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Fluffathon Fic!
Okay, this was a hard one, so I really hope you like it!
How Do I Love Thee?
Written for theantijoss
Resquest: B/A, snippet of poetry and romantic smut
Rated R-NC17, so be warned
How Do I Love Thee?
It was the way her presence did not even need explanation. The way he looked up from his papers on his desk, and saw her standing in the doorway, as though she had always been standing there. It was the way that in a split second he memorized all the things he noticed about her. The way the sun made her hair sparkle; the corners of her mouth turned up in a half smile; her hands remained folded gently in front of her waist. He was shocked to see her, and yet completely at ease. This day had been inevitable, when even after he had tried to stay away from her, their paths had always met. Their paths were entwined; she was his destiny and he was hers. He knew that, deep down in his still heart.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
"I’ve been thinking."her voice is a familiar sound he would never forget; he couldn’t forget, but the reassurance of hearing her words spoken is enough to make his heart beat. "I’ve been thinking about how stupid this is. I may not know who I am yet but all I know is that I love you. I always will love you, so why shouldn’t I spend my life with you? And sure, you’re a vampire and what, 200 years older than me and we can’t make love or go in the sunlight or..." she trailed off and then laughed to herself. "I swear I was going somewhere with this."
"But uh, what about the cookie dough?" Angel asked, trying to look genuinely concerned.
Another chuckle escaped her lips. "Screw the cookie dough."
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
He moved to get out of his desk, and she was already there, her delicate face looking up at him. He knew that they needed to talk, but he could not find the words to say. All he wanted was to be in that moment with her forever. His hands reached out and touched her soft cheeks. A tear ran down her eye and off of his hand, and he pulled her in to kiss her. Their lips met, and though this had happened only month’s ago, to Angel it was all eternity. He moved his hands up her back, keeping on firmly below her neck, while he ran his fingers through her hair with his left.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
He lifted her into the air as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He remembered this position, all to well, but to her that moment had never happened. This was all too surreal - but Angel wasn’t about to give this up.
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
Buffy was squirming in his arms, her hair flipping from side to side, but Angel managed to direct them towards his couch. He laid her down, unsure of whether this was a moment to rip off his shirt, or slowly slide it off romantically. Buffy aided him in this area, and slid it off of his shoulders before tossing it in the corner.
I love thee to the level of every day's
He lowered himself down on top of her. Their lips met once again, and after a moment he broke the connection to move down lower. He took each breast in his mouth, sucking gently and teasing her nipples with his fingers. Buffy let out a moan of appreciation.
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
He pulled her skirt down, sliding it off her feet and tossing it over his shoulder. His fingers delicately trailed down her stomach and over her thighs. He looked up at her one last time, grinned, then lowered his face between her legs.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
A short intake of breath, and then Buffy exhaled deeply, giggling at the sensation. She spread her legs apart farther. Angel’s tongue flicked inside of her, and he moved slowly, swirling it, listening carefully to Buffy’s now quickened breathing
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
His hands remained on her thighs, massaging them and occasionally slipping closer. He heard her now almost in a pant, gasping for breath and crying out. Her hips raised slightly from the couch, and the moment paused for a fraction of a second. Then she found her air, sank back into the couch, and propped herself up on her elbows.
I love thee with the passion put to use
Angel pulled himself up once again, and kissed her neck, still slick with sweat. She shifted her body so they each rested comfortably on the couch, with Angel’s arms wrapped around her. Silence lingered for a moment, before Buffy spoke up.
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
"Angel?"
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
"Yes?"
my lost saints. I love with the breath,
"Don’t let go, okay? Just keep it here, right now. Don’t let go of me."
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
"I wasn’t about to."
I shall but love thee better after death.