A/N:

Hi. This is my first fic, and the first time I've attempted to write for Buffy. Go easy on me please. I haven't learnt everything there is to learn about writing yet, but hopefully it's good enough. R&R please :))

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy characters, cause I'm not that cool. Joss Whedon owns them. I just write about them :)

Christmas Kisses
Rated: T for some graphic kissing scenes...
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Time: Any time between beginning of Buffy Season 2 and before episode 'Suprise'
Description: It's Christmas time and Sunnydale High is having a Christmas Dance. Buffy desperately wants to go, but will Giles let her? Will the demons of the Hellmouth lay low for the time being? And will the Slayer's dream of Angel come true?

Buffy Summers threw a punch at the vampire's horribly mutated face, and then a kick to his groin which knocked him to the ground. The vampire moaned in defeat as it lay there on the dewy, jade grass of the Sunnydale Cemetery. Buffy stood over him and looked at his mangled face, before rolling her eyes and pulling a sharp wooden stake from her pocket.

"You vamps never learn, do ya?" The young Slayer sighed as she crouched next to the vampire, and shook her head. The vampire made a hopeless move to lash out at the Slayer, but Buffy was too quick and before he had a chance to touch her, he was nothing more than a pile of greyish ashes in the grass. Buffy sighed and got to her feet again.

"Giles should make you carry a dustpan and brush around. If you keep slaying vamps like this, we'll be knee deep in vampire dust by next year," a male voice murmured behind her. The Slayer whirled around, and found her nose inches away from the skin of Angel's smooth, pale nose. Buffy chuckled a breathy chuckle as her own emerald eyes moved to look deep into Angel's soft ones.

Angel pressed his lips to Buffy's and put a hand on her waist. As their lips moved together, Buffy moved a hand to his neck. They kissed passionately, but eventually Buffy had to come up for air.

"Hey," she murmured, her breath ragged. She smoothed her honey coloured hair down, and looked up at the ensouled vampire before her.

"Will Giles drive a stake through my heart if I distract you from your 'duty'?" Angel wondered. Buffy shrugged and shook her head, her golden hair bouncing.

"Nah," she replied. "He'll make me do it instead," the girl finished brazenly. Angel chuckled, and pulled her in for another kiss. When they reluctantly parted, Buffy shrugged casually.

"I suppose Giles wouldn't wig if there were no vamps to slay..." she mused. The vampire smirked and took Buffy's hands.

"So he wouldn't mind if I walked you home? Assuming there were no vampires in need of slaying?" he hinted. The Slayer thought for a moment before asking.

"I think that'd be okay. Although Giles is a very proper man. He hates when things aren't done properly. In England, I think they like people to ask things properly over a cup of tea," she told him flirtily, a smug smile on her face. Angel rolled his eyes.

"Well, unfortunately we don't have any tea to hand, so he'll just have to make do with an invitation. May I walk you home, Buffy Summers?" he asked, with playful formalness. The sweet, blonde Slayer beamed up at him and caught his cinnamon coloured eyes for a second.

"Of course, kind sir," she replied coyly, reaching up and kissing him lightly on the lips. Angel returned the kiss before putting one of his arms lovingly round her waist, and walking her up the winding cemetery path. Buffy snaked her arm around his broad, muscular shoulders and peered up at him. This would be a very nice walk home indeed.