A/N: So, I'm a little sad. A sincere thanks to all those who reviewed Chapter 3, but I want more! I know there are more of you out there that read it, so please do me a favor and take a few seconds to review it when you're done with the chapter. It would make me soooo much happier. I need the validation. :)

Also, prepare for smut.

Chapter 4

Buffy and Angel crashed through the door to his apartment, sloppily trying to swallow each other's faces. Through the entire cab ride back from the bar, Angel had teased Buffy mercilessly with feather light touches, grazing kisses, and naughty whispers.

As soon as the door clicked closed, Buffy reached up and yanked Angel's dress shirt open. Buttons flew across the room and Angel gasped.

Someone else shrieked.

"Oh my God! My eyes!"

Buffy and Angel froze. Angel growled, a very manly sound that made Buffy shiver.

"Cordelia," Angel hissed. Buffy's curiosity piqued at the sound of his sister's name, but she didn't dare turn around. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, there was a little mishap at my apartment and I need a place to stay for a few days," Cordelia explained. Angel sighed and Buffy knew he was thinking that they wouldn't be doing what he had hoped. She had to admit, she was more than a little disappointed.

"You didn't even bother warning me first?" Angel asked.

"I called, several times. You never answered." Angel dug out his phone and, sure enough, he had four missed calls and a voicemail from Cordelia.

"Great," Angel said.

"We could go to my place," Buffy whispered into his chest. He looked down at her, considering.

"Are you sure you're okay with that?" Angel asked. Buffy nodded silently. "Cordelia, make yourself at home. See you in the morning."

When they entered Buffy's apartment, they were much more careful. Buffy peeked inside like she was breaking in and then flipped on the lights.

"Hello?" she called as they walked in. Clearly no one was there.

"Where's the bedroom?" Angel asked, his voice husky. He pressed himself against her back, letting her feel his erection. She shivered.

"Follow me," Buffy said. She turned to Angel, smiling devilishly, and slipped her dress down to her waist, exposing her black lace bra. Angel could see the outline of her erect nipples through the flimsy fabric and his mouth watered.

Next, the dress came all the way off, revealing a thong that matched her bra. Angel groaned. Buffy's smile grew and in the next step she unhooked her bra and tossed it at him. Her pert breasts bounced free and Angel imagined sucking on them, kissing them, squeezing them. He hadn't thought he could get any harder, but he did.

"Buffy," Angel whimpered. Buffy stopped walking. So did Angel. She smirked at him and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. Angel's heart beat faster.

Then she kicked off her shoes and kept walking. The thong stayed on.

"Buffy," Angel growled in warning. She giggled and then finally pushed her thong down her hips, her slim thighs, until it landed on the floor and she was gloriously naked. Angel wanted to cry.

Buffy stopped and waited to see what Angel would do. Would his control snap and make him take her right here in the hallway? Or was he stronger than that?

He wasn't. Angel couldn't stand to not be touching her, to not be inside her as quickly as possible. He rushed her, pressing her against the wall and kissing her hard before dropping to his knees and throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. One hand went to her thigh, the other to her ass as he leaned in and buried his face between her legs.

Buffy cried out as he traced her lips with his tongue, teasing her. Her fingers fisted in his hair and she arched against his mouth. The hand on her ass abandoned its spot and he traced his fingers over her hip and back down the front of her thigh before moving up to where his mouth was. Slowly, so achingly slowly, he eased one finger inside her. Buffy squirmed, feeling that he was inside but wanting so much more. He pumped his finger a few times before adding a second.

"Angel, Angel, Angel," Buffy panted as he worked her over. She felt Angel smile against her and suck harder on her clit. Her hands slammed back against the wall to steady herself as a shudder rang through her body.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "Keep going."

Keep going he did. He made her orgasm three times, just with his tongue. When she was too limp to move, he stood, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom.

Buffy looked over him as he laid her down on the bed and realized her was still fully clothed and that there was an uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants.

"You're wearing too many clothes," Buffy sighed.

"I know," Angel whispered. He quickly shed his shirt and pants, he wasn't wearing underwear, and then crawled onto the bed. Buffy couldn't stop quivering with excitement when she felt the bed dip beneath his weight. As he crawled over her, she shut her eyes and relished in the warmth radiating from his skin.

"Condoms?" He whispered as he kissed her neck. Buffy's eyes were still shut, and she explored his body with her hands, scraping her nails over his pecks, massaging his ass.

"Nightstand," Buffy whispered back. Angel reached into the top draw and was pleasantly surprised when his fingers grazed what was obviously a vibrator. It could be fun, later in their relationship. Reaching past her toy, he found the condoms and pulled out several, leaving all but one in a pile on the top of the bedside table. The one he kept and opened with his teeth before shifting and rolling it quickly over his painfully hard shaft.

"Are you ready?" Angel asked as he slipped his hand down her stomach and dragged a finger over her lips just to make sure. She was wet, sopping wet and it made him want to die in her arms.

"Yesss," Buffy hissed. Angel kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth at the same time he pushed himself inside her. Buffy's body bowed and she broke off the kiss to cry out. It was a long, shuddering, pleasure filled cry that Angel was pretty sure he would never tire of hearing.

Angel was determined to go slow this time. It would be difficult, he wanted nothing more than to just go crazy, but he gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. He pushed forward and pulled out, slowly but firmly. Buffy arched every time he entered her again, moaning happily and digging her nails into his bicep.

Angel wasn't sure how much longer he would last, so he decide to switch up their positions. He pulled out and ran his fingers down the length of Buffy's side.

"Roll over," he said softly. Buffy did as he asked, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She started to lift herself onto her hands and knees but Angel stopped her with a hand on her back. "No, stay down."

He reached over to the other side of the bed for a pillow and lifted her hips to slide it beneath her. She squirmed, wiggling her ass in the most enticing way. Angel groaned and shifted himself so that he blanketed her back. Then he pushed in again.

Buffy shuddered and moaned loudly. The fit was much tighter like this and she felt like she would burst, in a good way. It was also much more intimate, with his weight pressing down on her and his face in the crook of her neck. She could feel his breath on her cheek and hear his grunts in surround sound. This position also allowed for increased friction and Buffy was sure she would come with the very next thrust.

She didn't, but it was a battle. Every time he pushed back in, a little faster and with more force than in the previous position, Buffy couldn't help but cry out. She turned her face into her pillow and screamed, a long and drawn out sound, wishing he would let her come while at the same time wishing he would never ever stop.

Angel kept their pace relatively slow, but he wanted to come, and he wanted her to come. So he turned his head and scraped his teeth over her earlobe before whispering:

"Come, Buffy."

The next thrust was hard and come Buffy did. She came shuddering and moaning, tears leaking from her eyes. Feeling her internal muscles flutter and squeeze around him severed his last shred of control and he came too.

He rolled them over so that he was no longer pressing down on her and then got out of bed to dispose of the condom. When he came back, he pulled the sheets over them and snuggled Buffy close.

"I want to do it again, but I'm so tired," Buffy murmured, turning to face him and pressing her face into his chest. He felt her pressing slow, lazy kisses on his chest, every once in a while flicking her tongue out to taste him.

"It's okay. Sleep. We can go again in the morning."

When Buffy woke up the next morning, she was more than a little startled to find a body in bed with her. She fought a panic attack, rolling over slowly until she could see the person's face. Angel. Of course it was Angel. Images of the night before flashed through her mind, making her hot and needy all over again. She fought the urges when she looked at the clock and realized that it was almost ten a.m.

"Shit. Angel! Wake up!"

Buffy leapt from the bed and slipped on her robe before hurrying into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She and Angel were going to be so late for class. Angel grumbled from the bed, turning over and burying his face beneath the pillow.

"Angel, come on! We're so late," Buffy cried. Angel propped himself up on an elbow and motioned for her to sit next to him on the bed.

"Morning," he murmured when she sat down.

"Morning," she replied, a little breathless at the way he was staring. He leaned forward and captured her lips, kissing her slowly, leisurely. Buffy's arms went around his neck, sifting through the fine hairs at his hairline and he moved forward more, pressing her down into the pillows and moving on top of her.

"Mmm," Angel moaned, letting his tongue play with hers. Buffy giggled and then froze and started to push him away.

"No! We're late, Angel."

"So we play hooky," Angel shrugged. Buffy paused. She hated missing class, hated feeling behind, especially when so much of her and Iona's future hinged on her doing well in school.

"I can't," Buffy whispered.

"Buffy, you're brilliant. You and I? We're light years ahead of the other students, we can afford to take a mental health day," Angel promised. Buffy sighed and looked at him, thinking of how much fun they could have with an entire day.

"This cannot become a regular occurrence," she conceded. Angel grinned.

"Not a chance." He reached out for her arm and yanked her forward until she tumbled onto the bed, shrieking and giggling.

"What were you like in high school?" Buffy asked as she and Angel strolled down Sunnydale's main drag. After a playful and exhausting bout of morning sex, Angel had made her brunch in bed and then they'd made their way into town to shop. So far they'd been to a record store, and jewelry store, and a toy store.

"I was…a nerd," Angel admitted.

"No way," Buffy scoffed. Angel shrugged.

"It's true, I had a thing for numbers. I played water polo, but only because my father made me, and kept to myself."

"But you were one of those popular nerds, right? Not the life of the party, but someone everybody knew and liked?" Buffy asked, still unable to reconcile this suave, handsome version of Angel with the nerds she'd known in high school. It just didn't fit.

"No," Angel said with a laugh. "Pretty much nobody noticed me."

"Impossible."

"It's the truth! What about you?"

"I was the teenage mother." Angel shook his head and slung his arm around Buffy's shoulders, pulling her into his side. He had a hard time keeping his hands off her, sexually or otherwise.

"Before that," Angel clarified. Buffy laced her fingers through his and sighed.

"I was the good girl that was only cool because my older sister was. She got me into a lot of trouble too. She and I got our hands on some fake ids my freshman year and snuck into clubs on the weekends. We used to get older guys to buy our drinks and we'd get wasted. It made Riley crazy," Buffy laughed. Despite the way their marriage had turned out, their high school days, even the ones after Iona had been born, were good memories.

"You were dating Riley even back then?"

"Yep. We started dating the summer before I started high school. He was the hot older guy, and was the naïve freshman. He and Faith never got along, so it was always a little…exciting to be with him when I knew Faith didn't approve."

"So you cared more about what your sister thought than what your parents thought?" Angel asked as they strolled. Buffy snorted.

"My parents were oblivious. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but Faith and I lived pretty much independently from them, despite the fact we all lived under the same roof."

Angel stopped in front of a tiny café with an outdoor patio and gestured at the menu posted outside.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"I could eat," Buffy shrugged. Angel got a devilish smile on his face and pulled Buffy flush against him.

"Good, because you're really going to need your energy for later."

"Oh really? Just what did you have in mind?" Buffy asked, giggling. Angel leaned in and kissed her, giving her a preview of what he wanted to do to her later. Buffy gave a teeny tiny moan and pressed herself a little more firmly against him.

"Mommy!"

Buffy and Angel jumped apart like they'd been shocked. Iona came running at Buffy from just a few stores down, with Riley and Darla following closely behind. Buffy felt the heat rising in her cheeks at being caught, but tried her best to tamp down on it as she scooped Iona into a hug.

"Hi baby! Are you having fun with Daddy?" Buffy asked, crouching down in front of Iona and straightening her collar.

"Yeah! We're playing hoaky!"

"Hooky, baby, and remember that you're only allowed to do that when Daddy and I say it's okay. Right?"

"Right!"

"Hello, Buffy," Darla said in her usual saccharine voice. Buffy resisted the urge to grit her teeth and gave Darla a frosty smile.

"Darla."

"Mommy, who's that?" Iona asked, pointing at Angel, who was standing tall and stoic behind Buffy, ready to do whatever she asked of him. Leave, stay, blend into the background, whatever.

"That, Iona, is my friend Angel. Why don't you say hi?" Iona moved in front of Angel and looked him over before sticking out her hand.

"Hi," she said. Angel crouched and shook her hand.

"Hello, Iona." Buffy watched with a smile as Angel interacted with her daughter. Iona, who didn't like new people much, seemed to warm instantly to him.

"A little irresponsible of you, don't you think? Making out in public like that?" Riley asked as he joined the group. Buffy's eyes narrowed at him.

"A little irresponsible of you, don't you think, to have your daughter out of school for no reason at all? Especially when you know just how dangerous a habit like that can be?" Buffy spat. She noticed Darla eyeing Angel.

"I'm Darla," she purred, trying to wedge her way between Iona and Angel.

"Darla, back off," Buffy hissed. Darla arched a perfect eyebrow and moved back to Riley's side, winding her arms around his waist.

"Oh Buffy, I'm just being polite," Darla said, batting her eyelashes.

"I'm sure," Buffy snorted. Reluctantly, Buffy introduced Riley and Angel, and then watched as the two men engaged in some sort of macho man, testosterone poisoned, stare down. She was about to intervene when Riley backed down, flexing his hand.

"We have to go, but make sure Iona is back by five. She's having family dinner with Faith and I tonight," Buffy said.

"Fine," Riley shrugged. Buffy and Angel hugged Iona goodbye and then went inside the restaurant to eat.

"Well, that was fun," Angel said, laughing. Buffy sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to get you all tangled up in that yet. But Iona likes you, I've never seen her take to someone that quickly before," Buffy mused.

"Really?"

"Really."