Part One

FEEDBACK: Please? SUMMARY: Buffy meets up with an old love....And finds a new love... RATING: NC17, with speculations for the Angel show, but that's it. DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. I really could use Angel right now, though! Um...yeah...to...paint my house! NOTES: Thanks to Mel and Jules for letting me drive them crazy for the past two days asking stupid questions and making them read this over and over and telling me which idea they liked best. I fear me. *** Buffy sighed as she searched the crowd for Cordelia from her seat in the dim LA club. Her friend had dragged her to it, insisting that a night of fun was exactly what she'd needed. However, as soon as they'd arrived, Cordelia had hopped up and left to dance, with a promise she'd only be gone for a few minutes. That was an hour ago. Buffy weighed her options. She was completely unfamiliar with that part of town; there was no way she could walk home...besides it was too far. Checking her wallet, she saw that she'd have just enough to take a cab home, because if she called her dad to pick her up he would so not be happy. Then again, she really didn't like the idea of just leaving Cordelia, especially since they'd made plans for a sleepover at Cordelia's new apartment. Maybe Cordelia had lost track of time and didn't realize she'd left Buffy all alone for an entire hour. She stood up, intent on scouring the club until she could find her friend, when she heard Cordelia calling her name. *** Angel walked slowly up to the club, wondering why on Earth Cordelia had insisted that he come here so she could give him some information that she claimed was so valuable. "There you are! It's about time, you were supposed to be here fortyfive minutes ago!" Cordelia berated him as she stood by the entrance. "Sorry, but I don't usually take any of your cries of emergency too seriously anymore." Angel replied, wholly unapologetic. "Oh, and when have I said that it was an emergency when it wasn't?" "Like that time last month when I had to drive you home from the mall." Angel replied coolly. Cordelia gasped. "That was an emergency! My car wouldn't start and there was no way in Hell I was walking home."

Angel rolled his eyes. "But this is extrememly important. There is a person here who you need to see and they need to see you. Badly." Cordelia swore. "Why?" "Well...let's just say that seeing...this person would help you and them! Would you just give it a few minutes?" Angel sighed. "Well, I guess since I did come all the way over here." Grinning triumphantly, Cordelia grabbed his hand and dragged him inside, hardly giving him a chance to give the bouncer his money to get in. She tugged him to the table she'd left Buffy at, praying the blonde hadn't all of a sudden come out of mope mode and started flirting with some guy or something. She was relieved to see Buffy was still alone, but as they approached the table, she got up, as if to leave. "Buffy! Stay right there!" Cordelia screamed. Hearing what she was shouting and seeing whom he was supposed to meet, Angel tried to pull away. Cordelia held him in her grip. "Don't even think about it, Angel!" Angel knew he could easily overpower the girl, but he didn't want Buffy to think he hated seeing her...and he did indeed want to see her...So he didn't fight hard. Buffy looked at him with shock etched across her face. Obviously she hadn't known he was coming either. "Okay...well I'll leave you two kids alone. Angel has a car, Buffy, so he can give you a ride back to my place." Cordelia smiled as she started to walk away. Both Buffy and Angel gave her looks of protest, but she cut them off by holding her hand in the air. When they both gave up, she turned and left the club. She knew they still couldn't be with each other...but ever since they'd broken up they'd both been extremely mopey. All that brooding was enough to drive a girl crazy! *** Quietly, Buffy and Angel sat at the table. Neither was exactly sure of what to do or say. "I've missed you." Buffy told him softly. "I missed you too...much more than I'd like." "I know what you mean." Buffy replied. "There are some mornings that I don't think I can get up because I know I'll never get to hug you or kiss you or maybe even see you again."

"Buffy please." He begged her not to torture him any longer...the thought of causing her pain tore him up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." "I know." They sat in silence once again. "The other day I walked by this antique store...in the window they had a book on display...it reminded me of that book you gave me for my birthday...and how I lost it when those vampires attacked me and you spent an entire night out there searching for it. I cried when you brought it to me, you were so sweet." Buffy told him with a smile. Angel nodded, with his own smile. "I remember. When you had told me that you lost it...you looked so sad, and I felt so horrible when I saw how bruised you were. I felt so guilty that I hadn't insisted on walking you home. I would have done anything to bring a smile to your face. Buffy felt her heart warm hearing his soft words, words that seemed so perfect, so melodious. His words told her heart what she wanted to hear before she even knew that was what she wanted to hear. They talked for hours, forgetting that an outside world even existed. Seeing that the club was closing up for the night, the couple got up. "I'll take you to Cordelia's." Angel told her, taking her hand and leading her out to his car. *** "Dammit! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Cordelia shouted, kicking the side of her car repeatedly. It was two o'clock in the morning and she was stuck in a grocery store parking lot. She had just stopped to pick some stuff up for breakfast the next morning when her car wouldn't start when she got out. With a whine, she turned back towards the store to use the pay phone. Hopefully her friend Sophie would be home and willing to give her a ride. *** Buffy pounded on the door again. "Where could she be? She knew what time they closed, and she knew I didn't have a key!" "You don't think she'd purposely lock you out so that you'd...come back home with me...would she?" "No, never...that would be wrong." "Very, very wrong." "She probably did." "I know."

"What should I do?" "Come home with me. We can control ourselves." He smiled. "Of course." Buffy agreed. "Should we leave her a note?" *** "Thanks Sophie." Cordelia said as she climbed out of her friend's car. As she walked into the apartment building, she fished her keys out of her purse and remembered Buffy didn't have a key! A glance at her watch showed her it was nearly three and the club closed at one-thirty, which meant poor Buffy had been waiting for an hour and a half. Well, hopefully Angel didn't just drop her off so she'd had some company. She rushed up to her apartment and found a piece of paper half under the door. Picking it up, she found Buffy's handwriting letting her know that she'd be staying the night at Angel's since Cordelia wasn't there when they had been. As she walked in and locked the door behind her, Cordelia said casually "Let's just hope they keep their clothes on." *** Angel came out of his bedroom after changing into a sweater and pants with a silk shirt in his hand. "I thought you'd like something else to sleep in..that dress seems kind of...binding." Buffy smiled and took the shirt from him. "Thank you. I'm gonna use your restroom and change." "Okay." Angel replied, nodding as she turned and went into the bathroom. When she emerged a moment later, Angel told her "I was thinking you'd take the bedroom and I could stay here." "No, you take the bed. I'm already putting you out by staying here. And anyway, in the daytime I'll be moving all over...I'd hate to wake you." "I'll be fine. And I don't need to sleep all day. I'm usually awake for a good part of the day, I sunproofed the entire apartment, so I'm fine." Buffy smiled sadly. "And then we could talk more." "Yeah." Angel nodded, wishing life wasn't such a bitch. Try as she might, Buffy couldn't stop a tear from slipping out of her eye and trickling down her face. "Oh Buffy" Angel cried, pulling her into his arms. She clung to him desperately, sobbing her heart out. He held her for several moments, doing everything he could to comfort her. He moved them to the couch so that they could sit down. Neither was sure how started it, but they began to kiss deeply and

lovingly. Angel's hands were entangled in her hair as he pulled her face closer to his. They broke their lips apart when she pulled his sweater over his head. Neither of them were thinking about spells or souls, just each other...and the way they made each other feel. Angel carried her, bridegroom style, to the bedroom, and laid her carefully on the bed. He sat on the bed, stopped and pulled his pants down and she sat up and started unbuttoning the shirt he'd lent her. Returning to his love, he pulled the shirt from her shoulders, letting it puddle around her on the bed. He gently pushed her back on the bed kissing her at the same time. He pulled away and looked down at her, amazed at her beauty. Her long blonde hair lay on the pillow around her head like a halo. Her lips were swollen from their fervent kisses. There was a glow all over her skin from the heat of their passion. And her eyes...her eyes were dark with a look, a hunger, that he had only seen once before. He slowly slid her panties down her legs before moving between her parted thighs. He bent his head down and captured her lips in a deep kiss as he slowly slid himself into her moist heat. Once he'd buried himself inside her to the hilt, he hissed at her tightness and heat. She was perfect, his goddess, and he'd spend the rest of the night worshipping her. *** Buffy groggily opened her eyes, trying to remember where she was. And what the cold soft thing beneath her head was. As she came into focus, she realized she was in Angel's bed, her head on his chest. Lifting her head, she was him smiling down at her. "Hey." She greeted. "Hello Lover." Angelus replied.

Part Two
Buffy looked at him in disbelief. "Angel?" Angelus shook his head. "Guess again." Buffy sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Oh God, I can't believe I was so stupid." "You weren't stupid at all...you freed me baby...and I'd like to thank you." Angelus told her as he sat up and pulled a stunned Buffy to him,

placing soft kisses on the side of her neck. "No!" Buffy screamed, pulling away. She jumped from the bed and, feeling an irrational urge to cover herself from his eyes, grabbed Angel's discarded silk shirt and threw it on. Angelus smiled seductively and walked over to her, unashamed of his nudity. "Where you going?" "As far away from you as I can get!" Buffy shouted. "Scared?" he purred. "No." Buffy lied. "I could kick your ass if I wanted...I just don't want to." "I know. Adn that is what scares you. You want me....I want you...just admit it and your life will be a lot easier Baby. That way we can have more fun." He kissed her softly on the lips on the lips, sending a shock of electricity right down to her toes. She let him deepen the kiss, holding her tight against him as he ground his lower body to hers and showed her his arousal...how much he wanted to make love to her again. All of a sudden a little voice in the back of her mind screamed that this was wrong. That she had to stop. She cursed the voice for letting her go too far the previous night only to annoy her now. Nevertheless, she pulled away. "You don't have a soul!" "Obviously!" Angelus replied, rolling his eyes. "Well, I'm a slayer!" "So." "You're a vampire!" Angelus couldn't help but laugh. "You've fucked a vampire twice and now all of a sudden that's a bad thing?" "Well, I have standards...and one of those standards is a soul!" "How can you say that?" Angelus asked, appearing offended. "You've never even tried it! You know what they say, 'Once you have soul lack, you never go back!'" Buffy stared incredulously at him for a moment. Angelus was making corny jokes? Begging her to sleep with him? The entire world must have gone mad! Shaking her head at the insanity of the situation, she walked into the bathroom and grabbed her dress. She quickly threw it on, gave up on her underwear and slipped on her shoes. She turned around to find Angelus smirking at her from the doorway. "I get it....You want to play hard to get, keep me begging for more. Don't worry Lover, I could have you fifty times a day and still starve for you...but I'll play."

Buffy pushed her way past him determined to ignore him....Or at least pretend she was ignoring him. "I'll see you tonight baby!" Angelus called after her as she left the apartment. *** A pounding at the door awakened Cordelia. Glancing at her bedside clock, she saw it was just barely ten in the morning. Cursing the day whoever it was that was relentlessly banging on her door was born, she got out of bed and grabbed her brush. When she'd decided she looked 'decent' she opened the door only to find a trashed looking Buffy. "What happened to you?" "Uh...long story.." "Well, now that I'm awake I have a long time to hear it. Why do you look so wigged? Did you run over here from Angel's apartment?" Cordelia asked as she shut the door behind Buffy. "Yeah, well he only lives a block away. And, yeah, I'm wigged. Okay...well, you weren't here last night...one thing led to another...and Angel and I slept together." "Jeez! Can't you keep your legs closed? I mean I know he's a hottie, but it's a really really bad idea to sleep with him. Is he still in possession of a soul?" Buffy shook her head, her eyes filled with tears of guilt. "Uh oh." Cordelia replied, sitting on the couch. "I don't suppose you staked him." Buffy shook her head again. "That's not all....he's acting really weird...he's acting like....He still wants me." "Do you think he's pretending he wants you just so he can trick you and kill you?" "I don't know...but I don't think so. I mean, he could have killed me, I was in bed with him and sleeping." "Yeah, but he used to sneak into your room before and draw pictures of you sleeping and he could have killed you but he didn't." "I know. Buffy sighed. "Then again he did that to torment me, but his morning he was...really nice. I mean, if I hand't known he was a soulless demon I'd have....Liked it." *** The girls agreed to go find Whistler as soon as the sun set, then Buffy went and showered. They tried to keep their minds busy with shopping all day, but Angelus was always in the back of Buffy's mind, as he

always had been. That night, they searched all the usual places Cordelia could find him, but to no avail. Sighing in defeat, Cordelia told the slayer that he must be on one of his frequent trips out towns. She drove Buffy back home and dropped her off, both girls more than a little on edge. Buffy felt like Angelus had been there all night, seeing him out of the corner of her eye only to turn and see no one. She wasn't sure whether he really was stalking her or if it was just a product of her overactive imagination, but it bothered her nonetheless. Cordelia rushed up to her apartment, wondering why it bothered her a lot more now than it had a year and a half earlier that Angelus knew exactly where she lived. Maybe because they were closer now....or maybe because she lived alone. Once she had her door closed and locked, she breathed a sigh of relief. She flipped on the lights... and screamed. Angelus chuckled at the sight of the former beauty queen panting for air, her hand held against her chest and her keys flying to the floor in her shock. "Surprise!" "That was so rude!" Was all Cordelia could think to reply. Angelus shrugged and stood from his seat on her couch. "If I had knocked you would have let me in?" "Yeah, right after I purposely pulled out my two front teeth with pliers to be fashionable!" "That's what I thought." Angelus replied. "Oh, by the way, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you." "Oh right...you just came over to watch TV, maybe rent a video, right?" Cordelia said sarcastically. "Seriously, I'm not going to kill you. I think as fun as it might be, I can't kill any of Buffy's friends. I can't risk pissing her off." "You can't?" "No...I....want her, Cordelia." "Okay, color me confused." "YOU?!" You're confused?! At least you aren't having all these...thoughts and...feelings.." He cringed, "I swear, not only did I lose my soul, I lost my mind! I think I'm in love with the damn slayer!" "Okay, let's say I believe you...you came here because...?" "You have to help me get her to love me too!" He pleaded.

Cordelia raised an eyebrow....this was rather interesting. *** Over the next week, Cordelia either met with Angelus or called him every night. She found it amazing that the vampire wanted every detail of every conversation she'd had with Buffy, no matter how unimportant. She'd try to find out what the blonde was doing every night without seeming too obvious so that she could tell Angelus where to find her. She almost felt bad about sneaking behind her friend's back. Almost. After all, whether she admitted it or not, Buffy was jonesing for Angelus in the major way. Two weeks after Buffy and Angel had first met there, Cordelia dragged Buffy to the club again, with the knowledge that Angelus would show up as soon as the sun set. Tonight was the night he'd make his move.

Part Three
"I'm thirsty, are you thirsty?" Cordelia asked as soon as they'd picked a table. Buffy shrugged. "A little." "I'm going to go get a drink, want anything?" "Uh...a diet coke would be nice." "You got it!" Cordelia grinned. Buffy raised an eyebrow. Cordelia was acting weird. Something was up. And a few moments later when Angelus brought her the diet coke, she knew exactly what was up. "Hello Lover, long time no see." He greeted, sliding into the booth next to her. "I've missed you something terrible." Buffy glared at him. "Where is Cordy?" "Dancing or something. She sent your diet coke with me, though." "Did you do something to her?" "No! I swear I didn't harm a hair on her head. I won't hurt any of your friends. Hell, I haven't killed anyone since I lost my soul, just so I

wouldn't make you mad at me!" "You expect me to believe this crap?!" "It's the truth! Ask Cordelia, she and I have been talking every day because she's trying to help me get you to understand....I need you Buffy." For a moment, she softened. Oh how she yearned to believe him! But she couldn't let him trick her, he'd only break her heart. "We'll go find her and ask her." Angelus suggested. Buffy nodded and let him pull her out of the booth. He led them towards the dance floor, but at the last minute pulled her into a darkened hallway. "I saw her go in here." "You're lying! Why would she go in here?" Buffy argued, but nonetheless allowed him to pull her into a small office. And found herself alone with a very horny vampire that she had the hardest time resisting. "T-t-this is a bad idea!" She exclaimed as he stalked towards her. He cut off any further protest by wrapping his hands in her hair and smashing his lips to hers. She immediately reciprocated, opening her mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue in. He moved forward, dragging her backwards until they hit the desk. He broke their kiss for a moment so he could push everything off the desk. Seeing anticipation in her eyes, he pushed her gently down onto the desk. She was so overcome by passion; she couldn't find the will to even feign protest. Looking her in the eye, he slipped his hands beneath her skirt and slid her panties down her legs, casually slipping them into his pocket so they could be added to the collection he'd started since their last liaison. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he pulled her by the hips until his mouth was at her dripping center. He ran his tongue over her slit, then slipped it in between her lips. She gasped as she felt his cool tongue exploring her fiery depths. He slipped her nubbin into his mouth, gently nipping it until she screamed as she came. "Oh Angelus! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" She begged. He grinned, hearing those words in reality after fantasizing that entire week was like a sweet symphony. He stood and unbuckled his leather pants, yanking them to his knees. Lifting her hips, he entered her in one fierce thrust. She pulled his head down to hers, kissing him fiercely and wrapping

her legs around his upper body. He pounded into her at a fast and furious pace. She kept sliding her legs up his back, trying to give him room to slide even deepr inside her. He helped her pushing up on the backs of her thighs until her legs were as high as they could go. They came together, calling each other's names. Angelus released her thighs and collapsed on top of her. They lay there on the desk, getting their bearings, before they sat up. "Oh! Ouch ouch ouch!" Buffy complained, clutching her thigh. "What?" Angelus asked, concerned. "I pulled a muscle." "Oh." "I guess you never do that, huh?" Angelus smiled and shook his head. "Want me to massage it?" He asked, a dangerous look in his eyes. Buffy shook her head rapidly hopping off the desk and straightening her dress. "Where are my panties?" Angel shrugged his shoulders innocently. Buffy headed for the door, limping from her strained muscles. "Where are you going?" "Home." "Okay...I'll drive you." "That's okay, I'll get Cordy to." "But I want to drive you." He said, hating how pitiful he sounded. "No, no, no....what happened was bad. Very bad. And will never ever happen again!" Angelus sighed, annoyed by how stubborn she was. *** Cordelia couldn't help but laugh as she saw Buffy hobble towards her, in an obvious state of disarray. "Take me home now. Please?" Buffy pleaded. Cordelia sighed. "Why can't your boyfriend?" "I have no boyfriend Cordy!" "Fine, fine, let's go." Cordelia agreed completely on getting to the bottom of this on the car ride to Buffy's dad's.

Part Four
Buffy was confused, which only served to really confuse Cordelia and Angelus. She claimed she didn't want Angelus...even though she'd willingly screwed him on top of some poor person's desk, and she continuously told Cordelia her schedule, fully knowing the brunette would turn around and tell Angelus. It was a week after the last time she'd seen him. She'd felt his presence almost every night...but he hadn't let her see him. She reflected back on that night a week ago in the office and a week before then in his apartment. She realized that it had been a mere two weeks since Angelus had reemerged...if felt like so much longer. Then again, if Giles knew that Angelus had been back for two weeks and she hadn't called him, he'd totally freak. Giles.... She reminded herself. He was a great reason why she and Angelus could never happen! All of a sudden, an arm shot out of an alley that she'd been passing. Gasping, she found herself face to face with Angelus. "Miss me?" Buffy melted in his heated gaze. She allowed him to kiss her once more, even though she knew she'd never be able to resist his advances after that. He lifted her and sat her down on a crate that was up against a wall. Yanking her tight pants and underwear down her legs, he moved a hand to her throbbing center. Pleased to find she was already wet and ready for him, he released himself from his own pants and slid deeply inside her. They moved swiftly, their bodies crashing together violently. Their mouths were fused together so they swallowed each other's cries of pleasure. As soon as they came, Buffy got that panic-stricken look on her face. "Oh no...did it again. Bad, Buffy, bad." "Oh no, great, Buffy, you were great!" Buffy pushed him away from her, hopped off the crate and yanked her pants and underwear back up. "I so need to stop doing this!" "I agree!" Angel replied, pulling his pants back up. "You do?" "Yes...oh not about the screwing me part...I live...or whatever I do...for that...but you need to stop having an anxiety attack after every time we make love."

"This is not making love!" She argued as she marched out of the alley and towards her home. Angelus started following her. "Yes it is!" "No, it's not. We don't love each other. It's sex. Meaningless, evil sex." "Liar." "I'm not lying!" "Yes you are. I love you and you love me and you know it!" "No, I love Angel! And every time I sleep with you I cheat on him!" Angelus felt his heart break in two. He did indeed love her and hated the fact that she felt such guilt about their relationship...and he also felt jealous. He wanted her to look at him with love and adoration written clearly across her face the way she had with Angel....As it was she could hardly look at him now. "Just do me a favor and give it up!" She pleaded, before leaving him on the sidewalk and walking up to a house. "Is this where you live?" "Yes! Now will you leave?" He watched sadly as she withdrew a key and opened the door. He noticed she paused on her way in. Turning around to face him, she asked "Would you like to come in?" *** Angelus walked nervously around the spacious ranch style home, remembering it vaguely from the time Angel had watched Buffy, right after she'd been called. He found they'd ended up in the kitchen, but opted against complaining that it wasn't the bedroom. This was a huge step and he should just be grateful that she'd allowed him in. "I am so torn." Buffy finally said. "I want you...so much. I love you. Not just Angel....I love Angelus too. But it's so wrong. Giles had a hard enough time when I was with Angel....But you...he'll never accept that. And I do feel like I am betraying Angel by being with you." He gently stroked the side of her face. "Maybe you should put Buffy first for once." She smiled at him. "Make love to me?" He nodded, then allowed her to lead him to her bedroom. Giving him a shy look, she pulled her top over her head, revealing her braless breasts. Angel followed her lead, stripping himself of his own clothes until they were both nude. Buffy laid on her bed and held her arms out, telling him to come to her.

He happily complied, moving on top of her, careful not to rest all his weight on her small frame. He entered her slowly, making every stroke so deliberate it was torturous. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. "I love you, I really wish I didn't, but I do." She chuckled. "You and me both!" He laughed as well. "What do you think it does for my rep to be completely in love with the slayer?" Soon their pleasure grew too great for anything other than moans and gasps. *** Buffy awoke at four in the morning to see Angelus' nude form looking out her window. "What's up?" She asked softly. He turned and smiled at her. "The sun is coming up soon. I don't imagine your father would appreciate my being here all day...although I don't think I ever heard him come home." Buffy shook her head. "He didn't. He had to go on a business trip and won't be back until the day after tomorrow...oh, well I guess he'll be back tomorrow acutally." "So we have a full day and night before he gets home?" Angelus grinned. Buffy smiled. "That's exactly right." "Might as well take advantage of a situation like that!" Angelus deadpanned, moving back to his lover's arms. *** Buffy hardly left her bed for the entire day. Angelus sapped all her energy. Whenever they were both awake they'd make love, then slip back into unconsciousness. Buffy had to wonder if she'd even walk normally again. "Wake up sleepyhead." She opened her eyes with a smile on her face. seeing her lover gazing tenderly down at her. "It's dark out now." He told her, bending down to kiss her. "Want to go swimming?" "Swimming?" "We've never fucked in water." "Is it fun?" "Very." He grinned.

*** Buffy was extremely grateful to whomever had built the wall around her backyard high enough that her neighbors couldn't see she and her boyfriend were frolicking around her backyard, nude. Angelus hadn't been lying. She had one of the most intense orgasms in her short sexual life in the pool...and in the hot tub...and in the gazebo...and on her living room couch..... As much fun as they'd had, it still didn't seem nearly enough when Angelus had to kiss her goodbye in the middle of the night so he could get home before daybreak. Her father would probably be home before dark, so he couldn't spend the day there again. *** The next few weeks flew by. Angelus and Buffy saw each other every night, even if they just talked. Buffy was amazed to see how much they had in common. One night, Hank announced he wanted to take Buffy out for a special dinner. She'd called Angelus to let him know, but he was still disappointed, and terribly lonely without her. When she'd gotten home from the restaurant with her dad, Buffy saw Angelus half in the shadows and smiled. She was all of a sudden very tired, and decided to turn in early that night. As soon as her light went out, Angelus climbed in her open bedroom window. He was happy to find his lover nude beneath the blankets. He quickly striped off his own clothes and joined her in the bed. For a long while they lay there, whispering words of how they'd missed each other and loved each other, while stroking each other's most private parts. Even after he'd entered her, he lay half on top of her, not moving, just kissing her tenderly and speaking softly with her. Eventually the need for release got to be too much. He started moving in and out of her, grunting and groaning as he went. Buffy thrust her hips up to meet his own, their bodies working together, increasing the pleasure. As they both fell over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy, they remembered not to be too loud, so as to alert Hank to Angelus' presence. Unfortunately, when Angelus made a crack about her father stealing her away for the night, Buffy forgot not to laugh loud. "Buffy who are you....AAAAHHHHH!" Hank screamed as he entered his daughter's room and found her in her bed, nude, with an equally nude man!

Part Five
Buffy gasped, seeing her father standing in the doorway in shock. All she could think to do was make sure the sheets covered her. Angelus lay next to her, not sure of what to do next either. He wanted to kill the man, he looked like he was going to be pissed, and anyway, with him dead he could have Buffy to himself. "Get dressed!" He screamed at Buffy. Buffy moved to get out of the bed, then whimpered, remembering she was naked. Hank grabbed her bathrobe from a hook on her door and tossed it to her, turning his back to her so she could get out of bed and pull it on. Angelus used the time to quickly yank his leather pants back on. "Buffy, I want you to go wait in the living room for me." Hank practically growled. Buffy shook her head. "I'm not leaving you two alone." "I am your father, you listen to me!" He yelled. Angelus nodded to her, telling her it was okay to go, but she stood still. She couldn't leave them alone. What if Daddy hurt Angelus? What if Angelus killed Daddy? "This concerns me so I need to stay." She told them firmly. "Fine." Her father replied, seething with anger. "You are disgusting...vile....Taking advantage of a young girl! How old are you?! 25?! She's a baby!" "I"m 18, Dad, legally old enough to do whatever I want with him. And he didn't take advantage of me, we love each other!" Buffy defended her boyfriend, who didn't speak because he knew he'd end up snapping and killing the man. "Oh, Honey...sometimes men say things that they don't mean to get what they want. He's using you sweetheart." Hank replied, feeling so bad for his poor innocent little girl. "This isn't like that!" Buffy argued, begging him to believe her. Seeing his daughter like that made him furious. His baby girl had been sucked in by this man's lies and less than honorable intentions. He'd convinced her that she was in love with him and he in love with her, for his own selfish desires. "I want you out of my house! I never want to see you near here again.

And don't you come near Buffy, or you will regret it!" Angelus shook his head. "I can stay away from the house...but not her. I love her, I can't bear to live without her." Hank shook his head in disgust. "You're a real piece of work, but I am not an innocent young girl, I don't buy all your pretty words of love, something you probably know nothing about! Leave, leave before I call the police!" Angelus knew that if he didn't leave, he'd probably end up killing Hank, so he resignedly threw on his shirt and boots before walking towards the door. At the last minute, he grabbed Buffy and yanked her up against him, the sad look on her face too much to bear. Kissing her furiously, he poured all his love, all his emotions, and all his intentions into it. He released her and left the room, with an enraged Hank and a breathless Buffy behind. *** Buffy stared out the living room window. It was the end of one of the longest weekends in her life. She missed Angelus terribly. Her father had kept a close eye on her all day Saturday, at least he seemed a bit more relaxed today. She still wasn't allowed to leave the house, but she could be alone in a room. Sighing sadly, her heart ached. She had no idea when she'd see Angelus again. If her father was breathing down her neck all weekend every weekend, she couldn't see him then, and during the week, Cordelia had a job as a receptionist for a detective agency, so she couldn't come get Buffy while her father was at work. And Angelus lived too far away to walk to. Early that morning, Buffy had been able to sneak a phone call to her friend, giving her a message to tell Angelus that she missed him. Cordelia had promised to tell him, and to try and work out a plan to get the two lovers time together. Buffy didn't even care if it was just a few moments. She just wanted to hug and kiss him more than anything in the world. She felt like an addict and he was her drug. "You don't have any plans for tomorrow, do you?" Hank asked his daughter as he came into the living room. "I thought I was grounded." Buffy replied coldly, not looking away from the window. "Of course not, you're eighteen." Buffy turned and looked at him with anger in her eyes. "Exactly. I'm a legal adult, capable of making decisions like who my boyfriend is."

"Now, Honey, I told you. Angelus is only after one thing from you. He knows all the right words to say all the right things to do to get that from you. And you're just a young girl; you don't always know how to defend yourself against these kinds of men. That's a father's job." Buffy shook her head and looked back out the window. "Just make sure you are ready to go out tomorrow at nine." "What for?" She asked dully. Hank was about to tell her, when he thought better of it. The truth would only upset her. "It's a surprise." *** "He what?!" Cordelia exclaimed as she and Buffy sat down in the movie theater Friday night. "He dragged me to the doctor Monday morning and made me take a pregnancy test!" Cordelia laughed. "Why did he do that? Oh.....he doesn't know Angelus can't have kids. But if he could....would they even be able to tell?" "Well...I got my period Saturday, and I tried to tell my father...you know, without coming out and saying it...but he wouldn't listen. I think he thought I was lying. It was so embarrassing." Buffy replied putting her head in her hands as she mentally relived the moment. "Sounds like it! Are they putting you on the pill or something? That's what they usually try to do in situations like this." Buffy shook her head. "My dad insisted on coming in with me for the results. And then when the doctor suggested I get some protection, Dad freaked out. He kept saying that I was his daughter and he would make sure I didn't do anything to get pregnant anytime soon. The doctor was amused, I could tell. Besides, I'm telling everyone Angelus had a vasectomy, so he is sterile." "That must have been one of the most embarrassing things that has ever happened to you." "Pretty much. At least now that he knows I'm not pregnant and after a week of babysitting, I am allowed out. Speaking of, don't let me forget my ticket stub. I need proof I went to the movies with you and Ryan." Buffy told her. She normally wouldn't want to be the third wheel on a date, but Cordelia had asked Buffy had been bored out of her mind, and her father had agreed. Looking towards the doors at the back of the theater, Cordelia smiled. "Oh good! He made it!" "Who made it?" Buffy asked absently, looking for her pack of gum in

her purse. "Well, you didn't think I wouldn't tell Angelus you'd be going to the movies with me, did you?" Buffy's head shot around to see Angelus walking non-chalantly down the aisle towards them. "I didn't want to tell you until he got here, just in case he couldn't make it, I didn't want you to be disappointed." Cordelia explained. Angelus reached their aisle, smiled gratefully at Cordelia as he scooted past her down the aisle to take the seat next to Buffy. The blonde hugged him fiercely as soon as he sat down. "Oh, I missed you so much!" They were soon completely engrossed in each other, kissing and whispering how hard the week had been without one another. Cordelia decided to take preventative measures. She leaned over and told them. "Please keep the making out to a minimum until the lights go down. And no sex in the theater, it's illegal and I so don't want to get kicked out of here. Plus, Buffy has to provide her father with a written summary of the movie." Soon Ryan came back with the drinks and snacks and sat on the other side of Cordelia, keeping her distracted from the reunited lovers. *** Luckily, the movie was as predictable as possible, so it would be easy for Buffy to give her father a decent summary of it, despite the fact that she spent most of the film making out with Angelus. After it let out, they still had an hour and a half until Buffy had to be home. They'd told Hank that they'd have some coffee and dessert and then Cordelia would bring his daugher home, and they fully intended to keep that promise. Of course, the coffee and dessert just happened to be in Cordelia's apartment. Ryan, who had met the girls at the theater, kissed Cordelia good-bye at the theater, then made his way to his own home. Cordelia drove home alone, leaving Buffy and Angelus to get to her place in his car. She was well aware that it would probably be the longest car ride to her house in history, and they didn't let her down. *** Buffy had her hand down Angelus' pants and her mouth on his neck. Angelus decided to pull over so he wouldn't get her killed in a car wreck. The Mercedes Sedan might be the safest car in the world, but it hadn't faced the wrath of a horny Buffy in those tests.

When Angelus found them on a dark street that didn't get a lot of traffic, he pulled over. When he turned off the car engine, Buffy noticed what he'd done and chuckled, then crawled into the backseat of the car. As Angelus followed, she quickly pulled her panties off and lay on her back with her arms stretched invitingly. Yanking his pants to his knees, he wrapped her legs around his waist and slid into her fiery depths. They both gasped at the sensation of finally being whole again. Angelus soon began moving in and out of the place only he had been. As he thrust deep inside her he placed soft kisses along her neck. Buffy bucked up against him, desperate for release. He moved his hand between them and stroked her tender nubbin, giving her what she craved. As her vaginal walls clenched around him, he emptied himself inside her, then lay half on top of her in the backseat of the car, their bodies entwined. Reluctantly, the two separated, fixed their clothing, and headed to Cordelia's. Cordelia just shook her head and smiled as she saw them come in, hand in hand. "You didn't really want me to fix you anything, did you?" She asked. At the couple's shaking heads, she smiled, happy she didn't have to get up in the middle of her TV show. In a casual voice she added. "The guest bedroom has fresh sheets." When the two rushed in and shut the door she shook her head. "I feel like such a pimp! Of course, without the money!" *** Much too soon, it was time for Buffy to leave. She and Angelus just couldn't seem to be able to break apart. Finally, Cordelia pulled Buffy away. As the two girls walked down to Cordelia's car, the brunette felt so bad for her friend, she seemed so sad. "Don't worry, Buffy. You'll see him again soon, I'm sure." Cordelia reassured here as they headed to Buffy's. "Hey, have you talked to Angelus about when you go back to Sunnydale this fall?" Buffy shook her head. "Oh God...do you think that he and I will break up at the end of the summer?" "No way! I'm thinking he'll follow you back there." Buffy smiled dreamily. "That'd be nice." "Yeah, until everyone else finds out you and AngelUS are together. Then expect them to wig." Buffy bit her lip. "Good point."

Part Six
It was a hot day in August, when Hank decided to drag Buffy with him to work. She'd regained some trust with him, but he still only let her go out one or two nights a week with Cordelia after the girls gave him their specific plans so he could be sure she wouldn't be off with Angelus...Which, of course, she always was. The two had grown to cherish whatever time they could have together. Not only did they meet those few nights when Buffy would go out with Cordelia, but also they'd often talk on the phone, just before sunrise, when Buffy was sure her father was sleeping. Then one night Hank came home and told Buffy that he'd have to work very late. He would be home at ten o'clock at the earliest. When Buffy had first heard this, she'd had to order herself not to grin broadly. She and Angelus could have a few hours to themselves. Until her father added that she was going to go with him to work that day, so that he could keep an eye on her that night. So there she sat, bored out of her mind. He'd tried to show her what being a statistician was all about, but he soon lost her. She had actually surfed the Internet for a while....Willow would have been proud. Then she'd looked in every vending machine on the floor that Hank's office was located on before picking a candy bar. She wandered around, hoping that there'd be some feakishly cool adult that had nothing better to do than hang out with her. Hey, if they worked for her dad she might get them ordered to take her to the mall or something. After spending the entire day exploring the building from that one floor-since her father forbid her to leave the floor-she was pretty sure you could die from boredom. The fact that she sat in the old lady, who served as Hank's secretary, Miss Perkins' chair, spinning as fast as she could, only served to prove that point. Buffy stood, hoping to be so dizzy that she'd collapse and fall asleep, but no such luck. She soon regained her balance and began wandering for the 50th time that day, looking for anything to entertain her. And then she found the paper room. A room filed with machines that

cut, collated, copied, or faxed paper. Cabinets full of thin paper, thick paper, white paper, green paper. To an incredibly bored teenager, it was Disneyland. *** Angelus walked cautiously down the hall of the building amazed that it had been so easy to figure out which floor Hank's office was located. Now all he had to do was find Buffy without letting Hank see him. He saw that a door was ajar a few inches so he peered inside...and saw Buffy sitting on a Xerox machine....with her panties around her ankles. "Buffy?" Buffy gasped, startled that someone caught her. Looking up she saw Angelus creep carefully in the room, shutting the door behind him. "Angelus!" "Baby...what are you doing?" "Um...xeroxing my ass." "Why?" "Nothing better to do." Buffy answered with a smile as she hopped off the machine and pulled her panties up. "I think I can think of something to keep you busy." "Oh really?" She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. "How many people are here?" He asked. "Um....Daddy and a few people who work for him are helping with...ugh, whatever the fuck he does." "So...we're practically alone?" Buffy nodded, knowing she shouldn't agree to this...it was just asking for trouble....But she missed him so much! She led him to a big conference room, then hopped onto the table, sliding her panties back down her legs and smiling invitingly at Angelus. As usual, he couldn't resist her. He walked over to her and kissed her deeply as her arms encircled his neck before moving down to his waist and undoing his pants. She reached inside and stroked his aroused member. "Angelus...I need you inside me NOW!" She ordered. He pushed her down, so that she lay on her back on the table. Grabbing her hips, he slid her expertly onto him. He began to thrust savagely into her, with an almost painful need for release. Buffy began

to buck her hips up, starving for any and all contact she could come into with him. They came together, Buffy's tight muscles clenching around him as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Once they calmed down, they fixed their clothing, and then Angelus sat in one of the cushioned chairs that were sitting around the table. Buffy flopped down into his lap. "What are we going to do? This sneaking around, only seeing you so I can have sex with you is killing me. I want to be with you Buffy." "I know...I feel the same way. I keep hoping my dad will lighten up...but he never seems to. And...I'll be going back to Sunnydale in three weeks." Angelus smiled. "So in three weeks we'll be free to spend as much time together as we like." "You mean...you're going to Sunnydale too?" Buffy asked hopefully. "Of course." Ecstatic, Buffy squealed and kissed her beloved fiercely. *** Hank looked around th eoffices after saying goodnight to his employees. Where had Buffy gone? It was only nine at night and he'd already finished, hurrying so she could get out of there, since she was so obviously bored. He checked the paper room and found there were several xerox's still sitting in the machine. Picking one up, he raised his eyebrows in shock. "What the Hell? Is that someone's....butt?" Hearing what sounded like a squeal coming from the conference room next door, Hank hurried over. And found his daughter kissing and sitting on the lap of the man he had grown to hate immensely. "Buffy!" He shouted, startling the two lovers. He rused into the room and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her from Angelus. "I should have known you wouldn't just let her alone." "Dad, stop!" Buffy shouted, to no avail. Her father still only saw red when it came to the....Child molester...that sat before him. "I'm going to kill you!" Hank screamed, looking for a weapon. Angelus couldn't help but chuckle. Like that man could kill him. But when Hank picked up a sharp pointd wooden statuette off a shelf, Angelus got nervous. Seeing her father go for Angelus' heart in his blind fury, Buffy

panicked....And picked up a rock paperweight.....and hit Hank over the head with it. Buffy gasped as she saw her father slump to the ground at her feet. "Oh no!" Angelus sighed and checked Hank's pulse. "He's fine, he's just unconscious." "What do we do?" Buffy asked, frenzied. "We'll call 911...then get the Hell out of here....The police wouldn't like the fact that you knocked him out and I don't fancy answering questions all night. Buffy nodded numbly. She could hardly think she was so scared. She trusted Angelus more than anyone, he could decide what they'd do. *** Angelus kept his word, calling 911, then promptly whisking Buffy back to his place. He'd given her a massage to calm her down...and it worked. The sun was rising and the couple was exhausted, after making love repeatedly throughout the night. Right before they drifted off to sleep, Angelus told her in a sleepy voice. "By the way, thanks for saving my unlife." Buffy yawned. "Anytime, baby. Anytime." The End