AN: I'm back with another chapter! Thanks to all those who reviewed. Your support is awesome and I'm spinning ideas all around my mind. Musie is up to no good.

AN: For those who want smut, hehe, I'll need help in writing it, sort of like a beta, but for smut! So whoever wants to step up, I'll get it started, right now I'm just upping the sexual tension *Smirks Angelus Style* and yes I got the idea from Bones. Those two have to get down and dirty already, ok enough babbling time to get on with the chapter.

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February 2001

After Buffy's mother's funeral

Angel stood up and pulled Buffy up with him. Noticing her tired expression, he led the way to her house.

Occasionally they stopped and gave each other little chaste kisses, not wanting to escalate the passion. Buffy kept on thinking about the curse, knowing it was irrational since he was human now. Angel didn't want to take advantage of her broken down state and stayed on course as a gentlemen.

They walked in compatible silence, not wanting to break their nice peace between them. Buffy stayed in snuggled into Angel's arms while her arms wrapped around him. She remembered the days when they were together, before and after the curse. She always remembered their silence, their sense of peace when they held each other, and the sexual tension that made her possession of horny spirits seem like a pg movie compared to the places Angel and her used to mess around in.

She secretly blushed and felt her insides start to quiver when she remembered. Angel stayed looking straight ahead, cursing his sharp sense of smell when Buffy's arousal reached his nose.

By the time they both arrived at her house, Buffy was trying her best to calm down, while Angel seemed unaffected outwards. Inside him, he wanted to ravage her right where they stood, but knew it was too soon, and she would seek is comfort. Plus he was sure he hadn't had sex in a while, didn't remember his previous times, so in his mind he was practically a virgin again! Damn, he thought, I don't want to embarrass myself, keep it cool man, just hold her and that's it.

Satisfied he held himself down, Angel turned to face Buffy. "Well I'll climb up the tree and meet you in the room."

Buffy shyly nodded and let Angel go. He turned and climbed up the tree, and slid inside her open bedroom window. Buffy then turned and noticed the lights on in the house and a feeling of dread crept into her.

Angel was freaked out when he felt the magic in the air. He didn't know where it was coming from, what it was about, and who was doing it. He stayed in Buffy's room looking around when his eyes landed on a small stuffed little pig.

He felt a sense of familiarity when he picked up, almost if he's done it before. He tuned out the resulting argument downstairs and poured all his concentration into the pig. Suddenly he saw a small glimpse of his past while looking at the pig.

He was climbed into her room, noticing the house empty and decided to wait on his beloved. He looked around her room at various things and pictures. He peaked at her bookcase and saw the small little pig, chuckling to himself at the irony that even though Buffy was the slayer, she was still a young girl inside her heart.

He felt the little tingle signaling she was near by but ignored it when he was looking at her seemingly dusty books. He heard a bag drop and spun around to face the sound only to relax as he took in Buffy's sight.

"Buffy, you scared me." He said.

"Now you know what it feels like stealth guy." She seemed amused at the sight of her stuff pig in the hands of her tough vampire boyfriend. He was still a softy inside. "Just stopping by for some quality time with Mr. Gordo?"

"Who?"

"The pig." She nodded at the direction of the pig and Angel looked down. He felt a moment of embarrassment but didn't let it show in his face.

As quickly as the memory floated up, it floated away just leaving him with a glimpse of his past with Buffy.

"Mr. Gordo." He whispered to the pig. He felt joy bubble to the surface at remembering this small piece of the past, a was determined to find a way to remember everything.

Buffy walked into the room and noticed Angel sitting on her bed having a stare down contest with her stuffed pig. She remembered the time when she first caught him with the pig and smiled a bit at the memory.

"Trying to see who can last the longest without blinking? I'm thinking the pig will beat you." She smirked as Angel's head shot up and a small blush appeared on his cheeks.

Oh my god! He blushed! Damn this man is irresistible! She thought to herself.

"No, I think I remembered something." Buffy's face elated with the joy he felt inside him and immediately plopped right next to him eager to know what he remembered.

"I was in here, seems years ago since you seemed younger. I was walking around in here waiting for you when I saw the pig. I picked it up and then you surprised me. You said if I came in here to spend some time with Mr. Gordo, the pig. That's all I remember." He turned to face Buffy, whose eyes held unshed tears.

"Oh Buffy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just happy you remembered that. We spent the night just talking and holding each other. It's one of my good memories." She smiled at him then noticed a small bruise on the side of his head.

"Hey, I thought you had fast healing and all, why do you have a bruise on the side of your head?" She frowned at the small bruise, who seemed to mock her back.

Angel touched his head, unaware of the bruise. He figured he got it when him and Glory fought each other and got his ass handed to him.

"I got it in a fight with this crazy bitch. She threw me out of her building, literaly."

Buffy's eyes widened to the size of saucers hearing that Angel lost a fight! "Who was she, I'll kick her ass for you?"

He chuckled at her determined expression. "Her name was Glory."

"GLORY!?!" Buffy's worries increased when she heard he lost a fight to the hellgod.

"You know her?"

"Know her?!? She kicked my ass once already. If she beat you, then I don't know what to do."

"Hold on, what? I don't understand."

Buffy then proceeded to tell Angel about Glory. She told him about Glory's true nature, that she is a hellgod. Then she explained to him that Glory is looking for a key to get home, that Dawn is really the key, and then finally the protection Buffy and her friends are providing Dawn.

Angel took it in stride and then decided that the AI team will be there to help her out. She then told him about the Scooby meetings at Giles' magic shop, ironically called the Magic Box.

They both drew strength from each other, and gazed at one another.

"Well I'm going to get ready for bed, can you like turn around?" Buffy blushed, remembering all the times he seen her naked, but knew that Angel didn't remember. Angel stood up without a word and looked out the window, mimicking his past actions without realizing it. When she was done changing, she climbed into the bed in the sheets while Angel still stood standing in deep thought on how to beat Glory.

"Angel?" Buffy whispered noticing the lack of actions Angel was doing. He turned around and felt his mouth go dry. Even though Buffy was dressed in her regular pyjamas, she still look sexy.

He took off his long coat and shoes and climbed into the bed with her, letting her snuggle into his chest as humanly possible.

"Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you snore?"

She suddenly stifled a giggle remembering when she asked him that very same question when he first spent the night. So she answered the same.

"I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a position to let me know."

Angel then had the weirdest sense of déjà vu he's ever had. He stayed quiet and closed his eyes to sleep.

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The feeling of Buffy moving around woke Angel up as he took in her appearance. She apparently she took a shower and just stood in here closet clad in only a towel, while her wet hair dangled to her back. He longed to run his fingers through her again, but held himself steady. His widened and held his breath when she took off the towel leaving her naked. He willed his eyes closed and burrowed into the sheets to give her privacy.

Think stupid thoughts, think stupid thoughts! He chanted to himself. He peaked out again to see if she was decent, but now she only had on a pair of black lace boy shorts, making her tone legs even sexier, and a matching black lace bra. He dimly recalled Doyle's saying that if a girl wore black underwear, she was a freak in the sheets.

Oh nice thoughts you nimrod! Your trying to will junior downstairs to sleep, but yet thinking about how she looks with those little pieces of silk on. Oh crap she's turning around, close your eyes, close them!

Angel shut his eyes with a speed that rivaled lightning, and started trying to will his breathing down normal. After 10 minutes, he opened his eyes to see her fully dressed in jeans, a tank top, and nice small sweater which brought out her curves.

Oh damn, either way she's still hot! Son of a bitch, guess I'm not standing for a while.

Angel then spoke up letting her know his awakened state. "Buffy, good morning."

"Morning Angel." She turned to face the mirror to fix her hair. Little did Angel what Buffy did. She knew the minute he was up and decided to tease him a bit. She heard his breathing increase and felt him dive under the covers.

By the time she turned around, Angel was putting on his coat, signaling his leaving.

"Well I have to go. I'm going to go talk to Wesley and Doyle about anything we can use against Glory."

"Ok then, I'll stop by to see what you have." She decided to let him know that she knew what he saw.

"Hey Angel?" He pause halfway out the window.

"Yeah?"

"Enjoy the show?"

His eyes widened and he stumbled back the ground below, groaning when he hit the ground. Buffy shot up to check on him to see if he was ok.

"Oh my god! Angel are you okay?" She asked when she noticed him on the ground groaning. He stood up brushing himself and glared at her before responding.

"Just peachy." He then turned on his heel and stomped off willing to get her naked image out of his mind so he can focus.

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"So the lassie is a god of some sort?" Doyle asked as Angel filled him, Wesley and Cordy.

"Great just another day in the hellmouth. Geez I should've taken off the LA to gain my stardom." Cordy mumbled as she went stomping into the front offices.

"Yeah, seems like we're dealing with something big, so I need ideas on any weapon that can stop her or slow her down." Angel continued on as if he wasn't disrupted by Cordy.

"I must say Angel, it seems as if the odds are surely against us." Wesley stated.

"Like the englishman said, we're fucked." Doyle quipped.

"C'mon guys, think big. What do you think would help out against Glory?"

Doyle and Wesley exchanged glances at each other thinking the same thing.

"We may know something that can help out." Wesley said.

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The three males went down into the basement where the training room was in. Angel noticed when Doyle and Wesley went to a stack of boxes he never noticed downstairs.

"What's this?" He asked his 2 friends. He tried to open the box but found it locked.

"You need a key boyo." Angel took out his middle claw on his right hand basically flipping the bird to Doyle and proceeded to cut the lock off. He pushed the top off and eyed the long, green cylindrical tube. "So what is it?"

"It's a rocket launcher." Wesley said.

"Really?" Angel picked up the rocket launcher eyeing the whole thing with childlike wonder. "What does it do?"

Doyle looked up and flash a grin. "Makes things go boom!"

"Show me how to use it." Angel said, lifting the big weapon to his shoulder.

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AN: Till next time! Please read and review, no flames please! It's already to hot in my hometown, I don't need more heat.

Here's a small preview of the next chapter.

"Where did you guys get a rocket launcher? Did you break into the Army base?" Buffy asked while she eyed Angel with the rocket launcher. 'Hmm Angel with a big gun, that's hot!'

"Well, if you must know, I know a guy who knows a guy." Wesley said cryptically.

"I won the other at a poker game a while back. It was a great defining moment in me life. No lad before me has done that!" Doyle gloated while searching for his stashed bottle of Irish liquor.