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 Chapter Title: Things Happen Author’s
notes: This chapter is angsty as hell, so you have been warned a second
time. It’s a bit sexually explicit; so if anyone finds that offensive,
don’t read. ~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~**~~** He
strode across the foyer, until he came to a halt at the front desk. He
looked around curiously… not a person in sight. Tapping the bell that
rested on the counter, he waited patiently for someone to show. In
seconds, a young lady stepped from the doorway, and made her way to the front
desk. She eyed Angel enviously. “Angel…
what are you doing here?” He
leaned across the desk “I need a favor,” he smiled, his pearly whites
glistening. This shouldn’t be too hard, he thought. After all, he
was very charming, and usually, all he had to do for someone of the opposite
sex to respond to him in kind, was to be the charmer that he was. Plus,
Christine was very obvious in her desire for him “I need to know what
room a Buffy Summers is staying in”. ‘Wow.
He is so gorgeous’… he smiled at her and she felt a frisson of response shake
her body. ‘Hot damn… he was really something’. “Sure, no problem,”
the words melodically sprouted from her lips. Christine quickly searched
through the computer for the name Buffy Summers. “Here it is,” excitement
filled her voice. “She’s in room 210” Christine
clutched the handle of the chair directly behind her. The smile Angel
bestowed her was enough to weaken her senses. Her heart raced, the hair on her
body tingled, and her limbs turned to jelly. She used all her strength to stay
upright. ~*~*~*~*~* Buffy
spent a long time in the shower, letting the sting of the water from the showerhead
massage her back. She savored its calming affect, relaxing, pushing all
thoughts from her mind. Toweling off, she pulled on the white linen robe
that rested on the hook over the bathroom door. Slipping into her
favorite fuzzy bugs bunny slippers, she made her way over to the bed, dropped
down and sighed. She desperately needed to talk to Willow. Picking
up the phone, she dialed the number to Willow’s room, a floor below hers.
It rang once. Twice.
Three
times. A
fourth and a fifth. By the
sixth ring, Buffy hung up the phone annoyed. Frustrated, she fell back on
the bed, smoothing her golden locks back and out of her face. “Grrrr,”
she breathed to the empty room. Restless,
she clambered from the bed. Her restlessness and frustration were due to
events that took place earlier that night. In one word… Angel. Barefoot,
she wondered over to the window, thoughts of her mother filling her head.
Both of them. Her heart ached for the loss of Joyce, but at the same time
it delighted in the possibility, that somewhere outside the window she stood,
was a woman who shared her blood. A woman who had given birth to
her. A woman who was in the most literal and biological sense of the
word… her mother. Tomorrow
she told herself. She refused to put it off any longer. She was
determined to find out the truth about her heritage. *~*~*~*~*~* Angel
stood in the dimly lit lobby, waiting for the elevator doors to open. His
chest pumped with the rhythm of the mellow acoustics that drifted through the
staff office and into the surrounding area of the foyer. He waited impatiently,
watching the numbers above the elevators flash red, reducing and decreasing far
too slowly for his liking. When
Buffy had left him back in the parking lot outside the Bronze, he made no
attempt to stop her or follow her. He just watched as her car disappeared
into the night. Soon after, he made his way to his own vehicle and
started for his drive home. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into his driveway,
turned the engine off, and just sat, staring out into the hellish darkness. He
thought about the emptiness it beheld… just a vast expanse of vacancy, and how
it in some ways resembled his own life. Besides Dru, he had spent a large
quantity of his life alone. His parents had died, when he was young, so he
learned to be independent earlier than normal. Death, sickness and pain
was not a rare occurrence in his life, hence he had distanced himself from ties
and attachments. And specifically, from love. Once,
he’d given in to love, or so he thought it was, but like everyone else who
meant something in his life, opening his heart to someone eventually led to
pain. After that ordeal, he’d sworn never again, to let anyone else
in. Buffy though, was creeping and sneaking her way into his heart, even
though he tried his hardest to resist and expel her from his mind and soul. Sitting
in the car, Buffy plagued his thoughts. He reminisced, on how her lips
felt when they touched his. The way his body ached at her touch.
The way his lips would curl just slightly upwards at her site. Sighing,
he cursed himself, started up the engine and had headed for the Preston
Hotel. Now,
standing in the lobby, he cursed himself again, as the elevator doors opened,
and he entered. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Failing
to reach Willow for the past 30 minutes, Buffy gave up the quest. She
shimmied out of the robe she had adorned, and wiggled her way into her
nightgown. She looked at herself in the mirror and chuckled at the
site. “Seductive,” she laughed. She remembered buying it at
Victoria’s Secret a few weeks ago. It was one of the many sexy attire she
acquired in an attempt to spice up the love life Riley and her were lacking.
Out of the blue, she subconsciously wondered if Angel would like it, then
berated herself for the thought. He was all she could think about at the
moment. Buffy
sucked in a weary breath when a knock came at the door. She went still
with panic, then relaxed. Walking to the door, she wondered if Oz would
be with Willow, or would she open the door to find her best friend solo.
“I tried to call….” Her hands went to the doorknob. It turned “…you
tonight”, and the door slowly creped open as she pulled. “ But you didn’t
ans….” Her
words died out, and her eyes went wide at the sight before her.
“Angel”. The
‘tap’ ‘tap’ of the dripping bathroom faucet slowly faded, as the world around
her became still, the silence consuming. All she heard was the sound of his
voice, her name echoing through her ear. “Buffy” The
beating of her heart reverberated rapidly throughout the quiet room, the rise
of her chest increasing second by second. She stood there, unable to find
words, looking up into to depths of his dark penetrating eyes. “Buffy,”
he repeated, in little more than a murmur, his voice fading away altogether as
he let his gaze roam over her face, and she did not protest when he crossed the
threshold and entered the small hotel room. He walked past her, but she
did not move. She remained with her hand on the doorknob, her back to
him, her head bowed. She waited for him to speak. To say something
that would calm her nerves, to slow the rapid beating of her heart that
threatened to jump straight from her chest. But he
remained silent. Taking
a deep breath, she closed the door and turned to face him. “What are you
doing her…” Her words died away, and her breath was thick in her throat at the
taut, harsh expression on his face. “Angel! Don’t” Her
ignored her, in two swift graceful steps he stood inches from her, and drew her
tightly against him, swooping down to cover her lips with his, his hand tight
on her back, his mouth harsh and plundering. He had clearly known, that she
would fight him. Try to resist, hence he had ravished her, leaving no room for
maneuver. He held her tight, his hands caressing every curve of her tiny form,
until they reached the side of her face. Needing to take a breath, his
lips left hers, and she sighed, resting her head into his chest. “Why –
why did you do that?” she asked her body still, her mind in a drug like state. “I
wanted to see if what I felt when I kissed you earlier had been a fluke.
Something that had been manufactured by the moment” Buffy lifted her head from
his chest to meet his eyes. His dark eyes bored into hers holding her gaze
with such ease. “It was no fluke Buffy. There is something between us,
and I know you feel it too” She
pushed away from him, averting her eyes to his stare. “Nothing. I’m
flattered. Really I am, but whatever you think you feel, it’s just
you. I don’t feel anything for you. There is nothing between us.
It’s all in your head.” Her eyes flew to his, and she quickly regretted
it. Her breathing suddenly became difficult, and she turned her back to
him. “Leave please. I need you to leave” “Buffy”
She turned
around to lash out at him, and found him inches from her. “Now look
Angel,” she began heatedly, no longer weak either from her freight or his
nearness. “I am
looking Buffy. I’ve been looking since the first day I set eyes on you,
and I can remain here and continue to look for days to come.” His dark eyes
found the length of her neck, where a pulse beat frantically, in time to the
rhythm of her heart. It traveled down her creamy shoulders and moved over
the beautiful mounds of her breast, where the lacy top to her nightgown, only
added to his arousal and desire. “I want you,” he commented softly. “You -
you just think you wa - want me, b - but you don’t,” her voice trembled. He
shook his head, his eyes claiming hers, a fire raging out of control in their
secret depths. “But I do Buffy,” he murmured, his gaze moving to the rise and
fall of her breast, and then back to her face. “ I’ve never been so sure of
anything in my life” She
wanted to tell him that she didn’t feel the same way, that she had no desire
for him, but her mouth became dry and words were beyond her. He had come
in to her room, and she had been ready to kick him out, if only to save herself
from her own actions, but now… now it was too late. She waited too long.
Now, she couldn’t tell him to leave even if she wanted to. She looked at
him then. He was sensual and arousing, his eyes compelling, his whole
demeanor dominating her mind, taking her breath with it. She wetted her lips
with the end of her tongue in an attempt to cool her passion, and she saw his
eyes follow the movement hungrily, his fingertips moving to trace the same path
along her lip. “Angel.
Please. I can’t do this. I – I” “Shhh,”
he touched her cheek, caressed the silky softness there, moved to the delicate
line of her chin, slowly moving down to stroke the slender length of her neck.
A smile creped it’s way onto his lips as he followed the movements of his
fingers as it explored her features. His
hand continued to move downward until they lingered on the curve of her
breast. He claimed it possessively, and heard her gasp in reaction. “Angel.
Please. Rile – I have a…” She was lost in fervor, her body his to explore
and concur. “Boyfriend?”
his hands trailing carousingly across the tips of her breast. “That you love?”
he added. He lifted his head and looked at her with a strange twisted smile,
before tenderly, gently, kissing one corner of her mouth, then the other.
Her lips opened and parted to taste his, and it sent a current through him that
made him tremble with ardor slightly. His mouth was possessive now, his tongue
probing deeply, and she welcomed it with no resistance. He sucked gently,
nibbling her softness until she felt weak, and feverish. Then his lips
descended and traveled to her throat and shoulders. They burned a path
that made her gasp, as she flung her head backwards, welcoming whatever
onslaught he had next. She
waited and when she felt his lips leave her flesh, her heart dropped. She
lifted her head, and saw him looking at her intently. “Your
reaction to my kisses, my touch, is not one of a woman in love with another
man,” he stated firmly. “He may love you, but I know for a fact, that you
do not love him” Buffy
looked at him and said nothing. What was she to say? He spoke the
truth, and she lacked the strength to lie to him. His
hands reached up, to brush a strand of hair from her face, touching the curve
of her ear. “I want to kiss you again, and when I do, this time, I won’t be
able to stop,” he told her as warning, his voice serious. “Kiss
me,” she whispered, not even recognizing her own voice. Before
her words left her, Angel’s mouth was forcibly claiming hers. His tongue
outlined her lips, and slowly pried them open and entered her
mouth. She let out a small whimpering gasp, as she felt his heat,
his strength and his arousal. At that moment, a tiny voice inside her head
screamed at her to push him away and run, but it was suddenly deafened by the
louder more dominant voice in her head, that told her stay and indulge in his closeness.
God he felt so good Angel
took control, twining their tongues together while he explored the sensitive
insides of her mouth. He could feel her body tremble as she clung to him.
When he released her, he caught her face between his hands and kissed her again
with a feverish passion. He buried his hands in the mass of her blond hair, and
his desire grew fierce, and uncontrollable as he sought out her breast, and its
ripe buds. His
kisses deepened, as his hands explored, finding their way to her shoulders,
moving to slide away the lacy top of her night gown, letting the straps fall
down the smooth skin of her arms, exposing her pink-tipped loveliness. Taking a
breath and removing his lips from hers, he moved his eyes over her as she stood
spellbound naked from the waist up, the nightgown clutching to her hips. “You’re
beautiful,” he told her, before claiming her lips yet again. This time,
the gentleness was gone, only a fierce demand, a need to show them both that
this was what they wanted, what they hungered for. His teeth gently
biting her upper lip, the pleasure pain sent a fervor of delight through her
entire body. She trembled slightly, as he nibbled harder on her lip,
before plunging his tongue down her throat, demandingly. Her
legs gave way beneath her, but she did not fall. Angel swung her up into
his arms and carried her to the bed. He rested her on the bed, slowly, their
mouths still fused together, tasting her, taking her, feeling the current move
from him to her as he kissed her again and again. While
he explored and ravished her upper lips, the inside of her mouth with his
tongue, his hands caressed the length of her body. Buffy’s breathing
became erratic as Angel slightly grazed the sides of her breast with his thumb,
and gasped as his lips joined in on the action. She could feel her breast
rise and harden with passion. He
pulled the nightgown lower, shoving it down the length of her legs, until it
fell to the floor in a pile. She lay completely naked under him; save her
pink-laced underwear that was a matching set to the nightgown she had worn. Buffy
felt as if an electric current ran through her body, as the sensation
overwhelmed her. Tiny pinpricks of pleasure sending her mind reeling in a
blitz of emotions. She moaned in pleasure, and arched up into him,
wanting more and receiving it as he nibbled and sucked, nibbled and
sucked. Her head flew back as Angel nibbled and went from one breast to
the next, lapping at them with his tongue. He
rose and removed his clothing, removing the remainder of her clothes as well.
She watched him in delight, enjoying the sight, absorbing everything about
him. His body was like that of a Greek god. Long and lean, with
tightly pulled muscles. He stomach was flat and rippled, and lacking any
sort of chest hair. His manhood was large and throbbing, and she yearned
to have him touching her body. She lifted her self up, grabbed his
shoulders and fell back on the bed, taking Angel with her, welcoming his weight
upon her. |
