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Chapter 2
”Buffy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just lost it, I shouldn’t have done that to you”, Angel explained going after her. ”What I said to you was a lie, I was hurt and I wanted to hurt you”, she said miserably. He grabbed her shoulders turning her around to look at him. ”Buffy, we need to tie me up before it happens”, he said to her, looking her straight into the eyes. She nodded and asked: ”And where are we going to find some chains?” He went to the living room and pulled out a pair of chains from a trunk. Buffy tied him into the bed post and made sure the chains would hold. ”That’s a good look for you”, she said smirking evilly. ”Buffy”, Angel sighed chastising her. ”I know”, she whispered back and went after her cell phone. Quickly she dialed the number and anxiously waited for an answer. ”Willow. We have a big problem. I need you to come to LA and bring the curse”, she said all in one breathe. She sat down sighing, she closed her eyes and shook her head to clear it. ”Yes, Willow, THE curse. Come as quickly as you can, please”, she said and hung up. She gave a long exhausted sigh and glanced at Angel. Despite the fact that she was starting to panic, she couldn’t help thinking that he looked delicious, chained to the bed. A small smirk rose to his lips when he could smell her arousal. Buffy saw it and frowned. ”Has anyone ever told you that that whole smelling thing is just annoying?” ”Once or twice.” The time went slowly by and before they knew it, it had been an hour. ”Angel”, Buffy whispered and took a step closer to the bed. ”Yes.” ”When we talked about it, you loosing your soul, you said it hurt. Why do you still have your soul?” she asked uncertainly. Angel seemed to just realize it and he looked at Buffy, surprised. ”I don’t know, Buffy.” Buffy’s face grumbled. ”It’s me, isn’t it. I don’t make you feel perfect happiness anymore”, she whispered with a cracked voice. ”No, baby”, he denied and tried to get up to wrap his hands around her but the chains stopped him. Frustrated he fell back to the bed and looked at Buffy. ”Buffy, it can’t be that. Because let me tell you, that was perfect happiness. I don’t know why I haven’t lost my soul, but it wasn’t because I didn’t experience the happiness. Because you are my happiness, you make me complete. I love you and I can’t stop.” A tear rolled down her cheek and she stepped closer to the bed, kneeling next to it. She looked long into his eyes, trying to find if he really was Angelus and just playing with her head. But she saw nothing but features of Angel in his eyes. She leaned even closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. ”And I love you. No matter what I try, I can’t stop. I can pretend that I have moved on, but I haven’t in my heart. I’m never going to get over you”, she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks freely. ”If I could, I would take you into my arms and hold you. But it’s better that I can’t, we don’t know for sure there’s no danger.” Buffy gave him a small smile. ”You’re probably the only guy that thinks with his head and not with his… junior”, she said humorously but finished awkwardly. ”Buffy, an hour ago, I wasn’t thinking at all”, he answered feeling ashamed. ”Angel, don’t go there. It wasn’t your fault.” ”Yes it was, you tried to stop me”, he insisted. ”Angel, if I tried to stop you, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I could have stopped it happening, but I didn’t, because I wanted it too damn much.” Her eyes were flooded with tears that she wouldn’t let fall. She reached out her hand and traced his cheek with her fingertips. ”Willow will be here soon, she can do the curse again. We have nothing to worry about”, she said with a teary voice and tried to smile failing miserably. ”He’s not getting out this time. But Buffy…” Buffy looked at him expectantly. ”You should put some clothes on, I don’t want HIM seeing you like this”, he continued and Buffy looked down on herself, her black tank top was torn to the side revealing her black bra and she was only in her panties since her trousers were in shreds on the floor. She looked at Angel blushing. ”Oh… I didn’t bring any change clothes, you know.” Angel looked away from her face, feeling ashamed and aroused at the same time. ”I’m sorry, Buffy”, he said still not looking at her. ”Don’t worry about it. I never liked them anyway”, she said and moved to his closet. He looked at her, feeling his member come to life when she bend down to pick something up. She pulled the torn tank top off and threw it where the pants were lying and she pulled on his old shirt and boxers. She was drowning in both of them but he had never seen anything so sexy and his cock was agreeing with him. He shifted nervously, this was not the time for dirty fantasies, he was about to loose his soul and all he could think about was taking her again. Buffy turned around and her gaze caught the tent in the sheets. A small smile tucked her lips and she licked them slowly. Angel watched, mesmerized, when her pink tongue came out from between her lips and slowly wetted them. ”Buffy”, he whispered with a gruff voice and she felt a warm tingle pass through her body. She was about to come closer to him when there was a knock and Willow ran through the door. ”Do we need to get started?” she asked and blushed when she saw them, Angel tied into the bed and Buffy wearing his clothes. ”He hasn’t lost his soul. And we don’t know why”, Buffy answered and quickly ran to her friend pulling her into a comforting hug. ”Maybe, if it doesn’t happen we should go to see the oracles. We’ll wait till tomorrow to be sure”, Angel suggested. ”Are you sure you can stay that way that long?” Buffy asked concerned. ”Wouldn’t be the first time”, Angel muttered but with a low enough voice that the others wouldn’t hear him. The next day came, and so did the evening. After the sun went down, Buffy and Angel headed towards where the Oracles resided. They went inside the portal and Buffy looked around in amazement. “What did you bring us, lower being?” the male oracle asked. Buffy looked at him funny, she didn't like what he was calling her. Angel sensed she was getting anxious and annoyed so he placed his hand on hers, calming her down. Buffy looked at him, giving a small smile. “It's a Ming vase”, Angel said and threw the vase to the oracle. He looked at it with very criticizing eye but decided to accept it. “Very well, what do you want, warrior?” he asked and looked at Angel shifting his gaze to Buffy. “I had the moment of true happiness but I didn't loose my soul. I... We want to know why.” The female oracle came forth and looked at Buffy very closely. The she shifted her gaze back to Angel. “The soul is yours. It has been bound to you. The demon may not come forth unless powerful magic has been done.” “But...” Angel started but he didn't have time to finish when the male oracle said: “You have had the answer you were looking for, do not waist our time.” And in a flash they were thrown out of the room. “Friendly aren't they”, Buffy said dusting her pants. “That they are”, he said and pulled her standing. “Yeah. But now we know that your soul is permanent, no more fear, we can do what ever we want to”, she said, her voice getting huskier by every word she said. Quickly his eyes were filled with lust and his mind was racing with possibilities of what he could do to her. “Yeah, we can, what ever we want”, he said with a low voice and grabbed her by the waist pulling her against his body. Buffy smiled and pulled his head down into a kiss. The kiss was full of fire and passion. He grabbed her ass and she jumped into his lap, wrapping her legs around his thighs. He pushed her against the first solid object and started to ground his hips to hers. She could feel his arousal rubbing against her core and she moaned from the sensation. Angel released her lips and groaned against her neck. He started to lick and nip at the skin, feeling even more aroused by the new mark in her skin, the mark he had just done twenty four hours ago. But after a while he came back to his senses. He softly kissed her neck and let her back down to the ground. “I can't do this, not here. I want to make love to you in my bed, not in some dingy room below a post office”, he breathed out and Buffy nodded. The way back to his place was going to be much longer than coming to the oracles was. Buffy and Angel barely managed to get inside his apartment when they attacked each other. Their tongues dueled and hands roamed every part of their bodies they could touch. Angel pulled her back into his lap and squeezed her ass. They bumped into every solid object that was around them, trying to get a good position or anything to release the pent up energy between them. They didn't stop kissing while trying to get rid of their clothes. Buffy tried desperately open his shirt buttons but they wouldn't participate, so she ripped the shirt open, finding the smooth skin. She raked her fingernails across his chest and he groaned into her mouth. They were against the refrigerator which gave her a very strong deja vu feeling. “Angel”, she moaned and let her hands wonder down his back, grabbing his firm ass. He groaned and abandoned the place they were in, settling on the table. He lowered her down to the table and rid himself from the torn shirt. He fumbled with his belt, since when had it been so hard to get his belt buckle open. Buffy smiled and placed her hands on his, slowly opening the belt and ripping it off from his pants. It was soon thrown over her shoulder and he attacked her mouth. Pulling her to the edge and ripping off her pants with her underwear. Quickly she opened his zipper and pulled his manhood out. She stroked him with firm hold but he had no patience, he grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her against him. His cock nudging her opening. “I love you”, she whispered and he said it right back. Right after, he plunged into her dripping wet heat. They moaned in unison. She put her hands on his face, keeping him in place, watching him as he started to move inside her. Her eyes closed but he whispered with a gruff voice: “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked at him, he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He wanted to go slow but it was impossible, soon his movements were fast and hurried. He moved inside her in a furious pace and she met it with just as much amount of passion. Neither of them heard the table squeak, they were too lost in each others bodies. They started to feel the edge closing, the final bliss, the sweet release. “Drink”, Buffy commanded and pulled his face towards her neck without slowing the pace. “Buffy...” he started to protest but she wouldn't have it. “Do it.” Angel felt his face change and he licked the skin around the new scar. Slowly he sink his fangs to her neck and drank down the sweet nectar. She shouted her release and arched her back, nearly laying into the table. He came right after her, spilling his seed inside her body. But he didn't stop his movements, he was slowing down but he was still pumping into her, milking every last drop of his seed inside her. That's when the table cracked and they fell to the floor among the pieces of the broken table. Angel looked at her, she was smiling happily, her hair glued to her forehead. “I love you”, he whispered and wiped the hair out of her face. “I love you too, forever”, she whispered back, grabbing hold of his hand and bringing it to her lips. She pressed a soft kiss to his fingertips and felt his member rise to life once again against her leg. “You are insatiable”, she said with a smile. He smirked back at her and answered: “And so are you.” He kissed her lips before taking her into his arms and carrying her to his bedroom.
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