Angel (noirangel) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2014-06-01 13:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2014 june, ~25 points, ~~angel (noirangel), ~~buffy summers (theslayer) |
Who: Angel and Buffy Summers
What: Angel’s feeling...something. He wants to see Buffy.
Where: Buffy’s Place
When: BACKDATED to 5/23, whoops
Warnings: Restraint and longing?
Status: Log/Complete
Angel was pretty sure whatever Freya had given him was working. A bit. He regularly exercised a great deal of self-control so when he noticed himself openly flirting not only with her, but a few other patrons at the bar, he knew something was up. Before Buffy, even with his soul, Angel had used both his reputation and his looks to...pass the time. It was easy and familiar and had been fun, and he was feeling that urge again. To flirt and charm and smile. It only made sense that her little themed drink had done the trick. Which was interesting. And he wasn’t really lingering on the thought, as his instinct was to pull himself out of the bar and look for Buffy. God, Buffy. He was starting to think that maybe they still didn’t spend enough time together. He was pretty certain that was his own doing -- had to keep her at some distance, after all. It was for her own safety. Didn’t mean they couldn’t take the time when they wanted, and right now, Angel was more than in the mood to see her. He was pleased when she said she was home, as he made short work of the distance to the apartments and readily slipped inside, grateful for his recent re-invitation. He peered around a moment, before tracking her to her bedroom door. “Hey Buffy,” he said as he opened it slowly, not waiting for a reply. His posture was more relaxed than usual as he greeted her with a light smile. *** The text message conversation with Angel had been a little weird, but she was still glad he was on his way over to see her. They didn't spend as much time together as she would have liked them to, but she was still trying to be respectful of Angel's apparent need for space. She understood that he was still worried about things that might happen and she knew that he loved her a great deal. So, she usually let him set the tone of their dates and if she needed or wanted to see him, she went to WAMM. She heard the outer door open as she finished changing into a comfortable t-shirt and pajama shorts and as she was turning to the bedroom door, it opened and Angel was standing there. It was probably a very good thing that Thalia wasn't home, yet. She smiled at his greeting. "Hey, Angel." *** Without thinking about it, Angel stepped right up to her and gave her a deep kiss in proper greeting, pulling her into him. It was several moments before he pulled back, remembering oxygen was probably necessary for Buffy. Right, over-eager, possibly. That was something to think about. "You smell nice," he said, looking her over, comfortable, rather than appraising. He'd momentarily forgotten about their interrupted text conversation as he took her in. “You really are so beautiful, beloved.” A hand moved down her side before taking hers in his, lifting it to his lips for a light, gallant greeting before lowering it, fingers tracing idle circles over the back of her hand. He was still smiling slightly, and he was content to let her decide where they ought to be. Personally, he was comfortable to remain in the bedroom as it gave them a little privacy from the rest of her roommates, for the time being. *** Oxygen was definitely a must even for The Slayer. Luckily, she could hold her breath for longer than most and she was enjoying Angel's greeting quite a lot. She was just starting to think that she was going to have to break the kiss when Angel pulled back. It was nothing new to be swept away from reality by Angel's kissing of her, but it seemed a little more intense this time. When she could breathe again, she tilted her head to look at him. "I thought I smelled like sweat," she said honestly. "I didn't really have time to get cleaned up after patrol." She smiled when he did the kissing of her hand thing and had to admit that she loved it. There were so many romantic things he did without even thinking about them or planning them. "Thank you, love. I think you're pretty handsome, too." *** "Must just be you," he replied with a slightly careless shrug, knowing that it was simply her scent that he liked, sweaty or not. It was her, and it was intoxicating even at the most normal of times. Right now he had to admit it was a little heady. Angel was aware enough to keep a handle on himself -- her safety was always his priority -- but it didn't stop him from relishing in her presence and possibly being a little more tactile than usual. He was happy to give her his most charming smile at her returned compliment, letting the door close behind him. "So, I was just about to tell you why I saw you Called, right?" He asked idly, remembering the conversation again. "It was a bright and sunny day in L.A., as I recall." *** Buffy really hope Thalia didn't return any time soon because she really wanted to enjoy this time with Angel. She tugged him over to the furthest of the two beds in the room and sat down. She looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm really curious about that information." As far as she had known, no one else had seen her talking to Merrick that day. *** Angel followed her readily, settling in beside her on the bed. He was, for some reason, very pleased that she seemed just as happy to be alone right now. Before answering, he leaned in and kissed her again deeply, letting himself linger a little before pulling back and resting his head on hers a moment. If he were thinking about it, this would remind him powerfully of those somewhat lust-filled months of their relationship before her 17th birthday. To her, it was probably still a little new. To him, he'd been carefully avoiding letting that happen ever since coming back from hell three years ago, let alone arriving in Madison. But he wasn't thinking about that. "I'd been living in New York at the time. On the...uh, streets, if you want to call it that. In alleys. In sewers. Feeding off whatever came near, usually rats. For about twenty years." That part wasn't so great, so he went on, "A demon called 'Whistler' found me. He spoke for the Powers That Be, told me I should try and make something of my life. I didn't, strictly, believe that was possible." Angel smiled at her softly. "He brought me to L.A. to see the new Slayer called. I was in a car and I saw you...right there on the steps. I saw you...and I loved you, even then.” *** “So, you’ve been trying to watch over me all of this time?” She swallowed, suddenly feeling very ashamed as she remembered something that happened on her first outing as a Watcherless Slayer. “Were you there when Lorthos almost defeated me while he was trying to seduce me?” He didn’t get anywhere because the music stopped, but it was still a near thing. *** A low growl escaped him at her words and for once Angel wasn't exactly interested in hiding the fact. "He tried to seduce you?" No, he hadn't known that. He shouldn't be surprised, given the vampire's reputation and abilities. But that didn't mean Angel had to be happy about it. "No -- I saw you called and I saw you fight a couple vamps that month. Then I left to get myself back in shape so that I could be...so that I could help you." *** “He tried,” Buffy said, her eyes full of shadows as she was dealing with the memories. “There was a violin that was playing and then he was wrapping a ribbon around my throat to kill me. Someone broke the spell and then the fight was on. He is the reason I burned down a gym.” *** Angel didn't like the look in Buffy's eyes and he shifted closer, gathering her up in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair a little. "You beat him." He said softly. "That's what matters. You hadn't even been the Slayer for very long, and you beat him. That's -- you are incredible." He was pretty sure that she would never stop amazing him. *** She leaned her head against him. “You knew Lorthos, once?” She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to talk about him any longer. You said you loved me from the beginning?” *** Angel chuckled softly, holding her tight as he breathed her in, nuzzling her slightly. He couldn't get enough. "Yeah. Before you'd become the Slayer. Buffy, you -- brought me back into the light without even realizing it. That's no easy feat." *** “I’m glad,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him again. “I’m glad I gave you a reason to fight for yourself.” *** "More than anything, I wanted to fight for you. To protect you even while you shine. Still do." Angel had been very, very new to the feeling then. It wasn't less overwhelming now. He bent his head, placing kisses along her neck and lingering a little on her pulse point. He dimly realized he'd have to...stop, at some point. Right now he was more interested in the warm little blonde in his arms. *** "I want to protect you and always show you that there is light out there for you, too," Buffy said softly. She made a soft, but happy noise, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of the kisses along the side on her neck. He always knew right where to kiss or touch to make her feel like she was on fire. *** Angel loved that, loved his girl, the protector. It was always an understanding there, despite his overprotective nature, he had absolute faith in her to stand and fight her own battles. He was just lucky he could stand there with her. His movements had slipped into teasing, now, without really thinking about it. He was a sensuous being if he allowed himself, and, yes, he'd had several centuries to perfect the act of keeping his partners on the edge of pleasure, even in these relatively innocuous touches. With Buffy, he was as ever fueled first by love, and he kept the teasing up for a long time, his hands moving around her as he placed kisses everywhere but her mouth. Finally, he trailed back there, gently nipping along the way before diving in and capturing her lips hungrily. Right. He couldn’t keep this going forever, much as he’d like to. Still, a little longer… *** Buffy whimpered softly, enjoying the way he was making her feel and completely trusting him to keep them from going to far. She pressed her body closer to his, running her hands down his back and sides. She would never understand how she had managed to be lucky enough to have this wonderful man fall in love with her and be willing to take all that life threw at her while standing at her side. When his lips finally touched hers again, she was kissing him almost as hungrily as he was kissing her. *** He felt her respond in kind and it encouraged him to deepen their connection, exploring her with his tongue as he twisted a little on the bed in an attempt to pull her in closer. He'd seen her neck, barren of the marks he'd placed there years ago and it urged him to want to do it again, needing to re-claim her in the way even his demon wanted. Which was the thought that slowed him. Lust and bloodlust -- a powerful cocktail he never wanted Buffy to see. He pulled back very slowly, his lips almost magnetically drawn to hers anyway, but managed to separate them. He stroked her hair back as he breathed reflexively, eyes still dark with desire as he looked at her. *** If Buffy knew exactly what he was thinking, she probably wouldn't have had a problem with it. Yes, she wore his ring, but being marked was something more personal... more of the animalistic parts of the brain. She pulled him closer to her, but didn't tilt her head. She just wanted to hold him and continue to kiss him. When he pulled back from her, she looked at him, her eyes dark with emotion as she tried to calm her breathing. *** His ears picked up the sound of the outer door opening and closing. Angel didn't move his gaze from Buffy's. In a moment, he bent to her again, drawing her into another hungry kiss before either of them had fully recuperated. He wanted to keep going this time and was close to letting that happen, but he managed to grit out, his tone a little rougher than usual, "Buffy." His lips were still against hers. "I should -- go." *** She didn't want him to go. She wanted him to stay with her, to figure out what all of these more intense feelings were leading her into. "W-why," she managed to get out since she was again, a little out of breath from their kissing. *** Oh, God that wasn't fair. Angel's self-control had already been shattered and it was all he could do not to push her onto the bed and give them both exactly what they wanted right there. "We can't," he said instead, even while his possessive hold around her hadn't exactly lessened. A memory-less roommate was going to enter the room any minute, but even Angel was aware that was barely the excuse. It was too much -- too dangerous. God, he wanted her. *** She heard Thalia approaching the room and assumed that was why Angel had pulled away from her for the moment. She could feel her heart racing and it felt like the only thing that was going to calm its rapid pace was if he kept holding her and making her feel she was being branded all over by his lips. “T-Thalia is home,” she said softly. *** Angel had resumed kissing her along her jawline, desperate for contact even while he forced himself to extract his body from hers. They couldn't. He couldn't. He wanted to. He was stupid. "I know...I...gotta go." With effort, he pulled back, standing and moving away from the bed and from her. He took several unnecessary breaths before he managed to still himself. He glanced toward the window, before looking back at Buffy, unable to mask the longing in his eyes. *** “I love you, Angel,” Buffy said softly as she forced herself to stay sitting on the bed and watching what he was doing. “I wish you could stay with me tonight.” *** Angel wasn't sure if she could tell that his mind went instantly to less innocent implications at her words. But, no...they'd spent the night together before. Together and chaste and it had been everything to him, it was enough. He nodded slowly. "I love you, Buffy." With that, he slid the window open, gracefully and silently dropping out of the room as the door opened. *** As Thalia came into their shared bedroom, Buffy let herself fall back onto her bed with an almost silent groan. Her best friend didn’t realize what she had almost walked into. |