DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Never have, never will. It belongs to the Almight Joss Whedon. Although, I'd like to have a timeshare thing with Angelus and Spike, but what can I do? * * *
Angelus walked briskly, unaware of where he was, just walking. Kill something boy. Stop thinking of her. He was so unaware, he ran over someone.
All he saw was the back of her head. She was small, blonde, probably in highschool, and, judging by the way she held herself, she probably had low self-esteem. Perfect. "I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. Let me help you up." Without waiting for a reply, Angelus wrapped his hands around her waist and hoisted her up as if she were nothing, despite her cries of protest. For it had been such a collision, she had fallen flat on her stomach, seeing as he had knocked her over from behind.
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Buffy felt her slayer sense calling to her, when someone literally bumped into her from behind. What a creep...or vampire. Oh shit, a vampire is picking me up and I'm not doing anything! It took a second for the thought to process in her mind before yelping, "Put me down you ugly, hairy oaf thing!! I can help myself up!" She dusted herself off and turned to see her opponent, but instead saw Angelus, staring up at the stars.
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It had only taken a minute for Angelus to become distracted. He started to look curiously at the sky. The moon was brighter than anything else in the sky tonight, and radiated a fair amount of light. It's almost as bright as Buffy--no, I won't go down that road again. You have a prime kill, this is no time to think of her. He forced himself to replace thoughts of beauty with thoughts of blissful nothing.
Finally, Angelus turned to look at his victim, but instead saw himself face to face with Buffy. Well, almost face to face.
Angelus and Buffy stared at each other awkwardly. "Uh....." Angelus started, but stopped himself. "So h-how are you?" Buffy asked a little lamely. "Good, I'm good. And you?" He answered a little too quickly. She laughed nervously. "Same here....yeah."
"So....." Buffy sighed and said, "Look, Angelus, I can't pretend what happened last night was nothing. You were drunk, I understand. But I...I just want to know where this is going."
"It was nothing, Slayer. You were a great fuck. And if you want to go at it again, hey, I'm all for it. But I can ignore it as easily as you can care about it. And that's because you fooled around with love, but I have no heart to love with. And that's the way it is from now on." That's the way is has to be. He added silently.
"How can you say that?" Was the only thing that Buffy could get out. Unbidden tears threatened to fall. Buffy looked down at the empty sidewalk. She didn't bother to push away her hair as it fell in her face. And suddenly, the night seemed colder.
Don't hurt her you fool. Say something nice. Compliment her. Tell her you love the way the moonlight illuminates her face and makes her eyes sparkle. Tell her you love her. Angelus thought to his discontent.
Buffy turned away, and held back the turmoil of emotions she was feeling. "I'm sorry for bothering you." She said coolly. Angelus spun her around to face him and almost forcefully engaged them into a passionate kiss. Still kissing her, he began to unbutton her blouse.
She was about to give in and start helping him, when memories of Angel flashed through her mind. And then she thought about what he would think of her if he discovered a demon had used her, and she felt dirty. Buffy's hands moved to his, she pulled them away and ducked out of the kiss. "I don't want you." She enunciated the words clearly and punctuated them forcefully.
Angelus started to laugh. "You don't want me?" Buffy gasped as he shoved his hand into her panties and felt her hot core. "Oh yeah, lover. You're all hot and wet with notwanting." He then brutally ripped open the rest of her shirt, causing the buttons to pop and scatter. "It's never good to lie lover."
Buffy figured it wasn't going to do anymore good to protest, so she unbuckled her black, lace bra and her breasts languidly fell out. One hand firmly around her back, she sank to the ground so they ended up with him on top and her on bottom. As he cupped and caressed one breast, she struggled to unbutton his shirt.
She whimpered and felt herself grow wetter between her thighs. Finally, she raked her fingernails down his bare back, causing him to hiss in pleasure, and he began to suck, lick, and nibble on her nipples equally until they hurt.
"Spread your legs babe." Buffy willingly obliged. She pulled down her matching panties and flung the flimsy material aside as Angelus pulled his zipper down and tugged off his leather pants. Dipping down once again, he ran is cock down her wet cleft, her skirt riding up conviently, enjoying the moans of pleasure she gave. Holding her hips in place, Angelus thrust his hard cock into her tight passage.
He grunted in lust, feeling her heart nearly singe his cold, throbbing flesh. Her muscles clenched around him, holding his cock inside her, and his eyes nearly crossed at the sensations flooding him. Angelus thrust harder, driving towards her core.
As her muscles relaxed slightly, Angelus began to pound into her, thrusting hard, his fingers digging deeply into her soft flesh. Buffy moaned and whimpered and thrust back against him, driving him deeper. She pulled up clumps of grass as the tension inside her grew and perspiration began to drip from her body. Her tight heat was driving him insane.
Feeling his release grow near, he slid one hand in between Buffy's legs and began to rub her clit. Mewling in pleasure, she bucked against Angelus' fingers. He pinched her clit and she yelled, her climax seizing her and sending her into quakes of pleasure.
Growling, Angelus thrust hard and yanked her against him as his own orgasm hit, flooding her with his dead seed. He pulled out of her and stood up, starting to dress as if nothing had happened.
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Angelus looked back at the cold, scared, half-naked girl curled up on the ground. He resisted the urge to take her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay. Was that what he'd reduced her to after only two fucks and a few hateful words? You feel bad, don't you boy? Guilty even? He mentally hit himself for thinking that. No, no, no!! Shut up!! I am a demon, I have no conscience. I never will again! He could almost see the annoying voice in his head smile. That's what we call a Freudian Slip. I said nothing of a conscience. Angelus grumbled as he headed off, possibly to torture something or someone slowly.
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Buffy lay cold on the ground, not even moving to get dressed. You're pathetic, you know that? What kind of Slayer are you? Lying helplessly on the ground. I'm sure all of the vamps that pass are going to take pity on you and leave you alone. A few tears slid down her confused face. The nagging, disgusted voice in her head was right. She was pathetic. She wasn't the brave heroine everyone thought her to be. She was absolutely and utterly pathetic. What have I done, what have I gotten myself into?
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RATING: Well it's G.....Ha!! Got you for a second!! NC-17
AUTHOR: Carrie. FEEDBACK!
DEDICATION: To Rachel, because she sent me feedback.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: The three little astericks mean I changed POV.
SUMMARY: It's the night after St. Patrick's Day. Buffy and Angelus talk. Then they fuck like the wild bunnies they are. Sequel to The St. Patrick's Day of a Lifetime.
Buffy walked down the sidewalk, on an unusually cold night for Southern California. For a Hellmouth. For anywhere. She thought as she unconsciously pulled her leather jacket tighter and wrapped her arms around herself. Walk faster. Go home. Even you don't need to be out tonight. Buffy told herself disgustedly. She quickened her pace and headed for home.