Dealing with the book of love (cw/tw)

She kept at it, just as he pleaded her to, arching her back and whimpering longingly as he bit her chest a little. She felt herself getting warm, and her jaw tensed a little as she ran her fingers under her underwear, moaning weakly at how tender she felt. His question made her smile, opening her eyes as her breath was heavy. "You remember our first night? When we had to be quiet?" she replied, closing her eyes as she smiled as another moan sprung from her throat. "I'm thinking ... Of how loud we can be ... Mhmm ... When we get our own place," she panted softly, enjoying every second of what he did to her nipple.

The way she arched her back made him smile against her skin but that was because she was just so lovely. He listened to her reply as his mouth had hooked onto her, her moans as otherworldly as they always seemed to be. He hummed against her nipple as he clearly remembered, looking up at her as his other hand gently grabbed her other breast. When she mentioned their own home, he lifted his head from her breast to look at her with rather big eyes. He blinked a little as he thought her words through, his breath a little hasty. "Our own place?" he asked before a small smile spread on his lips.

His lips were like pure touches of heaven the way he had hooked himself on to her. However as he moved his lips and now looked at her, she stopped her hand moving, looking back at him with vulnerable eyes. The flames powerful in her eyes. His question wasn't as much of a question, it was more like he needed to be confirmed he hand heard right. "Yeah," she replied, leaning up to kiss his lips softly. "I want a life with you, Belial, and that includes moving in to a place with you," she said. Her breath was still hasty, but she hadn't calmed down yet. It was as if speaking about this made her long for him more.

"Well, nobody is stopping us from just looking for places?" she suggested, smiling at him in the dim light that a lamp on the bedside table gave. As he squeezed her breast, she looked at him a little surprised, chuckling sweetly as he was urging her to continue what she had been doing moments before. Nodding, she stretched her neck for him, and as her finger slid under her underwear once more, she bit her lower lip to contain some of the excitement. He kept teasing her, and it didn't take long before she started moaning again. Looking at him in the dark, her lips separated in a deep breath as she inserted two fingers into herself, her eyes going vulnerable as she teased herself. It was getting to a point where she couldn't stop herself from whimpering from time to time between her moans, her hips eager to move against her fingers.

The way he looked at her didn't feel like he was a predator, it felt more like he was grateful to see her like this. How she could please herself and make him see what he usually wasn't able to. His words made her nod, biting her lower lip as he continued to tease her nipple. Her fingers moved eagerly, making small moans escape from her mouth, despite her trying to bite her lip. However she could feel herself close. Perhaps it was because he was holding her so tight and teasing her breast that sweetened the deal, but her walls were slowly starting to cramp together around her fingers. "Belial," she moaned in a sweet whisper as she kept moving her fingers inside herself. Then she felt the sweet relief, her head shooting back against the pillow, her mouth open as a vulnerable whimper left her lips. Her breath was hasty, her throat felt dry, but she felt like she couldn't move for a second. Too overwhelmed by this feeling of intimacy they had just shared. "I'm soaking," she whispered, breathing heavily before removing her fingers. She lifted them up so he could see them in the dim light, her own wetness having spread nicely before moving them to her mouth, sucking them clean for him.

Buffy nodded at his demand, feeling how he was tugging her underwear down, as that was the last piece of clothing she was wearing. She tried helping him a little, moving so that removing her underwear would be easier for him. "But love, I think you need to be naked too," she whispered, it was a slight tease, but her breath was still rather hasty. She grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head as she finally felt their skin so close together. She sighed softly, feeling how warm he was and how safe she actually felt in his arms. Her hands moved down opening his pants and helping him get rid of them. Reaching over, she grabbed a condom, pushing him to lay on his back, now completely naked just for her. Her hands were shaking a little as she opened the condom, mostly because her high still affected her somewhat. She took out the little rubber, looking at it before she looked at his member. Their first time had been without a condom, mostly because she had been on birth control. However she didn't like taking those pills, and with Baal's encouragement, they had simply switched to just use condoms. She felt a little sad, mostly because when she had felt him without the rubber it had been so different. Swallowing she leaned down, kissing and licking his member before placing the condom on him. Moving up, she mounted him, placing her hand beside his head, as her other moved down to move his member to her entrance. She moaned softly, feeling her whole body spin with delight, looking at him before she lowered herself on him.

His remark made color appear in her cheeks, looking at him with pure adoration as she slowly lowered herself. The way he could stretch her walls out was immeasurable to any other feeling she had ever had, and looking at him it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. She stopped about halfway down him, looking at him as her body was trembling with pleasure. "Push in to me," she said in a soft voice, knowing that he was trying to contain himself, however she wanted him to take control for that little part. She knew he had a need to thrust in to her, and tonight she was granting him that, despite her being in control. She leaned down to him, kissing his lips softly before she felt him force himself the rest of the way in, making her whimper with pleasure against his lips. How deep could he hit her before she knew that he couldn't reach any further? Sighing softly, she started riding him, her legs bending and stretching slightly to make him slide in and out of her. Leaning her head back she moaned softly, mostly because she loved being on top. There was just something about it that made her feel empowered. "Mhmm Belial," she hummed softly, feeling how his member hit her sweet spot if she twisted her hip a certain way, making her moan in delight.

It seemed like the night disappeared in sight and moans, but as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she knew that she had been more than satisfied.

She felt him move, frowning and pouting as she snuggled her face closer to his chest. "Not yet," she mumbled in a sleepy voice, wrapping her arm around his torso. His scent made a faint smile appear on her lips as she fell right back in to sleep. Sometimes she thought she had never slept better than when she was with him. He made her safe, and most importantly warm.

Buffy thought the sound was from her dream, and as she felt Baal calm down, she herself wasn't as aware. it wasn't until she felt the cat move against her back, making her turn around, stroking it softly. "Good morning," she mumbled to the cat, hearing it purr for a while as she kept her eyes closed, lazily petting the cat. "What time is it?" she mumbled, opening her eyes and looking at her phone. She could still feel her body aching a little, but not in a bad way. She felt relaxed and she couldn't help but smile a little. It was a around ten in the morning. Placing the phone down she moved over, kissing Baal softly on his cheek before getting out of bed. She wouldn't wake him if he wanted to sleep in, and it would make it easier for her to get a bit of studying done. However she couldn't really get the book out of her head, the story had seemed so real to her. Walking out to the bathroom, she turned on the shower. Water took a bit of time to get warm this part of town, so she decided to take some time to brush her teeth and remove any leftover make up from her face before walking under the hot water.

The cat purred as the fenix greeted her, stretching her body a little with a yawn before she snuggled closer to Buffy. Baal groaned softly under his breath as she kissed his cheek, mumbling a few incomprehensible words before he turned on his side now that she wasnt there for him to hold, continuing his sleep with no clear intention of getting up just yet. The cat followed her to the bathroom, meowing as it begged to get her attention. In the livingroom where the crash had been heard, was a couple of things knocked from the table along with the book that they had been reading from yesterday's night.

Buffy frowned as Juno seemed to follow her. The cat usually stayed far away from the bathroom in fear of getting a bath. She turned off the water, following the cat in to the living room. There were a few things on the ground, a potted plant that she picked up, wiping the worst of the dirt in to her palm and returning it to the pot. Then her green eyes fell on the book, bowing down to pick it up. She felt that same itch again, to continue reading, but would it be the same without Baal's soothing voice? Flipping through the pages, she looked at the ones they had already read, smiling to herself, however something felt strange about the book.

Juno just kept following Buffy around, eventually hoping that the fenix would head into the kitchen so she could beg for some snacks, maybe even do a trick to earn it. But the fenix went to the livingroom and the cat just looked at the mess it had made before she sat down and looked up at Buffy, curiously looking at the book before she looked back at her. She got up and started to rub her back onto Buffy's leg, meowing softly, before she jumped up on the couch and stretched, lying down and then turning to her back - Clearly wanting some bellyrubs now that she couldnt get her snacks.

Buffy moved over to the couch, sitting down, knowing that Juno would follow. "It feels like I know the story," she said to herself, but she couldn't really put a finger on it. Instead she rubbed the cat's head, scratching her behind her furry ears and as the cat laid down, she moved her hand to stroke her belly. "I don't want to wake Belial up yet, he looked so tired," she said, mostly in a mumbled. Touching the book she felt almost nostalgic. Her gaze turned to look at Juno, seeing the cat purring made her smile. "Perhaps I should go read it in bed? Wake him slowly by telling him the story?" she said, looking at the cat, who wouldn't answer. She knew that Juno wanted treats, but all the fish from yesterday was still digesting in that little stomach, so feeding her more seemed stupid at this point. Buffy got up, taking the book with her in to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed, crawling under the covers, but resting her back against the headboard. She started reading out loud, but not yelling, simply in her calm voice.

The woman had known from the start that seeing the man was a risk, but ever since that day in the lake, she had found herself enchanted by the muscular tanned guy. Her father had noticed, however he simply thought she had finally started seeing reputable man. "My little flower, you seem happy as ever," her father remarked as they were sitting out in the garden for tea. The young woman felt her cheeks redden, looking down in to her cup as she stirred it a little. "It is alright, love needs to be planted before it can bloom," he said wisely. The woman felt her heart heavy, mostly because she knew she was fooling herself. She would never be able to be with the man she found so alluring, and yet, she felt the need to. "Father, it is not love, not yet at least, but I do not think it will ever lead anywhere," she confessed. The father frowned, looking at her with a perplexed gaze, demanding to know if the man had been indecent, if he had touched her or gods forbid taken her most precious flower. The woman shook her head no, she hadn't been that scantily clad since the day at the lake. "No, father, but you wouldn't approve," she whispered timidly. The father raised an eyebrow at her, taking a sip of his tea. "Invite him for supper then," he remarked.

The man couldnt make his mind up whether he should really try and sneak into the city and just hope to catch a glimpse of the woman just once. The time at the lake seemed to be a dream, he just couldnt believe that it had actually happened. How he had held her close to show her which motion to make to swim forwards, the excitement she showed when she got a hang of it. It was more than he could have asked for.
So naturally he was more than joyous as he worked, singing and whistling with a bright smile on his lips as his employer seemed to wonder every day whether the man had had a stroke or simply gone insane. He was heading to the market one day with crops that he was supposed to sell but as he passed her balcony, he stopped and looked up with hopeful eyes. Just one glance, he was begging in his mind for just one look at her.

That day after her tea with her father, she had strolled down in to town, of course accompanied by her chaperones, a woman about her age, and another older lady. The woman looked around, standing at a vendor that sold spices, and she was in awe at the different smells. She had never been a great cook, but she had always liked baking, especially bread or cakes. Turning around she stood face to face with him, her eyes getting soft as she looked at his dark eyes and tanned skin. She was wearing a light blue dress, hiding away her body, only letting the cut of the century define her waist. "Excuse me," she said, nodding at him with a faint smile on her lips. She had dreamt of nothing but his arms, how he had held her tight that day and how she wished he hadn't let go. She felt her heart race, this was her chance to invite him, however she feared that he would decline. Or perhaps flat out ignore her. "Meet me by the fountain," she whispered in a hasty breath before her chaperones caught on to her, dragging her with them over to look at fabrics and linen.

He had been standing there looking up at the balcony and probably looked like some sort of idiot. But he hadnt expected her to approach him, so when she did, he had turned his head casually to look at her with quite wide eyes. "Ma'am," he greeted her with a late respectful nod to his words, feeling a little caught off guard with her being so close. She looked beautiful today, he noticed that right away. Her whisper made him nod before he watched her be dragged off. He went to sell his crops before leaving his animal strapped to a water dispensary so it could drink while he went to see the woman. He stood by the fountain as she had instructed him, looking at the water as he felt a little nervous.

Just seeing him again made her long for that warm summer day, but she knew that was just what she dreamt so much about. Once she had managed to escape her chaperones, and standing on the other side of the fountain she felt very much like a child again. Peaking around one of the small beams of water to look at him. The sun had been cruel to him since last time she saw him, red marks over his cheeks and nose. "I hope you are in good health," she said softly, moving around the fountain, her hand tracing along the marble. "I thought you had forgotten about me," she whispered as she got closer, however not too close. She still needed to be decent as she roamed the city or people would talk. She felt her cheeks redden as she looked down, adjusting the blue fabric of her dress, making sure it wasn't getting wet by the fountain's small sprinkles. "My father is having a ball next month ... I would like to formally invite you," she said, looking up at his dark eyes.