She sat on the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs crossed, her eyes locked onto the large television screen directly in front of her. She wanted all the achievement this game had to offer, and she wouldn't rest until she got every last one of them. Her fingers rapidly pressed buttons, her tongue peeked out from between her pursed lips, tense with concentration. She leaned closer to the t.v, as if it would help her in sniping one of the enemies she targeted. No form of emotion passed over her features as a head exploded, covering the screen with blood and brains for a few seconds before continuing on with the battle.

"Fucking bastard," she murmured, sniping yet another enemy's head clear off.

She heard a muffled groan from behind her and paused the game, turning to face the man who she could only love and admire at night, when he slept, and while simultaneously hating herself that she was allowing fear and insecurity to control her feelings for him. He rolled over, one eye opening and peering at the small blonde at the edge of the bed. She sat there innocently, the controller by her side, the large t.v. on blasting. Groggily, he sat up against the headboard, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey," he spoke softly to her, knowing she was still upset. "Did you sleep?"

"Yup," her voice was almost...cheery. "I woke up early so I could get a head start on the next quest."

He looked from her to the television and nodded. He knew she really loved the new game he got for her, and when it came to Buffy, any money he spent was well worth it. But, he also noticed that she had been spending most of her time playing this game. He knew he shouldn't judge her, especially with everything he put her through, but he couldn't help but worry over how unhealthy it was.

"Do you want to go to the park? Maybe get a nice lunch? The news last night said it would be nice today."

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head, returning her attention to the television. He sighed and watched as she un-paused her game, and then surprisingly, shut it off.

"I have a better way to spend our afternoon."

He watched as she crawled up to him, settling herself on his lap. She ground her hips hard into his and he groaned, placing his hands on her waist.

"Buffy. Stop. We shouldn't--"

"Shh," she whispered, placing a finger delicately on his lips. "Don't worry so much."

He knew very well that this was wrong. He knew that he shouldn't have been allowing her to be kissing his neck, trailing her hands down his body, slipping inside his boxers...

"Stop, Buffy," he whispered huskily, grabbing her wrist before she could grab him.

Her eyes met his, clouded over with lust and something else. Something he couldn't quite identify. She knew he wanted this. She knew he wanted her mouth around his length, suckling him lovingly, touching him softly, then sheathing him in her tight heat. She slid her hand from his weak grip and took his hands in hers, placing them on her ass. She was convinced she could do this, that she would do this. And his conscience would not stop her. She then took his face in her hands, leading his lips to hers. She pressed her tongue against his lips, and he opened his mouth obediently, unable to control himself any longer. She was on top of him, kissing him, and he was kneading the flesh of her rear. What could go wrong?

She could feel his ever growing erection between her legs, pushing against the fabric of her pajama pants and she moaned into his mouth. Sensually, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, in and out teasingly. He grabbed her firmly, pulling her to rub against his straining erection. Moaning alongside him, she rested her forehead against his, letting him control her body. She squeezed her thighs together, holding him tightly against her sex, and his grip on her loosened, his hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. He opened his eyes and stared up at her, her green eyes staring right back at him.

Flipping them over, he kissed her softly, letting her know that this was no longer for him, for them. It was just for her. When he pulled away from her she stared up at him expectantly, wondering what the hell he was doing.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her neck softly.

She sighed, running her finger through his hair and turning her head to give him better access. His lips felt so good against her skin, she wished he would never stop.

"I love you so much it hurts, Buffy."

He felt her legs spread for him, and he took that as a good sign. He intended on showing her just how much he loved her.

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She curled up next to him, completely sated. Her bottoms and panties were long gone and her tank top was bunched up to her breasts, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. He held her close, their problems long forgotten. She sighed, looking up at his content face.

"Angel?," she whimpered, burrowing herself deeper in his embrace.

"Hm?"

"Didn't you want to come?"

He looked down at her, stroking some hair from out of her face. She looked so innocent, and the hesitance in her question just added to that image.

"Yes, but sweetheart, I promise you, when the time is right you and I will be coming together, multiple times. Right now, it's about you. I want you to know that I love you, and only you. And I want you to be comfortable with both our bodies being together again before we just jump right into making love."

She laid with him quietly, thinking over all he said. She knew he was right, but more then anything did she want to prove that she was better then Darla. The fear of him leaving her was still there, and it was still great, and she didn't know what she could do to make it go away. Tentatively, she slid her hand down his stomach, resting at the waistband of his boxers. He watched her silently, then looked to see her expression; she was nervous.

"Can I...can I touch you?"

He placed his hand on hers, caressing her fingers softly.

"Only if you want to. Only if you feel you are ready."

She slid her hand away from his, gently stroking his stomach in thought.

"I think I should..."

"...wait. It's alright."

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They sat at the table together, quietly snacking and talking about nothing in particular. It was comfortable. Looking at the time, Angel stood, kissing Buffy on the forehead as he made his way out of the kitchen and walking towards the front door. Mail was to be expected. He opened the door and checked the mailbox; quite a few letters filled the once empty space. Sighing, he pulled the bundle out and began to fish through it as he made his way back to the kitchen. Sitting down again, he began handing Buffy her mail; a letter from her mom, a magazine, another magazine, and...

He stared at the letter for a moment, only holding it tightly in his hands before scanning the return address.

"Angel," he heard her soft voice. "What's wrong?"

He looked up at her again, then down at the letter in his hand. He passed it to her slowly. He didn't know how she was going to be able to handle this.

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"It was my sisters son," she raged, but the man in front of her looked less then amused with her actions.

"And the girl is clearly not guilty. You know, we can get in trouble if you pursue this, Liliah. I suggest you don't."

"But she murdered him!"

"And he was beating and raping her! Who is a jury going to side with? A rapist or his victim?"

She paced a few steps before turning back to him.

"We don't know the whole story. We're just supposed to believe her?"

"Liliah. There were pictures, documents, witnesses-"

"The only witness to her wounds was her lover. Does that really count?"

"Of course it does. He was under oath. And the friend also was a witness."

"But--"

"Listen to me. If you continue to pursue this, you will be doing it on your own time. Wolfram and Hart will not be involved. But more importantly, do not contact the girl. Unless you have sufficient evidence against her and her claims, you leave her be. We don't need a harassment lawsuit on our asses...as ironic as that'd be."

Liliah sighed and left her bosses office, knowing very well that he didn't know about the letter she had sent to the 'victim'. She was really gonna get it this time.

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It's poopy, it's short, but I think it's better then nothing. And, we're introducing W&H more into the story! w00ts! I'm sorry for the lateness and I will try my best to update sooner and better.