Title: Wolf Pack
Chapter Title: The Morning
Author: Baby Blues
Disclaimer: Not mine, but the story is.
Summary: After their night of passion, Angel and Buffy talk about their next step . . .
Dedication: To . . . Mel, for giving me the right support to continue on with my unfinished website.
Notes: They're werewolves for God's sakes! They have to have stamina . . . And on chapter 24, Faith was grasping at straws.
~Buffy: I dont ever wanna get up.
~Angelus: I think I can help you with that . . .
The light of the early morning dawn streamed within the bedroom, the rays of the sun dancing prettily on the marble floor, like a ballet of stars in daylight.
Two perfectly content and blissful forms lay in a bundle of flesh, red velvet, and silk on a bed made of clouds and a touch of wispy air.
The light song of the blue jays outside the down-seat window drifted sweetly through the large glass as Buffy and Angelus slept on with content smiles on their beautiful faces.
His hold on her tightened as he pulled her closer to him, her bare back against his strong and naked chest.
Buffys eyes fluttered open first as she took in her surroundings. First of all, she wasnt in her room because the usual light colors she was greeted with every morning had turned a deep shade of red and black.
But she suddenly smiled and remembered where she was as she took a deep breath and glanced behind her at the sleeping form of her lover.
The look of peace and contentment lightened his handsome face. He looked like a young boy when he was asleep.
Buffys mind rapidly began to drift to the night before . . . of the soothing touches, the promises and soft whispers of love that were exchanged, the loud beats of two hearts . . . as well as the thickening of their love and the link that united them.
Her smile widened as she snuggled closer to Angels body.
The tall dark attractive man woke up next, mumbling something about coffee and Buffy so they could stay up all night without sleeping.
The girl mentioned grinned and turned to look at him.
"Morning," he grumbled, eyes still closed, but a smile playing on his lips as his hands traveled down to her waist, the pad of his thumb rubbing her hip in a calming pattern.
"Mmm," was Buffys response.
Angelus opened his eyes and was met by beautiful blue ones. He kissed her forehead and rested his against hers.
"A very good morning indeed," Buffy sighed and kissed his lips.
"You can say that again," Angel said with satisfaction.
Buffy chuckled lightly and let her fingers dance lightly on Angelus taut abdomen. "We missed the big search last night for the Initiative base," Buffy reminded him.
"Well take care of that later," Angelus said, not wanting to think about the threat that was looming just above the horizon . . . especially when he was in bed . . . and with Buffy.
"I dont ever wanna get up," Buffy complained, trailing her fingers down to his chest and past his stomach and to his very prominent erection.
Angelus smiled and thrust into her hand, savoring the feel of her hot palm.
"I think I can help you with that," he ground out and pounced on her, making her yelp in surprise as he pressed her against the mattress.
He began nuzzling her slim neck, licking at the small hollow between her collarbone. His kisses then traveled down to her breasts, softly suckling and biting at her nipples.
Buffy softly cried and arched against him, wanting more of his touch.
Angelus slowly kissed a tormenting path down to her stomach as she tangled her slender fingers through his soft brown hair, urging him upwards and towards her lips.
He stopped and stared at her stormy blue eyes, a hurricane of emotions and a tornado of zeal locked in her cerulean eyes. He took her lips and slowly kissed her, savoring the sweet taste that was uniquely Buffy.
"Angel," she gasped quietly as he pulled away and began stroking her face, watching with much satisfaction as love and lust clouded her eyes.
Needing him more than she could possibly say, she pulled him to her, afraid this would all be just some sort of dream and she would wake in her bed and alone. She urged him forward, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her.
Angelus felt her dilemma and forced her to look at him. "I love you," he whispered, brown eyes full of intensity.
Buffy smiled, relaxing in his arms. "I love you too," she whispered back.
In one powerful thrust, Angelus was deep inside her, buried to the hilt in her inviting warmth. She was as tight as the first time . . . and the second time, and the third time. His eyes nearly crossed at the feel of her surrounding him.
The two destined werewolves cried out together, and began murmured incomprehensible thoughts and words of love.
Angelus continued to move within her, plunging deeper into her scorching channel, amazed at the secure fit she offered.
They climbed to the peaks of their passion, and Angelus convulsed as he spilled his hot seed into her womb.
Buffy cried his name and followed him, bucking against him.
And they lied there, shaking in each others arms, with their sweaty limbs entangled, their sated bodies still joined, as they waited for their breaths to slow down.
"That would be number nineteen since last night," Buffy breathed.
"Twenty on my count," Angelus corrected.
Buffy could only laugh.
"Im so lucky to have you," Angelus said honestly as he pulled her within his embrace, his eyes closed as he relished the feel of her smooth body within his arms.
Buffy grinned. "It rained last night," she commented, remembering the thunder and the lightening . . . the fire as well as the passion.
"Thats nice," Angelus grumbled.
"People are gonna wonder what happened to us," Buffy told him.
"Were gonna need an explanation," Buffy added, playing with his fingers.
"We made love all night long . . . will hopefully have a repeated performance tonight, and the next night, and the night after that . . . " Angelus said, a smile tugging at his lips.
Buffy hit him playfully on the arm. "Im serious," she said.
Angelus took a deep breath and stared at Buffys blue eyes. "What do want to happen?" he asked her.
Buffy frowned, but shrugged. "I want to take care of the Initiative . . . I want the pack safe and grounded again," she said, "I want a lot of things . . . do you want to hear them all?"
Angelus slowly shook his head and Buffy smiled.
"I mean," Angel said, taking her face between his hands as he made her look at him, "What do you want from *me*?"
Buffy looked into his soft russet brown eyes, finding nothing but a mixture of emotions: of love and fear, of comfort and apprehension. "I just want you to love me," she whispered truthfully, "What do you want from me?"
Angelus smiled sincerely and dug his hand underneath his pillow.
Buffy frowned . . . but her eyes widened when he suddenly took out a beautiful white platinum gold ring. "I want your hand in marriage," he replied.
Tears sprung from Buffys eyes as she took in the sight of the white gold ring and the nervousness in Angels brown eyes.
"Just my hand?" she asked through tears.
Angelus chuckled. "Hand . . . feet, breasts . . . all of you," he said.
The tears poured from Buffys eyes and she nodded. "Yes," she answered, her chin and bottom lip quivering, "Of course . . . "
Angelus let out a sigh of relief as he gently took her left hand and placed the ring through her ring finger.
Buffy stared at it, still crying happy tears.
"Its a claddagh," he explained as she studied the heart with the large heart shaped diamond in the middle, a royal crown a top of it, and a pair of hands holding it carefully. "My people exchanged them back in Ireland," he informed, watching her face as she gawked at it in complete awe. "The crown stands for loyalty, the hands . . . friendship . . . and the heart," he smiled, "Well, you know . . . love."
"Its beautiful," she breathed.
"I want to give you a gold one . . . on our wedding day," he informed her.
"I love it," she said, looking into his eyes, "But I love you more."
Angelus kissed her forehead and sighed. "You better."
He pulled her closer to his body as she continued to admire the engagement ring with a smile. "Cant wait to shop for my wedding dress," she breathed.
Angelus chuckled. "Is that all youre thinking about?"
"That . . . and how you would look in your tux . . . and of course our honeymoon," she laughed lightly as they threaded their hands together, "And not to mention the song well play for our first dance as husband and wife . . . possibly that Bryan Adams song . . . "
" Everything I do, I do it for you? " Angelus grinned. "Isnt that a bit corny, lover? How bout Who Let the Dogs Out? Itll be quite fitting."
Buffys jaw fell and stared at him in complete shock and horror. "Not on my wedding day."
And at that moment, Tiger barked urgently outside the door, wanting to be let in.
The pair laughed.
Angelus became serious and kissed her again. "Ill make you happy," he whispered in her ear, "I promise."
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