Pas de Deux: A Dance For Two

 

Disclaimer: For legal purposes, Joss Whedon and company own the characters from the shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series.

 

BUT IN ALL OTHER WAYS THAT ARE MUCH MORE IMPORTANT- Buffy owns Angel and Angel owns Buffy. Always and forever.

 

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Dedication: Thanks to Nariya, Blade, Goldy, Regala, and Sara Lee who we nice enough to email me to see how I was doing. And to all the nice B/A friendly babblers at the Babble Board, BA or BUST! And as always- to all of the B/A and Sarah and David shippers out there! I hope this makes you all happy. WE MUST KEEP THE FAITH!

 

Not sickness, nor Aged/Chicken Bird/Spoiled food poisoning, nor cut off Internet access or horrible plots could stop me from continuing to write BA fanfic.

 

Rating:  There is an NC-17 version and an R version of this. This is the NC-17 version.

 

Distribution: Wow? You actually want this? Well email me and I'll give it you on a silver platter.

 

Background: This is my ANTI-A/C fic chockfull of lovely B/Aness. My re-write of Angel Season Three’s Waiting In the Wings. Also has some ANTI-B/S.

 

Pas de deux is the official ballet term for a coupled ballet dance, traditionally between the female ballerina and her male partner. There can only be two people in this kind of dance.

 

 

Cordelia could be looking straight at him and not see him. Not really see him. She could never look beyond the fake smiles, the feigned clownish antics, and his clearly uncharacteristic behavior.

 

Honestly? He didn’t know why he did what he did. Maybe because he was waiting. Hoping someone would call his bluff- stare him straight in the eye and say he wasn’t weak. That he could never be this weakling. He was better than this- much better… Always better. But no one ever did stop his play. Or could know his deepest thoughts with just a glance. Especially her.

 

It could have been because they hadn’t known each other long. Or because their relationship was still strained. Honestly- it just came down to one thing.

 

She just wasn’t Buffy.

 

“Mail’s here,” Cordelia called to him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

 

He fumbled for a moment still wallowing in his thoughts, “Thanks.”

 

“Here,” she said without looking up at him, handing Angel a large white envelope with no return address on it. “If it’s a bill, you’re paying.”

 

He murmured a reply, and out of habit strode to his office to read it. But he stopped in his tracks, realizing that it wasn’t his office anymore. There wasn’t anything that was really his anymore. For a moment, he thought about Connor- but the idea quickly left his thoughts. Connor wasn’t anymore Angel’s than his former office was. Connor, though he was just a child- his own son… well, probably his own son- was just another device.

 

A device that belonged either to the PTB, or some other forces that Angel was not aware of. Connor was never meant to be and yet he was here- crying in Cordelia’s arms. Connor, like all of the other people in his life seemed to be just another part of the chaos that could never be understood.

 

He sighed at himself, as he tore open the envelope- Angel needed time alone. Maybe then the illogical world he lived in could start making some sense again. And almost as if someone had read his mind, he saw his chance.

 

Four white little tickets in his hand. He looked over them carefully, and realized they were the genuine article- stubs for the upcoming ballet. Stunned, Angel looked for a card- or any hint of where they had come from. There had been no return address anywhere to be found, and Angel’s vampire senses detected nothing inherently evil from the envelope or its contents. The only thing that held any sort of clue was a plain piece of paper included with the tickets.

 

In long elegant handwriting, a single sentence graced the otherwise plan piece of paper.

 

*Pas de deux.*

 

And that’s all it said.

 

“Well… Giselle has the courtship dance where she dances with her lover,” Angel said aloud to himself, explaining the enigmatic French phrase.

 

“What’s wrong, Angelcakes,” Lorne asked, as he passed the vampire while making his way through the lobby.

 

The rest of Angel Investigations stopped its business and turned to Angel- Cordelia stepped out from her desk, “What is it?”

 

Angel smiled at the four tickets, already imagining a quiet night alone as he held the tickets up and said, “We are stepping out.”

 

*****

Two hours later the dark curtain of night had draped the city of angels with its velvet ebony and Cordelia Chase was stomping her foot.

 

“I still don’t see the problem here,” she pushed, clicking her high heeled shoe on the floor.

 

“There are four tickets, Cordelia. I’m not going,” Angel said causally, looking for his copy of La Nausée to read.

 

“What about Gunn? Gunn,” Cordelia chimed as he walked up to them clad in his pressed tuxedo. “You’re not REALLY interested in the ballet are you?”

 

Gunn looked over to Angel, part of him sad to see that Angel wouldn’t be joining them, “Me? Naw… Brother like me not interested in some fruity clowns with wardrobes designed by L’eggs and really I want to-”

 

“Spend some time with Fred who loves the ballet,” Angel interrupted, as Gunn’s attention turned from the vampire to lady in question who now descended the staircase.

 

Gunn took one look at the former librarian and quickly moved to her side, “Thanks Angel. Knew you could understand. Bye!”

 

The two figures quickly made their exit to the car, leaving Cordelia thoroughly rebuffed. She wrapped the shawl around herself as she continued to try to persuade Angel to come.

 

Cordelia coaxed, “Okay so there’s Wesley-”

 

“Who is already waiting in the car, fighting in the backseat with Gunn over who gets to sit next to Fred and is drooling at the chance to soak in some culture,” Angel said again, taking Cordelia and leading her to the door.

 

“And you don’t HAVE TO STAY HERE to watch the baby,” she argued, as she got into the passenger seat and Angel slid into the drivers seat. “We can get you a ticket-”

 

“Lorne may need help,” he explained to her for the third time, starting the car and driving the group over to the theater. “And he shouldn’t have to be alone with the baby. If you should be buying tickets for anyone, it should be Lorne- not me.”

 

Cordelia sulked at her place in the car as the drive went by quietly. Fred, Gunn and Wesley talked in the back, as Angel wordlessly chauffeured them to their destination. When they arrived at the ballet, Gunn and Wesley eagerly stepped out of the convertible to help Fred out of the car. With each man by her side, they hurriedly entered the theater leaving Cordelia and Angel behind in the front seat.

 

The brunette still accosted him, “So you’d rather read some stuffy French book written by some dead guy then say… Be my escort tonight so I don’t look TOTALLY out of place, while the dueling Romeos vie for Juliet-Fred’s attention?”

 

“I’m dead… It makes sense,” he continued, waiting for her to get out of the car.

 

Her smile faded again as she got more serious, “You’re not going into brood mode. Angel what is this? Couldn’t we just buy a ticket, just go together so that everyone can stop waiting for-”

 

But Angel knew the real meaning behind Cordelia’s words, “Cordelia, you’ll be late. Go- Without me.”

 

She just shook her head as she quietly tried to reason with him, “I don’t understand this…Why? What is wrong about this? This is good for you- to get out, be with people. And I can’t remember the last time I did something that didn’t involve having to hack or slash anything...”

 

“Cordelia, I don’t see why-”

 

“No you don’t see, Angel… This is what people do. They go out, they do things! What is your deal,” demanded, her eyes drilling his.

 

Angel looked over to Cordelia, to her questioning face. A face that could never be the one he passionately loved. Deep past her cool exterior, he did see kindness and the concern. That’s what made her seem like the sister he had once lost long ago. But he also saw the desperation. And Angel knew without a doubt that he could never love her in the way she was expecting him to.

 

Pushing… Always pushing…

 

Pushing even now- though Angel did not fully comprehend her words…

 

She didn’t wait for him to answer her questions, Cordelia just kept firing her arsenals of half-compliments- any and every trick so that she could have her way.

 

Word after word after word…

 

Insults, like claws that shredded at him… Grating…

 

He couldn’t take it anymore…

 

He wouldn’t… He had to scream-

 

“Cordelia!”

 

The well dressed brunette froze at his loud angry tone, “What? What it is?”

 

Angel furiously shook his head unable to hold in all of the frustration, “I mean…  Look- one minute Gunn loves me like a brother and the next he can’t stand to be in the same room with me because I’m a demon.”

 

Baffled, Cordelia didn’t see the connection, “That has nothing to do with me, I don’t-”

 

“But you do, Cordelia,” he pressed, gripping her shoulders- determined to make her listen. “Its… its… It’s everything.”

 

“Angel,” she asked, moving to touch him but he quickly stopped her.

 

He focused on what he needed to say, “Sometimes you and the others… I just feel like I’m being moved around some giant chessboard until one of the cosmic forces yells ‘Checkmate!’ and maybe then the game will be over.”

 

“So your blaming me for your ‘working for lowly us’ issues?”

 

But he refused to be ignored, “That’s not the point I’m trying to make.”

 

“Then what exactly are you trying to tell me? Huh? What,” Cordelia retorted. “I’m tried of being alone Angel…”

 

“The point is… the point is, the ground that I’m barely standing on is shakier than a flame in a storm. Rules keep getting changed on me, things aren’t how they should be- and… I’m expected to be something I’m not.”

 

Cordelia still relentlessly pursued the issue, “Things have always been crazy around here. I mean, hello- big evil slimey ick-things? Not the sanest people around, ‘kay?”

 

“No, that’s not what I mean. Before things were chaotic- but they always made sense. Now- they don’t resemble any sense of logic. At all.”

 

“You know… This has never been a problem before,” she fumed, growing more and more angry at him. “Why are we even talking about this?”

 

“It has been a problem,” he contended.

 

“Since when,” Cordelia challenged him.

 

“Since Pylea… Since before then… Everyone expects me to act a certain way, always changing- to be THEIR VERSION of a new and better Angel... But I think I'm pretty good right now. And when something bad happens- I’m ALWAYS THE ONE TO BLAME…Because I’ll see Buffy-”

 

“Buffy,” Cordelia spat out, her eyes glaring. “That’s what this is about isn’t it? This isn’t about Lorne not being able to go, or needing to watch the baby…This is about Buffy???”

 

“This isn’t about Buffy, Cordelia.”

 

“No- this is 100% about Buffy. You need to live your own life, Angel. Its always about her,” she argued.

 

Angel tried to make her understand, “Cordelia, can’t you see what I’m saying? Buffy is always going to be a part of me… But this about something else. This is about how I’m EXPECTED TO BE SOMETHING I’M NOT. This is about-

 

“Buffy… This is about Buffy…. Yeah, you loved Buffy…But you know what? You didn’t love her so much when she died,” she finally snapped, knowing that the comment would hurt him.

 

And that was the final straw.

 

 Angel started the car and all but pushing Cordelia out of the passenger seat growled, “Goodbye.”

 

With that, Angel sped off into the night… Back to the hotel, and hopefully back on the road to reclaiming his life.

 

****

Angel was surprised to find the hotel empty, when he got back from the theater. His vampire senses had told him as much. Angel walked over to the phone, and found a note from Lorne saying he had taken the baby out. He worried about that, wondering if Lorne could protect Connor if something were to happen. But he scanned the rest of the note, reading that Lorne had taken several of his hefty demon friends- and the entire group was going to the library’s “Fairy Tale Night” for the younger patrons.

 

Bemused, he tried to picture Lorne and several other regulars from Cartias- sitting down and trying to read with the children. Though Angel was a worrier, something told him things were going to be okay. They were in public place with a lot of demons to protect Connor- and while that wasn’t a full proof situation, he somehow felt that Connor was being protected.

 

Feeling secure about the situation, Angel decided that he ought to patrol- search through the streets a little. Maybe then he’d be able to clear his head too. Making sure the spell on that the Transcending Furies had recast was still in place- he grabbed a few stakes and locked the doors of the hotel…

 

Angel had walked a block or two, stalking through the dark shadows- but saw no demons along the way. It was a fairly quiet night, which lent Angel more time for self-reflection than slaying monsters. He hadn’t had a lot of time for that- for enjoying the quieter pleasures he always indulged in before. Reading a good book, or sitting by the fire and listening to the sounds of the night. What had changed was that he had done what others had told him, acted on the expectations of others- in the hopes that any past differences could be resolved.

 

But they never were.

 

It was official. His life was a mess. A wreck of what it was before- everything twisted and tainted… To the point where the world made no sense and had little, if any meaning. Angel knew all of this- he wasn’t suicidal over it. He just wanted to make it better. He wanted things to make sense again, for the world to have a purpose- to…

 

To be better.

 

He wanted things to be better.

 

And though Cordelia didn’t understand him- or his plight… She was right about one thing. In some ways, this was about Buffy. While his discontent had its roots in many other aspects of his life- a part of his sadness, came from that loss. The loss of Buffy. Of her love and her presence in his life.

 

Out of all the illogical, meaningless things in his life- Buffy was his constant. She was the purest light that shone in the dirty blackness of the gutter he lived in. She called to him, always called to him- whether he was crouched in a dingy car at the steps of Hemery High School or stood at the highest hill in all of Sunnydale. She was real. Buffy was realer than anything else in his life.

 

She had put that spark into him. Buffy had started that fire that raged inside of him-the part of him that wanted to genuinely change, to help others.

 

To become someone.

 

To be better.

 

And he would be forever thankful to the powers, for letting him know her and love her. Though it would hurt Angel, he never expected Buffy to love or care for him. The present she had given him, and the gift he gave in return. The humble offerings of his soul and his love- he gave without asking for anything in return. Angel would rather suffer the tortures of Hell for eternity again, then to see her hurt- or worse… To be the cause of her pain and suffering.

 

Despite the absurdity of his life, he was resolved to put an end to it- if not for himself, then for her. For Buffy. The demons that made their way through his town would have to go through him to get to Sunnydale. He wouldn’t let them hurt her.

 

Angel was going to take back his life- to focus back on what he was meant to do.

 

“Excuse me sir, would you like to buy a flower,” a voice asked, breaking away his thoughts.

 

Angel turned towards the voice, keen and alert to any danger that lurked around. He spotted a barefoot old woman, with practically dusty torn rags for clothes. A small sign above a rusted cart read, FLOWERS and below listed the price for them. The vampire had not sensed anything demonic or evil about the woman, and walked over to her small cart- to see what she had inside.

 

“Flowers,” he repeated, as he saw the lovely red roses inside several large old buckets.

 

“Red roses,” she elaborated, pulling one of them from the water. “Beautiful flowers. Beautiful flowers for your beautiful lady.”

 

“I’ll buy them,” Angel agreed, looking through his pockets for the money to pay for them. “But… I’m afraid don’t have a beautiful lady.”

 

He handed her all of the money he had on him- far more than what the woman seemed to be asking for them. Still, she accepted the money. Oddly, from her worn out pockets, she pulled out a spotlessly clean red ribbon. Angel noticed the soft fabric had a golden shimmer to it, as the woman tied it around the bundle to keep the fresh roses secure.

 

“Here, sir. They have no thorns,” she said, showing him the long stem. ”See? Nothing to worry about when you’re holding them. Now you don’t have to worry about hurting yourself- or the pretty flower.”

 

“Thank you,” he agreed, sensing a strange feeling from this old woman as he took the long stemmed roses.

 

She smiled back at him, “You are welcomed. And more importantly, you are blessed.”

 

“Blessed,” he quietly asked, now entranced by the woman’s old gray eyes.

 

“I think you know what I mean,” she said knowingly to him, touching his chest warmly. “She has been a journey too. Like you, she has been cleansed. She is waiting for you right now. Go to her.”

 

“But how can I-”

 

“Pas de deux, Angel. There can only two people in such a dance,” she enigmatically replied.

 

Stunned at how the woman knew his name, he began to question her but she was already prattling off down the sidewalk. Still he followed, speeding to find her. He tried to reach her but somehow despite her age she was just a little faster, just a little quicker then he was. Before he knew it, he had lost her in the twist and turns of the jumbled streets. All he could hear was the clanging of her tattered cart while the soft humming of an old Kalderash tune filled the night air.

 

Quickly, flowers in hand- Angel sprinted all the way back to what he hoped was no longer an empty hotel.

 

He reached the golden doors to see that the lobby was softly lit, and a small graceful figure paced back and forth across the floor. Angel quickly opened the doors, running across the vast expanse of the room- knowing what gave his life meaning. Why he was here, now- his reason.

 

“Buffy,” he called to her, holding her close to his cool body.

 

“Angel,” Buffy breathed, as she wrapped her arms around him. “I love you.”

 

“I love you,” said softly into her ear as he nipped her tiny earlobe to kiss her lips.

“I’m sorry… I love you so much and I was dead without you… And I thought I could just disappear…  Engulfed…By Spike,” she said to him making the underlying meaning clear, bracing herself for the rejection she feared would come.

 

Yet that only made Angel kiss Buffy harder, needing and wanting to love her all the more, “I never wanted you to ever know that pain, Buffy. Of feeling like… There isn’t anything else except Spike… Or Cordelia… But there is something Buffy. There is us. And I love us… I love you.”

 

“I only want you…It was always only you,” she confessed, kissing him soundly on the lips with her confession. “Not Spike… Not anyone else. Only you…”

 

“Cordelia... She's not meant to be with me… You are, Buffy. Because I know it in my heart. You're the only love I could ever love, physically...emotionally... everything that's in me,” he kissed back, his hands traveling from her waist to caress her cheeks.

 

“Stay with me,” she murmured, already looking to unbutton his shirt.

 

Angel kissed and agreed, whisking her into his arms, “Always stay, Buffy.“

 

His mouth eagerly sought to taste more of hers, while trying to make sure he carefully ascended the long staircase upstairs. He held his lovely soul mate close to him, intent on getting closer- always closer… Smothering her with long languid kisses as he carried her not to his own apartment, but at the end of the hall- the only restored deluxe hotel suite, the largest room in the hotel.

 

He nudged the unlocked door open with his foot as he continued his kisses. Both of them giddy with love and passion, Angel carried Buffy over the soft carpeted entrance- then closed the door with his foot. Buffy’s arm tightly held Angel close to her as their mouths melded together furiously. In her other hand she held tight the bouquet of flowers he had given her, the moment saw her and he kissed her in the lobby.

 

Slipping off his shoes, Angel brought Buffy to the large soft bed- sitting her down softly amongst the cream sheets. He bent down a little to take off her shoes as well- always kissing, his hands touching… Satisfied that Buffy was very, very comfortable, Angel let Buffy’s hands guide him to her on the bed.

 

She smelled just as she always had, like wild honey and warm vanilla with roses. Angel sensed a freshness to her, not present when he had met Buffy last. The sweetness melted in his mouth and Angel nuzzled deeper into her short lovely blonde hair for more. His nose tickled her scalp and Angel could feel Buffy’s arousal seeping between her thighs. She gripped him back, in her already tight embrace of his hard trembling body- Angel’s own arousal just as evident.

 

Buffy worried a little, as Angel softly licked her cheek, “I-I-I- don’t, I don’t smell like-”

 

“You smell like you, Buffy…oooooh…uhhh… E-e-everywhere,” he groaned, his arms firmly encircled around her waist- holding her flush to him. “Through all the layers…. Deep, deep, deep inside too… It’s just you.”

 

“Just us,” Buffy murmured as her eagerly found Angel’s wonderful mouth again.

 

Buffy slid their intertwined frames to the padded headboard of the massive bed, as Angel’s hands slipped under her shirt to massage her breasts. They felt full and round in his large skillful hands, as Angel gently kneaded the long neglected flesh. He knew just how to touch her- never roughly or with pain, always with the purest of pleasure. Angel was playful but never menacingly forceful- giving and receiving, as his mouth left her own to kiss down her slender, perfectly feminine neck.

 

He felt so loved and special in her embrace, as he sipped at all the erotic spots on her body- his latest hideaway, her bare shoulders. Angel knew Buffy felt just as loved when he looked up at her, and watched how her eyes opened wide with desire when he ground himself forward. His own erection pressing through her already wet tight jeans, nestling and looking for a way inside of his only love.

 

Angel wanted every moment, every caress and kiss sealed in their memories- to fully savor this special time with Buffy, as his mouth found the aching tips of Buffy’s breasts. Even through the heavy silk fabrics of her shirt and bra, he saw her arousal- had touched and caressed the buds with his own hands… And would now caress them with his large wet tongue.

 

“Oooh! Angel… Oooooohhhh…. Your tongue! And your fingers! Ohhhhhh! Angel, yes! Angel,” she cried out, as his lips suckled and nursed her left breast while one of his hands went to its trembling twin.

 

He held his treasure close to him as his mouth wet her blouse and bra, while Buffy’s hand stroked at him through his pants- letting him know just how much he meant her too. As her hot hands massaged him through his black slacks, Buffy could feel his mouth vibrate against her skin in a growl. Buffy held him tight as she leaned back, eager to feel more of his mouth and wanting to better stroke his hard penis. Buffy could tell Angel was just as worked up as she was, and reveled at his groans as Angel licked at her.

 

She whimpered a little at when his lips traveled back to her mouth, but sighed as she let her hands move to soothe his back. It felt so good to touch, and be touched in return- and neither one of them ever wanted to stop. 

 

Angel’s large masculine hands were finally steady enough to begin unbuttoning the back of Buffy’s silk halter-top. He shivered at the feel of her, together rocking slightly- completely titillated even though they were still fully clothed.

 

And at last, her silk halter-top was gone- unbuttoned and tossed away, along with her bra.

Angel looked back at her and was surprised to see his shirt in Buffy’s hand- his own chest now just as bare as hers. She giggled at the look of surprise, and together they threw the article of clothing on the floor- to join the other growing pile of garments left there.

 

His eyes caressed her half nude form, just as his hands did- all of his actions meant for their enjoyment and to let her know how special and loved she was.

 

“Such a beautiful face,” he whispered, a hand sweeping across each of lovely feature of her face.

 

“Everything… Your dark brown eyes, and kissable lips,” she said, brushing her hands across his chin before stopping at his full lips to kiss him with her own wanting mouth.

 

“Small perfect shoulders… But large perfect breasts,” he smiled, suckling once again at the rosy flesh.

 

“Ummmm… Angel…. Ooooh,” she whimpered again, but her hand continued to travel downward as she whispered out her love. “Your chiseled chest and stomach… Good… Good… Good, good! Good for licking, and massaging… And… and…oooh… resting your head on.“

 

“So are these…Mmmmm,” he mumbled against her chest, suckling at her still-but one of his hands also going lower too. “Pure…Perfect…And here too, at your flat tiny stomach.”

 

Her pink lips found the one of his earlobes as she licked at him she asked, “Really?”

 

“Oooooooooh yes! Yes, Buffy! I love you- EVERYWHERE…Oooh, yes,” he groaned, when her hands once again stroked at his erection, he fought to remember how to think. “Soooo….sooooffffftt… I-I-I-loooooooooove you, Buuuuuuffffffffy. Buffy!”

 

“Each, each- part full of love… Desire,” she huskily said in his ear, still goading him as she rubbed. “So hard and big and wide…Mmmm…”

 

Angel brought his lips back to Buffy’s own ear, as his journeying hand reached the drenched denim between her legs and petted Buffy at her core, “Wet, soft and tight…”

 

“Angel! Angel,” Buffy called after him as she stroked his body as well, her body and soul burning to be closer with her soul mate.

 

Buffy maneuvered their bodies back to the side of the bed, straddling Angel’s lap as she ground down on him. She swallowed all of his hungry growls in her mouth, the cold air and his cool tongue easily captured. Buffy gave her own purr of satisfaction as his velvety lips traveled from her sweet pink lips, down her neck and eagerly suckled at her breasts again.

 

Angel’s tongue set forth on a worshipful pilgrimage to bask in the sensual curves of her body. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth on her flesh, now delightfully engaged in licking just the underside of the large soft globes. Buffy was hungry to give him touches in return and moaned, as her tiny fingers erotically felt and tweaked his darkened male nipples.

 

She gasped as his lips went lower still, coaxing Buffy to stand at the side of the bed. Her wanting fingers threaded through his brown hair, as he slid down to his knees on the soft floor. Even as she stood at his kneeling form- Angel was still tall enough to nuzzle his head at her breasts. A sensual reminder of how large Angel really was. How large ALL of him was. Angel’s face was pillowed at her heaving chest, though this time he didn’t stay there for long. His tongue slid all around her erogenous honeyed skin, leaving a wet path down her tiny ribs.

 

Buffy could feel him worry at that, at how thin she had become- and squeezed at him in need. Angel could fill her hunger. Buffy was always ravenous for more of him- but could flourish and fly at his love.

 

“I’ll get some food for you,” he mumbled, as he kissed each centimeter of skin downward. “Ice cream… Chocolate and peanut butter… Or maybe something healthier, strawber-”

 

Buffy moaned as she kissed and held his head gently, “You fill me just fine Angel… I need my fill of you.”

 

Angel nearly came at Buffy’s husky words, as his hands massaged her soft rear through her still half-clothed form. Angel took his time to caress her hips, slinking both his palms around her until they met at her center- right at the top of her jeans. His large hands soothed her stomach as he plunged his mouth to the button of Buffy’s jeans.

 

With his human teeth, Angel undid the only button and Buffy groaned as she felt his velvetly lips against her, pulling her zipper down. Angel gasped at the site of her newly uncovered underwear, and all the glorious flesh that it exposed just for him. Buffy never felt so erotically loved and treasured as she saw Angel’s eyes focused solely on her. 

 

He took the sides of denim and tugged them down her body, holding his own non-existent breath as she WIGGLED her way out of the tight fabric right in front of him. Angel was mesmerized by the seductive roll of Buffy’s lean hips, her pelvis making generously circular movements as the garment fell to the floor.

 

Then suddenly, they were gone, and Buffy was left just in her underwear. A wisp of underwear that was drenched with her honey. The white satin bit of fabric teased him by revealing to Angel all of Buffy’s femininity. For his own private pleasure, showcasing her golden thighs and tanned haunches, as well as the dark blonde curls that peeked out from under the wet fabric. The sole decoration for this snippet of ivory smoothness was a large white bow, with two large loops and long finished ends. Angel pressed his lips to the spot were the ribbon’s ends brushed against her, and Buffy groaned- no longer able to stand seeing Angel still partially clothed.

 

Her delicate but powerful hands found the zipper to Angel’s own black pants, quickly opening up him up to her. Buffy urged Angel back onto his feet, swiftly divesting him of his slacks and boxers as he did stood up again. Tossing away the unneeded garments, Buffy’s mouth went dry at the sight of Angel’s large manhood, bobbing slightly as Angel stepped closer to hold her tighter in his arms.

 

Blossoms of color were breathed in all of her body as Buffy flushed in arousal, to see him so big and hard for her. Because of her. Buffy felt vibrant, sexy and alluring in her own right as a woman- but now in Angel’s arms, with her mouth desperately tangled with his… It was a raging fire, born from her remembered self-worth, and now- from sexual confidence this beautiful, hard glorious male instilled in her. The same fire burned within in him as well, its red roots shared between her lusty assurance and Angel’s growing belief in his own earthly strengths.

 

Even the fires of hell would have to put themselves out at the heat between them. Heat so pure, and hotly stoked that nothing evil could come out of it- only love. Blazing eternal love. The blaze that spread across their souls and now burned as one bright light, as they both fell back down on the downy covers.

 

Buffy thirsted for him, as much as Angel thirsted for her- and she needed so much to taste him, to have him in her mouth. Before his head even landed on the pillows, Buffy already sat on his chest pinning him to the mattress. Buffy wetly rubbed herself into his bare chest, giving Angel an eyeful of her firm backside as she moved. His hands went to her curves to fondle her better, and Angel tried angling his head to kiss and suckle the tantalizing flesh. Relentlessly, she rocked herself on him as her hands went to firmly grip his long hard cock.

 

Buffy was already teetering at the edge of an orgasm, and working Angel’s large cock in her mouth was sure to bring her all the way to her own completion. She couldn’t resist this tasty treat their first time together, and she couldn’t refuse herself the pleasure now either- Buffy wanted it all.

 

“Oh Buffy,” he called her to, as Buffy turned her head and flashed him a dirty look before her mouth darted down to his eager hips.

 

Blowing little puffs of air on his erection as she stroked, Buffy cooed, “I need to have you in my mouth, Angel… Mmmm… All this- just for me.”

 

“And…ooooh… what…have you got for me,” he groaned out, as he pulled her hips to his nose to smell the sweet aroma of Buffy’s arousal.

 

Buffy quickly answered him by taking an oh-so-needed lick at the very tip of his cock. Angel downright yelped at Buffy’s seduction and raised his hips up to her for more of her talented tiny mouth. He was sopping with his liquid arousal and Buffy was hungry to eat him all up. She took just the very tip of him in her mouth to kiss and suckle, making Angel writhe in delight below her. Her own honey flooded her all the more as she moved her lips up and down his hardness, sucking his delicious member deeper down her throat. Buffy felt him getting even harder as she bathed him with her moans and her little skillful tongue. Such an amazing body, which was a reflection of his angelic soul and Buffy wanted to spend every waking moment basking in him. 

 

The perfect happiness she gave to him with just her presence, from seeing her own complete bliss in return rippled at him in every way…. It tugged at his endless physical lusts for her, his deepest poetic musings of love to her, and all the varying shades of emotion in between. And from all this- knowing that Angel affected her in the exact same way…

 

Angel’s large hands gripped and massaged Buffy’s own soft lower globes, as he lay in ecstasy at her touch. He was mindless at the pleasure, filled with such exquisitely sexual sensations- the tip of his penis butting against the back of her lovely throat. Angel could clearly see Buffy’s arousal and knew that she was almost about to come now. Her legs now relaxed-were spread wide above him, as Buffy better positioned herself to take in all of Angel’s hardness and grasp at him her with hands. Her pelvis jiggled in naturally seductive invitation, and Angel eagerly took up their sensual offer of the only Heaven he’d ever known.

 

Buffy gasped, her mouth unconsciously tugging at Angel even more as she felt his cool breath at her feminine mound. She still wore her panties, but they were the wettest of the wet with her arousal, and Buffy easily felt Angel’s lips hover close to her.

 

“Its been too long, sweetheart… Too long,” he quietly whispered to her, with gentle yet unrestrained passion.

 

All she could do was whimper in response, and continue to devour his hard manhood between her lips- grinding back to meet his seeking mouth. The feel of his slick tongue pushing against the thin wet satin of her panties made her mouth hum in response, and Angel groaned to feel her vibrations all around him. Hungry for more of her honey, his fingers very carefully slid under the thin straps of her underwear. Slowly, Angel pulled the garment off and away… Baring Buffy’s dripping center to his starving lips. His mouth tingled in anticipation, reveling in these treasured moments of touch- now coveting her taste and scent. The heat of her bare skin on his was simply indescribable, no moment or feeling could ever compare to being with Buffy like this.

 

Angel’s eyes slid shut in seductive slumber, as he tongue slid its way to a long languid lick- the first of many, he hoped. He heard a barely audible gasp as his tongue caressed her wet sex up and down, feeling Buffy’s tiny mouth and hands tighten at the slow sensual movements. Angel had no intention of rushing the moment. He wanted to bring Buffy to orgasm again, and again and again. Flooded with Buffy’s sweetest honey, he gulped her down, she filled him- but always made him hunger for more and more of her. To be wrapped around his beautiful Buffy, forever luxuriating in the feel of her body… He never wanted an end to their time together, their lovemaking… It was everything.

 

“Buffy,” he sighed into her sex as he stole another sugary taste, sweeping his lips over her swollen clitoris.

 

Her lips emitted a delicious new sound of pleasure, in between a grunt and a sigh- as she continued her happy task of sucking Angel in her mouth. She curved herself inward, her tummy rising and rubbing with his muscled stomach- to better suck at him and to be suckled in return. Buffy arched her body, her hands fondled the large firming spheres of Angel’s manhood. The new angle giving her the wonderful leeway to savor and slide her lips all around the underside of Angel’s full jutting erection. Buffy felt the edge of his large tongue lick her clitoris again before running along her outer folds, she just HAD to suck his velvety sacs. She so desperately needed his taste- to feel him inside her mouth.

 

Angel bucked upward at the feel of Buffy’s hands tightly slipping up and down his shaft, while her mouth worked the rest of his manhood. Heavily breathing into the midnight air, he carefully rubbed his thumb around her aroused and soon to be well sucked clitoris.

 

He groaned out her name again, his penis began to feel an increasing rhythm of Buffy’s tongue around him- Angel’s own tongue now worming his way into her tight passage. She cried out in joy, as she tried to impale herself on his talented tongue. No one else could erotically deliver her like this, as Angel suckled at and touched every one of her inner g-spots all at once. Her vaginal muscles clenched all around Angel’s tongue, not just from the oral pleasure he was giving her but from the suckling she was doing herself as well. He slid his tongue out of the sweet haven and Buffy groaned, hoping Angel would quickly slide back in. Instead, his lips tightly surrounded her sensitive center, and squeezed it just before his began to devour her whole with his mouth.

 

Buffy barely had the time to moan out Angel’s name at the act before she felt his large soft fingertips dance around her entrance. Gently, he eased a single finger shallowly in- as Buffy ground her backside to his face and fingers.

 

“More Angel! More,” Buffy mumbled as she engulfed his cock, at the same time leaning back to feel Angel’s tongue sucking away at her and his fingers delving deep inside of her.

 

“Yes, Buffy. Always more,” he gritted out, now sliding in a nearly all his fingers before he thrust his hips up to her mouth.

 

No woman Angel had ever known had truly taken in as much erotic fulfillment as he did like this- especially in this oral act, it was what made him want to take Buffy even more. That she hungered for his body, did not rest until she was satisfied for his taste- and took such a blatant sexual thrill in consuming him…

 

Angel moved faster and faster, gratifying Buffy more and more with each thrust and suckle. Rapture overwhelmed their senses, slowly overloaded with tasting and touching- basking in the feel of their lover’s physical exploration of their bodies. Buffy had never been in this position with any male, it felt so good- spread wide open for Angel’s skillful tongue and fingers, while she got to play with his body too. Nothing felt as good as this, his lips tight around her swollen sensitive bud- his sucking making his lips vibrate into carnal growls… His large hard erection easily thrusting into her wet and steamy hot throat, her hands soothing and arousing his scrotum too - daring him to come all over her.

 

“Oh god, Buffy… Buffy! Buffy, Buffy, Buffy,” he hoarsely called out to her as he fastened his mouth on her sensitive clitoris, thrusting faster into her and now fingering the curves of her soft rear with his other hand.

 

Tight, tight- she had wound him up so much- made him feel a universe of sexual pleasure, titillated him beyond the physical and the spiritual. And hot- so hot, so good- she was a force of nature. Buffy was sexuality herself, the goddess that demanded for his release- just as he commanded of the woman for her own. The golden goddess’s lips tightening at the base of him- just as his lips were wrapped around her…  He shuddered at the feeling, his entire body tightening and bracing with hers… Wildly, her silken walls convulsed all around him in hot unending rapture- just as he fell into the bottomless pits of passion with her. His cock thrust into her mouth in the deepest orgasm Angel had ever felt, as he gobbled down all of her honey flooding into his mouth and coating his fingers with her own hard release.

 

Buffy swallowed all of him as Angel’s unrelenting tongue gloriously crashed her overhead on into the longest and hardest orgasm Buffy had ever felt. Not since their first and only time together had she felt this erotic down-right religious completion, as she rode out her climax on Angel’s still sucking mouth.

 

This all encompassing gratification thundered through their bodies, still compelling them to ride each other hard and fast- so hard… Burning into each other, until their supernatural bodies eased down to revel in the sensual aftermath of such unabashed sexual desire.

 

Buffy willed the air into her lungs, woozy and panting after all the rippling spectacle their bodies had made by exciting and loving each other. Nearly blacking out from the intensity himself, Angel helped Buffy turn herself around. Quickly he brought his face to hers, together their lips fell into long wet and hungry kisses. Even after such mind blowing climaxes, their mouths searched for each other- still yearning, always wanting.

 

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned out to her, his large hands grabbing, enflaming and soothing her long neglected body all at once- trying to move down to reach her legs.

 

Leaning deeper into his body Buffy slung her right leg over Angel’s naked hip. He cradled the tiny appendage, loving it- eager to shower his affection on it… On all of her body. She nodded her approval as he rubbed up against her, all the while kissing and mating with their mouths.

 

Buffy slowly pulled away from Angel’s mouth, just far enough away to take in his regal and tender face. The warm brown chocolate of his eyes met with hers, his hands softly raking her curvy sides and his legs strongly holding onto her as well.

 

“You’re really here,” she said quietly, barely loud enough to whisper- but tenderly heard by her lover’s ears anyway.

 

Angel placed another kiss on her lips, smoothing out her hair as he so loved to do. She snuggled into his advances, and Angel heard her sigh at his touch. Although she certainly seemed very pleased with the turn of events- he still sensed, an uneasiness about her. That maybe to her, all of this- the two of them together, was just a dream.

 

He would definitely have to rectify that.

 

Definitely.

 

Rolling them over so she lay on top- his hand went to feel the curve of her soft cheek, “I’m here. We are here- together…”

 

His sentence trailed off as he gently urged her to sit upright and then he kissed his way up her body as moved up to be with her. Buffy’s eyes fell closed as she luxuriated in the cool sensation of his suckling mouth- peppering kisses all around her shoulders and neck. She massaged his back as he kissed her body, not realizing that he was reaching for something on the night-table…

 

****

 

It was almost the first time in her life that Cordelia Chase wished one of the many hell-spawned demons of the night would grab her right then and there. After an hour of watching the ballet it was now intermission, and not a moment too soon.  As the curtains closed she noticed that Fred, Gunn, and Wesley had already made their way to the lobby- quick to snag the complimentary champagne and hor d'oeuvres.  She too made her exit out into the lobby along with the rest of the audience but instead of catching up with the others, Cordelia made a direct bee-line to the exit. Pushing through the heavy theater doors, she determinedly stepped out into the cold windy night. Cordelia was on a mission. Confidently, her high-heeled feet stepped firmly down on the cracked gray concrete of the city sidewalks- exuding a ferocity that was clear to anyone she passed.

 

For an hour of public television style dancing that would have in other circumstances- easily lulled her to sleep, her mind was awake with calculations. It took a while, and a lot of number crunching on her part but Cordelia finally figured out how Angel could pay for his extra ticket. Sure it would actually involve some clients PAYING for their services- a lot of clients, but still- she was positive that Angel would do it for this. How could he not? Though, maybe by the time they both got back to the theater it might be too late to see the rest of the ballet. They’d simply have to drive back- it wasn’t like Angel didn’t have a buck or two to pay for valet parking.

 

Her shoes were practically ruined by having to walk so far… A matter Cordelia would definitely settle with Angel after she set him straight about going back with her to see the rest of Giselle. She wondered if Angel had anything to wear besides the trademark monochrome color clothes he wore on a daily basis. He needed to look good if Angel was going back with her. Mentally, she did a mental inventory of Angel’s clothes- trying to remember if he had one. Yes, he did- she remembered, Angel wore a tux to go to their senior prom and be all Joe-saved-the-last-dance for Buffy in her “perfect high school moment”. She had thought back to a few weeks ago when while fishing through his closet to look for a new vase to replace the one she broke during their training session, Cordelia had seen the ensemble. The black suit was tucked away behind the rest of his clothes in the front of the closet. Along with some other boxed up things that she were also in the back- the brunette was surprised that she hadn’t seen before.

 

Cordelia had to sometimes look in Angel’s closet, quite a lot now that Connor was around- to find various baby things that might not have been in his dressing table. It had surprised her that there were things in there she hadn’t already been privy to before- and wondered how long the garment bag and those boxes had been inside. Judging by the amount of dust on the objects, it had clearly been a long time.

 

Well he’d have to simply shake the dust off the tux and be ready in flash so they could make it back in time. Sure, their late appearance would cause heads to turn- but wasn’t that the whole point? Make their heads turn, their eyes look- their thoughts turn jealous?

 

Turning the corner of the last block, she ran up the patio of the Hyperion Hotel- her high heeled feet running…. Suddenly, Cordelia ran into a woman exiting the gate.

 

Disoriented, Cordelia immediately lashed out at the woman forgetting that she could be a potential paying client, “Hey! Watch it you-“

 

“Excuse me, I did not see you in your rush,” the older woman apologized, her soiled sleeve flapping in the breeze as she pulled her rusty cart through the gate as well.

 

“Look, if you’re going to ask for money we don’t have any,” she warned slightly, wary the homeless woman that loitered here would be looking for a way to get some.

 

She held up her dirtied hands in defense, “I have no need for such things. Everything is as it should be- and there is no need for me here.”

 

“Sure,” Cordelia dismissed, moving past the woman about ready to close the gate to keep her from coming back in.

 

Eerily, the woman stopped her- grabbing her hand on the lock, “There is no need here for you right now either.”

 

Stunned, Cordelia angrily reeled her hand away from this stranger, “And who do you think you are?”

 

“He is his own man,” she replied, staring down at the younger woman. “Only two must dance in this dance.”

 

Yet despite her tattered clothes and worn appearance- the old woman’s smoky eyes that before were benevolent, flashed a darker stormy shade of slate gray as stared down Cordelia. Involuntarily, Cordelia found herself taking a step back from her- this strange woman’s eyes and entire demeanor suddenly became commanding… Almost authoritative, in a majestic sort of way- as if a single look or wave of the hand from this woman could mean the difference between life and death to those who would cross her.

Although Cordelia’s intuition was not as honed as much as she would like- even a deaf, dumb and blind idiot could sense this… was it power?

 

But suddenly in a flash, her posture changed and she slumped down again- pulling her cart further out onto the sidewalk. Her head turned to the side, the wind whispering in her ear. Cordelia edged slowly into the patio, ready to close the gate while she reasoned this woman was listening to whatever crazy voice was speaking to her. She carefully locked the gate and turned around to walk into the lobby before the woman called out for her.

 

“Tonight you will learn a lesson that my son nor my grandniece did not fully understand until they died at the hands of another,” she spoke to her through the bars of the gate.

 

Mustering all of her courage Cordelia walked back to the gate, staring her straight in the face. The bars were the only thing that separated the two women, and making Cordelia feel safe enough to finally end this strange encounter.

 

“Look- I don’t know what your deal is but if you need help with some problem or something, speak to the broody guy inside. Otherwise, you’re loitering on private property. I’ll call the police if you don’t,” she warned- trying to give the woman as much of her own intimidating glare as she could.

 

“There are some things that can be changed- and there are others that can not. Knowing the difference and acting accordingly in time, that is the key. Do not mess with what can not be pulled apart,” she said in return, reaching out her hand at the other woman. “This is his.”

 

“His what,” she screamed not wanting to make any close contact with this strange woman.

 

Instinctively she batted away the old hag’s hand as she had before. Yet this stranger tightened her grip around Cordelia’s fist- making Cordelia look up to question the old woman.

 

But she was gone.

 

Nowhere to be seen.

 

Tentatively, Cordelia stepped out of the gate. The brunette looked left and right, then down the twisting roads- but saw no trace of the woman. The stranger, whoever she was- had disappeared, back to wherever she had come from. Her hand still in her tightest grip, grasped to see a fist full of money lying flat in her palm. It was a quite bit of money. She took a moment to count all of it- luxuriate in the feel of it and the aroma she that had so sorely missed. This was more than enough to cover the ticket cost- but still, she would definitely insist on still getting more clients to pay for it nevertheless.

 

Finally making it inside the hotel, she entered the lobby- but saw that no one was there. Assuming Angel was probably upstairs in his room, Cordelia padded up the steps to the second floor to find him. When she had come in, she had heard laughter… But by the time she had ascended the stairs, the noise stopped and was replaced by something else- something she couldn’t quite make out. Angel was probably playing with Connor, and perhaps now they had moved onto another fun activity… Or possibly Angel was laying him down to sleep.

 

Yet when she opened the door to Angel’s apartment, the room was empty. No Angel and no baby. She looked in all of the rooms in his apartment- the sitting room, his bedroom and the baby’s nursery. Still, no one was there. Confused, she wondered where he had gone when suddenly she heard muffled noises- coming from the hallway.

 

As she exited his apartment, she looked down at the end of the corridor and realized that the noises where coming from the large deluxe suite they had just fixed up a few weeks ago. Determined to find him, Cordelia stalked down the hallway to find Angel. Only, the closer and closer she got to the door- the louder the noises became. She slowed down- trying to listen as she heard…

 

Moaning… And growling?

 

Money in hand, Cordelia quietly opened the door to see what Angel was doing. The door was only open a crack before she heard it- the sound of soft sighs and wet flesh smacking together. Even though the door was open only a crack- she was not spared any of the view before her.

 

Buffy… taking all the way in Angel’s… Angel with his head buried between Buffy’s own…

 

Shocked, she let go of the door as if its doorknob had burned her- all of the money she held scattering to the ground. Getting behind the door as if it were a shield to the moans and groans of their arousal. The large wooden door offered no such shelter- the decibel of their romp only increasing, turning louder and louder. About to go in and stop all of this before Angel went evil- she remembered the strange woman’s words.

 

*Only two must dance in this dance*

 

*He is his own man*

 

*Do not mess with what can not be pulled apart*

 

“This is his,” Cordelia said out aloud, yet even with their mystical senses neither of the couple heard her- too busy feasting on each other’s flesh to notice.

 

Cordelia was too amazed by this revelation to do anything except stand there stupidly at the sight- then run back out into the hallway again. Trying to recollect her senses, she decided to go back in and break up the tryst. But as she turned back to throw open the slightly ajar door she heard Buffy scream out Angel’s name- and Angel just as loudly call out for Buffy. Horrified, with her own two eyes Cordelia SAW Buffy’s hard release- just at the same time Angel was having a release of his own… She flinched, but even when she opened her eyes again they were still… thrusting against each other, moaning until they finished their fun.

 

Only they didn’t finish. Not really- now they were turned about, facing each other- whispering things the brunette couldn’t make out. She tried to talk- to scream or yell or do something, but she was aghast at the couple before her. And then when their already disgusting kisses where increasingly fevered, hungry for each other- ready for what looked like to be round number two…

 

“I’m here. We are here- together,” he whispered, as Cordelia revoltingly watched Angel slobbered his way up the blonde’s body.

 

It was all she could do to keep from going insane as she saw Angel reaching for… a rose? On the table, it was there- part of an entire bouquet of roses…. Which looked like a very EXPENSIVE bouquet Angel actually BOUGHT for her.

 

“Mmmmmm,” Buffy moaned into his mouth. “I love you, Angel.”

 

“I love you- Buffy,” he replied, his left hand tangling in her hair while he brought the dark red rose up to her nose to smell.

 

Cordelia didn’t need to see Buffy’s reaction to the flowery aroma, she could smell the sickening sweetness from all the way across the large stateroom. Though the aroma did nothing to block the heavy musk of sex and lovemaking that deeply saturated the otherwise crisp night air. What was she doing here like this? Subjecting herself to this… words couldn’t even begin to describe what she was watching as Cordelia saw Angel gently turn Buffy over so that her back faced him. All the while still stroking her with that incredibly expensive looking rose…

 

“Just you. Only you,” he softly said, kissing her temple as he moved the silky dark crimson flower over her golden skin.

 

And that’s when it all clicked in Cordelia’s head.

 

Just her.

 

Only her.

 

Only Buffy.

 

Angel loved Buffy.

 

Only Buffy.

 

They were simple words- but they stuck in her head and in her throat with its righteous thorns and refused to let the young woman go. Angel loved Buffy- would ALWAYS love Buffy. It was silly for her to even think that there was a possibility… He did not see her when she first laid eyes on him at the Bronze, and Angel didn’t realize she was there now. Angel didn’t know her. For such a major revelation, it was quiet in her mind- not loud or thundering words from on high. They were quiet- but firm, all the more validating their truth.

 

And she wasn’t sure what she would do at it.

 

She could fight Buffy on this- as she did in high school all those years ago. Been there, flirted that… And still it wouldn’t change the fact that Angel loved her. Would always love her. And Buffy would always love him back. Not wanting to witness any more of her defeat, Cordelia quietly closed the door- in time to see the rose dip under their sweat covered sheers. Beyond anyplace that Cordelia wanted to think about now.

 

As she walked down the hall, and descended the stairs she wondered… What had happened to her? What happened to the no nonsense girl who didn’t take disrespect from anyone and spoke her mind? Who was she now? What kind of woman was she to pine for Angel while he bedded his true love that could never be her? What had she become? And the question that worried her most of all as she slipped out into the night- how could she have let this happen to herself?

 

It was as if Cordelia hadn’t been there at all.

 

This was a dance for two.

 

***

 

“This rose is like you,” Angel explained to her as he stroked her fine flesh, arousing and erotic as it danced over her skin.

 

“How is it like me,” she moaned, her nose wrinkled in what Angel thought was the cutest face of struggling concentration.

 

His lips her were cool against her ear again as the bud stroked her sensitive breasts, “It’s soft, like you. It smells sweet, like you. And it’s beautiful, like you.”

 

Then the petals swirled around her small hips, darting below the pooled sheets at her spread thighs- caressing her pouty netherlips. Buffy’s bodily flower built up with heat again- flushing over her, preparing her always eager body. Feeling Angel’s hardness against her once more, Buffy bit back another moan as her lips sought out his wet mouth.

Her tongue rejoiced as it found her mate again- probing and enticing the other into play.

 

By now the rose had made its journey past the waterfall of Buffy’s wet heat, and dipped itself into the valleys of her tight lower globes. The sensation made Buffy quiver for a moment- not in anticipation, but in fear… Fear of cold, unfriendly hands suddenly engulfing her and hurting her sprung to her mind- but the memories were just as suddenly brushed away as she felt Angel’s hand soothed her abused body.

 

“Its okay,” he said quietly, planting a kiss to her bare bottom as he massaged her back. “I’m here, its okay.” 

 

She nodded and any unpleasant thoughts had left her again, replaced by the electricity that crackled from Angel’s fingertips. They excited and enticed as he moved them along the cheeks of her small tight body. Buffy sighed at the feel of these very, very friendly fingers, and their gentle exploration of her derriere- not demanding or brawling. Fueled by his love, erotic curiosity and his appetite for titillating exploration… He was deliciously driven to touch her with raw sexual desire. Buffy’s own thoughts strayed to thoughts of feeling his fingers probing her from this orifice, sensually in and out- then slowly his hard penis entering, undulating to make her come all over their entangled bodies. Her eyes relaxed and closed at the idea, as she ground her backside to his touching. Lost remembering, how it felt to have Angel inside of her like that the first time he took her at that very spot. Angel shared the same tasty vision as well, but caressed Buffy’s neck again to whisper in the air.

 

“I have no objections to the idea,” he told her as he kissed her, pressing his long and hard cock between her cheeks as evidence.

 

Buffy giggled as she kissed him back, letting her hand tangle in his hair before she pulled away to speak, “Yes… Mmmm… But I-I… I need you… Inside me, here…”

 

She rubbed her wet opening to Angel’s manhood- the love and lust clearly on display for him. Past that, Angel saw that Buffy needed this… She needed him, as much as he needed her- and Angel couldn’t help but be aroused at that. With a soft kiss to the temple of her sun kissed forehead, Angel maneuvered their bodies so that Buffy comfortably lay on top of him- sitting snuggly in his lap. Rose still in hand- Angel sandwiched Buffy’s small body between his back, the long stemmed rose, and his cool calming hand on her belly. That slight contact alone put Buffy infinitely at ease. Yet given the delicious new position that Angel was in, sprawled out below her- also sent a heated wave of desire through her willing body.

 

For a moment, Angel and Buffy sat together just like that. The only souls to be found in the Hyperion Hotel, so close and so intimately entwined- just basking in the experience of feeling their naked bodies and bare souls tight together. Just that holding onto each other… The feel of other’s body tight around their arms, the holding...

 

Cars passed by- rushing through the dark Los Angeles night, making a soft hum that added to the still serene room. Then deep breaths that matched steady heartbeats were the only sounds to be heard, and they made a beautiful music together.

 

“You’re so very, very, beautiful,” Angel said to her, as he massaged her neck and placed kisses into her hair. “I love you… And there’s just so much, I-”

 

“I know,” she said, her lips finding his for another fiery kiss as he slid the rose up, softly caressing her breasts. ”I love you too, Angel. Mmmm….”

 

Buffy moaned at the sensual fondling, her arms snaking around to stroke his neck and grip at his short dark hair. His hair pulled into bristly points, sharp and clean- just how Buffy liked it. She angled her head to take in the Angel musk, before losing herself in another licking kiss that made her squirm over Angel’s bare lap.

 

Her eyes swam inside of his for a moment before opening big and wide as she groaned out to Angel again. Buffy’s mouth opened in arousal, as Angel’s fingers sought once more to dance around her bare nipples. They were already hard peaks before he had touched them again, but any touch or contact he made with her body always excited her. Even more erotic, was when Buffy got to watch Angel’s passionate responses to her body. She could tell he got that same lusty excitement out of watching her react to his touches, and Angel all but confirmed her thoughts as he gave her a low down growl in return. He had stopped his journey with her rose, opting for a more hands on approach to pleasuring her- but still somehow managed to have it in his hands as he palmed her full breasts.

 

“I want you to know how special you are,” Angel moaned, as Buffy’s hands fluttered to hold his as he continued in his sensual task. “I want you to feel just how special you are to me.”

 

Buffy smiled at that and stroked the nape of his neck while her other hand snaked between them to rub his naked erection, “I feel plenty when I’m with you.”

 

Angel arched an eyebrow at that as he moaned out for her, “Plenty?”

 

“Mmm-hmmm,” she confirmed, rubbing his penis even harder. “Do you-”

 

“Oh god YES!!!! Yes,” he moaned out, giving Buffy a giggle as her squeezed her breasts.

 

She caught his eye and gave a warm smile back as she stroked, “I didn’t finish with the question, Angel.”

 

“When I’m with you, nothing can describe how I feel,” Angel hoarsely replied, somehow knowing the answer before hearing her question.

 

Angel’s eyes closed again as he soundly kissed her again, both their hands guiding his hardness just outside of her wet heat. Buffy was surprised to see Angel shake a little, his hard penis stroking just her netherlips- rubbing but not fully going inside. Her left hand wrapped around his neck and urged him closer- while her right hand took a hold of him and began to guide Angel inside of her. They moved the very tip of him inside of her core. Buffy and Angel sighed at the incredible sensation- after all these years to finally experience that heaven again. Buffy’s head was spinning at the erotic feel of it- getting wetter at the thought of him growing inside her as he thrust in.

 

“All the way,” she moaned, grabbing at him- tilting her head to lick and kiss him. “All the way, Angel!”

 

Fully savoring the tight sensuality of his entrance, Angel slowly moved deep inside Buffy until he was fully seated her hot body. He sucked in hard breath at the full contact, hearing Buffy’s gasps of pleasure, her lovely silken head of hair flinging back as she cried out. He felt her tight eager silken walls zealously squeezing at his getting-even-harder-by-the-second erection, and tried desperately not to come right then and there.

 

“Its hard… for me too,” she moaned out, sharing his thoughts. “But- even if we did right now… I know- I’ll still want you, maybe even more… Ohhhhh, Angel!”

 

“Mmmmm… Bufffy,” he breathed back, pulling her flush against him as he continued his fevered ministrations to her breasts- still hard inside her body.

 

He let the rose he had touched Buffy with fall to the side, while his hand up and down the right side of Buffy’s soft body. Her streamline hips were like every other part of her body, small and perfect. Small and perfect hands still tangled in his hair, although he felt them wander down to his shoulders, relaxing and enticing the tense muscles underneath. Small and perfect lips attached to a small and perfect mouth- using her perfectly petite tongue to whip him into complete sexual frenzy. The little pink marvel twirled seductively, dancing in its own provocative way inside his mouth. It sought out his own tongue and had its way with it, meeting together over and over. They used all of her body in their lovemaking- their hands caressed, lips kissed, even their feet implored the other with pleas of rubbing and friction that were soon to be echoed at other delicious spots of their bodies.

 

Angel felt her small soft back curves leisurely but very insistently rub against his pelvis, and he smiled-it was what he so desperately wanted too. Very carefully, Angel pushed himself forward into her body- making Buffy groan her approval. She met his first quiet thrust with her own hard buck onto his cool hard body. Slowly, he worked himself deeper into her tight sheath- infinitely more pleasurable with each hard burrowing movement inward. Her lips were fused with his in their consuming kisses, licking his heavy lips as she sucked and grabbed at him- drawing Angel closer… Closer to his lips, closer to his hips- just… needing more and more…

 

She sped up at their frenzied contact, undulating her body in the most delectable of ways- Angel never could and never would feel this way with anyone else. Buffy was delirious with insatiable desire as he pumped. She trembled a just little to feel Angel’s own shaking at the startling capacity of their love. Far from being a passive participant, Buffy soundly continued her kisses to his full lips and neck- soothing and seducing him at the same time. Her hands weren’t idly still either- they blazed hot trails of warmed skin on Angel’s long dead flesh. With their provocative movements she summoned even the dust in his bones to jump alive with heady pleasure- giving him the leverage he needed for harder and deeper plunges into her body.

 

She was indescribable- Buffy made him speechless at her entire naked glistening frame, moving frantically at his own rapid and raving body. She was so warm and soft- and just so good… Buffy felt him throbbing in and out her, edging at the borders of methodical seduction and plain out raw innate sexual drive. Lips continued to play as Buffy’s silken womb gripped the hard staff that stroked so deep inside- the power of the act tumbling them faster into desire. Her hands were tight at Angel’s thighs- trying to anchor herself as she rocketed harder onto him. His left hand gripped with her, caressing her tiny taut fingers as his other hand sought pleasure in skimming along her wet inner thigh. He massaged the hot slippery skin to be led finally to source of such streaming energy- about to explode in all its scoring heat.

 

So much to taste and touch, rushing in at all of their senses.  Its affect was strong and heady on their bodies, leaving Buffy and Angel awash in their marvelous collective sensations. Angel felt that perfectly overflow onto his large fingers that rubbed at Buffy’s wet steamy entrance- playing with the pouty lips that clung desperately to his pumping cock. He tasted Buffy’s moan at that penetrating stimulation, feeling her hand release one of his thighs to join his teasing fingers. Angel continued to stroke her outer walls, even though they were already well pleased with his encompassing hardness. Then very carefully through her flooded folds, he dipped inside. His fingers roamed and reached as his steely member rawly rubbed her sweetened depths. She gripped his probing hand as Angel traced the full ready bud, electrifying the hot tender skin around it. Buffy’s head rolled back at the overwhelming sensation, panting heavily onto his neck. Her hand immediately let his teasing hand go unhindered, and searched behind her- below her, to find the soaked base of his manhood. Buffy took the hard flesh wrapping her tiny hand around it in as tight a fist as she could. She stroked the top of his slick member- enflaming the long staff even more than the vampire thought was physically possible.

 

Growling he found Buffy’s flashpoint- loving it, circling the full ruby and reveling in the feel of Buffy all around him. Her eyes were just as compelling, the sultry hazel focused on bringing him as much physical as possible. As if it weren’t already enough just to be able to touch her. That was heaven enough, but for Angel be able to fully love her and to truly make slow drawn out love to her- that was… something he’d spend all of his existence trying to be worthy of. Angel groaned out again, to feel that she was getting her fill of his body and his love- grabbing at him with loving but insatiable hands. 

 

Her body was sizzling with the intensity between them. Angel made her body boil with heat that Buffy never knew she had, raising the heat inside of her with every stroke and touch. She was happily exposed to him everywhere, vulnerable- his for the taking in every sense of the word. But with all that power over her- and with all the forces inside of himself, the only taking he did was to higher and higher depths of passion. Deeper and deeper into the peace of love and the sweetness of finally feeling whole. This was Heaven- and this was her Angel.

 

Angel kept on his unstoppable quest- turning the heated dial inside of her, stroking the bud relentlessly. Exciting and arousing- past boiling and beyond melting. He worked her tight love box to have her know the fullest and deepest physical and spiritual joy possible. Only to vow to do it all deliciously over again.

 

“Oh, oh, oh- Angel I’m coming,” Buffy cried out as he sped up his strokes- the friction inside and out becoming far too much.

 

Buffy heard his garbled reply- tightening her grip on his long rock hardness. Riding him, straight into the fires of fulfillment. Her head shook with the shock of it all, feeling Angel’s fingers press in the tight circles around her clit- loving and pinching her sensitive bud.  At the same moment feeling his penis slamming into all of the equally sensitive hot spots inside… All too soon she bubbled over him, as he did her- the burning heat turning into a hot steamy wet froth that glutted all over his hungry body. Angel’s own passion broiled over them as he bathed himself in her- lost in her and their orgasm- his body never stopping. He jerked again and again inside, throbbing- releasing…All of his love surging into his soulmate. Ramming hard into her- not to hurt but to please her, always please… And please, and please and please…

 

And when his cool seed flooded into her, she more than welcomed it. Buffy wantonly pulled at him for more. She could never have enough of him, as poured into her- begging him for more of himself to give her. Angel brought her to the hottest fires of passion but rescued her from death by its flames, cooling her body with his own savory completion. Feeling him come inside of her was the soothing syrup to her heated body, easily bringing her to orgasm again. Buffy thoroughly milked Angel’s manhood, still tugging at him well after their blazing orgasms were over.

 

Then, as best as she could manage, she rolled their bodies onto her stomach- gasping but still wetly connected to Angel. Her mouth landed next to his wrist and she began to kiss him all over again at the spot. Her lips and tongue eager to get back to showering Angel with her affection. In between steadying though unnecessary- Angel still continued to kiss her, nipping and kissing the soft expanse of her back.

 

“Now that we’ve started I just can’t seem to stop… I can’t stop loving you,” Buffy said breathlessly- finding that she still gripped Angel’s lingering erection.

 

Happily, she continued to pump him from that spot as well, sucking at his fingers and making little licks to his wrist laying near her head on the pillow. Angel tried to thoughtfully articulate himself to her, but found he could do better with actions than words. Wanting more and more of her body, Angel moved the scope of his worship to her neck. He reveled at the warm skin, licking over his mark. Though he concentrated on the little spot that her shoulder blade met with her long elegant neck, his hands were blissfully all around Buffy’s body- all too eager to touch. Feeling Buffy’s tiny mouth suck at his fingers and her little hands- not to mention what things she was doing while he was INSIDE her… A low down rumble escaped from his throat as he tried once again to tell her, to speak or say anything at all.

 

“We don’t ever have to stop. Never stop,” he gritted out, showing off his vampire speed- easily flipping Buffy comfortably on her back yet still keeping inside of her.

 

She smiled to see his face, running her fingers along his angled chin. A sigh fell out from her lips as he moved his mouth to kiss at the front of her now- laving behind her ear then moving all around her neck. Her heavenly fingertips massaged his shoulders and back, driving away the stress in his weary flesh- her touch like magic for all earthly troubles. She soothed and yet seduced, when those same hands snaked down his trim waist and grabbed stiffly at his haunches- her other hand back to stroking his manhood.

 

Angel smiled and moved away from his kisses to look up at her, expecting to her features graced with a teasing but completely adoring smile. But when Angel finally looked at her, he saw something in her eyes- there was something else… It worried him.

 

Buffy continued her erotic play but still nervously asked the careful question, “Even when your friend brings back Connor?”

 

The easy grin Angel smiled suddenly slipped away,“ You know about Connor?”

 

Buffy nodded from beneath him, still touching, “The lady… She gives you a run for your money in the cryptic department… But I read the note your friend Lorne left behind and he mentioned the baby… And then his joke about Darla at the end of the it…Working with what the woman said I just put-“

 

Soberly Angel began to move away from her, “No, you have every right to… I shouldn’t have just-”

 

Buffy turned her face down, afraid to look in his eyes, “Its okay, Angel. I’ll understand if you want me to leave.”

 

Angel turned his head in shock at that, “Why would I ask YOU to leave? I mean- I know you must want to-”

 

“Leave? Me,” Buffy asked, daring to look up at him. “I just wanted to see you, to let you know about me, and so, you know- she could tell you about your curse. And then it was like… there was this perfect beautiful moment.”

 

“If you want- you can leave… Its all right you… Do you? Want to,” he asked, so vulnerable when it came to Buffy.

 

“Well only if you want me to- I can go… I’ll go right now, and just…be gone with the going away part,” Buffy rambled.

 

Timidly, they both looked to the other for answers. And saw only the silliness of their insecurities reflected back at them. Neither could help laughing at that. Really, laughing- at the nonsense of it… At being able to sit back, look at themselves and really realize just how absurd all of their tip-toeing was.

 

Angel lay back down close to Buffy, shaking his head and laughing, “We’re horrible.”

 

“But we’re horrible together,” Buffy groaned good-naturedly, though she tried to contain herself from giggling. “And somehow, just by saying that- it sounds even worse.”

 

“Not the together part,” Angel smiled again, kissing her softly again on her tiny lips. ”That sounds just right.”

 

“Mmmmm,” Buffy sighed, as their lips met and she lay flush against his cool body once again. “I like now. Its very now with its pleasantly now-ness… And when Connor comes?”

 

“When he comes, he’ll probably be all tucked out… And we can… continue, as long as we’re quiet,” he winked, ducking down to lave at the right side of her neck.

 

Buffy wrapped her arms around him, sighing as she asked, “And in the morning?”

 

“In the morning, he’ll fall instantly in love with you,” he answered, playfully blowing in her ear.

 

“I really love the simplicity of that. I love you,” she mumbled, her hands going back to their previous pleasure spots for rubbing.

 

“The rest I’ve realized- is just details,” he kissed, moving even closer and easing his body down to her. ”Mmmmm, Buffy- I love you- I want you… just like this.”

 

She raised a flirtatious eyebrow at him, “Ooooh- like how?”

 

“Just to be able to see your face,” he said, tracing his cool finger across her lips as he stared passionately into her eyes. “To see you, when you come.”

 

With his lusty declaration, their lips fell into another deep seductive kiss. Buffy leaned up into him, as his arms moved to cradle her body. Her tiny head rested on the length of his elbow, connected to a gentle hand-a caressing hand that ran its fingers through her golden hair and caressed her cheek. He fought his eyes from rolling backward at the pleasure of Buffy’s hands on his body, wanting more to view her lust filled eyes at her actions.

 

Firmly in her hand, Buffy stroked Angel’s penis- the stiff member felt so good to move her hands over. Along with another handful of his tight firm backside, and Buffy could easily loose herself in the throes of passion at just this exploration. It meant that he was there, holding her tight- not leaving for her own good, or gone because the world would end if they went too far… Buffy touched him with such naked need, Angel could already feel himself slipping away with her in the heat of passion. The very tip of his member slathered with savory pre-come, wetting Buffy’s hand as she moved up and down his hard shaft. Angel felt her body ready itself for the pleasure too, his hand moving back forth between massaging her aching nipples to slithering shallowly inside her wet heat. Angel’s other hand moved through her blonde locks, the soft friction of his fingertips easily relaxing her tired scalp again. At all of this delicious stimulation, his tongue still licked at her neck before licking its way back to the home of her mouth.

 

Angel tugged at her lower lip, thoroughly intent on seeing that every part of her body would be pleasured- and pleasured fully. Buffy pulled at him with her legs, already wrapped around his waist as she indulged herself to Angel’s body. Happily, he poised himself again between her sun-kissed thighs. His eyes firmly set on the hazel irises of the beautiful angel of a woman before him. They both gasped at little at just the feel of Angel softly nudging into her body, pressing in another steamy kiss as they continued. Buffy thrust onto Angel just as he wetly pushed into her- it was just…perfect.

 

Quickly Angel was just reduced to three words, crying out ,“Oh, Buffy… Tight… Ooooh…”

 

They began moving in intensely slow thrusts- well tested for gratification, meant for good long languorous rendezvous of skin. A feast of flesh was this Elysium of lips, and breath and kisses and strong thoughtful arms and tiny adorable ankles- and both of them had been starving so long. Angel licked at her belly- in that erotic, pleasurable and slightly possessive way that made Buffy groan out for more. Her head leaned into Angel’s right hand as it cradled and caressed her, his other hand busy working Buffy’s nipples in his palm. The pads of his fingertips moved along the creamy flesh itself, leaving the dark peaks to be teased by the soft pinching skin between his fingers. Growling, he gave one last flick to her belly button before going back to Buffy’s all too alluring breasts. Angel latched onto her sweaty quivering nipple, sucking at the diamond dark tips as hard as he could. He laved at the entire mound- around the large creamy flesh of skin and then Angel tongued around the dark skin before he took it all in his mouth.

 

Buffy’s already tautly wrapped legs squeezed Angel’s back further at that, as he charged deep into her sensitive pleasure center- each stroke making full throbbing contact to her clit. She spread her legs wider apart- giving herself leverage for good hard bucks onto Angel’s penis and allowing him a new angle to go even deeper into her silk heat. Though he yearned for the close contact of Buffy’s shapely legs, and quickly brought her thighs tightly back to his sides. Though they were bent higher up, tight at his chest- still allowing for deeper plunges as he felt Buffy grip at his sides.

 

“No, please- tight, just like that- I need to feel you… PLEASE,” he desperately huffed out, as she gripped him legs and womb all at once.

 

Buffy could only bob her head in agreement as she jiggled, thrusting forward, “Yes, Angel… Ooooh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-Angel!”

 

Her humid body electrified with Angel driving his body into her. Galvanizing Buffy with every movement he made inside her hot young silky softness. Buffy clamped down on his long phallus sliding in and out of her, warming the cold member as it in turn cooled her fiery walls. His cool body blocked her from the cold, kept her safe- wrapped tightly around her, and made Buffy whole. She squirmed under Angel’s sleek precision that was unwieldy with sexual power, pounding into her with all of his supernatural prowess- nearly edging her over.

 

Using his whole hand to entirely feel the satin expanse of her hips, Angel urged her to keep closer to him. Buffy kept him in a vice lock of legs that if he were human with fragile bones and needed breath- he’d surely crush under her passions. But Angel pleaded for more of her, practically stuffing himself inside her lithe body as his clutched Buffy needily to him. She thoroughly tongued him at that, spurring Angel on for more. Her hands went down to his chest, drawing heart over the quiet muscle. Buffy tweaked at his dark male nipples and playing with the nubs earned her a teasing snarl from her lover. Angel ground his hips even harder at that- gyrating his spiraling hips and licking the underside of her breasts while his large hands fondled them. Buffy never felt so wet and hot as did when she was with Angel.  Her arousal dripped all over herself, down her thighs and slather Angel’s pistoning erection.

 

His mouth let his hands attend to her breasts and went back to teasing her mouth, making love to it as much as the rest of his body did to her. He felt her firm stomach grind against him as their hips rocked together. The feel of her fit stomach, sliding underneath him just as Angel slid deep inside her stoked the hot fire he felt burning inside his body. He wondered for a moment if his body could somehow produce heat because of it- but the thought easily escaped him just as Buffy’s tongue easily slipped inside his mouth. Angel was practically mindless at how surrounded by her he felt, breathing in all of her sensuality- tasting its sharp sweetness in his mouth.

 

Angel grabbed at her soft rear, cupping her little cheeks as he wildly went down to have her fly back into him again. Her supernatural muscles pulled at him from deep inside, and Angel never felt more wanted or loved. Not since a rainy January night all those years ago. Nothing was more erotic than to make love to Buffy like this. Her every moment showing him how much she wanted him. She pampered him and spoiled him and loved him with her soulful body- undulating beneath him, her breathless kisses the best reward any man could ever want.

 

“I-want you to know that you are the reason I can... get through each day,” he gasped, his hard body bucking readily against her. “You make things right…perfect.”

 

Her lips responded with more wet kisses, forgoing the words- saturating him in passion and sweat. Buffy knew Angel was a man of few words- but when he did speak…His words just as his body did now, brimming over soul until she nearly burst with eternal joy. To know that this man, this Angel loved her so much- that her presence more than just made his burden lighter. Things were absolutely perfect. Buffy ached to prove to him without a doubt, just how much she loved him in return. She was his completion, his split-apart. Angel was her twin flame who soothed all her aches and god- how her twin flame built up such a fire in her…

 

Sweaty and wandering through the haze of passion, that fire suddenly blazed an even hotter point. Angel’s large hands steadied her wild hips, pushing Buffy onto his body in deep desperate strokes. Buffy’s legs locked around him, gripping him in pleasure at the feel of his hard member sliding deep inside her body. They rolled all over the large stately bed- the sheets rustling as they moved to better please each other. A leg thrown over a shoulder, fingers twirling in their lover’s hair as they thrust- any and every position to bring about the purest of physical pleasures.

 

Buffy felt the desire and love building inside of her, making Angel harder and faster. It made her insides melt its aroused sweetness all over Angel’s member, wetting his pumping pelvis- making it all the more easier to slide back into her.  Swallowing her screams of ecstasy with passionate soulful kisses and impossibly deeper thrusts, Angel penetrated her so much- so hard and so deep… Deep and hard…Hard…Hard… So hard that suddenly the fire within them exploded- burning and combusting as they flared each other deep into orgasm.

 

“Angel! Angel,” she cried out- thrusting deeper and screaming his praises, neither of their orgasms stopping as she felt his come spilling into her again and again.

 

He regimentally drove his quivering body into her until the very last tremor of their orgasms was thoroughly finished off. Even at his very last thrust- Buffy’s legs still somehow found the strength to grip at him- keeping him comfortably inside her body and warmly on top. He had no body heat but holding him so close her body felt so good, keeping out the otherwise cold air. Up until now, Buffy had spent a great deal of time without him. She had no intention of going back to that empty feeling anytime soon.

 

Reading her thoughts he nuzzled her nose to the side of her long neck, “I don’t want to go back to that either.”

 

In emphasis he pressed his lingering erection into her, as he lay on top. Buffy pushed her hips up to savor that delicious friction, pulling his mouth up to hers for more post… and possibly pre-coital kisses.

 

“Whatever is going on… I know as long as I have you… It will somehow be okay. You, you make things okay,” she breathed out as his lips nipped at her ear.

 

“I love you Buffy,” he said, starting into her beautiful eyes as his hands meandered down her stomach.

 

Buffy’s breath hitched as his hand waltzed between her thighs, where their bodies were still joined- making her whole body flush in anticipation and excitement. Her body easily relaxed into his touch, still gripped around him just as so happily enjoyed. Angel moved through the fires with her, stoking themselves up to find their release in each other once again. A ballet like theirs could have many such motions and emotions as this… Happiness, elation, joy and delight. Through out the infinite possibilities that fate could throw at them, at the heart of it all- there remained only two eternal lovers. Only the beauty of two lovers, moving together.

 

THE END

 

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