Thanks again for the reviews, i appreciate them! chapter two was a bit choppy but i've made sure to make transitions smoother :)
The only thing that lit the room were all the candles, like tiny fireflies lighting up the night sky. The light cast a beautiful glow over her body, slim yet muscular legs, taught stomach and perfect breasts. Angel ran his hands over her thighs coming up to grip her waist.
Her head tipped backwards, moans escaping from her lips. Angels grip tightened, assisting her as she rode him hard.
"Ang... el" Buffy's voice broke as she came.
Angel's eyes peeled open slowly, his alarm ringing loudly, interrupting the best dream he'd had in a long time. They'd been growing over time, getting more vivid each night.
Vivid was an understatement, it felt so real, every kiss and every touch - buried deep inside her. He closed his eyes. He wanted her badly. His pulse was still speeding; if his dreams were an indication of what was to come he couldn't wait to have her legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper inside.
Angel reached under the elastic of his boxers but before he could think about satisfying himself, someone was knocking loudly at the door. Perfect. He lay still, hoping that they'd leave.
The knocking got more forceful, he could hear mumbling from outside. Angel groaned getting out of bed, whoever it was, was going to get a sore one to the face.
He pulled open the door quickly, the sun was blinding his eyes but before he could see who'd been causing the racket he saw a flash of peroxide blonde and heard a thud "bloody hell!"
Looking down to the man crumpled on the floor he let out a chuckle, inappropriate timings were his thing. "Spike, what brings you here?" Laying face down on the ground, Spike groaned "walked in on Drusilla shagging some wanker" he rolled himself onto his back and stared up at his friend.
Angel sighed; the three of them had been friends since they were pre-teens, those two although on and off, had pretty much been together for at least ten years. He stretched out his hand to help Spike up from the floor.
Spike nodded in thanks and rubbed his hand over his face; he'd had too much to drink but could feel a hangover already starting its painful hammering in his head. "Got any booze?!"
Angel followed Spike into the kitchen; he could tell that alcohol was the last thing that his friend needed. He brought a bottle of water out of the fridge and handed it to him, along with a packet of pain killers.
Reluctantly Spike accepted the water and downed half the bottle to inhale the painkillers "alright if I stay here a few days mate?" He looked over to gauge the look on Angels face, they may be friends but it wasn't always peachy between them.
Angel flicked his eyes and nodded ever so slightly, a few days would be okay. Not like he could cause much trouble in that time. At least he hoped.
Oooooooooooooo
"Buffy, the buff-ster! Later? The Bronze, you're coming right?!" Xander grinned and pointed his hands in a small dance towards her.
Buffy laughed at his goofy smile, it was hard not to like Xander. She didn't know him as well as she knew Willow but she could see his charm and how he cared. She was supposed to see Angel tonight for drinks but they'd not spoken since their last session a few days ago, so she wasn't even sure if that was still happening.
She smiled at him, confirming that she'd be attending that evening. Xander clapped his hands together "Good, gathering of friends having a good time, just like high school... only without the mind numbing hell that we endured actually in high school"
Willow rolled her eyes at him, to most people he wasn't funny, awkward in a way but she understood that and loved him for it. He clasped her hand with his, placing a kiss on top.
Buffy forced a smile, she was genuinely happy for them - they loved each other no matter how many fights they'd been through. It's just seeing them wrapped up in each other, a lonely feeling niggled its way in; she didn't want to be alone.
Glancing over to the clock she stood up and headed for the door "I'll see you guys later, got a few things to do just now okay?" Both of them glanced up from staring at each other in a sickly loving way, nodding at her, Willow smiled "Sure, see you tonight!"
With a final wave Buffy made her way out the apartment and headed out towards Sunnydale Community College. Her courses were due to start on Monday so just a few details had to be finalised.
She made her way across the campus and smiled, it felt good getting back into education. It had been over a year and a half since she'd left her coursework unfinished though not out of choice. The class schedule looked okay, not too crammed together nor too spaced out; it would give her a chance to study consistently and hopefully have passing grades.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket stirring her out of her thoughts, looking at the screen before answering she felt something akin to nerves run through her; it was Angel.
"Hey Buffy, are we still on for tonight?!" His voice sounded hesitant.
Taking a moment to answer, she thought whether or not it would still be a good idea to meet up with him. Not one for jealousy but it ripped through her when she saw those scratches on his back.
"I'll maybe be at The bronze tonight" she'd leave the offer open, if he wanted to show he can, if not, she wouldn't be as hurt if he didn't come.
"Yeah, ill maybe see you there, bye"
Buffy ended the call and placed the phone back in her pocket, maybe he'd come, maybe not - he didn't sound so sure, like he had better things to be doing.
Thinking fast, she turned in the direction of the mall, regardless if he decided to show up, a new outfit would make her feel better and maybe if he appeared then she would want to look her best and impress him.
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Buffy styled her hair, put on her makeup and finally put on the new outfit she had bought only a few hours ago, the dress accentuated her curves yet still had modesty written over it. It felt like she was getting ready for a serious date - a date she was unsure that was going to happen, their plans weren't concrete.
She left her apartment and caught up with Willow and Xander who were just about to leave for the cab they had called. Buffy already felt like a third wheel and they hadn't even left the apartment block, hopefully things would pick up.
The Bronze was packed, being a Friday night it usually was; luckily they found a table and Xander bought the first round of drinks. Occasionally she'd glance around looking out for the tell tale spiky hair or his deep brown eyes on his beautiful face, but there was still no sign of him. It gnawed at her that she was being stood up.
She felt silly for getting done up for no reason and should have known better, he wasn't interested in her - he just felt bad for knocking her over. On her way out of the door she felt a hand slide around her bicep to stop her.
A brief moment of panic was squashed by mortification, Angel was standing by her, he released her arm from his grip, trailing his fingers lightly on her skin "you're not leaving, are you?!" Buffy smiled a little too widely "No, of course not" she found it hard to contain her excitement that he had actually shown up.
"Buy you a drink?!" Angel nodded towards the bar and led them both towards it, when he ordered she stood back far enough so that the bartender wouldn't ask if it was for her.
Angel handed her the drink, quickly steering them towards an enclosed booth that had became free. Buffy took a gulp of the alcohol; the liquid burned its way down her throat. Her eyes flicked around the booth, she didn't know what to say. Dates weren't unfamiliar to her; they were more casual than this. Going out for drinks was a first.
Eventually her eyes connected with his, she couldn't help but smile - the look he was giving her made her pulse race. "Not saw you in a while, how have you been?"
Buffy took another sip "I've been good, how have you been?" His smile got wider as he leaned closer to her "better now" even though it was cheesy her heart skipped a beat.
Angel shifted round the booth so he was almost pressed up against her, he leaned over to her whispering in her ear "I'm glad you came" he looked over to see her bite her lip. Her eyelashes fluttered a coy smile working its way on her face. She was good with words, having an intelligent conversation came easy to her but he somehow turned her into a quivering mess.
He motioned to her to ask if she wanted another drink, she replied with a nod of the head, sending him over to the bar swiftly.
On the way past, Xander made a few smart comments to her about Angel whilst he was absent. It was clear that there was something that was not amicable between them. He sneered as Angel came back with their drinks, retreating from the area and rejoining Willow who seemed none the wiser to the hostility between them.
"What was that about?!" She had to ask, from all the interactions shed seen; everyone liked Angel and didn't have a bad thing to say about him.
Angels face contorted, downing his drink quickly "something happened a long time ago... Best not to get into it" he looked at her, his big brown eyes filled with sadness.
"We don't have to talk about it" she shrugged her shoulders, the look on his face made her stomach drop. It pained her to see that, it must run deep if there was still bad blood. She downed her own drink, wincing at its strength but liking the effects it was having on her senses. Best not to dwell on Angels pain, she linked her fingers with his and nodded towards the dance floor.
Angel looked at their entwined hands, his hand engulfed hers, her hand was small, delicate and soft to the touch. It felt good.
He led her over to the dance floor, his free arm sliding around her waist pulling her close, Buffy's hand gently resting on his chest. The music had changed from upbeat music to slow songs. Buffy felt safe and secure being wrapped up in his arms; it felt like she belonged there.
Angel inhaled deeply, the smell of vanilla and cherry blossoms assaulted his senses. He pulled her closer feeling every inch of her body pressed against his; taking advantage of the situation his hand slid down to cupped her ass.
He unlocked his fingers from hers, immediately tracing the shape of her face. Angel tipped her jaw upward placing a soft kiss on her lips; Buffy opened her mouth accepting his tongue. Before the kiss could get any deeper, they were jolted out of their embrace by a smash of a bottle and loud shouting.
Angel spun around to see what the cause of the disturbance was, his arm positioned protectively in front of Buffy. Looking across the bar he saw two men throwing punches at each other.
"Stay back" he stroked her arm and strode over to the fight. Buffy watched him leave, her mouth agape, he'd stirred something inside of her.
The two men were grappling on the ground, as Angel got closer he saw the hair then heard the accent. Spike. Once again his timing was flawless. Bouncers made their way over and managed to get in between them, pulling them apart. Spike tried to throw a punch over the bouncers shoulder, attempting to hit the other man.
"Come on, hit me again you wanker!" The other man glared but was pushed back by the bouncer; he brushed off the insult and was escorted outside.
Spike was grabbed by the top and dragged outside as well. Angel followed the pair of them, no doubt if left alone there would be another fight, one that could go wrong for his friend.
Buffy grabbed her jacket a few moments later, heading for outside. She pushed open the door, not having far to look for Angel or the grappler "Spike, what the hell you doing?"
He ran his hand over his bleach blonde hair, the black paint on his finger nails chipped and unsightly. Spike sat down on the step, his head turning to flash a smile at his friend.
"Felt like a fight, adrenaline rush"
Angel shook his head "Unbelievable. Spike, if you keep acting like this you can leave" he was tightly wound; things were going good with Buffy, now he wasn't sure how the night would end.
Spike stood up but stumbled and fell onto his hands and knees, the amount of alcohol he'd consumed proving too much. Angel sighed, he couldn't leave him in this state, it was pathetic.
"Angel?!" Buffy looked over in concern, she could tell that they two were friends and even though Angel looked mad he showed affection towards the drunkard.
Angel came over to her, his hand tracing her jaw line just like earlier "sorry Buffy, I got to make sure Spike gets home safe" he'd love nothing more to take her home alone but he couldn't pass up his responsibilities.
Her heart clenched a little, they'd been having a good night, for it to be ending so quick wasn't fair, but she understood.
"That's okay, I'll see you around" she smiled lightly, staring up at him. Angel pulled her close for a deep kiss, if he was leaving her just now, he'd make sure shed be thinking about him all night.
"Yeah, see you soon" he whispered against her lips then stole a quick kiss. Her lips tingled excitedly, for a goodbye kiss it was amazing. Buffy pouted a little, she wanted more. A small smile tugged at her lips, the look in his eyes was one she could tell rivalled hers, this would have to be continued. Sadly, she headed back inside the club to join her friends.
Walking over to the drunken mess of a friend, Angel pushed him gently in the direction of his house, he wasn't going to be overly kind, Spike had put a damper on his plans.