Author's Note: Each oneshot is set on the day it was posted, so this one is February 1st.

"Smoothies!" Buffy gasped. "You never told me you knew how to cook!"

Angel gave her a small, embarrassed smile, ducking his head as he handed her the smoothie. "I don't know if mixing up fruits counts as cooking," he replied a little self-deprecatingly, "but—"

Buffy beamed at him, taking a sip of her smoothie. She closed her eyes, her smile becoming more contented than joyful. "Mmm," she sighed. "You know how bad my day's been today?"

"Pretty bad?" Angel asked.

"Super pretty bad," Buffy replied, opening her eyes and making a face at him. "There was an incident in gym, with this annoying little junior who thought he was so tough, and," here she looked up at him sheepishly, "I mean, we were doing martial arts, and so I asked to get partnered with him…" She trailed off. "Giles is really mad at me," she sighed. "Something about using my Slayer powers for good, not for ego boosts. I know he'll get over it, but I just don't like it when he's mad."

"I have potato chips," Angel informed her, nodding toward the coffee table and the bowl of assorted snacks. "Do you want to watch some TV?"

"Yes please," Buffy eagerly agreed. "Have I mentioned that I love you?"

Angel's mouth quirked up in a smile as he sat down on the sofa, Buffy cuddling in next to him. "Yeah," he replied, "but it's still nice to hear." He picked up the remote and hit the on button. The television turned on, and there was a brief glimpse of a perky newscaster before the image became staticky.

"Not again," Angel groaned.

"Hey, you're the one who thinks hitting the TV is a perfectly okay way to fix it," Buffy quipped.

"I'm not the one actually hitting it, Buffy," Angel pointed out.

"Yeah, because you're the one standing by and letting me hit it!" Buffy playfully retorted, whacking his arm. He could tell she meant for it to be light and playful, but it actually kind of hurt. For her sake, though, he pretended it didn't. Buffy got really worried when she accidentally hurt him. "And I've probably broken it with all of my hitting, so it's your poor judgment that got us into this situation, mister."

Angel sighed. "It might just be the cable. It's been on the fritz for a while, and it's not like I can call in a repairman."

"Why not?" Buffy asked, sounding honestly surprised.

"No steady income?"

"Oh." Buffy looked embarrassed. "Right. So do you have any DVDs?"

"Um," said Angel uncomfortably. "See, the thing is—"

"What?" Buffy shifted to look at him. Then, blushing, she asked, "Is it, uh…" She sat up, letting go of Angel, and started fiddling with the hem of her shirt sleeve. "Vampire porn?"

"What? No!" Angel wasn't sure whether to start laughing or be embarrassed. "No, it's…just that the only DVDs here are from when Spike and Drusilla and I were all watching movies together, and Dru had a thing about romantic comedies, so we have a lot of stuff like that."

"Well, you could have just said," Buffy muttered, blush deepening. "Can you go get one?"

Angel stood up and hurried to his bedroom, taking out When Harry Met Sally. He had no intention of telling her that Spike, Dru, and Angelus all had a gorier taste in flicks, or that he'd bought his rom-coms a few weeks ago. Buffy would tell Willow, and Willow would inevitably tell Xander, and then he'd never hear the end of it.

Buffy had finished her smoothie when he came back, and had found a blanket to snuggle under. "C'mere," she said, sticking out a hand and wiggling her fingers. "Come on. Let's watch some sappy romance."

After putting the DVD in, he sat down next to her, and she tossed some of the blanket over him before moving to cuddle into him again. He took the snack bowl off of the coffee table and put it on his lap in an effort to put it in a place where Buffy could easily reach it.

"Hey, no," Buffy objected, and moved the popcorn bowl back over to the coffee table. "You do that and I'm gonna be worried about getting all cuddly. Remember? I was eating apple pie and I put it on your lap and then I knocked it over?"

"Good point," Angel agreed, switching on the television and putting his arm around Buffy.