Angel and his shaky legs made their way to his room where he collapsed on the bed.
A clear image of Buffy from a few moments before played in his mind. A clear image of Buffy, in that tiny black dress she had, in his arms, in his bed...
Angel groaned as his pants grew ever more uncomfortable. "Fuck," he growled out.
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"I think that my brother wanted to devour you back there," Connor said, making Buffy laugh loudly. He was sure there were more than enough people out there who just wanted to be a fly on the wall when those two came to their senses.
"He did seem pretty surprised," Buffy said, remember the look on his face. It sent chills through her entire body, which she then scolded herself for.
Connor gave her a pointed look, "You could say that, yeah."
Buffy laughed again in reply.
Xander pulled the car into a spot and smiled back at his new blonde friend. "You two are going to be turning heads all night," he told her and Willow, knowing this from his own personal experience earlier.
"Thank you," they both replied and got out of the car.
Buffy looked around taking the place in, feeling more excited about it, even if Angel wasn't going to come join them.
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Angel closed his eyes and released his hand from around his softening member. He took a few moments to calm down before cleaning himself off then sitting up, growling again and cursing a certain blonde girl who was messing with his head, his feelings, his moods, his entire life.
Angel stood up then went to his his closet. He began digging out some clothes then he went across to the hall to the bathroom and slammed it shut. He turned the shower on and started to strip.
He needed some time to cool down and think this over before he did something incredibly stupid.
He knew that he was going to either way, though.
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Buffy was having the time of her life. She enjoyed the band, and Willow's attraction to a certain guitarist even more. She enjoyed meeting new people, some who she knew wouldn't normally speak to her because of a certain missing male. Especially some of the guys that insisted on hitting on her tonight. She enjoyed getting to know her 'older' friends better as well, including Connor who happily gave little bits of information about his brother here and there, whether on purpose or not. Buffy wasn't always sure with him.
She enjoyed the free feeling. And just, the entire thing. The vibe, the atmosphere, the people, the club, the night. All of it.
She hadn't exactly had even one great day in so long, now she had five days worth so far and this was how it was being topped off? She knew she could get used to this... but never would.
But, she wasn't about to let those thoughts cloud it. Not today, not tonight.
Buffy smiled and got everyone back out onto the floor.
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Angel slipped his new clothes on, which wasn't easily in some cases since he didn't take the time to dry off properly, and continued cursing once more.
"This is completely ridiculous," he muttered to himself and quickly fixed his damp hair before swinging the door open and going back to his room. He grabbed a jacket out of his closet then grabbed his keys and headed back out of his room and down the hall.
Jenny was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room watching the television when he came pounding in. She looked up and then looked him over, a surprised look crossing her face.
"I'll be back later," he grumbled then muttered some more things she couldn't hear, but had an idea what they were. Then he opened the front door and made his way to his car. 'I cannot fucking believe this.'
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The band were taking a break, which gave Buffy the perfect opportunity to push Willow to her goals.
She, along with the rest of the gang, watched her shyly walk over there and started talking to Oz. Xander started making some silly comment but she didn't hear the rest of it as a set of strong arms circled around her waist from behind.
Buffy cursed the stool she was on that gave away such easy access to her and then whoever it was behind her.
She thought it was possibly that Riley Finn guy who'd been pretty touchy with her the whole night, which only got worse when she agreed to dance with him, hoping that'd be enough and he'd get the hint. Apparently, she'd been wrong though.
She was about to tell Riley, or whoever it was, off when they leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Dance with me."
Buffy froze. She honestly wasn't expecting him to be here. She gave up what tiny bit of hope she had in changing his mind over an hour ago, if not longer.
His arms loosened and she paused a second before slowly turning around, finally facing him.
"Angel," she breathed as their eyes locked and he smiled, then started taking off his jacket. She stared at him, utterly speechless.
His hair was still noticeably still damp, but was spiked and perfect as always. He removed his long black duster, placing it on top of her jacket she'd brought, leaving him in a plain black tee shirt that hugged him in all the right places. The best prize of all though was his cozy black leather pants.
Gone were his baggy jeans and casual dress pants. And she was perfectly fine with that plan.
He had on black boots and a black belt on as well. A silver chain slightly showing from his pants pocket.
The shower he took along with the darkness of the club made everything look even darker. His hair, his clothes, his eyes. He looked dark. Dark, dangerous and far too sexy for his own damn good.
Her tongue darted out and licked her lips and he held his hand out for her. She paused again, but only for a second, then grabbed it. And she let him lead her out the floor as the DJ put on a song to tide the crowd over while the band wasn't around.
Buffy easily snuggled herself against him, uncaring that everyone's eyes were on the two of them once they figured out who they were. Nor did she care about the feelings rushing through her, the ones she tried to deny to herself that she had, the ones that she didn't want to have. Not now and not about him. She just laid her head against him and enjoyed the moment.
'She's so tiny!' Angel thought as he looked down at her, gently rubbing his hands around on her back. Her personality always seemed to make her seem bigger somehow, but now, in his arms, he noticed how small the girl before him was. Especially up against him.
"Why'd you come?" Buffy asked him softly.
"I have no idea."
She chuckled and then looked up at him. "I'm glad you did," she told him then looked back down, laying her head back on his chest.
Angel smiled and pulled her slightly closer to him. "Me too," he whispered back to her.
And he was.
He hadn't been a few minutes ago as he sat outside the club in the parking lot wondering what in the world he was doing. He wasn't when he had to make his way to the door, being surrounded by all those people coming in and out. He hadn't been when he came in, people and music everywhere. He'd almost barreled through a large group who were by the door and in his way too. But when he saw her and made his way to her... it all slipped away.
Even with as completely small as she was, Angel felt like everything fit together properly somehow. She was small and warm, sweet and perfect. And in the cheesiest way possible, she felt safe and like home.
He knew he was in trouble.
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"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us after all," Connor said with a smirk as the two of them finally came back to the table, grabbing an extra seat for Angel along the way.
Buffy smiled, still unbelievably happy he was here, Angel on the other hand glared at Connor and hoped he'd shut up.
"Angel?" Buffy softly said, bringing him out of his state of mind with his brother.
"Yeah?"
"Will you take me to Disneyland?" She said with a huge smile on her face, trying to control her laughter.
Angel groaned but it turned into a laugh as well. "Saying no would do be absolutely no good, would it?"
"Probably not," she agreed. "I'd just show up in a bikini and..."
Angel groaned again.
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Angel's hands never left her the whole evening. He always found one excuse or another to touch her whether they were dancing, getting drinks, sitting around talking or whatever else. It was almost as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.
And as the night drew longer, it became a lot harder for him to keep his hormones in check. Something he hadn't exactly had issues with in the past.
Sure, he had been attracted to other females before. He'd been turned on by them and even fantasized about them before. But this was different.
As much as he'd wanted to play it off as she was the only female to ever be physically close to him so sure he'd be turned on, or that he was just long overdue, it was more than that.
His neighbors who insisted on having sex in front of their huge open windows could get a reaction from him. Sex tapes could. Angelina Jolie could. Baywatch could. Buffy though, it was needed. It was a craving. His hands couldn't get enough of her... and his heart wasn't far behind.
That was something he wasn't anywhere near admitting too, though. Being attracted to her, admitting that he was... that was a lot easier... Falling for her was a whole other story. That was something he knew he was never going to be able to deal with, but he sure couldn't stop it now.
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Since Buffy had plans to stay the majority of the weekend with Willow, she had to abide by her curfew, which was fastly approaching. Even if it was late, a lot later than her redhaired friends would normally be, she wasn't ready for it. It was still all too soon since Angel showed up.
Buffy sighed and leaned over to Angel, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you for coming," she said for the umpteenth time.
"You're welcome," he grumbled.
"Oh, you had fun so don't even start," she teased then released him. She reached to grab for her jacket, but his didn't seem to want to let it slide from underneath so she picked it up and handed it to him. "Here."
Angel laughed and took it. He planned to leave anyway seeing as she was.
Xander stood up and stretched, "Guess I'll be taking you ladies home."
Buffy looked at him, then back to Angel. "Or... if you want to stay and if it's okay with him... Angel could drive us..."
Connor held up his drink, "Excellent plan! He doesn't mind at all. And since well, I live with you, I guess I'm coming too."
'He sounds a bit too happy about this all...' Angel shrugged and said it was up to Xander, who was happy to let them leave so he could stay and hang with Jesse for awhile longer. The two of them were having a blast annoying Cordelia after all.
"You really don't mind?"
"No," Angel replied and led them out to his car.
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Everyone piled into the car and Angel started it but a thought occurred to him and he turned to the back. "Uh, Willow?"
Her head shot up and her eyes went wide. "What?"
"Uh, I don't know where you live..."
"Oh!" She said, relieved. Then when her heartbeat calmed enough she gave him directions and he started out.
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"I cannot believe I just spent a Friday night at The Bronze," Angel grumbled. She was sitting on the hood of his car and he stood in front of her, leaning in.
Buffy laughed and leaned into his chest. "I can't either."
"Guess you should probably go inside huh?"
"Yeah..."
He reluctantly moved out of her way and helped her down to the ground.
"Wasn't so bad was it?"
"Just don't get used to it."
Buffy laughed again. "I don't think you have a choice."
He wasn't sure if he did either. It honestly didn't seem like it.
Angel walked her up to the door and wished her a goodnight, along with Willow who returned the favor. Buffy hugged him again and whispered "Sweet dreams" before going inside.
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Connor had climbed up to the front seat when he walked back, that damn smirk still implanted there. "You should've kissed her."
"I'm not going to kiss Buffy," he grumbled. "And don't start with me."
A few minutes passed. Tension filling the air.
"If you don't ask her out soon, someone else is going to."
Angel, even though it never worked on him, sent his 'death glare' Connor's way.
"You know I'm right. And you know that shit doesn't work on me."
"I'm not asking Buffy, or anyone else for that matter, out," he growled.
"You should!"
Angel jerked his head away and looked out his window. "Sooner or later I'd have to tell her."
Connor shut up after that. He knew Angel was right.
