A/N: THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed the first chapter of this story! Seeing all those reviews made me so happy! Here's chapter two for you all! If you like it or hate it or it's the best thing you've ever read (ha!) then let me know! Also:

SMUT WARNING!

This chapter contains scenes of a very adult nature. If you're offended, then stop reading as soon as you notice things taking a little turn. It ends the chapter, so you won't miss any hugely important plot points.

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Chapter 2

"So, a little birdie tells me that you were at Will's with a stud muffin today," Faith said as she plopped onto a kitchen chair. Buffy turned from the pot of tomato sauce on the stove and glared at her sister.

"Would that little birdie happen to own the Willow Tree Beanery?" Buffy asked. Faith shrugged.

"You know I can't reveal my sources. Who's the honey?" Buffy sighed and looked over the breakfast bar to the living room, where Iona was intently coloring.

"His name is Angel, and he's a classmate. We were just having coffee."

"Uh huh, just coffee. How old is he? And how did you two come to be having coffee?" Faith leaned forward , wiggling her eyebrows. Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Fine. He's twenty six, and we sat next to each other in class and started talking. And yes, he's attractive. More than attractive."

"You want to shag him!" Faith cried. Buffy sent a panicked look at Iona.

"Faith, shh. And you've been spending too much time with Spike," Buffy dismissed.

"You're not denying it," Faith sang. Buffy pursed her lips and then growled.

"Ugh, fine! Yes, he's is so hot he makes my knees weak, and yes I would love nothing more than to take him to bed for an entire week, but it's not going to happen," Buffy snapped. Faith sat back.

"Why not?"

"Because," Buffy sighed, deflating. "I have Iona to think about. I have to look for a stable guy, a boring guy who can support a family, not an exciting, sex guy."

"You already went the boring guy route, and look where it got you. Look, Buff, I'm not saying you should parade an entire football team through here for Iona to see, but there is nothing wrong with you playing the field a little. Just do the bedding at his place. I'll watch Iona." Buffy was about to roll her eyes at Faith's suggestion, and then she realized that her sister was being absolutely serious.

"You really think I should go out with him?"

"Duh! Sweetie, Riley is the only man you've ever been with, you deserve to go out and enjoy yourself. You're twenty two years old and you've been a mom since you were sixteen. Go be young for a while," Faith said.

"I don't even know if he'd want to go out with me," Buffy whispered.

"Girlfriend, ask him. He totally wants to go out with you, Willow said he was practically drooling in his coffee."

"Mommy! When is dinner?" Iona called from the living room. Buffy looked at her little girl, who was too young to really understand what happened between Mommy and Daddy, and hoped that someday she could give her a step-dad who would be better than her real father.

"Soon, baby. Why don't you go wash up?"

"Okay!" Iona bounced to her feet and ran down the hall to the only bathroom the apartment had. Faith and Buffy smiled after her.

"Oh!" Faith cried, whipping back around to face Buffy. "We have to get you a new outfit!"

"Faith, you know I can't afford new clothes. I had to take out a student loan just to pay my rent," Buffy sighed. She had the child support and alimony from Riley, but he wasn't always reliable, and money was tight. The American Bar Association put limits on how many hours per week a student could work, and based on how many credits Buffy was taking, she couldn't work more than fifteen hours. No one would hire her for that.

"Buffy, you know that Spike would let you work at the bar. You're my sister, and you're cute. You'd sell a lot of drinks," Faith offered. Buffy sighed, shaking her head as she went to the cupboard to pull out dishes for dinner.

"Set the table. And you know I can't take a job at the bar, what would I do with Iona?" Faith stood and started to set the small dining table.

"I know you don't want to do this, but the girl's father does still live in Sunnydale. He could babysit."

Buffy snorted. Riley and Buffy were still currently working out custody and visitation, but Riley hadn't been fighting very hard to spend time with his daughter.

"Riley and Darla are too busy fucking every minute of the day, and I don't want my daughter around that."

Faith leveled a look at Buffy that said she wasn't buying Buffy's bullshit.

"Buffy, come on. Riley was a decent dad. At the very least Iona would be safe with him."

Iona came running up, jumping into her chair and bouncing excitedly and chattering away. Buffy sent a pointed look at Faith.

"We'll see."

Angel was waiting for Buffy outside the law school building the next morning, two cups of coffee in his hands. He handed Buffy one as she approached and she sniffed, recognizing it as a Chai Latte, her favorite.

"How did you know?" Buffy asked.

"I have superhuman powers of observation. How was your night?" Angel held the door open for Buffy and then followed her inside. Buffy allowed herself a second to look over him. He really was a work of art in his white button up shirt and black dress pants that fit his butt in the most wonderful way.

"It was fine. My sister came over and had dinner with me and Iona. Other than that I spent most of my time studying," Buffy shrugged.

"Older or younger?"

"Older. She's twenty four and a total wild child."

"Really?"

"Yes. People always think that because I was the one with the baby at sixteen that I was the wild one, but it was really Faith. I just made a mistake," Buffy admitted.

"Do you regret it?" Angel asked. Immediately, Buffy shook her head.

"No. I do not regret Iona for one second." Angel stared at her and Buffy couldn't help but squirm. "What?"

"Study with me this afternoon." It wasn't a request, Buffy noticed. She thought about what Faith had said the night before and a phrase she had used with Willow long ago, carpe diem.

"Okay."

Throughout class Buffy and Angel bantered. They found things to disagree about in almost every case, but their classmates could see the playfulness beneath it. For a while their Torts professor tried to guide their "discussion" but even he realized it was fruitless after half an hour.

When the class ended, Buffy and Angel took their time packing up. Angel kept stealing glances at Buffy, making her blush.

"Do you want to grab some lunch down the street first, and then head to my apartment?" Angel asked as Buffy slung her bag over her shoulder.

"Sure," she answered.

They grabbed chili dogs at a bar around the corner and talked. Buffy was amazed at how easily the conversation flowed between them, like they had known each other all their lives. After lunch, they walked to Angel's apartment.

The place was gorgeous and it was obvious Angel had made a lot of money in his previous job. It was also obvious that he had great taste in art; paintings adorned the walls and small statues stood on shelves and end tables. All of the paint and furniture was dark and warm.

"This is gorgeous, Angel," Buffy breathed. He smiled as he dropped his keys into a small wooden bowl by the door.

"Thanks. My sister Cordelia has a flair for interior design."

"Cordelia Chase? That girl with the show on HGTV?" Buffy gasped. Angel laughed and nodded.

"That's my baby sister. She's your age."

"I know. I love her show!" Buffy cried. Angel laughed and headed for the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink?" Angel asked as Buffy continued to examine his apartment. Buffy found a picture of Angel and Cordelia and studied it.

"Water, please."

Angel gathered their waters and then moved out to where Buffy was still examining the framed picture. It had been taken on a family vacation to Hawaii four or five years ago. Buffy and Cordelia were on the beach, theirs arms around each other, and toasting fruity drinks.

"Are you and Cordelia close?" Buffy asked, looking over her shoulder at Angel. He had set the water down on the dining room table and was standing behind Buffy.

"Sure," he shrugged. "We can go a long time without talking because we're both very busy, but when we are together we're pretty tight. What about you and your sister?"

"Faith and I didn't use to be close. In high school we pretty much ignored each other, unless we were out getting in trouble. But since Iona was born she's really come through for me, and we've gotten a lot closer. I don't know what I would do without her."

When they finally got down to studying, Buffy realized that for all their disagreements in class, they actually worked very well together. Arguing through their positions cemented policies and concepts in their minds.

"Okay, I don't understand the wording of this statute. Professor Perrier said that after disability ends it doesn't matter how far into the ten year adverse possession requirement you are, the clock starts on the three years. But the statute says that after the expiration of the ten years," Buffy said, pressing her palms into her eyes. They'd been studying for going on five hours. Buffy had called Faith and asked her to get Iona from school while they finished up, and of course Faith had made joyfully crude comments.

"Let's see." Angel got up from his chair and came around to Buffy's side of the table. He leaned over her shoulder to see the page Buffy was pointing at. Buffy could smell his faint cologne and feel the whisper of his breath on her neck. She shivered and fought a groan. It had been so long since a man had touched her.

When Angel turned his head to look at her, he must have seen the heat in her eyes, because his instantly darkened, flashing with lust. Buffy felt her stomach clench. She watched as he leaned in slightly and hesitated.

And then his lips were on hers. Their mouths crashed together, their lips fused and their tongues dueling. Angel threaded his fingers through her and stood, bringing her with him and twisting so that their bodies faced each other.

His lips were soft, like velvet, but firm against hers and Buffy moaned. Angel's other arm came around her waist and his hand pressed flat against her lower back, his fingers brushing the tiny strip of skin left bare by the gap between her jeans and her sweater. Buffy lifted herself onto her toes and grabbed at Angel's shoulders for balance.

Without missing a beat, Angel grabbed her just under the ass and lifted, turning to set her on the table. Buffy arched against him, desperate to quench the inferno that had ignited in her. Angel broke off from the kiss and groaned before diving into her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. Buffy grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. His eyes burned.

"No marks," she ordered. He smirked, like she'd just given him permission to fuck her into the ground.

"Yes ma'am." They paused for a moment, taking each other in. Their lips were swollen, their faces flushed, and they were breathing hard. Buffy shivered again, thinking of what might happen.

"Angel?" She asked, deciding then and there to take Faith's advice. She was right, Buffy was twenty two years old, and she hadn't done anything for herself in seven years. Her entire life had been about Iona, and once, just this once, Buffy wanted to do something because she wanted to.

"Yes, Buffy?"

"Fuck me. Please."

Angel groaned and dove back in.

His big, strong hands make short work of her clothes as she fumbled with his shirt and jeans. His straining erection made undoing his pants a chore and Buffy went slowly, not wanting to hurt him. As she pulled the zipper down, Angel went very still although Buffy could feel him shaking with the effort to stay in control.

She pushed the jeans down his hips and his long, hard cock sprang free. Looking at it, Buffy licked her lips and then eased herself off the table and onto her knees. She looked up at Angel from beneath her lashes and reached up to run her fingers down his length.

"God, Buffy," Angel groaned. One hand came to sift through her hair and caress her face, his touch as gentle as a feather.

Buffy explored with her hands for a moment before leaning forward and flicking her tongue out to taste the tip. She felt Angel shudder and then opened her mouth and engulfed him.

She took her time, slowly taking in as much of him as she could before moving back to the tip and swirling her tongue around it. She was out of practice and worried that Angel wouldn't find pleasure, but by the way he was groaning and panting, she figured she was doing a decent job. Every once in a while Angel's hand would gently guide her head to show her what he wanted, but he mostly let her do as she pleased.

Taking a deep breath and relaxing her throat, Buffy slowly attempted to deep throat him. Angel let out a strangled cry and then reach down for her, yanking her to her feet, swinging her into his arms, and then hurrying across the room to the couch. He laid her down and then fell to his knees and grabbed her hips, spreading her legs with his shoulders.

When his tongue traced her lips, Buffy couldn't help but cry out and arc into his mouth. He went terribly slowly, teasing her by nipping at her inner thighs, kissing everywhere but where she wanted him most.

"Angel, please!" She cried, nearly sobbing with want. She fisted her hand in his hair and yanked, begging. She heard Angel chuckle and wanted to cry.

Then he answered her pleas. His tongue stabbed into her hot channel and swirled before coming up to flick her clit. Buffy moaned, thrashing on the couch, mindless. When he eased two fingers into her passage and curled them upwards, while sucking hard on her clit, she came screaming and crying and shaking.

She was so out of her mind that she hardly noticed Angel jump up and run to the bedroom, his erection bouncing, and return a few moments later with a condom in his hand. He quickly covered himself and then pulled Buffy's hip to the edge of the couch, kneeling before her, and then eased into her. Not only was he long, but he was wide, with more girth than Riley by a lot. Buffy wasn't used to such an intrusion and she shuddered, fighting to relax. She grabbed at his forearms, sinking her nails into his skin. He paused.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. Buffy nodded, biting her lip and arching her hips.

"Yes, just go slow."

Go slow he did. He eased in, millimeter by millimeter and when he was fully seated, they both groaned. Angel slumped forward, his forehead resting on her breasts. Buffy ran her fingers through his hair, scraping his scalp. He shuddered and then straightened, shifting just the right way and causing Buffy to nearly convulse.

"Angel," she gasped. He started to pump in and out of her, slowly at first. His hands smoothed up over her stomach and ribs until the covered her breasts. He massaged and squeezed, tweaking her nipples and making them hard.

Buffy sat up, creating more friction and pulled him in for a long, sloppy kiss and wrapping her legs around his waist. He started to thrust more wildly and Buffy clenched her muscles around him. They groaned and shivered.

Angel, knowing he was close, reached between them and brushed her clit before adding pressure. When she came, the vice grip her insides had on his cock threatened to make him explode and he only held on long enough for two more thrusts before he spilled inside of her, coming with a cry.

They slumped against each other, sweaty and breathing hard, but sated. Buffy felt like a limp noodle, boneless, like she never had before. She was still seeing stars.

"That…was…incredible," Angel gasped, pulling himself onto the couch and then Buffy into his lap. He kissed her deeply, letting his hands run free over her body.

"Hey, watch it mister, I don't have time for a second round," Buffy laughed. She pressed a quick, firm kiss to his lips and then crawled off his lap and started to gather her clothes. "Can I borrow your shower?"

Angel nodded, still speechless.