FEEDBACK: Please?
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 forty-five 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.
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.
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