Return to Innocence
Buffy awoke to the faint trickling of the pouring rain. She was disorientated at first and then gradually her memories of the previous night returned. She recalled being captured by Spike and Drusillas minions, and being bought before the judge. She remembered the intense pain and fear that had shot through her body when Angel offered himself as a sacrifice to save her. This had been accompanied by a strange mixture of love and pride that this beautiful creature, her very own guardian angel was prepared to sacrifice his very existence to protect her own. When she had kicked the judge, that small contact had sent shivers of cold, permeated with the essence of evil throughout her body. She believed she would never become warm again.
But angel had proved her wrong, in his embrace she had rediscovered her existence, she had discovered just how intimately connected to him she was. He was her soul mate, the missing half of herself and last night for the first time she had become complete and emerged as a new being.
Buffy moved her hand and slowly let her fingertips brush angels chest as he lay asleep beside her. She could not stop herself from starring at his sleeping form. That luscious brown hair, that was as soft as it looked, and made her want to run her fingers through it every time she saw him. That wonderful marble white chest, consisting of perfectly sculptured muscles. She smiled contentedly as she remembered the first time she had seen him without a shirt, she had almost forgotten to breath, and what she had seen had fuelled her fantasies for months. Slowly she moved her hands down wards with a featherlight touch only to have her hands captured by angels. Embarrassed she slowly angled her head to look at her new lover.
" Hi, " she said softly looking into angels chocolatey brown eyes, that always made her heart melt. Angel did not reply, but continued to stare at her for long tense moments. " Angel....? are you o.k " she asked tentatively, concern radiating from every pore.
Angel slowly let out a long sigh, he closed his eyes tightly for what seemed to her to be the longest second of her life before replying, "You're real....I thought I was dreaming again."
"'Is that real good, or real bad," she asked, instantly plagued by doubts. Angel was so much more experienced than she was, how could she possibly compete with the previous women he'd known in satisfying him. Yes it was true that she'd never had any complaints from him, indeed their last few makeout session had left him speechless by her boldness but still that had only been heavy petting. Last night their relationship had moved into different unknown territory and she had had to rely on instinct alone.
Angel pulled Buffy closer to him, moulding her body into his own before replying in that soft husky voice of his. "Oh no, its good- not just good its amazing." With that he slowly lowered his head to hers and proceeded to demonstrate just how happy he was to find her in his bed. Tenderly he brushed his lips across hers, making her gasp and arch upwards to try and increase the pressure. Buffy wound her arms tightly around his neck, using her slayer strength to roll him so that he now lay on top of her. Angel continued to kiss her, lightly nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth before soothing the area with his tongue. Buffy responded in kind, opening her mouth to his to encourage his oral invasion. his cool tongue glided in rapid movements within her mouth in an obvious imitation of the act that had occurred the previous night Her hands moved to his shoulder, fingertips tracing the tattoo with gentle loving stroke that bought a soft moan of pleasure from her lover.
Suddenly angel lifted his head from hers, brushing a few strands of golden blond from her face he murmured, "I love you so much....don’t ever doubt how important you are to me...you are my life."
Buffy’s eyes rapidly filled with tears, she silently vowed that she would make him happy, that she would erase all of the appalling memories he had from the time when he had been without a soul. Reassured of his love and commitment Buffy felt confident to take the lead. The previous night angel had taken charge, caressing her and pleasing them both until she wanted to cry from the sheer anguish of the pleasure. Now it was time for payback- she was determined to please him until he begged her to end his torment.
She rolled suddenly, trapping him underneath her, noting the surprise that crossed his face. Tantalisingly slow she licked the side of his neck, before drawing his left earlobe into her mouth and tugging sharply. Angel moaned in response, he could not believe how bold she had become and breathlessly wondered how far she would go before shyness set in. Some part of his brain that was still able to function normally idly wondered if she had any idea what she was doing to him, if she had known that the neck was a highly erotic zone for a vampire, then suddenly all thought disappeared as he felt Buffy’s small blunt teeth try to bury themselves into his neck. Buffy smiled softly to herself, that research in the library on the mating habits of vampires was certainly paying off, and angels sharp intake of air, that he had no use for, had shown her just how true Giles notes had been. Vampires certainly got off on being bitten.
Taking small bites of pales flesh Buffy moved from angels neck to his chest, loving the feel of control and power that he gave to her by letting her take the lead. She moved to one taught nipple and slowly laved it with her tongue before moving to its mate to give it equal treatment. Angel tried desperately to remain in control, he wanted more than anything to let her play, to allow her to discover her own sensuality and power, but he had wanted her for so long, had spent long nights (well days actually ) and cold showers thinking of her, dreaming of the taste and feel of her skin and he felt his control slipping, and his demonic visage emerge. The need to mark her, to make her his woman, to take her so hard that she would be imprinted with his scent and never feel the need to look at another man was so strong that it took all of the will power he had spent fighting his demon to remain still and allow Buffy to continue her torture.
Taking a deep breath, Buffy continued her small biting/licking movement downwards to where his erection lay hard and glistening along the taut muscles of his stomach. Any feelings of shyness had long since departed, she had fantasised about doing this to him, had even practised using a lollipop on a girls night in with cordelia and willow, and now finally she was going to be able to taste him. Tentatively at first she kissed him softly along his length, delighting in the way his hips arched towards her to prolong her touching, seemingly of their own volition. Using the tip of her tongue she continued her stroking movements, before swirling lightly around the tip, she couldn’t believe how much she was loving doing this to him. Wanting more she took the tip into her mouth, suckling lightly on the head. She marvelled at the different sensations , he felt as strong as steel and yet the skin was a soft as silk.
Angel grabbed hold of the headrest in a punishing grip, his eyes rolled back into his head at the intense pleasure, all intelligent thoughts had long since vanished and all he could concentrate on was her mouth and the mounting pressure building up inside him.
Buffy smiled to herself, she could tell he was lost, that he was out of control, and more than anything she wanted to keep it that way. He growled and purred continuously throughout the ordeal heightening her own arousal. She took more and more of his length into her mouth, increasing the pressure by sucking hard as she went down. With a loud growl angel suddenly grabbed her, pulling her away from him before twisting sharply until she found herself on her back with a very naked and determined vampire above her. Without hesitation he thrust himself into her, both pausing at the intense feeling of completeness that this action bought.
Agonisingly slow he began to pulse within her, moving gently as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. While the tenderness with which angel touched her made her heart melt Buffy wanted more, she wanted angel to be frantic to possess her, to take her with uncontrolled passion. Using all of her slayer strength Buffy clenched her internal muscles while grabbing his back forcing him harder into her. Angels head came up sharply as he looked at her in lust and astonishment. Responding to the unspoken message in her eyes angel increased the speed and power of his thrust, amazed at the response he was getting from his love. With inhuman speed they continued to crash together, each controlling and responding to the others strength with their own. Some distant part of each was aware that together they were the perfect sexual match, that only together could they lose control without hurting the other.
Their rhythms in synchronisation, they continued to build towards the inevitable conclusion of their mating dance. Taking a deep breath Buffy slowly turned her bare neck towards angels face. He had not drunk from her the previous night, had not asked her for it, he hadn’t needed blood to allow him to come. Buffy was sure angel would never ask her to incorporate blood play into their lovemaking. but she wanted to do this for and with her love, to demonstrate that she accepted all of him, including the demon inside him.
Angel instantly tensed, his mind refusing to accept what she was so clearly offering him. He had vowed last night when the blood lust had arose at the height of their passion that he would never defile her in such a way, that he would not force her to provide release for his demonic urges and yet he craved it almost as much as he craved her love. To be able to drink from her at the moment of climax was a fantasy that he only admitted in the deepest recess of his mind.
Buffy turned her head back to watch his face, a mixture of lust and guilt played across perfect features as he struggled to resist taking what he so desperately wanted. " Drink angel " she whispered softly to him, " Please, I want this," smiling slightly to herself that she, the slayer was pleading with a vampire to bite her. With a low groan angel was unable to resist longer and arched forward fangs extended, embedding them deeply within her neck. If making love to Buffy was paradise then they were no words to explain the ultimate pleasure he could taste in her blood. He savoured every drop as if water to a man lost in the Sahara for a lifetime. Buffy cried out at the pain, as he sucked her life-force from her. Almost instantly the pain turned to pleasure. This was not the same as the Masters bite whose aim had been to cause her fear and pain, this was angel , and far more quickly than she had ever though possible Buffy began to crave his bite, his urgent sucking creating an erotic counterpoint that allowed her to climax more fully than she'd ever done before. With a loud growl of completion angel finished drinking from her, flooding her with his seed. He rested his head against her breast for some moments, before as sanity and memory returned he moved anguished to stare at her face convinced he had killed her or terrified her to death with his demonic lust.
Buffy smiled contentedly up at him, she had achieved everything she wanted, she had pushed him over the edge so that his pleasure was all he had thought of. She had wanted that, had wanted him to be selfish in his desires for once. Their first time he had pushed his needs away pleasuring her with his hands and mouth, so that she had already come twice before he had entered her. This time angel had not even attempted foreplay before he had thrust himself inside her. She loved that he had lost control and bit her, it meant so much that the man that had fought so hard for control for the past century could lose that control because of her, a seventeen year old virgin. (Well not a virgin anymore.)
Angel was astounded to discover that Buffy was looking at him with the same mixture of love, lust and contentment that he always saw in her gaze when she looked at him. She accepted him, and all of him without reservation and angel experienced the first peaceful and guiltfree feelings since the curse had been placed upon him. Silently he promised himself that he would protect and love this astounding creature for the rest of her days, vowing that nothing would come between them. Silently she reaffirmed that vow. They had no need for words, both so intune with the other that speaking was unnecessary. With a contented sigh the slayer and her mate curled up together on the bed and slept.
The End