I Drove All Night Part 2

Buffy had persuaded Cordelia to give her Angel's address and a copy of her spare keys some time ago, after swearing a solemn oath never to use them unless it was an emergency. < Well, this qualifies > Buffy thought, steering the car into the underground lot as the false dawn broke.

She found Angel's apartment easily, and opened the door as quietly as she could. She went to the door of the room that would have the least sunlight, and opened it to find Angel's bedroom. She silently walked inside, and leaned on the door as she closed it. She stood there for a minute, silently contemplating the man she loved more than anything in the world. Just the sight of him made Buffy feel giddy with the strength of her love, as hopelessly and totally lovestruck as the moment Angel had said 'I love you' for the first time.

Angel lay on his back, asleep. His skin was pale as marble against the black silk bedcovers, and when he shifted in his sleep, the sheet slid down just enough to make Buffy quite sure he was naked. Just the thought of the body that laid under the sheet, and the thought of what she wanted to do to it, made Buffy breathe harder, and her center become hot and wet with need.

No one can move me the way that you do

Nothing erases this feeling between me and you

Maybe it was the pounding of her heart that woke him, or maybe he sensed her presence. Either way, Angel came awake suddenly and sat up in bed with vampire-quick speed, a strangely shaped dagger with a silver blade in his hand. For a moment he stared at her, dumbfounded, then asked "Buffy?"

"You were expecting somebody else?" Buffy replied, hoping that he wasn't.

"I've had a rough week. Let's leave it at that. What are you doing here?"

Buffy considered several answers, and decided on "Therapy. You're not the only one who's had a rough time lately."

Angel instantly looked concerned, and put the dagger on the bedside table. "What's happened?"

Buffy slowly walked towards him and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. She sighed and said "No we-gotta-save-the-earth emergencies. I guess it's just everything piling up at once, without a break. Faith's getting on my nerves again, the local fangface population seems to be trying to make my life miserable, Xander's mooching around now that Cordy's gone. Trick's...well, up to his old tricks. All my teachers seem to be concerned about my grades at the same time. Not to mention my social life..." Buffy trailed off, not sure how to bring up the next part.

"So why did you come here, Buffy?" Angel asked.

I drove all night to get to you

Is that all right?

I drove all night, crept in your room

Woke you from your sleep

To make love to you

Is that all right?

I drove all night

"I guess Cordelia told you about Scott."

"Yeah, she did" Angel replied. It had almost torn his heart out, but he'd taken comfort in the fact that she was happy.

"We broke up..." Buffy looked at the clock on his bedside table "three hours ago."

"Why?"

"A lot of reasons, including the fact that he was a jerk but I wouldn't let myself see it. I guess it would be pretty close to the truth to say that I never really wanted him. I was just using him as a substitute for you. But there's an even more basic reason."

"Which is?" Angel asked, his voice hoarse. If his heart still beat, it would have been pounding right out of his chest.

Buffy cradled his face in her hands and smiled. "You're the only one for me. The only one I'll ever want, the only one I'll ever need. I tried to fool myself into thinking someone else could fill the hole, but you're the only one I'll ever love."

Angel rested his forehead against hers and sighed in thankfulness. For the moment, he felt no guilt, only relief, and gratitude. He looked into her eyes and smiled gently as he asked "You drove all the way from Sunnydale to tell me that?"

Buffy just kissed him, hot and hungrily. Then she stood and removed her boots and socks, and smiled wickedly as her jacket followed. "No. I didn't."

To taste your sweet kisses, your arms open wide

This fever for you is just burning me up inside

Angel just sat there, spellbound, as Buffy slowly removed her shirt and pants. When she stood before him in her underwear, he reached out and caught her hand in his, pulling her to him.

"Let me" Angel murmured, and the desire in his voice made her quiver. Buffy let him steer her to kneel on the bed, straddling his legs. Angel kissed her deeply and gently, and Buffy sighed into his mouth. She shivered in delight as Angel gently traced every contour of her face with his fingertips, then followed the path with his lips.

Angel then turned her head and kissed her behind her right earlobe, in the exact place that always made her moan, then trailed kisses down the side of her throat and along the line of her shoulder, pushing down her bra strap. Then he repeated his action on her left side. Buffy swayed towards him, waiting for his touch, but Angel just told her "Turn around".

Buffy languidly shifted so that she was straddling and sitting on his legs, but facing the end of his bed. Angel then slowly massaged her shoulders and Buffy relaxed into his touch, letting all her tension drain away as she melted like ice in a microwave, and Angel slid his hands down her back and gently unsnapped and drew off her bra.

Angel placed his lips on the nape of her neck, right above the scar where the mark of Egyhon used to be, and left a trail of soft kisses down her spine. When he reached the middle of her back, he placed his hands on Buffy's hips, and gently urged her up and forward, so that by the time his mouth reached the small of her back, Buffy was on her hands and knees.

Ever so slowly, Angel drew off Buffy's underwear and dropped it on the floor to join her bra. Buffy wriggled her hips and wagged her backside almost in his face, and Angel had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. He slid out from under the sheet and knelt behind her.

"Angel?" Buffy half-moaned, half-whispered.

"Ssshh, sweetheart." Angel murmured, slipping a finger inside her to see if she was ready. She was so wet, she was nearly dripping. Angel slowly licked his finger, knowing that Buffy would guess what he was doing, and smiled when he heard her breathless moan. His smile faded away as he positioned the head of his shaft against her opening, and he grasped her hips as he pushed forward and slid deep into her core.

Buffy gasped at the waves of pleasure that flooded her, and Angel nearly joined her. It had been so long since they had made love, and Angel stayed frozen for a good half a minute, relishing the feel of her hot, wet center around his cold hard erection. Groaning in delight, he leaned forward and laid on Buffy's back, letting her support his weight.

Buffy pushed her hips back at him, and then Angel had the leverage to push forward again. They worked together like this in tandem as Angel, still lying on Buffy's back, reached down with one hand to fondle her clit, and used the other to tug on and stroke her nipples in turn. It wasn't long before Buffy gave a long, low moan and her center tightened around him, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching his cock as she came.

Angel suddenly had another idea, and he grinned. This could be interesting, if he and Buffy were both limber enough to pull it off. He straightened up and placed both hands on Buffy's hips. He then slowly sank back onto his heels, using his grip on her hips to bring Buffy with him. Then he pushed his knees up in front of Buffy and she moved so she could keep him inside her. Angel leaned back until he was lying down and slowly straightened his legs, until he was lying on his back with Buffy on her knees straddling his body and facing away from him, with his body still buried deep within hers.

Buffy moaned almost continuously through the entire process. Each movement of Angel's body made his cock shift inside her core, until he was touching places that hadn't known more than the most cursory contact and she was flooded with waves of ecstasy.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked breathlessly.

Angel chuckled and said "Darla came across it in some ancient Chinese book of the Master's. She made me try it with her a half-dozen times, but we never could do it without me slipping out at least once."

Buffy couldn't help smirking at that. She knew that she came first in his heart and soul, but she still had the odd twinge of jealousy over Angel's sire and ex-lover-mainly due to the fact that Darla had had him for so much longer than she had. Buffy rocked her hips back and forth, riding Angel without raising herself so much as a fraction, not wanting even the tiniest length of his shaft to slide out. Angel groaned loudly and Buffy leaned forward from the waist to tenderly cup his balls in one hand, gently stroking and cuddling them.

Angel had passed groaning to growling fiercely now. The sound of him growling always aroused Buffy, and this time was no exception. She knew she wouldn't last for much longer with him sounding like that, and she grabbed his left hand, clutching the sheets. Together, their entwined fingers stroked her until she came with a half-moan, half-shriek.

Panting, she stretched her arm behind her so that Angel's mouth could reach her wrist, and he sank his fangs in and climaxed himself the second her blood hit his tongue. After a few breathless moments Buffy slid off Angel, her body mourning the loss of him even before her orgasm subsided. Every particle of her body was aching for rest now, and Buffy realized that the past few weeks had taken more of a toll on her than she had thought.

As she laid beside Angel and rested her head on his shoulder, she realized that he was just as tired as she was. "When we wake up" Buffy yawned, "remind me to call Mom. Then we can trade stories about how stressed we've been lately."

"Kiss me awake and you've got a deal" Angel murmured back.

"Done" Buffy sighed as sleep claimed her.

I drove all night to get to you

Is that all right?

I drove all night, crept in your room

Woke you from your sleep

To make love to you

Is that all right?

I drove all night

The next morning, Joyce was working on some paperwork when the phone rang.

"Summers Gallery, hello ?"

A yawn echoed down the phone and a sl