first2

The First Series
First 2:Angel’s Honor
          By : Lady Sirona lsirona@pacbell.net,
          Rated NC17 [Buffy/Angel] M/F consensual sex, oral and anal sex, blood
          play, BDSM, roleplay
          Spoilers: Up to Bad Eggs then the universe splits off from there

Angel's Honor
Willow and Buffy were sitting at the table in the library. They had a free period, and they really didn't have anything to do. They were talking about Angel. Buffy hadn't seen him in days. Buffy was scared. They had mad passionate love when they needed to end her virginity to save her life. But since then, she hadn’t seen him and it bothered her. Why hadn’t he been around afterwards?
Willow looked at Buffy. "Are you sure he's home? I mean, it's 11am. If he is...home...then he would be...home." Willow stuttered out. She had enjoyed the blow by blow description of what had occurred between the Slayer and her dark and handsome vampire. It broke Willow’s heart to see Buffy so upset about him not being around
"He must be, Will," Buffy said with a quiet frantic need to see her lover.
"Why do you think he's avoiding you? I mean, things went well for you didn't they? How did he seem after?" Willow was curious. It didn’t seem like Angel’s style to fuck and run.
"I'm sure he's alive. He just hasn't been seen or heard from since. He was the same as always, if not extra nice and loving. He was sweet," Buffy said as she smiled, remembering their night together and the night after they killed the Demon…
"You know what? I think he's doing that brooding thing he does," Willow's face lit up as she thought she figured it out.
"But why? He has nothing to brood over," Buffy insisted.
"Well, go over there to him then. It's not like he can get away from you in the daytime."
"Yeah, but what if he doesn't want me to?"
"Buffy, he has 150 years to brood over. Maybe you triggered some memory he had. Buffy, Angel loves you. He's a brooding fool, but he loves you."
"Well, maybe. But I thought he'd tell me. I know he loves me. He said so."
"You know how he gets. Especially when he is feeling bad about himself."
"Yeah, you're right Willow. I think it's time to get some answers. Whether I want to hear them or not."
"Go to him, Buffy. Pull him out of his shell. I think it's a good Idea."
"I think I'll do that, Will," Buffy said as she got up and walked to the doors of the library.

Buffy hesitantly walked up to the door of Angel's apartment. *What if he doesn't want to see me right now? What if he's mad at me? * She finally worked up the courage and knocked hard on his door. She could hear something through the door and realized she could hear music playing inside. No words, just music. It was endlessly sad. No answer to her knock… not a sound except for the music.
"Angel! Come on Angel, open the door!" She knocked even harder. "Damnit Angel, if you don't open the door, I'll kick it down and come in anyway!" she yelled through the door. Anger flowed within her. How dare he lock her out after what they shared?
The door opened slowly. She didn‘t see him, but he tended to hide behind the door when he answered the door in the mornings. She glanced into the room, the room was dark, and the only light came from some candles he had lit and scattered around the room. In fact, they were the same ones he had burning while he had made love to her that night. Buffy let out a long sigh as she walked into the room slowly. She blinked in the dim light, trying to make out the room and find him hiding in the shadows.
"Angel, what the hell is going on Angel?" she demanded in frustration. This wasn’t his style. He didn't respond. She turned around to see him for the first time in days. He looked like hell. His hair was mussed and it looked like he hadn't slept in days. He was even paler than usual, with dark circles under his eyes. *Oh shit* She thought as she frowned at him and walked over to him.
He turned and walked into his room slowly and sat down on the bed lazily. Buffy followed him and stood in the center of the room at a loss as to what to do. He looked up at her and she saw his eyes were full of absolute agony. She shut her eyes. She couldn't stand seeing him in so much pain. She sighed and walked out of the room into the kitchen area to gather herself. Angel just sat on the bed hanging his head.
Buffy walked into the kitchen totally lost as to the source of his agony. She grabbed a bag of blood out of his refrigerator and heated it up slowly in the microwave in a bowl. *What the hell is wrong with him? Was it something I did? * She calmed her fears in the act of caring for him… he obviously was so badly upset that he was off his feed.
Angel could smell the blood. *What was she doing? *
Buffy tested the heat of the blood by sticking her finger in it, and poured it into a cup. She walked back to his room slowly carrying her offering. Angel's eyes were on Buffy as she walked into the room trying to figure out what she was doing.
Buffy handed the cup to him. "Drink, then have a shower and we'll talk, OK?" she said in a gentle voice. He was hurting too much to add to it. Whatever was bothering him was eating him alive. She sat on the bed next to him wondering if he would drink it. He usually was so shy about drinking blood. She realized that she actually had never seen him drink any blood.
In amazement, she watched as he took the glass from her and drank down the blood without even transforming. He emptied the glass in one swallow and then looked at her with agonized eyes. She had just watched in amazement; he had never fed in front of her before…. He sighed and then got up like it was the hardest thing in the world to do, and walked to the bathroom to shower. She stared after his hunched shoulders as he disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. *Man, what ever is wrong must be big. I guess slow and gentle is the plan here. He's like a beaten puppy with those eyes, * she thought. His pain was almost palpable in the air.
Buffy looked around the apartment. It was a complete mess, and she decided to start to clean it up. She was dumbfounded when she found pictures of her from everywhere-scattered helter skelter about bed. Many were of her from school in Sunnydale, a few from Hemery.   She stared at them confused. He had been sitting in the candlelight, listening to beautiful, sad music, while staring at photos of her?
She smiled at the photos remembering how long he had said he had been with her. *What was going on here? * She picked up the photos and put them in a pile on the table. Another pile of papers turned out to be sketches made by him of her. Many obviously sketched when she was asleep. She picked up the sketches to look through on the bed. She smiled thinking about the sketches. She loved his talent. It made her feel loved and warm that he sat and sketched her so many nights.
On the bed were two books. One appeared to be a Bible in Gaelic, with cloth and gloves next to it obviously to allow the vampire to handle the item. Another book was apparently also written in Gaelic. She flipped through the book, not knowing what it was. There were papers and bookmarks in the book. Obviously he had been studying it extensively.
Then she saw a paper. It looked legal and official. She realized that it was a will, making her the beneficiary of his Will and Estate. Her smile faded a little at seeing that. She shook off the bad vibes. The thought of him dying before her terrified him. The date on it was the day before they had made love. He had actually expected to die. She took a deep breath and decided she would be there for Angel. He had always been there for her. He obviously needed her love now.
Angel walked out of the bathroom wearing just black sweat pants. He looked at Buffy sheepishly. He seemed shy when he saw her looking through his things. He stood almost as if afraid and ready to bolt like a frightened stag.
Buffy smiled at him and sat down on his bed. She motioned for him to sit in front of her on the bed in an easy manner. "Sit down, I'm not going to do anything Angel, just comb your hair," she assured him in a quiet voice as she held up the comb for him to see.
He walked over to her and sat down in front of her on the bed. He seemed very shy, almost as though he was afraid to touch her. He leaned forward so she could reach his hair. Angel needed her now. She continued to talk to him. "Maybe if I'm extra lucky I can get a purr out of you."
Angel looked up at her startled. Buffy moved a little on the bed and hit a small box. He saw her reach to open the box and moved to stop her, but he was too late. “Angel, relax. It's OK." She said as she looked into the box. It was an engagement ring. She gasped and closed the box quickly. She knew that now was not the time to talk about it, but her fear that he didn’t want her was gone. He obviously wanted her very much and it was ripping him apart.
She leaned forward and started to comb his luxurious his hair as if nothing had happened. He continued to lean forward allowing her to comb his hair. He hid his eyes from her as he continued to move closer to her. He was almost in her lap, a silent plea to be held.
Buffy continued to comb his hair silently. She loved the feel of him; the contact was soothing to her as well as him. She finished and just sat there running her hands through his hair. She leaned forward and kissed his head without thinking. He leaned into her more with the contact as she wrapped her arms around him tightly as if she would never let go. He continued to lean into her until they were eventually laying on the bed holding one another. He never said a word.
Buffy shut her eyes and buried her face into his neck. She ran her hands up and down his back with a gentle touch and slight swirls of the fingers. Angel moaned at her touch. He craved it so much. Needed to feel her soft and gentle touch. He needed HER.
*What's going on here? I know I said slowly, but I'm going to need a crowbar to pry information out of him tonight. * She turned her head and kissed his neck. "Angel?" He looked at her with wide eyes as he traced the outline of her face tenderly. She smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. He rubbed into it like a big cat seeking affection. "You going to give me a purr?" she asked in a soft whisper. She didn't want to scare him off.
Angel grabbed her and pulled her into him tightly. "Oh God, Buffy..." He hid his face in her neck. Buffy held him close and rubbed his back for him. She could sense his need for her. She could feel his tears begin to drop on her skin. *Oh man. * "Angel," she whispered softly. He nuzzled into her trying to hide his face. "Honey, what's wrong?"
He looked up at her. His eyes were filled with blood stained tears. "I'm sorry, Buffy," he choked out. He couldn’t seem to go any farther. His words locked and he lost his thoughts.
Buffy ran a finger under his eye to clear the tears. "It's OK. You can tell me." She had seen him angry, pensive and brooding. But this distraught Angel broke her heart.
He snuggled back into her arms hating himself for his need of her. "I am so sorry Buffy… I wanted your first time… to be special. To be with your life partner… Not forced to be with a demon that can't do the honorable thing…. I wanted it to be with someone… who…. Deserved you."
"What do you mean, Angel? It was good. It was perfect. And besides, you're the man I love. I can't think of loving anyone, or making love to anyone else." She continued to rub his back and occasionally kiss his fore head.
"Buffy, I dishonored you, and I’m not worthy to make it better." He rolled away from her, hiding his eyes.
Buffy gazed after him in confusion. *What the hell? * "What do you mean, Angel? We love each other. There's nothing wrong with that." She was confused.
"I remember how you said that you wanted to wait until your wedding night." The self-loathing was hard and cold in his voice. She cringed internally at the hatred he was piling on himself.
"Things change, Angel. I changed. We would have made love sooner or later." She reached out and stroked his hair gently. “ I wanted to make love to you so bad my teeth hurt…”
He looked up at her, startled. "You wanted to... you wanted to make love to me?" He seemed like it was beyond his ability to think as a possibility.
She smiled at him. "I always wanted to. I never said anything because I thought I knew how you'd react with the whole age thing."
"Oh. You mean because I'm 229 years older than you?" self loathing filled the cracks between he sarcastic humor of the joke
"Yeah." She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed her back with a tinge of desperation. He kissed her deeply and hungrily.
"You wanted to make love to me anyway?" he said with disbelief, like he was wrapping his mind around a foreign idea.
She smiled as she looked into his eyes. "Yes, I did." She opened her soul and let him see her love and passion for him.
"I wanted to make love to you the first moment I saw you. I never dreamed you would even speak to me," he said as he stroked her soft skin of her face… He smiled at her like a child who had been offered a treat but expected someone to take it away
Buffy kissed him again with all the love in her soul for him. Angel grabbed onto it like a man would a life preserver if he was drowning Buffy could feel her usually unflappable vampire lover, so in need of her it scared her. Buffy slid a hand onto his chest, knowing that there was more wrong, but letting him get to it on his one time… now he started she knew it wouldn’t take long.
It didn’t. "Buffy, I'm a man locked in my own time. I was raised in the mid 18th century." He started slowly. Buffy had no idea where he was going, but she was just happy being close to him, so she snuggled into him and listened. "You don't treat a woman like I treated you…."
Buffy reached up and cupped his cheek. "I've done the math, Angel. What are you trying to get to? You treated me wonderfully…"
"Buffy, when you take a woman's virginity, you do the honorable thing, if you are a responsible man. You don't make love and just leave."
He was so cute in his ideas she had to kiss him. It would be darling if it wasn’t causing him such distress. Buffy arched her neck and kissed his. "Angel, I'm 16. I'm not able to get married without people raising some eyebrows. And you didn't leave, I did, I had to go home for my mom’s trip was ending." she said with a small smile as she nuzzled into his neck.
"Huh? Sixteen is a valid marriage age... whoops, wrong era." Buffy giggled at his slip up, he really was having a problem here. "Buffy, I know I don't deserve you, but I love you so much."
Buffy kissed his throat again, loving the feel of him. "I know Angel. I love you too. You do know that don't you?" She looked up at him with her large eyes.
Angel nodded. "I don't know why. But I thank God you do."
"Good. Does that make you feel better?" She thought for a moment. "Or is something else on your mind?" She sat up to look at him as she remembered the book and the Bible. She looked into his eyes waiting for an answer.
"Buffy, I love you. I want to do right by you. And I don't think I'm good enough for you to do that." He looked sheepishly at her. "I love you so much and I want the best for you." He sighed and tried to roll away but se stopped him with a grip.
"Angel, I love you. And I don't care if you're good for me or not." He looked up at her. "And I think you are best man for me. You'll keep me alive a lot longer," she continued with a small sad smile.
"But Buffy, I can't give you a normal life. I can't walk in the sun; I can't give you children. I want all those things for you. If you throw your life away on me, you'll never have those things." The self-loathing was back.
"Well, I never really wanted kids. And as for the sun, I'm a slayer. It's not like I'll see a lot of it." She gave him a small sad smile. "If I didn't have you, it wouldn't be much of a life," she said in a whisper as she kissed him.
Angel was a little shocked. "You never wanted kids?" Somehow he always pictured Buffy with Children when she got older. Children he could never give her. Children with her eyes and laugh who he could never watch play in the sun.
She shook her head. "I had a rough childhood and me being a Slayer wouldn't be conducive to me being a good mother, Angel."
Angel laughed and though about what she had said about not having a good life without him. "Buffy, I know how I feel, but how do you feel about the fact you will age and I will not? When I look like this and you're sixty? If you keep me, you'll eventually be the scandal of the town, as an old lady with a kept younger man."
Buffy laughed at the imagery of that. "Angel, I don't even know if I'll be 60. But I do know that I'd love you if I was 160. You can be my boytoy," she giggled. She ran her nails down his body and tried to imagine what it would be like to be 70 with Angel in her bed. Weird but worst things could happen.
Angel laughed. "I can be a good boytoy. I love you Buffy. When you're old enough, will you marry me?" He stared at her in shock… and she realized he spoke a thought, and hadn’t planned to say that out loud.
Buffy looked at him with a big smile. "Of course I will. Did you really think I could say no?" Her heart swelled in pleasure. She had always wanted him that way… but never let herself even dream he wanted it also.
Angel nodded. "I thought you would see the mistake you made and hate me." She was amazed he thought that way but then remembered what he had told Giles about being willing to risk her hating him for the rest of his life. He had been thinking this way for a long while…
"That's why you were hesitant about it? Making love to me…thinking that I'd regret it?"
Angel nodded. "I thought you would hate me for taking your virginity." She pushed him onto his back and laid her head on his chest. "I was so afraid you would resent it… God, you feel so good."
"Angel, trust me. You're the only one that would have ever taken it. I don’t ever want anyone else"
The thought of any other man touching her made her skin crawl…
"I was so afraid," he admitted. She looked at him. She liked the fact he was talking to her, and opening his soul. He had gone form Cryptic Guy to baring his soul and she loved it.
"I love you. And that's not going to stop. Ever." He smiled at her.
She lazily ran her fingers in circles on his chest. "Angel?"
"Yes, love?" He laid there with her in his arms reveling in the feeling of being able to call her that. It was so fantastic. “Go on.”
"I have two questions." She hid her face in his chest as he told her to go on. "First, did we really just get engaged? And second, what was that other book?"
Be smiled down on her. "Yes, we just got engaged. The other book is an old book on the care and maintenance of the family." He looked down at her on his chest. He couldn’t believe she wanted to marry him. It made him so happy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy.
She let out a small giggle. "In Gaelic?"
"Well, it *is* my native tongue." He chuckled with her. He wondered if he should teach it to her. Would she want to learn it?
"Ahh." She was almost dozing on his chest, but she just loved listening to him. "And the Bible?"
"I was reading passages related to relationships between men and women. I know it's different, my being a vampire. But I *was* raised Irish Roman Catholic..." Buffy nodded into his chest. "I love feeling you in my arms."
Buffy smiled. "I love being here. It's where I belong. Willow's going to freak," she chuckled.
"Why would Willow freak?" he asked. He was used to her rapid subject changes when she spoke her flow of consciousness.
"At us. Being engaged. She'll be on cloud nine for weeks." Buffy closed her eye and relaxed into his embrace. Willow would be so happy for her.
Angel laughed. "When do I ask permission of your father?"
Buffy yawned and snuggled into Angel more. "You don't," she said in a serious tone. She really didn't want to see her father's reaction to this. He always freaked out when she went on dates, let alone getting *married* to a guy much older than her. “Let’s wait until I am older and we make the engagement official”
Angel laughed and held onto her gently as they both fell asleep.

Angel woke up to find Buffy asleep in his arms. He soft breath was tickling his skin and her hair gently stroked his flesh.   His erection was hard and demanding some serious attention. For the first time in his life with Buffy he felt comfortable touching her. He needed to touch her, to claim her again.
He ran his hands over her body possessively. He couldn't believe his fortune, she had agreed to be his woman. He slid his hand up her thigh slowly and under her skirt. Buffy mumbled in her sleep and snuggled into him closer while opening her legs to give his wandering hand better access. Angel laughed to him silently. She was so responsive to him, even in her sleep. He continued to stroke her thigh gently and occasionally brushed her panties gently. Her scent drifted up adding to his hardness problem.
Buffy woke up, feeling hot and aroused for some reason. She mumbled sleepily and lifted her head to look at Angel. He was holding her tightly as he stroked her body. Her dream of him had been real.
"Waking sleepy head?" he asked before giving her a passionate kiss. He slid his hand under her panties and pulled them off. He tossed them onto the floor beside the bed. He smiled at the dampness they contained.
Buffy kissed him back and moaned into his mouth as he removed her panties. "Morning. You're full of life today," she said. Breaking off the kiss she moaned as her body came alive under his touch.
"You are my life," he replied with an affectionate smile. “ And yes, I plan to fill YOU.”
She smiled back at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "I love you."
Angel slid his finger gently and deeply into her core. She was already moist to almost sopping. Buffy groaned and hid her face in his neck to smother her whimpers. The sensations he invoked with his touch were so far beyond anything that she felt when she touched herself. She clenched around his finger involuntarily. "Oh, God Buffy..."
Angel rolled over and slid his pants off, freeing himself. He pulled her back to him gently. She came up against him willingly. Buffy looked up at him, smiling. "Do you want me to, you know?"
"What baby?" he asked her in a whisper. Felling her in his arms while nude was making thought very difficult
Buffy blushed. Angel couldn't believe she was still shy, it was so endearing to him. "Do you want me to...pleasure you?" He could see her desire and fear at the thought in her eyes.
"No, I want to pleasure you," he said in a deep growl. He rolled her over and spread her legs gently. Buffy ducked her head. She could feel herself getting wetter at his growl and look he gave her. His growls and purrs turned her on more than she ever thought possible.
Angel positioned him over her and kissed her deeply as he slid slowly inside her core. "Oh, God Buffy, you are so tight." He slid in as deep as he could get. Buffy whimpered, still slightly tender, but loving the feel of him filling her. "Am I hurting you baby?" he asked.
"Not that bad. Just a bit. Still new to this." She looked up into his eyes.
He moaned deep in his chest and started to thrust into her, making love to her and kissing her. Buffy kissed his shoulder and clenched her muscles around him, seeing if he liked it. Angel continued to slide in and out of her and moaned in response to the hard clenching of her muscles. Buffy smiled at him. He was so responsive to her every move. "I never did get that purr out of you last night," she said in the husky voice she knew that he loved so much.
Angel growled and leaned down next to her ear and purred as he continued his rhythmic thrusting. "Come for me, baby," he said sensually. He began to thrust harder and held onto her hips.
Buffy thrust back, crying as his purr melted her insides. "Angel, I can't. Please, I need..." her voice broke off. Awash in sensation she couldn’t form a coherent thought.
Angel continued to thrust hard and purred as he felt her near her climax as he body pulsed around him. "Yes you can, baby. You're almost there," he reassured her softly. “Give it to me baby, let go”
Buffy felt him hammering at her insides and couldn't hold back. She wrapped her arms around him and screamed his name as she climaxed. She dug her nails into his shoulders, breaking the skin. She threw her head back, baring her throat to him as Angel sank his fangs into her neck and joined her in climax as her blood hit his tongue and he gave one final thrust. He collapsed hard on her his passion spent.
Buffy felt him filling her with his juices, and gave her own small purr. She loved it when he fed from her. She never thought having a vampire feed from her would be such an erotic experience. But it was especially when it was Angel. Probably only when it was Angel. She held him close to her, loving every minute of this.
"Oh, God Buffy. I love you." He snuggled into her arms. She loved him, gave him her heart body and soul… and the Slayer trusted him enough to gibe him her blood. He was content and loved.
Buffy ran her hands into his hair, ruffling it. "I love you too, Angel. Forever." She loved the feeling of him between her legs and inside of her.
Angel looked down at her and then noticed the clothes she still wore and laughed. "I love you forever too."
Buffy squirmed and giggled under him. "Angel, you're heavy."
Angel rolled off of her slightly. "Then you be on top." He flopped her over onto him putting her on top, in the dominant position, still inside her. Buffy looked down at him, unsure. "It's OK Buffy. Rock, do what ever feels good to you."
Buffy felt him deeper inside her. "Angel, you're so far in me," she gasped. She started to slide back and back and exploded into pleasure. She could move whatever way it felt good….
"I am deep. I can feel you inside. You feel wonderful. " He pushed on her abdomen and felt the pressure on his cock imbedded inside of her.
Buffy was beginning to feel the power inherent her dominant position and rose up and sank back down slowly. He felt so good and she could control the speed and depth. It delighted her almost as much as the groan Angel did with her movement. Buffy let out her own groan and repeated her movements. She nearly took him all the way out, then thrusting back down hard delighting in the sensations.
Angel looked up into her eyes. She was so lovely pleasuring herself on him. Angel continued to groan as she thrust up and down on his rock hard cock. Damn, she was good at this. What would she be like with experience?
Buffy looked down at him and put her hands on his shoulders for support. She began to thrust harder and faster as she began to lose control and Angel laughed, and met her for every thrust. Buffy ducked her head down and bit his neck in a mock display of power. She expected him to like it but was unprepared for his unbridled response to her play of vampire passion.
Angel thrust up hard when she bit him, and he displayed his neck in a show of proper vampire submission. She began to suck hard on his neck, as if she was feeding off of him like he did to her. He flung his head back and thrust up harder. He was awash with incredible sensations, and he couldn't believe she was actually there with him.
Buffy licked the mark she left on his neck, and continued to slowly thrust on him. Angel moaned and thrust his neck up into her mouth. She slowly rotated her hips in a small circle before lifting up. She started to suck on his neck again, loving his taste. Angel growled and she noticed that his eyes had turned to gold. Buffy used all of her strength and slammed down on him.
"Oh, God Buffy..." He couldn't keep talking. Her powerful thrusts were overwhelming him. Buffy continued to increase the tempo, rising up and slamming back down on him hard. Angel could feel her nails break the skin on his shoulders. His fangs lengthened and ridges emerged at the smell of his own blood. He was so lost in the sensations that he didn't even notice the transformation.
Buffy looked at his face, slightly unsure of the response, but pleased with the power she had over him. Never had he been so relaxed with her he transformed without shame. She buried her head into his neck, not looking at him to let him be while she moved her hips up and down. Angel's head was back, the ridge on his face throwing shadows across his face. Buffy whimpered as her orgasm approached. She slightly rotated her hips while thrusting. She began to slow down a bit.
Angel was on the edge of his orgasm, but he couldn't tip over. He was riding the peak. Buffy clenched her muscles on him while she rotated and nibbled softly at his neck. "Ohhhh, Goooddd," he groaned as he felt her nibbling and thrusting at once. He was at the peak and couldn’t tip over and it was exquisite agony!
Buffy gathered all of her strength and sat up, thrusting down with all her might. Her head tipped back and she stared blindly at the ceiling. She gasped as she felt her orgasm about to hit. She was beginning to recognize the sensations of her orgasms.
Angel was trying desperately not to get aggressive. This was her time. He opened his eyes to watch as she pleasured herself on his body. Her body was covered with a fine sheen, and the sexual flush made her look exquisite. He looked at her as she came hard on him, the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. *I did this. I gave him this. Me and no one else. * He loved the fact she loved him and no one else!
Buffy sped up her thrusts and screamed as the orgasm hit her. She fell onto Angel's hard body and pressed herself against his chest. She loved the feel of him. She rested on him as the afterglow of the climax wore off. He bit his inner lip to give himself the blood he needed and joined her in her orgasm with a cry.
Angel let Buffy rest for a few minutes. She had really gotten into it. He could tell she was exhausted. "Buffy, I want you. I need you. I love you. Will you marry me?" He proposed again. He needed to hear her response again. His heart was in his throat. It was all on the edge now.
"Of course I will, Angel. I love you." Angel stared at her in surprise. "I love you silly. Do you think I could ever turn you down? Or that I would change my mind because I had a nap?"
Angel nodded shyly. "It won't be easy, but I want to be with you. I was afraid you wouldn't want to always be with me. I love you and I need you more than you can even imagine"
Buffy leaned up and kissed him. "I will never leave you. I'm here to stay, Angel. Nothing can take me away from you.” She smiled at him.
Angel still continued to look up at her in surprise. *She feels the same way? She wants me?* He couldn’t allow himself to believe it. it was too good to be true.
Buffy decided to let him come around on his own time. No need to rush him. He would eventually realize how much she cared about him. She stroked his chest as she snuggled up to him. He pulled her into him closer. He loved the feel of her in his arms. *Man, he's still so closed up.* He obviously wasn't going to come forward on his own any time soon. She had to convince him how much she loved him. "Angel, you do believe me don't you?"
Angel looked into her eyes. "I believe you. It's just that I think it's too good to be true. I always have the feeling that there is another shoe to drop. Something to tear away my happiness. If I'm too happy, it will all end. I have loved you and wanted you for so long from afar, I can't believe you feel anywhere near the same way." Buffy pulled away and sat up, looking down at him. "I don't believe that I can be that lucky," he continued.
Buffy was trying to be patient with him, but she was starting to get frustrated. "Angel, what is it going to take to convince you that I'm here to stay, and that you can be happy? What do I have to do?"
"Love me. Give me time. Let me get used to the fact that my love of you is returned." He looked up at her his eyes beseeching her for understanding. “I know it feels like I don’t trust you Buffy. I do. But the centuries have been long, and I am afraid to believe I can be happy after all that I have done. Give me time. Let me get used to it”
"I can do that I think. I'll try to." What he asked wasn’t hard… but at time felt impossible.
"Buffy, I love you. I need you. I want to be in your life as long as you'll have me. I belong to you mind, body, and soul." Buffy watched him, knowing that something big was coming. He was finally opening up and she loved it. "Give me time to accept the fact you that know that and accept it?"
"Of course I will. I would give you anything within my power to give you." She smiled.
"It will take a little while to override a hundreds years of loneliness and isolation. Buffy, I've gone decades without speaking to anyone. And a hundred years without touching anyone." Angel stared off into space as he remembered the time he spent after receiving his soul.
Buffy laid down beside him and snuggled into his arms. "That must have been so lonely. How could you bare it, Angel?" She couldn’t imagine going a day without touching someone. Her mother, Willow, him. To go a hundred years?
"I bared it because I had no choice, no option. There were many times that walking into the dawn seemed a good idea, though." His voice was low. Buffy could tell that it was hard for him to talk about that time in his life.
She moved tight against him. She rubbed into him, loving his feel. "God, no Angel. Please, don't ever say that.” She stroked him. She had always wondered why with all the guilt and pain he had when he received his soul back, why hadn’t he killed himself? She was glad he didn’t but she wondered. “Why didn't you though?"
"Why didn't I walk into the dawn?" he asked it was a fair question Sometimes he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t that first night himself.

"Yeah," she murmured, not able to say the words out loud.
"I was raised Irish Roman Catholic Buffy. Killing is a sin, but suicide is a cardinal sin. I have enough strikes against my soul without cementing my going to hell by committing suicide. I'm not in any rush to find out the reality or non-reality of the afterlife. I may find that I'm damned to hell for eternity for all the things I did. Eternity in Hell seems like it is a lot worse than what I experienced after I was cursed with my soul."
"Angel," she said in a soft whisper, "you won't go to hell." She couldn’t stand to think of him in Hell.
"Oh, Buffy, you don't know and I don't know. You're a Slayer for God's Sake. One of God’s Warriors of light. Your place in heaven is assured. You will never face what I do."
"Angel, I promise you. Your soul will be judged, not your body." She gave him a small smile. "Besides, I think you have the one excuse that will stand up in court. You were possessed by a demon. Who says you'll die anyway?" she said as she caressed his face.
"I'm a demon, a vampire. And I've wantonly killed for over one and a half centuries. Do the math on the balance of the soul on that one. I'm not saying I'll die. I'm just saying that I won't commit suicide. I thought about it often, even planned it. But I never acted on it." He had never told anyone this before. It seemed like he could tell her anything.
"Angel, honey, I'm glad. The thought of never having met you scares me more than anything." The thought that he may have done it a hundred years before he was born was horrifying.
"Buffy, to meet you I would do it all over again. Live every single thing over again, just to hold you like this." Buffy kept stroking his face, knowing how much he craved the contact. She was beginning to see why. A hundred years without contact. Mi God “I love it when you touch me. I could lay here for hours and just let you touch me. It's like when you lay in the grass and soak up the sun on a warm summer day."
"I could touch you for hours. I love your body, your face, everything about you," she whispered softly into his ear. She loved that he loved to be touched as much as she loved to touch him. Buffy tilted her head and kissed his jaw, encouraging him to talk. She settled back down against him. "Do you remember it? The sun, I mean?" she asked softly.
"The sun? Yes, I remember it. The warmth, the way it soaks into your body. The feeling of sweat on your back running down you back and drying as you plow the field behind the horses," he recalled, as he looked back on his life before he met Darla in the ally.
Buffy closed her eyes and envisioned Angel doing the things he was saying. She was still caressing his face, never breaking the contact. "You lived on a farm?"
"Yes, I was a potato farmer," he explained as he flashed a sly grin.
"Irish, Huh. Should have known. Always figured you for a noble though." She laughed at the idea of him plowing the fields.
"Why on earth…" he began, and then just laughed remembering her fascination with the noblewomen of his time, which came out last Holloween. "I worked property my father gave me. We made a reasonable existence." He stopped suddenly looked away, pained. The conversation obviously brought up a painful memory.
Buffy looked up at him. "Angel, don't torture yourself over the past." She moved up so that they were at eye level. She still didn't stop caressing his face. She knew that he needed it.
"I try not to. But when you have lived 243 years of hell, it is kind of hard. I remember before, but the loss of it makes it bittersweet."
Buffy suddenly realized what Angel had said a few minutes ago. She frowned and took a deep breath. "Angel, who was we?" *I probably don't want to know this.* But in a way she did. He was finally talking about his past, and she wanted to hear every thing, painful or not.
"We?" He tried to sound innocent as he damned himself for slipping up. He didn't want to hide anything from her anymore, though. He sighed.
"You said 'we' made a reasonable existence. Who was we?" she asked again. Her eyes were guarded and he didn’t look forward to hurting her. Somehow he knew this would hurt.
"Buffy, it was 1753. The average life span was only 40 years old. If you saw 40, you were an old man. I worked the land my father gave me...for a wedding present." He told her softly.
Buffy closed her eyes at the answer she had hoped not to hear. "You were married?" the rush of jealousy burning through her surprised her. She didn’t know why. It was normal for him to be married… then.
"Yes, I was married. You married young in those days. That's how things were done. I'm so sorry, Buffy." Buffy opened her eyes and her mouth had a small sad smile. Hurt still showed in her eyes, though. "Oh, Buffy. I didn't want to hurt you."
"I know there were many things in your past you haven't told me, I just never expected that to be one of them." She ducked her head, trying to hid the tears in her eyes.
"I'm not proud of a lot of the things I did in my past." Buffy stopped caressing Angel's cheek, and she just rested her hand on it. Angel nuzzled into her hand, a silent plea not to stop touching.
"I should have realized that you would have been married. It was normal in that day and age to be married. After all, you had a normal life before this. One that included a real family." The pain in her vice cut him through the heart

"Buffy, you know that I had other women in my life. God, you met Darla, and I told you about Drusilla. Why does my dead wife cause you such pain?" He thought he knew but needed to hear her tell him why.
She started caressing him again. She could feel Angel relax again under her touch. She nibbled on her lip, trying to think of how to put the answer into words. "It was a normal life, Angel. A woman you loved when you had your soul. The rest were lusted after by the demon." He nodded. It made sense.
"It was an arranged marriage by my parents and the village pastor. Marriage was too important to be arranged by the love of youngsters." He spoke, his eyes unfocused, set on a time in the past, long gone
"But, you must have loved her?" she asked with a small smile. She was trying to accept.
"I worked hard and proved that I could provide for a family, and the village pastor helped my family arrange for a wife." He shrugged, then continued: "We were comfortable. I worked the land, while she tended the home. I was fond of her, but no. I didn't 'love' her. At best, we were friends."
It all sounded so cold, so clinical to Buffy. A thought hit her. One she really didn't like. "Angel, did you... I mean, children?" she asked in a whisper. Angel pulled her close. She went willingly and buried her head in his neck. "Angel?" she insisted.
"Yes, we had two children. A boy and a girl. The boy was named Colin, and he was about 4 I believe. The girl was Rebecca, and she was 2. Katherine was pregnant with our third." Small tears formed in Buffy's eyes at his words. She blinked them away, hoping that he didn't notice. He reached up and gently wiped away the tears with a gentle caress.
"I'm sorry, Angel. Sorry for your lost family and previous life. I just didn't know how much you truly lost." He had told her he had killed his family. Now she knew what that actually entailed… his wife and children.
"I had a best friend. He was getting married. His first wife had died of the fever. We were doing a bachelor's party for him and had gone out drinking. We were both rather ripped and he passed out in the middle of the street and I left him there." Buffy closed her eyes. She knew what was coming. She let her tears fall. She knew this was hard on him, but he needed to get it out. "I saw this beautiful woman in an alley, and I went to see if she needed assistance." Buffy was still rubbing his face with one hand, and holding onto him tightly with the other. "I was somewhat of an ass. I made a blatant pass at her. Ah, the punishments of the sins of intended infidelity."
"It was Darla?" Buffy asked, already knowing the answer.
Angel just continued as if he hadn't heard her. "I asked if she was from around here. She said she was from all over. My big weakness. I had always wanted to travel. But I was a poor potato farmer and would die one. I told her that I wanted to see the world. She offered to show me hers. Like a stupid ass, I told her to show me her world. And Darla did." Angel held Buffy close, stroking her, feeling her body and her love.
"Oh, God Angel. I'm sorry, so sorry," she whimpered. He lost his wife, children…
"Don't be sorry Buffy. It was 245 years ago."
She was still crying tears for his loss. "I have to be. No one else is."
"Oh, Buffy, I am. I am sorry I killed them. I killed them all. "His voice is quiet and filled with pain
"Yeah, but someone has to be sorry for what happened to you, not what Angelus did to others afterwards." She stopped rubbing his cheek and simply wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. She leaned her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes. "Tell me about it?" she asked softly.
"About what? Being turned? Killing my family and all I knew? Killing my children? What?" He snapped in pain. What on earth did she want to hear form him?
"All of it. You haven't talked about this to anyone, have you?" she whispered.
Angel seemed restless and uncomfortable. He snuggled into her embrace. "No. No, I've never told anyone. Ever." He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to now either.
Buffy rubbed her hands up and down his back. "Then I think you need to. Just talk Angel. In your own time. I'm not going anywhere." She was still crying as she tried to convince him to let it all out. He had held the pain in since then, 245 years?
"I walked that third night. Did you know that the vampire's soul battles the demon on rising the first night?" he was speaking softly almost as if to himself.
Buffy kept her eyes shut, just listening to him. "No, I never knew that."
"I guess no one has ever completely won that fight. It's a form of soul rape actually. The demon battles the soul for control of the body, aided by the vampire’s need for blood. It is called 'The Torment,' the first blood lust. The Torment is the strongest and most focused blood lust. The sire takes the fledgling under his wing to assure that the demon is properly seated in the body. By the first kill and actions afterwards." He was talking very low by this point. Almost in a whisper. He stared off into space as he remembered how it all had felt when he had risen.
"Oh, God Angel. I had no idea." She turned and kissed his neck. *Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. * He finally opened up and now he was reliving his death… charming….
"The process can take days. In the process, the demon kills everything the soul holds dear to cause the soul to give up and release the body to the demon. Friends and family make easy victims for a weak fledgling. Especially when they don't know that you've been turned." His self-hate was dripping in his words. She wisely remained silent. Buffy held him even tighter, just being there for him. She actually needed the contact for herself more than for him as he continued. "I stalked my friends and family. I killed everyone in my family. My wife, my children. I killed my parents and my brothers and sisters and their families. I killed my friends and neighbors and their children." He held her close, hiding his face in her hair. "I did it with a song in my heart."
"Angel, I'm sorry for making you do this, but it wasn't you. You couldn't control the demon. It wasn’t you with the song… but the Demon… he was so much stronger than you," she said in a soothing voice.
"Stronger? Oh, yes it was." He closed his eyes…
"Then you could never have stopped it."
"But if I had been a better man, I never would have considered cheating on my wife in the first place. I never would have been in that damned alley for Darla to change me." She finally realized his self-hate. He had planned to dally with Darla and saw his change as his punishment…
Buffy reached up and started to run her hand through his hair, soothing him. "Yeah, and if I had been born someone else, I wouldn't have been the slayer." Angel looked at her startled, then started to laugh. "Angel, it's not your fault. We only do what fate has in store for us," she continued with a small smile.
"So who's Cheerios did I piss in to get mine?" he said with a wry laugh. It was a little tense and slightly hysterical, but at least it was laughter.
Buffy rubbed his cheek again. "I don't know. The same as me I guess. Neither one of us got a good hand Angel, but we have to make the best of it." She gave him a quick and gentle kiss. You’re in my hand and I am keeping you!
"I mean, I spend 153 years as a vampire, a hundred years as a moping, brooding fool, and what do I get? I'm a vampire in love with the vampire slayer. I've given myself to her mind, body, and soul, and she is dedicated to exterminating my race. Talk about irony." Angel chuckled wryly at the thought. Too ironic for words.
"You're over 245 years old and by all rights I shouldn't live past 21. But we do have one thing going for us." She looked at him expectantly.
"Each other?" he asked quietly.
"Exactly. Love makes you do the wacky."
He looked at her with an odd expression. "Yeah, I guess it does."
Buffy rubbed her cheek against his. "I'm here for you, Angel. You can tell me anything and everything and I'll still be here." She looked into his eyes and he saw she meant it.
"Oh, God Buffy, I love you."
"I love you too." She kissed him gently.
"Buffy..." he started.
Buffy looked up at him. "Yeah? What is it?" Was there more?
"What do you want from me? Don't tell me what you think I want to hear, or not tell me what you think I don't want to hear. Tell me the truth. All of it. What do you want? What do you see for us?" His voice was tight and controlled.
"I don't know, Angel." She was unsure how to answer him.
"You never though about us?" he prodded. He looked somewhat frustrated…
"I don't even know if I'll live past the next demon that I come across. All I do know is that I want you there as part of my life." It hurt to put into words what she thought all the time.
"Oh." He was somewhat dejected.
Buffy realized that he wanted… no needed to hear more. She thought for a moment. "You're my life. You keep me sane and safe." Angel began to stoke her gently as she talked softly. "When there's something bigger than me, you're the one person I run to. The one person that can actually protect me in this world." Angel held her tight. "The one thing that has shown me how to live. All I know is that whatever happens in the future, I want you there with me."
"But you never look to the future? Never try to see the way it could be? Not even in fantasies?"
"I see us side by side, always. Till the day I die. Living together, loving together. Married and happy."
Angel smiled. That was what he was fishing for. "Tell me what you see."
"I see us in a house, not far from Willow. Living what looks to everyone else like a normal life. Even with a pet dog and a cat," she said as she shut her eyes, day dreaming. "We tell the neighbors you work nights and sleep in the day."
Angel raised his eyebrows at the thought of a dog. "Canines don't care for the undead. Cats even less." He smiled at her… so she had dreamt about it even if she didn’t want to admit it….
"So we'll get fish then. I'll be a cop, and cover up me being the slayer that way." She chattered on warming up to talking about the future…
Angel laughed. "No, we can do the cat and dog thing. They'll like me or hate me. I don't care. Do you really want to work?"
Buffy smiled at him. "I'll get bored otherwise. Besides, how else would we get by money wise?"
"Let's just say it pays to invest. And I do long term investments." He laughed. She had no idea. Did she think him penniless? The thought amused him.
Buffy looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean, Angel?"
"Buffy, do you know about a company called Celtic One in Sunnydale?"
"Vaguely. I've heard of it mentioned. Biggest in town, right?" She was confused… why did he want to know if she knew that?
"One of the biggest. Owns the Bronze, the Ridgeway Shopping Center, the blood bank, and a few other places. I am Celtic One, Buffy."
Buffy sat up and looked at him. "You're rich?" She was shocked. He was rich and lived in this tiny apartment? She looked around his apartment, then laid back down beside him as she let out a big sigh.
"Well, yes. I don't like the opulent lifestyle," he said simply.
"OK. Color me surprised."
"But trust me. I could keep you very happy and content without you ever having to do anything you don't want to," he assured her. "You could be a private eye instead of a cop with all the rules and regulations. It would be basically the same job, and less monitoring to bother you."
"I do trust you… Anyway, I picture us living together while I grow old." Her smile faded. "At least that's my fantasy. I never thought of that." She looked away from him and stared into the room.
"You never thought of what, Buffy? That you will age and I will not?" he knew it was a difficult problem for those few vampires he knew with human lovers.
She looked back at him. "Yeah. You love me now, but what about in 30 years from now?" he voice was soft. She was 16 she couldn’t imagine 30 years… she couldn’t imagine that, being 50 years old…
"Buffy, I will love you in 60 years from now. It's your soul I love, not your 16-year-old body. I will make passionate love to you when you are 86."
"But even if I live that old Angel, it will be so hard. You'll look at me and see an old woman. And I'll see it in your eyes." She looked away. It made her ill to think of her aging and him not.
"No. I will look at you and see the woman I love. But will you still want me then?" he wondered if she could accept him as she aged… would she be able to do it?
"Yes, I'll never want anything less or more than you."
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He hugged her tightly. "You want to know my dream, Buffy?" She nodded. "My dream is us being married and living together for the rest of your life." She looked at him and snuggled up to him again. "A home, and when you're ready, you having children."
"But..." she started, and then decided to just let him go on. She didn't want to ruin it for him. She would just listen to him.
"Playing children with your eyes and hair. You doing whatever life's work you want to make you happy. Us raising your children in a happy home, tolerant of dad's ‘allergy to the sun’. Sharing with you, making love to you and feeling you every evening when I wake up with you in my arms. Playing with grandchildren. I assume by that time the kids will know my real state. Just being with each other...." he drifted off.
Buffy played with his hair and curled it around her fingers. She realized that he had thought this dream out in detail. A lot. She smiled and kissed his cheek. "You've had this dream for a while?"
"It was my deepest fantasy. I had it from the moment you kicked me head over heels in the alley outside the Bronze." He seemed somewhat shy to have had it at all. Buffy was a little bit stunned. *Since way back then? *
"All those times I would come up and tell you something short and disappear, I would go home and fantasize about this. I drove myself crazy."
"That's a pretty impressive dream. You drove us both crazy, with your Cryptic Guy routine" she chuckled.
"Oh, God. The night you took me home that night we fought the Three, I laid there on your floor fantasizing that we were in our own home and you loved me. I didn't sleep all night. I laid there and listened to you breathe."
Buffy smiled at him. "I slept that night, but you were in every one of my dreams."
He started to kiss her, more aggressively now. "I wanted you so badly then, but I knew if I touched you then…. You would dust me." He kissed up and down her neck. "I could smell your scent and I could hear your pulse. It drove me mad. God, do you know how good you smell?" He looked at he and then licked her skin…
"I'm not sure if I could have dusted you." She moaned and tipped her head back, baring her neck in a classic sign of trust that never ceased to amaze him. He nipped up and down her neck as she reached up and threaded her hands through his hair.
"Oh, but I thought you would. All I wanted to slide my tongue into your depths and taste your honey. But I had to satisfy myself by listening to your heartbeat as you slept." He remembered how erotic it was to sleep on the floor at her bedside surrounded by the essence of her…to smell her scent and hear her heart beat.
"Even back then I loved you. I was just surprised when..." she broke off as he bared her breasts and began to suckle on one, purring as he did so. "Oh, God," she whimpered at the feelings going all through her body.
"When I changed? So was I." He suckled harder. "You tasted so good. I wanted to devour you with my mouth and taste you everywhere. I hadn't touched or held another being for a hundred years or so, and I lost control." He continued to kiss her and worship her with his mouth in the manner she should be worshipped.
Buffy moaned and whimpered at his words. "I wanted you to stay, even knowing what you were." She moved her hands down to his shoulders, tracing his tattoo. Angel switched to the other breast and suckled while playing with the other one with his fingers. Buffy moved her head side to side on the pillow. "Angel..."
"When you came out to hunt me at the bronze, you were magnificent. I wanted to make love to you right there on the pool table. Just submit to you and worship you with my body and tongue." He thought about the power she portrayed.
"I knew I wouldn't be able to kill you. I wanted you so bad." She moaned as he laved her nipples.
"I could smell your arousal. Then and through our time together… All I wanted to do was thrust inside you until you screamed my name." He continued to kiss and suckle her.
"Oh, God," Buffy whimpered. He was working his way lower, nibbling and sucking as he did. She arched up to him, not sure were this Angel had come from.
"I smell you Buffy. That special smell that is just for me." he took a deep inhalation… her scent was so strong he could almost taste it.
"Only for you. Forever. Only yours," she whimpered as Angel snuggled into her hip, rubbing his face against her pubic hair. He slid between her legs and kissed her lower lips with a wet tongue and a nibble. She moaned softly and reached down to pull him away or holds him to her. She wasn't sure which she wanted. Angel wouldn't let her pull him away.
He slid his tongue deep inside her, tasting her juices. He took a long lick up to her clit. "Angel," she let out a low cry, bucking up to him. He sucked on her clit and shook his head in a side to side no motion. The teasing was driving Buffy insane. He licked her inner lips and nibbled softly. "Oh, God," she screamed as the sensations overwhelmed her. He slid his tongue deep within her, lapping up her juices as they covered his face. He continued to suckle on her clit and he slid a finger into her tight opening. "Angel." She cried out to him… not sure what she wanted him to do. She was already on the brink, too new to these feelings. She didn’t know what to do or how to accept them.   He slid another finger in gently and played with them, sliding them in and out as he suckled on her clit.
"Come for me, baby," he growled. His growl vibrating through her body
"Can't take anymore," she screamed as she came hard, bucking upwards into his mouth. "Angel, oh God Angel." He suckled harder while sliding his fingers in and out hard. He lapped up the juices as she came on his face and he loved it.
"Oh my God, Angel." She was starting to slow down.
Angel changed positions and quickly sheathed himself to his pubic bone hard. He grabbed her hips and held tight as he thrust into her. He was growling and grimacing as he slammed in and out of her. She cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He started to thrust harder, trying to get as deep as possible.
Buffy bit into his shoulder and dragged her nails down his back as the pleasure built within her again. She tightened her muscles around him and heard him let out a groan. He growled as he slid into game face. "Mine," he growled into her ear.
"Yours, only yours. " Buffy tipped her neck to the side, allowing him better access. He growled deeply as he sank his fangs into her neck and tipped over into orgasm. Her blood swelled in his throat and he sank into oblivion. The last thing he heard before allowing the orgasm to overtake him was her soft groan of ecstasy. Angel came back to reality and licked her neck gently, ashamed of his bite. "Oh God Buffy, did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine. Little shell shocked, but fine." She gave him a small smile. "That was amazing. I never knew things could feel that way."
"Oh, God. I didn't mean to lose control like that. I thought I had better control than that. Wait a second…. You liked it?" He stared at her… He always thought his demon side was something to be endured… not liked!
"I liked it, Angel. I liked you with no control." She rubbed up against him in open invitation
He was amazed. "Ah, but...well, ahhh," he stammered.
Buffy gave him a soft kiss as he leaned over her mumbling. "You liked it too, right?" He nodded shyly with a big grin on his face. "So why are you so surprised that I liked it?"
"I don't think you will like the answer to that." She raised her eyebrows, silently telling him to go on. "The only time my wife would ever let me touch her was according to the rules. When there was a possibility of children, and only then in the missionary position. One time a night. I was not allowed to pleasure her, she considered that inappropriate. All the other behavior was memories from Angelus' time."
"Oh, man. Well, I guess that's the one thing I can thank him for then," she said, trying to put a light note to it. The lovemaking and the kissing and the other things came form Angelus? Oh God!
"That damned demon got more mileage out of my body than I ever did," he laughed sardonically
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"Angel, it doesn't matter to me. It just means that you can play catch up and put the stuff the Demon know to the test." He looked at her and gave her a wicked grin.
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