Give Me Everything, Stripes And All

Disclaimer: Joss and his crew own Buffy, Angel, and all of the other characters in the vast worlds in between. BUT IN ALL OTHER WAYS THAT ARE MUCH MORE IMPORTANT- Buffy owns Angel, and Angel owns Buffy! Always and forever. No one can convince me otherwise! They have rings to prove it!

Dedication: To all of the BAers out there right now. These are tenuous times indeed. But it is all the more reason why we need to band together and stay strong!

Rating: This is version R- but there is an NC-17 version for you to read. Total B/Aness. Mentions of B/S and D/A, with a tinsy suggestion of C/A. But this is all about our star crossed lovers! No really dirty words, I generally don't believe in that.

Background: Takes place after my fanfic entitled: NOTHING. Everything up to Buffy Season Six's SMASHED and Angel Season Three's LULLABYE. There are also some hints of what will later happen in WRECKED, but nothing too much.

For the sake of B/A lovin’- Buffy’s house empty, there’s an explanation. To find out, read on! :-)

It wasn't that Buffy was angry to see Angel.

Nor that after her... encounter with Spike, she didn't want to see Angel.

Far from it.

Buffy would like nothing better to then wrap herself around him with her words, her body and her soul. While she had the strength within herself to refuse the degeneracy that was genital interaction with Spike, Buffy wondered what would happen to her now. Now after...

Genital interaction... It wasn't even like they were two animals somewhere off in a field. The term was safe. Distant. Some bookish term used in pyschology that Buffy thought she'd never really use outside of class. Sometimes things from Evil Bitch Monster of Death weren't entirely evil.

Well no... If Walsh, Riley, and the rest of the Initiative hadn't put that chip inside Spike's head... Camouflaging his true nature, better than they could with their tacky commando uniforms- maybe none of this would of happened. Maybe Spike would now be dead. Maybe she herself would now be dead.

Buffy shook herself at the idea. She couldn't blame this on them. Or on any-

"Buffy," Angel called to her, bringing her attention away from her inner turmoil to the rich warm chocolate of his eyes.

She stopped her walking and looked at him. Buffy hadn't directly looked him in the eye, or spoke to him ever since they had left the house. But ever since he had offered her his hand, she had held it fiercely as they walked. That if Buffy loosened her hold in just the slightest way, he would disappear-and she would be alone.

Buffy struggled as Angel searched into her clouded eyes, "I... I-I, I want to go home."

They were four simple words that held so many meanings. And Angel was aware of all of them. He knew them because he felt them now- had spent literally hundreds of years aware of that wanting... Wanting, to be in his home. Taken in unconditionally. No judgments, no words or thoughts... Only warmth. Only love. In all of his wayward existence, to be in only home he had ever found solace was the one thing that could never be.

"We're almost there," he said as encouragement to continue, with emotions that he thought he could burry suddenly brewing in his blood.

Emotions… Thoughts… Feelings… For the past few years, these were distant terms. Tools. Tools that the inner actor used to keep others away. Angel had done such a good job at keeping others away. Behind his goofy slapstick and ridiculous antics, there was something else, hidden away from others. Desire. Loneliness. Keeping even his own wants and desires from appearing, because he was tired.

Angel had been tired for so long. Long before that misguided night with Darla. Even longer, before Doyle had said his last words on earth and died to save him. His soul felt the weight of its two hundred and forty-eight years of being undead the night Angel turned his back to his beloved. The night he walked away into the smoke of her burnt down high school. With just that first step, he felt a weariness that lay like a tiger in his shadowed cage- now suddenly free and raging. Ripping at his skin and soul- until there was nothing left of him.

Angel did everything he could not to show that ripping… That maybe by denying that pain- it would go away. But as he now painfully realized, it never would. And he was a fool to think he could pretend it to himself- and an even bigger fool to pretend that lie to Buffy, his only love.

Even though her own self-loathing and pain- Buffy could feel that disturbance. Not just at the recent events of the night, but even further into his soul. There was pain that he had tried to hide away, but it was still there. Its threat of sharp claws, so very close to hurting him- stared straight back at her.

The house was still empty when they finally arrived there. Buffy saw Angel’s car in the driveway, and figured that Angel had probably come here first. Yet the heart and hearth of the Summers family home stood empty, its occupants gone else where. All of them, away… Far away from Buffy. She didn’t object to any of this- why would anyone want to be around her anyway?

And that was the same question Angel was asking himself, as they entered the vacant sanctuary. Why would Buffy want to be near him? Why was Buffy now letting him into her home, after all of this time? After having let her go when he had seen her last. He had let her go, because he was sure that others would be there for her- others who were far more deserving of her then he ever would be. Yet no one was here now.

“Dawn isn’t here,” Buffy said in answer to Angel’s unspoken question. “Tara… Left Willow, and Dawn is staying the night at Tara’s new place. Willow- she, she’s probably with Amy somewhere… She changed her back, from a rat to a regular person…. Rat. Then poof… Regular.”

Buffy’s tongue tripped over that word. The ‘r’ stuck in her throat, and refused to leave her mouth. Buffy and the word regular never did sit well together. That fact ripped at her every minute, every second of the day. The sound, the grr- sound of the word, with its feline paws clawed at her. Tearing at her until she was nothing. Clawing at her like Spike had done earlier that night.

The impact of that image and the reality of her breakdown with Spike hit her hard. So hard that Buffy fell down at the weight of it. Yet she didn’t touch the ground, because Angel’s hands were instantly around her. His strong hands, supporting her, pulling her back up to him.

His strong presence surrounded her, as he lifted Buffy up and cradled her in his arms. Angel turned instinctively to the bathroom door, about ready to bust the door down and start a warm bath for her.

“No,” she sobbed slightly, a soft sob that could not escape his vampire senses.

Angel gently protested, “But you’ve got… Dust over yourself, Buffy. I’m sure there are wounds, and wooden chips stuck in your hair-”

“It wasn’t like I was out hunting evil vampires tonight… I was out with one and we were- God… I-I- I can’t do this. I can’t ever be clean,” she cried again, feeling as if she would sink back into her grave.

He realized now that it would be futile to lull Buffy with a bath, and stopped trying to open the bathroom door. A bath would help clean her physically, but Buffy needed more than that kind of rejuvenation now. Angel tried to calm Buffy as he made their way to her room. He sat her down at the side of her comfortable mattress, and opened up her weapons chest at the foot of the bed. Carefully avoiding the bottles of holy water, the cloves of garlic, and several large crosses- he found the medical kit he knew Buffy stowed away at the bottom of the box.

Angel opened the kit and kneeled down before her, “There are wounds… And very deep gashes, Buffy. We need to-”

“How can you… How can you even look at me,” she asked him, as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Because your Buffy,” was his reply, as he looked into her stormy green eyes. “Because you’re you- And I’ve always loved you… Because you’re you.”

Buffy sighed at that, as she let Angel shrug her out of her denim jacket. Suddenly she just didn’t feel cold anymore, and the thick blue fabric felt so oppressing. Like magic, the material was gone and she felt lighter. She felt… warm. Very warm. In that warm, safe haze she heard Angel gasp and wondered what could have stunned him. Buffy opened her eyes and turned to look down at herself.

She saw the tracts of deadened puce bruises and dried browning blood that littered her skin. Even when Buffy fought any of the other powerful villains during her time as a Slayer, the wounds never looked that bad. Though those kinds of wounds always hurt. Tonight was different. If she hadn’t taken off her coat, Buffy wouldn’t have even known they were there. Yet now, just the sad look in Angel’s deep chocolate eyes alerted her to their presence.

“They don’t hurt,” Buffy said, trying in someway to calm the both of them.

“Still… Buffy, we need to clean them- so they can heal,” he replied, his eyes filled with sorrow for her pain.

She nodded, and he began to wet the fluffy material with the clear fluid. He took another piece and doused it in alcohol as well. He offered one of the cotton balls to Buffy while he very carefully began to disinfect some of the wounds himself. She took the medicated swab and tentatively pat each area, surprised that Angel had let her do part of this herself. That while she worked, he did as well. That they worked together.

After cleaning and bandaging all of the cuts on her arms and legs, Angel worked on the many injuries to her beautiful face. Even with those angry marks, he still saw Buffy as the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. There was anger from him at Spike, who had dared this sacrilege- marring this splendid sensual temple of flesh and bone. Though Angel only focused that hatred into showing nothing but pure devotion to the woman he loved more than anything else.

Finishing with her face, Buffy realized that suddenly Angel became very still. He looked up at Buffy, asking a silent question with his eyes. She understood without words and simply nodded, helping Angel remove her light peach tank top. Angel gently pulled down at the pastel straps, and was shocked to see the extent of what lay underneath.

He had expected her lovely tanned skin to have excessive damage, but to see just how many vile afflictions there were- shocked, then enraged him all the more. Oh Spike was definitely going to pay- and pay in full for all of his atrocities. As much as he’d like to run out of here this second to torture his grandchilde EVER SO SLOWLY- there were much more important matters to attend to.

Buffy was by far, the most important. Period. If Angel had to chose from his own selfish impulses for vengeance, and Buffy- it would ALWAYS be Buffy. There was never any competition. Angel would want nothing else accept to be with Buffy, and to love her.

Despite all of the scars and large contusions, Angel couldn’t help the lust that boiled in him at seeing Buffy with just a strapless bra to cover her chest. He quickly tried to hamper the growling of that sexual hunger, suddenly feeling guilty at that thought. Buffy needed help from him now, not him pawing at her to relieve his own earthly desires. Yet when Angel started to treat the wounds on her delicate shoulders, he wondered if it really was such a sin to want to make love to Buffy.

“No,” Buffy said quietly, and Angel stopped his actions thinking that he had hurt her.

The vampire floundered, “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“I meant- no, its okay… To touch me,” Buffy replied, mentally debating whether should guide his hand back to where he had left her. “You seem… If have somewhere else to go- I’m fine now. So you can go if-”

“Buffy, no- I wouldn’t… This is exactly where I want to be right now,” he sincerely assured her.

The girl lowered her head, “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to. It seems to be the Sunnydale trend nowadays.”

“Hey,” Angel began, moving up from the carpet to sit down with her on the bed. “You’re never alone Buffy. You have Dawn, and you have your friends. And Giles will always-”

“Be a whole continent and an ocean away,” she finished, still looking down. “He left, Angel. Again. For good. Everyone leaves me. And those who stay- don’t really stay at all. I can’t talk to Willow or Dawn… Even Xander- I can’t.”

“It will take some time- for things to be settled,” he said quietly, pulling her chin to look up at him. “But they will.”

“Angel, look at me,” Buffy prompted quietly, pointing her injuries. “Spike HIT me. He’s not supposed to be able to hit people! And his chip-”

“Must have some sort of malfunction,” he reasoned to her. “How else could he have-”

“Its not,” Buffy sadly contested, shaking her head. “Its me… I’m not- human, anymore.”

“Buffy,” Angel started, but Buffy had silenced him.

“Angel, I was dead- for over three months. Its not Spike who’s nothing… Its me. Willow brought me back-”

“From heaven,” Angel asserted, thinking back to their dual confessions at their last meeting. “I’ve known you for so long- I’ve watched you… There is not a part of you that’s cruel or unworthy.”

“But look at me, I mean- coming back, and now that I’ve… that Spike… What’s left,” she whispered, the sound of despair clear in her voice.

Angel tilted her chin up so he could look deep into her eyes, “There’s you. There is always you. And that’s more than enough of a reason Buffy… You, are the reason- you’re everything.”

Buffy blinked back the tears and moved away from his hand, “I-I-I hear congratulations are in order.”

The vampire flinched at her quick change in the subject, “ You mean about-”

“The baby,” she finished, forcing the word out of her mouth. “Shouldn’t be a shock right? You told me about when you and Darla… were together. Even though vampires can’t-”

”I didn’t expect to have a son,” he hoarsely replied, thinking about Connor.

“And he’s human,” she asked of him, the stream of tears steady on her cheeks.

“Buffy, I took no satisfaction or anything positive from that night with her- except only the fact that I had sunk THAT LOW,” he said, taking her hand and turning her to him.

“That sounds familiar,” she said, thinking of what happened earlier in the night and putting aside her question about the baby.

“Darla had said- afterward… That I had wanted it. And I can’t deny that Buffy, I did want it,” Angel began, finding himself stroking her hair as he moved to sit in back of her.

Buffy nodded sadly at that, “Oh… I see… You wanted Darla’s bod-”

“I didn’t want Darla,” he quietly interpreted. “I didn’t want ANY part of her… I just- I wanted the peace. I wanted an end.”

“An end,” she asked him, sensing that he was churning over the events in his mind.

“Not even a piece of happiness or anything as grand as that- I just wanted it to be over. Finished. Done,” he finished, moving closer to her. “I got through it. And you will too.”

Looking into his eyes, Buffy knew that Angel’s was right. There was something finally that made sense, and that made her believe. Angel made her believe, to have hope for the world and to have hope for herself. With that belief, Buffy finally gave into her desire and leaned into Angel’s touch. She sat, with her back against his arm and shoulders. She let her head be still on his chest, and Angel leaned forward to be near her.

After a few quiet minutes of this bliss, she sensed Angel’s muscles go rigid. They both had let their thoughts drift in the stillness and Buffy could feel that some stray thought deeply disturbed him.

“Angel,” she asked, looking up to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Connor,” he answered her, “When you asked… The baby- I… As far as Wesley and others can tell, he’s human.”

“But,” Buffy gently prodded.

“But… There’s a lot more to it then just a question of whether Connor’s human,” he gravely responded, recalling when he first found out about Darla’s condition.

“Like what,” she simply asked, drying her eyes to listen.

“Is he evil? Will I be able to raise him? How should I raise him…Is he really…”

Buffy reached out a hand to him, “Is he really what, Angel?”

“I don’t know if he’s really- mine,” Angel admitted, the guilt building even more inside of him at that admission.

“Darla’s certainly been around,” Buffy jealously remarked, and Angel noted the change before she amended herself. “I’m sorry, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it… Its just- the baby came from you and Darla. ”

“It makes sense. I was the last… the timing,” he floundered.

“Timing? You told me that Darla split right after she left, and who knows that the situation was between her and that evil lawyer guy was,” Buffy argued wondering how Angel felt about all of this.

“I-I… I just don’t know Buffy. I mean, I feel like I’m just being moved around at this point… Like a game piece,” he exclaimed, his back slumping with his statement.

“I know the feeling,” Buffy agreed with him, and Angel remembered the “tests” she had told him about when she tried to find a job.

“There’s so much to deal with in LA. If Connor isn’t really mine… What exactly am I supposed to do? There are all these things pulling at me- and I don’t understand any of it. And if I can’t… What am I good for?”

“You’re good for me, Angel” Buffy quietly gripping him in reassurance. “And… That’s all that really matters.”

“Here… I feel- like its all behind me,” he began again, holding Buffy. ”Back there- its just… I know I want to help people, and to take care of others- I just… I look at the my world, and realize-”

“That absolutely nothing makes sense anymore,” Buffy asked, as Angel nodded. “Funny, it feels like that right here now too.”

“Right now,” Angel asked, insecurity getting the best of him.

Buffy smiled- really smiled and said, “Not at the moment.”

Angel smiled leaned back into their embrace, just enjoying the quiet time with Buffy. In that moment there was a calming absence of sound. The static and screaming that blasted their lives, gone- once they were in each other’s arms again. Wandering hands found their way to each other, and Buffy found her hands softly tangle with Angel’s.

“When Connor was born, there were a lot of emotions running through me,” Angel revealed, feeling relaxed at being with her. “We were being attacked and then there was Darla… I asked Lorne-”

“Fortune telling via karaoke Lorne you mean? What did he say,” she asked.

“Lorne is staying with me and I asked him afterward… Why- why I hadn’t lost my soul. He wouldn’t tell me… But he said, that soon- something would happen. He didn’t know what though.”

“What will happen,” Buffy questioned, worried that something bad would happen to him.

“It already did happen… A few hours ago actually… He, he said that my soul is mine.”

“Yours as in, yours to keep,” she said, sitting straight up at that. “As in you can never-”

“Lose my soul again,” Angel said, concluding her sentence. “I don’t know what happened- but it did, and now my soul is bound.”

A thought crossed her and she asked, “Angel could this be why when Connor was born-”

“No,” he spoke, shaking his head. “No, Lorne was clear that my soul has only JUST been allowed to stay where it is.”

The bitterness and self-loathing rose in her again, “And you came here… To tell me… While I was out screwing Spike.”

“Buffy, I still love you. I will always love you, Buffy,” Angel said truthfully.

“I wanted the end, Angel. Sex, violence, death- its all the same in his mind… When I was with him…I wanted Spike to kill me,” she said, curling into her knees.

“You have your whole life to live for, Buffy-“

“I’m not anything anymore, Angel. I’m nothing,” she whispered, still curled up tight.

“Your still my sunlight- warm and alive… And good, Buffy. Always good,” he said, taking her face in his trembling hands.

At his words Buffy looked up and cried, “God! I’m nothing, I can’t feel anything more Angel. You might as well start dating Cor-”

Yet Buffy never had a chance to finish what she said, when she felt Angel’s lips wrap passionately around her own. She gasped and Angel continued the soft kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth to her delight. Their hands unclasped, and Buffy’s arms naturally wrapped around his cold large body.

“I don’t want other women, Buffy. I want you. In all of these centuries, I’ve wanted only you,” he moaned, his lips traveling to her throat.

“Angel,” she breathed, feeling his arms fall to her waist to caress. “I love you.”

Her hands came to tangle in Angel’s hair, as he lovingly nipped at her throat. Buffy gloriously arched her back to give him better access to her neck. She eagerly sought to bring him closer and in between their kisses, moving to sit in his lap. At the feel of Buffy’s warm body in his lap, he shamefully stopped his ardent kisses.

“I love you, Buffy. But I can’t ask you do to this,” he panted, not needing air- but needing to control himself from going any farther. “Its because you’re so good… I… I can’t take advantage of you like this… Later you’ll realize that you’re better off without me in your life-”

She moved in to kiss and nip at his neck instead, “My life- if that’s what you call it… Its not whole unless I have you. I have everything I want when I have you.”

“Buffy,” he began, struggling to keep his restraint as her hands roamed around his body. “I’m the one who isn’t good for anything. I’m the one who shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I shouldn’t be taking a-”

“This is exactly where a you- a good person, the best person I know- should be,” she contended, wriggling in his grasp as she kissed. “I love you.”

Feeling his himself harden, Angel kissed her earlobe and sighed, “I love you.”

With that husky declaration, she jumped back onto him- her lips devouring his mouth. Angel almost fell back at her pouncing, but grabbed the gentle curves of backside to steady himself. They both moaned at the action, and Angel pulled her down further into his lap. ***

Continuing their kisses, Buffy’s nimble fingers began to rip away at Angel’s shirt- exposing his muscled chest once the shirt was gone. In an instant Buffy’s bra was gone as well, revealing her perfect breasts and giving Angel a chance to suckle them.

Angel had always been tender with Buffy, but made even more of an effort now- with all of the injuries she had endured. Her full rosebud nipples, harden in pleasure at his rapturous touch. Her mouth shut tight around the top of his left earlobe, their suckling bringing the other deeper into frenzy.

His hands momentarily stopped their massaging of her soft rear, moving around to the front of her warm body. Eagerly, he wanted to worship more of her flesh. Angel’s fingers searched to find the zipper to her black skirt, Buffy’s own fingers joining in his quest. He took unspeakable pleasure at pulling the long black skirt down her tanned thighs, letting his hands run over her delicate skin. Buffy slipped out of the garment in one slow crawl over his body, managing to strip Angel of his own black pants as well.

Pulling back just enough to lovingly watch her, Angel moved to fully take in his love’s exquisite flesh. The color in her cheeks (both sets of them, he salaciously noticed) had changed from their frosted yellow hue to their natural golden and rosy glow. Buffy reveled in his hard body, taking in all of Angel’s chiseled features. His flawless pale torso glinted in the moonlight, compelling Buffy to run her hands across him. She soothed him with just the slightest touch, and Buffy laughed when he purred at her ministrations. Soon Buffy found herself purring as Angel’s fingertips slightly dipped below the band of her pink underwear. His fingertips cavorted around that small patch of skin between her belly and her curls, exciting Buffy in way she never thought possible.

“A-a-aaaaaaa-nnn-n-n-nge-eee-l,” she groaned out, painting his simple disyllabic name into an infinite array of pleasurable shades.

Her hands reached down inside Angel’s boxers and he too, gave Buffy a long deep growl in return. His body lengthened, as he lengthened the many syllables of Buffy’s name- to show her just how powerfully she affected him.

For such a long time, they were lost. Lost inside locked cages of deceit and darkness, where fate had exiled them far from the other. Dying, withering away from loneliness. But they were soulmates. And regardless of time and distance, they had bonded together- would always be drawn together. This bond, the strength of wills, kept them in the world- surviving for just the hope of this moment. This was a homecoming, a reclaiming, and a christening all rolled into two bodies that ached to be joined into one.

Lips, tongues, fingers, and even feet- all partnered together for goals of perpetual pleasure. Massaging sensual skin, driving the other into indefinable heights of bliss.

Even the tiny wisp of underwear they both wore became a hindrance in this erotic exploration of love and flesh.

“I need you…. I need your lips,” Angel bellowed out, when she sought to divest Buffy of her panties. “There will…Mmmm…. Buffy… Be, be no interruptions of kisses. And touching…”

“Oh Angel…. Agreed… I need, need- Neeeeeeed…. Need Kisses. I need kisses, only your kisses, Angel…. Angel,” Buffy stuttered, her fingers burning to be rid of his underwear too. “And only your touches… I need those too. I need all of you.”

Making sure that their fervent kisses or their rapturous touches continued undisturbed, Angel masterfully slid Buffy’s underwear from under hips. When the tiny garment was tossed away, Buffy was able to gently tug Angel’s boxers until he was naked as well.

They finally lay bare to the other skin to skin and soul to soul. Any doubt that this miraculous moment wasn’t reality, were gone… Tossed away with the rest of clothes, leaving behind nothing but raw beauty and sensual desire. Angel’s eyes roamed over Buffy’s straddling body in just the same intimate way his hands did. His eyes, like another pair of hands on quivering body. The chocolate orbs caressed her, adoringly raking her skin- adding to the ecstatic feeling all through out her body.

Buffy’s eyes enflamed his pale frame as well, and Angel melted when her hands finally did make contact with him. She more than just ran her hands down his back as their mouths mated with each other. Buffy gripped and kneaded him, all over- at his arms, his back but eventually settling at his derriere. The intoxicating heat of the act relaxed his tired muscles, yet set him further ablaze in unbridled passion. It was amorous paradox that left Angel groaning above her, moving in decadent delight.

He and Buffy were truly set free in the most wonderful of world of possibilities. Roaming the lands of uncharted bliss and leaping into the thickets of desire. Their bodies demanded instant physical joining and opulent release, but neither one wanted to rush the event. It only meant that the moment would be gone sooner. Although, when the moment past over them, that would only give Buffy and Angel more cause to start the soulful titillation all over again. In many, many new ways.

Both smiled at the shared revelation, and sat up in a warm embrace. Buffy’s head met Angel’s half way, and their foreheads warmly rested against each other. Panting, Angel’s eyes made clear that if Buffy still wanted to- she could back away from this. Back away from him. And in response to that silent question, Buffy gave him a wordless reply.

Using her mouth not for words but to go back their tender yet fevered kisses, and moving her hands to stroke his hard erection with wanton abandon. Angel nearly came when his mouth met Buffy’s again, her sweet affections wrapping him in perfect happiness. He then needed all of his two centuries of patience when she lovingly yet firmly rubbed his cock.

In return, Angel’s arms meandered to her silky back, and pulled her closer to his hard body. He held her close as he slowly eased both their bodies down to lie on her bed. Buffy felt so comfortable, so safe in this easy enfolding of strong arms and a cool marble like body. How his Angel’s hand cradled her neck while he sought out her core to touch.

His large strong fingers plunged into her warm body, in perfect time with Buffy’s eager fondling. Buffy spread her legs even further apart for him, making room for his large hard member. He kissed her eyes and nose, while Buffy nuzzled at his face before they both turned their eyes downward.

“I want move inside of you,” he groaned, his phallus caught in a tight grip between her tiny hands.

She nodded, tilting her dripping entrance toward him and moaned back, “Yes, Angel… I need you to make love to me.”

Straining, they took in another long open wet kiss before Buffy pulled Angel’s penis closer to her core. She guided just the very weeping tip of him inside herself and the couple roared at just that bit of contact. Angel couldn’t help but thrust himself inside of Buffy’s lithe body, just as she couldn’t help squeezing her muscles tight around him when he thrust inside.

Buffy gasped as she clung onto him, quickly trying to adjust herself to Angel’s enormous girth and length. Buffy’s head spun at all the sensations she felt from him. Not just at her steamy core but at his touches all over her body. How good it felt to feel Angel’s left arm cradle her and how his connecting hand teased her breasts. And how she was drawn into him even more by his ensnaring and passionate kisses. Or lustily enamored at the way Angel reverently pushed his granite erection inside of her, mindfully stroking all of her g-spots as he did so. Angel’s deep penetration made this just as pleasurable for her as it was for him.

As Angel slid into her flooded honeyed orifice, he felt so close to just losing himself in her body. Her hot silky insides made him want to come all over her right then and there. He could tell Buffy was on the verge of coming right there with him, her heavy hazel eyes screaming for his touch. Angel quieted both their erotic yearnings with more long suckling kisses, managing to fully burry his iron manhood to its very hilt inside of her.

Suddenly, joined like this- they fell into a realm of pleasure and love forbidden to them for too long. Now Buffy felt all of her senses anew, that being with Angel made everything seem more real than anything she’d ever felt before.

Buffy took all he had to give and surged her hips up to give Angel more. He drove deep inside of her, knowing that she loved him- just him. Not what he could buy for her. Or what menial tasks he could enslave himself in. Buffy loved Angel because he was Angel. Nothing more and nothing less. Rolling in this unconditional love, neither could imagine anything more erotic then the home they had created together at this moment.

In their dreams and in reality, each intimate moment between them like their first night together. They had taken in all they had to give each other then as well. Tasted every last morsel that was offered and still hungered for more. That magical night, Buffy had wanted him to be the first to experience her body. All of her body. With the wild look in his eyes and eager thrusts, Angel had agreed with her.

Now they celebrated that night with their bodies and words, basking in all of the love they would share forever. Every touch they gave the other, brining to mind thousands of memories and fantasies- pent up for ages. Pent up without having the chance to share their thoughts and feelings with their lover.

This was home- Buffy and Angel would never be thrown out or rejected in this shelter of unconditional love. Angel tried to touch Buffy everywhere, all at once. His chiseled stomach to her flat belly, rubbing his rippled chest to heaving breasts- even using his legs apply euphoric pressure to her tanned thighs. He bared his soul to her soul, loving her through his body and murmurs of his ending love. Buffy expressed the same desire of touch, running her hands and mouth everywhere and anywhere she could. The fiber of every act meant for pure pleasure.

Neither one could tire of the other, always seeking out… Always wanting. More, more, more yet somehow secure within the paradise of the other’s love. A delicious ravel of lusty bodies, always turning to accommodate their newest expression- their latest position.

Buffy’s heavy panting did nothing to obstruct her wet tongue to lick at her lover’s lips, tasting his cool marble mouth. That same regal mouth kissed its way to her little earlobe to nip at her and whisper secrets.

“You’re soooo good,” he lowly spoke out to her. “Deep, deep, so deep… And tight! I’m inside you and it feels… Oh, god! Buffy!”

Angel thrust against the softest folds that no one else could reach, sending them both reeling into the other. Buffy gave him a feminine grunt when one of his hands stopped their playing with her swollen breasts, and began stalking the soft side of her body. Flexibly, he dragged one of his own male nipples across her own rosy pert ones while his hand massaged lower down her body.

His large seeking hand found the curve of her tiny hip and paused for a few slow seconds to trace their names on Buffy’s tanned flesh. Even just the barest of feel of his index finger made her backbone tingle in arousal. Her head fell into the side of his elbow that still cradled her blonde head, moaning out her love and agreement to all of his blatantly lecherous movements.

Doting one last moment longer, he traced a heart on her golden flesh before continuing the sexual journey he originally intended. The sweet destination was Buffy’s lovely thin thighs, which wetly patted against his own spiraling hips. He raked the all the tips of his fingers in subtle temptation, up and down those strong Buffy thighs. Her left leg flung forward in elation, just as she strode forward onto Angel’s hard cock.

He gratefully seized the long outstretched limb, as Buffy’s other leg sensuously gripped tighter around him. His hand moved to her leg’s inner skin, the erogenous hot spot too good not to explore and feel. Angel pulled away for just a moment to kiss and nip at her silky leg before going back to the haven of her mouth. Then slowly, to ensure her only the purest of pleasure, he hugged her leg in his hand and guided it to rest at his shoulder.

Buffy hollered out her approval at the new angle, and Angel showed his own agreement by growling right after her. His penis drove even deeper into her as she milked him, brandishing her sensitive clitoris harder than she could have imagined.

“Oh, oh, oh, Angel… Angel, Angel, Aaaaaaannnnnngggggggeeeeel,” Buffy keened, their pace careening off into unrestrained collisions of their flesh.

Angel sputtered her name back at her, caught up in the brewing storm of emotion- tottering at its edge just as well. He could taste her orgasm in his mouth clearly, just like how Buffy could feel Angel’s climax rolling, flowing through her veins. Pounding, jack-hammering with all the sweetest force in their bodies, they came together. Oozing pleasure at the long heady sensation, both no longer able to restrain their bodies that burst with devoted abandon.

Buffy emphatically crushed all of Angel’s manhood, still thrusting forward onto him- not stopping. Squeezing and lunging, only desperately trying to prolong their happy interlude. Angel pursued that eternal desire as well, delivering his phallus again and again and again to spill his cool emission into her heated bliss. Deep into the softest of Buffy’s regions, still stroking her fleshy nerve of pleasure.

“I’ve always loved… loved you,” he amorously professed, parting his lips from hers just long enough to say the words before they quickly moved back for more kisses.

“Hold me,” she implored, still feeling his lingering erection within her shivering body. “I need to be near you, I need to love you, so much, Angel… So much.”

Angel shook with the need as their lips traveled seductively together, “I know, I know… I need you too, Buffy. I love you.”

He pressed adoring kisses all over Buffy’s elegant swan neck, taking his time to reach to the enticing tops of her perfect shoulders. Though he did not need the breath, Buffy could feel the air move through his mouth each time he kissed her. The wind vibrated and tickled her already sensitive skin, as every breathless honeyed word she cooed to Angel floated to his ears. All of Buffy’s words were like her caresses to him now- soft, loving and full of desire for only him.

Yet suddenly, Angel’s world was deliciously turned upside down when he felt his back hit the soft cotton sheets of Buffy’s bed. Pure, shinning blond hair fell all around him like rays of warm immaculate light. Angel felt his love’s body on top of him, her lips the harbingers of passion- her questing hands searching.

Her beautiful face hovered just far enough for Angel to see her seductive smile when Buffy found her treasure. The feel of her hot little hands on his erection again, stroking him- deliberate in their pursuit to make him come for her… It was definitely more pleasure and love then he ever thought possible, much less thought he deserved.

“Oh, Buffy! Ahhhhhhh…. You’re touching is so…so, so, so… Oh gooooooood!!!! Buffy,” he cried out to her, his eyes locked on her sensual frame.

The erotic aroma of their lovemaking fuelled him even more, the smell of her honey with his come like gasoline to the eternal burning of their love. He knew the fragrance was just as tantalizing and intoxicating for Buffy as well. Both her hands doling out sensual hard pressure, as she moaned in want to feel him. Needing some kind of friction, Buffy let her body ground down onto Angel’s stomach. They screamed out in pleasure at the sensation, the loving push of skin, their breaking point.

Buffy slid down Angel’s body, her hands still persistent in their sensual need- clasping his hard manhood. Angel felt the soft curves her derriere quietly smash his thighs, his legs bent at the knee to cradle the fiery body above him. Buffy fervently noted his incredible flexibility, as he switched his position slightly. Angel was almost curled into a large ball of flesh, with herself wantonly tangled in the hard comforting thicket of it. Her body was flush against his defined pectoral muscles, holding her closely as he moved up into a tight sitting position. Angel felt just as sheltered, with his snaked back resting against her metal headboard and her creamy thighs straddling his stomach.

Dual gratification really was their only source of any happiness, so naturally good that for them there was no other way to come. Even in all of the other delectable ways of making love, when one focused solely on the other- just that touching alone could make Buffy and Angel climax together. Buffy could already feel the stirrings of her orgasm, with just the simple and loving touches she made to Angel’s penis. No one else could ever make her feel so sensuously, with their bodies or their souls. And Buffy knew that Angel felt the same way about her, the erotic rush swelling all the more inside her.

As Buffy leaned back against the cool wall of his bent lap, Angel growled again to see her sweaty sexy body in all of its wild glory. He stared across at his mate, his angel, his love, his forever… Buffy tugged his erection in her hands, with only love and passion blazing in her deep emerald eyes.

Angel’s own hands quickly sought out Buffy’s rubbing ones, as she tilted herself open to him- readying her hips for the penetrating steel that she knew would feel. Their hips rose and hands guided, as once again they surrounded each other’s bodies. Buffy’s tight living heat fell onto Angel’s hard shaft of cool virility, and a duet of primal mating roars filled the still midnight air.

Hissing at just how much at home his body felt to her, Buffy sat motionless for only a moment- just to luxuriate in the massive size of her love. In that briefest of seconds, Angel wondered if Buffy would ride him slowly- building to a heady climax that would surely leave the both of them wet and wanting more.

The quiet lull between them ended as quickly as it had started, and Buffy immediately bucked and rode Angel for all that he delectably was worth. She let the strength and certainty of her passion for Angel speak for her- with every hard fall of her pelvis, sheathing his endless length. Angel matched and maneuvered with her, describing his devotion through the sweet physicality of their lovemaking. Every undulation of Angel’s manhood that probed and pleased was a declaration of his undying, all encompassing love for this one special woman- his Buffy.

They could have been making this rapturous love that felt like longest of ages or for the briefest of seconds. Their conjoined bodies propelled into timeless ecstasy, too grand and wonderful to be quantified in the meaningless measure of time. Their bodies helplessly inseparable- wetly grinding, in a tight embrace of arms and legs. All either of them could do now was process the seductive pleasure of their lovemaking, and work for more sexual delights. Delights that involved nothing except their own bodies, the touch of their naked flesh more than enough to arouse and gratify. Their hands were forever titillating, always stroking- holding each other tenderly in the most erotic of love making.

In the tight circle of his arms and legs, Buffy sank down her tight quivering core wantonly downward- meeting Angel’s urgent masterful thrusts upward to reach her. She was flying in her wonderful heaven, in a salvation that nothing- accept Angel’s hard body could give her. No feeling or sensation could ever compare to this- of her Angel, filling her soul with his words and filling her body with his manhood and his loving touches. She loved to watch him go through the same emotions of ecstasy and pure pleasure, his hands seemingly all over her body.

Angel loved the way that they could stare down at each other, how his brown eyes carnally met hers- exactly how their tongues would meet each other in his mouth. Buffy was the greatest reward in his existence, to have the privilege of being in her presence- let alone now given the honor of sharing with her the most sacred and wild of pleasures… He would spend the rest of his unlife showing her just how much he loved her, every deep seeking thrust, every murmur of her name, every time his lips nursed the dark nipples of her large breasts… She was his reward, Buffy was his heaven.

Buffy gasped at the feel of his strong thighs enclosing around her even further, as Angel swallowed both of their moans with more lusty kisses. Her lips as well as the rest of her frame were constantly moving with Angel, both trying to find the most sensual angle. He passionately sighed, realizing there were nothing but perfect positions as he eagerly sought out to thoroughly pleasure her.

Angel had never felt such complete sexual fire in him, knowing that the same feeling of love burned deep in Buffy’s body as well. Their love had made the fires within them flare to hottest heat. The heat that tightly surrounded his cock and the same intensity that Buffy felt penetrating the deepest stretch of her channel. She now firmly gripped the back of his neck, raking through the dark thick hairs as she screamed out her love.

Angel’s hands moved from their place at Buffy’s curvy hips to palm her breasts deliciously once again. They were both on the ragged edges of desire, and as he fondled the soft flesh Angel could feel Buffy’s completion was coming. Angel’s mate sensed his own coming too- and gave a womanly growl as she gripped his neck tighter for their kisses. Angel just kept growing, getting even harder and bigger as Buffy became slick with her own honey of desire. Pumping harder and faster than ever before, their tongues mimicked the hard strokes… This heaven of heavy breaths and unrelenting kisses was so much in hold inside- and all at once, they burst.

“Bbbbbbuuuuuuuffffffffy,” Angel moaned out for her, his lips never getting enough of her.

“Aaaannngggggeeeeelllll,” Buffy gasped out as her mouth met his in a hot wet kiss.

In a blur of sweat and love- Angel and Buffy came. Every orgasm as intense and earth shattering as the next, ridding out each other and never slowing down. They felt their eternal love swallow them whole, and wrap them sweetly in the physical joys of its release. They were coming, and coming and coming- Angel rapidly lunging into Buffy, the cool liquid of his happy climax flooding her again and again. Buffy too, falling over and over again in bliss- her clitoris so swollen in passion as Buffy’s muscles frantically squeezed him with all of her body’s strength. Neither stopped, only gradually easing their movement until the last of Angel’s ejaculations and the end of Buffy’s convulsions had come.

Rolling around in the climax of their love making, Angel had not fully realized until now that Buffy was below him. Her chest heaved for breath, not unlike how his did at this very moment. Except Angel enjoyed the view of Buffy’s voluptuous jiggling breasts much better than looking at himself. Somehow reading his thoughts, Buffy shot him a another hungry look that let Angel know just how appreciative of his chest she was.

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They sank deeper into the haven of cotton and silk, like a fluffy golden cloud that had bore witness to their mind-blowing lovemaking. Angel worried that his weight crushed her, but he was relieved as Buffy smiled- nuzzling into him as she lay below.

“You stay,” she softly declared, tightening her legs that were still wrapped around him. “I don’t feel complete unless I’m like this with you.”

Angel pressed his nose in a caress over her cheek, “I don’t feel complete unless its like this either, sweetheart. This- still being inside of you- afterwards… And just being able to-”

“Touch,” she finished for him, loving how their hands could still explore and arouse after all their glorious activities.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” he agreed, as they gave each other more soft kisses. “Tigers will do this… Stay like this, for days- inside… Just to touch and feel.”

She giggled and Angel was sure that at the very moment Buffy had tigers running around her imagination. He smiled as he remembered helping her study for school, and mentioning the little fun fact. Angel had told it her in jest though, during one of their patrols that didn’t involve hunting in the classical sense. Really, now it wasn’t a stretch of the mind to imagine that they were tigers. Finally joined together in an act of reclaiming and rebirth.

He could smell the sunrise- coming in only a few hours. But Angel didn’t stop his kisses to check for any sunlight that could invade the room. The heavyset dandelion colored curtains were drawn tight, and Angel was confidant that any sunlight would be blocked with the dense cloth. Buffy put her confidence in them too, as her mind focused more on kissing and drawing little stripes on along Angel’s back.

There were still hurtles to jump though. There would always be obstacles, but deep down they knew they had the inner strength to face them. Together they were strong. And their love was far more powerful than anything else that could ever try to tear them apart.

“I feel like… We can do anything,” she sighed, her fingers still making their animal patterns as they both leaned their faces close. “Tigers can do anything.”

“They can. And we can too. We’re together- always. Nothing can change that. Let them do their worst,” he whispered to her, his nose gently rubbing into Buffy’s soft sweet smelling golden hair. “We can do anything.”

And she really did believe it. And knew that Angel believed it too. Because right now, they were tigers. Really big tigers. When anything came at them that they didn’t like- she could just get Angel to growl at them. Or maybe she could claw at them… When netiher of them weren’t touching and feeling for days on end… She giggled at her little fantasy, and her lover smiled- because he had the same vision dancing in his head.

Buffy gave him a playful smile in return, “As long as you don’t start marking your territory by rubbing yourself against the furniture or anything…”

Angel gave Buffy the most adorable broody frown in mock innocence, “So no rubbing at all? Not even a little?”

“Well… I wouldn’t mind a little rubbing as long as you stick to the very important parts,” she gleamed, leaving little to Angel’s imagination about where those important parts were.

Angel purred, giving Buffy another- more actively arousing kiss to her neck. He panted and licked at her scar with his large, smooth tongue. Lapping just like how he imagined the large feline beasts of the jungle did with their own mates. His arms that still held her tight, gripped her closer to his mouth- her skin only partially muffling his growls. Her sharp nails lightly raked his back as she gave her own grunts of approval back.

Buffy and Angel shared the same lusty goal, shone clear in both of their smoldering eyes. Angel’s cool pale hand slowly massaged all of Buffy’s moist body, lavishing attention to her breasts and stomach- before they disappeared under the comfortable sheets for her other delights. Angel’s groans were just as loud as her own at the sensual act. But his groans turned toward loving howls, as she stroked his naked body with just as much desire. Whether giving or receiving these lusty touches, it all felt the same for Buffy and Angel- so pleasing… so erotic and good. Hungry for more, Angel cried out for Buffy as he found his way back home inside of her. They were tigers, they could never be restrained- or separated.

This was everything- secure in the strength of themselves and their love. And their happy sweaty bodies smacked together, as the lovers writhed in naked pleasure all over again.

THE END

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