Just The Way They Like It

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Summary: Buffy hit her head fighting demons, Angel overreacts, then pampers her.

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 Rhi who fell on the ice and hit her head, and who loves B/A.
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"Stupid Gruntark demons. Why did they think their ability to turn everything to ice would be appreciated in southern California," Buffy both grumbled and whined as Spike gingerly probed the bump on the Slayer's head. A pack of nasty demons from Norway had caused her to fall on the ice they secreted, and she'd hit her head against a wall. Other parts of her were sore, too, but her head throbbed.

"I think you'll live."

"It hurts."

Rolling his eyes, Spike reached for an icepack and none too gently plunked it down on her head.

"Ow!" Buffy glared at him as she rearranged the ice pack. "I could have cracked my head open slipping on the sidewalk like that."

"If you'd wear sensible boots..." Her death glare shut him up and he went to fetch painkillers and water.

"He's not being nice to me at all."

From her spot on the end of the bed where she sat flipping through baby catalogs, Willow smiled sappily. "He's very nice to me."

Lounging back against a dozen pillows, Buffy rolled her eyes, then winced as fresh pain shot through her skull. "You're glowing again, and not from the pregnancy."

Willow gently patted the barely there mound of her stomach, and her eyes lit up as she remembered the hour before during which Spike had showed her all the best positions for making love to a pregnant woman.

"Gack. You two are like bunnies."

"Like you and his highness don't go at it at all hours. Where is he, by the way. Why is Spike tending your booboo?"

The sour look left Buffy's face, replaced by a goofy one. "When he heard what happened he went all alpha male on me and stormed out to, and I quote, 'rip off each of their nine testicles, grind them into powder, and make them snort it like coke, while fucking them up the ass with their own foot long dicks', end quote."

"Awwww."

Overhearing that, Spike chuckled as he came out of the bathroom with water and pills. "That's my sire. Bull in a china shop. All he has to do is rip out their gills and they'll die on the spot."

"Apparently there's no fun or revenge factor in that." Buffy graciously accepted the pills and downed two with the glass of water.

"Gruntark demons won't be allowed back in this town for at least a dozen generations."

"Must you take so much glee in your sire massacring people?"

Spike grinned down at his wife and wrapped his arms around her chest from behind. "Yep. Not that they're people."

"They deserve to be massacred," Buffy groaned as another twinge of pain went through her head.

"You're being awfully wussy, Slayer. Sure you don't want to go to hospital?"

"Ick no." She wriggled deeper into the pillows. "I'm just going to get a good night's sleep. No concussion, I'm sure."

"Okay, if you're sure." Willow slipped from the bed and leaned down to kiss Buffy, then the couple bid her good night, and the Slayer was left alone in her dimly lit room.

"Ow."

*****

Near midnight Angel slipped silently into the bedroom he shared with Buffy and peeled off his gore streaked shirt. Peering through the darkness he watched his love sleeping, and as he stood silent and still, he listened to the slow beat of her heart and whispers of breath.

After several minutes, all anger drained from him by her presence in his bed and life, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Frowning down at the healing scratches on his arms and chest, he finished undressing, then stepped beneath the hot spray of water to scrub slime from his hair and blood and dirt from his body. Closing his eyes, he luxuriated in the heat and the smell of sandalwood and bay.

As he shampooed his hair for the second time, a hand slid down his chest, and his eyes popped open.

Buffy grinned up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Um, you're warm."

Angel blinked the soap from his eyes and stared down at her in consternation. "Buffy. You're hurt. Why aren't you in bed?"

"All better." She pressed a soft kiss over one of his nipples. "And you're the conquering hero, right?" He nodded. "Deserve a reward." As she spoke, she slipped to her knees, her lips pressing kisses down his body.

Already half-hard at just the sight of her nude and flushed from the heat of the water, Angel swallowed hard as her tongue dipped into his navel. His cock reached full erection and the tip bounced off her throat.

Buffy laughed and the vibration sent a shockwave of lust through him.

"Fuck..."

"Um, later," she murmured, running her hands up and down his hips as she breathed softly on his cock. She watched in fascination as the simple feel of her breath caused pre-cum to weep from the slit.

Soap running unheeded down his face, Angel gaped down at Buffy, all the blood in his body focused in his cock as it throbbed with each soft, hot blow of air.

Flicking out her tongue, Buffy lashed the tip, catching a drop of his essence. A deep groan from above her made her smile, and she repeated the action several times as her hands slid to his inner thighs and combed through the sparse dark hair, her nails scraping his tender skin.

"Tease," Angel growled, fisting his hands to keep them from wrapping in her hair.

"Patience, baby." With one hand she cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. With the other, she clamped down around the base of his cock as she dropped her mouth over the head.

Angel howled in pleasure denied. Her mouth was an inferno. Her tongue a tool of evil. And her hands would be in handcuffs behind her back the next time she did this to him.

That was his last coherent thought for several minutes as he slumped against the wall and groaned, howled, bucked and panted while Buffy sucked him as close to heaven as he was going to get.

Her tongue sliding up and down the underside of his cock, Buffy looked up at Angel and grinned at the slack look on his face. Her fingers tightened around the root and she felt his balls throb in response.

"Wanna come hero?"

"Evil, you're evil."

Giggling, she took him deeply into her mouth, and freed her hands. As the muscles of her throat clenched around the tip of his cock, Angel pounded on the shower wall, his orgasm erupting from him in violent bursts.

Pulling back, Buffy drank him down in large gulps, her hands now gripping his hips and pulling his cock back and forth in her mouth as she drained him of his pleasure.

"Oh baby," he panted helplessly, shuddering beneath her hands.

"Ummmmm..." Pulling her mouth free and licking her lips, Buffy rose on shaky legs. Drenched from both the shower and her own desire, she wriggled against her lover, and caught one of his hands, pulling it between her legs.

"My horny little slut," he murmured affectionately, using one finger to caress her swollen flesh with light strokes. As she mewled and wrapped her arms around his neck, Angel reached over and shut off the water. Buffy clung to him like a limpet as he stepped from the shower and grabbed a couple of towels.

In the bedroom, he set her on the floor long enough to spread the towels on the bed, then tossed her on top of them. Buffy squealed and rolled onto her back, letting her legs fall open, revealing glistening curls and dark pink, plump lips.

Crawling up the bed, Angel pounced and buried his face in her quim. Buffy yelped and bucked, only to be pinned down by his hands on her thighs and his mouth pressed hard to her clit.

"Oh gahh...fuck...yessssssssss..." Flinging her arms over her head, Buffy arched her back and wriggled as best she could, putting pressure on all her most sensitive parts. Angel responded with hard laps of his tongue against her clit, rapidly building her pleasure to a feverish point.

As her juices slipped over his chin, he reached up and pinched one of her nipples between his fingers, gently at first, then harder. He felt her trembling beneath his mouth, heard her moaning and whimpering, and jerked hard on her nipple.

Buffy yelled in painful ecstasy and thrashed into orgasm.

Expertly Angel brought her down with gentle licks and kisses as she panted loudly and wriggled and shuddered beneath him.

Placing a soft kiss on her heaving belly, he slid up the bed and lay on his side, one arm around her waist. Gently he kissed her bruised nipple, and smiled as she moaned.

"You know just how much pain to give," Buffy mumbled, languor making her give him a sappy smile as she turned her head to face him.

"Adds spice."

"So, did you kill them all?" She wanted to know before she fell asleep.

"Every last one, my love." They kissed softly.

"And did it make you feel better?"

"Not as good as this." Smiling at each other they kissed again, then moved off the damp towels, threw them on the floor, and curled around each other beneath the blankets. Buffy squirmed her head beneath his chin, and Angel wrapped one of her legs over him, the feel of her soft skin against his cool body instantly hardening him again.

Buffy yawned and closed her eyes, knowing he wanted her again, even before her hand slipped across his taut stomach.

And knowing also that he knew her well enough to let her sleep for a few hours and wake her up with that hard cock of his pounding into her. Just the way she liked it best.

"Love you."

"I love you, too, Buffy." Reaching over, Angel turned off the bedside lamp, and smiled his pleasure into the darkness.

This was just the way he liked it best.

End