SCRIBES OF ANGEL
Fan Fiction
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BONES
Rated
NC17 For Graphic Sexuality
by
Ducks
Happy Valentine's Day, kids!
Disclaimer: None of
the characters or places in this story belong to me. They are property of Fox,
et. al. Blah blah blah. You know the drill.
Summary: Smut,
smut, and yet more smut. Oh, but a little romance, too. Pure B/A happiness. CWC
(for those of you who don't know, "Curse, What Curse?" (Peaches'
little "problem" is poorly and quickly dismissed.) He's returned to
Sunnydale from the pits of L.A. How and why is really unimportant. Told from
Honey's POV.
They say
that lust is a different sort of beast than passion. I'm not so sure.
She is a
million things, all at once, when she moves. She is sunshine and lightning; a
little girl and a beautiful woman; She is graceful, like a cat, and certain,
like a well-oiled machine. Funny. Words just can't do justice to the picture of
her in my mind...
Sometimes
she floats, sometimes she flies... and sometimes, she crashes.
She is a
force of life... and of death.
She
doesn't know any of these things about herself. She constantly clings to her
mistaken belief that, fundamentally, she is just like everyone else.
Buffy
doesn't know that she is much more than she imagines...
She almost
skips over to me once the enemy is vanquished. Her smile shines, lighting the
night.
She is up
on her tip toes, and that smile is so close to mine that I can no longer see
it.
Gods, how
she fills my senses... she is so warm...she tastes so sweet... The sound of her
speaking my name... the way the moonlight glints off her golden hair...
I want
her. Every minute I am with her is a burning eternity, when I can't touch her.
Yet, we are both still so afraid of one another... uncertain, still, how to
act...how to be, around one another.
I kiss her
softly, and I am lost. Or at least, I think I am... until I pull away.
"Buffy,
I... let's... we should hunt." I stammer, struggling for unneeded breath.
I can feel fire... raging, sharp-edged passion. It cuts through me, crippling
me. I can barely stand.
She leans
against the nearest tree, panting. She makes a vain attempt to straighten her
disheveled hair and clothes.
I can
smell her arousal. I swallow, hard... I try to find something cold,
unyielding... ugly... to concentrate on.
She nods
her head. "Hunt." She says weakly, her voice hoarse.
She wants
me. I can feel it... her desire pounds through her blood, changing its
viscosity... its scent. She is another creature, right now, in her blood...
I feel it,
too. That connection only beings that share blood understand. And yet, most
can't care because they have no soul to honor the ties...
Buffy and
I are different. We have souls that know one another, through that connection
of flesh, and blood... we are more complete than any other entities, because we
are together. Those are the bounds we took on when we gave all of ourselves,
our very lives, to each other.
We walk
aimlessly. 'Forward' is all we seem to know. I watch her clench and unclench
her fists, blushing furiously.
"Buffy,
I'm sorry." I stop to look at her, but she keeps walking. I reach out to
her, grab her arm, and spin her around. How many times have I had to do that?
To ply something out of her that she was clearly trying to run away from?
"I
don't want to talk about this." She says flatly, still not meeting my
eyes.
"We have
to talk about this, Buffy. We've been avoiding it since we've been back...
spending time... together. We've been in limbo since we found out my soul is
bound... Now, things are just getting out of control."
"Out
of control? Who's out of control? I am perfectly in control, thank you
very much!" She insists loudly. Too loudly.
I use my
other hand to gently cup her chin, and raise her perfect hazel eyes to mine.
"I
don't." I admit to her. "I feel like I might explode into dust every
time I'm around you."
She nods
slowly, giving in. "I know. And I... I still don't understand what we're
waiting for."
I hate
hearing that little ring of hurt that sometimes reverberates in her sweet
voice.
"We've
talked about this... I thought I made myself clear." I say, "I have
to be sure this is... right. Safe. I can't have you getting hurt again."
She twists
out of my grasp. "HURT? Do you want to know what HURT is,
Angel? I'll tell you! Hurt is having to send your lover to Hell, then to live
all of those months thinking I'd murdered you in every possible way! Hurt is
having you come back, and not being able to touch you! Hurt is watching you
walk away from me like none of it... nothing we did... ever mattered!" She
breaks down, then, sagging in her skin, wracked with sobs. I can't move. I'm
utterly frozen.
And yet,
the heat inside me still stirs. Hurt, yes... I understand hurt. It hurt to be
apart from her, and yet, still be completely a part of her...
I've never
been much of a student of physics, but standing there, watching Buffy cry,
proves to me that we are all, every being, made of the same stuff... my cells,
my bones, ache with her pain.
"Buffy..."
I say, stepping forward once I am able to move again, "It has mattered.
All of it. Loving you... the pain... They're the only things that keep me
alive, many days..."
I've said
it, then. And she's heard... she understands, because her tears stop, and she
looks up at me again.
"Me
too." She says, reaching out one strong, tiny, fine hand to bless my cheek
with a touch. I look at her. "I want you, Angel. I don't care about anything else. The rest of
it is just details."
You may
have heard that vampires are strong, and that they move fast. They're both
true, and faster than the blink of an eye, I have Buffy in my arms, and we sink
to the ground. I devour her like a starving man. I tear her clothes from her
back, emitting animal noises from the depth of my gut as I lay my hands, and
then my lips, on her, everywhere...
I could
spend eternity, kissing her like this.
But again,
I stop. I sit up and look at her-- she's trashed, lying half-naked in the
grass.
I stand
up, brush myself off, and offer her my hand.
Clutching
the remains of her blouse to her chest, she stares at me.
"I
don't want it to be like this... in the dark, in the cold..." I tell her,
"Outside like a couple of animals. I want to make love to you properly,
slowly, in a bed, surrounded by candlelight and a roaring fire in the hearth...
I want to shower you with rose petals, and feed you strawberries... I want to
take you home with me, Buffy Summers... to stay."
I think
it's the longest speech I've ever given. She gapes at me, but reaches up to
take my hand. I wrap my jacket around her, and scoop her up in my arms. She
weighs next to nothing. I'm able to focus all of my energy on the long walk
back to the mansion.
She puts
on one of my silk shirts while I start a fire. She pours herself a glass of
wine and perches prettily on the leather couch, watching me. I notice her every
sensual move.
"You'll
stick." I warn her.
She grins at
me and sips her wine without comment.
Inside the
absence of fear
There is this hunger,
This restlessness inside of me
And it knows that you're no stranger,
You're my gravity.
My hands will adore you through
All the darkness aim
They will lay you out in moonlight
And reinvent your name...
It seems
funny to me, that Buffy is old enough to drink, now. I've known her for almost
six years... six years since she stole my heart on that bright spring afternoon
in Los Angeles.
She was no
more than a girl, then. Now she is a woman. And I have watched it all happen. I
have been part of it. Between Wesley and Cordelia, and even the others, it
seems that I have acquired a family for myself. And Buffy is at its center. As
much as she is at the center of me.
I can still
feel the demon stretch inside of me. It is a baser creature than I, all it can
sense is her flesh... her blood. It remembers the taste of her even better than
my mind does...
Somewhere
in between the airy flight of my romantic soul, and the all-devouring hunger of
the demon, is the man I was in life. The physical body that wants what all men
want... and has the conscience, the heart to understand the difference between
that want, and pure, true need.
Angelus,
the man, loves this woman as his life's mate... in this Earthwalk and the next.
And he worships her with his body... recognizes her as the missing piece to his
physical puzzle, and desires no more, and no less, than completion.
"Come
here." I say to her, and walk away, toward the bedroom. I can hear her
bare feet, padding up the stairs behind me. The electricity hums, almost
palpable, in the air between us.
We both
stand in the bedroom door, staring awkwardly at the bed.
"Adustum."
I say, and the Latin incantation sets fire to a thousand candles positioned all
around the room, as well as three giant logs in the fireplace. The room is
quickly warm, and softly lit by the combination of fire and moon.
Buffy
looks around and then smiles up at me. It is good, then. My mate is
satisfied... thus far.
My bones
call to you
Through their separate skin
I make myself translucent
To let you in...
She takes
my hand and leads me to the bed, where we both sit down on the edge. She takes
off one shoulder of her shirt, the left, and takes one of my hands, laying the
palm flat over her breast.
I can feel
her heart pounding through her soft flesh. I am struck dumb, unable to see
anything but her eyes... do anything but be lost in them, listening to the
rhythm of her life force pulse against my hand. I find, with awe as I move my
hand down, that our rhythms match... my body, though without pulse, hums in
time with hers.
When my
finger reaches her pink nipple, she gasps. Her body responds to me with a
familiarity it shouldn't have, if we had met, skin to skin, only once in her
experience.
But maybe
the dream world counts...that place where we have met a million forbidden
times... the only place where we can truly know one another... maybe she
remembers that one warm, precious day in November...
I remove
her shirt completely, and she eases her lithe body back on the bed. I look at
her, drinking her in... every curve, every swell of her... I caress her slowly,
painfully, with my eyes. She writhes there, sighing, anticipating where our
journey will surely take us next.
I lean
down to kiss, nibble and lick her, from that soft spot behind her ear, down,
over the scar on her throat, over her fine collarbone... down, touching the sensitive
underskin of her breasts... over her tight belly... the sides of her ribcage...
When I
reach her center, I'm shocked senseless by the heat that emanates from her. I
gently dip my fingers into her core, to find her wet... ready, aching for me.
I moan as
I plunge my face into her. Drinking her like this is no less overwhelming than
drinking her blood... her nectar flows over me, filling my nose and my mouth
with her very essence... with the liquid signal of her desire...
I run my
tongue slowly, up out of her center to her throbbing clitoris. I take my time,
giving each millimeter of the hard flesh my full and rapt attention. One of the
joys of immortality is the ability to move slowly... to know that there is
always more time, and to give each moment every bit of the energy that it
deserves.
Slowly, I
increase the pace, alternately flicking my tongue over her, and then taking the
hot nub between my lips, sucking on it firmly, but gently.
Buffy
moans from deep inside her and grinds herself into me, thrashing beneath me,
tangling her fingers in my hair and thrusting her hips to meet my mouth.
"Angel...
oh god... yes... oh... god..." she mumbles senselessly, breathing so hard
I'm almost afraid she might hyperventilate any minute. But the raging joy of
giving her pleasure pounds through me, and I don't relent. I put my hands under
the curves of her backside, and pull her closer... Gods... if only I could be
closer...
"OH
GOD ANGEL! YES!" She screams. Without hesitating, I plunge three fingers
into the quick of her, and she's bellowing at the top of her lungs... I
encourage her, not stopping... I urge her on with my mouth...
After a
few moments, she collapses, and I roll over to lay beside her while she catches
her breath. I lay there, happily staring up at the ceiling, listening to her
soft moans of exhausted satisfaction.
I must
have drifted off, because I'm awakened by her hand caressing my chest. I look
at her, and she meets my gaze with what could only be called a good-natured
leer.
"My
turn." she says, and rolls over to hover above me. I could feel the
heat... the moistness... from between her legs.
She softly
runs her hands across my shoulders, over my chest, down my sides, across my
belly and down...
She
strokes my hips, my thighs... softly tickling the fine hairs on my skin... And
then, without warning, her lips are sealed around me. I gasp in spite of
myself. Her mouth is so searing hot, I can barely stand the sensation of her
drawing on me with the muscles of her cheeks and throat.
"Jesus,
Buffy." I moan.
She takes
me deep into her throat and sucks hard, stroking me in and out of her heavenly
mouth over and over again.
Oh, god...
she's making me crazy. I feel like any moment, I might explode with the sheer
pleasure of her.
"Buffy.
I want... god..." I gasp, "Stop. I want to come inside of you."
In a
moment, her mouth leaves my shaft, and she hovers her hips above me, the
entrance to her silky center poised just inches away. She looks straight into
my eyes, and holds my gaze as she sinks down, taking me in.
I cry out
from the incredible sensation of it, and my eyes roll back into my head for a
moment. I'm dizzy. The room spins and I clutch at her, fighting not to move...
not to lose control. Not yet.
I finally
open my eyes, my bearings regained, and look into hers again. Her face is soft
and open, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in a lusty grin. I wrap my arms
around her, with my hands on her haunches, and drive her deeper.
She moans
loudly, and looks back into my face. The expression on her beautiful features
is incredible... so much need... so much desire... her eyes burn with the bliss
of our union. I choke back tears of joy, and we rock in time, our bodies
thrilling at the heat and friction building where I slide in and out of her.
She gasps
every now and again, throwing her head back and clutching my back for dear life
as she rides me. I can feel her body beginning to tense around me gain, driving
me closer to my own end. Still holding her tiny body to me, I flip her over and
begin ramming myself mercilessly into her, pounding my pelvic bone into hers so
hard I'm certain it will leave bruises. But I don't care. She wraps her strong
legs around me and urges me on, easily matching my hammering thrusts with her
own.
I fuck her
soundly until she begins crying out my name once again, and digs her long nails
deep into the flesh of my back. I can smell the blood break to the surface and
begin to flow...
That's all
it takes.
Driving
myself deep into her, I duck down to the crook of her neck, feeling with my
lips for that tough, circular scarred spot.
My mark.
My brand, on her.
My fangs
sink into her flesh like it is warm, soft butter. Buffy screams at the top of
her lungs in pleasure, and an animal growl tears from my throat as the demon
rejoices in his own part of this coupling, and the first burst of her sweet
blood washes into my mouth.
I drink
deeply for a moment or two... not too long... while Buffy continues to come,
still crying out, and thrashing wildly against me. I release her, and throw my
head back as the magick of her blood meets the power of my own orgasm... with
two final, flesh-rending thrusts, my world explodes into a thousand shards of
light.
"BUFFYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
I scream senselessly..
Then the
world goes black.
I almost
expect to wake up in Hell, or maybe not wake up at all... worse, to wake filled
with a passionate hatred, and a burning desire to kill the woman sleeping in my
arms.
Instead, I
wake up tired. And hungry.
She is
smiling down at me. "Are you okay? I wasn't sure if I lost you there, for
a minute."
I stare at
her. Is she real?
She gives
me a funny look, "What?"
I wrap my
arms around her and pull her warm body close to me. Her heartbeat, now slow and
even once again, thuds comfortingly against my side.
Suddenly,
I remember what I'd done in the throws of lovemaking, and pull her back up and
away from me again. I examine the re-opened scar on her neck worriedly. The
little holes are already starting to close, becoming one once again with the
hard tissue beneath them.
"Did
I hurt you?" I ask her, feeling frantic and more than a little panic.
"What?
Why?" she asks, surprised.
"I
just... I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you, when I...." I stumble.
She sighs
and settles back, smiling happily, snuggling against my chest.
"No.
You didn't. You won't." she says with certainty, "Not
anymore..."
I smile,
and kiss my mate softly.