Title: Unexpected Consequences
Author: SalinaH20
Email: Salinah@midsouth.rr.com
Disclaimer: These characters don’t belong to me. If they did, Buffy’s life would be with Angel!
Rating: NC17 graphic consensual B/A
Summary: Buffy gets her present from Angel, but it comes at an embarrassing price
Challenge: Featured Challenge #2 from TrinityLast (See the end for the details)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it. Just let me know!
Feedback: Please, Please, Please!! This is my first fanfic, so let me know what you think..
Authors Notes: Set in S2 of BTVS after "Bad Eggs". There is no "moment of happiness" clause (the way it should be!)

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The gang sat around in the library finalizing the plans for Buffy’s surprise birthday party.

"OK. We need to concentrate on the food. I can only do so much" said Cordelia in a huff.

"You haven’t done anything." said Xander

"We’ll need to make sure there is plenty of cookie-dough and-mint cream ice cream with candy bars for dipping. That’s Buffy’s favorite." Willow informed the group. "Oh, and let’s make sure we have some fruit there, I hear Angel has a thing for oranges."

"No, Will. That’s you." Xander said as he looked at the mound orange slices sitting in front of the red head.

"Oh, yeah, right. But make sure we have them." Willow said a little sheepishly.

"Make sure we have what?" Buffy asked as she casually strolled through the door.

"Um, make sure we have …"Willow trailed off searching for a response.

"Pizza, in the cafeteria, which is where we’re headed," Xander finished for them as they picked up their things to leave.

"Um, OK." Buffy watched them leave, wondering what all that was about.

"Buffy, I’m glad you’re here." Giles said strolling out of his office, "I know today’s your birthday, and you’ve been working very hard lately, but I still need you to be on patrol tonight."

"Aren’t I always…." Buffy grumbled as she walked out of the library.

Good, Giles thought to himself, the rest will be up to Angel.

**********

Patrolling had gone smoothly; well, as smoothly as patrolling goes on a hellmouth. Both Angel and Buffy had felt an odd presence nearby, but neither could put their finger on it. The fact that they had their fingers all over each other probably didn’t help. As they were finishing their patrol, Angel had suggested they head over to the Bronze to unwind. As they walked up the alleyway to the Bronze they heard a strange noise.

"Does that sound like a baby, or am I imagining things?" Buffy asked.

"It’s a child, but it’s definitely not human." Angel said as he headed for the dumpster where the sound was coming from.

"What makes you say that?"

"The smell isn’t human." He pulled in an unneeded breath at the sight inside the dumpster.

There among hundreds of rotten oranges, was a crying baby Mockjow demon. It was obviously upset, but who wouldn’t be with that stench. Without thinking twice, Buffy leaned in and snapped the demon’s neck.

"Uh, Buffy…"Angel left the question hang there.

"Didn’t want to fight that when it grew up. Did you see the claws on that thing? Talk about needing a manicure." she shrugged.

"Yeah, but I think it was crying for it’s mom, and her claws are more impressive." He motioned for her to look behind her.

As she turned around the full grown Mockjow demon jumped out of the shadows at Buffy, lashing at her with her claws. Buffy quickly ducked and the demon flew over her head. As it landed, it flipped over onto its feet, and stood ready for the charge Angel was making. The demon quickly grabbed Angel, and flipped him over its head, crashing him against the alley wall. Buffy ran in and attempted a roundhouse kick to break its neck; however, the demon was prepared for her. It caught her leg with one hand, and lashed out with its claws on the other hand, making a slit down the side of her pants leg, narrowly missing her leg in the process.

"Buffy!" Angel cried out as he slipped into game face and charged the demon once again. This time he was prepared as the demon attempted to grab him once again. He landed a kick square in the demon’s chest. The demon wasn’t fazed, as it tossed him aside once again, this time slamming him into the dumpster. Buffy jumped onto the demon’s back and wrapped her arms around its neck trying to twist it. It whirled around, causing her to go flying through the window of the Bronze. It started to follow Buffy in through the shattered window, but stopped short. With little effort, it jumped straight up and over the top of the building. A very dazed Buffy looked back through the broken window into the alley, and locked eyes with a VERY surprised Angel, still in game face. What was THAT? she thought.

As she stood up, she noticed the glass had slit her other pants leg as well..

"Nice fashion statement," Cordelia scoffed breaking the silence. "Where in the world can you buy pants in that shade of maroon?"

Buffy turned around to find all of her friends standing there. "Surprise," they said half-heartedly.

**********

She eventually got over the initial shock of the attack, and then the surprise by her friends. She had noticed Willow brought Oz. Oz had apparently gotten over his shock of seeing a demon for the first time, and seeing Angel in game face, as he was now chatting with the band.

"That explains a lot," he had remarked, in a way only Oz could.

Buffy snuck up behind her best friend, who was devouring oranges at a record rate. "So why 13 ice cream pies with candy bars in them. I think one would have been enough."

"Xander was in charge of food. The supermarket was out of the ice cream, so we had to make due with pies. He didn’t know how many to get, so he overbought."

Buffy laughed softly, "Well, at least we will have leftovers."

"For weeks," Willow agreed.

"This has been great, but I really need to go. I’m feeling a bit self-conscious in these shredded pants"

"Where are you headed?" Willow asked with a smirk on her face

"Well, let’s just say I told my mom I was staying at your place tonight," she replied grinning.

"Does Angel know?"

"Not yet."

*********

Buffy entered Angel’s apartment and surveyed the scene. While he had finally added a little bit of a human touch with some persuasion from Buffy, it was still very bare. Angel kicked off his shoes and padded off to the bedroom to find Buffy some new pants. He returned with a pair of gray sweatpants that were obviously too big for her. "Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I don’t seem to have anything in your size."

Angel fixed Buffy a glass of orange juice as she went into the bedroom to change. "I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to drink. I usually don’t…" He trailed off as Buffy came back into the room. His jaw dropped when he saw the sweatpants hanging low enough on her hips that he could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

"I guess you were right, these aren’t my size," she cooed seductively.

"Won’t your mom wonder why you’re coming home in clothes that obviously aren’t yours?" He asked, taking very deep breaths for someone who didn’t need to breathe. His mind was racing with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. She was only 17! He didn’t know if she was ready to go further than they had before, and looking at her in those sweats, and the T-shirt that was tight enough to show him the outline of her nipples, that was all he could think about.

Buffy walked over and bent forward to take a sip of her drink. She leaned in close enough that an erect nipple brushed against his chest. "I wasn’t planning on going home until she was at work, tomorrow."

Angel let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His mind was racing, thinking about all the reasons he shouldn’t. They all vanished the minute she leaned into him and began a kiss that seemed reach out forever. Their tongues were explored each other mouths, like they had never been there before. As the kiss continued, their passion began to grow. He could smell her arousal, and it was pushing him over the edge. He reached over and began to caress one of her perfect breasts. As he rolled the nipple around between his thumb and forefinger, a soft moan escaped Buffy’s lips. She reached over and unbuttoned his shirt so she could run her hands over his muscular chest without any barriers. She broke off their kiss and trailed little kisses down his chest. As she kissed down his chest, she seemed to warm every nerve in his body. Angel felt like he was on fire.

They slowly moved towards the bedroom, never breaking contact for a second. Angel gently lifted her shirt over her head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her moan of pleasure was enough to convince him they were headed down the right path. He gently pulled her into his lap, and she gasped at the feel of his hardness. She still found it unbelievable that he could find her attractive. She was only 17, and she still had the power to drive a 240-year old vampire to distraction. She began a slow-rocking motion with her hips as Angel continued to suckle her breast. He slowly sucked her breast while continuing to caress the other. Buffy heard a low growl in his chest and she knew he wouldn’t stop tonight, like he had in the past. He rolled her over and rested his weight on her. The feel of his cool skin resting on her hot chest was driving them both insane. Angel began to slowly trace the curve of her jaw with his tongue. As he neared her neck, he willed the change not to happen, but he couldn’t stop it. He slipped into game face and was seconds away from taking a sip of her when he stopped everything and jumped off the bed.

"What’s wrong?" She grabbed her shirt and covered her chest as she tried to figure out what turned him from hot to cold that quickly. She had felt the ridges appear on his face, and was surprisingly turned on by it, when he had stopped. She was afraid he wouldn’t continue where they had stopped and every nerve in her body was crying out for release.

"Buffy, there are things you don’t understand."

"Then tell me."

"This isn’t something easy to take, nor is it easy to share."

"Angel, I love you. Nothing will ever change that."

"But…"

"But, nothing. Tell me what’s wrong." She would be damned if he was going to pull a ‘Cryptic Guy’ routine on her now.

"How much do you know about vampires and sex?"

"Just that they do it like bunnies," she said with a coy smile.

"Well, yeah, but there’s more to it than just sex…"Angel trailed off. How could he tell her that vampires needed blood during sex? How could he possibly share that with this 17 year virgin? But his body was screaming at him for stopping, and his erection was a painful reminder of what he had just stopped.

"I know the rest," she said blushing. "When Giles realized we were getting serious he explained how it works. You know, your general run-of-the-mill gothic birds and the bees stuff. It’s OK."

"Buffy, I can’t."

She leaned in and kissed him passionately, instantly the heat of passion returned to them both. "You can, and you will," she said with deep and powerfully seductive voice. As the kiss deepened, Buffy dropped the shirt she was holding to her chest and pulled him to her. He slowly slid her sweatpants down, and laid down at her side on the bed. The moment their lips met, he slowly ran his fingers down past her stomach, traveling further until he reached swollen lips and was instantly rewarded with the overpowering smell of her arousal. She moaned loudly as he slowly slipped his fingers into her, waiting for her to stop him.

"Angel…"she breathed her approval. He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to kiss and suck on her navel. He then continued his worship of her body until he was nestled between her thighs. He was intoxicated by the scent of her arousal as he began to slowly lick and suck on her clit. His fingers dipped inside her and he quickened his pace. He could feel her orgasm building and wanted her to explode in his arms. As Buffy began to climax he slipped into game face without even realizing it, his fangs lightly scraping the tender area. When she came back down t earth, he kissed his way back up her body, as she quickly tugged his pants off. Once he was released, his straining erection pressed against her molten hot core. Again, he waited for her to say no; he couldn’t possibly deserve this.

"Please…" Buffy moaned. All of Angel’s doubts vanished with one word. He slowly entered her, allowing her time to become accustomed to his size. He growled low in his chest as he had to restrain himself from moving, reminding himself that this was her first time. When her heat threatened to set him on fire, he slowly began to thrust into her and Buffy moaned in delight. This was unlike anything she had felt before, and as the pace quickened she welcomed what she had to do. She grabbed the back of Angel’s head and lowered it to her neck. He started to pull away when Buffy said breathlessly, "drink."

That passed all doubts from Angel’s mind.. He sank his fangs into her neck, as he quickened the pace to a speed only a vampire was capable of. Buffy screamed as she climaxed again with the pull of Angel’s feed. Angel followed quickly behind her as her blood spilled into his mouth, while her muscles clenched slayer-tight around his hardness.

They lay exhausted on the bed, as Angel tenderly licked the wound he had made on her neck. "You didn’t have to…I’m sorry…."Angel let his words hang in the air as he pulled away from her. She noticed the look of shame that crossed his face.

"You don’t have to be sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry about…" Buffy blushed a little "I kind of liked it."

"What?" Angel said incredulously. "You have to be the only slayer in history to enjoy that feeling."

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The next morning, Buffy strolled into the library wearing a scarf around her neck so no one would know the events of last night. "Any luck on finding the Mockjow demon?" she asked.

Willow looked up with questions in her eyes. She would have to wait to get to Buffy later to figure out what had happened last night, and why she was wearing a scarf. "Sort of…"

"We found that the demon is invincible unless the Goddess Hecate has offered you protection, or you’re a werewolf." Giles said. He too looked puzzled at the sight of Buffy in a scarf. Buffy quickly looked away,

"Great, seeing as we have don’t have a werewolf handy, just get her protection and I’ll go kill this thing."

"Well, Hecate is not a very friendly Goddess. She is the goddess of darkness and disorder. She is more than likely to kill us before we can ask her for protection."

"Bummer," quipped Buffy

"Oooh!" Willow almost leapt out of her chair knocking over the leftovers from Buffy’s birthday party that had been balanced on the edge of the table, sending oranges rolling off through the library. "I found it. It says that a virgin can have total control over Hecate. She can’t harm them if they’re not tainted." Willow beamed knowing now that Buffy could cast the spell, and all would be safe.

"We’ll meet at my flat this evening, and cast the spell. Buffy, are you up to this?" Giles asked questioningly. He knows, Buffy thought. Buffy turned around and quickly left without saying a word.

"I’m guessing that would mean yes." Oz stated staring at the library doors.

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She needed to talk to Angel, to figure out what she could do now. All her emotions were flooding her at once, desperate that Angel would fix this, hoping that she’d see him again, and shame that she had put the world in danger with one night with him. She entered his apartment and froze at what she heard. Angel was obviously in the bathroom from the sound of the echo, but he was singing. She had to get a closer look. She controlled her giggles and crept into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of his bed as she watched Angel dance around the bathroom.

"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine…" Angel warbled out and he danced around the bathroom. Buffy watched him with interest. Besides the fact that hadn’t put a shirt on yet, this was hysterical. Buffy had never thought about Angel’s singing ability before, but now was amazed with how bad it was.

"You’d think after 240 years you would have learned how to sing," Buffy said through the giggles.

Angel spun around with his eyes open wide. If a vampire were able to blush, he would have had the reddest face she had ever seen. The look on Angel’s face was priceless. Buffy lost herself to hysterics. She was laughing so hard she was crying and eventually even fell off the bed. Angel just stood there with an embarrassed grin on his face.

"Aren’t you supposed to be in school?" he smirked as she finally got herself under control.

"You don’t know how badly I needed that…and I do mean badly." she started to giggle again.

"Yeah, well, I was born tone-deaf. Becoming a vampire can fix lots of things, but not that."

"Apparently not." she sputtered between giggles. Angel walked over and turned off the radio. Eventually, Buffy stopped giggling and turned serious again.

"About last night…" Buffy trailed off blushing

"It was wonderful." Angel gushed as he idly ran his fingers through her hair. "A moment of perfect happiness in my long life." He looked into her eyes to see the sadness there. "Do you regret it?"

"Regret it, NO!" she said, "but I think I may have messed something up"

Angel left the bedroom and headed into the kitchen. He couldn’t bear to think that Buffy thought she made a mistake. It was perfect, it was loving, and she even seemed to enjoy the feed associated with it. Handing Buffy a glass of orange juice he tentatively asked, "Messed up how?"

Buffy told him about the spell and Angel started to laugh. "It’s not funny."

"No, you’re right," as he unsuccessfully stifled a giggle. Buffy eyes flared as she tried to imagine what was so funny. "I can only imagine the look on Giles face when you told him"

"I didn’t exactly tell him." She said, pretending to study the patterns in the floor.

"You what?"

"Well, everyone was there and I was sorta’ embarrassed…they were all staring at my scarf and I didn’t want to have to explain it."

Angel just smiled, "Tell them it’s an odd shaped hickey. They should get that right? Besides, Willow can do the spell."

"First, why Willow? Second, how do we know she’s a virgin?"

"I don’t smell the scent of any man on her, so she’s definitely a virgin."

"You can smell a virgin?" Buffy looked at him sideways.

Angel sidestepped that question, "Besides, Willow has more power in her little finger than the rest of the group combined."

"What do you mean?"

"She may not realize it yet, but I can feel power coming off her in strong waves. She should do the spell."

"Will you come with me to tell Giles? I don’t think I could face him alone."

"Sure, but we still have a few hours until sundown. What can we do to pass the time…" his voice trailed off as his eyes flashed golden. She looked up to see the lust in his eyes and smiled.

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As they walked up to Giles apartment, they could see every one else was already there. Buffy opened the door and walked inside. Angel stopped on the doorstep.

"Come on in Angel," Buffy said. She didn’t need him to pull his I’m-too-shy-to-hang-out-with-the-group routine.

"I …I…can’t."

"Oh," she said embarrassed. She turned around "Uh, Giles…"

"Oh...yes...so sorry…come in Angel," Giles said sheepishly. Turning to Buffy he began to scold her, "Where have you been? We need you to do the spell."

"Well…I can’t..."she trailed off looking down at her shoes and wishing she could be telling anyone but her watcher this information…let alone her watcher in front of a room full of people.

"Why…oh…."Giles looked at Buffy, then at Angel, understanding crossed over his face. "Lovely scarf by the way…" He smiled at Buffy. That was easier than she thought.

Then Xander piped up "Why not? Come on Buff. Do the spell, go kick some demon ass, then we party at the Bronze. You know, normal day stuff?"

Cordelia spoke up with her usual tact, "Duh, she’s not a virgin. Where do you think she’s been all day?"

Buffy blushed even harder and Angel tried to change the subject. "Why doesn’t Willow do the spell?"

"Willow isn’t a witch, nor is she able to cast spells," Giles quickly answered as he took off his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose. What are we going to do now, he thought.

"Um...well...does floating pencils count?" Willow asked embarrassed that the entire room now concluded she was still a virgin. Even more embarrassing, Oz now knew she was a virgin…she’d have to talk to Buffy about passing along secrets to Angel.

"Well, sort of," he stammered, "but, well, this spell is much more dangerous than floating pencils." Giles was shocked that the girl could do magicks, but even more so, that Angel knew about it.

"She has enough power," Angel simply stated. All eyes turned to Willow, as she suddenly jumped up and ran into the kitchen. They could hear the sounds of retching. Xander wondered aloud, "So, do you think it’s the ‘saving of the world’ thing, or the ‘hello guys I’m a virgin thing’?"

"Xander!" Buffy scolded.

Willow came back out of the kitchen. "So is it true that oranges are better going down?" Xander joked to lessen the tension, but Willow just glared at him.

"Willow, are...are you absolutely sure you can do this?" Giles asked, fearful of the answer. It would be dangerous for them all either way.

"Yes, I think so," was her simple reply.

"Well then, we should get started. Everyone needs to keep their eyes on the floor at all times." As they nodded in agreement, everyone gathered in a circle with Willow at the center. As she began to recite the invocation, the air grew noticeably thicker. Angel growled unconsciously as the strong magicks pressed upon his vampiric senses, and was quieted only when Buffy laid her hand on his thigh.

Suddenly, the air above Willow’s head began to shimmer, and Goddess Hecate appeared above them. She wore a simple Hindu garment, which floated on an unfelt breeze. Her face was thinly disguised behind a sheer veil; if Willow had looked carefully she could have seen the emptiness where her eyes should be. Sweating profusely from the strain of the spell, she said "Goddess Hecate we come before you humbly seeking your protection. We seek only to be protected from the Mockjow demon." The Goddess, Hecate, examined the group.

"I will only give protection to the slayer. She must ask." Buffy started to speak, but Willow silenced her with her hand.

"I speak for the slayer," Willow said her voice full of power. Hecate seemed to think it over for a minute then responded,

"Very well, she has my protection." The goddess vanished as quickly as she had appeared. Willow slumped to the ground, as did Angel. "Wow, that was powerful," Willow stammered.

"I’ll say," Angel agreed as he too was recovering from the strain of the magicks.

"Why wouldn’t you let me speak?" asked Buffy angrily, "I can speak for myself."

"It was a trap. You are no longer a…a virgin." Willow blushed, "If you had spoken, you would have been killed."

"Yes, quite right, Willow." Giles agreed. "You must go find this demon and kill it quickly. There is no way to know how long the protection will hold."

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As Buffy and Angel patrolled the cemetery looking for the Mockjow demon, they heard a rustling in the bushes. As they closed in to investigate, they discovered a large pile of rotten oranges.

"Does she actually eat this crap?" Buffy asked Angel.

"Yes, she does." came a gravelly voice behind them. They quickly spun around, each instinctively taking a fighters stance. The demon lunged in and swiped Angel across the stomach with a powerful, long claw. As the demon attempted to finish him, Buffy attacked it from behind with an axe. "What!?…How!?" the demon howled, puzzled, as Buffy was actually making headway against her. Buffy took a hard swing at the demon’s neck and decapitated her.

"Thank your friend Hecate." Buffy says as she stood, looking down at the corpse.

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As Buffy showered off the dirt and grime left from burying the demon in an old grave at the cemetery, Angel fixed her another glass of orange juice. With the wound on his stomach completely healed, he began to wonder whether she was too tired tonight for the ideas he couldn’t get out of his mind. Buffy emerged from the bathroom dressed only in one of Angel’s shirts. She had the top two buttons undone, revealing more than just her cleavage, and her hair, still dripping from her shower, made the silk shirt cling to every curve of her body. Angel swallowed involuntarily. She walked over to him and looked at the glass of orange juice before him. "Don’t you have anything else in that fridge? I’m so sick of oranges," she replied grinning sheepishly. It was obvious she was having an effect on him as he started shifting in his seat.

"Well, yes but I don’t think you’d want to drink it." He hoarsely replied, hungrily gazing over her almost bare body.

"Well, do you want something to drink?" She replied lust filling her eyes.

"I…I…" he stammered as he met her eyes. His eyes flashed golden as he realized the passion burning there.

"Well, if you’re thirsty, I can think of a very good source of refreshment." She said seductively as she leaned in to kiss him. As she did the front of her shirt fell open, leaving nothing to his imagination. When Angel was finally able to form words he croaked out "When do you need to be home?"

"I don’t," came Buffy’s reply. With that, he picked her up into his arms, and started undoing the buttons on the shirt as he carried her towards the bedroom. I think I’m going to need more scarves, Buffy thought as she was realized this was only the beginning.

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Challenge Details
This challenge was TrinityLast’s second featured challenge. I had to include:

An orange in every scene (I stretched it a little with the orange juice)
A demon child crying for its mommy
Buffy giggling so hard she falls of the bed/chair/couch etc.
Three references to the Goddess Hecate
Thirteen Pies
Maroon Pants with slits up the sides
A Beatles song
Hindu clothing
The whole Scooby gang actually involved with the story

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