A/N: Thanks for the reviews and alerts. The more you review the quicker I write.

As I told some of my reviewers, this fic will be B/A eventually. You just need to be patient.

Angel took a deep, unnecessary breath outside of the door to Cordy's room. He knew that she was going to be unimaginably upset with him. But what else could he have done. It wasn't like he could tell Buffy to leave. It was Buffy. He could never tell her to leave. He could hear the girls that she had brought with her begin to filter through his home to their new rooms. It was going to be weird having so much company, but her, he would live through a lot worse then this. He took an extra second to gather himself together then opened the door.

Cordy was sitting on her bed. Her arms folded defensively in front of her chest. She looked pissed. Angel opened his mouth to apologize but she cut him off.

"You couldn't drop everything fast enough to help her could you. She just comes in here, batters her eyelashes at you and that's it. You run after her like a golden retriever. I don't understand it." She was standing now, jabbing a finger rather painfully into his silk clad chest.

"I couldn't just leave her and the girls on the streets Cordelia." He knew it was a pitiful defence. However he didn't think she was up to hearing the real reason. He knew that they would have a good thing going on between them if he let them. But now Buffy was here. Didn't that change things?

"I hope that's all it was. I'm not really up for fighting her for your attention. We have something here Angel. Don't let her ruin it now." Her voice was a lot softer now. She raised a hand to his cheek and guided his head down to hers for a light kiss. Just in time for Faith to walk in the room.

"You have got to be kidding me!" She shrieked, clapping her hand over her mouth the second the words made it out. Realising that she hadn't meant to say the words out loud and had failed. Cordy just rolled her eyes and stormed passed her. Yelling Angel she was going to take a shower.

Faith swore she had never seen Angel look so scared, He ran passed Cordy and chased her down the hall but was to late. He arrived in his own room just in time to see Cordy discover Buffy in his shower. Faith made it into the room in time to see Cordy slap him across the face before she breezed passed her again back to her own room. Faith chuckled.

"Glad to see that she's grown as a person and isn't holding any old grudges." Angel smiled at her;

"She'll come round. She always does. She's just a little shocked to see Buffy here that's all. She'll calm down in a couple days." Faith smirked, unsure of if he was trying to convince her, or himself of this fact.

Buffy walked out of the bathroom to see Angel and Faith staring at each other. Rubbing a towel through her long hair she said,

"Should my ears be burning?" Angel looked automatically guilty,

"Cordy is out for blood." Faith explained, inching her way to the door, trying to tactfully make her exit. "I'll leave you two to talk." She backed the rest of the way out the room and shut the door behind her.

"I'm sorry if I'm making life hard for you." Buffy said hanging her wet towel over the top of the bathroom door, remembering with a smile how much Angel hated wet towels being put on his expensive furniture and bed sheets.

"Cordy's just protective." He said, realising to late that he didn't really want to defend her. Buffy smirked at his confused expression,

"You don't sound to sure about that. If it's a problem I could stay somewhere else. I could ask my father if I could stay with him. " She said, praying with every fibre of her being he would say she could stay.

"It's fine." He answered, a little too quickly. "It's my home, I get to decide who stays here and I say you stay." Buffy couldn't help but smile a little at his out burst. He wanted her to stick around. That was a good sign right?

"So…" Buffy said, eager to change the subject, "Unless you want me to sleep on your couch, could you show me to my room?" Angel smiled; he had wrestled with this decision for a while. He hadn't known quite where to put her. He wanted her close but not so close that Cody would accuse him of something. In the end his need to have her close had won out and he told Fred to make up the room opposite his for Buffy.

"Sure." He answered, "It's just across the hall." He took an old bronze key out of the pocked of his slacks and passed it to her. Buffy looked up at him from under her eyelashes.

"Don't I get a tour?"

"He's with Cordelia? You're sure?" Willow asked, her mouth gaping open. Faith nodded, looking a little less shocked, but a little more disgusted.

"Absolutely sure, totally sure." She wanted to scrub the inside of her brain to get the image of them kissing out of her mind. That was not what she wanted to be thinking about when she finally got to lie down and sleep later. Even she had a limit to what she could stomach.

"What the hell does he see in her?" Willow said, her voice raising a little, enough for Wesley to look her way. So she quickly returned her voice to a whisper, "Does Buffy know?" Faith nodded,

"Yep. Taking it all in her stride." Willow made a 'yeah right' expression but ended the conversation. Angel was coming down the stairs and she didn't want him to know that they were talking about him.

Buffy sat, exhausted on the bed in her room. He had given her a room much like his own, only a little less personalised. She noted also that he had placed one of his own bedspreads on the bed, apologizing for the fact the room had no heat. That had made her smile. Even in September, LA wasn't cold enough to need heat. She lay her head down on the pillow and tried not to think about him and Cordy. But her brain betrayed her. The image of him and her was imbedded on her minds eye. She could feel him, downstairs. She could always feel him when he was close. She didn't sleep, until she heard him walking down the corridor to his room. She felt ridiculous pretending to sleep when he stuck his head through the door to check on her, an odd thing for him to do. However, his closeness was all it took for her relax enough for her to drift off to sleep. She swore though, that before the darkness took her she heard him whisper

"Goodnight beloved."