BPOV

The late morning and early afternoon warmth began to filter through the windows and served as a quiet alarm. For the second time that day I awoke naked and with Darla on top of me, she was still asleep this time though. As I had to do many times before, quietly and slowly I rolled Darla off of me so that she did not wake up.

Finally being able to sit up and stretch my sore muscles, it did not escape me that Angel was nowhere to be seen. His clothes were all gone and where he fell asleep hours earlier looked as thought he never existed at all. The only thing remained of him that late morning was the faded scent of his cologne. I did not expect him to just run away at first light but then again, I did not expect him to be that good in bed. I sighed quietly, swallowed my disappointment and headed off to the bathroom the clean up.

My cheeks still held a tint of red to them; my hair was in a ridiculous state – sex hair – I groaned. I freshened up, took a quick shower, brushed through my tangles and still exited the bathroom to find a sound asleep Darla on the bed. She always slept in late after a night like last night. I smiled at the sight of her; ruined hair just like mine had been yet it still looked sexy and a small smile playing around her lips. I leaned in carefully and placed a kiss on her forehead before heading out to salvage something for us to eat.

The second I stepped out into the living room I was hit with an array of the most wonderful scents to ever be there on a morning. I turned the small corner that led to the small kitchen in the room to find Angel in one of our 'kiss the cook' aprons looking over a pan on the fire and a spatula in his hand. If I had not seen him in all his naked glory last night what I saw before me would have been the sexiest sight I had ever seen.

"You cook?" I was honestly surprised.

He was obviously startled by my entrance but a smile quickly graced his features and his quiet laugh followed soon after.

"Yes, I do, actually. My mother made it a point to teach me a few things before I left for college. She was not a firm believer in eating cafeteria food twenty four-seven." He shot me a crooked smile and turned his attention back to the pan.

My curiosity finally got the best of me as I walked him beside him to observe just what it was that held his attention. I could not help the small gasp that left me as I realised that he was making one of my favourite breakfast meals – French toast. I leaned in closer to the pan and inhaled deeply; my legs nearly gave out by the scent which emanated. I pulled back from the pan and rose up on my toes to take Angel's lips into mine. Oh, God. He felt better now than he did last night. I did not deepen the kiss but instead pulled back and gave a small kiss on his nose. His facial expression could only be best described as stunned.

I laughed and said, "What? It says 'kiss the cook'," as I pointed to the front of the apron he was wearing and made my way to sit on one of high stools which surrounded our little island.

"So it does." He said with a chuckle as he fished out the first batch and put another in. "I take it that you like French toast?"

"No, I don't. I love it! How did you know?"

"Lucky guess. I also made blueberry pancakes just in case."

Pancakes too? I looked around on the table and surely enough, a stack of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup and a can of Cool Whip whipped cream next to it. It was my turn to wear the stunned expression on my face.

"Wow. French toast and pancakes? You are just full of talents aren't you?" I said as I winked.

He blushed. "Like I said, you'll have to thank my mother for that one. But I am glad that you got up before I was finished; saves me the trouble of having to wake you up with trays in my hands."

"I'm sure we would not have minded. You'll be surprised at how welcoming we can be once we get a delicious breakfast out of it."

"And they say that the way to a man's heart is his stomach." We both laughed at that.

Fifteen minutes and countless jokes after, breakfast, well brunch by that time, was ready and Darla walked out of the bedroom. On time as always.

"Good morning, beautiful people." She greeted us.

She walked to my side and give me a chaste kiss on my lips before asking, "Well, what is all this?" as she surveyed the food before us.

"Angel did us the honour of making us breakfast." I offered.

A huge grin formed on her face as she walked over to Angel and gave him a big kiss on the lips. "Thank you very much, Angel." She said as she pulled away from their kiss. His face held the same stunned expression as it did when I kissed him before.

Angel simply smiled and said, "Really, it was no trouble at all. Now, dig in."

I immediately leapt for the French toast and quickly put a bite into my mouth. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I savoured every little thing about it. This had to be hands down the best French toast I ever had. I looked back to Angel who was looking at me, presumably waiting for me to tell him what I thought. I merely cut another bite, held the fork to his direction, winked and ate again.

Fantastic French toast, I was willing to bet the pancakes tasted unbelievable as well, amazing kisser, fucking divine in bed and too sexy. I began to think if there was a flaw in anything that was Angelus O'Conner.

APOV

Watching Buffy enjoying every bite of my French toast had to be the highlight of my weekend. The way she closed her eyes as the fork entered her mouth to the moment she let of a little moan when she swallowed had every hair on the back of my neck standing on edge. Darla was nearly the same with her pancakes which she offered countless compliments on. I had to thank my mother whole-heartedly when I saw her again.

Conversation at breakfast flowed easily enough, we joked about occurrences on campus, various lecturers and basically everything and anything which surrounded the University of Sunnydale. From the hot weather we experienced ninety percent of the year to our favourite places on and off campus, our conversation never lacked.

It wasn't until late afternoon that I decided it was time to leave; I made plans with my brother and sister for that evening. The three of us walked slowly out to the door, I found it hard to leave Buffy after spending such a lengthy time together. Darla was an amazing and brilliant person but she could not hold a candle to Buffy, but of course that could have been my personal bias talking.

"Make sure and visit us again soon. Our door will always be open to you, darling." Darla said as she drew me closer to her and placed a firm kiss on my lips. She pulled back, shot me a brilliant smile and left Buffy and I in the doorway.

Awkwardly I started, "Well, uh—thank you for a wonderful night."

Buffy blushed and said, "I should be saying thank you, as well. Breakfast really was delicious." She stepped closer to me and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, lingering there for a couple more seconds than normal.

I pulled back to see her eyes still closed and I took the opportunity to place a soft kiss on her forehead. I stepped out of her doorway and into the hall saying, "I will see you in class on Monday."

"Of course." She said, looking as sad as I was about leaving.

I mustered up all of my strength in that moment to walk away from her because I knew that if I did not we might have been standing there all night. I walked down their corridor, out into the courtyard and deeply inhaled the fresh air but secretly yearning for the scent of strawberries again.