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Want by Amberina
She's beautiful, she's always been so beautiful, so beautiful and so blonde. Her fangs are sharp and Angel knows that this isn't the way, be knows that Cordy will be mad, that Cordy will kill him, but for now, he doesn't care.
She smells so good, like roses and blood and dirt, and he wants to submit to her. After all this time, he wants her to take over him.
Her body feels so good against his . . . her breasts are pressed against his bare chest and he remembers how nice that felt so long ago . . . so many years ago.
He wants her to hurry up and sink those teeth into him, he wants to feel the dizziness and he wants to drink her blood. He knows how good it tastes, and his mouth waters at the prospect. She takes her time, knowing that he is not going anywhere. She lightly scrapes her long, red nails up his neck, making him moan in glorious pain. She knows he loves it, she knows him so well.
So long he has wanted her, so long, and he gives in, he gives in to it all, and she breaks the skin on his neck with her nails and begins to slowly lick the blood off of his skin. She is so calm as she does this, and Angel is panting hard.
He knows it's crazy, he knows he has worked so hard to become human, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care that it took hundreds of years to get to this point, and that if he lets her go any farther, he will be back to square one. He doesn't care that she is a soulless demon, and he will become like her again. He doesn't care, because she is Buffy.
Finally the familiar dizziness comes on, and he is grateful for it, because he knows that soon, he will finally get to be with her.
That's all he wants.