be there soon. She sat down on the dark blue blanket and waited. She didn't have to wait long, until she felt his strong talented hands caress her upper arms and shoulders. She smiled contently and leaned back against his hard uncovered chest. "You're late." she acused. "I know, sorry." he apologized in his smooth sexy voice. She trembled slightly, then squealed quietly when she was picked up and sat on his lap. He started to kiss her neck and shoulders. "Forgive me?" he purred the unnecessary question into her ear. At her shiver he chuckled. "I'd be nuts if I didn't forgive you." she purred back. Man, if this was a dream she was doing a darn good job at making it really perfect, or maybe she was in Angel's mind and he was making this up, he always was the real romantic of the two of them. "Is this your mind or mine?" she asked. It was obvious that this was one of their mutual dreams, that happened every now and then when they both let their guard down during sleep. "We're in our world." Angel answered. Buffy closed her eyes and just enjoyed this, not wanting to speed things up at all, besides her hickeys would be non existant in the morning. They just sat there together for what seemed like hours. When Buffy opened her eyes again the surroundings had changed, now they were in Angel's old apartment. They were standing by his kitchen table facing each other. "Now, this is my mind." he told her before sweeping her into his arms and capturing her mouth in an intensely passionate kiss. Before she knew what was happening her back was pressed into the hard kitchen table and Angel was on top of her again, this was her heaven. His warm hands traveled all over her body. He managed to pull of her boots without breaking contact, her black pants, tank top and white sweater went after them. By that time she had his shirt off and was fumbling with his pants as he began to nibble at her neck. "Angel..." she sighed moving her fingers into his dark hair and arching against him as he removed her bra and moved down to latch onto one of her nipples. All Buffy could do was moan and writhe beneath him as he worked her body just the way she liked it. While was the busy at her breasts, Angel reached down and undid his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers. Now all that was left between them was her panties, which weren't much, just a tiny pair of pink bikinis. He smiled appreciatively before slipping the flimsy material off her body. "Buffy." Angel moaned as he moved lower, heading toward to nether regions. "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! BUFFY!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "BUFFY!!!!" Dawn yelled. "Wake up!" Buffy bolted out of her wonderful dream and into the pain of reality. "What, huh? Oh... Sorry Dawn. I must have drifted off." she apologized, but was really fuming at her sister for pulling her away from her Angel. She must have fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for her sisters favorite show to come on so she could tape it for her. "Yeah, well, I hope you had a good dream because I missed all of Melrose Place because of you. You were supposed to tape it for me remember?" Dawn fumed. Buffy blushed slightly at the comment about the good dream, it wasn't just a 'good' dream it was a wonderfully incredible dream. The kind that you want to put in a box so you can remember it forever. Buffy faked remorse. "I'm sorry, Dawnie. I didn't mean to, I've just been so drained lately. What with the Glory battle only a week ago, it's hard to catch up. I think I got a few wrinkles for worrying about you." Dawn instantly wasn't mad anymore. "Yeah, well, it's okay. I know what you had to do to send Glory back to... wherever she came from. Plus it's not like I haven't seen the episode before." "Okay, well anyway, I'm going to bed. And you are too. Go grab a quick shower and hit the sack." Buffy ordered in her motherly tone. Dawn rolled her eyes and headed upstairs. When she was gone Buffy sighed in sexual frustration. When was this dream torment going to end? Everynight she had a dream like the one she was having earlier, and they were getting more and more vivid each time. It was causing Buffy a lot of time spent in her room trying to ease the ache between her legs herself, it was driving her insane. With another sigh she headed upstairs and walked into her room. "Hello, Cutie." the bleached blond greeted. He had been assigned to keeping Dawn safe when Buffy wasn't around. Buffy was now regretting the choice because now Spike was always around. "Oh, I can't believe this, GET OUT!!" she demanded in her Slayer voice. Spike wasn't fazed by her shrill tone. "Well well well. it looks like these hot and heavy dreams are getting to the little Slayer. What's the matter Luv, haven't gotten any lately?" he asked. That crush he had on her had passed when Dru came back into town and Buffy had staked her. It was like a spell was lifted and Spike was good ol' Spike again, without the morbid fascination with her. "Spike, really, I don't have time for this. I'm tired and I am dirty. And if you don't get out of my room in two seconds I'll take this stake," he pulled a wooden stake from a hidden sheath in her pants and showed it to him, "and put it through you heart. Got it?" she threatened darkly. Spike brushed past her and walked out of her room with a look of defeat, with a hint of 'who-really-cares' added to the mix. Buffy closed and locked her bedroom door behind him and changed into her pajamas. Which included one of Angel's old shirts she had found in the mansion and a pair of his cotton boxers she had taken from his apartment the morning after their first night together. It was the pajamas she wore when she wanted to think about Angel. When she was changed she pulled back the conforter on her bed and snuggled into her bed. She was asleep in record timing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In this dream she was sitting on the foot of her bed in her patrol clothes sharpening stakes. When she was done she hid her stakes in the various hidden sheaths she had sewn into her clothes for convenience. Then she crept out her window and jumped onto the group gracefully, like a cat, then started toward the first graveyard on her list. It didn't take her long to get there, besides this was a dream. She walked to the center of the graveyard and perched herself on a headstone to wait. It was weird that she would chose this setting for a dream with Angel, most of the time she liked a bedroom, or maybe the beach, sometimes it was a cliff overlooking Sunnydale, but it never was a graveyard. She sat there waiting for the dream to play itself out, she didn't have to wait long when she heard a twig snap behind her. She leapt off the headstone and spun to face whoever approached. She sighed with relief when she saw Angel. "You'd think I wouldn't want you to do that in my dreams. You nearly scared me back into consciousness." she joked lightly. Angel didn't say anything, he kept on half-smiling until he was right in front of her, then he bent his head and captured her lips in a soft kiss. Buffy gave in immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Before she knew what was happening, she was being lowered onto a soft bed, that felt like it was covered the rose petals and white feathers, and she was dressed in only a white lace nightie, and Angel was wearing a velvet shirt and dress pants. She loved him in velvet. but she loved him more, out of velvet. As Angel moved his kisses to her neck, she managed to unbutton his shirt and Angel shrugged it off, tossing it aside. He kissed down the column of her neck and across her breastbone before moving lower. He took hold of the hem of her nightie. Buffy got the hint and sat up slightly so he could remove it, with all barriers off her body, Angel almost literally attacked it, he started on her breasts, his hands ran up and down the curves of her well proportioned body as his mouth suckled and kissed her nipples. "Angel..." she sighed in pleasure. It was all so real, it was like this wasn't the dream world, this was their world, like he had told her in her other dream. She was tossed out of her reverie when Angel nipped at one of her nipples. She moaned and arched up against him, seeking more of his loving touch. He was about to move lower, when she cupped his cheeks and brought him up for a kiss. Then she flipped them over and attacked his chest, nipping and kissing the hard flesh of the very muscular area. She straddled his thighs so she could unbuckle his belt and yank off his pants and boxers. When he was naked before her she flashed him an aroused smile and rose to her knees so his erection was at the entrance to her body. She was about to sink down when she was flipped onto her back again with Angel craddled between her thighs. "I love you, Buffy." he said, his voice hoarse and full of emotion. Buffy stroked his face and answered. "I love you, too, Angel." then she moaned blissfully as he pushed into her very willing body. She arched against him when he was all the way in, reveling in the feeling of him inside her, so deep. He was so deep the head of him was resting up against her cervix. "Mmm... You feel so good..." she sighed as Angel burried his face in her hair, as she stroked his back, neck, and hair, just enjoying the feeling of being totally and completely with him again. It didn't take long for their passions to win them over and buffy's legs wrapped around his waist as he started to move in and out of her hot body. They set a slow, lanquid pace to help her adjust to having him inside her again, after such a long time. He was much bigger than Riley or Parker was, he stretched her almost to the point of pain. "Buffy..." he moaned into her neck. "I wish this were real." he whispered, not really meaning to say that out loud. Hearing him say that brought tears to her eyes. "It is real, baby. We're in the grass fields." she whispered back, followed by a moan of ecstasy as he sped up his trusts. She bucked up to return every one with her own, driving him deeper. He raised his head and looked into her passion hazed eyes. She touched his face, wiping away the tears that had fallen. His eyes were like melting pools of dark chocolate, so full of love for her. But she saw everything he was going through and had gone through. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I'm right here." he seemed satisfied with that because he burried his face into her neck again. Just when she was about to come, Angel faded away and she woke up in her bedroom, fully clothed with the bright morning sun shining in her face, lighting up her room with it's golden rays. She groaned as she recalled her dream. Just then Dawn came into the room. "Are you going to drive me to Fraiah's place or what?" she asked. Dawn took in her big sister's appearance, dark circles under her eyes, hair all over the place. "Actually, it's okay. I'll walk." she assured her sister and left the room, closing the door behind herself. Buffy sighed and ran a hand through the greece factory that was her hair at that moment shook her head. "I can't believe these dreams are still happening." she could still feel his touch and his wonderful cock burried inside her. It had been the most vivid one of all of them. More vivid than the one that she had a few days ago that was a rerun of the night on her 17th birthday. She picked up the phone by her bed and dialed the memorized number. "Come on, Giles, pick up." she sighed impatiently. "Hello?" Giles answered groggily. "Hi, Giles, sorry if I woke you, I don't know the time difference in England, but I have to talk to you about something." she said, her voice still shaking a bit from the incredibly erotic dream. "What is it Buffy?" he asked, his voice got clearer and more concerned. "Did you have another dream?" Buffy had told him about the dreams when they started, wondering if they were prophetic. "Yeah. And in this one I mentioned that we, that is me and him, were in the grass fields. What does that mean?" she asked, steadying her voice so she could talk properly. There was a short pause. "There are a number of reasons. Off the top of my head I know of a demon that brews different types of grass to make it's magic work." he told her. "Could that be a demon that has some kind of spell on me?" she asked. Not really sure where Giles was going with this. "Umm... The demon puts an erotic trance on people, makes then see things that aren't there. I think maybe this demon might have a spell on you that only works when you're sleeping. Where your Slayer defences against things like this are at the lowest." Giles explained. Buffy took this in. She didn't want the dreams to go away, but she did want to know what they were. And why did they all of a sudden start again. But dreams of Angel weren't as vivid as the ones she was having. "Do you think this demon put a spell on Angel too?" "Possibly. Why?" "Well... um... these dreams are more vivid than the dreams I used to have of Angel. It's like he's really there. And I don't always have control over what happens in the dreams. Could Angel be in them too?" she asked. "Yes, that is possible, very possible. But you two have shared dreams before. I don't see the reason-" he was cut off by Buffy's protest. "That was with the assistance of The First Evil." she pointed out. "Giles, what's going on? Why am I having these vivid dreams, every time I go to sleep. It's doesn't make sense." there was a pause on the other line. "Giles?" she questioned, seeing if he was still there. "Um, sorry. I was just..." he trailed off. "Buffy, the only way to get your answers is to call Angel himself." Buffy gasped at the thought. "What? How could I do that? It'd be too weird. Besides how am I supposed to tell him I'm having hot steamy dreams about him?" she asked. "What would I say? 'hey, Angel, I just wanted to stop by and say that I'm having hot and heavy fantasy dreams about you. and I was wondering if you were having them about me'. Yeah, right Giles, that would be the BEST thing to do." she said sarcastically. "Alright. Sorry I mentioned it." he replied a bit shocked at Buffy's outburst. "I'm sorry, Giles. I'm just a little sexually frustrated right now. Okay, I'll try and call him." she promised. "Good. I'll research this demon for you and keep you posted." he told her. "Great. I'll see you when you get back. Bye." "Good bye, Buffy." he replied and the line was disconnected. Buffy pressed the hang up button and stared at the phone in her hand. She traced the phone number with her eyes. The phone number that Angel had given her, in case of emergencies. She took a deep breath and dialed it. The phone rang twice then someone picked up. "Hello?" it was him. She attempted to say 'hello' back, but she couldn't say anything. It was his voice, the one she heard in her dreams whispering to her and telling her how very much he loved her. The very same one. "Hello?" he asked again. She could tell he was about to hang up so she composed herself and said, "Hi, Angel." her voice was surprisingly casual, dispite the emotional turmoil going on in her. "Buffy." he stated in surprise. Then his voice went to concern. "Is everything okay?" he asked her. Buffy had to close her eyes to calm herself, he had said her name, how was she going to tell him about her dreams? what would she say? "yeah, it's me. I just called to see how you were doing." big huge fat lie! "What's wrong, Buffy?" he asked, seeing right through her lie. Just like he always was able to do. He could see her soul even from all the way in L.A. "Um... this is going to sound a little weird, and really unappropriate, but... I've been having dreams lately with you in them." when there was silence on the other end she continued. "They started after I sent Glory back. They're really vivid, I called Giles and he suspects a demon might be responsible. Or it could be our... um... guest starring in each others dreams." she finished and waited for his response. "You called me to ask me if I've been having dreams about you?" he asked. she couldn't pick any hint that he didn't know what she was talking about in his voice, that was a good sign. "yeah..." she answered, but stopped talking after that for lack of anything else to say. "The short answer is yes." he told her. "I talked to a friend of mine that has a small link to the powers and can predict futures. He told me that I'm caught in the grass fields, whatever that means. You said it in the dream last night." he said. Letting her know that they were having the dreams together. "So this is a mutual dream thing." she stated. this was easier than she thought. Which was strange because talking about sex with Angel was always awkward and uncomfortable. But this was way different. "I got an idea. I don't know if you'll go for it since we both just woke up, but.." "Shoot." he assured her. "okay. I think if we're under a spell then there has to be a sign or something in the dreams that show that someone is controlling these dreams. Like this the First it was those priest guys in the dream." she told him. "Maybe if we both go to sleep we could search the dreamscape and try and find out something." "It's worth a shot." he answered. "I'll see you in the grass fields." Buffy giggled breifly and answered, "You bet." then they hung up and Buffy got up and draw down the blinds to make her room darker, then she curled up in her bed and closed her eyes. Knowing that in L.A. right now, Angel was doing the same. Soon the world faded away and she was standing on the side of a pool, she was the only person there and the water in the pool was completely calm. The sun was shining beautifully, this was a nice set up. Her tiny yellow bikini was probably the most suductive thing she had ever worn. "Okay, Angel, where are you." she murmured to herself. "Right here." he purred into her ear as his arms wrapped around her bare middle. "Was the pool your idea or mine?" he asked, then started to place loving kisses on her neck and shoulders. Buffy bent her head to the side to allow him better access. "I don't know, but it's a yummy set up with the sun and the privacy. You wanna go for a swim before going to look for our demon?" she asked, turning around to face him, and began to place kisses on his broad muscular chest. "Sure." he replied and swooped her up into his arms and jumped into the pool as she squealed in surprise. When they were in the water Angel flashed her a mischievious grin before diving under the water. "Angel? Angel don't tickle me." she warned. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt him kissing her stomach, then moving up to her chest. She reached back and untied her bikini top so he could pull it off and set it afloat in the water, then he latched onto one of her nipples. Buffy gasped in pleasure and arched into his talented mouth. "Mmm... we should...ahhh... stay on traaaaack." "Mmm hmm." he agreed, but didn't stop his attentions. He smoothed his hands down her sides and down her legs bringing the material of her bikini bottoms down her legs. She couldn't stop herself from stepping out of them, then she reached for the tie on his swimming trunks. He removed them after she got them untied. Then he surfaced from the water and brought her deeper into the pool until she had to cling to him because she couldn't swim very well, even though in this world you can stay under water for hours and hours if you wanted to. "Hey, that's not fair, I can't touch bottom." she complained jokingly. Angel chuckled and took her legs, wrapping them around him where she interlocked her ankles."You can touch my bottom whenever you want to." he teased. Buffy giggled at that comment, but her giggles were muffled when Angel's mouth closed overs hers. She tightened her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. As they kissed, letting their tongues caress and battle with each other, Angel lifted her up so he could sink into her tight, hot body. As soon at he was inside of her to the hilt his knees gave and they sank into the water. The minute her back touched the bottom of the pool they were all of a sudden in a field of beautiful green grass that was about fifteen inches tall, making passionate love. They didn't even notice the change, they were too wrapped up in each other to notice or even care. This was their time, if they didn't get to be together in the real world, then would at least get to be together in the grass fields. The End |