Welcome Home

Written by Bre

She knew the minute he came through the front door, dropped his two suitcases heavily on the ground and pulled off his soaking raincoat. Her ears were tuned to everything that was happening around their large house and it didn’t take much to hear the large door slam as he trudged in. Standing quietly, she inched out of their bedroom, slowly making her way down the hallway towards the stairs that gave her an open view of the front hall.

She had been waiting for him to come home for the last two hours. She had thought about preparing dinner but when she turned on the news and saw what the weather would be doing that night, she decided against it. Who knew when he would be getting in considering the Sunnydale Airport wasn’t exactly known for its ability to get their planes in on time when huge rainstorms hit the town. So instead she had prepared dessert. Herself.

Dressed in a dark black nightgown that was completely see-through in the right light, she paused at the top of the stairs, still hiding in the shadows, in no underwear. She felt the cool breeze that was traveling through the house thanks to her open windows and a shiver fell down her spine and she felt her nipples harden against the soft material. The minute she had seen it in the lingerie store, she knew she had to have it. Upon first sight, it didn’t look like it would work for anything or anyone. But looks were deceiving and Buffy knew she looked good.

“Buffy!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the house loudly as he threw his coat onto a hanger and into the coat closet. Shutting the door loudly, he looked around and she could see his confusion from her spot at the top of the stairs. No lights were on in the house and everything was quiet as could be. He probably assumed that she was asleep, having waited too long for him to come home. Silly man.

She watched with dark eyes as he quietly slipped off his shoes and tossed them to the side before grabbing his bags and walking up the stairs. She was still amazed at how gracefully he moved, despite his now human status. He had been a vampire for more than two-hundred years and so she guessed it was bound to happen that he retained some of his habitual movements...

She had been waiting an entire week for him to finally come home and she could practically see the disappointment on him that he thought she was asleep. He had obviously been waiting as well. She smirked.

The minute he stepped into the upstairs hall, she moved. While he had lost most of his supernatural movements, she hadn’t. He let loose a sound of surprise as she grabbed the front of his jacket, gripping the lapels as she brought him down to her, their lips meeting almost brutally as she turned and pushed him against the wall. One of his suitcases slipped back down the stairs, rolling until it slid to a stop at the bottom.

It didn’t take him more than a second to respond and she felt hot lust and love sweep through faster than she could ever remember experiencing. She hated when he had to go away for such a long time. Hated having to fall asleep by herself every night, alone and without his hard body to keep her company.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, instantly pulling her up to his height as her feet left the ground. Buffy moaned into his mouth as he lifted her higher before spinning and slamming her into the wall. She rejoiced in the painful pleasure it brought her as she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his hardening member probing against her wet, open sex and she moaned louder into his mouth, her tongue fighting his for dominance in the heady kiss.

Angel broke the kiss, his breath coming fast and heavy as he pushed her harder into the wall, her slight weight feeling like nothing more than a flower in his hand as he held her there. She gasped his name as she rubbed against her brutally and she threw her head back, hitting the wall hard. But she didn’t notice as he reached between them and began to undo his pants. The sound of his zipper brought her back to reality as pleasure swept through her veins.

“Wait,” she moaned, “Bedroom.”

“Here,” he managed to whisper back as he fought to get rid of his boxers to he could bury himself in her tight heat. She shook her head.

“Bedroom-“

Buffy’s words were cut off as he slammed into her, simultaneously sliding her up the wall and back down onto him as he pushed up, thrusting into her. Choking on her next words, Buffy closed her eyes as he filled her to an almost painful point, his long absence having left her empty for so long. She wasn’t used to him not being there to make love to her every night and her own fingers just didn’t do him justice.

“Angel,” she cried, her nails digging into his back before pulling them up to search for his head, her nails leaving deep lines on his wrinkled suit. Planting them in his hair, she tugged him up and kissed him ferociously, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as he continued to fuck her against the wall. She knew she would be bruised in the morning from his rough movements but she loved it. She loved him and everything that entailed.

She could feel his hands clutching her hips as he pushed up into her and she kissed him harder for it. All of it... the pain, the pleasure... it all mixed to become something so intoxicating that she could hardly contain herself from opening her mouth and screaming her love for him. Instead, she concentrated on him and his movements as he worked to bring them both to the pleasure-filled paradise they had been longing for for so long.

As he moved harder in her, faster, small cries began to build in her throat, echoing in his mouth. Cradling his face between her hands, she broke the kiss as she rested her forehead against his, her eyes shut tightly as he grunted in time with his movements.

They both became louder and Buffy yelled his name as he unconsciously began to move in such a way that her clit was instantly rubbed right on the head and she exploded after another moment. She threw her head back, moaning his name loudly as he began to move harder, faster, searching for his release. His moans grew louder and louder and Buffy felt herself building again.

Right before she came again, she threw her head forward towards his neck where she bit into his jugular. She felt Angel shiver as he thrust into her one more time before coming with her name on his lips, his hot semen bursting into her, coating her vaginal walls as she joined him in bliss, her walls squeezing him almost painfully.

Buffy’s bite slowly became gentle kisses as she snuggled her face against his neck. He leaned heavily against her, his breath heavy and she could feel it against her sweaty skin as he was content to simply sit there. Cradling his head in her arms, she delighted in his heavy weight as he held her between the wall and his hard body.

A silent moment passed before Angel finally pulled his head back. Buffy did the same and she was happy to return his soft kisses before pulling away. She smiled gently.

“I missed you.”

He kissed her again. “I missed you, too.”

“Bedroom?” she asked against his lips before kissing him more fully. Angel smiled before lifting her, holding her in his arms as he made his way towards their bedroom.

Entering, he glanced around at the candles she had scattered everywhere before dropping them onto the bed, his attention not once wavering from his wife again for the rest of the night.

The End

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