RATED: NC17

I wake from an erotic dream of Angel to find my face nuzzling into his lap. His erection is hard against my face. I feel an answering wetness between my legs. I want him so badly it hurts. I can smell his scent clearly, but it has a new flavor, a hint of sulfur. I realize that after he got out of Hell, he came immediately and looked for me. He still smells of Hell. Surprisingly, I don't care, with it being him, even the sulfur scent is erotic!

I sit up before I drive us both to distraction. He looks at me. I see desire and need in his eyes. He missed me too. I smile at him and slid under his arm and place my hand on his thigh. He relaxes.

"I thought you were a dream" I start the conversation. He is going to be hell on conversation now. Cryptic guy is back. "How are you back from Hell?" I ask him softly. I realized I was stroking his thigh absent mindedly. I can't keep my hands off of him. I am afraid he will disappear. He doesn't seem to mind my touches, so I continue, except he is having a problem putting his sentences together. I slow town my touch after I realize my stroking his leg distracts him. He tells me of Hell and his trip to the Summerland, and meeting the Goddess Cerridwen, and Jenny.

"I thought I lost you forever!" I cry to him as the tears start. I cry, for the last six months when I thought he was in Hell, and before that when he had lost his soul. I cry for the pain of my betrayal of him. I cry for the fact I had several times almost killed myself, and would never had gotten him back had I done so.

He grabs me in his embrace with his right arm and crushed me to his chest in an incredible grip. I have to wiggle to be released so I can breathe. "No Buffy, I thought I lost you forever" He tells me. I can hear the pain in his voice. If I didn't know better I would think he was near to crying until I see blood tinged tears welling up in his eyes. He is crying! "I knew I was in hell. I knew you would never go to Hell. I knew I would never see you for eternity. I couldn't even wait until you crossed over!" He hugged me tight again. "I love you. I know we have a lot to work on and through, but I want you in my life, permanently." He looked surprised at his statement. He spoke before he was able to censor himself

My heart stopped. Did he just say what I think he said? He wants me in his life permanently? What happened to Cryptic Guy who told me, we could be nothing? He loves me...

"Are you proposing to me?" I blurt out. I love the idea, but I can't believe that he even wants to make us date, never mind 'permanently'! I lick my lips nervously. This was the man who said love between Vampire and Slayer was impossible. Who has gone three weeks and say 10 words to me. What if I misunderstood him and all he wants to be is friends? I am hopeful and terrified at the same time.

"Yeah." He says slowly, as if he is just thinking of it himself. "I guess I am." He looks at me shyly with his cute little boy smile. "Will you marry me?" He looks scared, like he thinks I'll say no for some reason. Like right. I love him. I want him in my life for as long as I live. To Hell with everyone else!

"Yes Angel." I kiss his hand as I tell him, before he gets more scared. He stared at me until I had to remind him to drive. I snuggled up next to him as we drove along, content in our love with each other.

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We dropped Willow and Xander off at their respective houses. Giles we dropped off at the library as usual. My mom wasn't too happy about being dropped off since I wasn't moving home with her. Angel was confused as to my plans. I smiled. I loved surprising him.

He hesitantly asked me where I wanted to go. I told him "Take me home with you Angel." I stroked my hand up his thigh from the knee to upper thigh. I watched him swallow hard. He is so cute all flustered. In the past he would just run from me if I flustered him. "Are you sure about this?" He asks. I laugh "Yes, I am sure Angel." He just nodded.

The sun is nearing dawn, and the sky is lightening. Angel is squinting as we drive toward his apartment. I worry about him. I am sure in 240 plus years he knows how to avoid killing himself in the sun, but it is making him wince.

We drove up to the apartment and he just parks the limousine in a spot and we dash indoors. I thought his apartment would have been gone, but it was still there. He sees my confusion and he tells me he owns the building. It would have been there if he returned in 20 years. I frowned. I could have stayed in his apartment had I known.

I walk in and drop my bags. The apartment had been left unchanged, and alone for almost a year. Dust was everywhere. The bed was unmade. I guess Angelus had slept there after our little fight the day after my birthday.

Angel came up behind me and dropped the rest of my bags. I felt his arms circling around me. He seemed to need contact as much as me. I sank into his embrace and sighed. His strong arms around me told me I was loved and finally safe.

"Lets take a shower and wash off the gore." He whispers into my ear. I nodded. I knew I stank of being on the road and living in shelters. I smelled frightful, and he smells of Hellfire and brimstone. I guess he needed to clean up from his trip to and from Hell as much as I needed to clean up from living on the streets. What a pair.

We started to walk toward the bathroom kicking off our boots, when I realized it was to be a group project. I stopped and turned to him and asked "Together?" The thought of showering with him aroused and terrified me. I wanted to be sure that was what he was thinking.

"Unless you don't want to. I thought it would be fun." He looked at me through his lashes. He seemed unsure of himself, like he over stepped some imaginary boundary. Want to? I wanted to so badly I almost came from the thought of it!. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom and started to remove my clothes. My back was to him, I was feeling a little shy.

"What is this?" He asked me. I realized he saw my tattoo. He stroked it softly. I think he knew it was only a week or so old. "My memorial for you." I told him softly. I wanted to give him a memorial, he saved me and the world by going to hell and no one would ever know but me. So, I had the tattoo done. I would be his memorial. He didn't say anything, he just turned me toward him and kissed me. He slowly moved my shirt sliding his cold hands over my skin. He dropped my shirt and just looked at me. I watched him watch me as he reached around and removed my bra. I felt myself come loose and he smiled.

I watched in surprise as he dropped to one knee and kissed my right breast. Irreverently, his position recalled the impromptu wedding proposal of the evening. I smiled remembering his proposal earlier. He is doing wonderful things with his cool lips and mouth to my nipples. I close my eyes as I arch into his mouth encouraging his behavior and he rewards me. I want more!

I feel his hands at my hips as he grabs a hold of my pants and pulls them down. I am aflame with my need for him. I step out of the clothing around my ankles on the floor. I stood there a moment, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes. He was down on one knee just watching me. I don't want to be watched...I want to be touched!

"My turn....Stand up" I tell him and he obeys instantly. I often forget exactly how tall he really is. He so often hunkers forward hiding his true height. I return the favor. I slowly remove his shirt. It is torn and shredded and smells of hellfire and brimstone.

I run my nails across his skin. He purrs low in his throat! I love his purr. I don't think he even realizes he does it. He reminds me of a large cat begging to be petted and stroked. No house kitty is this.. he is a dangerous wild animal. I love it!. I become more aroused and I feel the heat and moisture building between my legs.

I smile at him and grab hold of his belt of his leather pants. Of all Angelus had, I loved the leather pants. "I love the leather pants." I tell him breathlessly. He smiles that special smile and says "Consider it part of my wardrobe then." I rake my nails over his erection through the leather pants. He shudders and moans. I smile.

I bend over as I pull the leather pants down off his hips. They are gorgeous, but obviously not designed for quick removal. I find myself at eye level with his penis as it comes free from the pants. I stop and stare.

I never really got a good look at him the night of my birthday. It's huge! It doesn't look like how I expected it to look from the pictures I have seen, and from diagrams. I realize he is uncircumcised. I guess they didn't do that in Ireland in the 1770's. I looked up at him to see him looking down at me. "It's so big!" I blurt out, he smiled.

I wanted to taste it. I had read a lot about that, and here it was at my level. I dropped to my knees and kissed the head lightly. He gasped, then moaned and purred. Such a reaction from such a little touch! I wonder what he'll do with more?

I took just the tip in my mouth and I licked and sucked on it lightly. He growled back in his throat and I felt his knees start to buckle. He grabbed my shoulders for support apparently, and I continued to play with it in my mouth. I could taste a hint of sulfur, which I knew wasn't his usual flavor... but I didn't care!

He growled as he pulled me away and up. I knew he couldn't take it anymore. I loved the feeling of power it gave me. He needs me as much as I need him! I went willingly to his embrace and his kiss. He turned on the shower as he kissed me. I smiled at him and stepped into the shower knowing he would follow.

He wet my air in the spray and ran his fingers through my hair, catching in the tangles. I just stood there thigh to thigh with him as he shampooed my hair. It was so neat. I loved the attention from him. He repeated the wash to my hair and then put cream rinse in as he started to wash my body.

His hands were warm from the shower water. He ran them over my arms and up and down my back. I leaned against him as he scrubbed my back. He pulled me away from him and them scrubbed my breasts with his soapy hands, he only teased my nipples alittle. I wanted more! He scrubbed my abdomen and then went down my legs. I loved having him touch me like this, everywhere!

He looked me in the eye as he slid his hand between my legs and scrubbed me clean there too. I felt his touch on my outer lips and then as he invaded my inner folds...I moaned in pleasure, as he rinsed me off. I wanted to put him inside me right then, but had no idea how to do it in a shower...

I grabbed the shampoo bottle and pulled him into the shower spray to wet his hair. He had his little grin on and I just melted. I shampooed him like he did me. I could hear his purr as I ran my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. He does so love to be touched and stroked. I rinsed his hair clean and applied the conditioner. I then soap up my hands and start scrubbing him down like he did me.

I start with his chest. I love his chest. It is so wide and strong. The muscles ripple. His skin is so white and cool and hard he makes me think of a white marble statue. He just stands there as I scrub his chest and then back. I wash under his arms, running my hands up and down his arms. I wash his hands, each separately looking at the fingers. His hands are so expressive. His head is back, his eyes are closed and he has surrendered entirely to my touch. He is mine to touch... anywhere!

I scrub his abdomen and then start working down his thighs. I know I better clean everywhere below, before I touch him *there*...or he won't finish the shower! I scrub his legs and then his feet. He lifts the leg I am working on for my easier access.

When he is clean everywhere else I turn him around and wash his butt. His butt is so cute. Tight and firm. I enjoy running my hands over it and then my nails. His purr goes up a notch. I smile.

I turn him around. He is clean everywhere but *there*. I soap my hands and start with his scrotum. His balls are inside and move when I manipulate the sac. His eyes are closed, and he moans. I look at his penis. He is soft, and it is tucked away in it's little sleeve, "foreskin" my mind tells me from sex ed. He just stands there as I wash him. I could do whatever I want.

I want to drive him mad! I rinse him off as I stroke him lightly, playing and pulling at him. As I played with his penis it hardened and grew, peeking it's head out of it's sheath like it was saying 'hi'. For a man who doesn't breath, he was making a hell of a racket moaning and purring. I scooped his scrotum up in my hand. It was soft, slightly furry and seemed to move on it's own. The more I played with it the more it moved.

His penis was hard. It's tip poked out of it's sheath and I didn't think it could get any harder or bigger. It was hard because of what I was doing excited him! I caused this!

I must have teased him too much. He started growling back in his throat. It wasn't a dangerous growl, but an erotic one of a vampire teased beyond his limits....I laughed, pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.

His response was pure animalistic. His tongue invaded me as he grabbed me and picked me up. I felt his erection sliding between my legs and I wrapped my legs around his hips as his penis entered me. It felt so good to feel it inside of me again!

He was growling and kissing me as his hard erection sank into me with a burst of pleasure. I felt him hit a blockage and he pushed through it as I cried out in pain/pleasure. I thrust up against him to get him deeper. I wanted him inside!

I felt the shower wall against my back as he backed me into the wall with a bang. He pinned me to the wall with his mouth and impaled on his dick. He then began thrusting in and out causing a banging sound on the wall in time with our thrusts.

"Angel...Angel" I heard myself moaning as he filled me. I had his love and his body. He possessed me totally. I was moaning in my pleasure and calling his name over and over again..

I could feel him coming closer to his own orgasm and I knew what he needed to complete it. I grabbed his head and brought his mouth to my neck. I felt him transform into game face and his fangs brushed my neck sending erotic shivers through me. I wanted to be penetrated and claimed by him entirely. I found his game face totally erotic now!

I started another orgasm and as I started to come he sank his fangs into my neck. We blended. I could feel his fangs in my neck at the same time as I felt my mouth on the neck. I could feel the small pull as he sucked while tasting the blood in my mouth as he drank it. It was warm and rich and tasted of love and sex. It was the nectar of life. The nectar of the Gods... no wonder he craved it! I could feel him deep within me as I felt myself deep within, as if I was him inside of me. We were one, giver/receiver. I find myself screaming our names during our mutual orgasm.

I came into myself held into his arms up against the shower wall. I was exhausted. I hadn't eaten well in days, and hadn't slept well since I had sent him to hell. It was all catching up with me. I just hung in his arms spent. Even breathing took more effort than I had.

I felt him rinsing me off and rinsing the cream rinse out of my hair. He carried me out of the bathroom in a big fluffy towel. The room was cold! I started to shiver. His apartment was always cold as I remember. I don't think he even uses heat.

He dried me off, placed me on the bed and tucked me in. I loved the feeling of the warm towel and the knowledge I was in his bed. I remembered his proposal to me. This was the first time for the rest of my life! He wants to marry me!

I feel him dry off and slid into bed next to me nude. He is cold to the touch as usual, but I don't care! I snuggle up to him and wrap my leg around his as I lay my head on his chest. I am in the arms of the man I love. Where I belong. I will be here as long as I live!

FIN?