Chapter 4
Rome
Angel and Spike had been running around Rome for hours. They had come with a mission but had failed miserably. They knew they should have just gone directly to the meeting place and picked up the demon head they had come for and get back to LA. No, they could not help the pull they felt being in the same city as their beloved. As soon as the plane touched down Angel could feel her. She was in his soul and he felt her even if she was miles away. Spike on the other hand only wanted to make sure that the Immortal had not staked his claim to her. He felt a drawl, a pull if you will but it wasn’t from Buffy, it was from his desire to aid his grandsire. He felt the pain and hurt emanating from Angel and it pained him as well. They had a connection, a bond, and they were family by blood, literally. He finally began to understand why he had such an attraction to the little blond slayer herself.
After his resurrection at the hands of W&H, he had no choice but to stay near Angel and his crew but even after he finally had become corporeal he still stayed. It was then he began to realize his desire to be with family and Angel was just that, family. His grandsire got on his nerves something terrible but he felt so comfortable there with him anyway, besides what better fun was there then to torment Peaches to death.
He never knew how much loosing his vampire family had hurt him. Those many years ago when Angel was cursed with his soul and left them, well, he didn’t really have a choice Darla made him go. Soon after Angel left Darla left them as well. She had no consort to parade around and soon became bored with he and Dru and she disappeared one night never to return.
He never knew how much it truly bothered him until Dru had finally abandoned him. He was hurt, lonely, and needed his revenge. That’s when he went back to Sunnyhell to pay the Slayer a visit and make her pay for driving Dru away. She was the last one left in his tiny family and now she was gone. He needed something and at the time he didn’t know what it was. Now, after everything he had gone thru, the chip in his head, working with the Slayer, falling in love with her, and getting himself a soul all of it, now seemed to make sense to him somehow. He needed family, needed to be wanted, to be cared about, for his existence to have some kind of meaning, he needed his family and that included Angel.
After that chip was put into his head and he had to rely on Buffy and her Scooby Gang things started to get weird for him. He found himself falling for the Slayer and needing to be closer to her. He thought that he fell in love, that she was the one he wanted to be with. He felt an irresistible pull to her and now that he looked back at everything he knew what it was. She was Angel’s mate, he had marked her as his, and that is what he felt. The family bond had drawn him in to her and made him need to be with her. Yes, the sex was incredible, at times awesome and a bit painful but even after the roughest or the softest of caresses with her she never gave him what he truly craved, her heart. She had only shown him that once, after her friends had betrayed her and left her to rot in her own misery. He went to her knowing that she needed something, or someone, and he could feel how terribly distraught she was. His soul cried out to her and he did his best to show her just how special she really was. It seemed to work for a short time but after everything was said and done she still couldn’t give him her soul. He craved the attention from her and now his craving was centered on Angel.
Angel was his grandsire, his blood family, and so was Buffy. She belonged to Angel and he belonged to her. Her blood flowed thru his veins and Spike could feel Angel’s pull and it drove his own. They needed to find her and make sure she was ok. If anything they needed to know that she didn’t find someone else to give her heart to. He felt Angel’s anxiety and his passion for Buffy and even though he so desperately wanted to take this opportunity to shake the vampire up a bit he decided not to. Tonight they had a mission and they needed to find Buffy.
They went to her apartment and was disappointed that she was not at home but out with their sworn enemy. Andrew told them about the club they went to and they set out to find her only to be jumped at the bar and had their demon head stolen from them. They spent the rest of the night chasing after the men who took their possession and ended up almost getting blown up. They had tried to get some help from the W&H Rome office but that turned out to be a disaster too. Angel had given up on trying to find the head and on locating Buffy as well. They finally headed back to LA on the jet, very tired and feeling very sorry for themselves. The Immortal had won this little battle and Angel decided to give up and go home. They both knew that the Immortal had everything to do with the fun filled night they had. He wanted them out of his city and far away from Buffy. Little did they know that Buffy herself had asked the Immortal to do just that for her. Buffy had made her decision to be with him and there was nothing that Angel or Spike could do about it.
Spike could tell that this turn of events had caused a major change in Angel. He seemed to have given up his fight, like there was nothing left to fight for. The despair coming off of Angel made Spike’s stomach ache like he had been stabbed with a dagger. He felt bad for the big poof but was not willing to tell him that. He was too macho a guy to show affection to another even if it was his grandsire. It was a terrible night and a quiet ride home for the most part.
Angel had slumped down in one of the couches, shook his shoes and jacket off, and lay down. It had been nearly two days since Angel had slept and although his dead body didn’t need that much rest as soon as his head was down he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
His body seemed restless and Spike kept a watchful eye on him but from a distance. He lit up a cigarette and made himself a stiff drink sinking down into a comfortable chair and propping his feet up. Angel tossed a little but calmed down shortly after and Spike felt his eyes become heavy.
Across the city in her bedroom Buffy lay on her bed curled in a ball and weeping quietly. She felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest and at that moment she knew Angel was leaving. That’s how it was with them though, he came into town and she would feel him instantly. She always knew when he was near. A tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach and the scar on her neck would feel extremely hot. That scar on her neck that never faded was a constant reminder of her love and her loss. She wanted Angel so badly but she knew that they could never have anything together. Their love that burned so hot could kill everyone they love, it was too much a risk to stay together they both knew that, it’s why he left her in the first place. She closed her eyes as she felt him slipping further and further away from her. Maybe after a few months she would feel better, no why was she lying to herself it has been nearly four years and that ache was still there. When the heat in her neck began to cool she started to cry even harder and drifted off to sleep.
Her dreams were where she spent her time with Angel now. In her dreams he was there with her, loving her, and giving her everything she needed. When she opened her eyes in her dream she was lying on a blanket in an open field at night. She stared up at the stars and made a silent wish.
“Penny for your thoughts.” She heard in a soft seductive voice she knew so well. She wrinkled her nose and turned to him, “Why is it just a penny? Why not a nickel or a quarter, if some thoughts are real juicy I think they deserve more don’t you?” She said back to him with a smile.
“Hum, I think I have two quarters, a dime, and three or four nickels in my pocket. How juicy are we talking?” He raised his eye brows to her and she thought it was the sexiest face she had ever seen. “Well with that much coinedge I think I could come up with something real good.” She laughed and rapped her arms around him. He bent down and captured her lips with his own. She opened her mouth to him and they began a slow soft duel with their tongues. She melted in his embrace and felt herself grow wet with anticipation. Just the sound of his voice was enough to turn the tingling nerves in her body to pounding jackhammers. He felt so good in her arms and she never wanted to let go.
“Angel?” She finally breathed out. “Yes my love” He whispered back. “I….I….I love you” She finally found enough air in her lungs to say to him. “I love you too Buffy. Always and forever.” He bent down and kissed her again trying to put as much of his feelings into that kiss as he could. He felt her respond the same and they deepened this kiss more. It became frantic and heated and hands began to roam all over. She lost herself in the rapture of bliss he was giving her and she began to feel her arousal heighten with every touch of his hands.
He had one hand cradling the back of her neck to pull her closer to his kisses but the other hand was free to roam her body. He began to caress her back and slowly his hand drifted to her hips and then over her ass when he stopped to give one check a small squeeze making her moan into his mouth. He smiled in satisfaction at her reaction and began to move his hand back up her side to the soft mounds at her chest. He tenderly moved his fingers around her breast and they cupped it fully. That earned him another soft moan from her lips and it was almost as much as she could take. She began to move her hands over the perfectly sculptured body of his paying close attention to the large arms then back and when she moved her hand over his ass and gave a squeeze she got a soft growl from him. It was so sexy and she couldn’t help but squeeze one more time before moving her hand over to his hip then slowly down the front of his pants. She lightly ran her fingers over the zipper of his pants to find that he had a full erection. She moaned softly again and uncurled her fingers to rub his large member and he growled a little louder that time.
He grabbed her hand and rolled on top of her making her gasp in surprise. He raised both hands above her head and brutally smashed his lips to hers. She was lost in ecstasy and never wanted to recover. She spread her legs and he moved in between them and began to grind into her. She didn’t think she could get any wetter but when he let her arms go and began to cup her breasts again she felt herself gush with lust. She wanted him so badly and there was nothing stopping them from having this right now.
She opened her eyes and stared into those chocolate pools and saw his heated desire staring back at her. “Angel please, I need you.” That was all it took, with a low growl in his throat he picked her up off the blanket and began to remove her clothing. It took less than a minute to tear off the little bit of clothes that they were wearing and when she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the ground he was already there grasping at her.
He took one nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it and she cried out his name. He left that one and she moaned her disappointment at the loss of his mouth on her until he captured the other. She bent into him trying to get closer as he kissed his way up her chest to her neck stopping at his mark to give it a long wet lash with his tongue. She moaned loudly and felt her body heat up even more.
He stopped his kisses and looked at the beautiful women in his arms. She was a goddess, a golden queen, and she was his. “Buffy, open you eyes baby.”
She looked at him thru hooded eyes, that look she was giving him full of lust and love and wanting. “I want you to keep your eyes open. I want to see you looking at me. I want to feel what you feel.” He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. In one swift move she was impaled on him. At first it felt like she was being ripped apart but he didn’t move he just let her get adjust to his intrusion of her body. She now stared at him with wide eyes then just as fast he felt her relax and begin to move on him. It was slow at first but she began to pump faster and he needed more. He went down on his knees staying inside of her and laid her on the blanket once more. He kept up his slow pace all the while they stared at each other trying to show each other thru their eyes and their bodies. She was in heaven, his body above hers; she never wanted him to stop. She began to match his strokes driving her hips up to meet his and she felt him speed up the pace.
He could feel her so close to the edge her body responding to his move, every pump. He felt his demon so close to the surface and she looked into his eyes and saw his struggle. She lifted her hand to his face and stroked it lightly, “its ok baby, let it go.” Those words utter to him in that seductive voice was all it took. He morphed into his demon face and she smiled at him. He began to pound her even harder and she closed her eyes just once until she heard him growl at her for looking away from him. She quickly opened her eyes to see him staring at her thru yellow hazed eyes and she knew what he needed because she needed it too. She wanted all of him and that included his demon half. She remembered the feeling of his fangs in her flesh, the rush of blood thru her veins to his mouth. His cool lips on her skin, it made her flood with desire. She never told him of her climax the day he marked her but she thought he probably knew by the smell. She wanted that feeling again, she needed him to mark her as his, and she wanted it all right now. She looked at him with lustful desire and uttered, “Do it”. He lowered his mouth to her neck and began to lick at her scar. She wiggled in his embrace when he didn’t bite and she began to growl in frustration. She needed him to do; she wanted it just as bad as he did. “Angel please” She uttered and his resolve crumbled. His fangs descended into her flesh and at that moment she hit her peak. With her warm blood in his mouth and her climax at the same time it didn’t take long for him to peak and he pounded her hard enough to break a normal human in half. He pumped his cool seed into her and retracted his fangs from her neck as she dug her nails into his back screaming his name in ecstasy. They both lay together exhausted and sated at the same time. Buffy let out a sigh and he gathered her up into his arms and held her tight.
She didn’t want this to end. She wanted to stay here forever with her lover in his arms feeling warm and loved. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted his smell embedded in her mind and she held her breath in to keep it there as long as she could. “I love you Angel.” He squeezed her tighter, “I love you too baby, always have, always will.”
Angel closed his eyes and held his beloved as close as possible but a sharp pain hit his head and when he opened his eyes he was back on the plane lying on the floor. He got up and felt his head where the sharp pain was and came back with a bloody hand. The plane had hit some turbulence knocking him from the couch he was sleeping on and throwing him into the table hitting his head. He cursed aloud getting back on the couch and closing his eyes and desperately trying to get back to the place he was. The dream was over he knew that and it was frustrating but he felt somewhat satisfied. He almost thought he tasted Buffy’s blood still in his mouth. He reminded himself it was just a dream though it felt very real. He drifted off to sleep again but this time there was no Buffy. Just the same empty place he normally dreamt about.
The next morning Buffy woke to a screaming match in the next room. Dawn and Andrew at it again over something stupid she thought. She pulled herself out of bed feeling kind of spent even though she slept all night. Maybe a shower and a good breakfast would make her feel better. She gathered her clothes and stumbled to the bath room. She turned on the shower, peeled off her clothes, and climbed into the tub. The water was invigorating and just what she needed. She dried herself off and wrapped her head in a towel. She walked over to the mirror and wiped away the moist steam. She picked up the moisturizer and began to spread it over her face and chin then she ran it over her neck and when her fingers passed over the scar there she felt a sting. It caused her to move closer to the mirror and look at it. There it was looking red and sore like he had just done it. It gave her instant goose bumps and she began to remember the dream from the night before. Could it have been real? No, that was impossible. For one she was in her bed all night and for two Angel was on a plane headed for LA. She thought about it a few more minutes until she began to feel herself grow wet again then she shook her head and began to get dressed. No time for those thoughts right now. She had calls to make and Watchers to yell at. She would save this for another time when she didn’t have so much on her mind. It was time to find out what was really going on. Giles had some serious explaining to do and she was going to find out everything even if that meant going to England and beating it out of him.
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