From: "Scott W.L. Daravanis" <swldaravanis@ameritech.net>
TITLE: Some other beginnings end = 4/4
AUTHOR: Brianna Devlin
EMAIL: (brianna@buffymail.com)
RATING: NC17 (consensual sex, some language, and the usual angst
between
those stake-crossed lovers, Buffy & Angel).
SUMMARY: All episodes through The Zeppo, with references to
Surprise,
Beauty and the Beasts, Amends & The Zeppo. I hate being
left in the
dark, so heres my take on what happened the night after the
Scooby Gang
minus Xander saved the world once again.
DISCLAIMER: All BtVS characters were created by Joss Whedon
and his
minions. I own nothing of significance, so dont sue
me or mine. You
wont get a dime.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Did the curse Willow translated from Jennys
files
exclude the happy clause? Who knows? In my insane
world, anything
could happen, and a lot of things cant happen.
Frustrated yet?
Imagine being in Angels shoes . . . .
DISTRIBUTION: If you really want to, thatd be just
spiffy! Just let
me know who and where.
FEEDBACK: This is my first fanfic. Ever. Please
encourage my virginal
writers ego. But I warn you, be gentle and dont
flame me. I dont
take kindly to flaming. I might just have to vamp out and
kill you.
Im serious. Really. Im not the kidding-vampire
type. Ask Bern, she
knows!
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"I dont care," Angel heard the words, but he
still could not believe
it. They echoed in his mind repeatedly. That she was so
ready, so
willing to die if thats what it took, just so they could be
together
once more. They had only been together only once before;
she was still
a virgin for all intents and purposes, so new to love-making.
Or was
she?, he thought to himself. Maybe she and
someone else had . It
was her voice that brought him back, that stopped him from
thinking any
further of his love in someone elses arms. Someone
else unworthy of
her love, her passion.
"Angel?" she said his name softly, almost childlike.
He had become
withdrawn again. Is he changing his mind? she
thought to herself.
He couldnt possibly -- not now. Not after they
had finally reached
this point of surrender, she wondered, and the thought made
her
shudder.
This was his last chance to know before it was possibly too
late. Too
late for them all. "Buffy, are you sure?" he
needed the re-assurance
one last time.
That re-assurance came as Buffy launched herself toward him
with more
force than even she had expected. Without thought, they
were all over
each other his mouth plundering her lips, her face, her
neck with
kisses of long-quenched passion. Passion that had
built inside of him
to a tumultuous boiling point since he had first seen her after
being
been sent back. Yet as Angel reveled in the glow of her
nearness, there
was a place in the back of his mind that wrestled with the
insight that
what they were doing was wrong. Very wrong.
As he carried her in his arms up the stairs to his room, Angel
surrendered to the man inside him that no longer cared. The
man who
lived solely for her, that longed to give in to his lust, his
urgency,
and lose himself in her once more. Even if the consequences
thereof
would conceivably be the end of them both. He didnt
care, and neither
did she.
Buffy looked around the massive room as they entered. It
should have
bothered her that this had been Angelus room. Where
he and Drusilla
had more than likely spent countless hours in the same bed that
she was
now going to share with Angel. But it didnt bother
her; for at this
point, nothing mattered, save her and Angel. She remembered
the promise
she had made to herself earlier that evening when Angel had been
knocked
unconscious, or worse for all she had known at the time.
She had
resolved that should Angel still be alive, nothing and no one
would ever
come between them again. And they had each affirmed that
resolution
this evening.
Angel approached the bed, continuing to ravage her with soft,
wet
kisses. As he placed her upon the bed, he looked down at
her, and he
couldnt help but smile when he saw the amount of lust in
her eyes that
he knew she saw reflected in his own eyes. He bent down and
started a
trail of kisses down her face, to her ears, her throat, and then
stopped
almost as abruptly as he had started.
Buffy, who was nearly convulsing from the sensations this
caused, caught
her breath when she realized he had stopped. Looking at him
through
misty eyes, she ached inside, hoping he hadnt changed his
mind.
"Angel?" she cried out, her voice childlike again.
Their first time had been a harried, ardent union. The
threat of losing
their lives had sent them reeling headfirst into their lovemaking.
Angel did not want to make the same mistake again. If this
were to be
their last time, he was determined to spend the entire evening
loving
her, revealing to her the depth of his immortal love. This
way, no
matter what happened, she would never question his intentions
again.
"Ssh, love. Its all right," he calmed
her, smiling down at her. He
brushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes as the fear on
her face
was replaced with a smile.
Buffy sighed, which sounded more like a sob. "I
I
thought youd changed
your mind."
Angel shook his head, then covered his lips with hers.
"Never," he
whispered, then kissed her again, slipping his tongue into the
warmth of
her mouth. Buffys tongue met his, and they began a
slow, stimulating
duel as Angels hands began to roam over her body. He
took his time,
determined to sear every inch, every curve, and every hidden area
of her
body into his mind. He felt her begin to quiver as he
brushed his lips
over her breasts, so very near to her already hardened nipples.
Likewise, Buffy to began to explore on her own. She ran
her fingers
through his thick hair, then down over his shoulders to his
waist,
pausing when she reached the hem of his sweater. As
if reading her
mind, Angel pulled away slightly and assisted her by pulling it
over his
shoulders and head, then tossing it absent-mindedly to the floor.
Angel
returned his hands to his exploration, and as his hands began to
knead
her breasts, Buffy arched toward him, surprised once more at the
power
of his touch. A low, sensual growl from deep within Angels
chest was
his reply to her response. Very slowly, he began to undo
the buttons of
her sheer sweater. His hands were shaking as the craving
overwhelmed
him, and he began to rip the buttons off one by one with his
teeth.
This was too much for Buffy and she bucked against him, anxious
for
their naked bodies to touch. He pulled the sweater from her
arms in one
swift movement, then equally as fast pulled her camisole over her
head,
tossing it across the room. He inhaled sharply at the sight
of her now
exposed breasts. He had forgotten just how beautiful she
was, then
smiled when he recognized how vivacious she had become in the
past few
months.
Buffy felt herself becoming completely lost in the sensations
her body
was experiencing, more so as Angel took one of her nipples into
his
mouth and began to suck on it as he kneaded the other breast with
his
free hand. She gripped the headboard as she began to
convulse, nearing
the point of her climax. She was amazed at what a simple
flick of his
tongue over her firm nipples could do to every inch of her body.
She
had felt her inner thighs moisten when Angel first kissed her,
and to
her slight embarrassment, she knew he had smelled her arousal
long
before then. But as his tongue continued to suckle her
breast, Buffy
could no longer deny the urgency building inside her, and
climaxed.
Arching her hips upward, Buffy nearly came again when she felt
his
erection pressing against her aching body.
Angel pulled away from her, trying to hold back his own orgasm
as he
felt Buffys body push against his hardened cock. He
closed his eyes,
trying to hold back the demon within him, desperate to hold onto
his
humanity as long as he could. He barely heard Buffy as she
whispered
his name over, and over again.
She reached up and stroked her hand over his face, smiling to
herself as
she felt the ridges on his forehead harden as his features
morphed.
Angel turned away from her touch slightly, but she turned him
back
toward her. "Angel, its okay. Let me see
you," she whispered, and he
looked down at her with his beastly eyes. "I love all
of you, even
*this* you. Im not scared," she assured him,
then reached up and
pulled him down to her, kissing him. She felt a slight
sting of pain as
his fangs grazed over her lips and her tongue, but she continued
to kiss
him, determined to convince him that all was well.
The taste of her blood on his tongue was enough to do him in.
Within
seconds Angel had stripped them both of the remainder of their
clothing,
and once more settled above her. Angel covered her mouth
with his own
to distract her from the pain that she would certainly feel when
he tore
the remainder of her virginity as he entered her. She
winced only
slightly, nearly unaware of what had actually happened, her body
simply
relishing the feeling of him inside her at long last. As he
thrust for
the first time after entering her, Buffy succumbed once more to
the
orgasmic sensations that flooded through her very being.
The feeling of her moist tightness around him nearly caused
Angel to go
over the edge. But he held back, yearning to draw their
time out as
much as possible. As they began to move together, Angel
felt his
undead, cursed heart fill with warmth. He reveled in the
radiance of
her body, amazed how her temperature could warm his own cold
corpse. It
was a fire that consumed him beyond his wildest imagination.
Each time she felt Angel move within her, she knew she had to
have him,
all of him, as deep within her as possible. She pushed down
upon him
harder, eliciting a groan, then a growl from her vampiric lover.
Quickening the pace, it didnt take long for Angel to begin
his own
climax. Desiring to bring them to that point together,
Angel reached
between her thighs, fingering her clit gently, and just enough to
cause
her to come again.
Raising her head from the pillows, Buffy came with a strangled
cry,
unknowingly baring her neck to him. As Angel heard his name
on her
lips, he lunged forward, sinking his fangs deep into her neck,
then came
himself, spilling his cold, long-dead seed deep within her womb.
He
drank from her, heightening his orgasm with the strength and heat
of her
powerful blood. He pulled away, licking away a few droplets
of blood,
healing her wound. As his face returned to his human
appearance, Angel
looked with tear-filled eyes into Buffys own pained
expression.
"Buffy," he whispered her name, almost inaudible.
"I love you," she said as tears spilled onto her
face. She would never
regret their decision and the time they had spent together once
more.
But she still could not keep the fear from entering her heart.
Sensing her fright, Angel leaned down and kissed her gently.
"I love
you. Never forget, Buffy. No matter what. I
will always love you."
He pulled away, then lay down beside her, pulling her back
against him.
He slipped his arm around her, holding her tightly around her
waist.
They both lay quietly, waiting for the inevitable. But
exhaustion from
the evenings earlier events and from their lovemaking
claimed them
both, and the lovers fell into a quiet sleep.
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Buffy awoke with a start. Quickly remembering where she
was, and what
had happened, she apprehensively turned onto her side to face
Angel. He
was still sleeping his chest did not rise nor fall, but
Buffy realized
that he had fallen into the sleep of death. She looked over
his
shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 01:30 am,
the red light
flickered back. 'Damn,' she thought. 'Mom will surely be in
a fit this
time. I dont care, Buffy thought, and closed
her eyes. Shell know
soon enough where Ive been. Buffy opened her
eyes to find Angel
watching her. She tensed briefly, but realized had he lost
his soul in
the past minute, she would have known.
She relaxed when she realized that for obvious reasons,
nothing had
happened. She smiled then reached out and brushed her hand
across his
face. "Hi," she said softly, somewhat sensual.
Angel smiled, then kissed the back of her hand. He
leaned over and
brushed his lips softly against hers, then laid back down,
pulling her
down to rest her head upon his chest. He sighed an undead
sigh, then
smiled and whispered, "Hello, lover."
THE END