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Wesley slid a file across the table to his employer "Angel, all looks well this month, the club is going strong and uh your other venture is doing good too" he eyed him carefully, Angelus was never one to be on the straight and narrow; he disapproved on the latest numbskull idea he came up with.
Angel dug into his brunch, not bothering to respond to Wesley. The Englishman sighed "Miss Chase has contacted me again, to set up another meeting before she goes on vacation in Italy" he shook his head and Wesley smirked "Is the other exquisite woman taking up all your thoughts?"
After a pause he shrugged, truthfully she was. Buffy Summers was taking up every inch of his being and he didn't like it one bit. For starters, he didn't know much about her "Miss Summers seems lovely, are you going to see her again?"
Wesley let out a chuckle when Angel clattered the fork of off the plate, the petite blond was different to all of the other woman he had went out on a date with, had at the club or even just had at his for a night of passion; hopefully she would help him conform.
Angel glowered at his employee, Wes was like the older annoying brother that made a fool of himself at parties but he was efficient and was a true friend, even when he was at his lowest. He hadn't spoken to Buffy in over a week, after the ballet fiasco he had taken time to cool down.
Wes took a sip of his soda then filed away the papers from their meeting "I have a meeting to attend, on your behalf I might add… best do something useful with your time Angel" he shot his employer a mocking glare then left Angel alone.
He tapped his thumb off of the table in thought, since their last date he had went out, made a fool of himself and took home a delightful pair of twins; which in the morning he couldn't wait to get rid of rather than have another round with them.
Angel threw some cash on the table to pay for their meal and headed out, he was unsure if Buffy would be working or not so he tried the shop first. All he could see was the red head and the older woman who was the manager, so no luck.
He pulled up outside of the apartment block and remained in the seat for a moment, he felt like laughing at the predicament; here he was practically chasing a woman. Something he never done; he composed himself and headed towards her home.
Oooooooooooooo
"Wow, your depressed face is bringing me down, get over it Buff. You had a few dates and now he's not calling; what did you expect from a hotty like that if you weren't going to put out for him?"
Buffy shot a glare at her friend, Darla had been getting on her nerves ever since the night they had went to Vampyrr. Every word she said involving O'Connor was full of malice, Darla was always the jealous type but this was different, she was acting more of a bitch than usual "That's not…"
Darla cut her off with a vicious laugh "Don't dare say that he's not the reason for the pity party, it's pathetic Buff" most of the spite was down to the fact that Buffy had went out on dates with him, had the chance to sleep with him again and turned it down. She had tried looking out for him but was unsuccessful.
Buffy clenched her fist and tried to calm herself down; it wouldn't be long before Darla would be on the receiving end of a right hook. She could see the smirk on Darla's face as she was about to throw more barbs at her when there was a knock.
She stalked over to the door and yanked it open, to her surprise and horror Angel was standing at the door with a single white lily in his hand "Uh is this a bad time?" he looked between Buffy and Darla and knew that they were in the midst of an argument.
"No, come on in" Buffy walked back into the living-room and smirked back at Darla, the older blonde puffed up her hair and pouted as she walked over to Angel and ran her hand down his chest in greeting, relief flooded her when he stepped backwards to avoid her repeating the motion.
Darla looked at him incredulously then at Buffy, she shook her head then stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door. Angel raised his eyebrow at the door in question at Buffy, all she done was shake her head.
He made his way carefully over to her and held out the lily to her "I came by to apologise…" he left the statement open and gave her an innocent smile. Buffy took the lily from him and smiled, never would she ever expect him to come here and say sorry of all things.
Angel placed his palm on her cheek as he leaned down and kissed her delicately; when she kissed him back he pulled her against him and deepened the kiss. His tongue traced her lips before probing its way in slowly and massaging hers.
Buffy knew the danger of his touch, she could feel the familiar tingle work its way down her body, throwing caution to the wind she pulled away from him but placed her forehead on his chest. The deep rise and fall of his chest showed he was as caught up in the kiss as she was.
He ran his hand through her hair soothingly "I want to make it up to you, it's a nice day so why don't we go to the beach?!" His hands trailed up and down her back, the motion was that calming that she felt he would put her to sleep.
She licked her lips then nodded, she hadn't been to the beach in a while, besides the rough morning she had was something she wanted to get over. Buffy pulled out of his embrace then went into her bedroom to get changed and grab her beachwear.
Only a few minutes later she came out of her bedroom and motioned for him to leave, they made a quick stop at Angels for him to grab his trunks then headed off to the beach. They made the walk in silence down to the coast then spread out the towel on the sand to lie on.
Angel pulled off his top and jeans then lay back on his elbows, looking up at Buffy. She pulled her top off then shimmied out of her skirt; she must have felt his eyes eat up the display as she turned around looking at him mischievously.
Slowly she pushed the skirt down her thighs and let it fall in a pile at her feet then stepped out of it carefully. Although she was a little apprehensive about putting on a show for him, the way he stared at her gave her a new found confidence.
She ran her hand through her hair and arched her back, so he got a better look at her ass. Carefully she lay down on the towel beside him, he didn't waste long before sitting up and shaking the lotion at her. Without saying anything she carefully turned over and let him massage it into her skin.
The feel of her smooth skin soak up the lotion and the small moans coming from her was winding him up; he took a moment to think of off-putting images then continued the lather down her back and onto her thighs. All he wanted to do was be between them, making her scream.
"Thanks" Buffy peeked up at him then motioned for him to turn over. She got up on her knees then worked the lotion between her palms and rubbed circles into his back. She could feel the muscles under the skin and traced his intricate tattoo carefully, which somehow she hadn't noticed before now.
They settled against the towel and let the rays of sun bathe their skin. Buffy had to admit that even after him not speaking to her for a week, that she was willing to forgive him straight away, this was a good idea.
Throughout the afternoon they chatted long about mundane things and about his clubs and her life, she could see herself easily falling for him. Danger alarms were ringing, however with him being this sweet she didn't care.
After a while she went out to walk in the ocean letting her toes dig into the squidgy sand, when a big wave came in to the shore she squealed then giggled. He watched her from a foot or so away and loved the picture she created, she was beautiful.
As the sun began to set they packed up their belongings and headed for his car, Angel clicked on his seatbelt and faced her "Are you hungry? I could make some dinner" he started the engine and drove off in the direction of his house when she nodded.
Oooooooooooooo
Angel pulled in to the private car park at the back of the building and led them upstairs; she went to the bathroom to freshen up as he went into the kitchen to prepare their meal. Buffy sat at the dining table and watched him work, entranced by his movements.
He smirked at her then went back to preparing the food. It didn't take long to prepare and cook the ingredients, Buffy dug straight in and moaned in delight. She had never tasted anything so good "Wow" she needn't say anymore, her moans were enough.
Buffy finished off her food as did he; wanting to feel useful she washed the dishes and put them on the drying rack. They retreated into the living-room and sat on the sofa to watch a movie, as time went on she shuffled closer to him.
Angel put his arm around her and pulled her flush against his body for her head to rest against his chest, he had to admit that this was something he had missed doing. He hadn't watched a movie with a girl in a long time.
Once it was finished they sat in the same position talking quietly, Buffy leaned back so she could look at him "Why do you like to be called Angelus?" considering his name was Liam, she didn't know where he had pulled that out from.
"It's my name…" he smirked at her confused face "my official name is Angelus Liam O'Connor, it was a rough birth, didn't think I'd make it… so I was my mom's little Angel" he felt a bit embarrassed letting her know the full reasoning behind his name, he was surprised he actually had told her.
Buffy ran her hand up his palm and linked her fingers through his, pulling his closer to her "Angel… I like it" she smiled kindly at him, although she didn't know him that well, she could tell that was something that he only told a select few.
Seeing the vulnerability in his eyes struck a chord with her, she leaned closer and kissed his jaw then his mouth. She felt his arms enclose around her as they fell back onto the sofa, the kiss was leisurely, even innocent in a way but she felt the emotion behind it.
His hand ran up her calves and pulled them so she could wrap her legs around his waist; he got up from the sofa and stalked off to the bedroom, throwing both of them onto the bed hastily. Their kiss grew deeper and before long they were both moaning.
Buffy stiffened as she felt his hand go between their bodies and caress her upper thigh, although they had shared a moment earlier; she still wanted to stand by her morals and not just jump straight into bed with him. Again.
Angel felt her go rigid so he leaned up on his elbows to look down at her, the emerald depths of her eyes were hypnotic; he could stare at them all night "What's wrong?" he saw her blush then look remorsefully at him.
"I uh…" she closed her eyes feeling silly at her emotions "…I'm sorry" she ducked her head down to avoid his direct gaze, when he rolled off of her she stifled a cry. She didn't want him to think she was leading him on, she wanted to be here but she wanted to go slow, although she felt she had no right to ask him that.
As she went to move from the bed Angel pulled her against his chest, hushing her "Hey, don't worry about it" he could feel her attempts at calming herself down so he ran his hand up and down her back "Buff… are you okay?"
She took a moment then looked at him, her eyes full of upset "…I don't want to get hurt, I know it sounds stupid but I don't… look I'll just go" she went to move again but his grasp on her was iron tight, not in a painful way but comforting.
"It's okay, stay here if you want to… I promise I'll behave" he gave her a playful grin, hoping that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Thankfully she unsuccessfully tried to hide a smile; she rubbed her eyes and yawned.
Angel stripped down to his boxers and climbed underneath the covers, pulling along Buffy who had thrown on a spare shirt of his. They settled against each other comfortably, Buffy yawned once again then whispered "Thank you Angel"
"Night Buffy" he remained awake as her breathing evened out signalling that she had fallen asleep. He looked down at her innocent face and frowned, having a woman over and letting her snooze in his arms; it seemed foreign to him.
She let out a contented sigh in her sleep and pressed herself closer against him. He remained still thinking that he had woken her, when he felt her soft even breath against his chest he stroked her hair lightly. This was all new to him, deep down he was warming to the idea.