The Two of Us

Written by Ms. Hyde

Night. Darkness. Angel was lying alone in bed, waiting for sleep to claim him. Tonight had been a slow night as far as fighting demons. On a more personal and emotional level, it had been trying. Since his conversation with Fred about not being able to be with her, that’s all he wanted. Why was he so quick to distance himself from women who cared about him?

He could obviously blame it on his curse, but that was the easy way out. It wasn’t about the curse; he knew that. He could blame it on the demon inside, but he knew that wasn’t the heart of the issue either.

The plain and simple explanation was he was afraid of losing her – whether it be Buffy or Fred. They all lived dangerous lives, fighting the good fight. Anytime one of them could be lost forever. If they didn’t find their death, Buffy and Fred would eventually perish from old age. Angel didn’t want to face the woman he loved dying in front of him.

The temptation to turn her would always be there as well. He could make her his forever, but he didn’t know the cost. The demon would claim her soul, and although there were ways to restore it, would she be the same woman? Angel certainly couldn’t claim that he was the same person he had been as a human. Although he knew there were too many variables to predict the outcome of turning one of them, the temptation was still there. The hunger to make himself a companion for the rest of time was sometimes unbearable.

Angel rolled over onto his back to try to rid himself of his thoughts. He would never get to sleep if his thoughts continued in this way.

The aroma of female arousal assuaged his senses. It was faint at first, but unmistakable. Angel pushed himself up so he was sitting up, leaning against his headboard. The scent grew stronger. The only other person in the hotel was Fred. Angel sniffed the air, trying to identify if someone else was in the hotel.

The mere thought of someone else touching Fred made him insanely jealous. There were no other scents in the hotel. His ears – make that, vampire hearing – perked at the sound of a slight and muffled sigh. The scent of arousal had grown. All at once it hit him like a tidal wave, his Fred was pleasuring herself!

Immediately, Angel felt all the blood he had consumed that night rush to his manhood. Again he heard her sigh; only this time it was his name that escaped her lips. Angel couldn’t resist the urge to reach down and rub his swelling thingy.

Angel listened intently as he heard Fred shift on the bed, rustling the sheets. He imagined her, naked with her legs spread. She had her feet on the bed, so her knees were in the air. He again imagined that she had started touching and caressing her breasts. In his mind’s eye, he saw her squeezing, tweaking, pulling, even twisting her nipples.

Angel continued to touch himself in response to his imaginations. He quickly relieved himself of his black flannel pants – all the clothing he had been wearing. He made himself comfortable on the bed again, taking his turgid length in hand. He stroked at an even pace, straining to hear what Fred was doing.

Her fragrance was now intoxicating. He deduced that she most likely had slid one of her hands down to her folds. The visual in his mind of her with two fingers buried in her hot, wet channel and her thumb manipulating her clit had him pulling harder on his manhood.

Fred started moaning. Her sounds of ecstasy only increased in volume and frequency. He imagined she was getting close. It was a good thing because he was about to explode. The sensations that his hand had created compounded with the images of Fred pleasuring herself had him right on the edge. If he let himself release before she did, he might miss a moan or a cry.

With his vampire hearing, Angel heard Fred cry out his name as she climaxed. He heard her body collapse on the bed. At the very sound of his name moaned in ecstasy, Angel fell over the edge of a very powerful orgasm. His seed spilled onto his stomach and hand. He heard Fred sigh again as she shifted positions on the bed. Nothing came after that; he figured she had drifted off to sleep.

After a little while, Angel got up, cleaned himself up, and collapsed back in his bed. That had relaxed him. Within minutes he drifted off to sleep.

* * * F L A S H B A C K * * *

“You need to talk to Fred.”

*There are a lot of things I need to do with Fred. Talking wasn’t one of the things I had in mind.* Angel shifted in his seat uncomfortably, and decided not to be too obvious. Could Cordy sense his feelings for Fred? “What about?”

“About the big date you guys had last night.”

*How did she know?* Angel thought quickly. The only way to play it was incredulously. “Whoa! Date? It was just a movie.” She wasn’t going to buy that. It had been time alone with Fred; it had been a date.

“That’s what you need to tell her. She’s in there, going on and on about what a super time you guys had.”

*Really?* He decided to keep playing it low key. Cordy didn’t need another front row seat to his love life. “She’s just enthusiastic. Don’t read too much in to it.”

“She’s got the big puppy love. I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re handsome and brave and heroic, emotionally stunted, erratic, prone to turning evil, and let’s face it, a eunuch.”

“Hey! How can you – I’m not a eunuch!”

“Angel, it’s just a figure of speech.”

*I may have some intimacy issues, but I assure you, all my parts are there and working properly.* “Find a better one!”

Comfortingly, Cordy said, “I just mean that sex is a no-no for you because of this whole ‘if you know perfect bliss, you’ll turn evil’ curse. Really no cure for that, huh?”

*I’m aware of my issues. Why do you keep throwing them in my face?* He held his tongue, knowing in a way she was right.

“Listen, all I’m trying to tell you is this thing with Fred is gonna go bad unless it’s nipped in the bud.”

*nuts! She was right.* “Okay, maybe just a short talk. So how soon can you do that?”

“Nice try. It’s gotta come from you.”

* * * E N D O F F L A S H B A C K * * *

Angel had done what he was supposed to, although reluctantly.

* * * F L A S H B A C K * * *

*I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I do not want to do this!* “Hi.”

“Hey. How’s your head? Sorry about all that…” She trailed off, not sure how to explain why she hit him over the head so much with that makeshift weapon. Well, she could explain it, but not without admitting what she was feeling for him. And she wasn’t ready to come out and just say it.

“No, I gather I had it coming.”

Well, maybe he knew without her actually saying it after all. “Mmm, uh, yes.”

*She was so adorable. Why must I break another girl’s heart? I care about her so much.* “Fred, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

Putting her book aside, she said, “Mm-hmm. Okay.”

*I can’t do this again! I want to be with her, but because of my intimacy issues she could never know how truly found of her I really am.* “Um, yeah.” *d**n it!*

Realizing that this was just as hard for him to say as it was for her to hear, she decided to rescue him. “Cordelia explained it to me. She said you’d probably just screw it up.”

*I could kill her! She couldn’t possibly know what I feel for you. This definitely hurts me more than you, my sweet Fred.* “Oh, she did, did she? Well, she’s probably right.” He watched her expression change. This hurt her too. They were breaking up before they even got started. “What?”

“It’s like something out of Fitzgerald, the man who can have everything but love. Well, maybe in some ways, you’re better off because love is – well – in a way it’s everything. But it’s also heartache and disappointment. And those are good things to avoid.”

She’d outlined all his frustrations. He wanted to kiss her and make her go away all at once. She understood his loneliness and craving for love. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She and Buffy had been the only people, beings, to understand him so well. That kind of connection was only possible once in a lifetime. He’d live for a lot longer than that. It was only fitting that he’d meet another that he loved.

That’s when Cordelia came and told him that Buffy was alive again. He had a moment with Fred before running to the phone. It was too much to take in. Buffy alive? How? When? How? And his two “once in a lifetime” loves were both alive… his head swam. Too much to handle… They were both alive, and he couldn’t be with either one of them.

* * * E N D O F F L A S H B A C K * * *

After his emotional and all too brief reunion with Buffy, his ‘affair’ with Fred began. It was that very night that he first heard her. She didn’t realize it had started then.

A couple of nights later, things had escalated. Angel had smelled her arousal again and had snuck into her room to watch her. Watching her nimble fingers easily bring her to orgasm had possibly been the most erotic image of his nearly two hundred and fifty years. Her writhing and her moaning were permanently engraved in his memory. As Fred drifted off to sleep, still unaware of Angel’s presence, he snuck back to his room, his raging hard-on screaming for attention the entire way. He’d barely closed his door behind him before he’d wrapped his hand around his thingy and brought on a swift climax.

For the next few weeks, Angel carried this naughty little secret. He didn’t know if he should let on that he knew what Fred was doing, or that he was enjoying it as much as she was. He nearly got aroused at the thought of her touching herself with him on her mind. She’d said his name at the height of passion every time. Her crush on him had continued despite his insisting that they couldn’t be.

One night, Angel listened expectantly. The only thing he caught was Fred running herself a bath, and the occasional sploosh of water. He was out of his mind. He was eagerly awaiting Fred’s sexual nature to come out again. He was nearly climbing the walls, waiting.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He went to her room and let himself in. He knocked on the inner door to her bathroom. “Fred? It’s me.”

“Angel.” She always said his name with a certain amount of awe. “It’s safe. You can come in.”

Angel mentally smacked himself. It certainly wasn’t safe for him to enter the bathroom when he knew she was naked. He should not be walking through that door; he knew that. He knew better than to come face-to-face with his latest obsession. It took all his willpower not to jump into that bubble bath with her. All he saw when he walked in was Fred’s head floating amongst a bath of bubbles. But he knew what was just below the surface, and that was the distracting part. He stared at the bubbles, willing them to go away or move so he could see all of her.

Finally he forced his brown eyes to hers, when the bubbles remained where they were. Fred was smiling expectantly, as she always did when she was talking with him. Angel hadn’t a single thing to say now that he was there. He wanted to find out why she wasn’t masturbating and thinking of him. How do you ask a woman that? Knowing Fred as he did, she’d die of mortification and embarrassment.

The floral scent from the bubble bath she’d used was familiar. He’d smelled it on her before. The heat from the water had fogged up the mirror and intensified the aroma of the bath water. Fred looked so relaxed, and he wanted to put such a satisfied look on her beautiful features.

Carefully, Angel spoke softly, kneeling down beside the bathtub and her. His voice was a sexy purr. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You don’t know how hard it’s been to listen to you pleasure yourself and not join you. It’s taken every ounce of my self-control, but tonight I find I can’t stop myself.”

Fred couldn’t believe what he was saying or the sincerity in his eyes. She should feel embarrassed that she had been caught masturbating, but she was so enthralled by his words, it barely crossed her mind. She watched as Angel picked up a washcloth, tentatively dunked it in the water and then found her shoulder. He ran the washcloth all the way down her arm, submerged in water, soaking the sleeve of his shirt in the process. 

Fred was having a difficult time thinking. The man she loved, who had recently pushed her away, was bathing her. She didn’t even want to move or breathe for fear she would make him go away again. She didn’t want him to rethink what he was doing; she didn’t want him to stop.

She finally found her courage and her voice. “Join me.”

Angel hesitated only a moment before standing up and stepping into the tub, still fully clothed. He lowered himself into a seated position behind her with one leg on either side of her. When he was settled, he urged her to lean back against him. Fred immediately felt his firm erection pressed to the small of her back. Female pride and undeniable love welled up within her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

They sat in silence with only the sound of the infrequent drop or water from the faucet of the tub to break up the monotony. It was a comfortable silence, the two enjoying the intimacy of where they were.

Angel took a long time before he decided to touch her. His touch on her was tentative and gentle. He started with an innocent part of her body, her shoulders and arms. It seemed safe enough, but Fred was already so aroused that it felt like he was touching her everywhere at once. She had to suppress the shudders that threatened to rush through her body.

Fred felt comfortable enough to touch him. She moved her arms to rest against his strong legs. When she did that, Angel moved his caress to her breasts. Fred again tried to stifle her moan of pleasure. Her nipples had long been beaded and ready for his touch. He rubbed and lightly squeezed her breasts before turning his attention to her nipples. Fred arched into his touch when he took her nipples between two fingers. She voiced her pleasure, “Oh, Angel…”

Angel took that as encouragement to continue his exquisite attentions and exploration. He lightly squeezed and pulled at her aching nipples. Fred’s sighs and purrs and mewling sounded and echoed in the small bathroom unchecked.

Torturously, Angel slid his hands down her flat stomach to the tops of her thighs. He ran them down as far as he could reach. Slowly he guided her legs open and slid his hands back up the inside of her thighs. Fred began begging. Breathlessly, she whispered, “Oh my God! Angel, touch me. Please touch me!”

Angel tenderly placed one hand over her sex and slid the other hand up to her breast. Fred desperately tried to grind her hips into his hand. She wanted more; she needed more. Angel held her hips down. He whispered into her ear just one word. “Patience.”

Fred was mesmerized by what he could do to her, and stilled her gyrations. She knew he would pleasure her if she let him. Angel waited to touch her any further to nuzzle and kiss her neck. He used his lips, tongue, and dull teeth to tease the skin from her ear to her shoulder. She was nearly panting. She wanted so desperately to squirm.

Angel finally gave in and started moving his hand along her sex. He massaged her outer lips, listening to her breath hitch. He slipped one finger inside her to enjoy her heat instead of the water’s. He thrust his finger in and out of her slowly. He was just teasing her at this point; he knew that.

All at once, he gave her everything she wanted. She was more than ready for what he was doing to her. Almost roughly he pushed two fingers within her eager channel, as his thumb found her neglected clit. She voiced her pleasure loudly as she arched into his hand. He didn’t try to stop her natural reaction to meet his ministrations this time.

He continued his exquisite attentions to her womanhood. Fred breathlessly began chanting his name, riding his hand to reach her goal. Angel swiftly brought her to a powerful orgasm. Her whole body convulsed with the pleasure. Angel held her to him, feeling content that he could bring the woman he loved such pleasure.

He had been close to cumming in his pants listening to and watching her writhe against him. Even after she had collapsed happily, sighing his name, he had to ignore the painful bulge of his erection. All he wanted to do was bury himself where his fingers had just been. But he would never be able to do that, due to his incredible bloodlust a hundred years ago. He wasn’t supposed to live as a man, and not only would he be paying the price for his demon, but so would any woman he cared for.

It had been part of the reason he should be keeping his distance from Fred. The other reason, obviously, being the more primal lust he fought every single day, his bloodlust. He loathed himself for even wanting to turn a woman he cared for. He couldn’t be selfish; it could cost her what he truly loved about her.

Angel slid his hands to hers and interlocked his fingers with hers. Fred’s heart skipped a beat when he reached for her to hold her hands. It was possibly the sweetest gesture he could’ve made. He brought their hands up to his lips and placed a kiss in the palm of her wet hand. He noticed then that her skin had started to prune from the extended exposure to the water.

Leaning in to the curve of her neck, he kissed her lightly a few times. He kissed a line up to her ear and whispered, “Let’s get you out of the water.”

Fred felt the slightest bit of trepidation; Angel was going to see her naked. She knew it was silly, considering he touched nearly every inch of her body and had even touched her inside. It just felt strange.

Angel got out of the bathtub first, seemingly unaware that his clothes were still on him. He helped Fred stand and grabbed a towel. Fred self-consciously and halfheartedly tried to cover herself from his gaze. Angel thought she was beyond the definition of beauty, but decided against saying anything. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. He’d noticed that she had tried to cover her body.

After wrapping the oversized towel around her shoulders, he helped her step out of the tub. As Angel turned around to drain the water, Fred shifted the towel so it was securely tucked around her body. When Angel stood up again, they stood just looking at one another for a few moments. Fred eventually started to giggle. “Angel, your clothes are all wet.”

He glanced down at his appearance as she stepped towards him. Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, she began to unbutton them. Angel had to ignore the fact that she was undressing him, so he could control his inner demon itching to throw her down and f**k her into the floor.

When she had finished with the unbuttoning, she slowly peeled the shirt away from his body and dropped it to the floor. She spent quite a few minutes just looking at his bare, pale chest before touching him. Her touch was so gentle and so innocent. Angel just let her explore him for a few minutes.

Angel lifted his hand to her chin and encouraged her to look up at him. There was something he’d been looking forward to doing for a long time. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. She had been waiting for that. Their kisses were slow and loving, and sweet at first. They were enjoying the feel of each other, learning the taste of each other.

There was no rush to deepen their kisses, but it seemed that their lips lingered for longer and longer encouraging a deeper kiss. Angel was the one who began initiating the more meaningful kisses. When his tongue invaded her mouth, she eagerly met it with her own. He explored and tasted every part of her mouth, reveling in how sweet she was. He pulled her flush against his body, trying to deepen the kiss further and just get closer to her. He had one hand buried in her long, wet hair and the other at the small of her back.

When he had pulled her into his embrace, Fred felt how aroused he still was and that he was still in drenched pants. Fred knew that nothing could happen between them physically. Rational thought told her that it’d be safe, even if he were completely stripped of all his clothes. Although she was beginning to feel anxious for his touch again, she knew she could control herself. She wanted him as comfortable as she was, therefore the wet pants had to go.

Fred’s hands sought the clasp and zipper of his pants and undid them. She peeled them away from his body and dropped them to the floor. She had to build up the courage to relieve him of his underwear as well. Without ever disengaging from this kiss, Fred had managed to completely undress him.

Angel was thankful for even the slight barrier of the towel between his thingy and her eager girl thingy. He was sure that if it weren’t for the towel as a reminder of what he could not have, he would press her into the wall and make love to her wildly. He could smell that she was ready for more. He so wanted to give her more, but knew he couldn’t. This one pleasure was denied him.

Fred wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. She was an amazing woman. He continued plundering her mouth with his tongue. She was safe with him, her Angel.

When they ended their kiss, Fred was breathless. They stayed locked in their embrace. Angel saw that her lips were bright red and just a tad swollen from his kiss. A certain amount of male satisfaction filled him. He’d done that to her. He moved his hand up to her chin, and ran his thumb over her lips. As he did, she looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Slowly, Fred took his thumb into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue before sucking it to the tip and letting it go. Angel’s gaze grew dark with lust.

As he pulled her to him for another hungry assault on her mouth, Fred’s hand found his length. She wrapped her small hand around him, squeezing ever so slightly. Angel quickly forgot that he was kissing her, all his attention drawn to that hand. He rested his forehead against hers, knowing that he was only moments away from climaxing. He was panting unnecessarily, just from the sheer effort of trying to hold onto his last ounce of control. He had been far too eager for some relief that he was about to cum fast and furious.

Fred stroked him lightly from hilt to tip. His hips immediately started meeting her every caress. Fred increased her grip and speed. Within moments, Angel grunted as his orgasm hit him powerfully. He spilt his seed all over her hand and the big fluffy towel. Fred discreetly wiped her hand clean on the towel and discarded the towel onto the floor, as Angel recovered. She had wanted to lick her hand clean, but knew she should wait. There was time to get that intimate with him. She no longer felt any shame in Angel seeing her completely bare and vulnerable.

Once Angel had recovered, he met her eyes. “I’m sorry.” It was clear he was apologizing for cumming so fast and cumming on her.

Tenderly, she cupped his face between her hands. “Don’t apologize. I love that you desired me that much.”

Angel kissed her gently, and then swept her naked form up into his arms. He carried her out of the bathroom into her bedroom. He placed her down on her bed and started to pull the sheet over her to tuck her in. She grabbed his wrist to stop his movements. Meaningfully, she caught his gaze and said, “Stay with me.”

There was no denying she was a woman in love. She wanted nothing more than to spend the night in the arms of the man she loved. Angel couldn’t deny her. He crawled under the sheet with her. It was difficult fitting them both in the single bed, but they managed, loving the intimacy. Within moments, they were both asleep.

The End

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