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A/N: Okay, I forgot that at this point (if this was truly canon) Angel didn't know about the Shanshu making him human yet, but to fit my story, he does know. Chapter 5
“So?” she asked eagerly from the other bed. Slowly Buffy turned in her bed and stared at Willow in question. “So what?” she asked innocently even though she knew what was coming. “How did it happen? I'm not gonna go on with the speech 'how could you be so careless', since Giles can do it so much better than I can. But what happened after you sent me home, you said the glowy people said his soul was bound but I'd like to know what happened after that?” Willow said and after a moment quickly added: “The PG version, please.” Buffy chuckled at her friend even though she wasn't feeling all that humorous since she knew the speech was coming from Giles and some 'Let's show Buffy her place' from Xander. “I'm not sure how it happened. After seeing him with Faith, defending her and holding her in his arms, I was so jealous that I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me. After the police station, I went after him and said some things that were so far from the truth and... Well... You know... Next thing, we are calling you to re-curse him. The oracles said his soul was his but they didn't give any reason before they threw us out. Well, we talked, we're gonna keep seeing each other, do the long distance thing.” “It's not really that long distance, LA is only two hours away”, Willow smiled and then frowned. “What are you going to do about Riley?” she asked with a small voice. A frown appeared to Buffy's face also. “I hadn't really thought about that”, she mumbled, she really hadn't even remembered that Riley existed during the two nights she had been in LA, if someone had mentioned a Riley to her then, she would have just looked at them clueless and asked who was he. “I bet your mind was occupied with other things”, Willow said smirking and then blushed furiously at her own words, pulling a giggle out of Buffy. “You could say that”, she smiled at her friend who turned even more red. “Okay, we better get some sleep before class”, she added smiling widely and Willow didn't protest.
The whole day, Buffy couldn't get Angel out of her head, or more likely the things that he did to her when they last met and the things she was going to do to him once they saw again. A smirk rose to her lips just thinking about it, his long hard body, all lean muscle, broad shoulders, the strong chest that held the flat nipples she couldn't resist tracing with her tongue, his flat stomach that she wanted to shower with wet kisses and languid licks, the powerful thighs and the perfect cock, long and thick, but not too thick just the right size, that she wanted to suck into her mouth and make him release his cool seed to her tongue. She was pulled out of her musing by a slap coming from Willow. She turned to look at her best friend and seeing the look she had on, she couldn't help but blush, she felt like she had all but drawn picture of what was on her mind. “Buffy, try to concentrate. How are you going to graduate if you are wearing your 'I can't wait for the weekend of doing it like bunnies with Angel'-face”, Willow chastised and then herself blushed bright red. “I can't help it, he's addictive”, Buffy whined and hung her head in mock shame. If it was possible, Willow blushed even more. “Well... well... think other stuff... like... like what you're going to say to Riley”, she suggested awkwardly and Buffy's eyes drifted to her boyfriend. “I was thinking about what I'm going to say to Riley... But then I got distracted and I started to think about what I'm going to do to Angel”, she confessed and blushed herself as she realized she had said it out loud. “Umm.... Let's change the subject, shall we”, Willow suggested trying to steer her thoughts back to the class they were in. “Fine by me”, Buffy said and turned to look at Riley, how was she going to break it to him. 'Hi, Riley, sorry but it turns out that my creature of the night ex-boyfriend can have sex with me and it is million times better than with you, so we're just going to throw the stupid excuses of children and sunlight out the window so now he's my current boyfriend and you're just the rebound guy.' Yeah right, that's smooth, she thought to herself rolling her eyes. Seriously, how was she going to explain it without hurting his feelings, she did love him, okay not really love him, more like on the lines as she did Xander only in the kissing way. But her thoughts started to drift towards Angels lips, smooth, soft and oh so perfect against hers, his talented tongue licking her lips, begging them to open before his tongue sneaks into her mouth, dueling with her own tongue. That thought was interrupted by another slap from Willow but this time she couldn't even look at her.
Buffy took a deep breathe and made her way to Riley, she was glad that it was the last class of the day. Riley turned to look at him with a wide smile and Buffy already started to feel like a biggest bitch there was, he was a nice guy, he didn't deserve the treatment she had shown him, like sleeping with Angel behind his back. “Riley, we need to talk”, she started and shifted nervously on her feet. “Could we go to somewhere private? Like my dorm room?” she asked and he nodded, his smile widening. He was sure she had forgotten all about what had happened between him and Faith and now they were going back to things like they were before, hopefully some makeup sex was ahead. They made their way to Buffy's dorm room and as soon as she had closed the door, Riley leaned down to kiss her neck. She shivered and quickly moved away from him, turning to look at him in surprise. “Buffy, what's the matter?” he asked confused of the way she was acting. “We need to talk”, she said sternly and he made his way across the room to her, bending down, he tried to kiss her again but she placed her hands on his chest to keep him away. “What's the matter, Buffy?” he asked more forcefully this time, he couldn't understand why she was refusing him. “Riley, please. We need to talk and it isn't some childish codeword for let's have sex. I'm serious here and despite that, how can you expect me to just get over the fact that you had sex with Faith”, she said and stepped back. “I didn't have sex with Faith, I don't even know her. I was making love to you”, he said and took a step closer to Buffy who just started shaking her head in disappointment. “But I wasn't in my body, and you couldn't tell”, she said desperately, it had hurt her more than she liked that her boyfriend hadn't known who he was having sex with, she was certain Angel would have known. “How could I have known it wasn't your soul in your body?” Riley defended himself. “I knew Giles when he turned into a demon. And when have I ever acted like Faith does? How could you not notice by the way she was talking, acting and by the way she was having sex with you?” she asked desperately, feeling the tears threatening to come but she wouldn't let them, she wasn't going to cry because of Faith anymore. “How was I supposed to know it wasn't you? It was your body, she wasn't acting all that diff...” he managed to say before Buffy raised her hand to silence him. She let out a humorless laugh and suppressed the sob that wanted to surface. “Don't say she wasn't acting so different from me cause I know that is a lie. But whatever, I don't think I can get over this as easily as you seem to think. And that is why I think we better get on with our lives... separately”, she finally finished, voicing what she had tried to tell him before his betrayal surfaced. “What?!” Riley yelped in surprise. “I'm sorry, Riley. I don't mean to hurt you, and I know this is something we can't just get past, I can't get pass it. A relationship is based on trust and after what happened, I can't trust you whole heartedly, you should have known it wasn't me. This is Sunnydale, stranger things have happened than just body switching”, she said and wiped the tears that had risen to her eyes but had yet to fall. “No! You can't blame this on me! Nobody else knew it wasn't you either, none of your friends that know you the best, knew it was you. So how can you expect me to know?” he said desperately, anger showing in his voice and he grabbed her shoulders. “Tara knew and she hadn't even met me yet. And Angel would have known”, she shot back and his face darkened. “It's Angel, isn't it? Xander told me about him, why you so suddenly went to LA. He wants you back and you just leave me to go back into his arms!” he accused with venom in his voice. “This isn't all about Angel. Yes, I love him and I will always love him more than life itself. But this isn't just about him. I'm tired of making other people happy, if it wasn't for Angel, I might not be leaving you and I'd just let the betrayal gnaw inside me. But I'm tired of it, I can't live in a lie and it is not fair to you either.” Riley laughed ruefully. “So this is for my own good? I don't believe you, you just fucked him again and now you want to go back to him till he walks out on you again. Is he really that good of a fuck?” Riley said to her, squeezing her shoulders under his hands, the gentle Iowa boy all gone. “You really don't want me answering that”, she shot back and wrung his fingers off her shoulders. “I think you better leave, Riley. We're over”, she said to him but he didn't seem to be moving and he knew it was best to change tactics. “Buffy, please. Don't do this, we can work things out. I forgive you”, he said with a gentle voice but it only made her face harden. “You forgive me?” she asked incredulously. “Well, I don't forgive you. Riley, please go”, she said and his face darkened, he looked like he was wanting to slap her but finally he just walked out the door, slamming it behind him growling 'slut' as he went. Buffy sighed, it hadn't gone as she hoped but it was done. She turned around and went to the phone, quickly dialing the number she knew by heart but seldom used. “Angel Investigations. We help the helpless”, came Cordelia's fake cheerful voice from the phone and Buffy resisted groaning out loud. “Hey, Cordelia. Can you give the phone to Angel?” she asked as politely as she could. “No. You're not messing with his head again. You may be the big shot in Sunnyhell but I am not letting you drag Angel down with you. He has a life you know. You do nothing but cause him pain...” Cordelia ranted into the phone till her voice suddenly became muffled. “Give the phone back!” she yelled. “Buffy?” Angel soft voice was on the phone and Buffy sighed in relief. “Yeah, it's me”, Buffy said back and all the Cordelia's ranting in the background was gone, all she could hear was Angel. “Is everything alright?” he asked and she could hear him walking, clanking of high heels following till there was a click of a door and all she could hear was his steps. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just wanted to speak to you, to hear your voice. And to tell you that I broke up with Riley”, she said and there was a short pause. “Riley?” he asked and a small smile rose to her lips. “Yeah, I forgot about him too. Does that make me a bad person?” She could hear him chuckling. “No, it doesn't.” He sat down on the couch and rested his hand on his stomach while looking at the picture frame on the table. “I don't hear Cordelia anymore, are you back in your apartment?” she asked. “Yeah, I thought it would be more practical if she wasn't talking next to me, she has surprisingly strong voice”, he answered, saying it politely even though he was thinking that sometimes Cordelia's voice was like nails on a chalkboard to his sensitive ears. “Are you back in your dorm room? Or is this between classes call?” he asked. “Psych was the last class I had today. Willow let me have some privacy, she's spending the day with Tara. By the way, did you get a new table?” she asked with a smirk rising to her lips, not being able to see the same happening to Angel. “Not yet, I don't get out that much when the stores are open”, he answered and glanced at the empty spot in the kitchen, memories of how the table had broke assaulted his mind. “What are you wearing?” he asked huskily, little surprised of himself by the question that came out of his mouth. Buffy raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked down on herself. With a quirky smile playing on her lips, she laid down to her bed, propping herself against the mountain of small pillows. “A light blue skirt that stops just before my knees. And a white blouse, with small flowers in it, I think they are supposed to be roses”, she answered innocently, although she was feeling anything but. “What are you wearing under them?” Angel asked, he could just imagine her laying on her bed in the clothes she had described. “Black lace panties, you can almost see through them”, she whispered to the phone, okay she was really wearing pink cotton panties but he didn't need to know that. He growled at the image he was creating in his head. “What about... top?” he asked, having trouble saying bra, he was a gentleman after all. Buffy giggled, he was sometimes so... old, but it was kind of sweet. “Bra? I'm not wearing any”, she answered huskily, again she was really wearing a matching bra to her panties but she wasn't going to tell that to him. Again he growled, only more loudly, the though of her without a bra in front of school full of horny college boys was not an idea that he liked. “What are you wearing?” she asked huskily and his attention was pulled back to the phone conversation. “Black pants and a blue silk shirt”, he answered truthfully and she giggled. “Dark? Shocking”, she said teasing. “Do you have any idea how wet I am?” she said to the phone with lust dripping from her voice. She could hear him gulping on the other end but her mind was too hazed with lust for her to find it amusing. “Just the thought of you, alone in your apartment makes me wish I was there with you.” “What would you do?” he asked, slowly opening the buttons of his pants, not even really noticing it. “I would push you to the couch, slowly run my nails down your bare chest till I reached your belt. I'd nudge your knees apart before settling between them, quickly opening your pants and pulling out your beautiful, long, hard, thick cock all ready for me”, she said slowly pronouncing every adjective describing his cock, rolling them on her tongue with a husky voice, making Angel groan at the thought of her on her knees between his legs. Slowly she opened the buttons of her blouse before teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra. “Then I'd kiss the head, slowly, twirling my tongue around it, lapping at the wetness of it, savoring the taste, wanting more”, she continued, her own hand making its way down her stomach as Angels pulled out his cock and slowly started stroking it. “And then what?” he encouraged, his voice heavy with want. “I'd suck the head like a lollipop, my hand stoking your thick shaft, while the other played with your nipples, making them hard before scratching my nails across them. I'd take you whole into my mouth, suck you so hard that you wouldn't have any coherent thought in your mind”, she continued, her breathing getting labored and her voice huskier. “Are you touching yourself?” Angel asked, the images she was creating, making him more hard than he would believe just the thought would make him. “Yes”, she whispered, two of her fingers disappearing inside her wet channel. “I'm so wet, just thinking about you”, she continued as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself while teasing her clit. “Think it's my cock inside you, my fingers on your clit”, he said to the phone, his hand pumping faster on his hard shaft, his thumb brushing across the head. ”Oh! Oh yes, Angel!” she moaned as her fingers brushed against her clit imagining it was Angel. She added a third finger, arching her back, she let out a low moan and breathed his name. “Think it's me fucking you, my cock pumping in and out of you”, he said to the phone and heard her whisper his name, he could feel his release nearing fast. As she breathed a moan into the phone, he couldn't stop the deep groan from escaping. His eyes screwed shut as he pumped his hard cock while imagining he was inside her, thrusting into her tight heat. “Cum for me”, he said to the phone, his voice low and full of passion. When he heard her moans and whimpers of release, he shot his seed into his fist, the white seed coating his hand and spurting to his silk clad chest. As her breathing had settled enough, she whispered into the phone, “I miss you.” A small smile rose to his lips. “I miss you too”, he said back and started shedding the sticky shirt off. He got off the couch and headed to the bathroom. “Friday is too far away”, she muttered to the phone with a pout. “I know. It can't come soon enough”, he answered and threw the shirt into the laundry basket. “I could take the bus and come there right now”, she suggested hopefully despite knowing he wouldn't go for it. “No, you have school. I'm not going to come between you and your education”, he said sternly. “It's not like I can concentrate on anything. All I can think about is what I'm gonna do to you on Friday”, she said with a pout, then smirked evilly. “All I can think about is how I'm gonna fuck you”, she said huskily, knowing what his secret turn on was. The moment he heard her say the word, he felt himself instantly hardening. How was he ever going to survive till Friday if she kept that up. “I know what you're doing, Buffy”, he said to the phone while adjusting his ever tightening pants. “And what am I doing?” she asked innocently. “Your education is important”, he reminded her, closing his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts but all he managed was imagining her on the bed, looking flushed from release. “I know it is but...” she started to say with a pout but he interrupted her. “No buts, we will see on Friday. I love you”, he said to the phone and not giving her time to answer, he hung up. He felt like a coward but he didn't know what else to do, soon he would have surrendered to the temptation and sped to Sunnydale without caring about cases he might have or about her education. “I love you too”, Buffy said to the empty phone and put it down with a smile on her face. She felt evil, he had sounded so urgent. She was certain if she just could have given him a few more visuals, she might have been in his arms few hours later. But then again, he would have been guilt tripping on coming between her and her education. She could spend a week without seeing him, it would show the strength of her character, it could be like a test. She groaned, who was she kidding. It was going to be a long week.
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