When We Get Older

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Summary: Set way in the future, Angel watches his lover of several decades sleep and when she awakens they celebrate an anniversary.

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.
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Propped on his side for hours, he watched her sleep, watched the inhalations and exhalations of breath, the rise and fall of her breasts, the slight grimaces of pain as she turned onto her arthritic hip.

He listened to the soft snores and the rustle of her soft hair on the pillow.

And he loved her.

More and more he found himself just watching her.

Watching her live.

On borrowed time.

The heart attack six months earlier had terrified them all. The strongest amongst them, she was the first to falter. The first to make them truly realize how many years had passed.

On her seventeenth birthday just over fifty four years ago he'd taken her to bed and irrevocably changed both their worlds. Now it was the fiftieth anniversary of their mating ceremony.

Would they see the fifty-first?

A shudder went through Angel and he felt tears prick his eyes. He knew he couldn't face eternity without Buffy. Plans were already made for his suicide the day she passed from the world.

It was ironic that Spike, the vampire to first love with all his heart, to gain almost a pseudo-soul through love with a mortal, would go on past Willow's death. Drusilla, the children and all those that followed, would keep him alive.

Spike would become the patriarch, the Master.

Angel knew he couldn't do it anymore. Not without Buffy. Regardless of his love for his son, grandchildren and now great- grandchildren. For Will and Drusilla, Penn and all the others.

Buffy was his world.

"Why are you crying?"

Rapidly blinking away the tears Angel stared down into her pale green eyes. A sweet smile crossed her lined face and she raised a hand to brush at his cheek.

"I'm still here, silly." Turning onto her side, she slid her fingers into his hair and gently tugged him towards her for a kiss. "Happy Anniversary."

The kiss was soft and tender. As her strength had slowly faded over the years he'd learned to adjust his own strength and power. Where once he'd reveled in hurting her, now he only wanted to pleasure her.

"You are my soul," he murmured against her cheek. Her skin was still soft and warm, if not as tight and firm. He liked the softness, and that at the breasts his hands wandered over and the belly pressing against his side. He could feel her heat through the thin nightgown she wore, and then, when his hand rested lightly over her heart, the pulse thumping rapidly beneath his palm.

Buffy wrapped her arms around her lover's neck and rolled onto her back, pulling him over her. She'd always loved the heavy feel of him atop her, covering her in a cool blanket. Parting her legs, she urged him between them, and lifted her head for a passionate kiss that left them both dizzy with growing desire.

"Are you sure, love?" Angel lifted up far enough to gaze down into her glittering eyes.

"It's been over two weeks."

"I don't want to tax you."

She flashed him a wicked grin that reminded him of the quirky teenager he'd fallen in love with. "I'll just lay back and let you do all the work."

Angel couldn't prevent a chuckle bursting from his chest at her mischievous teasing. Their lovemaking had declined gradually over the years but had become almost non-existent after her heart attack. He could smell her arousal, though, and feel the quivers of excitement running through her body.

His cock stirred and thickened in response.

Raising up to his knees, he let the quilt slide down his back, revealing his hard, naked body. Beneath him, Buffy licked her lips and smiled in anticipation. His hands lowered slowly to the thighs stretched wide around his knees, and he raised her gown inch by torturous inch.

"Angel..."

"Patience, my love, is a virtue."

She snorted and fiddled with the front tie of her gown till he lightly smacked her hand.

"Let me play." When she lay back in acquiescence, his hands resumed their wanderings up her thighs, pushing her gown over her slightly rounded belly to reveal lacy pink panties. Angel's eyebrows shot up and Buffy giggled. "Tart. You planned this."

Buffy raised one leg and ran her foot down his back, sending a shudder through him, as she nodded. "Yep."

Dipping his head, Angel ran his tongue around her navel, making her squeal and wriggle. He slid back down onto his stomach and breathed deeply of her aromatic arousal, before gently tugging the panties down then up the legs that settled over his shoulders.

"You need a good seeing to," he murmured before running his tongue along her quickly dampening cleft.

"Oh...fuck..." Buffy arched into his mouth.

"Naughty." Three more flicks of his tongue against her swollen clitoris had her bucking against him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.."

Angel laughed and buried his face between her legs, lapping and sucking her heated flesh and drinking down her spilling juices. As Buffy's fingers clenched into the sheets beneath her, Angel cupped her thighs and rolled her hips higher. Stiffening his tongue, he slid it inside her as his nose rubbed her clit. Her inner muscles clenched and her legs shivered against his head.

Knowing she was close, he thrust his tongue as far as it would go several, quick times, then flicked it up to her clit where he pressed it against her pubis.

As her orgasm swamped her, Buffy yelped and squirmed, shuddering in his hands and beneath his gently licking tongue. Feeling her relax, Angel lifted his head and glanced up her trembling body to the joy on her face. Rising to his knees again, he lowered her legs to the bed, keeping her knees bent, then leaned forward and slid his cock into her welcoming body.

"Um...yeah..." she sighed, opening her eyes to watch him move above her. The pure need in his expression always enchanted her. Resting her hands on either side of her head, she lay languid beneath him as he thrust gently, lightly rubbing the base of his cock against her sensitive clitoris.

The fires of bright passion that had led to wild, frantic fucking, had dimmed over the years, and they'd learned that it was equally enjoyable to go slow, to build the pleasure with measured thrusts and withdrawals.

Propping himself on one hand, Angel loosened the ties at her neck and pulled open the front of her gown, baring one of her breasts. He saw her squirm and brushed aside her embarrassment at less than firm flesh by cupping her breast and lifting it to his lowered mouth. Her nipple hardened immediately beneath his lashing tongue and his smiled at the groan that broke from her.

Lowering his hand back to the bed as he continued to rock his pelvis against hers, he suckled at her breast. He smiled as he felt her begin to move with him, and kissed his way over to her other breast, nuzzling aside the cotton gown to feast on her puckered nipple.

Buffy's hands flew to his shoulders, pulling him closer as she arched into his mouth. Her passion growing, she began to pant softly, her knees pressing against his hips as she met his thrusts. His own need taking control, Angel increased the pace, driving deeper and harder into her clenching channel. Flinging his head back, he grunted loudly as a shudder went through him.

"...Baby..."

Kneading his broad shoulders, Buffy panted his name softly. "Yes, please...Angel..."

With another grunt, Angel thrust spasmodically, pouring himself into her in quick jerks. Triggered by his orgasm, her own release rushed through her and she whimpered loudly. Buffy's body quivered around his cock, draining him, and they shuddered together, caught in the blissful moment.

Panting harshly, Angel pressed his lips to hers, tasting her pleasure and tears of joy.

Buffy collapsed weakly but continued to clutch him to her as he rolled to her side, pulling her with him. Snuggling her head onto his shoulder, she placed soft kisses on his chest. "That was wonderful," she murmured when she could finally speak.

"It's always wonderful," Angel replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Forever." She smiled up at him. "I'd love you more if you'd fetch me breakfast in bed."

Grinning down at her, Angel buzzed a kiss across her forehead then sprang from the bed. "I smell French toast. I think we're about to be descended on by our great-grandchildren."

Eyes widening, Buffy fumbled with the ties to her gown, then fiddled with her hair, as Angel languidly pulled on a pair of pants, then placed one knee on the bed to lean over and kiss her again. "You look beautiful."

"I bet I look well-fucked."

His smile widened to an evil grin. "That, too. Makes you even more beautiful."

"Charmer..."

"My heart," he murmured before kissing her again with all love inside him.

End