Title: Slowdown

Author: bashipforever

Summary: “But how do you know? I mean have you had the whole moment of perfect happiness since then? Very post NFA

Prompt: Passion stagesoflove

Fandom: Btvs/Ats Buffy/Angel

 

 

She mewled softly and tangled her fingers in his hair as he nibbled at her neck. His hand went to the small of her back, pulling her flush with his body as his other hand crept up her side, under her blouse counting her ribs.

 

She shivered at the feel of him pressed against her and ached at the need to feel his skin. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, her fingers clumsy on the buttons. She whimpered impatiently before ripping at the shirt, leaving it in tatters.

 

Angel growled low in his chest, as her hands skimmed along the marble white of his chest, tucking the tips of her fingers in the waistband of his pants. He pushed her back against a wall, nimble fingers racing down the buttons of her blouse. He pulled away to watch her face as his fingers skimmed reverently over her shoulders, pushing the blouse from her body.

 

She wore a shell pink bra with lace scalloping along the edges. His throat closed as he trailed his fingers across her collarbone, down the strap of that delicate bra and along the lace edges caressing the swell of her breasts. He took a deep breath, trying to make the world stop spinning for a moment before giving in. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, his tongue laving at the scar there.

 

“Oh God…Angel…” It was an exhalation of breath, ragged and needy. “Oh God, Angel!” Buffy exclaimed horror and realization creeping into her voice. She shoved him away from her. Angel stumbled back, confusion furrowed his brow.

 

“What are we doing?” Buffy asked. She started pacing the room, her fingers raking through her hair as she took great, panting breaths. “We can’t-I mean…our track record…not so good.”

 

“My soul is bound, Buffy. I can’t lose it,” Angel answered once he’d regained the power of speech.

 

“But how do you know? I mean have you had the whole moment of perfect happiness since then? No,…don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know. Besides it’s-I mean the powers bound it as a reward right? What if they changed their mind? Or what if they did shoddy work? What if they were working for the powers that be evil version? What if-“

 

Angel stopped her ramble by grabbing both her hands in his. He crouched so that he was eye level with her. “Buffy, I’m not going to lose my soul.”

 

She watched him for a moment, a kaleidoscope of emotions flitting through her green eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble and tears drown every emotion except pain. “I can’t kill you again.” Her voice sounded shattered and broken.

She’d always been able to break him this way. He dipped his head, kissed her knuckles and then leaned in placing a whisper soft kiss on her lips. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised her.