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Chapter 13: Passion It had been nearly a week since Buffy had seen Angel. She had talked to him on the phone every night but it only made her more anxios to see him. Everything with Wolfram and Hart had been quiet and that made them both worried. The bus didn’t move fast enough for her and she was counting the minutes till she would be in LA.
“Hey stranger.” “Hey yourself”, was the gruff response. He leaned closer and kissed her slowly and sweetly. When he pulled off, she smiled at him eyes twinkling and whispered: “That was worth the wait.” He pulled her closer and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk business.” “Ooh... I love it when you talk business”, she laughed and earned a small smile from him. “Be serious, sweetheart”, he chastised and she just rolled her eyes. “Do I have to?” “Yes, I found a nest and I believe they are the ones behind the disappearances of those high school students.” “Okay, business before pleasure. But I demand some serious smooching for this”, she treathened and tried to keep a straight face. “It will be my pleasure”, he whispered and lead the way.
“Angel, what is that?” she asked and turned to him. He looked just as puzzeled as she and shrugged. “I don’t know, but I don’t like it.” They looked around themselves but there was no one. The chanting got louder and Buffy started to feel light headed. She swayed on her feet on pressed her palms to her forehead, trying to get her head back together. “Buffy?” “I don’t feel so good”, she whispered right before her legs gave out and she started to grumble to the ground. Angel was there in a flash and catched her before she fell. But the touch of his cool skin seemed to burn her and the heat traveled through her body. She breathed sharply and took a step back. She steadied herself into a tombstone and looked at him feeling a stir of panic. The chanting suddenly stopped. A heat ran through her body as she looked at Angel with hooded eyes. “Angel, what is happening?” she asked and took a step closer to him. He did the same and lifted his hand to trace his finger along her cheek, not touching. “Something has happened, I can feel you in every fiber of my body, more than usual. I feel powerless, to stop...”, he said and leaned into a kiss. Buffy kissed him back and soon the kiss was full of passion and want. He pulled her closer and forced her to take steps back till her back hit a tombstone. He abandoned her lips and traced his lips to her neck, sucking his mark. She groaned and grabbed a handful of his hair, flexing her fingers and fisting them again. “Angel, we have to stop”, she said feeling out of breathe, feeling only him and his body. “I know. But I can’t stop”, he said and pressed his lips to hers. But they got control, they pulled away from each other and tried to stay out of reach. They looked at each other, both feeling the passion rise within and the power it held. “We need to talk to Wesley”, he said. “Yes”, Buffy agreed breathing hard, the long kiss had left her breathless. “Let’s go back to the car.” They started walking but soon she grabbed him, pushing him against a mausoleum and attacking his lips. Again the kiss was long and passionate but they managed to pull away. “You take the car, I walk. We can’t be in a car like this”, Buffy reasoned but Angel shook his head, he didn’t like it. “No, I can’t just leave you here”, he tried to protest but she lifted her hand to stop him from continueing. “I can take care of myself. We’ll meet back at the office”, she said and took off running. For a while Angel struggled to go after her but finally desaded it was more wise to let her go alone.
“It is done”, he said and his smile only widened.
They all were in the so called research mode and they were trying to find anything to work with since they didn’t have much information to go on. Buffy lifted her gaze from the book and licked her lips while watching Angel read. Her hand slowly disappeared under the table and crept to his thigh. Angel closed his eyes involuntarily and surpressed a groan. Her fingers were making lazy circles and dangerously closing towards his crotch. Angel was about to move on her when Cordelia stepped forward looking as intimidating as she could. “That’s it, hands off. Buffy, you sit on the other side of the table”, she commanded and Buffy did as she was told but she didn’t like it. Her lip pushed into a pout and she was gloomy like a child that was grounded. She tried to concentrate on the reading but it was no good. She lifted her eyes and saw Angel looking at her with lusty eyes. She gave him a seductive smile and reached her hand to him. When they were about to touch, Cordelia stepped between again. “Get a grip you two. Sit on your hands or something!” They both glared at her but she didn’t seem bothered. Again they tried reading but it didn’t come as a surprise that the attempt was no good. Buffy let a shoe fall off her foot and slowly she started to run it up against his leg. His eyes closed and he took a sharp breathe. He kept looking at her with heavy lidded eyes that promised things that they shouldn’t be doing. Slowly she let her foot glide up and then little down his leg but slowly making it’s way towards the goal. “I’ve had it! Buffy is coming home with me and you keep an eye on him!” commanded Cordelia Wesley and pulled Buffy out of the chair. “But I don’t want to”, Buffy tried but in vain.
“Are you all calmed down?” she asked through the door. “Yes. I think I should try to sleep. Maybe this will be over tomorrow”, came Buffy’s defeated voice. “Okay, let’s just hope so”, Cordelia answered and settled on the couch. She put on a her latest chick flick, fighting demons and trying to get a career going really didn’t leave much time for watching movies. She had to stay awake in case Buffy tried to make a run for it. But what she didn’t know, was that Buffy had opened the window and was climbing out of the window. She looked down, she really didn’t want to fall since it was too big fall to survive even for her. She took a calming breath and started descending down floor at a time. When her feet touched the solid ground, she sprinted into run, she had to find Angel, she needed him and that was the only thought in her mind. Buffy crept into Angel’s apartment. She had passed the sleeping Wesley on her way and from the even more powerful tingling in her body, she could feel that Angel was near. She stepped into his bedroom and seeing him laying on the bed made her mouth water. “Angel”, she whispered and he looked up, he didn’t look surprised because he had felt her prescence even more powerfully than ever before. “Buffy.” He leaped to his feet and in seconds he was standing right in front of her. “I know I shouldn’t have come”, she said and looked up, into his eyes. “But I couldn’t stay away. I was pulled here, I can’t resist anymore”, she whispered and a tear rolled down her cheek. He caught the tear with his thump and gently cupped her cheek. “I know the feeling. Everything I ever felt before, I can feel it so many times greater, I can’t resist it. Every second I’m not touching you, I feel like I’m gonna die.” “We can’t do this. I should leave”, she said shaking her head but she couldn’t move. “Yes, you should”, he agreed and slowly leaned closer to her, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss started slowly, gently and lovingly but soon it was full of passion and longing. He grabbed her tighter, bringing her closer to his body and crushed his lips to her. She tightened her grip on the back of his neck and wrapped her other leg around his. The kiss was more fiery every moment and they were moving on their lust and love for each other. Angel let go of her lips, letting her breathe. He attacked her neck, licking, kissing and nipping at it, making her shake with want. “Angel”, she breathed out but was silenced by his lips. Their hands were roaming everywhere and he pulled her into the air, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. She didn’t even take notice they were moving till she was gently laid on the bed.
“Good morning, lover”, he said with a wide smirk on his lips. Buffy stared at him with wide eyes, fear consuming her. “Angelus.”
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