Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, I only wish they were. I have no intent on benefiting from this story, unless you count the fact that I get to have Buffy and Angel finally get together like they're suppose to. I have taken several lines from the TV shows; I like them so much the first time that I had to have them said again. Also, I collect funny quotes, so much that I'm not always sure which ones they are, so if you think you've heard it somewhere before it's probably not mine.

Rating: R with bordering on NC-17. If you are not old enough or mature enough to read this, DON'T. I take no responsibility for you. Read at your own risk.

Tell me you love me

Prologue

Buffy slowly shut the door behind her. She walked almost noiselessly toward the curtain hanging across the end of the hall. She reached out to pull the curtain aside, but stopped when she felt an arm around her neck and the point of a stake against her back.

A gruff male voice sounded behind her, "It's not polite to sneak up on someone."

"Angel," Buffy said, "it's okay, it's just me," Angel released her, spun her around and hugged her to him all in the same motion, "and you're one to talk about sneaking up on someone."

Angel leaned in and kissed her gently. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"I'm in lunch." Buffy said as she kissed him back, "I was trying not to wake you."

Angel took Buffy's hand and pushed aside the curtain. "And what would you have done if I was asleep?"

"Wake you." Buffy smiled seductively. They walked into what served as the living room.

"Cute." It was obvious that Angel had just woken up. He was just wearing a pair of burgundy silk boxers, and his hair was slightly mused, "Sit here," Buffy sat down on the couch, leaned back on her hands, and crossed her legs, "I have to get dressed."

"You don't have to," she told him. Angel gave her a look. "Okay," Buffy said dejectedly as she stood up and put her arms around his waist, "but I could go with you." She ran a finger up and down his spine.

There was a long pause, finally Angel said her name, nothing else needed to be said; they both knew they couldn't. Buffy let go of him and sat back down on the couch. She was wearing a lavender, spaghetti-strap shirt with an open front, button down, short sleeve, shear white shirt, a very short skirt and strappy white sandals. As Angel walked up the stairs to his room he thought to himself, Outfits like that should be outlawed.

When Angel came back down, he was wearing a pair of black slacks, and a satin, hunter-green shirt. He looked around but couldn't see Buffy, "Buffy are you still here?"

"Yeah," Buffy said, walking out of the kitchen. She had a can of Diet Coke with a straw in one hand and a cup of blood with a straw in the other. "Here," she handed him the blood. When he wouldn't take it she continued, "You just woke up, so I know you're hungry. It's not like I've never seen you drink before."

Angel took the cup and sat on the couch. Buffy sat next to him and slipped off her shoes before curling her legs up next to her. She then leaned the head against the head against her boyfriend's shoulder, "I wasn't expecting you until after training."

"I'm grounded," Buffy told him as she took a sip of her soda, "so Giles call my mom after I get done training, then I have 20 minutes to get home. And my patrolling has been cut way back. Now that Faith's going to be here for awhile I can't use my 'sacred duty' as an excuse as often."

"So, how long can you stay?" The vampire leaned over and put his cup on the coffee table. It didn't escape Buffy's notice that he hadn't drunk any of it; he still wasn't comfortable drinking in front of her.

"I can stay as long as I want."

"Before you get in trouble?" Angel amended.

"About another 15 minutes." Buffy said.

Feigning upset, Angel said, "So you were going to wake me up for 30 minutes?"

"Yes," Buffy replied, "Would it have been worth it?"

Angel kissed her, "It's always worth it." Buffy kissed him back. He turned to face her completely, and twined his fingers in her hair. The kiss intensified; Buffy lifted her hands to Angel's neck, but it the process the Slayer dropped her Diet Coke.

They stopped kissing, but didn't stop staring at each other. "I'm sorry," Buffy whispered.

"Leave it," Angel told her.

Buffy shook her head, "I'll just clean it up." She stood up and made a move toward the kitchen.

Angel grabbed her arm to stop her, "I said 'leave it'," he told her, "I'll take care of it later." He pulled her down so she was sitting again, and before they knew it Angel was slipping off Buffy's shear over shirt.

He kissed Buffy's now bear shoulder. Angel trailed his kisses up her neck and along her jaw line before returning to her mouth. Buffy laid back on the couch. Not wanting to break the kiss, Angel followed her down. Buffy held Angel tightly to her, almost like she was trying to fuse their bodies together.

After awhile the kissing stopped. Angel propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down at Buffy. She's so beautiful, he thought as he smiled down at her, What did I ever do to deserve the love of someone as wonderful as her. Buffy smile back and Angel brought his hand up to caress her check. She put her hand over his, and taking it away from her face, she placed it on her thigh. Slowly she moved his hand up and down her leg. Then she leaned forward to kiss him again and letting go of his hand, she began to unbutton Angel's shirt.

Suddenly Angel stopped, and sat up so that he was no longer on top of Buffy. He knew what she wanted; it was the same thing he wanted. He wanted Buffy every minute of everyday, with every ounce of his being, but that included the part that was Angelus, the part that knew that this girl would allow him to lose his soul, to relapse into the demon hidden inside and let him wreak havoc on the world. And Angel couldn't do that again, he couldn't release that monster, and in doing so put Buffy's life at risk.

"Angel?" Buffy whispered as she sat up also.

"We can't," he told her.

"I know," there was a long pause. Finally Buffy said, "I probably should be getting back to school."

"Probably."

Buffy got up and slipped on her sandals and grabbed her shirt. Before she walked through the curtain she turned around, "I'll call you if I'm allowed to go patrolling tonight."

"Okay," Angel told her, and with that Buffy left. So much for getting back to sleep, thought Angel, I have to clean up this Diet Coke, and then I need a cold shower. A very cold shower.

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