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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 10, 2013 14:41:26 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Okay, so today was the day from hell in the blonde slayer’s mind. She had to sit through parent teacher conferences which was ridiculous in her opinion since she wasn’t a damn teacher, she was a counselor however apparently the principal at Richmond High School had decided that the entire staff needed to be there to meet the parents and to answer any questions they had and she unfortunately was one of the staff members. As if that wasn’t bad enough she had already gotten there early to finish getting the rest of the student’s report cards uploaded into the system and then had gotten stuck being there the rest of the day.
She hadn’t known until she got to work that she was expected to sit in on parent teacher conferences so once she got done uploading the rest of the report cards she had to run back to her apartment and get dressed in more appropriate clothing. Not that her original clothes hadn’t been appropriate it was just that today was Friday which meant Casual Friday and she had worn jeans and that was not appropriate for parent teacher meetings. Usually dressing up didn’t bother her but she hadn’t had time to actually look for clothes so she had simply pulled on the first thing she found which ended up being a mistake.
She and Kathy had gone shopping a few weeks before hand and had bought herself a few new things for work that she hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. So with that thought in mind she slipped on a beautiful gray wrap around dress that was the softest material she had ever felt. The dress clung to her skin and hugged her curves while still being appropriate for work. Underneath her dress she had worn her normal cross necklace that Angel had given her before she had even known his name. Neither the dress nor the necklace was the reason her day had sucked. No, it was the shoes.
The shoes she had bought to go along with the dress and while they matched perfectly they had not been broken in which meant about 11 hours of Buffy doing nothing but being in pain on her feet while trying to keep a smile on her face for a bunch of parents who really didn’t want to be there either. Thank god she was home was all she thought as she walked through the door of the boarding house. She looked longingly at the coach in which all she wanted to do was collapse on it and fall asleep however she knew that she needed to take a shower and get ready for bed. Unfortunately she had absolutely no energy to even begin walking up the stairs. And she really should patrol though she doubted that was going to happen.
Word Count:: 508
Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Figured Angel could be her night and shining armor and come rescue her from the big bad stairs. Lol
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Post by angel on Oct 10, 2013 15:03:45 GMT -6
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Truth be told Angel's day had in actual fact been far from exciting.. he had quite literally felt like the walking dead...There had been nothing to do, no one to baby sit
coupled with the fact it had also been sunlight made things seemingly dull, and uneventful. His thoughts did however drift to Buffy, he hoped that she was having a productive day to say the least. Yes he had slept, but there was only so much a vampire could sleep.. and even then it had potentially been the worse sleep he had ever had. So for the majority of the day, Angel had spent it wondering about the house like a lost sheep, so much so he had even taken to 'tidying' up, although his definition of the word, was put a few things out of sight and out of the way, and wallah, a nice and tidy place. He had after all never been the tidy sort, he was organized sure, but hardly tidy.
When it came to around 2 o'clock, when boredom had finally won over, Angel had in actual fact picked up a book, and spent the next few hours lounging around in his basement. After what seemed like a few too many hours, he finally heard the click of the front door, pausing and marking his page he listened until it was clear just who that person was. Without a second thought he discarded his book and made his way up the stairs. He wore his usual 'around the house' type clothes which consisted of his white vest top (a favorite item of his) plain black jeans and bare footed. Temperature rarely if ever effected a vampire( expect form the sun's heat) which was part of the reason he wore such unprofessional clothing.
This was the part of him, Buffy and those close to him saw. Angel was all about image..and having previously run and owned a business of sorts, he liked to look somewhat professional in his work at the very least. Having reached the main lobby, he was greeted by a rather bedraggled looking Buffy, her hair usually neat was in a somewhat windswept look, coupled with the obvious sign of discomfort, which judging by the way she limped was due to the shoes. The site before him he could not help but chuckle, she looked just as he felt. "A long day I take it?" He questioned as he headed over towards her, only to wrap his arms tightly around her slender waist.
It was at that moment he noticed what she wore.. and she looked irresistible if not bizarre in a dress. He had of course grown so use to seeing her in jeans, that to see her in a dress was both a pleasant and odd surprise. Smiling none the lees, he dropped a feather light kiss to her forehead. "How was your day? or do I dare ask?" He questioned amusement evident in his tone. He wondered just how far he could push until she snapped, but he decided it was perhaps not the best time to push. To him, it looked like she was in need of some chill out time.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 14, 2013 18:02:01 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing a familiar chuckle from behind her she turned to face the man that had held her heart since she was sixteen years old. Leaning into his embrace she nodded against his chest, allowing his strong arms to take some of her weight though not all of it. She had never had anyone besides Angel who could hold her up both in the physical way when she needed it and the emotional way. “Just a little bit.” She told him, holding up one hand so she could see that the ‘little bit’ was actually a lot judging by the way that she had spread her fingers to show quite a bit of room between the two.
She closed her eyes when he placed a kiss against her forehead, feeling better than she had in days now that his arms were around her. "You can ask, I won't get out the stake just yet." She told him with a small bit of amusement lacing her voice. "It was okay, just long." She almost whimpered before elaborating. “I got in early, found out that I had to stay for parent teacher conferences so I had to run home and change into professional garb even though today was supposed to be casual Friday and since most of my clothing is here I only had new stuff at my apartment I had to wear this which is all fine and dandy except the shoes are the devil before being broken in.” She finished, her voice almost a whine even though she had tried as hard as she could not to let it show.
Breaking out of his embrace (though she really didn’t want too) she leaned down and took off one shoe and then the other, throwing them on the couch before moaning an almost sexual moan though it wasn’t intended that way, it was just in relief. “Oh my god that’s seriously almost better than an orgasm.” She stated absentmindedly before she remembered where she was and more importantly who she was with and her cheeks flamed before she let out an embarrassed groan. “And we are going to both forget Buffy’s little outburst and pretend that she didn’t say it and that we didn’t hear it.” She stated, turning around and pointing a finger at him with a tilt of her blonde eyebrow. “Understood mister?” She asked, smiling in a pleading fashion.
Making her way back over to him she looked at the couch before the stairs. “I really want to go upstairs but I don’t think I’m going to make it that far.” She stated with a pout, knowing that she should suck it up and just walk up them but really, did she have the energy?
Word Count:: 486
Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: He should totally sweep her up and carry her upstairs like a good boyfriend. Lol 
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Post by angel on Oct 14, 2013 18:29:57 GMT -6
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When he saw the gesture he chuckled again lightly. "Just a little bit then.." he mused, he had a feeling it certainly hadn't been all that great. He knew just what Buffy had to juggle and what she had to too...he wished there were ways in which he could help her, but at the same time he understood that perhaps she didn't want help. So it went against his entire emotions not to act. When she lightheartedly joked about not bringing the stake out yet, he offered her a half smile. "I would hope not.. it would create some mess." He teased in return, as he related to the fact that a) he'd probably trash the place and b) he being staked would certainly leave a mess.
When Buffy begun speaking about her day he nodded, and listened as she pulled away from his embrace. Crossing his arms across his chest he watched as she removed her shoes, and continued to moan about the general day ahead. "Sounds a lot more interesting than mine." he stated, which was certainly true. He had spent the entire day.. quite literally moping around the house, reading a book here and there. It really had been quite the uneventful day. When she actually got around to removing the shoes, his dark eyebrow rose. That was.. new.. he thought as he listened to the sound that escaped her. Shifting somewhat uncomfortably he cleared his throat in response to the comment that followed, as if to state the fact that he was there.
When she turned to face him, his eyebrows rose briefly a sign of obvious discomfort and awkwardness. "Yes well..um..hm." was all he could really put together, before Buffy then advanced on him with subtle threats about pretending to not hear said conversation. In his defense he raised his hands in a passive gesture. "Right.. of course..not one bit." He replied with yet another small awkward chuckle. It was then Buffy begun to complain about walking up the stairs.. it wasn't as if there were a lot of stairs, but as he looked to her somewhat large eyes and wonderfully pouted lips. He knew then, what it was she was truly angling for even if she didn't quite see it herself.
Amused by such a turn of events, Angle chuckled with a smile before he made his way towards her. "So dramatic." He stated, with a somewhat playful smile before he scooped her up with ease, and carried her in a newlywed style up the stairs and into her bathroom, where he placed her down. "Better?" He mused, before he stepped away only to linger by the door way. Watching her for a moment, thoughts briefly plagued his mind. Despite they were thoughts he longed to cling on to and preserve, he could feel his composure slipping. "Well...I'll be downstairs. If you need me.. not that you need me.. but.." he finished, awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll just.. well...yeah." he stuttered almost as he pointed towards the exit of the bathroom with a small frown as he did so. He tried to shake such tempting thoughts and memories form his mind as he turned to leave.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 18, 2013 15:40:03 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She snickered about the comment about making a mess. “I’d be really annoyed to have to clean up the amount of ash that an old man such as yourself would leave.” She teased him. “So I guess I’ll keep you around. Also you’re nice to look at when I’ve had a bad day.” She told him with a smile before realizing that she was joking about his death and her smile dropped, shaking her head to push those thoughts of her head she closed her eyes. “I think I’m so exhausted that I’m delirious. Otherwise the thought of staking you would not be remotely funny to me.”
Hazel eyes rolled at his comment about her day being more interesting than his. "That wouldn't be so if you'd go back into business." She told him. "I know you loved it Angel...I'm surprised that you haven't tried to re-open Angel Investigations. You loved helping people...everyone that I've spoken with has told me how much you enjoyed it...I don't want to hold you back from doing something you love." She told him softly, having thought about this for a long time. They seemed to have fallen back into the old pattern of her giving out orders and him following her. She didn’t mind it but she sometimes worried that he would become resentful of her taking charge since he had been in charge of his own city for several years before their groups had been combined once again. She didn’t want to have to watch him walk away again and if that meant doing what she had to do she’d do it.
She said nothing about his display of submission when it came to forgetting her outburst, instead simply gave him a nod in what was supposed to be a stern way but really she just looked like a little girl acting as if she knew what she was talking about. Clearly no matter how many years she had gained while they'd been apart Angel would still always be the elder in their relationship.
Her thoughts had trailed off and as such she hadn’t noticed him advancing towards her until she felt her legs being swooped out from under her. “Omf” She let out before settling against his chest. “Ahhh, my very own knight in shining armor…or knight in black leather as the case usually is with you.” She told him playfully, leaning up to kiss his chin before closing her eyes and letting herself bask in the feeling of his strong arms holding her.
Too soon the ride was over and he let her off in the bathroom. “Angel?” She asked before she could stop herself. She knew this was probably a really bad idea but come on, it was Angel and her and really, she could use a little soaking in the tub time with her honey. “Okay this is going to sound so awkward and if you want to ignore me and continue to go back downstairs you can but you can always join me. And I know we can’t go further and what not but no one has ever died or gotten killed from hanging out in a hot tub.” She told him, motioning to the large tub that was actually the same size as a small hot tub. “Hell we can either put bathing suits on if you think that’ll help…I just know that I’ve had a long day and I’d like to spend the remaining time that I am actually conscious with you…however if you don’t want too then we don’t have to. It’s up to you.”
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Tehehehee. They need some tub time!
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Post by angel on Oct 18, 2013 16:09:47 GMT -6
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Suddenly the idea of being staked wasn't at all that appealing. At any rate he was glad that the conversation took a swift turn and avoided any further comments about death. When Buffy mentioned about going back into business, he would admit. He missed the action and the fighting.. he missed helping people and actually doing something. So there had been many times that he had thought about it, but had never taken it any further. He had left a few in LA, to look over Angel investigations, for the time being, he had of course made no promise of returning, but he had told them where he was should there be another end of the world crisis. "Hm, I admit. It has been a tempting idea.. but I couldn't leave..not again." he admitted, which was hard for him to say the least.. he wasn't one for all the.. emotional talk and admitting feelings.
However, he did find her concern endearing. Smiling softly, a half lop-sided smile he added. "I have left people in charge of LA, or what's left of it. To keep an eye on things.. but perhaps.. there is something, and someone around here that may need help?" He suggested, truthfully he had even thought about 'governing' Richmond, or Mystic Falls, yet at the same time he was sure both of them were occupied. Still, he wanted to help Buffy out.. it seemed a great deal for her to take on looking out for both Richmond and Mystic Falls, still it was an idea at any rate. None the less, moments later he had swooped her off, her feet and begun to carry her up the stairs with ease. In such a short time he relished in the soft, gentle kiss that he received against his chin.
The comment that she gave about the knight, certainly made him chuckle lowly. He really was no hero..at least that was how he saw himself. For that reason alone, was why he continued to seek redemption. Once he had settled her down, within the bathroom he was about to leave before Buffy called him. Turning around to face her, he waited. What offer he got next was not one he had expected...For a moment he stood there.. oh how tempting it was, yet it too was just as dangerous..did he risk it again? could he even regain control over himself. The offer was indeed enticing.. and who was he to resist it? he would just ask that they not share a kiss.. for he doubted his self restraint would last. It had been far too long..
Pausing, thoughtful for a moment.. he stepped back into the bathroom before closing the door behind him and locking it.. it HAD been a while since he had spent any time with Buffy.. it didn't matter if they hadn't been intimate..(they couldn't be) It mattered now that they spend time together at least.. and make up for all the time they had lost. He would admit, her concern once again only confirmed to him just how pure she really was. With a soft smile, as if to state the fact he agreed to this idea. He headed over towards her. "I could hardly say no.." he stated softly, dropping a kiss tentatively on her forehead before he turned away and turned on the taps, adding in the bubble bath that he knew she enjoyed, for he had smelt it on her several occasions.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 18, 2013 16:34:42 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She nodded, having known that with everything that happened with Wolfram and Hart (yes, she had heard about it though it was clear Angel had no intentions of telling her about any of it...and she understood since those had been dark periods in this life) but she had heard about the evil law firm that he had been in charge of and Angel Investigations. She had learned a lot over the past several months both from Angel himself (though it was rare that he opened up), Faith, Willow and a few others here and there. She had heard about it all and while a part of her wanted to hit him for not coming to her when he needed help, she understood since she hadn’t done so either.
“I’m glad to hear that you couldn’t leave again…though that wasn’t exactly what I was thinking. I was more thinking why not open it here…or at least a branch of it here. I’m sure people have the same problems here in Virginia that they did in California…just maybe not as many since they aren’t so close to the Hellmouth…or Hollywood for that matter.” She stated with a laugh, though it sounded false even to her own ears. She knew she didn’t want him to leave her side but she also knew that he was his own person now and she had to let him be. She also knew that she needed to depend on others and not just him. It was one of the reasons that him leaving Sunnydale after graduation had hit her so hard. Sure she had her friends and her watcher but really she had depended on him to back her up and after he left she felt as if she had no one.
It was another reason in the long line of reasons that she and the group had been able to be split apart during their first year of college.
She let the conversation stop for now, realizing that it was his life and he had to live it how he saw fit. She could insert opinion if and only if he asked her. Other than that she had to let him make his own decisions as he had to do the same for her. She knew it wouldn’t be easy but they were in a relationship and that was what one had to do in a relationship…compromise. Or at least she assumed they were in a relationship…they never truly defined what they were. They never had.
Embarrassment flooded her cheeks as he remained silent and she turned away, walking towards the tub and got ready to turn the hot water on. She liked the water hot and she knew that if on the slight chance he did decide to join her that his skin was not nearly as sensitive as hers so he wouldn’t mind it being extremely hot. However before she could do so she felt his arms around her and she turned around, a kiss being placed against her forehead. “I thought you would for a minute there.” She told him with a slight smile. “So are we going to be adults and just deal with the fact that we have seen everything either of us has to offer even if we can’t…utilize the knowledge or play it safe and hand out in boxers and a bathing suit?” She asked playfully, though she was curious as to which one he would prefer. She would prefer to feel his skin against hers but she didn’t want to make it any harder than it needed to be.
And no, that pun was certainly not intended.
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Tehehehee. They need some tub time!
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Post by angel on Oct 21, 2013 5:44:41 GMT -6
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Having shut the bathroom door behind him, and having already started to run the bath, he then replied to her earlier comment. To say, Buffy had read his mind would of been an understatement.. he had thought about it several time over, and the idea had been more than tempting, it did after all give him something to do.. It was an attractive idea, one that would deffinatly involve more thinking and planning "Perhaps.. It's an idea of course, and it would make things greatly easier for you. I know you already have a lot going on. Still.. It's something I'll consider." He added with a soft smile, perhaps he could mention it to Doyle? he was sure Doyle would be more than willing to help, perhaps even Connor as well..? Although the idea to include his son in his activities didn't seem all that appealing to him. However he had agreed to allow Connor to become more involved in his life...which meant dealing with the supernatural.
However that was a conversation for another time, he knew of course that should he open up an extra branch, his time spent with Buffy would be.. limited. Yet, at least she would still be near by though. Glancing towards Buffy who stood in the bathroom, he noticed the sudden blush within her cheeks. He would admit, he did always like it when he made her blush, it only proved to him that beneath her adult facade, she was still that teenager he had met all those years ago. Allowing the bath to run for the time being, he approached Buffy and wrapped his arms around her waist, only to place a soft kiss against her forehead. At her comment he chuckled softly, and smiled gently against her forehead, placing a secondary kiss to her temple. "No.. I doubt that if I did, I would of lasted long" he admitted, whilst subtly admitting that essentially Buffy was indeed his strongest weakness of all.
Pulling back from the embrace and the some what intimate moment. He went to turn the tap off, before the mass of bubbles overflowed.
So are we going to be adults and just deal with the fact that we have seen everything either of us has to offer even if we can’t…utilize the knowledge or play it safe and hand out in boxers and a bathing suit? Now that was both amusing, and embarrassing. With a half smile he turned back around to face her, once again the blush evident upon her face. Lifting his hand he brushed the back of his fingers across her heated cheek.
"I think, we can both be mature about this Buffy.." he mused, which meant they would indeed be bathing together nakedly. Despite how much he longed to feel her skin, against him he knew that they would of course have to be careful and remain in control. He just hoped for both their sakes that their will power would be strong enough.
With that said, Angel lowered his hand and begun to remove his vest top followed by his jeans, and so on so forth. It had certainly been a while since the two of them had spent time together.. or even slept next to one another. Once again, things often got in the way.. but they had to make do with what they had. It just so happened that today.. was the only day the two of them seemed to have off, not to mention the fact that the house was pleasantly quiet, which made a unusual difference. Once unclothed Angel climbed into the bath, it's temperature warm against his skin, but naturally the temperature between human and vampire would always be some degree different. Once he had climbed in, he offered out his hand towards the now clad Buffy..that alone was a beautiful sight, one he wished he could bask in that much longer.. it had been far too long.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 21, 2013 17:33:11 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She shook her head, not wanting him to think about her. She often felt selfish when it came to Angel because she would honestly be perfectly okay with him devoting all his time to her. It wasn't something that she would ever admit to anyone but herself but she missed the days that his life revolved around spending time with her. She obviously knew better than to think that things could ever be that way again. Angel had come into himself and she couldn’t help but be proud of him but that didn’t mean that she didn’t miss having someone love her as much as he had.
“Don’t do it because it’ll make things easier for me Angel. I can handle things just fine. I did it in Sunnydale for years and I can do it here. Plus don’t forget, lots more slayers here now.” She stated, her tone a tad sharper than she had intended so she worked to soften it just a little. “Do it because it’s what you want to do. If you want to take a beat for a bit and regroup before doing it, go for it. If you want to go to night school and become a college professor, do it. If you want to join the circus take pictures and then do it. Just do it for you…not for me.” She stated, hating the words but knowing they were the right ones to speak.
She leaned back into his chest, letting her eyes fall soft as her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks as she relaxed in the arms of her one true love for a brief moment, feeling his lips on her forehead and then her temple before opening her eyes once again. “Because I’m so irresistible right?” She asked jokingly, though she did often wonder if he still wanted her in the same way that he had when she was younger.
She nodded when he agreed that they were both adult enough and reached behind her to unzip her dress. She thought about requesting his help but figured that with their limitations that would be too much so instead she simply took it down herself, having a lot of practice since she had to dress up in dresses most days for work. She knew Angel had been surprised at her appearance but that's because she usually was back and in jeans and a tank top or something similar by the time she saw him during the evenings. Setting her dress on her counter top to be put in the pile that needed to be dry cleaned before turning back to him, watching him undress with hooded eyes before she did the same thing.
Reaching behind her again she took her bra off, letting it fall to the floor before hooking her fingers underneath the sides of her black lacy boy short panties and removing those as well. She was completely bare everywhere and more than a little grateful that she kept up on her waxing. She hated hair and it was one of the many reasons that she loved Angel's arms and chest as they were devoid of hair as well. Taking Angel’s hand she slipped into the tub, settling in front of him before leaning her back against his chest. “I love you.” She whispered, almost embarrassed to admit and yet feeling the need to tell him either way.
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Should I make a Buffy/Angel tub manipulation for this thread?
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Post by angel on Oct 22, 2013 13:25:49 GMT -6
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As they settled down with the bath, Angel wrapped his arms around Buffy's shoulders and torso, bringing her to rest against his chest. His chin rested atop her head in the process as he listened to all her wisdom, despite being so young. He knew that she could handle many things, but that didn't stop him worrying about her, he couldn't help it.. he had a soul after all. "True.. but that doesn't mean I won't worry about you Buffy." He admitted, pressing his lips against her sweet smelling hair. It was an appealing idea, one that would keep him occupied.. and one that would at least give him some purpose.. it was strange. For years before, he had thought that he already had a purpose.. but it was funny how things never really turned out the way you wanted them too. Fate certainly had a twisted sense of humor.
"Maybe I will..I would need to find somewhere first.. " He stated, more to himself than to Buffy. When she commented about being a professor, among other things and he couldn't help but smile and chuckle softly. "I'm a terrible performer..not to mention the teaching? I spend most of my time listening to screaming teenagers.. I enjoy the quiet." He admitted, which was true he had always preferred the dark, and preferred to remain on his own. That was just how he had lived both as Angelus and Liam. Always the independent being. Still as the conversation shifted, Angel smile. Oh she was irresistible alright and it was perhaps the most frustrating part. Having something.. seeing something so beautiful.. yet not being able to fully indulge in it. For a moment they basked in the quietness that surrounded them, as he listened to Buffy's racing heartbeat.. no matter how she tried he could always tell.
"I love you too." He murmured softly against her fair hair, before he sighed contently... he was indeed happy, but he would have to keep a check on things. After several moments had passed, he removed his arms from around Buffy's shoulders and torso, before he grabbed the sponge, and soaked up the water only to lightly dab it, and squeeze it upon Buffy's back. Naturally.. with her back turned to him, he couldn't hide that underlying hunger he felt. The hunger both he and Angelus felt.. the taste of blood, yet the taste of everything that was Buffy, a taste and smell he doubted he could ever get enough of.
With his breath somewhat hitched, although he hid it best he could he once again repeated the process and continued to wash her back, lightly massaging in the soap into her skin. He watched idly as the small soap buds glistened under the dim light of the bathroom, he watched tentatively as droplets of water trickled down her neck, back and arms. Once her back was washed he then proceeded to rinse of the soap. "Perhaps.. I will take up that offer.. of opening up a branch..." he commented conversationally, in attempts to distract his underlying hunger that he felt, both physically and mentally. How did he deserve such a beautiful thing?
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 26, 2013 17:07:50 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She allowed her eyes to lose as her lashes laid upon her cheeks. To anyone else who just saw her face she would look like an angel. Her golden hair and her young features completely hidden normally by her wise eyes were the only things on display upon her face and if anyone saw her they would have never understood what hell she went through over the past few years. She of course had never seen that about herself, seeing herself in a different light as most. She knew what she was, she had long since accepted it. She had killed before and she did it on a daily basis. Even though some would argue that the things she killed were just that, things, she didn’t agree. Wasn’t she currently in the arms of a vampire right now, loving him with every beat of her heart? Yes she was and it was that knowledge that gave her the knowingness that she had murdered and did it often.
She often pushed those thoughts down though she did feel her body tense a bit before Angel’s velvet voice caused her to relax even more. It was a slippery slope she was on but she waded it and once she was back to her thoughts she answered him.
“You should know I can take care of myself.” She told him airily, though there was something in her tone that said she was thinking hard about something. She doubted Angel would quiz her about it because that wasn’t him really but if he did she would tell him something that wasn’t necessarily a lie while not being the whole truth. She loved him fiercely but there were a few things that she didn’t want to discuss with him and that was one of them.
She smiled, her eyes still closed as she felt the warm water around her. Angel's cool body against hers in the hot water felt magical and while she knew most women would use it to their advantage, she was content to just lay in the arms of her dark knight who had showed her a world she had never known before. Even though she had already known about vampires before meeting Angel that didn't mean that she had known enough. Angel was the reason she had been the oldest living slayer and while she doubted he realized that she promised herself silently to tell him soon. “True.” Was all she said, knowing he was right.
Brushing her hair back to one side she felt her scar as her hand brushed against it, left there by Angel’s bite long ago. She never let anyone else touch it and while she doubted he thought about it with anything close to happiness, she had always liked the mark. She had saved his life and that gave her a sense of peace as she would have never wanted him to die. She had lived through that once and would do whatever she could not to have to deal with it again. However it also gave her a tangible reminder that he was real, not some fantasy that she had made up which she had questioned during dark periods when she was lonely and could have used his shoulder to cry on.
“I think it would be good for you. You liked being in charge of your own stuff.” She stated, feeling a pang in her heart of losing her again.
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Should I make a Buffy/Angel tub manipulation for this thread?
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Post by angel on Nov 2, 2013 16:38:39 GMT -6
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Chuckling lowly, Angel nodded. "I know you can, but for once let someone else take care of you." he stated softly as he dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder, it felt so warm beneath his lips that his grip for a moment tightened around her. This moment was bliss, he was content to stay where he was and not have to worry about anything else. For once it was just he and Buffy and no one else, the way it should of been from the very beginning. With that said Angel's hands washed slowly across her body, ever so slightly massaging across her skin in attempt to relive the many knots she had collected. Once washed he trickled warm water across her back, rising away the soap and with it the day's troubles.
Angel could tell that something played heavy on Buffy's mind, but he also knew better then to question that matter.. Buffy would tell him eventually if she saw it necessary, for now all he could do was to ensure that she was taken care of for a change and that she could generally relax, if only for a moment. A moment that would at least do her a world of good. As Angel continued to rinse her back, he lifted his hand to wet her hair his touch soft and tender; as Buffy then brushed her hair to the side, his eyes glanced upon the visible mark that dominated half of her neck. Frowning softly, he was reminded of that night.. he still felt disgusted at himself, for what he had done, what he had allowed himself to do. Despite the fact Buffy argued it and challenged it.
I think it would be good for you. You liked being in charge of your own stuff. Buffy stated, bringing Angel back to the reality before him.
"Maybe, we shall see though I'd have to find a building somewhere first..perhaps Richmond." He commented lowly, before he squirted shampoo onto his hands only to then slowly apply it to Buffy's head. Massaging and lathering it into her hair, beneath and against him he could feel her body cave and relax at his touch. This was what he had been aiming for, he had wanted her to relax.. to simply be allowed to be taken care of for a change. "You know.. you worry far too much, as I said.. let someone else take care of you for a change, and relax. Your pushing yourself as hard as you can at the moment." He added, his voice close to her ear as she leaned further against him.
The house for the moment remained quiet, he watched as Buffy's face twisted in response to his gestures, he too felt the warmth of her body and the bath surround them. There was so much more he wanted to give, wanted to do.. yet he couldn't for he feared the outcome of it. Deep down he felt like he was letting her down.. or that he wasn't enough for her. He knew that she deserved better, yet she still chose him, time and time again, but why?
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Nov 4, 2013 12:20:59 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Feeling his lips on her bare shoulder sent a shiver of pleasure through the blonde slayer though she tried to hide it as best as she could. She knew that they were playing with fire and both could easily end up burned. She loved this man and wanted him with a desperation that she hadn't felt in years but she had also learned to control her impulses which was a good thing since that meant Angel could relax a little bit more instead of always having to worry about being the responsible one. She knew back in Sunnydale it had been exhausting to always have to put the stop to things though she had been better than most seventeen and eighteen year olds.
Feeling the need the relieve the sudden tense atmosphere she looked back at him with a playful smile. "Any idea who should be the one to take care of me? I mean I guess I could start a poll or something but if you have any ideas I'm all for listening. You know, to give my input of course." She told him with a cheeky grin. She would have kept up the playfulness however the sensual atmosphere that Angel was creating stopped her and instead she allowed herself to simply feel, her eyes drifting shut as she did. She wished he would be invoking these feelings within her on purpose with plans to make good on them later however she knew that she had to keep herself in check since they weren’t able to relieve any tension.
"I should probably be jealous at how good you are at this but I find myself not caring too much." She stated as he worked the knots out of her shoulders and neck. She didn't want to think about where he had learned these skills so instead she just allowed herself to feel, not worrying about anything at the moment except for his hands on her skin.
She couldn't help but release a groan as Angel's large hands worked her shampoo into her hair. "Okay if you ever decide to stop being a private investigator...shampoo boy is definitely your calling." She muttered, biting her lip to keep another groan from escaping. She really needed to keep herself in check though it was difficult since she knew from the few memories she had of them together that they were perfect when connected and as soon as that thought entered her mind she shoved it aside, knowing it would do her no good to become aroused at the moment…at least anymore than she already was.
"I worry too much? I am talking to the famous Mr. Broody aren't I? You take too much on yourself too you know." She muttered. "Besides, I'd rather worry and freak out since I'm so used to it now rather than let someone else do it. I don't want the girls to deal with what I had to for so long. I want them to be able to have a life and not worry so much all the time. So if I have to take the brunt of it then that's what I'll do."
Silence enveloped them suddenly and she turned her head to see what he was doing, her wet hair impeding her vision just a little but she wiped it away quickly to look at his face. “What’s the matter? You’ve got something face.” She told him, moving her wet hand to caress his cheek, water droplets being left behind but she didn’t bother removing her hand. “Talk to me.”
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
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Post by angel on Nov 4, 2013 13:05:11 GMT -6
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Smiling as he lathered the shampoo slowly and deeply into her hair he replied as he worked through the few knots she had. "Buffy, you know that I would do anything for you.. so let me take care of you.. so you don't have to worry or stress." he stated calmly, already he found such a situation difficult his body ached all over, but it was an ache he only ever got when close to her.. the ache was for Buffy.. and would never truly go away.. but time and time again did he wish for that moment.. that moment of pure bliss and happiness where each and every ache was dealt with. As Buffy commented about how good he was, he merely smiled again "The less you know the better." he mused softly as he left her hair alone for the moment only to continue to massage her back in slow circles, pushing and ironing out each knot and kink that he could feel. It was obvious.. beneath his hands that Buffy had been and was stressed, or perhaps it was another form of tension that she felt? One that he knew he couldn't fix.
As he continued he heard a moan escape Buffy.. a sound that caused him to pause briefly. It was a sound so wonderful that ignited something within him, like a dim candle wick brought back to life.. flickering in the darkness that filled him. His breath having hitched a fraction in response to such a sound he frowned focusing upon her back and her hair as his hands continued their work. "Yes.. you do worry more than you should." He added in reply, only to listen to what else it was she had to say. It was clear in her tone, that she was determined to grant the girls the life she had never had, to provide them with the chance that Buffy never hand.. and to allow them that small choice. Smiling softly he added "I can see you care for them.. and want the best for them. I understand that, but Buffy.. you need to think about yourself if only for a moment. What is it you want?" He asked as he begun to rinse off her back a second time, followed by the slow rinsing of her hair.
It was then she turned to him, asking him what it was that bothered him, she in doing so had turned most of her body to face him, granting him with a pleasant view.. yet the gentleman that he was looked only to her face, and to her concern. "Nothing.." he frowned, knowing that it would prove no good in lying to her. "I wish.. there was just more that I could give you.. you deserve more.." He announced with a soft almost painful sigh, before he lifted his hand to lay atop her own hand that caressed his face tenderly. "Buffy.. I love you..and I'm stuck wondering why? Why after everything is it you still love me, what make me so different?" He questioned softly, his tone curious. He couldn't help but wonder what made his so different to all the other men? so much so that Buffy picked him time and time again? Removing her hand slowly he came to place both his and her hand atop where his heart would of been beating, it's beating that would of only been for her.. it was then he remembered so vividly when he had been human. It truly was torture the games in which fate played to present her before him in such a manner, that he found it harder to resist each passing moment.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Nov 7, 2013 12:13:18 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She bit her lip, refusing to reply as he stated that he wanted to take care of her. How could she answer that? She had gotten so used to caring for herself that it felt almost wrong somehow to allow someone else to take the reins, even for a few moments. When Angel had lived in Sunnydale she used to spend most nights with him so whenever she would get stressed or afraid or worried or just generally annoyed she would rant to him and allow him to take her worries away for a few hours. After he left she didn't allow herself to lean on anyone like that anymore.
It was the main reason that Riley left. She doubted Angel knew or cared for that matter why she and Riley split up but that was the reason right there. Well no, they broke up because Riley had been allowing vampires to feed on him like some weird…she didn’t even want to figure out a word for it. However he had left Sunnydale because she hadn’t allowed herself to lean on him. When Angel came to Sunnydale and held her after her mother’s funeral…that was the first time she had allowed herself to be comforted since she had found out her mother got sick. And she knew that had it been Riley, she wouldn’t have cried, nor talked as much as she had that night. She would have held it in and it wasn’t healthy.
Angel was the only person she had ever been able to lean on in that fashion and yet because of the walls she had built around her the past few years, it was hard to allow herself to do so again. "What I want doesn't matter though." She stated after several moments. "My life will be the same as long as I live. I will fight darkness and train these girls." She stated, not wanting to admit that it scared her to think about what she wanted since she truly couldn't have what she wanted. "I stopped dreaming a long time ago...dreaming only leads to disappointments." She stated softly, too soft for anyone other than someone with supernatural hearing to be able to hear her.
She was surprised to hear what was apparently bothering him. "Angel, you being back...has given me everything I wanted." She told him honestly, her hazel eyes wide as she stared into his chocolate brown irises. "I know we have limitations on what we can do and I accept that. Do I wish that we could have more? Sure. But do I wish that I had some normal guy here sitting in this bath tub with me? Hell no. You are the only one I ever wanted...no matter if it was your heart, your friendship...it didn't matter. I just wanted you in my life in whatever capacity you were willing to give."
In a move that surprised both of them she maneuvered so that she was facing him. She could feel his arousal right in front of her own but she ignored it, knowing that now was not the time to test the boundaries for his curse. No, she was much more focused on the man sitting in front of her who had taken her hand and pressed it upon his silent heart. "I could ask you the same thing." She told him honestly. "Love isn't supposed to be easy...if it was why would love mean as much as it does?" She asked him. “I love you because you are the other half of my soul. You own my heart and have since I was sixteen. I didn’t realize it at the time but from the moment I knocked you on your ass in that alley way, I belonged to you.” She smiled sheepishly at him. “No matter how much I tried to deny it at times.”
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
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Note:: Should I make a Buffy/Angel tub manipulation for this thread?
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