Unleashed

A fic by: Angel's blue eyed girl

Rating: Do you really need to ask?? ;) Definitely an M

Disclaimer: Joss owns all I own none, but I seriously wish I owned Angel and Angelus! YUUUMMMM!!

A/N: Thank you to Viv for beta reading this for me. *hugs*

A/N 2: Okay now to give a shout out to my buds. I love to nudge other fics and there are some really good ones on this site right now. Here is a list of my "MUST-READ" fics. AngelBuffy-17, has "Our True Nature"JennCvice has "No Deliverance, OyHumbug has a "Hunger" and others and Chyna Fox has several too that are awesome…all of these gems are under Angelus/Buffy. I totally recommend them.

Under Angel/Buffy, we have Vixangel and her fic "Broken", Brandi Rochon has "Vampire Fairytale", Helmi1 has two that are amazing, "Ghosts of the Past" and "Just One Night", Esmerada007 and OyHumbug has several B/Angel fics here that are great, as does my bud redrider6612. Red has an incredible fic called "Shanshu Fulfilled" that's simply a 'cannot miss' and of course anything elaine 451 writes is just awesome.

So there they are a few of my faves…check 'em out. I can promise you WON'T be disappointed.

Now…On with the show. This is the last part to this fic, so I hope you likey…

Xoxo,

Jen

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Unleashed

Part 3

Underground Parking garage of the Water and Power building…

The car came to a sudden screeching halt and Angel stumbled out thanking the Gods he was immortal. He stepped away from the deadly machine and gaped at Buffy. "How did you ever get a license?" Suddenly his eyes narrowed. "On second thought, do you even have a license?"

"Do you?" Buffy shot back as she got out of the car and tossed him the keys.

He caught them easily and put them in his pocket, determined to never, ever give them to her again. "I can actually drive though," he said, without answering her question.

Buffy pouted. "We got here in one piece, didn't we?"

He gave a short bark of laughter. "Barely." He rolled his eyes at her gasp of outrage. "What? You almost ran over that old man in the wheelchair, remember?"

She looked down at her feet. "The sign said 'Don't Walk'…he shouldn't have been walking."

He waited a beat and then said, "He wasn't walking—he was rolling."

Her head snapped up and she scowled. "You know what I meant." His lips twitched and Buffy felt a smile tug at her own too, before she reminded herself she was mad at him and her brows drew down again. "As much as I'm enjoying your newfound sense of humor…anytime you want to stop teasing me would be fine. It's not like I didn't warn you." She crossed her arms. "And what happened to…'Oh, don't worry Buffy, your driving isn't going to give me any grey hairs,' hmm?"

He laid a hand on his chest and shivered a bit too dramatically for Buffy's taste. "That was before I actually had to ride with you!"

Putting her hands on her hips, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Ha ha. Very funny. Come on, you're a vampire—scary things are your gig...you're acting like you just got off Mr. Toad's Wild Ride!"

"Baby, Mr. Toad has nothing on you," he said, and his hands went to his hair as he leaned down to look into the side window and pantomimed checking for gray hairs. "Damn, I wish I could see—do I have any? That was a pretty harrowing ride."

She rolled her eyes. "You know you don't, but go ahead… keep it up and I know something else you won't be 'getting any' of either!" she said with a smirk of her own.

His head whipped her way and his brows drew down, but then he realized she'd never follow through with that threat—she'd be punishing herself as well as him. "You're bluffing," he said and knew he was right when her smirk turned into another pout. She turned her back on him and he wondered if he'd taken it too far. "I'm sorry baby, really…you weren't that bad," he placated, taking her into his arms.

She leaned back to look at him, but he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face and she gave him another eye roll. "You're just saying that aren't you?"

He chuckled. "Yeah," he admitted. "You're a terrible driver love, sorry, but you are beautiful, an incredible Slayer and an amazing lover." He leaned down to look in her eyes. "And I love you. Am I forgiven?" he asked with a smile and twinkle in his eye that had, once upon a time, been foreign to her, but was fast becoming as familiar as her own smile.

Buffy laughed, unable to resist his 'charm-smile'. "Oh, you're so forgiven," she said as her heart rate went into over-drive.

He kissed her. "Good," he said when he raised his head. "But you're still a terrible driver."

Buffy smacked him playfully. "Next time, I'm getting on the freeway…" she grumbled, but burst into laughter when his look went from teasing to genuinely horrified.

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Marty's underground lair:

"How soon can we go?" Angel asked the blue skinned, red eyed demon.

Marty shrugged. "I can open a portal at any hot spot in L.A. There's one over at MacArthur Park, but…" He glanced at the handsome vampire. "With your allergy to sun—that might not be the best thing for you, man...at least until dark."

Angel growled and checked his watch. "It won't be dark for another two hours. We really need to get this handled. That goddess could be wreaking all kinds of havoc by now."

Marty shook his head, sending the long, spiky quills that grew there waving. "I'm just sayin'…MacArthur Park is the best bet. But it's your choice."

"We'll go when it's dark," Buffy spoke up, causing Angel to shoot her a disgruntled look. She gave him a sugary sweet smile and asked, "Unless you want me to drive again?"

His eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently. Just the thought made him shudder. "No, um…that's okay. We'll go at night. It's…safer."

Buffy wasn't sure if he meant because of the sun or her driving, but she had a pretty good idea it was the latter.

Marty smiled at his two guests. "Okay, anybody up for Pinochle while we wait." He grabbed a deck of cards and winked at Buffy. "Penny a point…"

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Later: MacArthur Park.

Angel gripped his claymore tighter as he looked at Marty. "Are you sure I'll be able to open this again from the inside?"

The jovial demon nodded. "Angel, you know I wouldn't steer you wrong, man. You saved my life. Demon dimensions are easier to open from that side." Buffy still looked skeptical and Marty smiled at her, showing off a row of yellow pointy teeth. "If it makes you feel better, I'll come back in let's say…three hours if I haven't heard from you yet. Okay?"

"Sounds good," Angel said and took Buffy's hand in his. "Hold tight—the last thing I want is for us to get separated."

She slung her bag of stakes and various other weapons over her shoulder and took his hand. "Alright, let's do this," she said, all Slayer now.

Marty raised his arms and began to chant. "Genero beneficium ianua porta Durok." A huge explosion sounded and an electric spark crackled around them, the air seemed to swirl, then a huge hole opened up in front of them.

"Ready?" Angel asked, holding her hand and his sword in equally tight grips.

Buffy took a deep breath and nodded. "As I'll ever be," she replied, and together they jumped into the portal.

It was like being sucked into a vacuum and then spit out. They felt weightless for several seconds before falling a few feet above the ground to land in a heap of tangled limbs with Buffy on top of Angel.

"Ooomph," she grunted, as the wind was knocked out of her for a second.

His arms went around her and he peered up at her. "Are you okay?" he asked, searching her face for any signs of injury.

Buffy resisted the urge to kiss him. "Fine. You?" she asked sitting up and dusting her hands off on her jeans.

"Never been better, except…" He looked down at his hand. "Dammit, I don't have my sword anymore," he said rising to his feet. He noticed the guy chained to the wall. "Then again…maybe I won't need it. You Aros?" he asked.

Buffy realized her bag of stakes and weapons was gone too. "Great so we have no weapons," she hissed, standing up. Her eyes landed on who she hoped was Voluptas' lover. He was tall, taller than Angel even, with jet black hair, a mustache, goatee and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Buffy could understand the missing of this guy—he was very handsome.

A growl from beside her stopped her wandering eyes. She glanced at Angel and noticed the look of jealousy—it was the same one she'd had when she thought of Cordy getting so close to Angel. She took his hand. "Come on—you're so much hotter," she whispered. A grin tugged her lips upward when Angel quieted immediately.

He gave her that sexy half smile of his and turned his dark eyes back to the man being held prisoner. "You never answered my question, are you Aros?"

The God raised a haughty brow. "Yes, and you are?"

He sounded way too arrogant for a guy chained to a wall and Angel smirked. "We're your rescue team…"

"You?" he scoffed, eyeing them up and down. "A vampire and a human?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "And just how do you expect to do that? Are you going to kill the Empress Erida?" He yanked at his restraints. "Her magic is powerful and these are magically enforced. I'm a God, don't you think I'd have been free a long time ago if they weren't?" He turned his noble nose up at them. "You should be bowing to me—not standing there spouting nonsense." He laughed bitterly. "Rescue me…yeah, right."

Buffy raised a brow and crossed her arms. "Not really in the bowing mood and since you're kinda chained to that wall, you might be a little nicer if you want our help."

Just then two hulking demons rushed out from a door they hadn't noticed before.

Angel rolled his eyes. "I knew this seemed too easy," he muttered, putting his back to Buffy's, so they could watch every angle of their opponents.

The lovers circled warily, watching the huge beasts. They were easily seven feet tall each and had red horns and eyes. Each wore metal breast plates covering their chests. Their pants seemed to be made of chain mail and they each had a sword and a battle mace in their hands.

The first demon looked from Aros, then back to Angel and Buffy. "You know you aren't supposed to be here, don't you?"

Buffy shrugged, "I don't really follow any rules. It kind of comes with the whole Slayer gig."

The two identical demons looked from her to each other and then back to Buffy. "The Slayer?!" they said in unison.

Bookend demon on the right crossed his arms and gave bookend demon two a smug look. "See. I told you it was her." He eyed Buffy up and down. "Thought you'd be bigger though…you look bigger on the tube."

Buffy frowned. "The…huh? Did you say the tube?"

Bookend demon on the left nodded at his twin. "Fine, I owe you twenty goulash," he muttered before looking back to Buffy. "You sure are scarier looking on the tube."

Buffy and Angel exchanged looks. What the hell were they talking about? She got into a fighting stance. "Look not to cut this meaningful and…strangely bizarre conversation short, but I'm here to take him…" She nodded her head at Aros, "back with me. Now if you guys are cool with that, great. If not…" She raised her fists. "Can we just skip to the fighting? 'Cause, I'm kind of on a tight schedule here…"

Watching her, Angel realized how much he'd missed seeing Buffy in action. Her little puns and quips—she was as cute as she was deadly. But Angel knew something that most of her opponents didn't. Buffy distracted her prey with her witty remarks while she sought out their weaknesses. It was the one thing she and Angelus had in common.

Demon number one smiled. "Why do we have to fight? Hey…" he said spreading his arms. "We're fans. I'm Chet and this is Jim. We watch you on the inter-dimensional sci-fi channel all the time. We told you, you're our favorite super-hero-chick."

Buffy shook her head and frowned at them. "Super…hero…chick…right…" She glanced at Angel. He was smirking. She rolled her eyes. "O—kay, so let me get this straight…In this dimension, I'm a television star?"

Jim nodded. "Yeah--a real hit."

Angel didn't know what to make of this. "And it gets weirder…" he said softly.

"Understate much?" she said to him, before turning back to the demons. "Well, I'm…um…glad you guys enjoy the show, but like I said, I'm kind of on a schedule…so either fight or get out of my way."

Jim scratched his thick skull, "Aw, come on, we don't wanna fight. We'd rather get your autograph."

Angel laughed softly. "Her what...?"

Buffy was at a loss, this was just too weird. "How about I give you my autograph if you let him..." she looked at Aros again, "go...hmm?"

The two demons hemmed and hawed. "We can't do that--The Empress would have our heads--literally, but we could agree not to tell her we saw you, if you guys just leave."

Jim bobbed his head. "Yeah, we'll just go back in that door and pretend we didn't see a thing...after we get your autogragh that is."

Chet nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we wouldn't want to fight you anyways. You kick some serious ass and..." His red eyes roamed Buffy from head to toe."Look totally hot doing it too." He looked at Angel. "I especially liked the episode where she kicked your rear-end to hell and back! Man, she really opened a can of whoop-ass on you didn't she?"

"Well, let me show you just what that feels like," Angel growled and stepped forward, not sure if the demon was insulting him or not, but damned sure the ass-hole was checking out his lover. He wanted to pound every inch of his three hundred plus frame into a bloody pulp.

Buffy laid a calming hand on his arm. "Well, you must have missed a few episodes guys, because this…" She swung her chin at Angel, "Isn't Angelus. He's Angel…"

Jim and Chet nodded. "Yeah, the vampire cursed with a soul. Forced to wander the world and atone for his sins," they said in unison.

"Man, that sucks," Chet said.

"Yeah, tough break. How's that working out for you?" Jim asked.

Angel looked from Buffy back to the twins and frowned. "I deal," he said, wondering if this conversation could get any more bizarre and just then it did.

Chet slapped a hand to his forehead. "Oh, hey…she still doesn't know about the day that never was, huh Jim?"

Jim gave a hoot. "Nope, don't think she does." He gave Angel a hostile look. "That was freaking sad, man. Really, it should've had a tissue warning or something."

Buffy frowned. "The day that—what?" She looked at Angel. "Do you have a clue what they're talking about?"

Angel felt sick as dread slithered its way up his spine. "No," he lied, punching Jim in the face. "Enough with the talking thing…I say we fight now." He glanced around. "Who's up for fighting?"

At that moment a tall, dark haired woman swept into the chamber. Chet and Jim fell to their knees. "Empress…" they said, bowing and scraping.

"I see we have guests," she said as her bright green eyes flitted over Buffy. "Is it true? Is she the Slayer?"

Chet and Jim nodded and groveled at the same time. "Yes, Empress…"

She smirked. "Wonderful, she'll be a fantastic addition to my collection, won't she?"

Buffy was getting the feeling she was trapped in bizarro-land. "O-kay and you are…?"

"That's Erida, my bitch of a captor," Aros spat, venom blazing from his cerulean eyes.

"What do you mean addition to your collection?" Angel asked, moving to stand by Buffy's side.

The Empress let her eyes slowly roam over Angel. "Now aren't you just a big hunk of vampire beefcake." She tapped her lip with her finger. "Hmmm… Angel, right?" she said taking a step closer to him. Her eyes traveled over him in a way that made Angel feel naked. It was disturbing, and he barely resisted the urge to pull his jacket more protectively around his body. "Beautiful," she murmured. "I can see why they say you have the face of an angel…" She clapped her hands suddenly causing Buffy and Angel to jump. "Oh, this is so exciting! I will have them both!" She rounded on her guards and cuffed them upside their identical heads. "WHY didn't you summon me immediately? You know I'm always looking to add to my collection."

Buffy didn't like the way the bitch was checking out Angel and what the hell did she mean collection? "Okay, this is beyond creepy now." She turned to Angel, "Feel like being part of a collection tonight?"

He had no intention of being this woman's anything. "Wasn't really planning on it," he replied.

"Good, then how about we kick their asses?" she said, glaring at the woman who was undressing Angel with her eyes. "Starting with her," she snapped.

"I'm free," he said casually, and leaped at Chet—or Jim—he wasn't sure which.

Buffy spun and kicked the Empress, sending her sailing back to crash against the wall.

Angel was making short work of the book-ends. He was now in possession of a mace and a sword and was beating them back with speed, agility and a breathtaking show of strength that made Buffy get hot all over again.

"Don't let her touch you," Aros called out, bringing Buffy's attention back to the Empress. "Her power is in her touch—if she grabs you, she'll suck your energy and you won't be able to resist her will."

"Thanks," Buffy said, batting away the bitch's hands. She'd already been dosed by the touchy-feely once this week. She was sure this time wouldn't be as pleasurable as Voluptas' spell. "Unh-unh-uh, no touchy," she quipped and spun on her heel, backhanding the woman across the face.

The Empress staggered back, then snarled and let out a bellow of rage. She grew in size and her face shifted to that of a demon. "BITCH!" she roared, and charged at Buffy. The Slayer leaped agilely at of her way and tripped her.

Erida went down hard. "You tripped me!" she raged.

Buffy blew her hair out of her face. "Oh I'm sorry, do you need a time out?"

The Empress disappeared and reappeared behind Buffy. "No, but you might," she smirked and punched Buffy in the small of her back.

Buffy fell to her knees, gasping for breath, but when Erida charged her again, the Slayer quickly leaped to her feet and somersaulted over the Goddess' head. She landed behind the enraged demon and landed a hard kick to Erida's backside, sending her sprawling to the dirt again. The demon Goddess howled with fury and Buffy grinned. "I'd feel sorry for you, but since I'm fresh out of sympathy, I guess I'll just have to kick your ass!"

Erida swirled and disappeared again, this time she materialized directly in front of Buffy and at a full run. Knowing she wasn't going to get out of the way in time, Buffy squared her shoulders and prepared her petite body to absorb the blow…it never came.

Angel was finishing up Chet, when he saw Erida charge Buffy. He shoved the big demon back and leaped at the Empress, tackling her to the ground. He grabbed her shoulders and pinned her. "There's two ways this can go—the easy way, where you give up…or the hard way, where I hurt you. Your choice…"

Her face shifted into that of a wolf and she snarled and bared huge white canines at him. Angel reared back when she tried to rise up and bite him. He avoided her bite, but she did manage to scrape his side with her fangs. It burned, but it pissed him off more than it hurt. "Why do they always choose the hard way?" he snarled and vamped out. Using the extra boost from his demon, he grabbed her by the head and with a brutal twist, snapped her neck. The crunch of bones breaking froze everyone in the room.

Buffy gaped at him for a heartbeat before she went back into action. She rushed over to where Aros was, but the dark haired God was kneeling on the dirt floor of the cave. The magic keeping him chained had died with Erida.

He raised his eyes and smiled. "You did it. I'm sorry I doubted you," he said with as much humility as a God would allow. "Now that I am free…" He got to his feet and waved his hand. Chet was flung across the room. He hit the wall with a thud and fell to the floor, unconscious. Jim followed suit and Aros pointed at Angel who was just getting to his feet. "Get him and let's get out of here."

Buffy rushed across the room and helped him up, fussing over him until he finally growled at her that he was fine.

"Hey, I'm not the one who tried to bite you. So don't have to go all grr on me, mister, now let me see your side," she demanded.

He sighed and lifted his shirt. "Sorry, but you were poking me...it hurts," he said, rubbing his ribs.

Buffy pushed his hands away from the wound so she could see it. "Don't be a baby and apology accepted," she said pulling his shirt back down. "It's a scrape, but not serious." She glanced at Aros, "Will he…?" She shrugged. "I don't know, freak out or anything from her bite?"

Aros moved to check Angel's side himself. "She didn't penetrate your flesh with her canines, did she?" Angel shook his head, but Aros sighed. "Just in case…" he said and held his hand over the wound. It tingled and Angel glanced down at his side. His eyes widened as the wound bubbled and something pink gushed out of it.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, looking down at the wriggling pink goo.

"THAT," the God said, kicking dirt on the writhing blob. "Is her poison, she'd gotten some in you after all. You would have been under her thrall and with her dead, you would have gone mad."

Angel frowned, "Seems to be a lot of that going around lately, huh?" he said looking at Buffy.

She nodded. "Yeah, too much…"

"Are we ready?" Aros interrupted. "Not to be rude, but I've been trapped here for what feels like forever. I'm anxious to leave."

Buffy and Angel nodded and with that the God waved his hand. They began to flash and shimmer and Buffy felt like a thousand butterflies were in her stomach and crawling across her skin. She watched as Angel started to disappear and reached out for him, but when she opened her eyes, she realized they were in Sunny-Fields cemetery. "Okay, that was cool, but in a 'weird-tingly-so-don't-want-to-travel-like-that-all-the-time' kind of way."

Angel's skin was still crawling. "No kidding," he said, suppressing the urge to brush off his jacket.

Aros flashed a smile and shrugged. "It beats the bus."

At that moment a shadow fell across them and Voluptas entered the clearing they were standing in. Her blue eyes filled with tears as she stared at the man with Angel and Buffy. "Aros…" she said and rushed across the grass to throw herself in her lover's arms.

He grabbed her around the waist and spun her in a circle. "My love…I didn't think I'd ever see you again," he whispered, before lowering his head and kissing her deeply.

Feeling like a voyeur, Buffy turned to Angel. "I think we've done our duty here and let me just say we might want to beat feet before she decides to do any touch-feely stuff." Buffy's cheeks flushed. "I've seen how her magic works and this could get embarrassing."

Voluptas looked over at her Champions. "Thank you," she said softly. "I'm sorry for deceiving you, but I had no choice."

"Deceiving—?" Buffy's eyes widened. "You knew I'd go after Angel and that we'd—" Her face flared even redder and she coughed. "Um…find your boyfriend over there, didn't you?"

Voluptas nodded. "It was my only option, Erida's magic kept me from entering her dimension."

Buffy scowled. "You cold have just asked for our help, ya know?"

She gave Angel and Buffy a mysterious smile. "Let's just say I saw a way to kill two birds with one stone…" She glanced up at Aros, "I wanted my love back, and I knew you you'd understand my pain," she said to Buffy alone. "And you do, do you not?"

Grudgingly the Slayer nodded. "Yeah, I do," she admitted, glancing at Angel.

Angel's brows were drawn down in a frown. "Pretty damned risky…how did you know about my soul?"

Voluptas chuckled huskily. "Your Powers That Be aren't the only beings who know what's happening on the earthly plane. You and your Slayer are pretty famous on the inter-dimensional gossip wires, you know? It's quite divine. A vampire in love…and with a Slayer of all things! That's the kind of thing fairytales and romance novels are made of." She brushed her thumb along Aros' goatee. "It's what our love is made of." She gazed up into her lovers' blue eyes. "I never stopped searching…hoping you'd come back to me."

He cupped her cheek in one large, calloused palm. "I know, but you know Erida— magical chains and blocking spells were her specialty." Voluptas nodded. "She's dead, by the way," Aros went on. "But her collection is still there as captives. We must go back and free them."

"Yes, poor things—to be robbed of love…it's terrible," the Goddess said, laying her head on her lover's chest.

Buffy glanced at Angel. "She wanted to keep you too, you know?"

Angel made a face. "Yeah, I know. Ugh."

Voluptas sighed. "Because he's beautiful and Erida liked beautiful things," she said, looking at Aros. "But she would have drained him of his love and made him her slave. It's what she does."

Aros agreed and said, "Yes, the only reason I didn't become enchanted was because I could heal myself of her poison." He held out his hand to Angel and smiled at Buffy, "Thank you, if there's ever anything we can do to return this debt—just ask."

Voluptas hugged Buffy to her. The Slayer went stiff waiting for the heat to spread through her, but it didn't come… She glanced up at the Goddess. "You can control your curse?"

"Yes, I hope you can forgive me for turning your life and your town upside down."

Buffy sighed. "I guess, but it's over, right? I mean I'm not going to have to worry about people going wacky anymore, am I?"

"No," the Goddess said. "Once I leave, the affect will go too." She turned Buffy by the shoulders so that the tiny blond was looking at Angel. "And it all worked out in the end, did it not?"

Buffy nodded slowly. "Yeah, it did." She glanced over her shoulder. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the Goddess whispered. "Remember, love isn't always easy. Sometimes it hurts too, but with courage and faith, you can overcome the obstacles set against you."

"Why do I get the feeling you know more about me and Angel than you're letting on?"

The Goddess winked. "Like I said, yours is a love legends are made of and…" She laughed softly. "It doesn't hurt that your Powers owed me a favor…"

Buffy's jaw dropped, but before she could ask just what the hell she meant by that, Voluptas had walked over to Angel. "Love her and tell her the truth. She deserves to know what you sacrificed for her," she said to him.

His eyes widened and he couldn't help but wonder just how many people knew about a day that supposedly never happened?!

Voluptas took her lover's hand and smiled at Angel and Buffy. "Be good to each other," she said and just like that, the God and Goddess flared white before their images shimmered and disappeared.

Buffy was suddenly exhausted. "Do you have to go back to L.A. tonight?" she asked, leaning against Angel as they started walking back towards town.

"I have no way to get there. My car is still back in L.A. and it's too close to dawn to—" He noticed she was beginning to frown at him and realized she wanted a more romantic answer. "No," he said, stopping and tilting her chin up at him. "I still have keys to the mansion…" He leaned down and kissed her. "Wanna play hooky with me tomorrow?" he asked, nibbling his way down her jaw to her throat.

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. "I thought you'd never ask," she whispered, moving her hair out of the way to give him better access.

He chuckled and gave her scar one last taste before he took her hand and hurried through the cemetery towards Crawford Street. On the way home a kiss here and a look there wasn't enough to satisfy, so it really wasn't a surprise that by the time they were closing the door to the mansion behind them, they were already kissing, groping and pulling at each other's clothes.

"Angel," she panted as his hands slid up her shirt and he placed wet, thrilling kisses down her neck. "God, I need you—can't wait for the bed…"

"I know," he muttered, lifting her and backing her up against the door. His hands went to the fastening of her jeans and he growled as he realized he'd have to let her down in order to actually get 'in'.

Realizing the problem and just as impatient for them to become one, Buffy wriggled out of her jeans as quick as her feet hit the ground. "Hurry," she said, kicking her jeans off and pulling at the zipper of his pants.

Angel yanked at his belt. "Dammit," he cursed when it suddenly seemed he'd developed all thumbs. Finally, he growled and just snapped the belt in two.

Buffy giggled, but was in wholehearted agreement with his haste. She licked her lips as his erection burst free from the confines of his pants. "God, you're beautiful."

Angel's eyes went gold and he lunged for her. He slid his hands under her rear and lifted her. "Wrap your legs around me," he growled and moved her against the door. With one hand he kept her tiny frame pinned there, while the other gripped his cock and guided it to her wet heat. He rubbed the weeping tip against her opening and groaned when she tightened her grip on his hips and pulled him into her.

"Jesus," he breathed as he slid all the way in.

Buffy moaned low and deep as he filled her. "Yes," she gasped, as he buried his head into her neck and his lips found his mark. "Oh God, Angel…you feel sooo good," she crooned.

Angel desperately tried to discipline the urge to just pound into her, but her inner muscles were already clenching around him and he wanted to just let go so badly.

Buffy made up his mind for him when she tangled her hands in his hair and pressed his face into her neck. "Don't wait. Do it—so close…I want to feel your fangs…"

He grunted his acquiesce and began to plunge in and out of her in long fast, furious strokes that lacked his usual finesse, but quickly brought them to the edge of blissful oblivion. He wanted to slow down, but he couldn't. "Buffy," he growled, sucking at that small spot on her neck that marked her as his. "I can't hold back anymore."

"Then don't. Just do it," she demanded, as tiny fluttering tingles began to spread through her body, signaling her upcoming climax.

Angel let his face shift. He purred softly as he laved her flesh with his tongue. "I love you," he whispered, then bit into the tender flesh of her throat.

Buffy shrieked and arched against him, biting his shoulder as an explosive orgasm ripped through her. Angel groaned as his own release hit him the second her sweet blood flooded his mouth. He gave a final thrust and emptied himself inside her.

Neither could move for several moments. He kept his face pressed against her neck, purring and licking at her bite until it started to heal. Finally, he raised his head and smiled crookedly. "Mmm…do you think we can make it to the bed now?"

Buffy smiled just a goofily. "Maybe, if we hurry…"

"Hurry?" He laughed. "I don't think I could hurry even if I wanted to," he said and kissed her on the tip of her funny little nose, before he let her slide down his body. They both whimpered when his softened penis slipped from her body.

Buffy's knees wobbled and she held onto Angel's biceps to keep herself from sliding to the floor in a puddle of Buffy goo. "Whoa, I think my legs melted," she said and giggled. "That was...wow."

"Yeah, I think that about covers it," he said, placing his palms against the wall to steady his own rubbery legs. His eyes were clenched shut and he was gasping for breath he didn't need and somewhere in his over-pleasured mind, he was stunned to realize only Buffy made do that—feel alive. Like a man, rather than a monster. When he felt sure he could walk, he took Buffy's hand intending to head for the bedroom. He took two steps, realized his pants were still around his ankles and chuckled. "I think I lost my brains as well as my control," he said with a rueful grin.

Buffy put her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggle, but as her eyes traveled over him, her laughter faded. He really was gorgeous. He was still dressed in his long leather jacket and shirt, yet his pants were around his ankles and Buffy was sure no other man could wear that look without coming off as comical. But Angel pulled it off and looked damned sexy too. She licked her lips as that never ending ache began to pulse between her thighs again.

He couldn't help but notice her staring and felt his body respond. Buffy's eyes focused on his swiftly rising penis. She'd never really watched him like this and it made her hot. Her tongue came out again to wet her lips and without realizing it she gave a soft growl as his cock jumped in response to her attention.

Angel gritted his teeth. "Stop it or we won't ever get to the bed."

Without warning Buffy dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her in surprise. "Buffy, what are you—?" He broke off with a gasp when she took him in her hands and rubbed his erection against her cheek.

"So hard, but so soft…" she whispered and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock.

His head banged off the wall behind him and his eyes snapped closed when she took him into her mouth. "Oh Christ…'" he whispered. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held onto her head, wanting to feel her mouth on him, but not wanting her to feel she had to. "Buffy, you don't—I mean we could go shower—"

She raised her head and gave him the most erotic smile he was sure he'd ever seen. "I can taste myself…" She scrunched up her face in a confused frown. "I thought that would gross me out, but it doesn't." She licked her lips and gave him another smile that could only be called lascivious. "It's hot—I'm all over you. You're covered…in me," she said and bent her head to taste him again.

His body tightened with lust. "That's so…sexy," he said, then sucked in a harsh breath when she opened her mouth wide and took half his length down her throat. His fingers clenched in her hair and he looked down at her, watching as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time she went down on him. "Jesus baby, you make me crazy," he growled, gritting his teeth as every nerve ending seemed to spring to life, sizzling with pleasure.

He'd just climaxed and yet he knew he was going to come again and quick. She'd never done this for him before—well she had, but that was on the day that wasn't. He wasn't counting that—it still hurt too much. But, as she playfully tried different techniques on him now, he was reminded of that day and how she'd learned to pleasure him with her mouth. She'd been so enthusiastic; it had taken her an amazingly short time to have him practically in her thrall. A natural, he'd called her then—she still was.

She moaned softly and took him almost all the way down her throat, while playing with his testicles gently. He couldn't help but notice that, while amazingly good, she hadn't expounded on the experience she'd garnered that day. She was learning him all over again. It pleased him immensely. "Buffy—so good," he murmured, clutching at her head, wanting to thrust all the way in, like he had by the end of 'that day', but he held himself in check, letting her control the pace.

Buffy squeezed her thighs together as the throbbing ache got so intense she wondered if she might orgasm just from sucking on him. She re-doubled her efforts; glad Angel was her first in this too. She'd always wondered if she'd actually enjoy doing this, but as usual, with him…it was delicious. She moaned, and noticed how his body quivered, so she did it again. He gasped and she felt his fingers clench even tighter in her hair, his belly clenched and he gasped for breath. She did it again and he arched into her mouth, this time crying out her name in a breathless voice that made her wet. She took him deeper and hummed this time.

Angel's head thrashed from side to side. "Oh God," he choked out, his knees wobbled and he fought the urge to come right then and there.

"Mmmmmm," Buffy moaned around him again and this time when she teased his balls she slid her finger behind his scrotum and began to pet him there.

"Oh shit!" he yelped and his eyes bulged. He tugged at her hair. "Buffy, stop—" She just took him deeper as her busy tongue and fingers brought him closer and closer to the edge. "Stop…baby…I'm—" She hummed again and he began to babble. "So close—you have to—gonna come—Buffy, if you don't—" He bit his hip hard enough to draw blood and he tunneled his hands deeper into her hair. "Buffy…I'm going to come in your mouth," he finally got out.

She let him go with a soft plop and grinned up at him. "Go ahead; I want to taste you…" She smiled when she heard him inhale sharply. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she relaxed her throat and took him all the way down this time. She gave a deep, throaty purr and bit him very gently.

That did it for Angel. With a gurgled cry, he shouted her name, convulsed and ejaculated into her willing mouth.

Buffy continued sucking him, swallowing convulsively until she'd gotten every drop. It wasn't what she'd expected, Angel was cool, and fresh, a little salty, but not bad like she'd heard it could be. "You taste so good," she said, giving him a tender kiss, before she released him.

Angel closed his eyes and swore he could find religion in her mouth. It was heavenly. She'd just blown the top of his head off and he felt numb. "I can't think right now…" he said with a long sigh. "That was…what did you say earlier? Wow? Yeah…that was…wow!" His legs gave out then and he slid down the wall, tired, but perfectly content.

Buffy scooted back until he was sitting in front of her, his long legs stretched out on either side of her. She felt quite pleased with herself and it showed in her smile as she crawled up on his lap. "So did I do that right?" she asked, but her grin said she knew for a fact she'd done just fine.

He raised a brow. "Fishing for compliments?"

Buffy giggled. "Was I that obvious?"

"Considering I can't walk and even if a Gormlack demon burst through that door right now..." He smiled and reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "I couldn't get up. You'd have to defend me," he teased. He trailed his knuckles down her face and cupped her chin. "I love you—you're amazing. Does that answer your question?"

Beaming with pride that she'd made this powerful man weak as a kitten, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes," she breathed and leaned forward to kiss him. "I love you, Angel…so much, sometimes it hurts."

He pulled back and his dark brown eyes met and held her gaze. "It won't anymore. I promise," he said and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was still shivering from his explosive climax and her hot little body on top of him was just making him horny all over again. He needed to gather his energy.

She worried her bottom lip. She wanted to know where they stood now. Was he staying or going back to L.A. permanently? She was nervous to bring up the topic so soon, but as usual, Buffy wasn't known for her patience. "How long can you stay," she finally asked, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.

Angel sighed and opened one eye. He wasn't going anywhere—and not just right now. He loved this woman with everything inside him—even his demon wanted her, and Angelus didn't love anything, but he desired Buffy above all others—that said something. He ran his thumb over her swollen lip. "Does forever work for you?" he asked, giving her that half smile that never failed to make her feel giddy.

Swallowing her tears, Buffy felt her throat close at those longed for words. How many times had she dreamed of hearing him say that? Only like a zillion, she thought, answering her own question. It was everything she'd ever wanted. But did he really mean it this time?

"Are you sure? You promised me forever once before and not to be the girl who blows the 'big-happy', but I can't go through you leaving me again, Angel."

"I know, but it's different now. I tried to live without you—it didn't work." He brought her head down and kissed her gently. "I love you, Buffy. You're my girl and if you want me—I'm yours."

Buffy's smile was so radiant; Angel realized he didn't need the actual sun to feel bathed in sunshine, just seeing her smile like that made him feel more alive than an actual heartbeat ever could.

"Forever works, I can totally do forever," she breathed, basking in the love she saw in his eyes.

He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "When I promised you forever, I meant it." He sighed. "Leaving didn't change my feelings for you—not even death could do that." He cupped her face in his hands, "'Gráim thú go bráth', Buffy," he said and kissed her again, almost like sealing their vow.

"What does that mean?" she asked, loving the way his accent had changed when he'd said that.

"It's Gaelic. It means I'll love you forever."

Buffy practically hummed with happiness. "Forever…I like the sound of that," she said and laid her head on his chest.

Angel smiled and tucked her under his chin. "Forever was the point, wasn't it?"

She nodded. "Took you long enough to get there…" she mumbled.

He chuckled, and his arms tightened around her. Sooner or later, they'd make it to the bed, but right now he was content to just hold her. Things wouldn't always be easy for them—hell they'd NEVER been easy for them, but as long as she loved him, he'd do his best to give her that forever she wanted…

The End.

Okay…I know it's fluffy, but I happen to LOVE fluff. Well smut AND fluff. lol! If I wanted heartache—I'd just watch IWRY. Hope you guys loved the fluff as much as I loved writing it. THIS is how our fave couple should have ended, with hope for a future… :) :) :)