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She Wants You
by Exfilia
She barreled into her room so fast the door would have hit him, had he not had a vampire's reflexes. The sound of its closing spun her around to meet his eyes.
"Angel. You look awful."
"I'm sorry. I just needed to see you, to talk to you." He couldn't look at her. His eyes found her bed, found the stuffed pig perched on her pillow. "I don't know. What's going on, I don't know, but you shouldn't be...."
"It's okay, Angel," she said. "Just tell me, okay?"
Angel blinked, looked away, then looked back again. It was no good; she was really there again. Behind Buffy, blocking his view of the pig, Jenny Calandar was kneeling on the bed.
"She wants you to touch her," she said. "What are you waiting for?"
"You have to stay away from me," Angel told Buffy.
"You came to see me to tell me that I can't see you?"
"She wants you," said Jenny. She leaned forward, and her arms snaked out and around and brushed the sides of Buffy's breasts. "See? Look at these, all round and warm and... bitable."
A red fog obscured Angel's vision. He found himself breathing, breathing hard.
"Angel," said Buffy, "something is doing this to you."
Angel stepped toward her, and she backed up against the bed.
"Right where you want her," Jenny laughed. "She can tell how much you want her. It's making her wet. Can you smell it?"
Angel was finding it difficult to form words.
"I... need... I want..."
"I know," said Buffy, "but you just have to control it, okay?"
Jenny's hand rubbed at Buffy's crotch through her clothing, then reached out to float in front of Angel's nose.
"See? She wants you. What, do you want me to do it for you?" The hand crept down, until she grasped the lump in Angel's trousers. "Would you like to sit back with this in your hand and watch me get your Slayer off? Would you do her after, when she's all slick and wet from me?"
Buffy looked up into his eyes.
" I-I know that you're confused," she said.
"I think you're the one who's confused," he told her. "I think you need to..."
Jenny's hand rose between them again, and touched Angel's lips.
"She wants you to taste her," Jenny said. "Not just here...." Her fingers drew Buffy's hair aside and stroked her neck. "...but here, too. She wants you so much. Think of the joy you'll give her. Think of the peace. And you'll never have to see us again."
Angel shook his head. He felt his fingers tugging at his hair as if he could comb answers from it. Buffy looked up at him, her eyes red with tears.
"Angel? How can I help you?"
"Leave me alone," he whimpered. Then he said it aloud, hoarse with the horrible impact of the words: "Leave me alone!"
She didn't understand. There was no way Buffy could ever understand how dangerous he was for her. There was only one way that Angel could protect her.
"Leave me alone," he said again, and turned and dove through her bedroom window. He hit the ground running not for his life but for hers, for all the beauty and innocence and joy that he'd destroyed. He ran eastwards, towards the only safety he could offer the woman he loved.
The End