It was getting late by the time they reached her flat, the temperature had begun to drop thanks to the light storm that had appeared out of no where.
Unlocking her apartment door Buffy entered closely followed by Angel who shut the door behind them the same time she switched on the overhead light, causing the room to become visible.
"I'm going to quickly change... make yourself at home." She said walking away from him, her wet clothes clinging to her with every move she made, which Angel couldn't help but watch not sure if it was because of the alcohol in his system or not.
Looking away when she disappeared from his sight Angel decided to do as she said and make himself at home, his own clothes sticking to him in an annoying manner.
Trying to ignore it he made his way over to the sofa before taking a seat knowing he was going to get the cushions damp, sighing he debated getting up or not, his limbs crying out their protest when he went to.
The dam alcohol was starting to affect him just when he didn't want it to, he needed this time to talk to Buffy about important stuff but instead all his mind could conjure up in that second was the first time he had been here and what they had been doing.
Closing his eyes Angel bought his hands to his head, using them to massage his slightly throbbing head, the water from his wet hair falling onto his already soaked trousers.
Seconds turned into minutes as he sat there waiting for her to come back.
Leaning back onto the soft cushions he felt his eyes growing tired, fighting to keep them open he yawned.
"Here," Buffy said walking over to him, a towel held in her outstretched arm for him to take, she had caught sight of his yawn and she couldn't help but think how cute he looked.
Opening his eyes Angel caught sight of the towel, reaching out he took the offered item from her, his eyes taking that opportunity to sneak a glance at her, she was wearing a pair of grey shorts with a white tank top, nothing special yet he thought she looked appealing, maybe it was the fact he could see her naked legs, deciding it was not the time to be thinking about her like that he instead took a deep breath and started to dry his face, grateful to have the distraction.
After drying the bits he could without striping Angel turned to look at her, she was now sat across from him on the sofa, knowing he still needed to apologize to her he took a quick breath, "Buffy, I want to apologize to you about how I spoke to you at the bar,"
Holding up a hand to stop him going any further Buffy began to talk, "Angel you don't owe me anything...you wanted to be on your own and I wouldn't take the hint."
Shaking his head slightly Angel couldn't believe what he was hearing, he had snapped at her because he had been thinking about himself and there she was saying he didn't need to say sorry and that it was her fault.
"No, you were only trying to help and I was being an asshole...I'm sorry," he said seriously, taking that moment to make a promise to himself that he wouldn't be an asshole to her again, especially when he had no right to.
"Look Angel, I understand you blame me for what happened between you and Darla...but I never wanted this to happen, I never wanted any of this to happen..."
Moving closer to her Angel reached out and placed his hand under her face, using his finger to lift her chin so she was looking at him, "I don't blame you Buffy...what happened that night was mostly down to me, I was the one who took things to far, you're not to blame for any of this."
Knowing he was trying to make her feel better Buffy shook her head, "As much as I want to believe that...I'm as much to blame as you are I knew..." she began to say before she was cut off by his lips.
Without thinking Angel had closed the distance between them and kissed her, he hadn't known what had possessed him to do so but all he did know was that it felt nice.
Lifting a hand he placed it on the side of her face, loving the way he could feel her jaw move when she finally began to kiss him back, slanting his head he deepened the soft kiss.
Within moments Angel had lowered her to the sofa and was lying on top of her, his hips being cradled by her thighs.
Becoming lost in the moment he sighed at the feelings inside of him, the alcohol making his judgments melt away allowing him to enjoy every second of being close to her, slowly he trailed a hand down her neck, over her chest, along her ribs until it settled on her side, his fingers itching to feel the skin under her tank top, finding the urge to great to resist he used that hand to push up her top before trailing his fingers over her espoused flesh, her skin was so soft it made him moan quietly.
Wanting to be closer to her Angel ran his hand further down her body, until it came to rest on her thigh, his fingers touching the skin he had been taking interest in earlier with his eyes, moving his hips slightly he made more room for what he wanted to do next.
Kissing him back Buffy ran a hand through his wet hair, loving the way his weight was pressing her into the couch, all through her teenage years she had imagined what it would be like to be with him, what it would feel like to kiss him.
And now she was finding out.
Hearing her moan Angel lifted his head away from hers, which resulted in him breaking their kiss, wanting to see her face Angel smiled down at her, the side of his mouth lifting in a grin that had worked wonders for him before.
Loving the way she felt under him Angel moved his hand on her thigh so his fingers were spread along the top of her leg, needing to feel every bit of her as he could, wanting a repeat of their only night together Angel pushed his hand up so her shorts began to bunch up and allow his hand the opportunity it needed to take their situation to the next step.
The action was like a slap in the face for Buffy, snapping open her eyes in surprise she managed to push him off her while jumping to her feet, her breathing all over the place while she thought about what had just happened along with what might have happened if she had let things go any further.
"What's wrong...why'd you pull away?" Angel asked generally confused.
"Why?" she parroted surprised by his question, wasn't it obvious, "Because what just took place can't happen." She told him, her arms crossing over her chest as if it would stop her heart beating so fast.
Angel just looked at her a frown of confusion on his face as he tried to think of why it was so wrong, the alcohol in his system stopping him from making a connection.
Becoming frustrated with him along with herself for letting it happen Buffy threw her hands up in the air, "God you're even drunker then I thought you were."
Continuing to look at her Angel sat back on the sofa, his hand rising to run threw his hair, "I'm not that drunk...and what's so wrong about what we did?"
Rolling her eyes at his question she sat down on the chair located on the other side of the room, making sure that she wasn't near him, "Angel, you're not thinking straight okay...you just broke up with Darla, I understand your upset and lonely but I'm not going to have sex with you...I can't do it things are to complicated as it is."
Forcing himself to listen to her words Angel took a moment to think straight, on some level he knew she was right, he was still angry with himself over Darla but during their foreplay she hadn't even entered his mind once...he had been focused on Buffy and no one else.
Blinking quickly he slowly looked towards her, Buffy was so beautiful in a way Darla only hoped to be, all through his years with Darla she had never shown any compassion towards him like Buffy did to others, not wanting to make things worse between them he pushed all his confusing thoughts to the back of his mind, "I guess your right." He told her quietly forcing himself to agree with her...for the moment.
Sitting there for silent moments Buffy took that time to think, god it had felt good to have him but she knew he was drunk and still pinning over Darla and he would be for a long time, he had a right to be they had been together since high school.
She honestly didn't know what she had been thinking letting him kiss her, she should have pushed him away, told him to stop but she had been taken by surprise and amazed at how easily he had taken control over her, she had never wanted anyone as much as she had wanted the man sitting across from her, non of her boyfriends had ever caught her attention the way he had in high school.
Wanting to shake her head at how crazy that sounded Buffy instead decided that what she had felt for Angel was nothing more then puppy love... that had been one sided, it had been lust and nothing more.
And nothing had changed; he was drop dead gorgeous how could it not be lust.
Knowing that what happened between them had been wrong on some level he couldn't see thanks to the beers he had drunken earlier Angel pushed himself to his feet before heading towards the door.
Seeing where he was going Buffy got to her feet before following after him, she knew it might be better to let him walk away but she didn't want to end it like this, what happened had been a mistake and she didn't want it to ruin their chance at becoming friends.
"Angel wait."
Stopping at her request he stopped by the open door, his hand still on the handle, "I think it might be better if I go." He told her without turning to look at her.
"Angel, what happened was a mistake, I don't want it to mess anything up..."
Looking over his shoulder at her Angel smiled, "Thing's are already as messed up as they can get."
"No there not," she said honestly, her mind thinking of ways it could be worse, wanting him to know what happened between them was behind her Buffy stepped closer, "What happened is already behind me...it's late why don't you spend the night."
At her words Angel had a picture of her under Neath him once again only this time they were both naked with nothing between them, having a feeling that's not what she meant he closed her apartment door making sure to lock it, "Okay, like you said it's getting late."
Glad he had decided to stay Buffy smiled at him before turning and disappearing out of sight.
Ten minutes passed before she came back into the living room where Angel was sat on the sofa waiting for her.
"I made the spare room up for you," she told him, pointing in the direction she had appeared from.
Getting to his feet Angel followed her into the room, his eyes taking in all the objects placed around the room, turning his head in her direction he spoke, "Thank you."
"Your welcome." She told him before heading out of the room.
Moving quickly Angel managed to catch hold of her hand in a light hold, "I don't just mean the room...thank you for everything you've done."
Slowly Buffy smiled at him before taking her hand back from his, "Goodnight Angel," was all she said before she left the room, making sure to close the door behind her with a quiet click.
Angel watched her go, his eyes on the closed door for more time then was necessary, taking a deep breath he was surrounded by the smell of her, everything in her apartment smelled like her, glad about that Angel pulled his still damp shirt over his head followed by his shoes, sock and trousers, which laid in a heap on the floor.
Climbing into the bed he deliberately turned on his side so his face could burry into the pillow which is where he could smell her fabric softener, smiling lazily Angel closed his tired eyes and was asleep in less then three minutes.