Dream Lover

by: Lady Raven

DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Angel, and the whole Buffyverse in general belong to that master of torture, Joss 'Da Man' Whedon.CONTENT: Consensual sex, oral sex, blood play. [Buffy/Angel] (You were expecting Giles and Snyder, perhaps?)

SPOILERS /TIME LINE NOTE: Part one takes place just before 'Anne', part two takes place at the end of 'Dead Man's Party'.

SUMMARY: Some other dreams Buffy had before Angel's return < VBEG >

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I heard a while back that some of Buffy's dreams were going to be quite�sensual. I was really looking forward to those scenes (like you hadn't guessed that) and when I realized the other day that they were never shown, I immediately decided to create them myself. I mean, that's why fanfic was created in the first place, right?I'm going to rewrite this slightly after I actually see the two episodes (thanks, Brandi!) so the archived version will probably be slightly different (but not in the important details!).

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Buffy leaned on the counter and sighed, closing her eyes. The diner was dark and empty; she had pulled closing duty again. She really didn't mind; she liked winding down in the deserted building. She had become accustomed to the work at the diner but today had been more hectic than usual, with a group of high school kids on a field trip rampaging through the place. She'd gotten quite a few suggestive comments and a grope. She had really wanted to deck the little shit, but it would have gotten her fired.

The warm touch on her shoulder shocked her, making her eyes pop open. She spun around, her eyes searching for and locking onto the chocolate brown gaze of the one she loved more than anything in the world.

"Angel!" she cried. She threw herself into his waiting arms, sliding her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. One of his large, gentle hands massaged the back of her neck, soothing away the ache that stretched down her spine. She could feel the strain of the long day melting away, leaving her warm and relaxed.

"Guess you missed me, huh?" he murmured.

"Are you kidding?" she giggled, raising her lips to his. Their kiss was hot and hungry, and Buffy was breathing hard when they finally pulled apart. The yearning for him in the pit of her stomach, the need that never completely went away unless she could feel him deep inside her, was growing stronger by the second.

"Angel, you are going to make love to me, aren't you?" she asked, her voice half-commanding, half-pleading.

"Of course. When have I ever refused you anything?" Angel chuckled.

"Umm�I'll think about it later!" Buffy giggled.

"No need to think, love, just lie back and enjoy" Angel murmured, as he put his hands around her waist and hoisted her up onto the counter. He swiftly took off her sneakers and socks before moving onto the important things. As he reached around and untied her apron Buffy could feel her heart pounding, and when she looked into his eyes she could tell he heard the increased rhythm as well.

He tossed it onto the nearest stool, then slowly unzipped her uniform dress. Buffy wriggled as the soft, whispering sound stretched out, the zipper gradually giving way. When it was all the way down, Angel slipped his hands inside the back and rubbed her back with firm, gentle, luxurious strokes.

"Mmmm�" Buffy closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. Even without those sketches, she would have known that Angel was an artist. He had such talented hands.

"Like that?" Angel asked, his voice soft and warm.

"Uh-huh."

"Let's see�what else might you like?"

"Well, I have a few suggestions" Buffy muttered, completely lost to the feeling of his hands on her skin, and the warm, wet sensation growing between her legs.

"I'd rather figure it out myself, it's more fun that way." Angel told her, and she could hear the smile in his voice. She sighed with enjoyment as she felt Angel's hand on her skin, then wriggled to calm the shivers up her spine when he unfastened her bra.

Angel gently pushed her dress off her shoulders and down to her waist, then drew off her bra, tossing it on top of her apron on the stool. Buffy moaned softly when she felt his hand cupping her breast, his thumb fondling the nipple. She felt both nipples turn as hard as stone and she arched against his hand, wanting more. As Angel's hand moved to the other breast, she felt his lips on her throat, and shuddered.

"Ready for more?"

Angel's voice was warm and husky in the darkness, sending chills up Buffy's spine. "Oh, yeah." she replied, barely hearing him, nearly all her attention on the way her breasts ached with longing, and the way his hand on them made her tingle. Angel chuckled sexily, and slowly ran his hand up her thigh, continuing underneath her skirt.

Buffy felt her skin prickle where he touched her, and she gasped, opening her legs so Angel could stand between her knees. Her skirt rode up, and she felt Angel's hand leave her thighs to push it up around her waist. She absently planted her hands on the counter and lifted her butt to let her skirt slide up further.

They kissed slowly and intensely, tongues twining around and fencing with the others' until Buffy wasn't sure which was hers and which was his. She placed a hand on the back of his skull, pressing his head closer to hers. Buffy was panting when they broke apart, her now-soaked panties clinging to her core.

Angel must have found that kiss even sexier than she did, because when Buffy pressed her hips against his, she could feel his hardness. Lost to anything but the raging need in her soul, she pushed forward and rubbed herself against his evident desire.

Angel grabbed her hips and growled "Don't do that!"

"What?" Buffy asked, rubbing against his erection again. His growl always turned her on; much more of this and she was going to either melt into a puddle or climax right there and then.

"That!"

"Why not? You can turn me on, but I can't do the same to you?"

"No-"

"So, what's the problem?"

"The more you do that, the harder it is to keep control."

"But I don't want you to" Buffy murmured. "I want to drive you just as crazy as you do me."

"I appreciate that Buffy, but-" Angel's voice turned into a heartfelt groan as Buffy slid her hand between their bodies, and managed to close over the bulge in his pants.

"Buffy-"

"You go first, this time. Besides, I seem to remember that you take me along for the ride."

"Do my best�" Angel's voice trailed off as he drew his hand from her hip to reach around the back of her neck to brush her hair out of the way. As he kissed the side of her neck, right above the vein, he burrowed his other hand under the elastic of her underpants. When she felt Angel's touch on her most sensitive flesh, Buffy had just enough time to think < Even now, he thinks of me > before a wave of pleasure swept over her, but it wasn't quite the pinnacle.

That came when Angel buried his face in her neck. Buffy felt his face morph and just that feeling against her skin tipped her over the edge, even as Angel sank his fangs into her throat. Riding the waves of her climax, Buffy felt his gratification and she gasped as she felt another orgasm sweep her without pause.

Angel withdrew his fangs and nuzzled her throat in contentment as Buffy murmured "Wow".

"I don't think that covers it" he replied softly. After a few moments he lifted his head, and gave her one of his little-boy grins as he asked "Wouldn't you like to get rid of the rest of those annoying clothes?"

"You really have to ask?" Buffy grinned back. She braced her hands on the counter, wrapped her legs around Angel's waist for leverage, and pushed her butt up, letting Angel pull off her drenched underwear and her bunched up dress. When the garments were around her knees, she sat back down and let her legs dangle, Angel slipping her clothes off the rest of the way and sending them to join the rest.

"Don't you think you should join me in nakedness?" she asked.

Angel chuckled and said, "You're nervous, after that?"

Buffy shrugged sheepishly and admitted to herself that he was right. She was sitting completely nude on the counter, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and suddenly felt shy. Ridiculous, but there you were.

Angel walked to the stool next to the one that held her clothes, and smiled lovingly at her as he slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, and slipped it off his shoulders. He placed it on the stool, and bent to take off his shoes and socks. Buffy licked her lips as her eyes traced the lines of his broad shoulders and lean, hard-muscled chest and stomach. She unconsciously rubbed her core against the counter, as her fingers itched to touch the skin that covered those muscles, pale as the imitation marble countertop, wondering if it was as smooth and cool as the last time.

Grinning at the response he was drawing from her, Angel even more slowly undid his belt before he unzipped his black trousers and shimmied out of them. Buffy groaned in response to his hip action as she wondered what it would feel like if he did that while he was inside her. Angel had to carefully ease the elastic waistband of his boxers over his rock hard erection, but they eventually joined the rest of his clothes on the stool.

Coming back to Buffy, he placed his hands on her lower thighs and pushed her back along the counter. Buffy grinned in anticipation as Angel climbed onto the counter, kneeling in the place she had been sitting as Buffy wriggled backward on the long counter, Angel following until he could lie down full length without anything hanging off the edge.

Buffy lay down on her back and opened her legs in blatant invitation, bending her knees and placing her feet flat on the counter. Never one to turn down an invitation, Angel crawled up the counter until he reached her. Buffy thought he would keep going until he was inside her, but instead Angel licked his lips and lowered his mouth to her core.

Buffy threw back her head and moaned as she felt Angel's tongue at her core, slowly digging through her curls and sweeping up along her lips until it found her clit. He leisurely circled it with the tip of his tongue, before moving back down to plunge his tongue into her depths, then starting again. Buffy slammed her thighs together on his head to keep his tongue right where it was, and Angel obliged.

Buffy climaxed in a starburst of sensation and bucked underneath him, and as she drifted back down to earth Angel moved his mouth to her stomach, just resting his face there. Buffy swallowed hard and pulled herself together just enough to whisper "Angel�I need you inside me, please."

She heard the quiet reply "As my lady wishes" as she felt his body moving up and over hers. She looked to see him looming above her, and suddenly she was reminded of their first time as Angel braced himself on his elbows and entered her with a single slow, smooth thrust. When he was sheathed inside her to the hilt, Buffy slid her arms around him and begged "Don't move yet, I want to feel you."

Angel bent his head and kissed her, resting his forehead against hers. Buffy sighed and closed her eyes as she ran her hands down his back as slowly as she could stand to, relishing the feel of his skin underneath her fingers, cool and smooth as silk. When they rested just above his buttocks, she sighed as she memorized the way he felt inside her, his hard, enormous shaft filling her body in a way that she knew no other man ever would, completing her in a way no one else ever could.

She gripped his hips in a silent signal and Angel began to move slowly, in short, small strokes that were only just movements at all. Buffy's eyes flew open and they smiled at each other in amazement at the waves of pleasure they were creating though they were hardly moving.

Buffy felt the wave build up inside her gently this time, barely aware of it gathering in strength, until the first gentle climax took her almost by surprise. Gasping, she drew Angel's mouth to her throat once more, and even his bite felt gentle. As the orgasm took them both, Buffy felt the waves sweep over her, washing away everything inside, until the only thing left was the feeling of Angel deep within and the love they shared. She was floating, dissolving, and she didn't want it to end, ever�

Buffy reached for her lover beside her, and opened her eyes to find him gone. Then she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling of her apartment, as she remembered that he hadn't been there at all.

Buffy stared out the window into the night, as she snuggled down deeper into the bedcovers. She couldn't help but mutter to herself "That's the absolute LAST time I let anyone throw me a party that I don't know about. Next time, I just walk out and keep going."

She closed her eyes, only to open them again as she felt someone slide into her bed and press up behind her. The someone was nude and rather obviously male, judging by the impressively sized erection nudging against her buttocks. She turned her head and smiled in delight. "What are you doing here?"

Angel smiled in return, propping himself up on one elbow as he replied "Isn't it obvious?"

Her mood lightening with his presence, Buffy wriggled her backside against his hard cock and giggled "No, I never would have guessed!" She then shifted onto her back and gazed into his eyes as she sighed "Why do you always know when I need you?"

Angel's smile turned a little sad as he told her "A long time ago, I made a promise that I would always be here for you, whenever you needed me. I know that I didn't keep that promise after my curse broke, but I do try."

"Oh Angel�" Buffy sighed, reaching up to touch his cheek with her hand. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face against her palm like a cat, leaning further into her caress.

He opened his eyes and gazed into hers, and smiled gently as he added "Hell of a night, huh?"

Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes as she said, "I think that's an understatement!"

"Quite a scene at the party. I've been on the end of a Willow rant myself; it's not something I'd care to repeat."

"Would you believe that I was actually glad when the zombies attacked?" Buffy asked. "Good thing they came along when they did, everyone got to work out their frustrations. I think things will be better now, with Mom and the others."

"I think so too, you seem to have cleared the air." Angel frowned and added, "I think Xander went over the line, but then we've never exactly been a mutual admiration society."

Buffy giggled again, and teased "What, you're becoming Understatement Guy now?"

Angel gave her one of those half-smiles that made her heart turn over, and answered "Maybe. Survey for the night says?"

"Tough, but things are looking up on the home front."

Angel studied her closely, and said, "You still look pretty wound up, though."

"You could say that" Buffy said sarcastically. Then her eyes lit up, and she grinned and said, "Hey, I know what I need!" as she rolled on top of Angel at the same time she pushed him on his back. This way she ended up straddling his body, hands on either side of his torso, knees resting on the bed as she sat on his thighs.

"So, is this the part where you ravish me?" Angel grinned, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Uh-huh, unless you object."

"I'm yours to do with as you wish" Angel said, resting his hands on her thighs. His eyes softened as he continued "I've been all yours since the night I first saw you."

Buffy felt her insides turn to mush at his declaration, then she decided < First things first > and pulled her tank top off. Angel moved his hands to her hips and said "Allow me". Buffy shivered at the low and husky tone of his voice, and nodded silently.

Angel hooked his hands into the waistband of the sleep boxers she was wearing and drew them off, taking her underwear too. As he dragged them down her legs, Buffy lifted her butt, then her knees, helping him. When all her clothes rested on the quilt behind her Buffy pushed and shoved all the bedcovers to the foot of the bed, leaving just her and Angel on the bottom sheet.

Buffy sat back on his legs, near his knees this time, and drank in the sight of him in the silver light that fell across her bed. Angel left his hands by his sides as she looked first at his face that might have been carved by a master sculptor, lingering on the cheekbones and the lips that tasted so good. She couldn't help remembering that the day after she'd first discovered Angel was a vampire, Giles had called him 'the one with the angelic face' and how she'd replied 'They got that right'.

Her stare traced down, over the broad shoulders, the arms that held her so close and safe, and onto his chest. She had a sudden urge to see what his nipples tasted like, and filed the thought away for a minute. Her gaze drifted down over the flat firm stomach-she'd always had a thing for washboard abs, until Angel, but he had become her perfect man in every way.

She finished her visual tour at his groin, and she felt herself go damp just looking at his cock that gave her so much pleasure. It was proudly erect and huge with desire for her, almost lying on his belly as it thrust up towards his navel from the thatch of dark hair.

"I keep forgetting how beautiful you are" she told him quietly as she gazed at his naked body, "even though it hits me all over again every time I see you."

"You're the beautiful one, not me." Angel told her.

"Let's just say it's a mutual thing." Buffy slowly ran her hands up his chest and back down to rest at his waist. As she raised her body and bent forward, his erection brushed the curls between her legs. Just the lightest touch, but enough to make her core clench, wanting the wonderful invasion of his body into hers.

Buffy licked and kissed her way along his collarbone, and Angel gave a tiny sigh. His flesh was cool and firm and smooth under her lips and tongue. When she reached the middle of his chest, she ran her tongue over his nipple and she felt him shudder against her. She ran her hands up his chest again and gave him an inviting smile, as she moved up his body and leaned forward.

Angel kissed her throat over her pulse, then dragged the tip of his tongue down her jugular vein. As he slid his hands down her back, he kissed his way along her shoulder, then he moved her down to put his mouth against her chest, just above her breasts, then trailed his mouth downwards.

Buffy shivered, feeling her nipples harden, and when Angel delicately licked the skin between her breasts, she gave a convulsive shudder and broke away, telling him "Much more of this, we'll never get to the main event."

"We will, we will" Angel murmured just before he kissed her. It was slow and sweet, and deep and sensual at the same time. Buffy shivered with delight as she turned her face from his and his lips brushed along her spine at the back of her neck. She felt his hand creep up over her thigh, running his hand slowly up her leg to her hip. As Buffy sighed, he slowly brought his hand across her stomach, exploring, and further up, to cup a breast and stroke the nipple. Buffy undulated against him and Angel let out a groan, trailing his fingers down her body to her hot, wet center.

As she felt two of his fingers slide inside her, Buffy straightened up to give him better access and her hips moved against his hand, her body telling him she wanted more. When she felt his thumb rub the tiny part of flesh just above where his fingers were buried, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. She could feel her body vibrating and swallowed her scream as she came, giving only a low moan as the ecstasy swamped her. After a minute Buffy looked down into Angel's eyes and asked, "Could we try it this way?" He nodded, and grasped her hips, helping her find the right angle to receive him.

Buffy moaned as she felt him enter her and instinctively tilted her hips to try and take him further in, sinking down until her curls tangled with the hair between his own legs. His penetration felt different this way, sharper and somehow deeper. She rocked back and forth building their passion, then tried raising and lowering herself on his shaft. She moaned again at the new sensations of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Buffy murmured over and over "I love you, I love how you love me, oh Angel I love you so much�"

Angel constantly answered her, with "I love you too, body and soul. I always have, I always will�"

Buffy could feel the tension building inside her, ready to snap, and grabbed Angel's left hand, bringing his fingers to her clit. Together, they stroked her until she climaxed, her core squeezing him again and again. Angel grasped her left wrist, gentle even now, and kissed the inside. When he ran his tongue over the blue veins, Buffy gasped at the sensation. When he looked up at her, the two hungers-for her blood and for her body-intermingled in his eyes, Buffy nodded, her breath was coming hard and fast. "Do it" she muttered harshly.

Angel looked at her once more, his eyes filled with love to equal his lust. Then he let the demon face come and gently bit into her wrist, deeply, to find the freshly oxygenated blood. Buffy was lost as she felt his fangs drawing her blood out, felt the renewed desire in her body. She felt Angel's pleasure from the bond they shared through her blood, and she swallowed, almost able to taste the blood running down her own throat as they climaxed together.

Buffy collapsed onto Angel's chest, kissing him right above his heart. It no longer beat, but she knew it was there and that he would understand; that was enough for her. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away, hearing Angel whisper one last 'I love you�"

Buffy half-woke