By Sandee
RATING: NC-17 - smut lots of it!
SUMMARY: Angel/Buffy - This is MY interpretation of the missing scene
from, "I will Remember You," in which Angel and Buffy reunite at long last.
DISCLAIMER: These characters are owned by Joss Whedon, WB and Mutant Enemy Productions. I'm only borrowing them and planned to return a bit happier, but unharmed. Please don't sue. I have less than nothing. In fact, I still owe on my student loans! Actually, I'm behind in my student loans. If they could Citibank would repossess my education.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please send feedback. I would greatly appreciate it and
live for it. It is the reason I write.
DEDICATION: To everyone who begged me to write this. To the Pilgrims who
thankfully landed in America and I got 3 GLORIOUS days off of work plus and
entire weekend, so I was able to write this. I'm sure they had no idea that
their triumph would be used to write smut in the future. Something I'd
probably get hung for and called a witch just for thinking this stuff back
then.
Her tiny hand touched his large one. It felt like lightening surged through
their bodies. Every nerve was standing at attention and their hearts began to
franticly beat, calling to the other. Their passion had been boiling under
the surface since Angel kissed Buffy at the pier. Wildly assaulted her mouth
would be a better description.
After the kiss, they both calmed and decided to comeback to his place and
talk. See where everything was going, to figure things out. They had tried
desperately to push down their wants and desires, be level headed. Something
neither really wanted. The moment they touched to say good-bye. They knew they couldn't or wouldn't ever be parted again. They couldn't take the separation or loneliness. They were lost without each other.
Neither one knew how exactly it started. One minute they were looking at
each other, the next, Buffy was lying on the kitchen table with Angel
securely pressed between her thighs. Their mouth fused together trying to
absorb the other. Trying to swallow away the other's pain and loneliness.
Angel's tongue plundered Buffy's mouth ruthlessly. His large hands holding
her head still, so his tongue could navigate every hidden crevice. Buffy's
hand entwined into his softly spiked hair, as the other clutched to his body.
She prayed with everything she was or ever will be that this wasn't a dream
and their lives could finally be full of happiness.
He couldn't get enough of her. She was a drug to him and he was addicted.
Angel felt like he was experiencing everything for the first time. His human
body still being new to him. He pressed harder into her soft body trying to
ease his ache, Angel moved insistently against her welcoming center. He
wanted to rip her clothes off and bury himself deeply. He wanted to, the only
thought coming to his head was, *fuck her silly.* And that was exactly what
he was going to do.
She could feel him pressing his hardness into her center, rubbing the still
clothed area. The seam rasping over her enflamed flesh. Buffy wished
desperately their hindrance of clothes was gone and she could meld with him.
She was aching for him.
They both needed to feel the other's skin and their hands began to grope.
Buffy's tiny ones slipped under Angel's black shirt, rubbing the small of his
back. Angel could feel her fingers tracing patterns on his lower back
brushing lower every time until her fingers slipped under his waist band.
They travel around the material and satiny skin until they were attempting to
release the button and lower the zipper that confined his hardness. Sighing
with relief, Angel felt the overwhelming confinement of his erection loosen
as Buffy lowered his fly.
The white sweater, followed by the black tank top underneath was easily
thrown aside. Angel's large hand slipped up Buffy's smooth stomach caressing
the soft warm skin. He loved how his new warmth blended into her and with
each touch their passion and warmth increased. His able hands glided against
her skin eliciting soft moans and little sparks of heat that centered in her
aroused core.
Finally, Angel brushed Buffy's breast. He watched mesmerized as he rosy
nipple puckered more tensely with anticipation. She watched as he lowered his
head to sip the little bud into his mouth. Buffy arched closer to his eager
mouth and a surge of moisture seeped from her center, making her pulsate. One
of her hands held his head closely, while the other dragged his shirt up his
back. They parted briefly, both letting off a groan of displeasure from the
momentary parting of bodies. Angel latched back to Buffy's other pillowy
breast, teasing her nipple.
"Angel," she gasped with need and impatience. Buffy removed her hands from
his strong body and slipped them between their feverish bodies. All she knew
was her body was on fire and throbbing for him. She fumbled with her snap and
zipper trying to lower them, so she could kick them off and fell Angel inside
of her where he belonged.
Angel felt Buffy wiggling under him. She pulled away from his alluring body
to help rid the rest of their clothes. She was so wet, that she could feel
the warm stickiness on her thighs through the soaking satin panties. Buffy
struggled to get her pants off. They were stuck and she couldn't figure out
why. Her brain was fogged with passion and lust; it didn't register why she
was having trouble until she felt Angel removing her boots.
Angel noticed Buffy having trouble and helped her remove her boots. He then
quickly bent and unlaced his and toed them off kicking them aside along with
his cumbersome pants. As he straightened up, he admired her light brown patch
of curls. She was so wet and open for him.
*Oh, God, I can't believe she is right here,* was all Angel could think.
His eyes were dark with wild passion and he couldn't wait any longer. He
needed to fuse with Buffy's body and soul. Angel's cock was excruciatingly
hard and throbbing. His body screamed for release, the kind only she could
ever give him.
Buffy could feel the table give a slight creak when Angel climbed back on,
blanketing his strong body over her petite frame, their warmth mingling once
again. She was about to alert him to the noise when she felt the silky head
of his cock brush her slit. All Buffy could do was inhale sharply at the
pleasure and anticipation of their joining.
Supporting his weight with is arms; Angel's body covered Buffy's as much as
he could without crushing her. Their eyes met, deep chocolate brown and
shimmering hazel, speaking volumes silently to each other. Telling each other
how much they missed the other. Angel leaned even closer to Buffy. His mouth
was just a breath away when he whispered to her, "I love you. I never want to
be without you again."
Feeling her heart clench at Angel's words, Buffy needed him desperately.
They had spend enough time apart, reaching for the back of Angel's head she
closed the gap and their lips met. She could feel his hard shaft at her
dripping entrance. Lifting her hips and pulling her knees closer to her body,
Buffy demanded silently for Angel to hurry up.
He could wait no longer, feeling Buffy's body opening for him; Angel thrust
his steely cock in one firm stroke, deep inside Buffy. He glided luxuriously
into her wet, tight, velvety channel with a deep groan of satisfaction. They
were finally united, becoming one again, never to be separated. Angel held
still letting Buffy's tiny body stretch to accommodate his girth, reveling in
his joy of being finally complete.
Angel stretched Buffy completely. She could feel her body opening,
welcoming him home. He stroked into her causing her rapid breath to catch in
her throat, then holding still for her to catch up with him. He was so big
she ached and throbbed internally from his size redefining her.
Neither of them could hold off any longer and both in unison began to move
counterpoint to the other. Angel tried to be gentle for Buffy sake still
thinking her ever fragile. His tempo of slow strokes quickly became more
rhythmic, rapid thrusts. Thrust after thrust and thrust again the lovers met,
driving against the other building their passion. Higher and higher, bodies
and souls, soaring together pounding against the other seeking release. Angel
was making a deep groaning sound that mixed with Buffy's tiny shrieks.
The kitchen table shook violently. Each thrust causing a new creaking
noise, as two naked, slick bodies writhed on top of it. Franticly trying to
sate their passion. Buffy ran her nails down his muscular back feeling the
rippling movements each deep thrust cause. Angel grunted, thrusting deeper
into Buffy's willing body. Sweat beaded on his flushed brow. Angel's hands
roamed Buffy's feverish flesh causing her flesh to heat even more.
Buffy felt herself slipping, rushing to something wonderful. Then all of a
sudden the table gave a loud crack and it broke. Now she really was slipping
and tumbling to the side of the table with Angel still firmly attached to
her. They both landed ungracefully in a heap next to the rebellious table.
"Are you OK? Angel immediately asked looking down franticly checking out
Buffy to see if she'd been injured.
"I'll be fine once we get to finish what we started."
"But Buffy, maybe we should go into the bedroom?"
"No buts," she said flushed and aroused and just moments from a mind
blowing orgasm. She wasn't about to take anymore time to move. Buffy quickly
grabbed Angel, shifting her position and straddled his hips impaling herself
again on his hard cock. Buffy used her hands as leverage, she was almost to
climax despite the rude interruption. Quickly, she started to grind her
swollen clit on Angel's pubic bone, while sliding up and down on him seeking
release.
A bit taken aback at Buffy's quick moves, Angel stared at Buffy in awe. She
was his goddess, everything he could ever have hoped for. He could feel her
lush core tighten at her approaching orgasm. Helping aid Buffy's movements,
Angel firmly grasped her hips. He franticly pounded upward into her wanting
to join her.
Buffy could feel her entire body tense with each glorious movement of
friction between their bodies. She was right at the edge. Her muscled clamped
down hard on Angel's straining erection. The tension snapped. Buffy came
screaming her release, repeating his name over and over. "ANGEL!… ANGEL!…
ANGEL!" Her body came in strong waves that rolled through her entire body
causing her to shudder uncontrollably.
The moment Buffy's body clamped hard on Angel's thick shaft, he began to
sporadically trust into her slippery channel loosing all rhythm, just driving
towards completion. Hearing Buffy scream his name, sent Angel over into
release. He pumped a few more sporadic times, spilling himself into her
welcoming depths, feeling her internal muscles rippling around his cock,
milking it of his seed. Angel's body tensed and relaxed now deeply sated with
Buffy lying limply against his chest.
Buffy lay languidly against Angel's expansive chest coming down from their
incredible high. Her heartbeat was finally slowing along with her breathing
when she heard it for the first time. Joy overwhelming her.
"Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump..."
Tears filled her sparkling eyes as she pressed her head closer to Angel's
chest. It was the best sound she'd ever heard. His chest moved up and down
with each exciting breath. She'd never get sick of listen to him breath or
his heartbeat. She lay there not wanting to ever move.
Angel felt hot tears fall on his already damp flesh making him concerned.
"Buffy? Are you alright?" he questioned, stroking her tussled hair. He was
worried he'd done something wrong or hurt her in some way.
"I'm perfect," she rubbed her fingers over the sound feeling the vibrations
below. "I'm just listening to the most miraculous sound I've ever heard, "
she moved slightly smiling down at Angel just before capturing his lips in a
tender kiss.
Angel pulled her body closer, tightening his arms around her possessively.
He responded to her tender kiss, feeling so many things. He could barely sort
any one of the joyous feelings out to name them.
Pulling away, Buffy sighed, "I've never felt better." Buffy settled back
onto Angel's chest listening to everything she had ever dreamed of and more.
"Angel?"
"Hmm?"
"I think you are going to need a new table," she giggled, looking at his
questioning face.
"It was totally worth it," he smiled, amused.
The two lovers lay entwined with each other for a while longer until Angel
finally moved. He gently shifted moving Buffy into his arms as he moved to
stand up. He carried his beloved package to his bedroom where he planned to
worship her as long as they lived.
End Of Scene