CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S - ...And the Living is Easy

Summary: Buffy returns to the mansion with news. How will Angel react? Title snagged from "Summertime" by Billie Holliday.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Buffy/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
DEDICATION: To Indie, Rhi and Amy, for various comments and feedback that inspired me to give them more TEAOW&S and, in particular, B/A(us). I'm very, very pleased with the way this turned out, and it's all thanks to these three ladies! Also to Mary Ann who just wrote me about the previous fic in this series and called me evil for not writing the A/S smut. You know that's just a challenge, hon. Calling me evil just tickles me silly. :)
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Buffy waved to her mom as the SUV pulled away, then turned and walked slowly towards the front door of the mansion. It was a beautiful late summer evening, and she stopped to admire the blooming roses. Since she and Willow had moved in over a year before, the mansion had slowly began to look lived in, and the two girls had spent hours in the sun planting flower beds and trimming trees.

The roses were a concession to Drusilla, but Buffy no longer minded the mad vampiress' place in their life, and even took a bit of pleasure in the joy the flowers brought her.

Opening the door, Buffy stepped inside the house and was immediately inundated with the sounds of life. The mansion housed nine permanent residents--six vampires, two humans, one infant--but there were usually others visiting. A peek into the living room showed that Angel was holding court with a small contingent of woodland fairies, Penn at his side taking meticulous notes.

Buffy slipped past the door and followed the sound of a baby crying. It led her to the kitchen where Willow sat at the table stroking four-month old Rose's back as the baby cried. Spike stood at the stove, adjusting the gas beneath the risotto he was making to go with the pork tenderloin baking in the oven.

"I think she may be teething, oh, hi Buffy." Willow gave her best friend a look, but Buffy just smiled back enigmatically and went to the refrigerator for some water.

"See if she'll suck on that frozen donut thing," Spike suggested, brushing past Buffy to open the door of the freezer. His eyes widened, and he broke into a grin.

"Shush," Buffy hissed, glancing quickly over her shoulder to see that Willow was once again consumed with caring for her child. Plucking the donut from Spike's fingers, she took it and her bottle of water over to the table.

"Thanks, Buffy." Willow took the frozen plastic toy and rubbed it gently over Rose's lips. The infant squirmed at the cold, then began to suck at the hard plastic, her cries quieting.

"Fine. I think she's finally adjusted to me moving out. It helps that she's making so many new friends through the book club that Jenny started at the store."

After blowing up the school and the mayor, Giles and Jenny had declined positions at the temporary high school and opened up a bookstore which housed an esoteric collection. Both had welcomed Joyce into their small circle of friends.

"Speaking of, Giles called. There's apparently some kind of weird moon this Sunday which might lead to an influx of fairies."

"They're harmless, Slayer." Spike dumped a couple of handfuls of broccoli into a pot of boiling water. "Came to worship something woodsy on Sunday night, and stopped here to do the courtesy thing."

Willow blushed, and Buffy rolled her own eyes. "God, you two are like horny teenagers."

"I *am* a horny teenager, at least for another few months." The redhead gave her friend another pointed look, which the other girl ignored.

"I'm heading up. See you tomorrow guys." Buffy rose and headed back out of the kitchen, sipping on her water. As she passed through the doorway, Drusilla wafted by her.

Buffy ignored her and the ensuing uproar in the kitchen as Willow demanded answers.

Upstairs she could hear soft classical music coming from Nicholas' room, and she smiled at the thought of the well- educated, soft-spoken grandchilde of Spike. Of all the vampires to come and go--and some to stay--Buffy felt the most comfortable around Nick. He was the exact opposite of Angel, but he gave off the same comforting vibe that Giles did.

Since his arrival in town eighteen months before, Nicholas had taken to spending an hour or so each day with her, telling her stories of the Roaring 20s when he'd been alive, his own Slayer who had died at the hands of his Sire, Bettina, her death at the hands of yet another Slayer in the 1960s, his own odd need to protect and not kill Slayers. Currently he was teaching her some of the more challenging chess strategies because she was determined to beat Angel at least once in her lifetime.

Buffy thought briefly about knocking on his door, then decided against it and headed for her own room. Nick would just have questions, and she wanted to talk to Angel first.

Passing through the dark sitting room, she entered the bedroom and reached for the light switch. Before she could flip it on, a match was struck and a candle flared to life, then several more along the mantle and on the small silk draped table that sat at the end of the bed.

"Time for pleasure," he murmured, gliding towards her. Buffy capped her water bottle and set it on the dresser, then turned to find herself in her lover's arms. Reaching around her, he hit a button on the cd player and soft, romantic music filled the air. Buffy slid her hands up his broad chest to grasp his shoulders, and they began to sway.

"Billie Holliday." At Buffy's blank look, Angel sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Just listen."

Closing her eyes, Buffy let the soulful sound wash over her, until the song ended and silence fell as the cd switched to the next track.

"Buffy, I know every little change in your body." Kissing her forehead again, he held her closer, rocking her in his arms.

"But, why didn't you say any..." She broke off as pain flowed across his face. A tender joy filled her and she raised her hands to cup his cheeks. "You were afraid it would happen again?"

"I'll be more careful this time, I swear. The doctor said I'm healthy as a horse."

She nodded. "To confirm it. I've suspected for a couple weeks, but I...I was afraid, too. If it was another false alarm, or another..." Tears filled her eyes at the memories of pain and loss.

"Don't cry, baby, please," Angel pled softly, rubbing his hands in slow circles on her back. "It won't happen again. I won't let it."

The tears were driven away by amusement at her lover's staunch belief that he could control every little thing about her. Usually it annoyed her, but right now she just loved him so much.

He shot her a chagrined look, then guided her over to the loveseat before the hearth. Buffy immediately climbed onto his lap and squirmed her head onto his shoulder.

"I'm not taking any chances," he said in that voice that meant his decision was final.

Buffy wriggled on his lap and grinned as his sudden erection pressed against her bottom.

"Make me," she replied playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses.

"After the first trimester, when the chances of...when the chances are less, then maybe."

"You know, if you weren't being so sweet, I'd kick your ass for being overprotective and macho."

"I am what I am, babe." The heat was back in Angel's eyes and he turned her so that she was kneeling straddling his thighs, his arms around her waist. "And we're not taking any chances." But as he spoke firmly, his hands roved over her hips and linen covered bottom.

"Then what was that about pleasure," Buffy pouted, slowly rocking against the mound of hard flesh trapped behind his zipper.

"Before the dancing. You said pleasure. I'm pretty sure my pleasure would be gained by long, luxurious lovemaking."

"Your pleasure, hm?" he murmured, then leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her collarbone. "I think I can manage that."

Startled by Angel's change in mood, Buffy clung to him, her legs wrapping around his hips as he rose to his feet. Angel carried her to the bed and set her on it, then dropped to his knees and began to unlace her boots.

Pulling one boot off, Angel lifted her bare foot to his mouth and slipped her big toe between his lips.

As pleasure zinged through her from the eroticism of his tongue licking her toe, Buffy fell back on her elbows and swallowed hard.

Angel laved each of her pink toes with his tongue, then removed her other boot and repeated the action to her other foot. Buffy's soft whimpers filled his ears, and as he sucked on her baby toe, he ran one finger along the arch of her foot. She nearly came off the bed as heat raced through her body.

Grinning, Angel placed a kiss on her ankle, then reached for the buttons on the front of her pants. They opened easily beneath his skilled fingers, and he lifted her limp body, first one hip, than the other, to pull the pants down her legs. Rising to his feet, he leaned down and caught her lips with his in a deep, hungry kiss, then plucked her up and deposited her head on the pillows.

Making herself comfortable, Buffy watched her lover remove his shoes and shirt, every movement of his body so sensuous and animalistic, that she could almost feel her blood racing faster through her veins. He turned a heated smile on her, and she shivered with need.

Angel shook his head and crawled onto the bead. Dipping his head, he lapped his tongue across her navel, and Buffy squeaked. Deceptively gentle hands wrapped around her knees and parted them, then he moved between them and pulled her feet back to his mouth. His tongue touched a sensitive spot on the sole of one foot and she cried out in shock.

"I should have done this months ago. Who knew you'd get so turned on by some foot worship." He nipped her heel, and smirked as she squirmed.

Slowly Angel moved his mouth along her instep, then up over her ankle, kissing and suckling at the warm skin, tasting her growing desire. Lowering one leg, he focused his attention on the other, caressing her calf and knee with his hand as he licked his way up her shin. When he reached the knee, he turned her leg just enough so the he could flick his tongue into the perspiration-slick crease.

Buffy's babbling made him smile even wider, and he lowered her leg, then leaned down over her, his knees pushing her thighs farther apart, his hands bracing on either side of her head.

Desperate with lust, Buffy grabbed for him, but he pulled back and shook a finger at her, then dropped his hand casually onto the front of her panties.

Buffy arched off the bed, pushing her swollen, aching mound against his hand, but he quickly stopped touching her, and she growled.

"I'm going to bite your..." Her rant was interrupted by another hot kiss, and she responded helplessly, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying to pull him down on top of her.

But, Angel was stronger and just plain stubborn. He kissed her, but his body didn't touch hers. When she fell back gasping for air, his fingers found the buttons on her shirt and he quickly undid them. Buffy pulled it off of her and reached for the clasp of her bra, but he shook his head, and with one finger flicked open the front hook.

With a sudden movement, he dipped his head and fastened his lips around one of her hard nipples. As he suckled, drawing more and more of her sensitive breast into his mouth, Buffy wrapped her fingers in his hair and held him down. Her legs crept around his hips and pinned him to her.

"Buffy...stop," Angel panted. As her heat met the bulge in his crotch, he lost control and thrust back against her, sending shudders through both of them.

"Fuck me, please," she begged hoarsely as his hands found and squeezed her breasts to the rhythm of their thrusts.

"Nyah...no," he finally got out, yanking his hips up away from her. Lifting his head from the cleft between her breasts Angel saw tears filling her eyes, and continued gently, "Baby, this is for you. Just relax."

As he spoke, he slipped down her body and her legs fell away from him. Pressing kisses to her trembling stomach, he found the sides of her panties and began to tug them slowly down. He freed one foot, than the other, before tossing the scrap of silk aside and settling onto his stomach between Buffy's sprawled thighs.

Gasping softly in anticipation, Buffy lifted her head and watched as he gazed almost reverently at her mound.

"Yeah, but not tonight." Gritting her teeth, Buffy dug her fingers into the bedding and tried to be patient. She could feel wetness slipping from her, and her whole body was throbbing with need. This was torture.

Angel was rarely this patient, rarely built her to such heights, but when he did...

As he kissed and licked and sucked, Angel drew in deeply of her scent. She was aroused and hot, her blood racing through her and concentrating between her legs, plumping and reddening the soft flesh hidden behind the curls of hair.

And deep inside her womb he could smell the blood of her child, a tiny thing, no bigger than a walnut, yet tightly lodged and growing.

His demon wanted to taste that blood, feed on that child, but Angel was not his demon alone, and his love for the child easily won over.

Ecstasy whipping through her, Buffy yelled and exploded, drenching his chin with her juices, her hips bouncing wildly on the bed. As Angel slid his tongue down her cleft to taste her, she realized it was only the beginning, and caught her breasts in her hands, teasing the nipples with her thumbs.

As he licked and suckled at her twitching flesh, Angel slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them languidly. He felt her knees come up to press against his head, and he smiled at her desire for him.

"More, more," she crooned, eyes closed, head rolling on the pillows as she fondled her breasts, and tried to breathe through the renewed passion. Her hips squirmed, and his tongue followed, catching her clit again and again, as he continued to rub his fingers back and forth inside her.

Slowly he added a third digit, stretching and teasing her slippery channel. His teeth scraped her clit, and she cried out wordlessly, arching into his mouth. He did it again, pumping his fingers as far as they would go, and a huge quiver shook her.

Lifting his head, Angel watched the desire spark across her face, saw her breasts heaving with her ragged breaths. Replacing his mouth with his thumb, he gently rubbed her clit, as he slipped his pinky into her tight body.

"Come for me again, baby, come," he encouraged softly, then pressed his mouth to her lower stomach.

Buffy shrieked as a powerful orgasm crashed through her, then collapsed, her whole body shuddering. Soft moans slipped from her as Angel gently brought her down.

Moving up beside his lover, Angel tenderly brushed sweaty curls from her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Buffy sighed, but couldn't do more than lay there and bask and stammer out his name.

Angel grinned at the proof of his prowess, her near-total incoherence, then winced as his cock gave him a painful reminder of his own, unanswered lust. Reaching down, he adjusted himself, and then caught her looking at him. Before she could speak, he kissed her again.

"We did make love." He rolled her out of her tangled bra, then helped her beneath the blankets, ignoring her arched brow and pursed lips. Shucking his trousers, he slid in beside her and pulled her warm, limp body into a loose embrace.

"You're being stubborn and stupid. If...if you won't come inside me, then let me..." Letting her words trail off, Buffy shoved the blankets down to his thighs and began to pump her hand up and down his erection. Pre-ejaculate oozed over her fingers and she lowered her head and licked them clean.

She interrupted him with a heated look. "Yeah, I do need, because I love you, even if you are the most pigheaded..." Angel's hand found the nape of her neck and pushed her head back down to his cock. Laughing, Buffy sucked the tip between her lips, and ran her tongue along the tender glans.

Angel gave up the fight and wrapped his hands around the bars in the headboard, his eyes focused on her mouth as it slid up and down and her fingers that squeezed and twisted. His cock throbbed and he gritted his teeth, forcing down the need to thrust and letting her magical mouth bring him release.

Arching his back and grunting loudly, Angel spilled himself in her mouth. As he jerked and groaned, his hot eyes never left the sight of her swallowing him down, a look of complete bliss on her face. With a gentle pat to his shrinking cock, Buffy slid up his body and folded her arms on his chest, then grinned down at him.

"Vixen." He managed to raise his limp arms and encircle her waist, as she rested her chin on her arms. "Yes?"

"Well, one, we need to blow out all those candles because you and fire really don't mix well, and, two..." The playfulness left her eyes and she dropped a kiss on his chest. "I don't mind you going to them, you know."

"Spike and Penn and Nick and Amelia and...even Dru. If there's one thing I've learned about vampire families in the past couple of years, it's that sex plays a huge role. You're the sire, Angel, and they need you."

"Buffy...I want to be faithful." His voice broke and he looked away in embarrassment.

"Angel," she replied softly. "Don't you think I know when you're with them? Especially Spike and Dru? We're bound together so tightly in essence we're one being. I can feel it when you're inside them. Can't you feel them, too, when you try?"

Uncomfortable with the emotions tightening his throat, Angel stammered. "Yeah. I thought it was a vampire thing...didn't realize you could...that you knew...I love you, but..."

"It's not in your nature to be monogamous. It's okay. I accepted that a long time ago."

"You shouldn't have to." Angel finally turned back to look at her and Buffy was astonished to see tears in his eyes. "My demon, it craves its own, but the man inside me...he wants them, too."

"Oh, baby, it's okay." Sliding her knees down alongside his hips, Buffy moved to cup his cheeks and lower her mouth to his. "I love you."

As the kiss deepened, Angel's hands caught her waist, pulling her back down to him, and they held each other tightly. Reaching out with the bond Buffy felt Willow's love first. She was the center, the mind that held them together. Spike came next, his love for his wife in no way precluding his love for all of them. He was the heart. Drusilla tickled at the back of her mind, giggling with joy, a dancing flame. The mad vampiress was their spirit. And she and Angel were the body, the strengths and passions, the warriors and protectors.

On the periphery of Buffy's senses the others dwelt, revolving around them, in tune, as one. Penn, Nick, Amelia, and Rose, and the others in the Aurelian line, farther away in physical distance, but still part of the bond.

And finally she felt the spark inside her that she knew would survive and thrive.

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