Angel wasn't sure how long he had danced slowly with the beautiful blonde under the night sky, but it felt like forever and simply not long enough all at the same time. The rain was still falling down, but only just so, and in light spurts. His hair was wet, hers more so and it was curling slightly at the ends in a handful of spots. The smell of vanilla mixed with the wet grass, fogginess around them. Her dress was wet, droplets of water splattered on her nose, on her shoulders; on his as well, down his back, he could feel a fat trail rolling down his chest as well... pooling up a bit where their bodies brushed together.

Something in the universe felt to shift when her head tilted up, the look on her face like she could read his every thought. He could feel her tense up just for a moment but then the corner of her lips turned upward. Her small hands squeezed the back of his neck and used him as leverage to lift up slightly, bringing her lips up to meet his.

Angel's hands slid from her waist to grab her ass, lifting her up, never breaking contact between their fused mouths. He felt her smile brighter and warmth spread throughout his entire body. Somehow this felt like the most natural thing in the world.

OoOoO

Buffy tasted like vanilla and like sugar, just as he'd imagined. Her lips, her throat, her neck... every inch of her he'd tasted so far was sweet and smooth and he couldn't get enough. Her hips moved in a circle and she made the sexiest sound he had ever heard in his life as she rubbed against his growing erection.

Tugging on his hair, she led his lips back to her own and rolled her hips once more before her legs unlocked from around his waist and she was back on the wet ground in front of him. Her hand tangled up with his and she turned, pulling him behind her as she'd done countless times before.

But, tonight was different.

Tonight, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling in a new light. Tonight, even her fingers lightly holding onto his felt like it could set him ablaze.

Buffy led him out of the yard, back up the step, onto the walkway and right back to his apartment. She spun easily on her tip toes to face him once inside, her arms returning to their former place around his neck. Her first kiss was playful but the intent grew heavier by the second. Together, they moved backwards against the heavy red door until it closed behind his back. When she locked it, any doubt he had about what was going to happen tonight disappeared right then and there.

Her slender fingertips fell from the golden deadbolt to the top of his hip, her fingernail tracing the top of his shorts as their lingering kiss ended and they broke apart for air. She gave him a look as though she was asking permission and he sure and the hell hoped the one he returned conveyed how impossibly he was okay with whatever in the world she wanted. Right now, tomorrow, whenever...

His shorts and boxers were moved lower and lower, her body sinking closer to the ground along with them. He'd almost whacked her in the face when his dick was finally free, popping out into the air and begging to be touched.

He didn't have to wait long for that, her hand reaching him first, testing out how he felt against her fingertips. They danced lightly up his length, swirled around his angry head, then she enclosed her palm the best she could around him. His hips jerked toward her, enjoying the sensation. He closed his hands into fists as she explored. Her hand swirled, pumped, she used lighter touches then put more pressure into it, always looking at him to gauge his reaction.

Once more, she managed to have a look of innocence and playfulness as she worked him and it nearly drove him mad.

Her fingertip swirled around the tip of his penis once more and she leaned her body closer to him. The second her tongue met his shaft, he was ready to explode. She playfully licked her way up to the tip, nearly following the same path her fingers did the first time. She looked up under those hooded eyelashes and he had to closed his eyes before he truly did lose it.

Buffy half-chuckled and even it was a fucking turn on.

She happily got acquainted with his dick, licking, gently nipping at him for a few moments more before taking him into her mouth. Her head bobbed, taking more of him each time.

She released him with a very wet sounding "pop" and his angry manhood bounced up and down a few times almost in protest.

Buffy was back in his arms, her legs circling his waist and he could feel the wetness seeping through her panties as he walked the short distance across the hard floor to the couch. The pillow he'd gotten for her earlier was pushed out of the way, falling down to the floor by his feet. Her knees bent at either side of him and he enjoyed the feel of her in his lap.

As their heavy make out session commenced, his hands unzipped the back of her dress. He eased the straps down and out of the way so it gathered around her stomach.

Somehow, she was even more perfect than he'd ever imagined. He'd had many fantasies about seeing what was underneath those bikini tops and not one of those conjured images compared to what was before him. Buffy led his hands to her and that only made his cock throb. Her body arched into his touch as he cupped the weight of her breasts in his hands, he lifted slightly and pushed them more together earning a moan for the beautiful blonde.

Angel got lost in her. His thumbs couldn't get enough of rubbing over her nipples time and again, how it would make her shiver every single time. He tasted her, sucking on the pink little mountain tops and making her squirm in his lap.

He didn't stop until he felt her hand wrap around behind her, grabbing him once more. Everything seemed to stop and that was all he could focus on. She pumped him once, twice, three times and he groaned loudly. She gracefully pulled herself out of his lap next, off the couch and stood, her dress falling to the floor by the discarded pillow.

Her panties were removed and she stood entirely bare and all he could do was stare for several moments. She almost blushed from the attention and he couldn't help but want to kiss her again.

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Buffy climbed up to the "bedroom" first, he found her bare, laying on her stomach when he reached the top. His eyes trailed down her backside... her loved the side boob view she gave from the position, loved her tan skin, the slope of her spine. Her bare ass, her legs begging to be touched, one up in the air and the other laying flat against the sheet.

Climbing up a ladder and making your way to a comfortable position in such a tiny space was surely not the most attractive thing in the world but you wouldn't think such tonight. He got in the small bed beside her and briefly wondered if this would be comfortable enough. There was literally just a top mattress on the carpeted ground up here.

Buffy tucked her hair behind her ear, her earrings making a small sound as they clanged against each other from the movement. He said her name as though it was a swear word as she sat up, swung her leg over and mounted him slowly. Her face was a mixture of amusement and desire as she stretched, lowering onto him until he was fully seated inside her core. Her head fell back as she used her hips to start lifting back up and then down again she came.

As her speed increased, he happily watched her breasts bounce along with her movements. Leaving the flesh of those perfect hips, they went to her creamy mounds again. As soon as his thumbs met her nipples, she leaned forward and her clit found the perfect angle to rub against him as she rode.

One hand flew up to the wall and the other clawed at his chest as she got closer. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples with reckless abandon. It made her twitch and squirm as she bounced harder and harder on his pole. "Oh, God," Buffy moaned. "Please."

His hips moved on their own, thrusting up to match her.

She clenched around him so hard that it damn near hurt, she jerked up then down and up again, her arms and legs trembling when his hot sperm shot up into her.

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Still breathing heavily, Buffy waved a hand in her face trying to cool down. "Why in the hell was that not on the list of things we could do together?"

He half laugh, half panted.

"Holy shit," she laughed.

"Trust me," he swallowed. "That has been something I've wanted to do with you for some time now," he told her. He closed his eyes and tried to suck up air into his lungs.

Buffy's head turned toward him, he could feel her eyes on him. "Really?" she questioned.

"Yeah," he breathed out.

"Huh," she said then for several moments all you heard was their combined heaving breathing.

When he opened his eyes again he dared look over at her and damn near felt his cock harden again. That fucking look was going to be the end of him. Now more than ever as he was forever going to tie it tonight. "Is it really that surprising?" he had to ask.

"Well, yeah," she answered. "I've been saying for months, hell almost since we even met, that there was no way you'd like me... like that. I've been trying to be okay with the fact that we're just friends and that was going to be okay."

It was his turn to be surprised at that. "Easter," he finally breathed out, still struggling but it was getting easier. He thought about opening the window at the other side of the "room" but that was still too much work.

"Easter? Easter what?"

He'd told Jenny but never thought he'd really be telling her. "On Easter, you stood outside. You were dressed as a bunny."

"Uh huh..."

"You never looked happier, except maybe with Christmas and the whole carriage ride thing. But, you just... you were there and then you were so amused too over the bunny tail and... it was sexy and hot but more than that... it was fucking adorable," he told her. "I had a crazy thought of wanting to grab you and kiss you and tell you that you were fucking adorable. And it... it did not go away."

"Are you sure it wasn't just the bunny thing? Maybe ears and fluffy white tails are a new kink of yours."

He laughed. "If only it was that simple," he joked. Turning over he looked at her. She looked so soft, angelic laying there. "You get this fucking look on your face that drives me crazy," he whispered, more serious now. "All I want is to see you smile like that, carefree, happy to the fullest. It makes everything in the world right again. All I wanted to do was see you smile, hell to make you smile. I kept doing anything possible to even be the reason - at least part of the reason - as to why you would."

One hand came up to her mouth, covering it. He reached over and took it back away, holding it with his own.

"Don't do that," he whispered and kissed her knuckles.

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"Are you wearing my tee shirt and boxers?" he asked as she climbed back up the ladder.

Buffy scooted back onto the bed, into his arms. He pulled the light blanket over both of their entangled bodies. "Yes. My underwear is soaking wet - and not from the rain. That's not exactly the most comfortable feeling all the time."

He smirked. He had no regrets over that situation. He didn't mind her donning his shirt one bit either, though he'd prefer her with nothing else underneath. "I went to bed earlier looking down at you, wishing you were beside me," he told her quietly.

"If I hadn't already been passed out I probably would have been having similar thoughts."

He pulled her flush against him, her dick snuggling between the warm slit between her ass cheeks. She purposefully rubbed back against him for a moment. He could imagine how much trouble he was going to be in with this woman from here on out. She already had enough of a time teasing him relentlessly as friends on everything.

"Will you be with me?" He suddenly wanted to ask her out on a date but the words got jumbled as they flew out of his face.

She was silent for a moment which made him nervous. "Like... your girlfriend?"

"Yes," he said quickly.

"You have a wife."

"An estranged wife. A without a doubt will be my ex wife as soon as fucking possible whore of a 'wife'." He didn't mentioned how he suddenly had the feeling of calling his lawyer and telling him the absolute least amount he'd settle on and to just quit fighting her, let her win, let her just about everything just to be done with her. Just so he could focus on the future. He figured that might be too much too soon for Buffy to actually hear, though. "I want you," he whispered after she was silent again.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. As long as you're up for it."

He smiled. "Oh, pillow fights, dancing in the rain, watching your ridiculous medical dramas and listening to you go on and on about your favorite fictional couples and..."

She laughed. "Yes. All of that."

"I've never wanted anything more."

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Angel couldn't help but feel a little nervous when morning came. He woke up to knocking on his door and slipped over Buffy to get to the ladder and climb down. "Hey. Jen."

"Hey. I was just checking on you. It was getting kind of late and you weren't answering your phone."

"Sorry. Hadn't even heard it... alarm, calls..." And that was true. He'd been dead to the damn world. He didn't even know what time it was now.

"Buffy wasn't in here room either. And she's not answering her phone either."

He swallowed. "She's... Buffy's.. she's here."

"She's not in here room..."

"She's in here," he said.

"Angel? Where'd you go. Why aren't you in bed?" Buffy's groggy voice was heard in the background. She must have woken up.

Jenny looked confused then it hit her, her eyes widening. "Ooooh," was all she could say.

"Yeah..."

"Okay." She held her hands up in front of her. "Well. I know that you are both alright then. Food is done. Come over whenever you... you're ready, okay?"

"Yep. Thanks, Jen."

"Mmhmm."

He watched her turn and walk back toward the house and saw a glimpse of Rupert in the kitchen. He smiled and nodded at him before slipping back inside. Buffy peered down from the bed. "Hey there."

She was so beautiful in the morning. He thought about how he'd rather see her just like this any day compared to dressed to the nines. "Hi. Good morning. Jenny said they were looking for us."

"And we were found?"

"Yeah. By Jenny anyway, I don't know if she's over there telling your dad or not."

"Mmm."

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Angel went next door first, he greeted Rupert and Jenny handed him his plate so he went and sat down at the table. A few minutes later, Buffy walked in.

They had taken a quick shower together, both of their hair remained a little damp. He'd gotten changed but she strolled over from his door to theirs in literally just the same black shirt and red boxers as she'd slept in. She grabbed a fork and took a quick bite, walked over and kissed him and then said she needed to find some clothes. She disappeared into "her" room. Jenny almost broke out into laughter, Rupert took his glasses off and began cleaning them once the pieces all fell into place.

Life was certainly about to get a lot more interesting.

The End.

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
Tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside my eyes
That are looking for purpose
There still looking for life...