Author's Note: I am doing some rewrites to the story. Chapter 9, Between Friends has been rewritten, so please be sure to read it. Anyways, I hope you like it.

Stay With Me

"I think my mom has a boyfriend in New York," I stated coming into the mansion.

"Why?" Angelus asked.

"She is going to New York again for two weeks," I replied.

"Maybe she just has to work," Angelus pointed out.

"I don't know," I responded.

"You should come and stay with me while she is gone," Angelus suggested.

"Really? You want me to stay here?" I questioned.

"Yea," Angelus answered. "You have stayed here before. You have a toothbrush and clothes here."

"I stayed here for a weekend, but we have never stayed together for two whole weeks," I reminded him.

"Buffy, I plan for you to move in here eventually, so I think we need to get used to being together for long periods of time," Angelus explained.

"Have you seriously thought about living with me?" I wondered with a smile.

Angelus nodded, "Of course, I have."

"Aww…that's so sweet," I said happily.

Angelus rolled his eyes and said, "Stay with me."

"Ok," I said pulling him into a kiss.

After my mother left to go to New York, I packed a few bags to stay at Angelus' house. When it became dark, Angelus came to the house.

"Do you have everything that you need?" Angelus asked.

"Yea, I do," I answered pointing at the bags.

Angelus grabbed the bags and took them to his car.

"I will take your bags to the bedroom. Then, I will give you a full tour of the house," Angelus informed me.

After he took my bags to the bedroom, he returned downstairs and began giving me a tour of the house. Even though I had been in the mansion many times, I spent most of my time in Angelus' bedroom.

As we walked into the kitchen, Angelus said, "I had the maid stock the refrigerator with food. If there is anything that you want, you can let me know and I will tell her."

"You live alone," I pointed out. "Why do you need a maid?"

"I hired her because Spike and Dru were slobs. I decided not to fire her after Spike and Dru stayed in Europe because I hoped that you would be hanging around here," Angelus admitted.

I smiled, "Aww…you have been so sweet lately."

Angelus rolled his eyes at my comment, but he pulled closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist to kiss me.

Before the kiss could lead anywhere, my stomach growled loudly.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I haven't eaten all day."

"Do you want me to cook you something?" Angelus asked.

"I didn't know that you could cook," I said with surprise.

"I have been around for over 200 years," Angelus reminded me. "I got bored. What do you want me to cook?"

"Surprise me," I responded.

"While I make dinner, you should go upstairs and unpack your stuff," Angelus said.

"That's a good idea," I agreed before I went upstairs to unpack.

After I finished unpacking, I returned to the kitchen which smelled fantastic.

"Dinner is almost ready," Angelus announced.

"What are you cooking for me?" I wondered looking at the food.

"Shrimp Alfredo with garlic bread," Angelus answered.

"My breath is going to reek," I pointed out grabbing a canned coke from the refrigerator.

Angelus looked at me as if I was crazy and said, "I don't care."

Angelus took a plate from the cabinet and placed a helping of pasta on it with two piece of garlic bread. After he handed the plate of pasta to me, I sat down at the dining room table and began eating.

"Mmm…" I moaned in appreciation. "This is so good."

Angelus sat down in the chair beside me and said, "I'm glad you like it."

"You are so getting laid tonight," I said taking another bite of the pasta.

Angelus chuckled, "In that case, I will cook dinner for you every night."

When I finished eating, I rinsed the plate out and placed in the dishwasher.

I walked over to Angelus and put my arms around his neck, "Thank you for making me dinner. It was delicious."

"You're welcome," Angelus replied wrapping his arms around my waist. "Now, you said something about getting laid."

"Did I?" I asked knowingly.

"Yea, you did," Angelus said pulling my lips to his.

After I woke up the next morning, I jumped in the shower. I fixed my hair and put on some clothes. When I went into the kitchen to get breakfast, I saw the maid cooking. She was a short, older lady with dark brown hair.

"Hello," the maid greeted me. "You must be Miss Summers. I'm Grace, the maid."

"It's nice to meet you. You can call me Buffy," I said with a smile.

"I'm making you breakfast. Do you like ham and cheese omelets?" Grace asked.

"Yea," I replied sitting down at the bar.

While she made the omelet, Grace and I discussed our lives. She was a really nice lady who made delicious food.