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Part 18
Darla woke and looked over at the clock. It was just after two p.m. She propped herself up on one elbow and gazed at her lover, sleeping next to her. He was worn out, probably, she smiled at the thought. She was amazed she was awake so early herself. They'd made love for hours. She'd proven her gratitude to him, multiple times. And he hadn't left her wanting, either. He'd made her come so many times, she'd had trouble catching her breath in between.
They'd finally fallen asleep around eight, her head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his, his arms around her waist.
"I love you, Angelus," she whispered then, stroking his cheek gently. "I wonder, do you know already? You once considered that emotion to be for weaklings, do you still feel that way? Or could you..." she trailed off, and rolled over onto her back. "If you know, then you're tolerating it. If you don't know, I could lose the closeness we have by my telling you. I won't take that chance. I won't lose you again."
Angelus heard every word and it didn't upset him. He'd suspected his sire's feelings for a century and had never been irritated by them. He had enjoyed the closeness they'd had, more equals than Sire/Childe. He hadn't minded her affections for him, partially because he'd worshiped her from the moment she'd turned him. Though he'd never thought of his feelings for her as love. Perhaps it was.
He'd been relieved when he'd heard her reveal her feelings the previous night to Lindsey. He'd been worried that deep down she'd be holding a grudge against him. After all, his souled self had destroyed her. Knowing that her feelings for him hadn't changed though, that meant they had a chance for regaining what they'd once had. What they should have had, if he'd not been torn from her side by the gypsy curse.
He would turn her eventually and they would be mates again, this time officially. If she'd ever thought of making it official a century ago, her sire, The Master, would never have allowed it. He'd not been impressed with Angelus, and the feeling had been mutual. But as Angelus was now the oldest surviving member of their clan, there would be no one to oppose their mating.
He smiled and made a show of stretching, so she'd think he was just now awakening. He opened his eyes, and looked over at her. "Good morning, Darlin'," he drawled, reaching over to pull her to him. "Have you recovered?" he teased her. He knew he'd overwhelmed her with his sexual appetite earlier that morning. Once he'd pulled her into his arms, though, the reality that the blood on her could well have been hers had hit him like a brick. He'd been overpowered by the urge to get lost inside her, to own her, to make her his and only his. He hoped now that he hadn't been too reckless with her. Sometimes he forgot she was a human now and couldn't take his rougher nature.
Darla grinned and rolled over on top of him, sitting up and straddling his hips. "I think I have," she said, hissing in pleasure as she rubbed his quickly hardening cock against her ****. Angelus growled and ran his hands up her body to her breasts, kneading them roughly. She moaned and leaned over, still grinding herself against his cock. He pulled one breast into his mouth, alternately biting the nipple then laving it with his tongue.
He groaned as she thrust harder against his cock, hearing her whimper as she found the perfect pressure on her clit. She was so ready for him, he could feel her moisture leaking out. But he fought the urge to grab her and slam her down on his cock. He enjoyed letting her have control occasionally. He felt her trembling, and knew she was close. He was so close to climax himself, with her grinding on his cock. But he wanted to be inside her.
"Darla," he growled as he vamped out. Her eyes met his and she understood what he was asking. Without warning, she raised her hips off his, then slammed herself down on his cock. She came with a scream, "ANGELUS!" and he followed after a few quick thrusts, growling and biting her breast, sending her into an even more powerful orgasm than the first.
She collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath. "That was quite an interesting way to wake up," she said, looking up at him with a grin.
Angelus chuckled. "I can't think of a better way to start the day," he said, letting his hands roam over her sides and back.
"Mmm," she smiled. "I think I need a shower though." She rolled off him, curling up next to him and kissing him. He was pleased that she didn't move off the bed, waiting for him to reply.
"Only if I can join you," he said with a grin.
She laughed, "Neither of us are likely to stay clean that way." She stood though and held out her hand to him. He took it and they had walked into the bathroom when they heard Cordelia's scream.
"What the ****?" Angelus frowned.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!"
"Stay here," he said to Darla, raising his hand when he saw her open her mouth to protest. "Darla, don't argue with me. Stay HERE," he ordered. He then ran out, pulling on a pair of jeans as he did so.
Darla sighed, assuming, Cordelia is just being melodramatic. Probably a broken nail or ripped pantyhose She took a quick shower, wondering what was keeping Angelus. As she dried off, she was growing quite aggravated. Certain there was nothing to worry about, she threw on her red dress, ready to find out what the hold-up was, and walked back into the bedroom. Then she heard the sounds of yelling, accomanied by gunshots.
Part 18
Darla woke and looked over at the clock. It was just after two p.m. She propped herself up on one elbow and gazed at her lover, sleeping next to her. He was worn out, probably, she smiled at the thought. She was amazed she was awake so early herself. They'd made love for hours. She'd proven her gratitude to him, multiple times. And he hadn't left her wanting, either. He'd made her come so many times, she'd had trouble catching her breath in between.
They'd finally fallen asleep around eight, her head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his, his arms around her waist.
"I love you, Angelus," she whispered then, stroking his cheek gently. "I wonder, do you know already? You once considered that emotion to be for weaklings, do you still feel that way? Or could you..." she trailed off, and rolled over onto her back. "If you know, then you're tolerating it. If you don't know, I could lose the closeness we have by my telling you. I won't take that chance. I won't lose you again."
Angelus heard every word and it didn't upset him. He'd suspected his sire's feelings for a century and had never been irritated by them. He had enjoyed the closeness they'd had, more equals than Sire/Childe. He hadn't minded her affections for him, partially because he'd worshiped her from the moment she'd turned him. Though he'd never thought of his feelings for her as love. Perhaps it was.
He'd been relieved when he'd heard her reveal her feelings the previous night to Lindsey. He'd been worried that deep down she'd be holding a grudge against him. After all, his souled self had destroyed her. Knowing that her feelings for him hadn't changed though, that meant they had a chance for regaining what they'd once had. What they should have had, if he'd not been torn from her side by the gypsy curse.
He would turn her eventually and they would be mates again, this time officially. If she'd ever thought of making it official a century ago, her sire, The Master, would never have allowed it. He'd not been impressed with Angelus, and the feeling had been mutual. But as Angelus was now the oldest surviving member of their clan, there would be no one to oppose their mating.
He smiled and made a show of stretching, so she'd think he was just now awakening. He opened his eyes, and looked over at her. "Good morning, Darlin'," he drawled, reaching over to pull her to him. "Have you recovered?" he teased her. He knew he'd overwhelmed her with his sexual appetite earlier that morning. Once he'd pulled her into his arms, though, the reality that the blood on her could well have been hers had hit him like a brick. He'd been overpowered by the urge to get lost inside her, to own her, to make her his and only his. He hoped now that he hadn't been too reckless with her. Sometimes he forgot she was a human now and couldn't take his rougher nature.
Darla grinned and rolled over on top of him, sitting up and straddling his hips. "I think I have," she said, hissing in pleasure as she rubbed his quickly hardening cock against her ****. Angelus growled and ran his hands up her body to her breasts, kneading them roughly. She moaned and leaned over, still grinding herself against his cock. He pulled one breast into his mouth, alternately biting the nipple then laving it with his tongue.
He groaned as she thrust harder against his cock, hearing her whimper as she found the perfect pressure on her clit. She was so ready for him, he could feel her moisture leaking out. But he fought the urge to grab her and slam her down on his cock. He enjoyed letting her have control occasionally. He felt her trembling, and knew she was close. He was so close to climax himself, with her grinding on his cock. But he wanted to be inside her.
"Darla," he growled as he vamped out. Her eyes met his and she understood what he was asking. Without warning, she raised her hips off his, then slammed herself down on his cock. She came with a scream, "ANGELUS!" and he followed after a few quick thrusts, growling and biting her breast, sending her into an even more powerful orgasm than the first.
She collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath. "That was quite an interesting way to wake up," she said, looking up at him with a grin.
Angelus chuckled. "I can't think of a better way to start the day," he said, letting his hands roam over her sides and back.
"Mmm," she smiled. "I think I need a shower though." She rolled off him, curling up next to him and kissing him. He was pleased that she didn't move off the bed, waiting for him to reply.
"Only if I can join you," he said with a grin.
She laughed, "Neither of us are likely to stay clean that way." She stood though and held out her hand to him. He took it and they had walked into the bathroom when they heard Cordelia's scream.
"What the ****?" Angelus frowned.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!"
"Stay here," he said to Darla, raising his hand when he saw her open her mouth to protest. "Darla, don't argue with me. Stay HERE," he ordered. He then ran out, pulling on a pair of jeans as he did so.
Darla sighed, assuming, Cordelia is just being melodramatic. Probably a broken nail or ripped pantyhose She took a quick shower, wondering what was keeping Angelus. As she dried off, she was growing quite aggravated. Certain there was nothing to worry about, she threw on her red dress, ready to find out what the hold-up was, and walked back into the bedroom. Then she heard the sounds of yelling, accomanied by gunshots.