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Title: Sweet Surrender
Author: Isis FG
Started: September 8, 2003
Completed: September 23, 2003

Feedback: vagabond_angel@comcast.net

Disclaimer: obviously they don't belong to me or I wouldn't be broke

Rating: NC 17!!
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Summary: Angel comes across something that sends him after his mate.
Spoilers: up to somewhere during seasons 6/3

Distribution: my site (Vagabond Soul), ff.net, Enchanting Place, CBAU, and LoD; & Starrkitty's Archive if they want it...and probably some other places I'm forgetting, anyone else, just ask first.

Author's Notes: this pretty much follows canon through early to mid s6/3 with a few exceptions....mostly because I don't feel like dealing with certain annoyances. So are the changes: no Connor (Darla just never came back pregnant), absolutely no C/A, no B/S sex-capades (assume they are just sort-of friends...so there is a smidge of B/S). That's it I think....this fic isn't meant to be serious, hence the changes to canon.

Dedication:  Happy Birthday to Meghan!  Hope you like your present!...sorry it's late, musey was being an uncooperative bitch.  And also thank you to Meghan for the quick beta before I sent this out!

Warnings: total PWP (Porn, Without Plot - if your are not old enough, don't read!!)...although I guess there is a small plot that snuck itself in there, and borders on being CWC (Curse? What Curse?)

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Angel mumbled something incoherent as he slowly wandered down the stairs of the Hyperion. It was only noon. He should be sleeping. He shouldn't be wandering around the hotel aimlessly. But no, he couldn't sleep. Not when a certain blonde continued to haunt his thoughts endlessly.

Ever since he'd seen her after her resurrection he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. The very image of her standing outside that motel waiting for him was permanently seared into his memory. He could have stood there and stared at her for hours, content with the knowledge that she was alive once again.

The difference in her was immediately apparent. She was still Buffy, but there was an aura of sadness and pain around her. It was the look in her eyes that finally made him crush her against his body in a bruising embrace. How could he not when the hazel green eyes that had once looked upon him shimmering with mischief now shown dully under the tempered glow of the moonlight?

That night had been torturous at its worse, and near perfection at its best. His being felt whole again having his soulmate near. The few hours they spent together were not nearly enough. An eternity was not enough time to be with her, but unfortunately, they both knew they had to return to the world's from which they came.

Groaning, Angel shook his head. He just couldn't seem to stop thinking about her, worrying about her. They hadn't spoken since that meeting nearly a month before. So many times he had picked up the phone to call her only to quickly hang up, forcing himself to realize that he couldn't insinuate himself back in her life again. She didn't need him to darken her world.

The rustling of paper nearby snapped Angel out of his brooding reverie. Letting his eyes wander around the lobby he saw Gunn sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up. Angel frowned at the site. Usually he was alone during this time of day.

With a grace unusual for a man of his size, but not for a vampire, Angel crept toward his friend. Gunn appeared oblivious to the attention he had garnered and continued perusing the item in his hands. As Angel stood now directly in front of the desk he could tell that Gunn was reading what looked to be a magazine. Whatever it was, the pages had completely captured the man's focus.

"Must be interesting reading material," Angel spoke with a raised eyebrow.

Gunn jumped slightly at the intrusion and hastily shoved the magazine under some papers on the desk. "No, just bored."

Angel stared at him with disbelieving eyes before slowly pulling the magazine out. His brow scrunched as the title came into view. "You're reading a magazine called 'Flesh'? What kind of magazine...," he trailed off, understanding lighting in his eyes.

"A porno mag?" Angel questioned with a small chuckle.

"Uhh...no?!?" Gunn answered sheepishly.

"Right," smirked Angel as he pulled the magazine completely out from under the papers. He didn't believe Gunn's denial in the least.

Gunn watched passively as his boss raised the glossy pages up to peer at. He saw Angel's eyes widen in shock at the view present on the front cover. The magazine slipped from the vampire's hands, falling to the floor in a soft thud only to be quickly snatched back up.

Eyes flashing amber, Angel's gaze flickered from the cover to Gunn. "Where the fuck did you get this?!"

The tone of his voice and the narrowed, angry eyes caused Gun to flinch backwards. The pure fury radiated from his boss had him worrying, momentarily, about his safety. But he was sure Angel wouldn't hurt him...well, at least not badly.

"I, uh, got it down at that shop on the corner," Gunn responded warily. "Why?"

He received no reply to his question, only a low, rumbling growl from the obviously unhappy vampire. Angel looked at Gunn for a second, opening his mouth to speak, but instead cast his eyes back down to the magazine held in his clenched hands. He growled angrily once again before fleeing up the stairs and to his room. Gunn couldn't help but sigh in relief once Angel was gone.

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The door slammed shut loudly behind him as Angel stalked into his darkened suite of rooms. He flipped on the lamp beside his bed, throwing the magazine down onto the nightstand. His eyes landed on the front cover, hoping that he had imagined the whole thing, but the same sight stared back up at him.

Grabbing the nearest object, Angel threw an empty ceramic mug across the room, shattering it into a million pieces and denting the wall it had smashed into. He backed away from the nightstand, pacing to one end of the room and then back again. He repeated the action several times before stopping in front of the table once again.

There was no way around it. No way to rationally explain what his own eyes were seeing. Of course he'd known that the first instant he'd seen the magazine, but that didn't stop him from trying to deny it.

His eyes hadn't lied, though.

Buffy, HIS Buffy, was spread out like a wanton whore on the cover of some trashy porno mag.

Angel let his eyes drift over the glossy picture. Well, maybe it wasn't whorish, but it was definitely wanton. What the fuck had she been thinking? Why would she sell her body like this for anybody to see?

Anybody. Thousands...tens of thousands...hundreds of thousands...of horny men ogling her naked body, jerking themselves off as they fantasized about her.

He let out a vicious growl before slamming his fist into the wall above his nightstand. Absolutely NO ONE was supposed to see her body like that. Except for him of course, but even he couldn't have that pleasure. And neither should hoards of *boys*.

Glancing back down, Angel stared at the picture. He had an insatiable urge to find every copy of the magazine, shred them to pieces, and gouge out the eyes of every. single. person. who had seen her naked body. If they were lucky, he'd let them live to exist another day.

Not that he couldn't blame them for wanting to view the pictures. She did look exquisite, he realized as he studied the picture for the first time. It wasn't a trashy picture. Actually, it was a position he wouldn't have minded sketching her in. She was lounging on her left side on a red velvet couch with her perky, medium-sized breasts in full view, and a hint of her feminine core showing. A black silk scarf was tactfully draped across her hip and stomach giving a nice contrast between her lightly tanned skin and the deep red of the couch.

His eyes traced every inch of her delectable, toned body. She was just as beautiful, maybe even more so, than she had always been. And it had been a very long time since he'd had the pleasure of seeing her forbidden flesh. He couldn't help but be aroused by the very sight of her unclothed body.

Snapping himself out of his lust induced daze, Angel's original train of though returned. The reality of the situation pushed its way into his mind as he sat numbly on the edge of his bed. His mind couldn't quite seem to wrap itself around the hard truth that Buffy, his Buffy, had posed naked for a magazine.

Pushing aside his still blazing anger, the only question he could formulate was 'why?'. Why would she do something this drastic and risqué? It wasn't like Buffy at all. He wondered momentarily if someone had forced her to do it, but quickly shrugged off that thought. Buffy would never let someone force her to do anything. So why would she parade her body for all to see?

The question bounced around in his head until his eyes caught sight of the fine print below the picture. His eyes narrowed as he read the words 'For more of the beautiful Buffy, turn to page 27'. More? There were more pictures?

His fingers roughly flipped through the pages, searching for the aforementioned pictures. Part of him was wild with fury at the very idea that there were more full-color photos of her, and yet another part of him was tingling with anticipation at seeing the revealing pictures. He hated himself for wanting to see them, but his soul had been starved of his mate for so long that he couldn't fight off the traitorous desires.

Finally, he arrived at the designated page but found himself almost afraid to look at it. His eyes slowly inched up the page, widening at the image before him. If he hadn't of been sitting down, Angel was sure he would have fallen over.

There, before his very eyes, was Buffy, seated in a black leather chair with her right foot propped up on a short table, and her left leg crossed over her right, leaving the viewer with an almost complete view of her lower regions. But perhaps the most shocking aspect of the picture was the translucent blue dildo held in her right hand which she appeared to be using to tease her already erect nipples.

Completely forgetting his confusion and anger, Angel stared with heated desire at the picture. She looked absolutely stunning. The innocent smile on her face only further enhanced the appeal of the picture. His mouth watered as he continued to stare at the perfect vision on the page in front of him and he absently noticed that his pants felt a lot tighter than they had.

Slowly, he turned the page, almost not wanting to take his eyes off the picture. He immediately forgot the previous page when the next one came into view. This one had Buffy spread out on a bed with dark blue satin sheets and every intimate portion of her body in full view. A blood-red rose lay lazily between her breasts and one hand was resting above the dark, trimmed curls of her sex. The expression on her face and her closed eyes made her appear as if she was in the throws of an orgasm.

Unconsciously, one of Angel's hands slipped down to caress the growing bulge in his pants before reaching up to undo the button and zipper. His hand crept into boxers and grasped his erect cock, pulling it out for better access. He lightly stroked his length as he continued to gaze hungrily at his love's displayed body.

Haphazardly, he struggled to turn the page with one hand, eagerly awaiting to see the next pose. His eyeballs nearly popped out of his head at the image that greeted him. The two-page spread depicted an almost full side view of Buffy on her hands and knees. A studded, black leather collar was latched around her neck with matching bracelets on her wrists. A coy smile played on the face of her turned head as if she were teasing and unseen lover.

Angel's imagination took over instantly. His eyes closed as he pictured himself creeping up behind Buffy, giving a light slap to her ass before griping her hips thrusting himself roughly into her enticing pussy. The hand on his cock stroked in tandem with his fantasy thrusting, quickening with each passing second. In only a matter of minutes, Angel reached his climax, coating his hand and a portion of his pants with his dead seed.

With the cloud of lust receding, Angel quickly sobered to his actions. Guiltily, he looked down at his softening cock, realizing that he had jerked himself off while staring at the erotic pictures. The magazine fell from his hands and he hastily grabbed a t-shirt, cleaning his hand and cock off before tucking himself back in.

He wanted to stake himself for getting pleasure out of the pictures. What the Hell had he been thinking? Well, actually he hadn't been thinking, he'd been acting. Gods, he was such a Neanderthal.

Reaching down to pick up the magazine, Angel's anger at himself was quickly supplanted by his anger at the entire situation. He found himself becoming utterly furious at Buffy for allowing others to see her entire body in such provocative poses. What the fuck was wrong with her? One thing Angel knew for sure, she had a Hell of a lot of explaining to do.

Leaping up from the bed, he paced across the room. He stood there debating for a moment before pulling on his leather duster, stuffing the magazine into the inner pocket. Without a backward glance, Angel stormed out of the room, quickly descending the stairs. Gunn's questioning words were ignored as he stalked out of the hotel and out to his car.

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Buffy sat silently on a large headstone in Restfield cemetery with her head resting lightly on the lean shoulder of her companion. The night had been quiet so far, not a single vamp to slay which in her mind sucked. At least when she was fighting she could keep her mind off of everything that was wrong in her life. With no action, though, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Every day was still a struggle. Her soul ached for the peace that Heaven had provided her. She tried not to be angry with her friends. They had done what they thought was right. Still, Buffy couldn't help but wish they hadn't.

The world seemed to be closing in around her. Her friends didn't understand her pain. She was flat broke with no useful job training. She had to be a fit guardian for her sister. Plus, she had to deal with the constant battle against evil. It was all too much, but she continued to put on a happy face for the sake of everyone else.

There was only one person she could tolerate being around. Mostly because he didn't try to act like everything was all puppies and roses. And *he* wasn't even a person. *He* was supposed to be one of her mortal enemies. Yet it was him that she was most comfortable with.

Her eyes glanced upwards at the bleach-blonde. What is it with her and vampires anyway? First Angel....her thoughts trailed off at the idea of Angel. Gods, she missed him. But he'd walked away from her, left her to fend for herself. Her resurrection hadn't even made him return. He hadn't even called since their meeting. And then to find out...no she wasn't going to think about that. She would deal with that issue when the time was right.

"You ready to go back, pet?" Spike asked, breaking the deafening silence.

Buffy sighed at the question. "Yeah, I guess. I need to get up early tomorrow to look for as job."

Spike frowned at the statement but didn't say anything in response. He made no move to get up when Buffy continued to just sit there. It was obvious to him that she wanted to avoid her house for just a little bit longer.

After a few minutes, Buffy finally made a move to stand when a sudden feeling washed over her. She didn't need to look around to know what it was. There was no doubt in her mind what the tingling down her spine meant. Even so, she remained seated, almost as if she were ignoring the tell-tale sign.

A loud growl soon sounded from behind where Buffy and Spike were sitting. Buffy turned, a blank look plastered onto her face, and spoke unemotionally. "Angel."

The furious vampire stared at her with narrowed, golden eyes for a moment before glaring at Spike. "Leave."

"I don't think so, mate," Spike responded forcefully, thoroughly confused by what was going on and by Buffy's reaction, or lack thereof.

"LEAVE. NOW," Angel demanded, glowering at his insipid childe.

"No," refused Spike, moving to protect a now standing Buffy.

Before Angel could reply, Buffy interrupted. "It's okay, Spike. Go."

"But...," he trailed off, seeing the look on Buffy's face. "Fine, but anything happens to you...I won't hesitate to stake him."

Spike glanced at Angel then turned and stalked off into the night, grumbling about his crazy ponce of a sire. Once alone, Buffy and Angel just stood there staring at each other. Neither spoke, though it was obvious that the dark haired vampire was barely controlling his emotions.

Without a word, Angel reached forward, grabbing Buffy's arm and practically dragged her out of the cemetery. Reaching his car, he none-to-gently pushed Buffy into the passenger seat, slamming the door once she was inside. Angel climbed into driver's seat and gunned the engine, taking off in a screech of tires. He said nothing, but Buffy had a pretty good idea where they were headed.

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Buffy's suspicions were confirmed when they pulled up in front of the mansion. She stayed in her seat as Angel got out of the car and waited until he once again grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the front door. Without resisting, she let him direct her inside.

Upon reaching the main room, Angel finally released the tight hold he had on her arm. Still, he said nothing. There was plenty he wanted to say, but he didn't yet trust his words.

"Caveman much?" Buffy mumbled, rubbing her arm as she flopped down onto the dusty couch.

She watched under veiled eyes as Angel paced back and forth in front of her. Every once in a while he would stop and stare at her, only to start pacing again. Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes had passed, he stopped directly in front of her. Golden flecks gleamed in his eyes as he pulled something from the inner pocket of his coat and tossed it in her lap.

"Explain," he demanded sharply.

Buffy glanced at the glossy pages with a raised eyebrow. "What's there to explain?  I should think it's fairly obvious," she shrugged, a disinterested look on her face.

Angel's scowl deepened at her blasé attitude. "What the Hell were you thinking?!?"

"Since when is it any of your business what I do?!" she snapped at him, showing real emotion for the first time.

"Damnit Buffy!" Angel snarled at her, grabbing the magazine off her lap. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

"Simple, money," she relayed to him nonchalantly.

The answered surprised him. That was definitely not what he'd been expecting to hear. He glanced back and forth between the magazine and Buffy before speaking again. "No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" she questioned him in confusion.

"I mean, no, you wouldn't do this for money. I know you better than that," he answered curtly as he stared into her eyes trying to discern the truth.

Anger rose inside Buffy. How dare he assume he knew anything about her! Standing up quickly, she glared at him. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't know a goddamn thing about me!"

"I know you wouldn't do this," he looked pointedly at the magazine.

Buffy snorted at the statement. "I've seen you, what?, once? in the last two years and you think you *know* me? Get real, Angel."

The painful yet true statement caused his mouth to snap shut. Slightly mollified, he stared at her with pleading eyes. "Then talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

Laughing almost maniacally, Buffy walked a few steps away. "You want to know what's going on? Fine, I'll tell you."

"Let's see, where should I start? Well, first there was a fifteen year old ball of energy implanted in my life as my sister. My boyfriend leaves me because I can't love him enough. I find my Mom dead on the living room couch. I jump off a tower to save my fake little sister's life. Then, when I finally think I am at peace, I get pulled back to this piece-of-shit world," her voice trembled at the last sentence. When Angel moved toward her she held up a hand to stop him.

"I have to act all happy around everyone even though there's not a second I don't wish I was back in Heaven. If that's not bad enough, my ex-boyfriend, who I've never stopped loving, demands to see me when he finds out I'm not dead. After a few hours he walks away from me yet again, never even bothering to pick up the phone to see if returned-from-the-dead Buffy is doing okay. Oh...and let's not forget that I'm flat broke with a pile a bills to pay and a foreclosure statement from the bank on the house. *And* I've got an obnoxious social worker on my case threatening to take Dawn away from me," Buffy finally finished her angry tirade. Heavy tears flowed down her cheeks but she completely ignored their existence.

Angel gaped at her, his heart breaking for everything she'd been through. He'd never known, never bothered to know. It was suddenly dawning on him what a colossal fuck-up he was. "I'm sorry," was all he could think to say.

Buffy laughed coldly. "Yeah, you're sorry. Good to know."

"Buffy-," he started but was quickly cut off.

"You want to know what the worst thing is, though?" she questioned, stomping toward Angel. Her tears vanished, replaced with a deep-seated fury as she stared straight into his eyes. "The worst thing...was hearing through the grapevine that a certain vampire's curse no longer had an 'I can't get happy' clause in it."

Shock clearly showed in Angel's eyes as his mouth dropped open at the revelation. Unable to form a response, he just stood there.

"What, not going to defend yourself?" she questioned with a shake of her head. "Let me guess...you're not good enough for me. I deserve a normal happy life with sunlight, kids, and some lame looking white picket fence."

"It's the truth," Angel admitted, still in complete shock that Buffy knew his curse had been fixed only a few weeks ago.

"No. It's *your* truth, Angel," she spat at him, stepping back a few feet. "Those are all your excuses. You never bothered to consider me or what I wanted. You're so busy feeling guilty about your past and what you are that you can't fathom the idea that all I want is you."

She stepped back a few feet from him, wiping angrily at the tears that were starting to fall. "I'm a Slayer, Angel. I'm born, I'm called, I fight, and then I die, and unfortunately sometimes a few of those are repeated. There's no place for 'normal', whatever the Hell that is, in my life. As much as I may have wanted, or still want, what everyone else has...all I needed was you."

"Buffy...," Angel started to interject, but was abruptly cut off.

"God! You just don't get it do you?!" she screamed in rage at him. "The only time I have felt normal, or remotely happy was when I was with you, when you were holding me in your arms, feeling that you loved me. That was 'normal' to me. Every girl dreams of having what we had. And you fucking threw it all away!" Taken over by her anger, she picked up a small pillow off the couch and hurled it at him, hitting him on the side of the head.

Angel stood completely still as the pillow bounced off his head. The pure fury emanating from the small blonde was palpable. He honestly didn't know what to say. Her words had stung him more than she could know. Was it true? Had he been so caught up in himself that he had blatantly not taken her into consideration? Possibly. He had only ever wanted what was best for her.

That thought struck him hard. 'What was best for her'. It was suddenly occurring to him that maybe he wasn't the one who would know what was best for her. He wasn't Buffy after all. So who was he to know what was needed in her life? Dumbfounded by that revelation, Angel could only stand there and stare.

When Angel made no move toward her and didn't attempt to speak, Buffy's heart sank. She had hoped to finally get through to him. That had been the whole point of her plan. She should have known he'd never understand. He was too stubborn and guilt-ridden to accept what she was saying to him.

Her shoulders slumped when it became clear to her that Angel would not give in, would not allow himself to love her. Dejectedly, she turned away from him, mumbling 'goodbye' before slowly walking out of the room. She had only made it two steps when a strong hand grasped her arm and swung her back around. To her shock and surprise, Buffy found herself staring into Angel's dark brown eyes.

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Before Buffy could even speak, Angel's head swooped down and captured her lips in a searing passion-laced kiss that left her utterly breathless. Conscious thought flew out of her mind as her body melted against his. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she knew that this wasn't a promise to stay, but she couldn't quite find it in herself to object. Not when his strong, glorious body was pressed up against hers.

Angel didn't know when he made the decision that he had. But when he saw her retreating form he couldn't stop himself. Then, she was in his arms, kissing him with years of pent of need and want. He had wanted to say something to her, tell her that she was everything to him, but the only thing he was aware of was her tiny, lithe body clinging to his.

A little voice in the back of his head was telling him to exercise restraint, that he needed to slow things down, but his control was sapped. Years of fighting his desire for her was coming undone all at once. The only thing he was aware of was her...her smell, her taste, her touch. He was intoxicated by each and every aspect of her.

A moan escaped her lips as Angel kissed and nipped his way down her neck, coming to a rest on the still visible scar he had left years before. Her fingernails raked down his back causing Angel to emit a low, rumbling growl that made her knees tremble. She eagerly complied when his hands reached down to grasp her ass, lifting her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.

She kissed him fiercely, grinding herself against his obvious arousal. The mere feel of his cools lips pressed against hers sent her into a lust filled delirium. She felt like starving women coming across wealth of delicious food.

Neither were aware of their movement until they found themselves falling to the ground on the soft rug in front of the mansion's massive fireplace. And really, neither gave a damn. The only concept either could grasp was sating the undying need they had for each other.

With her back pressed against the floor and Angel looming over her, Buffy slinked a hand between them and grasped Angel's shirt. Pulling harshly, she wrenched the material off his body, grinning wickedly at the smooth, muscular chest she exposed. Her nails scraped down his chest and then back up, making sure to catch his nipples on the way.

Angel shrugged his way out of his ruined shirt, freeing his arms. He looked down at the Goddess below him for only a moment before taking her pale blue tank top in his hands and tearing it from her body. His eyes feasted on her bra-less breasts causing his mouth to water. In the blink of an eye, his head dipped down as he captured one of her hardened nipples in his mouth, nipping and sucking at the aroused peak.

Buffy gasped at the motion, arching her back off the ground and further into his embrace. Her hands grasped at his head, urging him to continue. Writhing against him, the need became too much and her hands slithered their way down to the button on his pants. Releasing the tiny metal clasp and then the zipper, she used her feet to push his pants and boxers down his legs.

Aiding her actions, Angel haphazardly kicked off his shoes and then his pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked to her touch. His own hands reached between them to pull off her khaki shorts. Before he could attend to the silky black panties she was wearing, her legs were once again wrapped around him as she pressed herself against his insistent arousal. Growling with need, he roughly tore the material from her body before collapsing against her. Their mutually naked bodies caressing each other at a fevered pace.

Feeling a burst of dominance, Buffy flipped their positions, placing her atop of Angel. With passion glazed eyes, Angel stared at her perfect body. His cock hardened further at the site of her heaving chest, slightly covered by the mane of blonde hair. He reached a hand up to pull her back down, only to have her slightly slap it away.

He watched, barely restraining his need for her, as she climbed down his body. He lurched off the floor when he felt her hot mouth engulf him in one swoop. Tangling his hands in her hair, he thrust up slightly as she sucked his length into her mouth. Lost in the sensation of her swirling tongue, he nearly growled when she pulled away before he wanted her too.

Buffy giggled at his protestation, but continued to crawl away from him on her hands and knees. Ceasing her crawl, she tilted her head to look behind her, meeting Angel's eyes. She wiggled her ass invitingly and shrieked in shocked pleasure when Angel leapt behind her and impaled himself in her in one swift motion.

Grasping Buffy's hips tightly, Angel's eyes nearly crossed at the feel of her tight, wet sheath clenched around his cock. He remained still inside her for nearly a minute trying to gain control of his body, but when Buffy pushed back against him he couldn't resist her silent plea. Pulling out of her almost completely, he thrust back in with inhuman force.

Moaning, Buffy met his pace stroke for stroke. Her head drooped down to the floor, her forehead resting against the Oriental rug in pure rapt pleasure. She couldn't help but wonder how she had gone so long without him, but she quickly pushed all serious thoughts aside. It was kinda hard to think at all when in the midst of sheer bliss.

The two soon completely lost themselves in each other. Neither spoke except for the occasional grunts and moans of delight accompanying the echoing sounds of flesh against flesh. If either had been purely human the force of their mating would have surely caused physical damage, but neither were and at the moment neither cared in the least little bit.

When Angel felt the tightening in his groin, he slipped a hand under than bodies and down through the trim curls hiding her sex. He stroked her clit once, then twice, before pinching in none to gently.

The act sent Buffy spiraling over the edge of her orgasm, screaming Angel's name as she came. Her insides clenched and convulsed around his cock, pushing him into his own orgasm. He collapsed bonelessly on top of her as the last of his seed coated her insides.

Not wanting to crush Buffy, Angel rolled over, reluctantly pulling himself out of her body. He sighed as she turned in his arms and lay limp against his chest. Lightly stroking her back, he looked down at the one woman who'd ever captured his jaded heart. She was truly a vision...so beautiful, so good. How someone like her could love someone like him, he didn't know.

After long silent moments, Angel finally found his ability to speak. "I still don't have anything to give you."

Propping herself up slightly, Buffy gazed into his eyes, "All I ever wanted was you."

Angel felt tears moisten his eyes at the honest declaration. He wanted to say no, tell her that she deserved more, but he couldn't fight himself any longer. Staring into the depths of her hazel eyes, he couldn't deny her, couldn't break her heart once again. If she wanted her life to be with him then he would happily oblige, and if one day she wanted more than he could give her he would walk away no matter how much it hurt him to do so.

"I love you," he whispered, bringing one of her hands up to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on her palm.

"I love you, too," Buffy repeated, a solitary tear falling down her cheek before she laid her head back down on his chest.

"Stay with me?" spoke Angel in a gentle murmur, knowing that his request would convey to her that he was finally offering himself to her for as long as she wanted.

"Forever," she breathed out in a heavy sigh, smiling against the smooth expanse of his chest, fighting the desire to either weep in relief or get up and do a happy dance. Instead, she settled herself into Angel's embrace, slowly allowing herself to drift into the first peaceful sleep she'd had since her resurrection.

Angel felt her body relax and knew that she'd fallen asleep. He marveled at the feel of her in his arms after so long. It was as close to heaven as he ever thought he'd get. There were still doubts in his mind. He still wondered if staying was what was best for her, but he couldn't walk away this time. He couldn't stay away when it only seemed to hurt them more.

With that in mind, he too slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Buffy crept quietly out of the bedroom, leaving the door open so she could hear the sound of the shower inside. During the middle of the night, they'd both awoken and made their way into Angel's old bedroom. After slowly making love to each other they'd again fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Now, while Angel was showering Buffy moved far enough away from the room so she could just barely hear the water running. She peered behind her to make sure she was alone before pulling her cell phone out of her shorts pocket. Quickly, she dialed the phone number she'd memorized and waited for an answer on the other end.

"Hello?" a gruff, half asleep voice spoke.

"Hey, it's me," Buffy replied softly.

"Do you know what time it is?" the male grumbled at her.

"Yes, I know," she sighed and shook her head.

"I take it all went well," he asked her.

Buffy grinned at the question. "Uh huh. It went...perfectly." Well, maybe not perfectly, she though to herself. It hadn't been a stroll in the park, but at least she'd finally gotten through to Angel.

"Good, glad to hear it, girl," he smiled even though she couldn't see it.

"Yeah, and don't forget-," she started to say.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I didn't see nothing, and I don't know nothing. He'll never find out about your little plan," her co-conspirator chuckled at the end.

"Thanks, Gunn. I appreciate you helping me out," Buffy spoke sincerely, knowing he probably didn't like deceiving his boss.

"You're welcome. This makes us even now. Ya know that, right?" he told her, thinking back to three and a half years earlier when the petite, depressed girl had saved his ass from a gang of vamps.

"I know," conceded Buffy, rolling her eyes at his statement.

"Good, just makin' sure. Now go be with your man," Gunn ordered her with a laugh.

"Oh, I plan to," smirked Buffy. "Bye."

"Later, girl," spoke Gunn before hanging up the phone.

Buffy ended the call and stuck her phone back in her pocket. A small pang of guilt went through her at what she'd done to prompt Angel's trip to Sunnydale. She felt bad for deceiving him and making him think she turned into a Playboy Bunny, but bottom-line, it had worked. She'd finally gotten him to listen to her, really listen. That was all that mattered. Maybe someday she'd tell him about her treachery...then again, maybe not.

Shrugging her shoulders, Buffy shook off all serious thoughts and strolled back towards the bedroom, whistling a happy tune as she went. As she entered the room, she glanced toward the bathroom where the shower was still running. A wicked smile played across her lips as she thought of naked Angel all alone in the big shower. Shedding her clothes she sauntered toward the bathroom, licking her lips in anticipation.

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THE END!

Disclaimer2: didn't mention these earlier so I wouldn't give anything away: I have no association with Playboy, and I have no idea if there is a porno magazine called 'Flesh'...I just made it up.

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