Until Forever Series
Book Four: Dark Matrimony
Chapter Two: Marry You?  

Author: Meghan
Email: meghanreviews@yahoo.com
Site: http://meghan.t35.com/  

Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Rating: NC17
Summary: A smutty reunion leads to a proposal to make the exchange of Claddaghs and vows complete. However as usual with all hellmouthian weddings things happen that are of the unexpected. No one can yet decide if the presence of The Dark Infernal Powers is completely unwelcome, because they offer a gift to the engaged couple that seems too good to be true. But such a gift should not be taken lightly, because something this good has to be evil. Right?  

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Suddenly awake, Buffy sat up and gasped, "Marry you?"

Angel sat up, his shoulders tense and persisted, "Will you?"

"Marry you?" Buffy breathed.

"Yes! Marry me" Angel repeated.

"But, Angel, aren't we already?" Buffy asked.

"Married?" Angel questioned.

She rolled her eyes as she gathered the sheets to her breasts. "Willow and I did the girly thing."

"Girly thing?"

"You know, looked the shiny thing up online and read about it."

"Your Claddagh?"

"No, my shiny nose ring," Buffy murmured sarcastically, pointing to the left side of her nose, then she lifted her left hand up to show her ring. "Yes, of course, our Claddaghs. Aren't they traditional wedding rings?"

Angel smiled, tilting her chin up and placing a light kiss on her lips. "So you knew then?"

"Uh-hun, you big lug," Buffy answered, smacking him lightly on the chest. "You should have told me that night on the docks."

Angel shook his head and grinned. "Doesn't matter that you know, Buffy. I still want to marry you--"

"But--"

"No buts!" Angel told her, silencing her with a passionate kiss. Buffy's breath caught in her lungs, a small hitch echoed by her heart as Angel whispered, "I want to do it all over again… this time saying the vows that I made to you-- when I placed the ring on your finger-- aloud for all the world to hear."

Buffy gazed into his eyes tenderly as she traced his brow, his cheekbone, his mouth, then gently brushed her lips against his. Angel opened up beneath her, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. He suckled on it briefly before dipping his tongue into her mouth searching out her sweet recesses. Buffy followed suit, plundering his mouth, gripping his shoulders tighter, hoisting herself up onto his lap.

When they broke apart the sheet had fallen to her waist and Buffy was breathing raggedly. Angel gave her a wolfish grin and while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, asked cheekily, "That's a yes, right?"

"Mwah," she groaned, flopping backwards and throwing an arm over her eyes. "What time is it?"

Angel looked over at the bedside end table. 5:03, 5 03, 5:04, 5 04, 5:04.

"Five in the morning," he replied, running a palm from her neck through the valley of her breasts, pushing the sheet down along the way to rest over her wet curls. "Just enough time for a little predawn snack."

"You're insatiable," she murmured, letting her arm drop away from her eyes to glare at him.

"Mm-mm," he agreed, rubbing his belly and successfully drawing her gaze to his rampant erection.

She licked her lips, shifting closer to him as he leaned over her placing kisses along her neck and throat. He licked the scar he made when he drank from her making her mewl in delight. When she reached out for him, Angel grabbed her wrists and shoved them down onto the mattress.

"My turn," he growled, biting her lips with his teeth.

"Okay," Buffy acquiesced, running her tongue along his fangs.

The moment she did that, Angel shuddered and reverted back to his regular face. He hadn't realized that he had vamped out.

"No, go back," Buffy pleaded between his kisses she tried to get out of his grip; she wanted to hold him.

He dismissed her request quietly. She moaned out loud when he drew a turgid nipple into his mouth and roughly traced it with the flat of his tongue. She arched up into his mouth, mewling desperately for more. He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest that made her stomach clench.

Angel withdrew from the one nipple with a soft plop to lap at the other needy one. She panted his name, writhing restlessly underneath him. He shifted his hands, holding her wrists now with one hand, using his free hand to skim down the warm creamy flesh of her body to rest between her legs.

He parted them easily, moving away from her breasts. He traced openmouthed kisses down her tummy, licking her bellybutton before nibbling his way back up to her mouth and dipping his tongue inside to gather up her cries.

In a single thrust he was sheathed inside her warm heat--pounding away to completion. Angel ripped his mouth from hers with a groan at the feel of her silkiness rippling around him.

"Give me my hands," Buffy begged, struggling to touch him.

Angel shook his head, flashing her a tense grin, as he leaned all his weight on her wrists. Angling his hips he found that slick sensitive flesh that responded immediately to the friction of their bodies slipping together. Buffy's back bowed as a sob of pleasured pain tore from her throat. He could stay like this forever, he thought. This was heaven.

Lowering his head, Angel nuzzled her nipples, treating them to light wet licks every now and then. She whimpered, straining against him. He pushed harder, levering himself up on her wrists and slid in deeper than before. She gasped and he gritted his teeth. As her muscles started to ripple around him, Angel grunted with the effort to continue through her spasms.

"Angel," Buffy panted harshly. "I want to touch you."

"After," he rejoined, glad he didn't need breath. "Come for me, sweetheart."

She shattered and he exploded right after, unable to bear the pressure of her slayer strength convulsing around him. When she had milked every last drop from him, he collapsed on top of her unable to move.

"Wow," Buffy murmured, running her hands over the sweaty muscles of his back.

He purred, concentrating on her wandering hands. She scrapped her nails along his spine and he shivered in response. Shifting, he pressed a warm kiss to her shoulder before replacing his head in the crook of it. She sighed as he snuggled closer, using her as a pillow and stealing more of her body heat.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Angel said smugly.

"You're so full of it," she said with a yawn, burrowing into his pillow.

"It's entirely justified," he insisted, with a smirk, raising his head.

"I still think you're nuts."

Angel put his head back down, running his palm over the curve of her hip. "I love you, sweetheart."

She stroked his hair, liking the feel of the sweaty strands. "I love you back, cutesy poopsie."

"I did not just hear that."

"What? Cutesy poopsie?"

Angel raised his head again and glared. "It's not manly. It's not even redeemable when we're alone together, let alone in public."

Buffy laughed. "I know, I just wanted to see your reaction."

"Don't use it."

When Buffy arched her eyebrow, he added plaintively, "Please."

"What about sweaty love-monkey?"

He shot her a withering glance. "No."

"How about fuzzy wumbkins?"

"God no," he said, covering his eyes with his hand.

"Surely, my wittle bovekins is okay."

"If you say one more nickname for me," Angel growled, pressing his nose to hers, "I'm going to disown you."

"You used to like my dark-cradle-robbing-creature-of-the-night- boyfriend," Buffy said, pressing back. "I think something shorter would be better, don't you?"

Breaking away sullenly, Angel griped, "You only said that once."

"I kind of like snookie pookie, myself."

"Don't you dare--"

"Or would you like something truly atrocious like my little fangy foogums?"

"That's it!" Angel growled, lounging towards her. "Now you're going to pay!"

Buffy squealed, curling up defensively as he attacked her.

TBC…