Title: Taking Control
By TrinityLast
E-mail: trinitylast@wambtac.com 
Disclaimer: I am sane. Hence, not Joss. Hence, not mine.
Distribution: If you usually get my stuff, you can have this too. Anyone else, let me know, ok?
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: As per my usual season four rewrite, anything up to, but not including, "The I in Team" except for "A New Man", because in my little world, Buffy always talks to Giles. For ATS, general season One, especially "IWRY". No last scene of "Hero", so we still have Doyle.
Feedback: If you don't have something nice to say...ahh, hell! I wanna hear it anyway.
Pairings: B/A, incidental C/D, and references to both B/P and B/R...but only so she can diss them.

Note: I am tired of working on my long series. They're all serious, and they all have long, complicated plots that make getting to the fun stuff difficult. While I like them, I am not currently in the mood to work on them, so instead, I offer this. A bit of PWP sanity stuck in that insane year we all know as "Season Four", or "BA shipper Hell".

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Three days. Three days since the Oracles made Angel's soul permanent. Three days, and he hadn't called.

He had no way of knowing that they'd asked her first, no way of knowing that witnesses had been called forth before this gift had been given him. For all Angel knew, she was sitting here clueless. And yet, he hadn't called to tell her.

Buffy wasn't sure if she should be both insulted *and* angry, or just plain angry.

Because, *damn* was she angry.

Ok, so she had Riley. But really, more because Willow and Riley wanted her to. Angel left her, and she was supposed to go get a normal guy. Go have sex.

Yeah, right.

The idea of sleeping with Riley was just this side of vomit-worthy. And after sleeping with Parker and kissing Riley, Buffy was starting to think that Angel had spoiled her for human men.

They were too hot. They were sweaty, and panty, and they needed to breathe way too much. Kissing Angel had always been on her terms, because he didn't need to breathe. Buffy had been the one to break away to catch her breath, and the one to start up again.

With Parker and Riley, she'd found out that Slayer stamina applied to breathing, too.

Apparently, normal guys can't kiss for five minutes straight. Parker had barely been able to go two, max, that night.

And Riley...

Well, apparently, swimming wasn't a consideration when they choose you for special army projects, because his breath capacity was pathetic.

And then you come back to the heat. Human men are hot. And when they get turned on, they get even *hotter*. That's no good. Buffy flopped onto her bed and glared at the phone. Didn't Angel realize that what she needed wasn't some guy that would sweat and grunt and heat her up so she was suffocating? She needed someone who moved like a cat, a great panther, gliding effortlessly over her. Someone who's touch would sooth her fire, who's tongue would send chills up her spine.

Oh, and speaking of tongues...

Parker's was a joke. Angel had eaten Buffy out a few times before her birthday. When he came back after Hell, they'd avoided it because it was too dangerous, but even so long ago, she remembered. God, he was good at that.

Parker had no tongue. At least, not that Buffy could tell. Seemed the minute he dove below the waistline, that great organ with such promise when they kissed, if only briefly, completely disappeared.

If Angel didn't get this stuff through his head soon, she'd have to start taking things in hand herself.

"Hey..."

Buffy sat up. Where was it written that she had to wait for *him* to call? That's all she ever did. Wait for Willow to find her a guy. Wait for her mother to say she can drive. Wait for Giles to set a new slaying route. Wait for Angel to call and get her back.

Well, screw that!

"I'm the *Slayer* for god's sake! And I am hereby taking control of my own damn life."

**

Angel stared at the phone. He'd been staring at this same phone since he'd come up to the office that morning. Before that, he'd been staring at the phone in his bedroom.

Really, even he knew that this was sad.

"Oh, just *call her*, for crying out loud! Just do it. Call her. Pick. Up. Phone. Call. Love. Of. UnLife. Go make with the happies. Because I swear to god, this is going to drive me insane."

Angel looked up at Cordelia in the doorway and frowned. "What?"

"AUGH!!" She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her calm and Doyle came to stand beside her in the doorway.

"Angel, man, call the girl. You love her. She loves you. You can be with her now. Where's the problem?"

Angel shook his head. "There's more to it than that. There are so many reasons we can't be..."

"Ok, I'm listening. Let's hear 'em."

All three heads turned towards the front door, and Cordelia inwardly cheered. Buffy was standing there, looking angry and dangerous, but she was here! And apparently, judging by the bag, she was planning on staying for a few days.

Cordelia grabbed Doyle's arm. "There's a nice new restaurant right down the street. Take me to lunch."

The half demon took one look at the pissed Slayer in the doorway and nodded, following his girl. No way did he want to be here for *this*.

Buffy waited until the other two were gone before coming the rest of the way in. She dropped her bag next to his desk and crossed her arms.

"Well? I'm waiting. Let's hear all the reasons we can't be together. And leave the curse out, since it's no longer valid."

Angel gave her a confused look. "How did you know...?"

"Oh, well, yes, higher powers just give things out like that without any background work at all. After all, why ask the opinion of the Slayer who loves the vampire? That would be completely irrelevant." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and Angel inwardly winced at the tone before the meaning of what she'd said seeped in.

"You...you knew. Before..."

"Yes." She nodded, but continued to glare. "But I was waiting for the phone call. The one I was sure I'd get. You know the one, Angel. 'Buffy, I have some news.' That one. But after three days, I realized that the call wasn't going to come. And so here I am. Because I'll be *damned* if I'm going to be punished, *again*, because of your stupid noble gestures."

Angel closed his eyes. "Buffy, I can't just wedge myself back into your life. And just because we can make...have sex, doesn't mean that we can just jump back into this. There are problems..."

"And I ask again, what problems? Let's hear them. And since when do *we* have sex? *We* make love, Angel, and you know it. *And*, if you tell me you can't *wedge* yourself back into my life. One. More. Time. I'm going to throw something wooden at your chest, and I may not miss."

Angel's eyes widened. "When did I...?"

"Last time, Angel. The day I wasn't supposed to remember, remember?" She nodded at his shocked look. "I didn't forget. I promised I wouldn't. So, I didn't. And you just let me walk out...and don't think we aren't going to get into *that* later. But preferably when we're naked and basking in the afterglow. What I want to hear, right now, are all these insurmountable obstacles we just can't overcome. Because..." her voice lost its anger and got almost weepy. She looked at him with suddenly watery eyes and her posture lost all its confidence.

Shrugging, she whispered, "Because I thought we could get through anything, together."

Angel closed his eyes and sank into his chair. He wracked his brain for all the obstacles, all the reasons he couldn't have Buffy, (because that's how he saw it) that were so forefront in his mind not two minutes ago.

But he realized as he opened his eyes again and gazed at his love, standing there, waiting for *him* to take *her* back, that if he let anything at all stand between them this time, he simply wasn't worthy of her love.

And at that moment, Angel desperately wanted to be.

"Ok."

Buffy blinked. "What?"

"Ok."

She just stood there, staring. "Ok? Four years of heartache, two years of forced separation, I just spent close to ten minutes yelling, and all I get is an 'ok'?"

Angel smirked and stood up. "What would you prefer?"

Buffy huffed. "Something better. That's a lousy answer. I mean, it's leaning the right way..." she smiled evilly, "...but it's still a lousy answer."

"Ok." Angel smiled and she glared as he came around the desk and took possession of her mouth. He pressed one hand against the small of her back, holding her close, and brought one hand up to cradle her head while he teased, running his tongue across her lips but refusing to enter her mouth when she opened for him. Buffy moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to his level. He strode forward and slammed her against the doorjamb to the outer office and Buffy jumped up onto his hips.

Both were suddenly struck by a sense of deja-vu, but then Angel ran a hand down into her pants to cup her ass and the feeling was gone. Buffy moaned, and he moved to whisper in her ear as his hand came back out and began undoing her jeans.

"I'm going to fuck you right here. I'm not even going to throw you down, I'm just going to take you. How's that for a better answer?"

Buffy only moaned again and Angel nuzzled her neck as his hand worked on her pants. Finally finding his scar he bit down with his human teeth. Buffy keened and moved her hips against his, panting and wrapping her legs around him tighter. He smiled against her skin and bit down again, harder, this time sucking the flesh into his mouth as if he were feeding.

Buffy screamed and arched, grinding her core into his hips as she came. She writhed against him, thrusting her hips and arching her back farther as he continued to suckle, letting up only to bite down a third time. She moaned. Angel pulled back and used his free hand to twist a nipple through her halter top as she came down, whimpering, her head thrown back against the wall, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. He smiled and caught her lips again, this time kissing her the way he knew she liked it, hard and deep.

Buffy whimpered into his mouth and sank against him. When he pushed on her legs a little, she let them slide down his body. He held her up, since she was still kind of shaky, but when she regained her balance he immediately knelt in front of her and took hold of her waistband.

Buffy looked down at him and nodded, wriggling her hips a little, but he didn't pull the jeans down yet. Instead, Angel leaned forward and started placing soft kisses on her stomach, teasing her. His cool lips would brush against her heated skin, and Buffy would arch into it, only to find that he'd moved. Occasionally his tongue would dart out to taste her. After about a minute of this she looked down at him and actually managed to growl.

He chuckled. "But you have such a perfect tummy." He placed another kiss on her, just above her waistline, and wriggled his tongue into her bellybutton. "I just want to spend some time with it."

Buffy bit her lip and slammed her ass back against the wall in frustration. "Can't you do that later?"

Angel smiled. "That's right." He looked up, and Buffy almost came again, just from the look in his eyes. "I can." He placed a long, final, openmouthed kiss on her stomach and pulled down her jeans and panties together. Bending over he lifted her right foot and pulled the garments past before pulling off her sock and tennis shoe. He bent her leg at the knee and kissed the inside of her arch before placing the foot back on the floor and repeating the process with the other foot. Buffy dropped her head back, banging it against the doorjamb, and closed her eyes.

[Heaven. This is heaven...]

He started kissing up her calf, smoothing his hands ahead of his mouth. He kissed his way up her legs but avoided her dripping pussy, until his mouth was at her stomach again and his hands were smoothing up and down the skin on her back. He tugged at the ties for her top as he started to, once again, kiss and lick the soft skin of her belly.

Buffy felt the top fall off but didn't open her eyes yet. She felt his hands smooth back down her body until they rested on her ass, and he lifted one leg. She let him, and he slung it over his shoulder.

Suddenly she felt his cool breath on her throbbing clit and she looked down.

He was watching her, looking up with passion filled eyes as he blew cool air on her nub. Buffy whimpered.

"Please?"

Angel's gaze never wavered. "Anything." Buffy shuddered from the intense emotion in his eyes, but then he moved his gaze from her face to her center. Buffy closed her eyes again and Angel inwardly moaned. How long had it been since he'd been here?

A little voice in the back of his head answered him.

[Too damn long!]

He leaned forward and gave a long, slow lick to her clit, reveling in the gasp she gave and the way her body trembled. However, it did occur to him that she might fall. Pulling back slightly, he lifted her other leg over his other shoulder and slid a hand under her ass, so she was sitting against the wall.

Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Buffy bucked, her legs dangling over Angel's back, and grabbed at the wall above her head. Her hands found the light fixture and she held on as her lover continued to suckle.

He scraped his teeth along the nub and she screamed, coming again. Her body shook and she tightened her legs around his head. Angel continued to nibble until she stopped twitching, and he kissed her swollen lower lips as she calmed down.

When she seemed like she could stand on her own, Angel lowered Buffy's legs to the ground and stood. He kissed her, cupping her head in one hand and leaning against the wall with the other.

Buffy's hands made quick work of his shirt buttons and he shrugged it off while she went after his jeans snap. Undoing it, she slipped a hand inside and started stroking him.

At the feel of her hot little hand on his cock, Angel lost all rational thought. He moaned and bucked into her hand, kissing her hard and shoving his tongue into her mouth. Buffy returned the kiss for a moment before breaking it off and dropping to her knees.

Angel looked down at her blond head, so close to his cock, and moaned. When she looked up, the only way he could think of to describe her eyes was 'hungry.'

She pushed his pants down and Angel kicked them off, never taking his eyes off his love. She smiled up at him as she kissed the tip of his cock, darting her tongue out to lick away the pre-cum. Angel closed his eyes and groaned as he felt her take the tip into her warm, wet mouth.

[God, she feels good.]

Buffy swirled her tongue around his tip, then slowly took more of him in, rubbing her tongue along the underside as she went. She felt, rather than heard his growl when he reached the back of her mouth. She felt the ache between her legs come back with the sound, but focused. Relaxing her throat muscles, she started to take his cock deeper. She moved slowly, getting used to his size again. She'd forgotten how big he was.

And she hadn't done this in a long time.

Angel began a low steady growl in his chest and looked down to watch her. She was so beautiful. She'd never deep-throated, or even given head, before they started doing things that night, so long ago, when she'd saved him from Spike and Drusilla. So long ago. Back before the curse, before they knew any better. She'd been innocent.

And yet, she'd done this perfectly, with no prompting, even as he protested that she didn't have to.

She was amazing.

Buffy moved back up, sucking strongly, and then took him in again, and Angel suddenly realized that if she kept this up, he was going to come.

And he would be damned, more than he had been, if he came *anywhere* but inside her the first time.

Pushing her back off him, Angel stood his slayer up and kissed her again, pressing her into the wall. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pulling back, he caught her eyes. Buffy smiled and brought a hand up to rest against his cheek.

Angel dropped her onto his cock.

Buffy keened, her back arching high and her arms grabbing his shoulders for support. Angel nuzzled her neck and pressed her into the wall, screwing her down as he started to move inside her.

He was reclaiming her. She'd been with someone else, someone who'd used her. He knew this, abstractly, but as he made love to her, the thought of someone else touching her like this, of being *in her* like this, was enough to bring out the demon. He nuzzled closer, instinctively trying to hide it, but Buffy brought his head up and traced the lines of his demon face lovingly.

Then she pushed his head back down to her neck and pressed his face into her scar. The words were whispered.

"Drink, love."

Angel licked the length of his mark and a low, satisfied rumble came from his chest. She was *his*. His and no one else's. Anyone else to touch her would die. From here on out, he would not be allowing anyone else to take his mate.

To hurt *his mate*.

He sank his fangs into her neck and savored the mouthful of strong slayer-blood that flowed over his tongue. The minute his teeth broke skin, Buffy came again, writhing and screaming his name. He followed her over the edge, holding her tightly and leaning against the wall as he jerked, shooting his cool seed into her welcoming body.

After a minute, Angel withdrew his teeth and swallowed the last mouthful of her sweet blood, licking her wound closed. He smiled as he realized that he'd actually *tasted* her release. Buffy moaned against him.

"While I agree that this was a much better answer, this doorway is leaving an imprint on my back. Can we go downstairs now? Do some of this in that big, comfy bed?"

Angel chuckled. "I think I can manage that." He turned and, keeping her wrapped around his waist, strode to the elevator and closed the gate. As they sank down towards the apartment, they started kissing again.


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