Kissed By An Angel

Written By: starcrossed

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my original story idea. The shows “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Angel” and all of their characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, Lazy Dave Productions, 20th Century Fox, et al.
PAIRING: F/A
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Season five of “Buffy” and season two of “Angel.”
SUMMARY: Angel has good news, but whom does he want to share it with?
DISTRIBUTION: THC and Faithful, anyone else, ask and it shall be given.
DEDICATION: To Sovereign for helping me flesh out the original story idea.



Angel was restless. He threw the covers back on his bed in disgust. Rising to his feet, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants before exiting his room. He set out to prowl the darkened halls of the Hyperion, not really sure what he was looking for.

That had been the way of things the past couple of weeks, ever since his last trip to Caritas. Lorne had given Angel some news on that night. It was news that *should* have made the ensouled vampire ecstatic. Instead, it had made him fretful, restless, and at odds with himself. Maybe if he’d received the news a few months earlier it would have been different. Buffy had been alive then. On the other hand, Buffy wasn’t the girl who had been filling his thoughts and dreams, lately. He truly felt as if he’d laid her to rest and come to terms with her death. Maybe it was time to take the next step in the process of ‘moving on.’

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Faith had come downstairs in search of a snack. In the couple of months that she’d lived at the Hyperion, she’d come to enjoy having simple freedoms once again, such as that of getting up in the middle of the night to take care of a case of ‘the munchies.’ It was the little things in life that she now appreciated after having been incarcerated. Angel had so graciously provided her with a home and a job, as well as being the one to get her paroled early. She knew that if she lived a million years, she could never begin to repay him for all he’d done for her. A noise in the hallway outside of the kitchen caused her to set down her sandwich and tune her ears in to the source of the sound.

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Angel made his way down to the first floor of the Hyperion. He aimlessly shuffled through a couple of active case files before growing restless. His vampiric hearing honed in on the fact that there was someone in the kitchen and he made his way towards that room to check it out. He moved swiftly and quietly on bare feet, his very movements reminiscent of a predator.

"Angel?" Faith called out as she exited the kitchen. Only Angel, Fred, and herself lived here in the hotel. Cordy, Wesley, and Gunn had all gone home hours ago. Since the odd girl that Angel had brought back from another dimension rarely left her room, the chances were good that it was the vampire that Faith heard moving around. The rustling sound that had initially caught her attention had stopped, but something told Faith that movement was still happening somewhere in the building.

He should have been able to smell her and know that it was Faith. Something had been off about Angel for a couple of weeks now, though, and not all of his highly attuned senses were what they should be. Without making a sound, he was able to move in behind the dark haired girl and grab her.

Faith immediately acted on instinct and pulled her arms forward in an attempt to break free from whomever this was grabbing her from behind. "You're gonna get hurt!" She growled as she attempted to twist loose from the vise-like grip that she was being held in.

When she spoke, her voice registered in Angel's head and he instantly realized who she was. He released her with an apology. "Sorry, Faith..."

Faith wound back and squared him right in the jaw with an open handed slap. Realizing whom she had just hit, she instantly felt regretful. "Angel, damn it, don’t freak me out like that!"

Angel reached up to touch his stinging cheek. "I said I was sorry!"

"Me too. I didn’t think you’d be up this late… er... early." She glanced over at the clock on Cordelia’s desk and saw that it was just a tad shy of two in the morning.

Angel kept rubbing his cheek. *Damn, that girl could hit hard!*

"Couldn't sleep... what are you doing up this time of night?"

"Got hungry," she replied before pausing for a moment, “and I had a nightmare. What's keepin’ you up?"

Angel took a seat on the bottom step of the stairs. "I don't know, actually... haven't really been able to sleep well in awhile now." Even as the words left his mouth, he felt bad for lying to her. Angel knew exactly what it was that was causing his restlessness, but he had yet to share it with anyone.

Faith took a seat next to him and turned to look at him in the dim lighting. She was certain, even though she couldn’t quite put her finger on the exact cause, that Angel looked more troubled then usual. "What's buggin’ ya? I mean, is it something with someone ya know?" She drew her knees up to her chest and self-consciously tugged on the hem of her oversized tee shirt, wishing all the while that she’d put something else on before coming downstairs.

"That's the thing... I'm not sure what it is that's bugging me." Out of the corner of one eye, Angel stole a glance at the girl seated next to him, trying to judge whether or not she could tell that he was lying.

"So, it bugs ya that it’s buggin’ ya, but ya don’t know what it is that's buggin’ ya." Faith nodded slightly as she thought of it. "This why ya been all cranky the last couple of weeks?"

Angel had the good grace to look surprised. "I've been cranky?"

"Big time. You've kinda been almost intolerable. I wanted to ask, but, I like my head where it is and ain’t fixin’ to get it bit off.” She smiled a bit shyly at him and laid one hand on his arm.

A full moon was out and shafts of light poured through the front doors of the Hyperion, the soft beams falling across Faith's face. Angel turned fully toward her and stared, realizing how very beautiful she looked at that moment. He’d been aware of her for weeks, now, even before receiving his news from the Host. She had been haunting his dreams as well as many of his waking moments.

Faith let out a nervous laugh, pulling her hair over and behind her right ear, as was her habit. "What? I got something stuck on my face?" She raised a hand to her face as if to wipe away whatever might be there.

Angel captured her wrist and brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it ever so lightly. He then reached out to her, slowly so as not to startle her, and gently caressed her face, never taking his dark eyes off of her.

Faith was officially and completely puzzled. What Angel was doing was way out of character for him. She began to worry if he was okay. His touch felt so gentle and so right, though, and she was almost afraid that if she spoke, he’d stop what he was doing. "Angel, what's up?"

Instead of answering her, he leaned in, and pressed his lips softly to hers, giving her a feather light kiss. He tensed inside, expecting any minute that she was going to hit him.

Faith froze for a moment. Her body stiffened slightly and her still open eyes grew round. As he continued to kiss her, she began to relax and even reached a hand up to wind around the back of his neck.

Angel felt the tension leave his body whenever hers became more pliable in his arms, and it didn't appear that she was going to fight him. The hand that had been caressing her face moved to the back of her head and he entwined his long, elegant fingers in her dark mass of silky hair, pulling her closer as he boldly applied a bit more pressure to her lips.

Faith moaned as currents of pleasure began to course through her body. A warning bell was going off in the back of her mind, though, and it finally reached the point where she could no longer ignore it. Softly, she pushed him back until they were separated, but only by a little. "Angel... me and you... we can't do this."

Angel stared at her as he took unnecessary breaths in an attempt to calm his roaring libido. "What... why... oh, you mean because of my 'curse'..."

"Yes, but only because of that." She reached up and caressed his face for a moment, then let her head slump down into the crook of his shoulder and chest. "That's all."

Angel wrapped one arm around her and ran his fingers through her hair. "What if I were to tell you that my curse no longer applied?"

"We'd be in your room and I'd be jumping your bones ‘til I passed out." She replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Faith, there is no more curse on my soul," he whispered against the top of her head.

“Warranty run out on it, or somethin’?" she asked in disbelief. "This is the part where I wake up in my bed with sweaty sheets tangled around my body, right?"

Angel gently grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up to look at him. "I am telling the truth, Faith, and this is real. Last time I was in Caritas, the Host told me."

He stared at a spot just past her shoulder. "I think that that is maybe why I've been walking around in a daze, lately..."

"You're still a vampire, though. I can feel it." Hope began to edge its way into her voice as it sprung forth inside of her.

He returned his gaze to her and nodded. "Yes, I'm still a vampire and I still possess a soul, but there is no longer a 'happiness clause' attached to it."

"Angel, that's so great." She wrapped her arms around him tightly. "No one deserves it more than you. I'm really happy for you."

"Yeah, but I've been kind of lost ever since I found out..."

"Maybe there's someone else you want to try this non-curse thing on first?" She asked in a quiet voice as she slowly let go of him and tried to move away a bit.

Angel felt her pulling away from him, but he kept one arm wrapped firmly around her waist, reluctant to let her get away. "Why would you say that?"

"I just thought, cuz… well, I'm just the other one, ya know? I'm not Bu-“ She caught herself before she could say the name of the dead Slayer. In that moment, Faith wanted to bite her tongue off for having come so close to bringing up an unmentionable topic. “I'm not really a good pick, I mean." She stammered as she tucked her hair back and around her ear again.

Angel leaned back a bit, but still kept his hold on her. "Faith, don't you know? You are beautiful and sexy and very, very desirable. Practically everything you do turns me on." He reached for one of her hands and boldly brought it to the space between his legs. "Can you feel what you do to me, Faith?"

"I'm slappin’ myself as I say this, but slow down, big boy! Movin’ a bit fast, ain’t ya?" She quickly removed her hand from the bulge in his sweatpants.

Angel released his hold on her as quickly as if he'd been doused with a bucket of cold water. He rose to his feet and looked away from Faith, suddenly embarrassed. "Sorry... I'll, um, maybe I should just leave..."

"Angel," she quickly grabbed his hand. "It’s just… I don't want to treat ya like a use and lose treat. You're too special for that... but... I wanna, just, I wanna do it the right way, ya know? Like you taught me to do stuff." She looked upon him in hopes that he would understand why she was refusing him.

He kept his back to her, unable to look at her for the moment. "Can I ask you one question, Faith?" He tried desperately to get the trembling of his body under control.

"Yeah," she replied.

Finally, he turned around to look at her, again. His chocolate brown eyes were filled with desire. "Do you want me?"

"I always have," she answered immediately without even a moment’s hesitation. “From the first moment I saw you.”

Angel closed the distance between them in mere seconds and pulled her into his strong arms once more. With his lips mere inches away from hers, he huskily whispered, "Then, tell me what can be wrong with the two of us being together? It's what we both want..."

"I don’t want to wake up in the morning to an 'oops, sorry, Faith. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this' convo. That’s pretty much what I'm not wanting."

Angel closed the remaining distance between them, his lips practically on top of hers. "That won't happen, I promise you that, Faith. I have this feeling that I shall never be able to get enough of you..."

"This is against my better judgement..." she trailed off. She grabbed hold of one of his hands and quickly made her way up the stairs to his room, tugging him along behind her. “But it’s about time that I get something I want for a change."

Angel followed her up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind them once they entered. "What is it you want, Faith? Tell me and it's yours, baby. Anything for you..."

She pushed him onto the bed and pinned his hands to the mattress as she straddled him at the waist. "I want you to answer me a question."

Angel was strong, but Faith was stronger and had a definite advantage over him. He couldn't help but grin, though, at her pinning him to the bed. "What do you want to know?"

"Just wonderin’ what in the hell is wrong with you? You ain’t actin’ like you at all." She studied him a moment. "You lose that soul of yours, again?"

He felt his eyes widen in amazement. "What the hell? What are you talking about? I told you that my soul is fixed!"

"Yeah, you did. Just like that, though? Angel, I may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Those Powers That Be don’t just go around doing stuff like that."

"My soul being fixed has nothing to do with the Powers, Faith..." Angel caught her off guard and was able to flip her over, reversing their positions on the bed. "The Host told me that apparently when I was re-cursed with my soul three years ago in Sunnydale, Willow must have unknowingly left off the clause about perfect happiness. She wasn’t exactly the knowledgeable witch back then that she is now."

She thought for a moment about trying to struggle, but then decided that she rather liked the position he currently had her in. Faith had to be sure that all of this was for real, though, before she allowed it to go any further. The last thing in the world that she wanted to happen was to have him lose his soul. After everything that Angel had done for her, she honestly didn’t know if she’d be able to stake him, if it came down to that.

“So, what? You just readily believe this Host guy? I mean, he’s a demon, after all. How do you know that he’s not just jerkin’ your chain?”

Angel gazed down at her, his eyes full of passion. When he spoke, his voice was as smooth as whiskey. “Lorne isn’t like that, Faith. He’s a good guy, even if he is a demon. He reads people’s auras and I’ve never known him to lie about what he sees.”

“Oh,” she whispered. If Angel trusted this demon guy, then that was good enough for her. A tremor ran through her as she realized that she had just run out of excuses.

“I won’t force myself on you, Faith. That’s not my style, but I won’t lie to you about what I want, either.”

He released his grip on her wrists, and moved down her body until he was able to stretch out on top of her, careful to brace his weight on his elbows. Taking her face between both of his hands, he stared deeply into her eyes. “I want you, Faith. I want you very badly, but if it’s not what you want, just say the word. I’ll leave you alone from here on out, and never lay another finger on you.”

Everything was happening so quickly and it was all so unbelievable and overwhelming. It took her a moment to be able to form a coherent sentence and when she did speak, her voice was huskier than usual. “I-I want you too, Angel.” She reached up and wound her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers.

A moan escaped him as his lips touched hers. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative even, but soon grew in depth and intensity. Her mouth opened beneath his and his tongue found it’s way inside, joining hers in an age-old dance. Her taste was richer than that of the finest wine he’d ever drank and he couldn’t get enough of it. Kissing her was heady, intoxicating even, and suddenly he felt as if he wasn’t worthy of what she was so willing to give him.

He wrenched his mouth from hers and laid his head on her chest, listening to the sounds of her breath and her rapid heartbeat. She lay there beneath him, drawing in huge gulps of air. His kisses had been out of this world, but after awhile, her lungs had begun to burn from a lack of oxygen. She’d been grateful when he’d pulled away, although something about the sudden urgency of his action bothered her. After a moment, she entwined her fingers in his hair and began to caress his scalp. He grew so still, lying there on top of her that she started to wonder if he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Angel?” The sound of her voice echoed off of the walls of the silent room.

Once again, she called his name. “Angel, is everything alright? You didn’t fall asleep on me, did you?”

Finally, he raised his head to look at her, and when he did, she noticed the tears in his eyes.

With one hand, she gently wiped away a tear that was streaking down his cheek. “Hey, what’s the matter? I don’t kiss *that* badly, do I?” She could sense that now was not the time for jokes, but his sudden change in attitude was starting to scare her. Humor had always been her shield in times of fear.

“I-I can’t do this, Faith…”

Confusion suffused her features. “Say what? Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

He braced an elbow on the mattress beside her and rested his forehead in the palm of his hand. “It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t do this because I don’t deserve you.”

His statement caused her to laugh dryly. “You think you don’t deserve me? How do you think I feel. With my checkered past, I sure as hell don’t deserve someone as good and noble as you.”

Angel sat up and moved off of her, turning his back to her as he sat on the edge of the mattress. “Noble? You think that I’m noble? I’m a vampire, Faith. For a hundred and fifty years, I offered an ugly death to everyone I met, including a few Slayers along the way. I used to be known as the Scourge of Europe and it was a reputation that I more than earned.”

She rose to her knees behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning forward to softly kiss the side of his neck. “Angel, do you think I’m perfect, or somethin’? I’ve done things in my life, a lot of them bad, evil, horrible things that I can never, ever hope to make up for. What we’ve done in our past doesn’t matter, though, not as long as we are striving to be decent people and do what good we can. You taught me that. So, don’t you dare sit there and try to feed me some line of bullshit about how you aren’t worthy of me!”

He didn’t answer her, but simply sat there with his back ramrod straight. She maneuvered around until she was in his lap, facing him, with her arms and legs wrapped around him. “I want you, Angel, and I don’t give a good goddamn about what you’ve done in your past. All I see is who and what you are now, and that’s a good man who puts his life on the line everyday to save others. Hell, some of them don’t even deserve to be saved, but you do it anyway. I think that more than atones for anything you did when you were the evil Angelus.”

Angel finally looked at her and she could see the desire in his eyes once more. “Do you really mean what you just said?”

“Every word of it,” she answered honestly.

“And, you want me?”

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything. Please, make love to me, Angel.”

The things she’d said to him made his unbeating heart sing. She wanted him and she didn’t care about anything that had happened in his past. Angel wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, tasting fully of her mouth once more.

As they kissed, he reached for the hem of her tee shirt and began tugging it upward, suddenly impatient to touch her. She pulled away from the kiss and leaned back slightly to give him room to remove the garment from her body. Faith had a brief moment in which she wanted to cross her arms over her chest and hide from him, but it vanished as soon as she saw the undeniable look of desire in his eyes.

Angel drew in an unnecessary breath at the sight of her naked breasts. They full and lush with areolas that were a deep, rich, almost plum-like color and her nipples had hardened into little pebbles under his gaze. Leaning forward, he captured one luscious peak with his mouth, and began to suck on the hard little bud of her nipple. One hand found her other breast and began to caress it, teasing the tip with his long, elegant fingers.

Faith was moaning, currents of pleasure and desire coursing through her as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. The things he was doing to her with his mouth and his hands were incredible. She didn’t think that anyone had ever made her feel so very wanted as she did in that moment.

Wrapping his arms securely around her waist, he used the strong muscles in his legs to stand up. Faith tightened her arms and her legs around him, not wanting him to ever let her go. Angel turned around and deposited her onto the bed and moved his body over hers before she had a chance to protest the loss of him, managing to pull her panties off in the process. He took her mouth in a deep kiss, feeling as if he could never get enough of her. Pulling back, he smiled to see her lips swollen and bruised looking, and he thought how it only made her look even sexier.

Starting at the side of her neck, he began kissing a cool, wet trail down her naked body. He paused every now and then to suck on her skin, leaving her covered with various ‘love bites.’ Upon reaching her abdomen, he raised his head to look at her.

His eyes dancing with mischief, he asked, “Do you know what this is?” He touched a mole on her stomach with the tip of one finger.

Faith raised up on her elbows in order to glance down at herself. “That? It’s a big, ugly mole. I’ve had it my whole life and I’ve always hated it.”

“Oh, no, you shouldn’t hate it. Don’t you know what it means to have a mole on your body?”

She looked at him curiously. “No, I don’t think I do.”

Angel smiled at her. “Whenever you have one of these, it means that you’ve been kissed by an angel on that part of your body. Have you been letting angels kiss you, Faith?”

A pink hue highlighted her cheeks. “Not until tonight…”

He leaned over and placed a soft kiss right on the mole. “I think it’s beautiful, just like the rest of you. I’m curious to know if you have any more ‘angel-kissed’ spots on your body…”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” Her tone of voice was playful and inviting.

Angel resumed kissing his way down her body as she lay back down on the pillow. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he parted her legs with gentle hands, and blew a cool stream of air over her dark curls. The action elicited a moan from her and she reached for him, entwining her fingers in his hair. It was then that he discovered another mole, right on the inside of her left thigh.

“Why, Faith, it seems as if you’ve had an angel kissing you in a rather intimate place…”

Both her voice and her breathing were ragged as she answered him. “Only you, Angel, only you. You’re the only one that I want. Please, love me with your mouth.”

To tease her any further would have been cruel, and Angel had always prided himself on being a considerate lover. He parted her with the fingers of one hand and dipped his head down to taste her. She was like the sweetest of honey on his tongue. He felt her begin to quiver as he brought his tongue to her center, laving the distended little nubbin that was begging for his touch. His other hand found her opening and he slowly inserted a finger, delighted to find her wet and ready.

“A-Angel, don’t stop! P-Please, give me more!” Her hips had arched up off of the mattress to meet the pressures of his finger and his tongue.

He inserted a second finger, then a third, stretching her, and preparing her. His tongue never ceased its attentions to her clit. Closing his lips over the taut little piece of flesh, he began to suck on it as he pumped his trio of fingers in and out of her. Soon, she was riding both his hand and his face, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow as she called out his name repeatedly.

She clenched around his fingers and her whole body stiffened as orgasm washed over her. “ANGEL!” She screamed out his name as she peaked, unbelievable waves of pleasure washing over her.

Angel raised his head up from between her legs and watched her as she climaxed for him. She was a wholly beautiful sight to behold and he knew in that instant that he wanted to be the one to bring her this special type of joy her for the rest of her life. He carefully removed his fingers from inside of her and moved up the bed, pulling her into his embrace.

Faith had just had the best orgasm of her entire life. While it was true that she was no untutored virgin and that she’d had her fair share of men in the course of her young life, no one had ever made her feel as good as Angel just had. She had had climaxes before, but never one quite like that. She knew, right then, that she never wanted a man other than him to ever touch her again. This night wasn’t over, though, and she desperately wanted him inside of her.

“Angel, make love to me.”

He chuckled just a bit. “Faith, I just did, sweetheart.”

“No, you just gave me a mind blowing orgasm is what you did, but I want you inside of me, making love to me. Please?” She sat up and reached for the drawstring of his sweats, deciding to take matters into her own hands.

Angel laced his hands behind his head on the pillow and let her strip his pants off of him. As she rolled the garment down over his hips, his cock sprang forth, jutting up against his taut abdomen. When she’d divested him of his only piece of clothing, she rejoined him on the bed, her eyes growing a bit round at the sight of his erection.

Faith swallowed hard and attempted to act non-plussed. Straddling his thighs, she reached for him, taking his shaft in her hand and caressing it. “Someone up there sure done right by you.”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a half smile. “I guess you could say that…”

She leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue tracing wicked circles around the tip of him as she licked off the pre-cum. Angel moaned and grabbed hold of the sheet beneath him, bunching it up in his fists. He had to fight the urge to thrust up into her mouth.

Faith released him and looked into his eyes. “So, you like that, huh?”

He groaned. “Do you even have to ask?”

She smiled wickedly. “Not really, a girl can just tell about these things. I promise that next time I’ll give you a blow job that you’ll feel all the way down to your toes, but right now, I have other plans for you.”

With that, she moved up his body and raised up onto her knees, positioning herself over his cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, moaning as he began to fill her and stretch her inner walls. When she was fully seated, she leaned over to kiss him fully on the mouth, tasting herself there.

Angel took hold of her hips and began to urge her to move on him. It didn’t take much encouragement from him before she sat up and dug her knees into the mattress for leverage as she began to ride him. His hands released their hold on her hips and found their way to her breasts. He teased her nipples into erection, watching her face all the while.

Bringing his legs up, he made a resting-place for her back with his thighs as his heels dug into the mattress. He began to meet her, thrust for thrust. His cock was so deep inside of her that he was certain that the head had to be touching the entrance to her womb on each upstroke. A tightening of his balls heralded the approach of his orgasm.

“A-Angel, it’s so good… so good….”

“Is it good, baby? Do you like having me inside of you?”

She nodded her head vigorously, on the verge of climax herself. “Yes! I don’t ever wanna stop! Promise me that we never have to stop…”

“I promise you, Faith. We don’t ever have to stop.”

One hand snaked down to where their bodies were joined and he found her clit. He stroked it with the pad of his thumb as he thrust fast and hard inside of her. “Come for me, Faith. Let’s come together.”

She leaned forward the slightest bit and braced her hands on his chest. “Ooooh, Angel! I’m coming!”

“Me too, baby, me too.” His cold seed filled her and she collapsed against him, her hair tangled and sweaty.

“Angel, that was… I mean… no one has ever made me feel like that…”

One hand stroked her back while the other kneaded the ripe curves of her ass. He was soft inside of her, now, but he had no desire to move. “I know, love, I know.”

Faith sat up just a bit so that she could look at him. “What I said earlier, Angel, I meant it. I don’t want this to be just a one-night stand type of deal. I don’t think I could handle that.”

“Faith, don’t you know? You’re mine and I plan to never let you go. From now on, I’m the only ‘angel’ who’s going to be kissing you.”

She smiled at him. “I think I can definitely handle that.”

The End

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