Ain't destiny's grand?: Chapter 25
by i_hate_mornings
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I'm only borrowing the characters for a while.
Chapter 25
Buffy groaned as she slowly returned to consciousness. The cold grass beneath her made her shiver and goose bumps covered her skin as she laid there, trying to regain her bearings.
A small sound alerted her to the fact she was not alone. She opened her eyes to stare into the most amazing pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen. She groaned as it all came back to her. Her fight with Spike, Drusilla’s cowardly attack. Damn, she should have been paying more attention.
Spike pulled back, grinning at her as he lit another cigarette. ‘Those things will kill ya,’ she said, her voice filled with pain as she struggled to sit up. ‘Oops, my bad, you’re already dead.’
Spike threw back his head and laughed. Buffy winced at the loud sound. A dull ringing began in her head. She rubbed her forehead, trying to soothe the ache beginning there. Knocked from behind again. Smart Buffy, real smart, she cursed herself.
Spike stood and offered her his hand. She stared at it in confusion. He grinned again and Buffy glared at him before getting up on her own. Drusilla was no where to be seen.
‘So, pet, I have to say that was bloody brilliant. You know, with the wolf an’ all. Knew you were a smart bint,’ Spike breathed out a puff of smoke. ‘Can see why me wanker of a sire likes you so much.’
Buffy shook her head, trying to clear it. She could have sworn Spike just complemented her. She was getting delusional. ‘Sorry bout Dru. Couldn’t contain her excitement.’
Buffy, now on her feet, began to sway alarmingly. She staggered over to a gravestone and perched herself on it, willing the fog to disappear from her brain. Damn Drusilla.
‘What do you want Spike?’ she asked wearily. It was late and she was too tied for games. If he’d wanted to kill her, he could have done it by now.
The blonde vamp crushed the butt of his smoke under his boot and thrust his empty hands into his pockets. ‘I want to make a deal,’ he announced arrogantly.
Buffy laughed. She stopped when she saw the look on Spike’s face. ‘You’re serious,’ she noted the amusement still on her face.
‘Yeah,’ he frowned at her. ‘It’s like this, pet. I want to win Slayerfest,’ Buffy rolled her eyes. ‘I can only do that by killing you first. As you’ve noticed, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be. Not to mention the fact the you have the poof’s protection. The wanker will kill me before I can do anything to you. So I want to make a deal. I help you take out the other two teams, Beta and Charlie, and you and I have a real fight once it’s all over.’
‘Uh huh,’ Buffy was finding it hard not to laugh in his face. ‘And this fight would end how?’
‘You beat me, Dru and I leave town, never to return to Sunnyhell as long as you live. If I win, well, let’s just say I get to win Slayerfest.’
Buffy pretended to think it over. Make a deal with Spike? I so don’t think so. Spike seemed to know what she was thinking.
‘This is not a joke, Slayer,’ he insisted, taking a step towards her. She glared at him and he stopped.
She needed to talk to Giles. He’d know what to do. But what if Spike was for real and Giles just staked him? Her Watcher didn’t like the blonde vamp any more than she did. Angel, she needed Angel. She froze. As though she’d conjured him, she felt his presence in the large cemetery. She smirked. They were about to find out how truthful Spike was being.
Angel suddenly stepped out behind his childe and grabbed his neck. ‘What are you doing here Spike?’ he asked in a rough voice.
Spike just scowled. ‘Talking to the bint, you poof,’ he answered bravely.
Buffy saw Angel’s grip tighten on the Brit’s neck. Spike never made a sound or movement to show he felt it. Buffy watched him with fascination. Angel noticed and growled. She glanced at him in amusement. The big bad vampire was jealous of Spike?
‘I won’t ask you again, William,’ Angel growled.
Buffy saw Spike’s anger at the address. She saw the hatred flash in the younger vamps eyes and she sighed. A brawl was so not what she was in the mood for right now. ‘Angel, let him go,’ she said tiredly. ‘Spike, tell him what you told me.’
Angel reluctantly let go of Spike’s neck and Spike straightened his jacket. He winced as the movement jarred the healing wounds on his stomach. Buffy hoped Spike isn’t going to turn around and deck his sire. They acted so much like children, at any other time it would have been amusing. The bump on the back of her head was still throbbing painfully. She lifted a hand to touch it and winced. Angel saw the action and moved to Buffy’s side.
She winced again as Angel softly probed the tender area. She jumped up and held Angel’s arm as he lunged for Spike. ‘It wasn’t him,’ she informed him. ‘Dru got a little branch happy.’
Angel paused and Buffy pulled him back to her side. ‘Spike,’ she sighed. ‘Get on with it.’
The vamp bristled at being given orders buy the Slayer but he spoke anyway. Buffy held Angel’s hand as Spike repeated everything he told her earlier. She felt Angel’s grip tighten around her fingers and she squeezed back to reassure him.
When Spike finished, he stood. ‘You actually expect us to believe this?’ he asked incredulously.
Buffy cringed. She had begun to believe the blonde vampire. He seemed sincere. Besides, as she’d pointed out earlier, he could have killed her by now. ‘Angel?’ she called to him hesitantly. ‘I kinda believe him.’
Angel turned to stare at her and she shrugged apologetically. She bit her lip as she trained her gaze on a smug Spike. ‘What about Drusilla?’ she asked him.
The smile slipped from his face. ‘The less Drusilla knows, the better,’ he scowled.
Buffy raised an eyebrow. She glanced at Angel. ‘Dru would leave him if she found out he was making a deal with the Slayer,’ he explained.
Buffy nodded understandingly as Spike huffed out a breath of air. ‘Have to know everything don’t ya, peaches?’
Angel took a menacing step forwards but Buffy intervened. She stumbled in between the two vampires and held up her hands. She swayed a little as a wave of nausea hit her but she stayed standing.
‘Not now, boys,’ she winced. ‘I need to go home. Spike, we’ll think about your offer and get back to you. I need to go home. Drusilla attacks me again, she fits in an ashtray.’
Spike nodded. He glared at his sire one last time before turning on his heel and leaving the couple alone. The moment Spike was out of sight, Buffy sagged against Angel. He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a few moments. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Giles called me. He was worried about you facing down a werewolf and Spike by yourself. You should have called me,’ he said softly.
Buffy winced as pain throbbed in her temples. Angel’s grip tightened around her slight form. ‘What happened?’
She told him everting that happened since she entered the graveyard. ‘I had Spike on the ground. He was an easy target. I relaxed my guard. That’s when Drusilla got me. She snuck up behind me and whacked me with the branch. When I came round, it was just me and Spike. Then he made his offer.’
‘And you believed him?’ Angel pulled back to look into her eyes.
She shrugged. ‘He seemed sincere. And I didn’t believe him immediately. I’m not stupid,’ she defended herself angrily. When she tried to wrench herself from Angel’s arms, the nausea returned full force and she ground before collapsing to the ground.
Angel bent down and picked her up. He held her close to his body as he headed for the exit. She clutched him tightly. Her mind began to close down as she lay in his arms. The darkness she fought so hard to get rid of was trying to overtake her once again. She went limp in Angel’s comforting hold. He carried her all the way home.
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Angel kicked open the mansion door and strode into the large living area. The only change in the past two days was the presence of even more books. Probably researching the werewolf.
He had yet to meet Oz, him being a wolf at the moment and all. Since he hadn’t seen him in the cemetery, Angel assumed Buffy got him back into the crypt to wait out the dawn. He made a note to let Giles know the boy needed to be freed in the morning. Right now, Buffy was his priority.
He took her straight upstairs, glad when he didn’t run into anyone. She still hadn’t regained consciousness and he debated whether to take her to the hospital or not. Her fear of them may end up doing more harm than good, especially as she was prone to escaping. He laid her down on the comforter before doubling back to close the bedroom door.
In her bathroom he found the first aid kit and some towels. He filled a container with warm water and walked back out to the bedroom. She woke as he re-entered the room. He turned her over and set about cleaning and dressing the wound while she laid there silently.
His brow furrowed as she remained silent. Maybe the damage was worse than he first thought.
‘I don’t think Spike was lying,’ she said quietly, disabusing him of his previous notion. She was fine.
‘I don’t think he was either,’ Angel tilted her head to the side. When he was done, he sat back and watched her.
‘I thought you were mad at me for believing him,’ she said somewhat sheepishly.
Angel smiled. She was so beautiful, so sweet that even if he had been mad at her, it wouldn’t have lasted long. He brushed the hair back from her face. She smiled and leant into the caress.
‘Thanks for coming,’ she whispered and a small smile crossed his face.
‘I wouldn’t have done anything less,’ he whispered back. Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. She breathed in hard and took the initiative to deepen the kiss. He let her take control, content to follow where she led.
Her hand came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling his head closer. He smiled as he leaned further into the kiss. The kiss deepened even further and Angel found himself grasping her desperately. She clutched his neck tightly and he knew he was home for the first time in over two hundred years.
He pushed her back into the pillows, following her down until he covered her body with his. She wedged a knee in between his legs and he groaned as her thigh caressed his rapidly growing arousal. Only she could get him this hard this fast. He broke away, panting and buried his face in her neck. Her pulse beat crazily and he found himself licking along the vein there. She moaned, a sound that instantly shot to his groin.
He ground his erection into her thigh and she moaned again, setting him on fire. God this felt so good, she felt so good. Her hot body was heating his cold frame and it felt better than sitting in front of the open fire, one of his favourite past times. He ran a hand down her side, making her shiver in expectation.
He ran his hands over her breasts making her moan in delight. Her hands wrapped around his back and her nails dug into the flesh there. He kissed her face, every inch of it he could reach, before moving down her neck. He left a wet trail down her neck and over her collar bone. He continued over her chest to her breasts. His mouth closed over a nipple through her shirt and she groaned in ecstasy.
He transferred her attention to the other hard nub and she arched her back into the caress. His hand wandered down over her stomach to her wet core. She bucked up against him as his hand brushed over the sensitive area. He could feel the heat in her body increase and it drove all thoughts from his mind. Her nails dug into his back and his face changed as he smelt his own blood.
He pulled back, not wanting her to see him like that. He sensed her confusion but he didn’t offer an explanation. She would be disgusted if she found he couldn’t control himself. He could still smell her arousal and it was slowly driving him nuts. Why did she have to be so irresistible?
He felt a light touch on his arm but he refused to turn around. Instead, he stood from her bed, cursing his demon and his lack of control. He felt her in his blood, in the air around him and it was getting harder and harder to keep from turning around and burying himself in her.
He closed his eyes, willing the demon to recede. His eyes snapped open when he felt Buffy’s soft hand touch his face. He backed away, face averted but she came forward and took hold of his face. ‘Don’t,’ he back away again but this time was unable to turn away.
‘What’s wrong?’ her voice was still heavy with arousal and Angel wanted to melt into the carpet.
‘Nothing, it’s just…’ he didn’t know how to put it into words. How could she stand to see his demon’s face? Didn’t it disgust her?
‘What?’ she stepped closer to him and he didn’t back away. His willpower was fading fast. He craved to be closer to her again.
‘You shouldn’t have to touch me when I’m like this,’ he mumbled.
His face would have flamed in embarrassment if it had been able to. She understood immediately what he was trying to say. To his shock, she didn’t laugh at him or turn away in disgust. She simply took hold of his face and stared into the yellow eyes. He stood, entranced as she moved even closer, pressing her hot body up against his. He groaned at the contact.
‘I didn’t even notice,’ she whispered before her lips covered his.
He groaned again the pleasure of her lips almost too much for him to bear. What had he done to deserve this? She pushed him back on the bed and he tumbled on to it willingly. She crawled over him, stretching out on his chest as she continued to kiss him fiercely. Her hot little hands ran up and down his chest, frantically undoing the buttons on his shirt.
He managed to regain some semblance of control, enough to pull back and still her hands with his own. ‘Are you sure?’ he stared into her passion glazed eyes.
She nodded slowly, fully understanding what he was asking. He returned his mouth to hers, almost passing out with the pleasure. Angel sat up so Buffy could remove his shirt. Her hands ran over the bare skin and he shivered at the contact. His hands twined in her hair, careful to not touch the wound, angling her head so he could intensify the kiss further. She mewled and he growled in response. In over two hundred and fifty years, no sexual experience had been as intense as this one kiss with Buffy. He knew as long as he lived he’d never experience anything like it again. She was pure heaven, much more than he deserved and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to be with her.
She shifted on his lap and her crotch ground down on his erection. He grunted and held her still. ‘Keep doing that,’ he growled low in her ear, making her shiver. ‘And this will be over long before it can truly begin.’
She rubbed herself against him, harder than before and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was trying to kill him! What a way to go, he thought as he rolled her under him.
She arched back against him, grinding herself against his cock once again and he growled in warning. She giggled, giggled, not realising the danger she was in. He smirked. A little payback was always a good thing. He nipped at the flesh above her breasts, delighting in her outraged cries. His hands once again roved her body, arousing it to unbearable heights. She squirmed underneath him, his slacks strained against the force of his erect cock as she rubbed up against it again. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this torture.
She lifted her head and latched on to the side of his neck, her blunt teeth nibbling at his flesh and he almost exploded right then and there. He pulled off her shirt and threw it over his head, not caring where it landed. He pulled back and undid the snap on her jeans. She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the denim down her thighs and they went the way of her shirt.
She lay under him, dressed only in her underwear and he swore he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. She was a goddess, his goddess, meant to be worshipped and lover for all eternity. He bent forwards and traced around the edge of her bra with his mouth. She squirmed with suspense and he grinned against her skin. The temptress was getting a taste of her own medicine.
His lips trailed down her stomach, kissing his way round her bellybutton to the edge of her panties. He could smell the musk of her arousal and it turned him on like nothing else ever could.
She tensed slightly as he played with the waistband of the cotton underwear. He blew lightly over the wetness in her panties and she sagged with pleasure. He hooked his fingers in the cotton and began to draw the scrap of material down her legs.
An intense pounding sounded in his head and he frowned in worry. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He stopped the downward movement and she groaned. The pounding sounded again and Angel froze as he realised someone was on the other side of Buffy’s door. He jack-knifed off the bed and picked Buffy up as the door opened.
Willow walked in, unaware and squeaked in horror as she noticed an almost naked Buffy hiding behind a half naked Angel. The vampire grinned as the redhead’s face turned the same colour as her hair.
She made a few noise before she turned and hurried out of the room. Buffy groaned into his back.
‘That so did not happen,’ she said disbelievingly.
Angel laughed.
It was the only thing he could do.
How much do you love me? Come on, you can tell me. I had a sudden rush of inspiration for this chapter and the next but then i have to concentrate back on school work. Enjoy it while you can.
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