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Dedication – To Elle, who will never read this but made me watch the best episodes all again.
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Buffy pushed Angelus out of her bedroom, shutting the door firmly with a slam.
She turned to him, holding up a hand to stop him. "Give me two minutes tops." Opening the door again, she slid back into the dark room.
The blonde surveyed her bedroom. If she was being completely honest with herself, it looked like a meteor had hit it and left debris of dirty underwear, food and clothes. If she wasn't being completely honest, then it looked slightly messy.
Buffy shook her head and spent the next minute on her knees, shoving everything under her bed.
A quick glance assured her that eveything was presentable and she turned, opening the door with a flourish. "Okay, you can come in now." She invited, watching anxiously as her soon-to-be lover stepped through the threshold.
"You know that you've got a whole a lot of rubbish under your bed?" He commented, after a moment.
Buffy scowled, "Well, unless you're planning to have sex under the bed it shouldn't bother you."
His laugh made her shiver and she pressed herself up against him, her lips touching his for less than a second.
"I've never liked you." She muttered, feeling the warmth of his breath on her mouth.
"Really? Your actions begs to differ."
She closed her eyes as his head dipped down and began to gently caress her neck with his mouth. "Well, you know what they say." She murmured, running her hands under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders.
"What?" He breathed against her skin, his large hands slowly pulling down the zip of her dress.
"I can't seem to remember. Something about love and war." She stopped unbuttoning his shirt as she just realised what she had said. "Not that I'm saying I'm in love with you or anything, cause you know, I'm not. I was just trying to make a point and, well, the point I was trying to make wasn't to do with either love or war, so I'm not entirely sure why I even mentioned that, but, anyway, I just meant that…" She was stopped by a finger against her mouth.
"I know what point you were trying to make, Buffy. Don't worry."
She tore her gaze away from her chest and glanced up to find him staring at her.
"This isn't love or hate and we're both not sure where we stand. I understand."
Buffy nodded slightly. Her hands shook as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, "So, we're really going to do this?" She asked, her voice betraying none of the nervousness that her hands showed.
Angel stopped her hands just as she made to pull off his shirt and did his half-smirk that made her go weak at the knees, "We are, Buffy. But I want this to be special." With those words he threw her onto the bed, quickly following after her.
Buffy stirred, feeling the warmth of another body wrapped around her and morning sunshine spilling through the blinds. Her eyes opened slowly, catching sight of the clock.
Seeing that she had an hour before she absolutely had to get up, Buffy turned over and snuggled into the warm embrace she was cocooned in.
"You up?" The vibrations through the hard chest she was currently leaning on made Buffy shiver.
"I am know." She answered, glancing up and smiling sleepily into the large brown eyes looking back down at her.
Buffy laughed shortly and pulled herself up so she was sitting in Angel's embrace, "None at the moment. Last night was amazing. Make me breakfast?"
Angel laughed at the pout and stretched lazily, "Go on then. But you're making pancakes."
"Deal." Buffy replied quickly. She swung her legs out of the bed and was about to put on her dressing gown when an envelope caught her eye, with the word Buffy in familiar writing on the front. Grabbing it, Buffy slipped on her dressing gown and turned to Angel who was searching for his boxers. "Hey, you know what? How about I make you breakfast? After all, I am the hostess and it would only be fair." She laughed nervously, not meeting Angel's eye.
"Buffy, is everything all right?"
Buffy smiled quickly, making her way to the door and opening, "Yes, of course, why wouldn't it be?" She slipped out and closed the door behind her with a firm bang. Staring at the envelope in her hands, she walked slowly to the sofa and sat down.
Buffy took a deep breath and opened the letter that she knew had not been there when she tidied up the room.
Well, well… it seems the goody two shoes has finally let her hair down. Though I'm not sure choosing Angel was the best way to go about it. Though, of course I'm not blind and understand you must be need of some good lovin'. Haha.
Before I go any further, I would just like to say that I caught you sleeping as in properly sleeping. I can confidently assure you that voyeurism is not one of my passions and watching my baby sister and my brother-in-law wouldn't enter into it even if it was (which it isn't).
Anyway, before you start having a heart attack and destroying evidence, your secret's safe with me. I will not tell anyone. And I will always love you no matter what you do. God, writing stuff down is so much easier than saying them!
Oooh, also, before I forget, Dawn stayed with Darla the other night so you have no need to worry on that front. Though the family row was brilliant! Haven't had one as good as that since I ended up with that fifty year old! God, what was I thinking then? I must have been stoned.
Okay, well have no idea why I'm actually writing this. I could just tell you tomorrow, but hey! That would be no fun. And writing is fun! You can write all sorts of things!
Good on you, little sister. Get your own back and show our bitch of a sister how real women play games!
Buffy breathed deeply and fell back against the sofa. To say she was relieved would have been an understatement. Faith had needlessly worried her for nothing.
She frowned slightly. But why was Faith so in agreement with it and not threatening to tell? The only reason Buffy could think of was…
The door to her bedroom opened and Angel poked his head out, "Buffy? Can I come out now?"
Buffy looked up at him and smiled brightly, "Sure." She looked back down at the letter and tore it in two.
"I see you haven't started breakfast."
She shook her head and stood up, "No… I got preoccupied." She glanced back down at the torn letter in her hands, "Have you noticed if Faith has been cold with Darla recently?"
Angel laughed slightly, rummaging through the fridge, "She's always cold to Darla. They hate each other."
Buffy nodded thoughtfully and looked back down at the letter, "That's what I thought."
I feel so guilty! But real life did get in the way of my writing, even though I did promise you.
I hope you like it anyway, and don't hate me so much that you won't review.
Oh, if anyone would like to see my original version of this storyline, then look me up on fictionpress under angioletto.
Thanks to all the reviewers who have spurred me on.