Hours had passed, Angel sat in his office speaking with Hamilton, another liaison to the Senior Partners. He had to be careful, especially with Buffy here if he wanted to stay under his radar and infiltrate the Black Thorn.

"…And the Slayers, what are your plans with them?" Angel knew he must answer carefully, he certainly didn't need Hamilton going after Buffy or Faith.

"Not an issue, they suspect nothing. Besides they're scheduled to fly out tomorrow."

Wesley suddenly appeared in the doorway, Angels attention turned to him, silently questioning his presence.

"What's up Wes? We're kind of in the middle of something."

"Actually, I needed to speak to you for a moment… Alone." Hamilton was not to be trusted as far as Wesley was concerned.

"It can wait." Angel instructed rather forcefully.

Wes was taken back, it wasn't like Angel to dismiss him so easily. Angel hadn't been himself recently, and it was beginning to disturb him.

"Yes. Of course, my apologies." Wesley backed out of the office, something was going on and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

...

They had shopped until their feet ached, Buffy wasn't sure she could survive another store. So when Faith suggested they leave to grab dinner Buffy didn't hesitate to agree.

Sitting in a Café off Sunset, Buffy listened as Faith rambled on about how much she loved Los Angeles. Which was weird considering this was where she was incarcerated for over three years.

A chill ran through her, looking outside the window, Buffy searched for the cause. Shocked she spotted Angel across the street, sitting on a bench talking to none other than Nina.

Faith noticing Buffy was distracted, followed her line of sight. "B, wait… I'm sure it's not what it looks like."

Her pulse quickened, what reason could he possibly have to be meeting with her. Buffy continued watching until Angel left, leaving Nina alone holding an envelope that he had given her.

...

Angel had returned to the office only to be bombarded by his friends. They blamed him not only for Fred's death, but they also believed he had switched sides. He only hoped that the Senior Partners were just as convinced.

He had left earlier and met with Nina. Despite Buffy's return to his life, he couldn't allow her to stay in L.A. knowing the danger she was in. So he gave her three plane tickets, to ensure her and her family's safety. It was the least he could do, after leading her on these past few months.

Tense with worry about the upcoming days, he was glad to have at least one more night with Buffy. He couldn't reveal his plan to anyone before she was safely back in Ohio. He wouldn't risk anyone involving her, when he wasn't even sure he would make it out alive.

...

Buffy stood outside Angels door debating whether or not she should knock, when suddenly the door opened revealing a shirtless Angel.

"Buffy."

She wasn't sure how to react, was he planning on telling her about his little meet up?

"Hey, can we talk?"

This certainly wasn't the reception he had been expecting, stepping aside he motioned for her to enter.

Once she was inside he wasted no time pulling her to him, "I missed you.".

Buffy eyed him warily, "Did you? Because it sure didn't seem that way when you were on your date.".

Completely distracted Angel had began kissing his way down her neck when realization dawned on him. He didn't know how she knew he had met with Nina, but he had to think fast. He couldn't give her any indication that something was wrong.

"It wasn't a date, I met her to give her some information Wes found on Werewolf transformation."

He hated lying to her, but at this point it seemed like his entire existence was a lie. He was lying to his friends, his office, hell sometimes he even wondered if he were lying to himself.

Nuzzling her ear, he allowed his hands to roam over her body. "I love you."

Buffy knew he was keeping something from her, he wasn't nearly as good of a liar as he thought. Though he was doing an excellent job at distracting her from that fact.

"I've imagined being inside of you all day."

Buffy could feel his hard length pressing into her stomach, he was definitely making it difficult to focus.

"We're suppose to be talking, remember?"

Angel groaned, he didn't want to waste his last few hours with her talking. Pressing his forehead to hers, he stared at her with such intensity Buffy almost looked away.

"Cèile, let me make love to you."

He wasn't playing fair, he knew what it did to her when he started whispering things in Gaelic. She wasn't even sure what most of it meant, but she loved it none the less.

Snaking her hands around his neck, she pulled his mouth down to hers. His kiss was slow, taking his time he explored every curve. Gently he slipped his tongue between her teeth, teasingly drawing hers out. Gone was the rush of yesterday, tonight he planned to show her just how much she meant to him.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist as he spun them around, sitting her on the edge of the kitchen counter. Angels hands slid down her hips , kneading her flesh as they went. When he reached the end of the sundress she was wearing, he slowly began pushing the material back up.

Teasingly Angels stroked up her inner thighs, almost touching, but never quite reaching the place she craved him most. Kissing her lips one last time, he broke away and dropping to his knees.

Nestled between her thighs, Angel slowly spread her legs, as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. Beginning at her knee, he left a trail of soft kisses all the way up to the apex of her thighs. Placing a single kiss on top of her silky black thong, he kissed his way down and back up her other leg.

Buffy shook in anticipation, her hands raked through his spikey brown hair, she wanted nothing more than to pull him right where she needed him. Allowing her sandals to slide off, she moved her hands to the counter behind her. Resting her weight on her elbows, she couldn't stop her hips from rising off the surface.

Hooking his thumbs in her panties, he slowly pulled them over her hips, revealing her dripping sex. Angel watched as one of his fingers disappeared inside of her wet folds, he worked her until she was meeting his thrust, silently begging for more. Relenting, Angel added a second finger, which elicited a moan from Buffy.

His lips felt as though they were everywhere, except where she wanted him most. Raising her dress further, he left a trail of kisses over her abdomen. "Pleassse." She begged as he continued working her with his hand.

Feeling sorry for her, Angel began tracing her outer folds with his tongue. His teasing persisted until every muscle in her body wound tight, her knuckles were white from their grip on the counter.

"Angel, I need. Please. Oh God. I cant. Angel, I love you."

Once again, it was those three words that did him in. He couldn't deny her any longer, giving in Angel gently ran his tongue back and forth over her clit, before lightly taking it between his teeth.

She came without a sound, her body shook as her orgasm washed through her. She wasn't even sure she was breathing, warmth flooded her body. Even as she began to float back to reality, tiny tremors continued to course through her.

When it became too much, Buffy struggled to sit up, pulling Angels head from between her thighs. With a growl Angel rose from his knees in full game face. Without hesitation Buffy grabbed him, pulling his face down to her own.

While kissing him she softly ran her tongue over each of his fangs, which caused a gentle purr to form in Angels chest. Buffy's hands finding his belt, began to work the buckle as Angel yanked at her dress, shredding it.

His cock pulsed, any moment now he was sure the zipper would burst. Breaking the kiss, he turned his head in an effort to calm himself, he hadn't meant to let the demon slip.

"Angel, stop." With blunt teeth Buffy bit down on his neck. "I want all of you." Angel couldn't take it anymore, crushing his lips to hers once again, he tasted the metallic fluid of his mate.

Finally ridding him of his belt, Buffy quickly unbuttoned his pants and worked them down. His cock sprang free, moisture already accumulating at his tip. Taking him in her hands, Buffy stroked him firmly with one hand, while she cupped his balls in the other.

"Buffy, love. Slow down."

Leaning forward, Buffy slowly slid off the counter. He had only ever let her do this a handful of times, claiming it was too much for him to bare. Buffy sank down until her mouth was level with him, slowly guiding him to hers lips, she used her tongue to circle his head.

Angel groaned, using one hand he gripped the back of her head, while the other held onto the counter behind her, steadying himself. It took all of his strength not to ram himself into her scorching mouth.

Unexpectedly, Buffy took all of him down her throat. Fighting the urge to gag, Buffy held still until her need for air became overpowering. Slowly she began to release him one centimeter at a time.

Angel couldn't take it, he needed to be inside her now, he couldn't wait a second longer. Gripping her by the arms, he yanked her to her feet. Startled, Buffy went to protest but was cut off by Angels crushing kiss. Lifting her feet from the ground Angel backed them into the first solid wall he could find.

Buffy raised her legs, locking them around his waist as Angel positioned himself at her entrance. Filling her with one swift stroke.