Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or anything associated with the fabulous Joss Whedon.
This is my first story so please be kind. I don’t consider myself a writer but this was just bursting to get out so here it is. Please enjoy.
Angel stood beside the bed and looked over to the open window where Buffy was standing watching the rain fall in soft droplets to the ground below. He watched, holding an unneeded breath, as she turned illuminated by the moonlight and started to walk toward him.
She wore a silk dressing gown that flowed around her legs, and as she moved closer she pulled the cord that held it shut and let the whole thing slide from her shoulders to the floor, leaving her naked to his loving gaze. When she was close enough he reached out to touch her, to hold her, to make sure she wasn’t just some wonderful dream.
Buffy in turn reached out to him and calmly began to pull his clothes off starting with his dark red shirt and moving downwards till he to was naked in front of her, turning, she moved toward the bed and lay upon the lush covers holding her arms wide to him invitingly, lovingly. He stood a moment in wonder then kneeled on the bed and slowly stretched out on top of her, carefully so as not to hurt her, he opened her legs and settled himself in her warmth. He was filled with delight and wonder as her hips slowly started to move in time with his own, softly at first and then with more passion he took them higher and higher until he heard buffy moaning in delight as she climaxed and he followed her into heaven.
When it was over he held her in his arms as they went to sleep whispering words of love to each other, and for the first time in his life he was completely happy.