Chapter- 001. Jealous

Title- Truth

Characters- Angel, Buffy, Xander

Prompt- Jealousy

Word Count- 1,521

Rating- R

Warnings/Spoilers- BtVS seasons 3, there is foul language, sexual situations and Angel's soul is permanent.

Summary- At night at the Bronze turns into a fight for the slayers affections.

Angel's POV

She's sitting on my lap, her one arm around my neck, the other, in a place the others couldn't see. She laughed at one of their jokes, but I knew what she was really laughing at. She continued her ministrations underneath the table, and I bit back a moan. Why now, lover? Why when all your friends are around us? I hear them all talking again; Willow, Xander, Oz, and my Buffy.

The Bronze is playing soft music tonight, if you can believe it. It's close to Valentine's day, so I'm assuming that's why. My slayer is frisky tonight, as proven to where her hand now lays--inside my pants. I pull her closer to me and I don't think she realized it, but she moaned. It was soft, too quiet for the others to hear, but she did. I can smell the wetness from between her thighs, and I know that just the feel of me is exciting her.

I remember when she first explored down my pants. She was so nervous, fear flooded her scent and overwhelmed me. I told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to and, almost defiantly, she pulled my pants down, my erection springing forth. She gasped and stroked me, then began to get confident; fondling, sucking, kissing, nipping like a pro. After that, she had eagerly taken me in her mouth numerous times.

Or, times like this, where she felt the need to tease and torment me with her loving touches. I growl softly in her ear and she giggles, running her tiny fingers through my hair. Now her attention is fully on me, and I love it. I purr softly, rubbing my nose against her neck. She knows that when I do this I'm content...or ready to take a nip from her. Either way, the way she's touching me, loving me, is right.

I can feel eyes on us, now mind you, I'm in the hands of my lover, on the brink of ecstasy, so I can't very well say I'm levelheaded when I notice Xander staring at us, like he knew. Willow and Oz are undoubtably by the bar chatting quietly like they have been for the past few nights, leaving Xander, yet again, with us.

"Ignore him," I hear her whisper, and I can't believe her words.

I growl again and I smell a new flood of arousal from her. Slowly, I slid my hand up her skirt, touching her damp panties with my fingertips. She hisses in my ear, gripping a handful of my hair. I have only touched her twice before between her legs, and she was receptive to the idea of doing it again...obviously.

"Angel, don't," I hear her cry, her thighs clamping down on my hand and I feel her hips moving, rubbing her dampness against my fingers.

I glance back at the boy and he is shooting daggers at me. He's not blind, he knows we're doing something, and it looks as if he's about to explode.

"Hey, Buff," he calls to her, and she lazily turns her head to look at him.

Her cheeks are flushed, her chest is heaving, and she's panting ever so softly. I attempt to pull my hand away from her but she grips me tighter, and I decide on touching her instead; long strokes against her cotton covered sex. She bites her lip to suppress the moan and desperately attempts to listen to her friend. I heard him just fine.

"Wanna go dance? We came here for a reason, didn't we?"

She nods slightly and lets me go--in both ways. Hopping off my lap and standing on shaky legs, she fixes her skirt and gives me a peck on the lips. If we were not in public, surrounded by her friends, I would have thrown her down on the table and ravished her till exhaustion. But right now, neither of us are satisfied, left waiting, and he's leading her away onto the dance floor.

I cannot believe I'm allowing a eighteen year old slayer give me blue balls.

I watch as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. I'm pretending that she hates his embrace and that she's just doing this to be nice, but I can't help but wonder. Xander is with her all the time, especially the times I can't be with her; in school, in the sun. I place my hands on the table and look down at them scoldingly. She may have just been all over me, but what if this to her is just danger, something else to throw in the council's face? I look up at Buffy and Xander and a scowl is permanently glued onto my face. Well, so much for them just being friends.

His hands are definitely in a no friend zone, and he's whispering in her ear--and she's laughing! I can't help but suddenly feel very out of place and very awkward. Buffy is my connection to the world, and now that everything around me is hitting me full force, I realize even more that I do not belong here. I have to tell my legs not to move because at this moment, I'm ready to leave, go home and deal with my case of blue balls. I know better though. That little girl on the dance floor will own my balls if I leave her without walking her home or kissing her multiple times before she climbs in her bedroom window.

I sigh, just a sign of displeasure, desperation, depression, all those nasty words that start with 'D' it seems, as I continue to watch them dance. Can vampires die from heart break if their hearts don't beat?

It looks like he's giving her something now, and I know I have to leave. She's accepting it, smiling, opening the box, jumping into his arms. It looks like a bracelet. I sigh again, and stand. I can see him putting it on her and then she gave him a kiss. It may have just been on the cheek, but I still can't deal with it. With another glance towards my slayer, I turn and leave. I can't watch that anymore.

When I reach the street, I'm tackled from behind, a small fist smacking the back of my head. I reach around, touching the, now, aching spot. I turn and there is Buffy, looking angrier then I've ever seen her. Her fists are curled up and she's physically shaking. I know better then to go anywhere near her in her current state. I'm lucky the stake isn't already in my chest.

"Why did you leave without me?"

I'm quiet. She takes a step towards me and I move back, my eyes lowered to the ground. I'm showing her that I'm being submissive. Violence is not needed here!

"Were you just gonna walk away without saying goodbye? Without saying anything?"

I stick my hands in my pockets and shuffle my feet slightly. I feel like a little boy about to get spanked because he did something wrong. Of course, I'm not opposed to a spanking from Buffy, but not in her current state of mind. She looks about ready to rip my head off.

"What were you thinking?"

I glance up slightly and the glint of the bracelet catches my eye, the dim streetlight making it shine. I looked at the ground again, unable to face her now. She had obviously caught my line of vision, looking down at the bracelet on her wrist.

"Angel?," her voice was softer now, like she was talking to a small child. "Is it the bracelet?"

I looked up at her and she is no longer angry. At least, she doesn't look it, or sound it. Slightly, I nod. It's more then that, I want to tell her, but I don't want to anger her. I just want to take a walk, maybe kill a few vamps on the way. I can hear her coming towards me and before I knew it, her lips were pressed against mine, forcefully, yet lovingly. She pulls away before I can respond and takes my hand. I look into her eyes and she's smiling, the look in her eyes is playful.

"You didn't even look at it."

She lifts her wrist towards me and I take a quick glance at the metallic object. It read 'Killer Queen'. I raise my eyebrows in skepticism, and she laughs.

"Yeah, I know. Not so romantic now, is it?"

I shake my head, still not knowing what to say. How could I say anything after acting so irrationally? She grabs my other hand, bringing my arms around her to go around her waist.

"Don't you know you're the only one for me, silly? Xander is just a boy. I like you."

She kisses me again, and now I smile. I love her.

"I love you."

"Is that an apology?," she jokes, kissing me again.

"It can be," her eyes widen with lust and she runs, dragging me along behind her in the direction of the mansion.