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Buffy's car swerved left and right as she sped back to the apartment. She only prayed she got there before he left. Almost before she could finish screeching to a halt, pulling the parking break on and turning off the ignition, Buffy was sprinting into the building.

"Angel!" she called out loudly, opening the door with a bang and instantly searching the close quarters. "Angel?" she yelled. There was no answer. She ran through the empty apartment, hoping against hope that he'd appear. "Angel?" her whisper echoed in the darkness.

"Buffy?" Angel said as he walked in the open doorway.

Buffy spared no attention to his appearance as she launched herself on him. She held his face between her hands and kissed him all over.

"Woah," Angel halted her with a chuckle. "Where did this come from?"

"I just had a talk with Willow," Buffy mumbled as she continued trailing kisses over his jaw. "She opened my eyes."

Angel wrapped his arms around her and kicked the door shut. "Oh did she? How's that?"

Buffy leaned back, oblivious to the apprehension in her eyes though Angel was not. "She made me see how much I love you. How much I can't let you go."

Angel grinned. "Mmmm. She and Doyle and Cordelia have had a lot on their hands, trying to deal with us, haven't they?"

"I'll have to remember to thank them," she murmured softly.

Angel arched a brow. "Buffy. Really, what's this about?"

Buffy jumped down off of him and began pacing. "I...I don't know how to tell you this. I mean, I do, but...." She looked up at him and squared her shoulders. "I love you. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. Not again. If you walk away again, I think I might die," she ended in a whisper.

Angel stepped forward and enfolded her in his embrace. "I'm not leaving you, Buffy. I was wrong to do so in the first place. So wrong. If I hadn't, nothing bad would have happened to you. Not like it did."

Buffy stared as the tears began rolling down his face. She tried to soothe him with a kiss. "Angel, don't. None of that was your fault."

Angel looked closely at her. "You don't blame me?" he asked hesitantly.

Buffy laughed nervously. "How could I blame you for that? Angel, no. Don't even think it. I could never blame you," she reassured him.

He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you. I thought I could stop, but I never did."

"I never stopped loving you either," she told him, caressing his cheek with her fingertips.

"I want to make love to you," he told her honestly. "But I know you don't care for my touch."

Buffy's eyes opened wide. "Where in the world did you get that idea?"

"The other day," he told her. "When you flinched the moment my fingers touched you."

Buffy shook her head. "Angel, I'm sorry. Believe me, it wasn't you. I...I just have a hard time with any man's touch. Especially if it's unexpected."

Angel's eyes widened in understanding and he immediately pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her long silken hair. "Oh Buffy, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you ever had to experience that." The anguish in his voice made her heart ache for him.

"Angel, I haven't had sex since...well, you know. But I want to make love to you, too. I want to feel you, experience you. Know that it's just you and me." As she spoke, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, her fingers dancing lightly over his icy skin. She reveled in the smooth, hard feel of the muscles in his chest, his arms, his back. "I just wanna take it slow."

Angel cupped her face in his hand, his thumb tracing over the outline of her lips. "I understand," he murmured hoarsely as her tongue flicked out, wetting his fingers as she drew them into her mouth, one by one. His other hand busied itself unzipping her, which was a laughable attempt with only one hand. And Buffy did laugh, the sound healing the cracks in his heart.

"I love you," she murmured every time she pressed a kiss to his chest. Her tongue toyed with is nipples and her teeth scraped at them lightly. She was playful and passionate and she enflamed his senses. When she rested her cheek on the spot above his heart, Angel looped his fingers in the straps of her dress and slid them down her arms. He pushed her back a bit, wanted to enjoy the sight of her breasts, bared to his view. They were full and smooth and her hardened nipples were a dusky rose. His head dipped down, capturing once of those pert nipples between his lips as he laved at her. His fingers stroked the under curve of her breasts, playing over the sensitive bundle of nerves there.

Buffy felt like she was about to fall. In fact, she would have had Angel not chosen that time to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the bed. As he set her down, he withdrew the rest of her dress, leaving her body shockingly, yet pleasingly, bare. Though she had lost weight, her body was still molded to fit his. As his eyes washed over every curve and hollow, he was overcome by an intense need to be inside of her. But Buffy needed to take it slow. Or at least to set her own pace. She reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans, each flip of her small fingers exposing more of his aching erection. Her fingertips played with the springy dark curls before encompassing his hard shaft and pulling him free. Instantly, he pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, only to join her on the bed. He did not climb on top of her, as so many men would have, but he laid down next to her on his side, his gaze worshipping her body.

She reached up and joined her hands with his. How she had ever feared that man's touch, Buffy could not imagine. Hands together, she led his fingers to her core. She slid their fingers over her slick slit, and against his cold flesh, she could almost imagine how hot she seemed to him. The thought made Buffy even more aroused. Angel loved her. Angel wanted her. Most. She slid their fingers inside of her, slightly stretching her tight confines.

Angel watched as both of their fingers slid inside of her. The sight was incredibly erotic to him, knowing she was feeling the exact same thing he was at this moment. "Buffy," he whispered in her ear. Her back arched up off of the bed and she turned to look up at him. Gone was the fear in her eyes, replaced by a look of love and longing and desire that he knew mirrored his own emotions. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a breathtaking kiss, enticing her tongue to spar with his as he drew her to a more violent level of passion.

Releasing her grasp on his hand, Buffy pulled Angel atop her. "Now," she breathed as she looked into his stormy gaze. She needed to feel him inside of her now. Obligingly, Angel positioned himself at her entrance before slowly sheathing himself within her. She was tighter and hotter than he could have imagined, or remembered, but she felt like home. Like heaven. Buffy drew her legs up and locked them around Angel's waist, allowing him a deeper entry as his strokes began. They locked gazes and moved together in a slow dance. He was so gentle with her that it brought tears to her eyes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Not necessarily the sex or the hunger, but the trust. Her hips rocked against his and he followed her instead of leading. This was her time. He would do anything she asked as long as he knew it would strengthen the bond between them.

The friction between them began spiraling towards her center. She writhed under him, but still he was under control, his slow, long strokes driving her insane with need. As the first wave of her climax crested over her body, Angel picked up his pace. He drove into her, deeper and deeper, causing her to moan his name out loud. He braced one hand on the bed as he pushed himself up, the other hand grasping her hips to his as his thrusts caused her body to arch and rock beneath his. Her hands roamed over the taut muscles of his back as he strained above her, and as the pleasure exploded inside of her, her nails dug deeply into his flesh. But Angel was barely aware of it. With a final plunge, he sunk into her, emptying his cold seed into her tight channel that was still gripping him.

Angel collapsed to her side and drew him over with him, settling her on top of him. He brushed back a few strands of hair that were clinging to her forehead, shining with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her could feel her erratic heartbeat against his chest. Angel felt at peace. He felt...happy. Blessed. He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I love you," he murmured.

"Mmmmm, I love you too," she told him drowsily.

"You know you'll never get rid of me now, don't you?" he asked teasingly.

Buffy grinned. "Is that a promise?" Her eyes sprang open and she scrambled off of him. Angel watched with apprehension as she toyed with her bags. But, after pulling out two boxes, she snuggled back down next to him. She handed the larger box to him. "Open it," she said with a secretive smile.

"What is it?" Angel asked, a bemused grin playing over his lips.

"Open it and find out. I saw it when I was traveling, and I couldn't pass it up. Of course, I never thought I'd actually give it to you, but.... That's neither here nor there now. Anyway, open it," she smiled excitedly.

Gently, Angel opened the velvet black box. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside. It was a Claddagh ring. Carefully, he pulled it out, shooting her a curious look.

Buffy blushed as she took the ring and slid it onto the ring finger of his left hand. The finger a wedding band would belong on. "'Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody'," she quoted him shyly.

With a knowing smile, Angel took the other, smaller, box and opened it, revealing the ring he'd given her years ago. Again, he carefully pulled the ring out, but this time he slipped it onto her ring finger, heart pointing towards her, and placed a tender kiss atop it, his lips also brushing lightly over her knuckles. His eyes were bright and full of promises that he would keep forever more.

"You belong to me."





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