Title: Check Up, part 1

Author: Sexyshae

Rating-NC-17- later but soon

Summery:  Buffy gets a new gynecologist...guess who!!!!

A/N: This is a challenge by Carol that was posted by Nathalie!!!

Thanks for bringing this to my attention.....fun smutty challenge, hope Carol doesn’t mind me using it!!!!!

 

 

Buffy sat in the waiting area at her doctor’s office, legs crossed tightly, flipping through a magazine.  She couldn’t vouch for the thought of her actually reading the articles because she was far too nervous about today’s appointment.  Her regular gynecologist, Dr. Andressi, had sent her a letter in the mail about a month ago, informing her of her retirement from the entire medical field.  At first, Buffy had balked at the idea of her trusted doctor’s virtual pat on the head and shooing to the next available gynecologist as all out absurd.  Buffy had never trusted any other person in that region of her body save Doctor Andressi, and now she was gone.

‘Prolly on a nice cruise in the Bahama’s,’ vacationing with the hubby.’ She thought ‘While I’m here, stuck, worried about what lady is gonna look up my cooch!’

At the thoughts, she squirmed in her seat, tightening her legs without realization.  She had searched high and low through the doctor directory, looking for a nice feminine name that sounded nice.  She had finally settled on L. Angelus or Dr. Angel, they referred to her as.  She sighed, hoping that Dr. Angel was as nice and comforting as her last.

Upon hearing her name being called, she stood quickly, setting the magazine in her once occupied seat and smoothed her hair back.  Tightening her grip on her purse, she walked through the door the nurse held open and stepped on the scale.

“112 lbs.” The scale read.  The kick boxing classes were actually paying off.  She stepped down as he nurse ushered her into an examining room decorated in pale blues, yellows and pinks, making sure to take notice of all the things along the way to be sure it was sanitary. 

Standing in the middle of the room, she listened as the nurse instructed her to take her cloths off, put on the half gown she was handed and sit back on the examining table.

“You don’t have to lay back or put your feet in the stirrups just yet since I know you haven’t met Dr. Angel before.  You can use the first few minutes to clear up any questions you may have. The doctor will be in here shortly.”  She smiled, before leaving the room.

Sighing, Buffy began the motions of undressing from her skintight Ambercrombie jeans and white halter-top.  As she discarded the clothing, she observed the many utensils that lay visible in the office.  The jar of cotton swabs and the gloves made her shiver.  She hated the doctor’s office.

 Absolutely, positively.

As she took her underwear off and slipped the thin plastic material over her shoulders, she decided she was being a baby.

Come on girl, you can do this.  You’re twenty years old and you need to freaking grow up!  This is the doctor’s office for Pete’s sake!  Not some dungeon for virgin maidens.’

Against the nurses advise, she hopped onto the table and spread her legs, situating her small feet into the cold mettle stirrups.

‘Who in the hell invented this contraption?  Jenna Jameson?’ she mused.

Baring her newly waxed mound to whomever walked in the door, she tried to relax, knowing that this years pap was like all the others she had had since turning eighteen and being put on birth control: PROCEDURE.

Glancing at the poster on the wall, she began reading the Tips on how to practice safer sex.  There was a soft knock at the door and she absently said, “Come in” as she tried to finish the sentence she was reading before greeting her doctor.  At the sharp intake of breath, she snapped her head quickly to the door, only to stare into positively the most beautiful, deep lustful brown eyes she had ever seen. 

In the .5 seconds that she had been staring at him, her mind tried to process the fact that this gorgeous, hunk of beef that was glancing between her bared sex and her blushing face was her doctor.

More importantly, her mind asserted that, this gorgeous man was getting ready to explore her intimate regions and she was already wet.

So, as the waves of lust and embarrassment flushed through her nerve endings, she did the only thing she could do.

She screamed.

Tbc….. feedback makes me write faster!

 

 

Dr. Liam Angelus had been swamped with work.  After examining his many patience, he was looking forward to his last check up of the day so that he could go home and relax.  When he had made the decision in college to become a doctor, more importantly a women’s doctor, he never knew it would be so tiring.  He was a man, for Pete’s sake and he loved his job.  What guy wouldn’t appreciate looking at cunt all day long, especially if the woman were beautiful?  Many of the women he examined were young, mid twenties and of course, attracted to him.  The highlight of his day had been his two o’clock, a Miss Cordelia Chase and her appointment had resulted in her very thorough oral examination of his hard to reach places.  It wasn’t totally uncommon for him to fool around with many of the ladies that flaunted themselves into his office.  He was a player by right, a doctor by choice and there was no reason to go exchanging one for the other when he was perfectly happy with being both.  Sighing, he grabbed his clipboard, reading the name ‘Buffy A. Summers’ and continued his walk down the corridor.

He continued reading her stats and grew interested. 

‘Perhaps a new play bunny?’ he mused. ‘With a name like Buffy, she has to possess some extra special talents I’m sure she’ll be ready to demonstrate.’ He snickered, rounding the corner to knock on the door.  Before knocking, he raised his hand to sift through his hair, making sure the spikes were in their rightful place.  Softly rapping, he hear a soft “come in” before he turned the knob and entered.

Upon making contact with the form in front of him, he inhaled sharply, eyes bulging from his beautiful head.  He had never in his life, lay eyes on anything as beautiful and small as she.  Her eyes flew to his and before he could accurately read the emotions playing there, she let out a high-pitched scream, which startled him out of his revelry.

“What?”  He asked, jumping at the sound of her voice’s pitch.

“You’re a man!” she yelled, quickly lifting her feet from the stirrups and closing her legs.  Angel almost groaned at her prudeness.

“Last time I checked.” He replied. He had been enjoying the nice view and now her legs were closed so tightly he’d probably need a heavy apparatus to pry them back open.  Sighing and calming himself, he ran his hands through his hair again, hoping she didn’t take notice of the bulge in the front of his pants.

‘Holy shit!  How in the hell am I supposed to examine this sweet piece of ass when all I can think of is..’

The pattering of feet and the concerned voices from down the hall interrupted his thoughts.  He turned quickly, possession taking a forceful hold on the awkwardness.

‘There is no way anyone is coming in and seeing this!’ He fumed.  He turned, poking his head out of the office to catch a group of employees rounding the corner.  He noticed Kate and Harmony amongst the bunch and smirked.  He placed a brilliant smile on his face, baring his perfectly straight white teeth, preparing to ward the on comers away.

“Everything is under control.  I walked in a little early and scared my patient.”  He said, noting the crimson blush that covered Kate’s face when he made eye contact with her.  They all paused at the doctor’s assurance and turned on their heels to resume their work.  Angel turned and shut the door, locking it behind him, making sure there were no interruptions.  Figuring that right about now a professional handle would be best, he glanced at her chart and memorized some facts.

“Sorry, if I startled you Ms.Summers, I didn’t mean to.”  He apologized, slowly letting his gaze meet her eyes.  She was nervous and uncomfortable.  Her pliant green eyes told him that much.

“I’m sorry, but could you turn around, I thought I was seeing a woman doctor.  I don’t want a male gynecologist.”  She studdard, hugging her cloths tightly to her body.  Turning around, he gritted his teeth.  There was no way he was losing her to some female carpet muncher doctor, like Lilah, and missing out on getting to know her better, so to speak.

“Listen, Ms. Summers, I know that you may be a little uncomfortable with the situation but I assure you, I’m the best in my field.  I’ll try to make the experience as comfortable as possible and if you would still prefer a woman to me, then I won’t stop you.  After all, your care is what’s important.  However, I’m willing to try if you’re willing to let me.”  He said, hoping that his speech went through to her.  She picked up her panties first, drawing them up her legs, fishing around for her halter.

‘This is the perfect opportunity for you to grow up Summers.  He’s a doctor!  It’s not like he’ll rape you or anything. Well, maybe we could work out the ‘anything’ because you can’t really rape the willing.  She mused to herself.  Pausing, she turned to look at his back and let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding.

“Listen, I’m sorry I overreacted but I’ve seriously never been put in this position before.  It’s kind of scary.”  She admitted.

Oh geez, she must be a freakin prude ass.  But with a body like that, I can’t believe that. Unless…Holy Fuck!  She’s a virgin!  He almost coughed at the realization.

“It’s, um, perfectly understandable.  By the way, I’m Dr. Liam Angelus.  Most call me Dr. Angel.”

“Pleased to meet you.  I’m Buffy Summers, but I’m sure you already knew that.”  She chuckled and to him,  he was hearing the sweetest music.  She was cute.  Very sexy, a massive turn on.

 “I think I, I mean, I guess we could proceed.”  At this, he immediately began to turn around, relief flooding his senses.

“But I mean, I have a few questions.  I mean, you are new to me and I wanna ass… uh.. ask you a few questions.”  She blushed at her slip.  She was such a spaz.

“No problem, have a seat on the table, legs closed of course, and we’ll see what we can get outta me.”  He persuaded, grabbing his rolling chair and sitting in front of her.

“Okay, so, um, how old are you?”  she asked.

“Twenty eight. Next?”  he asked, taking her questions in stride.

“How long have you been in this field?”  she asked.

“Three years.”  She raised an eyebrow.

“I graduated early and at the top of my class.  From Stanford.”

“Oh. What made you wanna get into this field?”  She asked.

“Well, I knew I wanted to be a doctor and then there was the fact that I would get to meet beautiful women like yourself.”  He teased, making his eyebrows jump mockingly. She giggled.

“Okay, and how many people do you see on a regular basis?”  She asked.

“Um, around 50, if you mean patients and none if you mean girlfriends.”  He smiled and it lit his face up.  She softened.  He was a flirt. A gorgeous flirt and she suddenly wanted to know all of his quirks.

“Funny.”  She nodded, looking him in the face, giggling a bit more.

“Look, Buffy, I’m not perfect, I’m not a psycho, we only do what you’re comfortable with in here. If you would prefer someone of the same sex, I don’t blame you and I’d be happy to refer you to one of my women colleagues.”  He offered, hoping that she didn’t take the offer because he was really looking forward to ‘examining’ her.

She was silent for a moment, thinking about the situation and what she’d like do. Deciding that he seemed pretty trustworthy and she had actually felt pretty comfortable with him, she decided she could at least give him a try.

“Okay, I think we’re okay to start now.  I mean, if you’re ready.”

He smiled then. “Yes, Ms. Summers, I’m ready.  The question is, are you?” he asked, voice deepening against his will.  She gulped, squirming in her seat as she tried to relax, unclasping her bra and slipping the plastic back on.  She lowered her panties, noticing the draft of cold air as it hit her nooks and crannies. She lay back on the table as he scooted his chair to the utensil drawer, drawing out the necessary tools.  By the time he was back, she was already spread eagle once again.He tried his damnest not to let it get to him.

“Okay, Buffy, before we begin, if there anything you need to tell me? Anything I should know?”  He asked, slipping on gloves.

“ Well, I’m a virgin.  That may be good to know.” She informed, “ I’ll prolly stay that way till I die.”  She murmured the last part, sighing and wiggling her hips to get more comfy.  She had no for mistakes idea the picture she had created for her doctor.  The teasing motions were going straight to his groin and if she didn’t watch it, she’d end up with a popped cherry and he with a law suite the size of Michael Jackson’s Neverland.

“Okay, I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.  Let me know if you feel any discomfort.  My hands are kinda big.”  He mentioned, not noticing the way her womb began to flood at his words.

 “Oh and Buffy, I’m pretty sure you won’t be a virgin forever. I can almost guarantee it. Shall we begin?” he asked, voice dropping lower as his hands descended on her exposed crotch.

Tbc…….  Makes me write faster!!!!!!!!

p.s. this isn’t being beta’d or anything.  Just like my last rant of a story, this is my ‘getaway’ from the actual real story I’ve been working on. Sorry

 

 

Her body tensed, to its own accord as she felt his first touch.  Immediately, he drew his hands back, unconsciously settling them on her inner thighs, gently kneading the flesh.

“Buffy, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me.  I don’t want to hurt you or scare you.” He ventured.  Buffy was having a hard time keeping her emotions in check.  She was half way between frightfully nervous and sinfully aroused and she didn’t want to let him onto any.

“No, you’re fine.  It’s just, when nobody has ever been down there of  the male specie, you tend to get a little nervous.  I’m fine though.”  She assured, staring into his perfectly candied-coated eyes.

Grabbing the forceps and cotton swabs necessary to open her up, he settled his fingers over the lowest part of her belly, where it was just above her mound and began to knead gently.

“Let’s try this little trick I learned to get you to relax, Buffy.”  He said in a low, almost choking voice.  Buffy’s eyes grew wide at the sensations the pressure evoked in her and she relaxed, focusing on his hands.  It was a wonderful feeling, bordering on therapeutic and heartrending pleasure.  She had never felt anything like it.

“Where’d you learn that?” she asked, mouth slack, eyes closed, focused on him.

“Well, experience, I guess.  In more areas than one.”  He smirked, continuing his movements and indulging her core.  She hadn’t even noticed that he was partway inside her, too caught up in the rapture.

“My boyfriend, Parker, he can’t do this.”  She slipped, not even noticing that she had shared a personal fact about herself.

“Hmm, Parker, you love him?”  He asked, pausing his motions, jealousy overcoming him.

“Uh uh, nope.  I’m still a virgin, remember.”  She replied, slowly moving her pelvis in tiny circles, trying to alleviate some of the pressure he was building.

“Okay, Buffy, you may feel a little pressure here. I’m going to do a cervix  scrape to gather some cells then feel around to make sure everything is alright.” He informed.  He was painfully aroused.  She was so fucking wet that her channel easily approved his invasion.  He was very tempted to lean over and kiss her inner thigh, then latch on furiously to her clit and bring her pleasure until he was tired.  He thought against it, thinking that he needed a job and jail wouldn’t be a good place for a guy like him.  Sighing he continued.

“Angel?  Can I ask you a question?”  she asked, her voice relaxed and calm.

“Yea, anything.”  He replied.

“You ever, umm, you ever go down on a girl?” she asked. He almost fell out of his chair at the question.  He really wasn’t going to make it in this examination. He could count on his license being taken away, his house gone, his car gone, a 15-year jail sentence.  All of it gone.

“Yes, why do you ask?”  he asked.

“My boyfriend, Parker, won’t go down on me.  He says its disgusting and nasty. Do you think its nasty?”  She asked.

“No, I think its wonderful, if with the right woman. I feel that all forms of oral sex, with the right person, aren’t based on physical need as much as emotional generosity It’s about what a partner wants to give their mate.  So for me, oral sex is both pleasurable for the lady who receives and me. Your boyfriend is a dumb fuck, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Oh.”  She said, concentrating on his melodic voice.  Before she knew it, he had finished her pap smear and was removing the objects from her core.  He gently removed his hand from her abdomen, attempting to break all contact with her pliant body.  At her whine of loss, he thought against it and continued his ministrations. 

“Buffy?”  He asked, cautiously proceeding forward, hoping he wouldn’t get a slap in the face for what he was about to say.

“Would you be offended it I told you I thought you were beautiful?” He asked, his sudden nervousness taking him by surprise.  He couldn’t explain why this beautiful blonde made him feel like a teenaged boy, excited about feeling his first tit.

Her eyes opened, having changed to a deep emerald hue, smothered in unfulfilled desire and lust.

“No, I wouldn’t.  Thank you, doctor.”  She replied, a deep blush covering her flesh.

‘What in the hell am I doing?  I’m letting my gorgeous doctor flirt with me while I’m spread eagle in front of his face!’

Sitting up, ever so slowly, she held his stilling hand in its place, making sure he never lost contact.

“I like you.  Thank you and the method for relaxing? Worked like a charm.”  She smiled.  He gulped, managing a tiny smirk of his own.

“So I’ve been told.”  He drawled, softly caressing the soft skin available to his fingers.  Not intending to drench her in pleasure, he was surprised when her head dropped back, exposing the tan column of her throat.

“Where did you learn that?”  She asked, moaning. “It feels so good.”

“You really wanna know?” he asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Well, when I was younger, my lady friends enjoyed being finger fucked.”  He said bluntly, his voice a seductive mist. “I noticed that foreplay was a great tactic to get the girl willing, ready.  So, by playing with a woman’s body, you are able to force a desired response.  By the time I was done on the outside, I’d have a woman sopping wet on the inside.”

“Umm,” she moaned, turned on by his words.  She grasped the tops of his shoulders, pleasantly perplexed by her own bodies betrayal.

“Buffy?”  He asked again, this time his voice taking on a confident tone, “Can I touch you?” 

“Uh huh.” She answered, not fully aware of what she was saying.  At this, he stopped, stood, stepping between her opened legs.  He cupped her cheek in time to see her eyes opening as he dropped an innocent kiss onto her lips.

“Tonight, I’d like to take you to dinner.  Maybe get to know you better.  You interest me.”

“But I told you, I have a…”

“Ionuin, what we almost did in here would have been much worse than letting me treat you to a meal, and maybe some dancing if you’ll let me.” He smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I thought you already said that.  I can’t believe I’m doing this.  Sure, tonight after 7 I’m free.  How should I dress?”  she asked.

“Like we’re going dancing.”  He smiled, pulling her from the table and kissing her soundly.

“See you tonight, and baby, don’t wear any underwear.”  He smirked, patting her on the ass and leaving the room.  She flushed the color of tomatoes, her senses regaining as she looked for her clothing.

‘Oh Boy!’ she thought, ‘I get a new Ob/Gyn and now I’m like a massive hoe!’

“Shit, what am I going to tell Parker?” she said out loud.

 

At 7:30, her doorbell rang. She wasn’t sure where they were going and since he said dancing, she put on the skimpiest outfit fit for dancing that she could find.  It consisted of a tiny silver dress, which hung loosely around her neck and plunged down to her belly button. She completed it with a pair of clear heals and perfectly straight hair, hitting her mid back.

Now let’s see who gets all hot and bothered.’

She ran to the door, careful not to trip and fall.  She had been surprised when she had heard from him, forgetting that she hadn’t given him her phone number.  He had taken it from her chart and thought best to confirm their plans.  She was all too eager to accept, telling him that everyone thought she was at a late study session for her organic chem. Class.

Throwing the door open, she was stunned into silence.  In her doorway stood her doctor, only he looked more like a Greek God in dire need of whipped cream smeared all over his chest. She was sure her tongue would have lint and dirt on it because it was surely on the floor.

Angelus wasn’t fairing any better. She was a goddess reincarnate. Never in his existence had he felt so compelled to commit to any woman like he did now.  He was ready to cover her with his jacket, propose marriage, impregnate her and lock her in a room to prevent other lustful eyes from staring at what was bound to be his.

Positively yummy!

“Come in doctor, I’ll be ready in a second.”  She said, stepping out of the way so that he could enter.  Before she could close the door he had her slammed against it, careful not to bang her pretty little head and he was kissing her.  His hands roamed her body, down the front of the dress and inside to cup a perfect perky breast.  She groaned in his mouth as he kneaded the flesh, tugging her nipple to a perfect perk.  He then, without breaking the kiss, moved his hands to her hips, holding them still as he rocked himself into her.  Then, slyly, he slid a hand between her legs, and to her center, checking for his request.  At the feeling of his questing hand, she gasped, not sure if it was a good thing or a bad.  He broke the kiss, kissing her neck and whispered in her ear.

“No panties like I asked, good girl.”  She whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine and a heavy flood of arousal to her core.  Kissing the tip of her nose, he dislodged himself from her, letting her go to finish her preparations.

‘Fuck! This is gonna be a helluva long night.’ He roused, raking his hand through his spiked hair.

Tbc…….. well, guys, here’s the next part.  This really wasn’t supposed to be this long but I can’t seem to just make them shag and get it over with.  It’s not in the characters. Hopefully, we’ll get them together asap cuz I need to wrap this up!  Feedback pretty please.

 

 

The sleek black Mercedes sauntered into the empty parking space stopping abruptly with a soft squeal.  Inside, the driver shut off the ignition, running his hand over the butter leather seat his tiny passenger sat in, moving up to her tanned muscular thigh.

“Are you ready Ms. Summers?”  He asked, his voice taking on a playful tone.

“Why Dr., of course.  Please, lead the way.”  She smiled, body warming to his touch.  He got out of the car, ran around to her side and opened her door.  Reaching his hand in for hers, he witnessed her lean legs flex out of the car, slipping her stiletto-clad feet on the pavement as she pushed herself up from the seat.  The tiny dress shimmied as far as it could go down her thigh before it, too, stopped abruptly. He brought her soft hand to his mouth, kissing it slowly, suggestively.  Tugging her to his side, he linked their hands and led her to the club, taking notice of how her sun kissed hair billowed in the night air. 

            After paying their cover charge at the door, Angel led her to a quiet table in the black.  He didn’t want to be disturbed.

“So, Buffy, tell me about yourself.  You know so much about me from our earlier…meeting.”  He drawled, eyes drawing lustful lines all over her body.

“Well, I’m 20 years old, I go to UC Sunnydale.  I’m a psychology major and I teach a self defense class Monday through Thursday.”  She began.

“Wow, well that would explain the gorgeous body. What kind of self defense?”  he asked.

“Well, many but I specialize in Shotokan kata.”

“Well, I do Tai Chi every morning before I come to work and I took boxing through my teens and into college.  So, I guess we have something in common.”  He smiled.

“I suppose we do, Doc.  Anyway, my mother passed away a year ago, leaving my sister, Giles and I with her art gallery.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Giles?”  he questioned.

“Oh, my mothers husband and our surrogate father.  He runs the gallery, though.  I don’t know the first thing about real art.  Dawn and I stick to him like glue.  He’s been our rock for the last year.”

“Umm, sounds like a great man.  I’d like to meet him one day.”  He smiled, hinting that he’d like to get to know her better.  She smiled back, deciding to play his little game.

“Yeah, someday.” She smiled, standing from their table.

“Be right back, I need to go to the ladies room.”

Angel sat at the table, suddenly feeling like the club was empty.  Looking around and judging by the music, he was acutely aware that it was not.  Sighing, he took a swig of the Irish whisky that was in front of him, trying to warm the coldness that seemed to arrive with Buffy’s departure.  She was beautiful, a  heaven sent and he knew that this would become so much more than a one night fuck fest.  Well, he was still hoping for the fuck fest, but it didn’t have to be tonight and there most definitely needed to be more than one.  Glancing around the crowed he locked eyes with a haughty brunette, slithering towards him.

“Oh Fuck!” he moaned to himself, not sure if he was glad that the music playing drowned out his comment.

“Hey stranger, fancy seeing you here.”  She smiled, flashing a perfect set of pearly white teeth.

“Cordelia, didn’t know you were coming here tonight.”  He said, his eyes showing no real happiness that she was standing in his view.

“Oh, Doctor, you must be happy to see me.  I mean, between us two, you were very happy to see me this afternoon.”  She trailed off, the end becoming a whisper as her firm hands raked over his crotch, squeezing lightly.  Cathcing her hand, he threw it back at her.

“Don’t.  I’m here with someone.  This isn’t the place.”  He gritted, trying to keep his cool, feeling it slowly slipping from his grasp.

“Whoever she is, we know she can’t do you like I can.”  She smiled, leaning in closer, giving him a perfect view of her womanly assets. 

Buffy picked the perfect time to come from the restroom, noticing the tall brunette hanging all over her date.

‘Fucking skank! I bet those tits aren’t real.  They’re so high on your chest they look like two friggin’ shoulder tumors.’ She fumed, walking tightly back to the table.  Slowing her movements, she noticed the slut-o-rama as none other than the infamous Cordelia Chase. 

‘SCORE!  I knew they were fake!’

Deciding to put on a show, she changed the mood of her step from pissed to seductive, swinging her hips suggestively.

“Baby, sorry I took so long.  You didn’t miss me did you?”  Buffy crooned as she attached herself so securely to Angel’s side they looked like a pair of attractive Siamese twins.  Not looking at her opponent, she leaned down and planted a passionate, open mouth kiss on Angel’s mouth, moaning at the sheer pleasure, and suggestiveness of it all.

Cordelia stood, mouth agape at the display.  No Fucking Way was Buffy Fucking Summers dating her Angel.  She had been sucking him off like a vacuum with a watermelon and had been waiting for him to ask her out on a date.

“Well if it isn’t ‘Skanky the Dyke Layer’? How’s it goin’ Buff?  Virgin-hood still doing you well?” she smirked, trying her damnedest to embarrass her.

“Wonderfully.  Still as loose as a hoopty’s hubcap?” she smiled.  Cordelia fumed.

“Nice dress, and how convenient that if you bent over every guy in here could give you a pap smear.  Classy, real classy.”  She smiled. Buffly blushed a bright pink, thinking about her earlier appointment with Dr. Angel. “Angel, I’ll see you next week for my appointment.  Oh and earlier today was a blast.  Let’s repeat.”  She sawled, walking away form the couple.

“You know Cordelia!”  they both asked in unison, then laughed at themselves.

“You go first.”  Angel insisted.

“Not much to tell.  I was the new girl and she was popular.  I took her boyfriend, she got mad, slept with him and has hated me every since.  Your turn!”

“I’m a doctor, she’s a patient, honestly, we’ve fooled around, quite a bit. Nobody special.”  He answered, hoping that she understood where Cordelia stood with him.

“Oh, so this, what we’re doing, its like what you and Cordelia…oh gawd…geez, I’m so stupid, I’m sorry, I gotta get outta here.