Come Away With Me by Yseult

Disclaimer: Look, Ma, I’m Joss Whedon! Lyrics are from “Come Away with Me” by Norah Jones

Distribution: My website, Yseult’s Passion http://yseultspassion.com and my permission. Although why you’d want this is beyond me.

Spoilers: Sometime after Restless and To Shanshu from LA. Don’t ask me where Riley is. I have no clue, and I didn’t look real hard.

Author's Notes (1): Sharon Jane, this is for you. See? I can write non-angsty B/A!

Summary: Angel returns. Buffy's happy...and noisy.

Buffy walked up the steps to her front door and gathered the rose bouquet into her arms. She buried her face in its fragrant petals and closed her eyes. Above the sweet scent, she could smell a man’s cologne. She smiled. He had delivered the flowers himself.

She inserted her key into the lock on her front door, turned it, and entered her house. Buffy went into the kitchen where she spent five minutes opening and closing cupboard doors in a fruitless search for a vase. She was so completely focused on her mission, she was oblivious to her mother’s presence in the doorway.

“Gaaarrrggghh!” screamed Buffy as she dropped the flowers and spilled her purse. “Where did you come from?”

Joyce laughed. “Aren’t Slayers supposed to have enhanced senses? I was watching TV in the living room. You walked right past me.”

“They do. You were? I didn’t notice. Roses.” Buffy stammered and waved her hand at the strewn flowers. “Which are now all over the floor.”

“With the insides of your purse,” added her mother. “What’s this?” She held up a foil-wrapped package. “It looks—“

”—not like what you think it is,” said Buffy as she grabbed it out of her mother’s hand and hurriedly picked up the other items. “Ow. That’s not very nice.”

“Tell me you’re talking to the roses,” Joyce called from the dining room. “You’re a little young for senility. And condoms, in case you thought I hadn’t noticed.” She walked back into the kitchen with a crystal vase. “Those will look very nice in this. Who’s your secret admirer? Anyone I know?”

Buffy shrugged her shoulders. “There wasn’t a card.” She filled the vase with water and began to arrange the roses.

Joyce looked at her daughter appraisingly. “Oh no. You’re not fooling me, young lady. I’m your mother. I know you. And you know who these are from.” She leaned against the counter and folded her arms across her chest. “And more importantly,” she added, “I can nag.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. “Oh, all right. Since you insist. They’re from Giles. Why doesn’t this look right?” She cocked her head to one side and grimaced at the flower-filled vase.

Joyce shook her head and copied her daughter’s sigh. “Here. Let me fix it.” She cut several stems and rearranged some of the greenery. “Better?” she asked.

“Yeah, Mom. Thanks.” Buffy took the vase from her mother. “I think I’ll put these in my room. Right after I change into my pajamas that are in the laundry that I forgot to put in the dryer before I left. Great. ”

“That might not be a good idea, Buffy.” Joyce offered as her daughter stomped down the basement stairs.

“Why not?” Buffy’s voice was muffled by the dryer. “Oooo. Warm pajamas! I love you, Mom!” Her mother smiled and then grinned.

“Well. This is just my opinion, but if I was Angel and you waved some other man’s gift in my face? I’d probably leave.” Joyce’s voice floated down to the basement. She waited and was rewarded with the sound of feet racing up the stairs.

“Well, Mr. Giles certainly isn’t here. Although I don’t understand why he wouldn’t want to give you these beautiful flowers in person. Isn’t he a little old for you? Well, I mean he’s not as old as Angel but--” Joyce’s face was mock-serious.

Her mother smiled sweetly. “Angel’s here. He’s in the living room. You walked by him too.” She noted her daughter’s panicked expression. “Don’t worry. I behaved myself. In fact, we had a very pleasant conversation.”

Buffy still looked fearful. “Mom, I look like crap.” She was wearing her favorite cow-print flannel pajamas.

Joyce’s face softened and she stroked her daughter’s face. “No, honey, you look fine. I honestly don’t think he’s going to notice what you’re wearing.” Buffy looked skeptical. “Go on. He’s waiting.”

He rose from the couch, his familiar half-smile drawing her further into the room. “Buffy,” he echoed. His eyes swept up and down her pajama-clad body. “You look—“

Angel laughed. “Yes, but that’s not what I was gonna say. You look well.”

Joyce poked her head into the living room. “Tomorrow is inventory day, so I’m going to turn in. Angel, it was nice to see you again. Buffy, don’t forget it’s garbage day tomorrow. Good night.” They heard the floorboards creak as she ascended the stairs.

Buffy turned to Angel. “Thanks for the flowers,” she said shyly. “They’re beautiful.” She placed them on the coffee table and sat at one end of the couch. Angel sat at the other end.

“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned. “How much did you hear?” She hid her face in her hands.

“Enough.” He couldn’t resist the temptation. “Buffy, why are there condoms in your purse?”

Her head shot up and she gave him a wide-eyed look. “You heard the whole thing? I need an apocalypse. Right now. Please.”

“Are you seeing someone?” Angel was hesitant. It wasn’t that he thought she was waiting around for him to reappear in her life. He had just assumed she wasn’t seeing anyone seriously.

“Well… just in case… you know… they’re for…” her voice trailed off. It was bad enough that she was wearing cow pajamas. Now she was trying to justify contraceptives in her purse.

“I know what they’re for, Buffy.” He watched her face redden further and decided to save her. “If there’s someone else, I don’t want to…” He chose his words carefully. “I don’t want to get in the way.”

She shook her head vigorously. “You’re not in the way. There isn’t someone. In fact, there’s no one.” She held her breath.

“Good,” he responded. “I mean it’s good that there isn’t someone. Not that I want you to be lonely. You should be dating someone. “ Angel sighed deeply and stared at his hands. “Think I can get an apocalypse?”

Angel shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. But I bet you could do some serious damage with those pajamas.” Her giggle was infectious and they laughed together.

She played with the hem of her pajama shirt. “Well, I wasn’t expecting you. You usually call. What’s with the personal visit, Angel? Not that I’m not glad to see you and everything but why are you here? Is the world ending again? I’m getting so sick of that. Okay, and any minute now I’m gonna shut up.” She blushed again. Angel could still reduce her to a babbling idiot.

The dark-haired vampire stood and walked to the bookshelf. He picked up a picture of Buffy and her mother; one finger traced Buffy’s face. He heard the couch springs squeak as Buffy rose from the chair.

“Angel?” She stood behind him. “Angel, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

Angel returned the picture to its place and rested his hands on the edge of the shelf.

“I miss you,” he said simply. He felt her head against his back and heard her breathe. He closed his eyes and imagined his fingers running through her soft golden hair.

“Me too,” she whispered. “But I thought we weren’t gonna do this.” She was aching to slip her hands around his body and pull him close to her. They hadn’t touched each other since Graduation Day.

Come away with me on a bus

“I know,” he whispered back. “I just needed to see you.” Angel dropped one hand to his side. It brushed her pajamas. “It’s hard being away from you.” His fingers found her hand; his thumb stroked her knuckles.

Angel turned to face her. “I can leave if you want.” As he spoke he drew her closer.

Buffy swallowed audibly. “Leaving would probably be a good idea,” she spoke huskily. “If you stay…” She relaxed into his embrace.

“If I stay…” Angel raised an eyebrow and bent his head to hers. “What happens if I stay?”

Buffy’s answer was the tip of her tongue unconsciously wetting her lips before Angel’s lips met hers. She closed her eyes and felt his cool tongue patiently outline her lips, then push past them to enter her mouth. In an achingly slow movement, his tongue swept the inside of her mouth and touched each tooth. When it found hers, she moaned. It was as if she had waited her whole life for this kiss.

Angel pulled her even closer. One arm wrapped around Buffy’s waist and held her upper body. The other tangled in her hair caressing her head. She smelt like laundry detergent, shampoo, and vanilla. She smelt like home. Angel broke the kiss to nuzzle at her neck. “God, I missed you,” he repeated.

Buffy smiled into his shirt. “I missed this.” She ran one hand over his muscled chest. “I’d forgotten how good your kisses were.”

Her former lover grumbled into her hair, “I could never forget how good you taste.” He continued to nuzzle her neck and hair. Then he paused. “Want to know what else I remember?”

Buffy looked up at him. He had a devilish grin that usually meant trouble. “I’m almost afraid to ask. And remember my mother is upstairs.”

“Come here,” he said as he led her back to the couch. He sat down and motioned for her to sit on his lap. Angel looked at her and beamed. Buffy smiled back at him and waited. His grin grew wider. She began to get nervous as his hand made clockwise circles on her back.

“Kiss me,” he commanded. Buffy bent her head and gently kissed him on his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally his mouth. She had intended for this kiss to be slow and gentle too, but his passion overpowered her and she was caught up.

The kiss was endless. Angel didn’t need to breathe, but he would release her lips long enough for Buffy to inhale. Then he would drown her again. As they kissed, hands roamed over backs, ploughed through hair, caressed cheeks. When they broke apart, Buffy’s chest heaved as she took great gulps of air.

“That’s because the world usually was,” rejoined Buffy with a laugh. “I can’t believe we’re making out in my mother’s living room.” She looked around the room a little dazedly. “What else do you remember?” she inquired.

“Let’s just say you don’t get to pass “Go” unless you have the right answers,” Buffy insinuated. In case Angel didn’t know what she was talking about, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her pajama top and revealed the bare skin beneath it. “Consider this a bribe,” she added as she pulled her top to the side and partially exposed her right breast.

“That’s not a bribe.” Angel’s eyes fixed on the hint of nipple he could see. “That’s blackmail.” His hand cupped her breast and squeezed it.

Buffy leaned into his hand. “Bribe. Blackmail. What do you care as long as you get the right oooooh,” she groaned as his thumb rubbed her nipple.

Angel pounced on her mouth and swallowed it in another long kiss. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he used his hands to massage her breasts through her clothes. This time Buffy broke the kiss. She rested her head on his shoulder then pleaded, “Touch me, Angel.”

Her vampire didn’t need to be asked twice. He slid his hands under her top and raced for her breasts. Angel gasped as his fingers overflowed with her fullness. He pulled and tweaked each nipple until they were pebbled. Buffy whimpered when he removed one hand to undo the rest of the buttons on her pajama top.

“You know what else I remember?” said Angel before he licked each nipple. “I remember how to make you squeal.” He lay her on the couch where he devoured her breasts. He hungrily licked, sucked, and nursed until Buffy keened as an orgasm surged through her body. Angel continued to suck on one nipple as she recovered.

“No fair,” she pouted. She pulled him on top of her. “And that’s not what I was talking about.” She cradled his body between her legs.

Buffy mock-punched him. “Don’t give me that wide-eyed innocent look. You’re 250-some years old. You remember everything. You’re worse than Giles.”

Buffy searched his face. Yes, she loved him. She had never stopped, could never stop. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could feel his weight pressing her into the couch. His toned body sang beneath her fingers. His erection dented her abdomen. She rolled her hips and arched her body against him. “Yes.” Angel swallowed her in another kiss.

And I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee high

Angel chuckled. “Is that a problem? You weren’t complaining a minute ago.” He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Buffy’s eyes widened as she hungrily raked his chest. “Careful. You’ll drool on the rug,” he commented. He barely ducked the pillow she threw at him.

Buffy stood and squared her shoulders. “Oh, I don’t know. Twenty bucks says you drool first.” She slid her pajama bottoms to the floor and stepped gracefully out of them. Then she hooked her fingers through the waistband of her thong, pushed it down to her ankles, and kicked it off. She stepped in front of Angel and drew a forefinger over his lips. “Who’s drooling?” she asked huskily as her nails raked his nipples and elicited a low moan from him.

In a blur she was lying on the floor with a heavy vampire poised over her. Angel’s lips returned to her neck and suckled at the bite mark. “Remember,” he said hoarsely in her ear, “Your mother’s upstairs.” His mouth kissed a line from her ear to her collarbone to her breastbone to her navel to the patch of hair between her legs. He lifted her thighs over his shoulders and blew a breath of cool air across her sex. “That means you have to be very… very… quiet.” On the last word his tongue reached out and barely tasted her clit; his fingers simultaneously pinched each nipple. Buffy’s lower body left the floor as a hiss escaped her lips.

She was in serious trouble here. She couldn’t be quiet, let alone form the concept. “I don’t think I can do that, Angel,” she gasped between the sensual lashes of his tongue as he explored every cell of her sex.

He lifted his head from between her legs. “Then you’ve got a problem,” he smirked. His tongue probed her vaginal passage. Her shriek was cut off by Angel’s hand. “On the other hand,” he added in a serious tone, “I don’t think I want to explain to your mother what I’m doing.” He lowered her thighs and licked her juices from his lips.

Buffy whimpered. “But, you didn’t… I didn’t… you’re gonna leave me like this?” She propped herself up on her elbows and gave him a pitiful look.

“Like what?” he asked innocently. Angel sat back and enjoyed the view of Buffy laying open before him. “I like what I see just fine.”

She kicked him with her foot. “You undress me and kiss me and drive me close to oblivion and… and…”

She sat up completely. “That’s not very nice. A person could get very frustrated.” Buffy crawled on her hands and knees towards him. When she got there, she knelt before him. She slid her hands up her body until they reached her breasts. She massaged and twisted them and worked the nipples to pebbled peaks with her thumbs. Then she leaned forward and brushed the hard tips against his bare chest. Her tongue licked the dead artery on his neck.

“My mother’s upstairs,” Buffy sang as she darted out of reach. She shrieked again as he tackled her. His body lay the length of hers.

“I know,” replied Buffy. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Take these off and show me.”

Angel complied, quickly shedding his pants, socks, and boxers. He lay down beside her and traced her body with his hands. “You sure you want to do this on your mother’s floor?” he inquired. “Wouldn’t this be more comfortable on a bed?”

“You want to make love to me in the room next to my mother’s? Think about that.” She ran her warm hands over his cool arms. “Besides, this is more exciting. We might get caught.” Buffy rested one hand over his nonbeating heart and grew serious. “Angel, I just want to be with you. I don’t care where. I don’t care how. I just want you.”

“Do you care for how long?” Angel asked her, his fingers sliding in and out of her heated sheath.

“A while would be nice. Forever would be better. Tonight is okay too. Just as long as I can find the Krazy Glue. For my heart,” she answered his unasked question. “And no surprises would also be appreciated.”

“I promise no surprises.” Angel’s fingers swirled the wetness between her legs. “May I have this dance?” His thumb stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers continued to play her body.

“Yes, Angel. Always.” Buffy opened her arms and pulled him onto her. As he entered her, they both exhaled at the same time and laughed.

“Nope, no pressure at all,” said Angel. His face softened. “I love you, Buffy. I never stopped. I never wanted anyone else but you.”

They set a languid rhythm. Tongues, fingers, skin all melded together until they were one entity. Buffy climaxed smothering her cries in Angel’s mouth. For her second orgasm, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder. For her final orgasm, she screamed as Angel poured his dead seed into her body. Fortunately, it was drowned out by Angel’s roar. At least, that’s what they told themselves.

In the end, they lay tangled together on the floor. “So,” said Buffy, “do you think she heard us?”

“What makes you think I’m the one in trouble? There are two of us here,” Buffy retorted.

“Maybe. But Mom’s good. She’ll get you before you even leave the house.”

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms

“I didn’t know I could make that sound,” giggled Buffy. It was the morning after a passionate night of lovemaking. She sat on the kitchen counter, hemmed in by Angel’s arms. He kissed her nose before tasting her lips. The kiss deepened until he heard Joyce clear her throat directly behind him. Buffy quickly jumped off the counter.

“I didn’t know you could make those sounds,” her mother commented. “Which sounds are we talking about anyway? The ones before or after the deep-throated male vampire roar? And what’s that stain on the living room rug?” She reached past them for the coffee pot and poured a mug of coffee. “Do I need to put something stronger than cream in this?”

“Mom, I can explain. Angel and I… we were… um training… it’s been a really long time since we’ve been able to … do any training… and we just thought it was a good time … to train. And you’re not buying any of this, are you?” Buffy had started out blushing, cruised past flustered, and was now stuck on desperate.

“Angel, do you have anything to add about the “training”?” Joyce looked squarely at the vampire who was trying to cower into the microwave.

“Really? Because I’m sure I heard some grunting last night.” Angel actually blanched. “Are you two back together?” Buffy’s mother looked from Angel to Buffy and back to Angel. “Well?”

Buffy looked at Angel. “I guess it’s yes?” she asked Angel. He nodded at her. Buffy’s smile split her face. “Yes, Mom, we’re back together.” She gave Angel a quick kiss on the lips. His smile matched hers.

“That’s good. I’m going to work.” Joyce finished her coffee and rinsed the mug. She looked at the birds feeding on the worms in the backyard. “And, Angel? Break my daughter’s heart again and I’ll be your worst nightmare.” Joyce gathered her coat, purse, and keys. “Have a good day, you two. Buffy, we’ll talk about this when I get home. Bye.”

Buffy waited until the door closed before she squealed and jumped into Angel’s arms. “Really and truly, we’re together? We’ll make this work?”

“Good. Cause I wanna make some more noise.” Angel hoisted her over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. “Where are we going?” Buffy giggled as he negotiated the tight staircase.

“Any room where there’s a bed. I’m getting too old to do it on the floor.”

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