Author: starcrossed
Feedback: Most definitely! I love hearing from my readers.
Pairing: B/A
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations.
Spoilers: None to speak of unless you’ve never seen season two.
Summary: Buffy and Angel take an important step in their relationship. Set somewhere between “Bad Eggs” and “Surprise.”
Disclaimer: I own nothing with the exception of my original story idea. The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it’s characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, et al.
Distribution: THC and The Claddagh Fanfic Archive. Anyone else, you have but to ask and it’s yours.
Dedication: This one is for Chris and for Karin. They each know all of the reasons why.

They had been dancing around the topic for weeks now. It had never actually been discussed, but that didn’t diminish the tangibility of it in any way. Each of them knew that it was inevitable. With every kiss, with every make-out session that masqueraded in the guise of ‘patrolling,’ and with every prolonged ‘good night,’ they grew closer and closer to the subject that neither one of them would talk about.

Buffy and Angel were patrolling one of Sunnydale’s twelve cemeteries. At least, that’s what they were *supposed* to be doing, in theory. To anyone who might happen to be casually observing the pair, it was more than clear that they were doing anything but. The two of them weren’t able to keep their hands, much less their mouths, off of each other long enough to be any kind of serious threat to anything evil.

Removing her mouth from Angel’s, but remaining in his embrace, Buffy took a moment to inhale a couple of deep breaths. She glanced up at him, her hazel eyes having turned a deep shade of green, as they did when she was highly aroused. His dark brown eyes mirrored the desire found in hers.

“Angel, this is crazy! We are supposed to be patrolling. You remember patrolling, don’t you? It’s where we hunt for and eliminate the scores of evil creatures who come out at night to prey on the mostly unsuspecting populace of Sunnydale?”

One corner of his mouth quirked upward. “Yeah, patrolling…” he ducked his head to claim her sweet, tempting mouth in another deep kiss. As their tongues began to mate once more, he slid a hand up between their bodies, boldly seeking out the soft swell of her breasts.

Buffy moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hand gently probing her through the layers of her blouse and bra. Instead of pulling away, she arched into his touch, silently inviting him to go further. This is what she wanted, what she had spent many a night dreaming about.

Angel was momentarily surprised that she didn’t pull away him. He had been forcing himself to take things slow with her. She was so young–not quite seventeen yet–not to mention that she was a virgin and the Slayer. He was two hundred and forty plus years old, vastly experienced, and a vampire, albeit an ensouled one. Everything about the two of them being together was wrong.

This time, it was him who broke the kiss. Drawing in a deep, wholly unnecessary breath in an attempt to still his raging desire, he said, “Buffy, maybe we shouldn’t…”

She stood on tiptoe, wrapping her slender arms around his neck, and arching the lower half of her body against him. “Angel, I want to. I’m tired of this ‘game’ we’ve been playing in which we both pretend that this ‘thing’ between us doesn’t exist. I may be inexperienced, but I know what I want, and that’s you.”

He felt his dead heart sing as her words struck home. “Are you sure, Buffy? Sex is a big step…”

One of her hands loosened its hold on his neck and she brought a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I’m only going to ask this once, Angel. Teach me… show me how it can be, please?”

Angel cast a furtive glance around the deserted graveyard. “Okay, but not here. Would you come home with me?”

She nodded as her heart began beating a mile a minute. Despite her seeming bravado, she was nervous and more than a little bit scared. She had never gone any further than kissing before, with anyone. There was no doubt in her mind, though, that she loved Angel and that he loved her in return. Every part of her body was screaming that this was right.

He reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. It didn’t escape his attention that her body was trembling ever so slightly. He decided right then and there that they would only go as far as he thought she was ready for. If they didn’t end up actually making love tonight, that was okay. Angel would never dream of pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for. He loved her far too much.

The walk back to his basement apartment didn’t seem to take any time at all. Buffy stood behind him in the hallway as he unlocked the door. Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she dug her fingernails into her palms, and silently willed herself not to turn around and run. *This is Angel! He loves you and would never do anything to hurt you! Quit being such a scaredy cat!* She swallowed a couple of times, wishing desperately that her mouth hadn’t gone suddenly dry.

Angel entered his home and turned to invite her in. She stood there in the hallway, looking for all the world like she was about to turn around and bolt. Holding a hand out to her, he gently pulled her against him and closed the door behind them. Ducking his head, he placed a gentle kiss on her quivering lips.

“Buffy, we don’t have to do this. If you’ve changed your mind, I’ll understand.”

The softness of his voice began to melt away her reserve. “N-No, I w-want to do this, Angel, really I do.” She locked her eyes onto his. “I want to know how it feels to have you touch me.”

His black trousers suddenly felt about two sizes too small in the area of his crotch. How many long, lonely days had he lain awake, dreaming about this moment? He instinctively knew that he needed to reassure her, though, and to take things slow and easy. Cupping her chin in one hand, he gazed deeply into her eyes.

“Buffy, nothing is going to happen here that you don’t want, okay? I am thrilled beyond compare that you want me, but we don’t have to go ‘all the way,’ not if you aren’t ready. You are going to call the shots and all you have to do to stop me is say ‘no,’ understood?”

“I don’t know *what* I want,” she replied honestly. “I know I want *something,* though. Does that make sense, or do I sound like a total moron?”

Angel couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, you don’t sound like a moron. You sound very much like a young woman who’s unsure of all the new feelings and desires that she’s experiencing. It’s perfectly normal, Buffy, I promise.”

“Can we just lie down on your bed and see where things lead?” There was just the slightest bit of hesitation in her voice.

He answered by taking hold of both of her hands and leading her over to the corner of the room where his bed was. Glancing at the crimson sheets on the mattress, then back at her, he said, “Remember, nothing happens that you don’t want…”

Buffy took a seat on the edge of the bed, tugging him down next to her. Leaning over, she kissed him. Echoing her earlier words, she replied, “Teach me, Angel, please? I promise to put the brakes on the moment I want to stop.”

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he softly tumbled the two of them backward onto the mattress, as his lips sought hers in a deep, exploring kiss. As her tongue began to dance with his, he snaked a hand between their bodies, reaching for the hem of her camisole blouse. His fingers slid underneath the material and began the journey upward. When he reached the under wire of her bra, he paused, giving her an opportunity to protest.

Buffy moaned into his mouth and reached for him, her fingers entwining in his soft hair. She arched her body against his in silent invitation to proceed.

His fingers quickly discovered that her bra had a front closure. Nimbly, he popped it open with one hand while his free hand began to tug her blouse upward. Buffy sat part way up, allowing him to pull the silky material over her head and toss it aside. Both of his hands reached for her breasts, freeing them from the lacy cups of her undergarment. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty that was Buffy.

She tried so hard not to blush, but failed miserably. The color in her cheeks slowly crept down her neck and soon her entire body was tinged a delicate shade of pink. His gaze was so intense as he stared at the upper half of her body, and that just made her blush all the more.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” His voice was whiskey coated and the sound of it sent a pleasant thrill coursing through her body.

She felt her nipples harden and moisture began to gather between her legs. Suddenly, Buffy needed something from him, even though she wasn’t quite sure what that something was. All she knew was that her body felt as if it were on fire and instinct told her that only his touch could quell the longing ache that she was starting to feel in her very depths.

“Angel, please…” she could hear the pleading tone in her voice as she spoke, but she didn’t care. She was ready to beg.

“What, baby? What do you want? Name it and it’s yours…” He knew very well how to please a woman, but Buffy had to be the one to call the shots here.

She turned her head in an attempt to hide her face in the bed sheets. As a result, her voice was a bit muffled when she finally answered him. “I-I don’t know… I just… I need… Angel, please…”

He moved his body fully over hers, blanketing her small frame with his much larger one. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you, love. I’ll make it all better.”

Angel kissed her very softly on the lips before trailing his cool mouth down over her neck, pausing to suck momentarily on her collarbone. The fingers of one hand found an erect nipple and began teasing the sensitive little bud, causing her to moan pleasurably and arch beneath him. Sensing her high state of arousal, he covered her other breast with his mouth, tugging at the nipple with his lips.

She found her legs parting of their own volition, falling open on either side of his body. Her fingers were once again in his hair, holding his head on place at her breast. Delightful tremors radiated out from her chest, traveling down to the spot between her legs. She was incredibly wet and that embarrassed her just a little, for she knew that Angel would be able to smell her arousal with his keen nose.

As her legs fell open, he moved between them. He hissed ever so slightly at the warmth radiating out from her core. Her panties were so soaked that it had seeped through her jeans as well and the delightful aroma was like ambrosia to him. He continued to tease her nipple with fingers and tongue while his free hand traveled down over her firm stomach, stopping when he reached her waistband.

His strong fingers soon had her button and zipper undone. He eased his hand inside her panties, feeling the tangible evidence of how wet she was. His fingers paused upon reaching her nest of curls, and he waited for any sign of protest from her. Her eyes were closed, though, and only moans of pleasure were coming from her mouth.

Boldly, he let his index finger travel ever lower until he could insert the tip of it into her warmth. All of a sudden, her eyes flew open, and she instinctively tried to pull away from the sudden invasion.

“Angel,” her voice was shaky and full of uncertainty, “what are you doing?”

“Trying to make you feel good… I can stop, though…” He had meant it when he’d promised her that they would only go as far as she wanted. “Do you want me to… stop, I mean?”

She closed her eyes and tried to shut down the part of her brain that was making her feel scared. After what seemed like long moments, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“No, don’t stop… just… go slow?”

“Anything you say, love. This would be a lot better if we took the rest of your clothes off, though.”

“Okay,” she agreed, blushing again.

He reached for the top of her jeans and tugged. She raised her slim hips, aiding him in removing the garment. Quickly, he shrugged the material down her toned legs, and tossed the pair of pants aside, taking her boots off in the process. Returning to her, he removed the scrap of lace and silk that was barely covering her mound. It joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.

Moving back up the bed, he placed a gentle, yet insistent hand on each of her knees, parting her legs. She didn’t fight him, but allowed her limbs to fall open, exposing the most intimate part of herself to his avid gaze. He moved between her open thighs until his face was level with her warm mound.

Buffy had no idea of what he was going to do, but a large part of her was very anxious to find out. Her fear was fading fast, quickly being replaced by desire and need. This was her Angel, after all, and nothing that he did to her could ever be wrong.

Angel parted her folds with two of his fingers. The dark curls between her legs were soaked with her juices, the scent of which was intoxicating to him. He took a moment to inhale deeply before lowering his head and covering her with his mouth. His cool tongue darted out and the tip of it found her clit, laving it softly.

“Oooooh, Angel,” she cried out. Her hips arched up off of the mattress, seemingly of their own accord. She found her hands moving to her sides and she clutched great handfuls of the crimson sheets.

His free hand snaked its way down to her entrance and he slowly inserted a finger. When she didn’t pull away, he began moving the digit ever so slowly inside of her, marveling at how tight she was. He could tell that there was going to be no way he could make love to her without hurting her.

As much as he looked forward to being inside of her, he inwardly cringed at the mere thought of causing her any pain. In that instant, he decided that his needs could wait. Tonight would be for her, for making her feel good, and helping her to discover how good an orgasm could be. Lovemaking could wait a few more nights. He wanted her to have a memory of only pleasure, with no pain.

Closing his lips around her erect nubbin, he began to lightly suck on it as he carefully inserted another finger into her tight channel. Her overflowing moisture helped ease his way, for which he was thankful. As he began pumping the fingers slowly in and out, he found that she was beginning to meet his thrusts.

Raising his head up for a moment, he asked, “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

Her voice was husky when she answered him. “Oh, yes, Angel, god yes! Please, don’t stop. Something is happening…” She trailed off, uncertain how to express the myriad of sensations coursing through her.

“You are on the brink of a climax, little one. Just let it happen…come for your Angel…” He returned his mouth to her, alternately licking her clit and nipping at it with blunt teeth.

His cock was painfully hard within the confines of his trousers and he began to grind his hips into the mattress in an attempt to gain some relief. He would not take her tonight, no matter how badly he might want to.

Buffy felt a sudden tightening in her groin. She arched against Angel’s mouth and hand, desperate to attain something, even though she wasn’t quite sure what that something was. Of course, she had read about orgasms, and even heard other girls talk about them, but she had never had one. It only seemed right that Angel was going to be the first one to take her over the edge.

Then, it happened. She closed her eyes and a rainbow exploded behind her lids. Pleasure more intense than anything she’d ever experienced was radiating out from where his tongue was touching her. Buffy let go of the sheets she’d balled up and reached for him. Her fingers grabbed on to his hair and she held his head firmly in place as she thrust her pelvis against his face.

“Angel! Oh, god!” She began to mumble incoherently as the force of her climax overtook her.

He rode it out with her, not stopping his inistrations until her shudders finally subsided. In the process, he found his own release, spilling his seed inside of his pants. His orgasm was a silent one, though. When her body finally quit trembling, he carefully removed his fingers, taking a moment to sensually lick them clean before moving up the bed to rest his head next to hers on the pillow.

“Was it good for you, baby?” He was smiling softly as his eyes searched hers.

“Do you even have to ask?” she teased, reaching out a hand to gently caress his face. “It was incredible, Angel, thank you.”

“I’m glad,” he softly replied.

“But, you didn’t get anything out of it.” Hesitation entered her voice. “Angel, I don’t know if I can… I mean… I want to… but…”

He smiled at her once more. “It’s okay, Buffy. I came when you did.”

Confusion crossed her beautiful face. “But… how… I mean… I don’t understand…” Her voice trailed off as she glanced downward and noticed the large wet spot darkening the front of his trousers. “Oh…”

Angel leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. “Next time will be for the both of us, okay? That is, if you want it to be…”

“I think I do, want it, I mean. I just need a little more time to be sure, though, Angel.”

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you are ready to take the next step. I promise to make it good for you, too.”

“As good as tonight was?”

“Well, I can try…” He thought about how tight she’d been when he’d had his fingers inside of her. He was going to try his damndest to make her first time as painless as possible. “But, right now, we ought to get you home. I don’t want to give your mom an excuse to ground you again.”

Buffy laughed a bit dryly. “True, and she doesn’t seem to need much of an excuse these days.” Sitting up, she glanced over the edge of the bed at her pile of discarded clothing on the floor. “I guess I should get dressed.”

Angel rose from the bed. “Yeah, and I should go change my pants.”

“You don’t have to walk me home, Angel. I *am* the Slayer, after all.” She couldn’t help but smile at his chivalry, though.

He leaned over the bed and kissed her. “You might be the Slayer, but you’re also my girl and I’m going to take you home, end of conversation.” Before she could offer up another protest, he was in the bathroom, and had shut the door.

She gathered up her clothes and began to put them on, feeling a tingle all over as she recalled the things he’d done to her that night. She had so much to tell Willow tomorrow at school. It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that she and Angel would be taking that next step sometime very soon.

Buffy found that she wasn’t as scared about making love as she had been before. She was glad that the two of them had had this little prelude, though, for it certainly had helped her to overcome some of her fear.

As she sat down on the bed to pull on her boots, the bathroom door opened, and Angel emerged, dressed in clean clothes.

“Ready?”

She nodded as she stood up. “Yeah, let’s get me home before I turn into a pumpkin.”

They strolled out into the night, hand in hand, their hearts happy.

The End