Discoveries

"Oh, poor baby. You look like you need some help."

The light flickered on, found Kendra with her legs spread one hand deep in pussy. She jerked up to see her intruder and nearly strangled on a gasp.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help. And it looks like I got here just in time."

Kendra's eyes widened as she realized he was undressing. Well, actually he was half undressed already. He was still talking and though she was missing most of what he said, wondering why she hadn't heard him come in, she did know that his voice was husky and low. In her present state, it was very seductive. He was-

"Are you trying to seduce me?" her crisply accented words brought a smile to his lips.
"What do you think?"

"I think you're playing games that I don't want any part of. You are Buffy's- you are Angel"

"The name is Angelus," he snarled.

Kendra felt horror spread through her at the name.

"I see my name still sends chills. How nice."

"How?" was all she could ask him.

"Buffy fucked me back to life. Funny isn't it." Angelus walked across the room stalking her in the small space. He climbed onto the bed; his hand trailed the length of her body.

"No."

He continued on as if she never uttered a moan, a word. He smiled to himself, let his hand continue to wander. Hie fingertips barely touched her as they skimmed up her arm, rounded her shoulder.

"But I didn't come here to talk about her. Let's talk about us."

"Us? There is no us!"

"Ah, but there is. I came all this way-" He traced the column of her neck.

"No." She slapped his hand away and moved toward the end of the bed. "You came all this way for nothing."

Angelus laughed, delighted with her outburst.

"There you see, so predictable. I know you, lover. I knew you would fight this, deny us."

"You keep saying us. There is no us. This is just a sick game to get at Buffy or, or, something."

She wasn't far enough away. She moved again away from his long fingers, now tracing her collarbone, dipping to test the weight of her breasts, heavy with desire as he flicked a callused thumb over the nipple.
Conscious of her nudity as the hand trekked further down her body eliciting responses she could not hide, she snapped at him.

"Since you know me so well, I don't need to repeat myself. Go away."

He shook his head slowly, a look of sadness on his face even as he followed her. "Sorry just can't do it."

His eyes were on hers, dark and mysterious, sending shivers down her back. He moved closer still and Kendra couldn't go anywhere unless she wanted to fall off the bed.

"Yes, you can." She was breathless.

His hand was splayed over her hip, the fingers slowly massaging her even as they moved lower to tease and then capture the hollow behind her knee. With a one quick movement he pulled her body forward. Kendra felt a jolt as her body slid along the length of his and he turned her to lie beneath him. She could feel his cock pressed into her belly, the silken head kissing her navel. All thoughts seemed to just leave her head, except those of him.

Kendra blinked at him. This wasn't happening really. It was a product of her overactive imagination. She had to congratulate herself, she hadn't realized she'd thought he was sexy. He wasn't kissing her collarbone, or running his hands through her hair. That wasn't her head thrown back as he kneaded her breasts, leaning down to capture the nipple in the cold heat of his mouth. He wasn't grinding his hips, his man-size hips against her own. This was just a bad dream that was all. To prove it she pushed him off of her, grunting at the size of the man. She ignored the welling disappointment of her traitorous body.

"Yes, you can or you can be dust. I'm only holding back for Buffy's sake," she said.

As his form went crashing over the side of the bed, Kendra dove over the other side and went for her stakes under the bed.

Angelus growled as he stood, snagged her with one arm hooked around her waist and threw her on the bed all in what seemed to be one fluid motion. Almost leisurely he lay next to her. This time he held her down with one hand lightly at her neck and one leg thrown across her, his knee in her belly, the leg pressing heavily on her center. He leaned to the side of her to press kisses on her temple. Kendra struggled against him.