This story is long since finished, I am just slowly putting it and some others back up. A few I'm having some trouble finding on my older computer... gah. But we will see. I have been doing some slight changes to the originals, hence it taking a tad bit of time in between chapters.

And don't worry, I still have my newer ones on my mind, too.

They made good time and stopped in a bigger town don the way, feeling more comfortable about that now, not having to worry about their vehicle being noticed. They headed to a Walmart in search of supplies. Angel going through the place like he was in a shopping contest to see how much he could fit into one cart.

He had clothes for the two of them, some boots, paper and pens, canned food and bottled water, among other things.

By the time he had gotten through, paid, then loaded their suv, Buffy was exhausted.

That night, he drove a little farther then found them a motel room. This time he was who went in and got the room, this one however nothing like the one they had before.

Angel headed to get them some dinner, leaving Buffy alone. She made good use of the time he was gone. She showered and changed, putting on the green satin chemise he had bought her.

He had held it up to her in the store, his eyes almost black as he pictured it.

She brushed her hair out until it was gleaming then she went and curled up on the bed and tried studying his dad's journals once again.

The journals. The key to getting their lives back. All they had to do was find the secret within.

She became so engrossed in the journals that when the door flung open she shrieked and her eyes went wide as she stared at the man in the doorway.

"Jesus Christ Angel! You scared me half to death!" she snapped and saw that teasing half smile spreading across his lips.

"I'm sorry," he said, not meaning a word of it.

"Yeah, right," she said and got up to help him with all he had brought in. "What's all this?"

"Dinner," he said and she smelled the air.

"Mmm, well whatever it is, it smells great," she said then sat down, glad she threw one of his shirts on over her chimese. She didn't want him to see she was wearing it just yet.

He pulled out a plate with a plastic dome over it and he checked the piece of paper that was on the top, then sat it in front of her. The other one, he placed in front of himself and sat down and handed her some silverware.

Buffy lifted up the dome and started laughing. "You remembered? I thought you were too sick to ever remember that conversation," she said as she stared down at her food. A medium-well steak, covered in marinated mushrooms and onions. Red skinned potatoes and garlic, and a side of broccoli with cheese.

"Hey, I never forget any conversation about steak!" he said handing her the salt and pepper shakers. "Besides, this might be the last chance we have for this kind of a dinner before we hit the mountains," he said as he lifted his own dome, showing off his own steak. Rare and with a large baked potato.

They ate together, both silently agreeing not to say anything about Ethan or the journals. Instead, he asked about her mother, about her growing up, and she asked about his brother and sister, and the companies he owned.

When they were done eating, she cleaned up the mess, throwing it into the small trashcan in the bathroom. Then when she got back she climbed onto the bed as he went to go shower and opened up the journal to started reading it again.

By the time he came out, his hair was still wet. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. And she had only managed to go through a few photographs and pages.

She looked up at him and smiled wickedly.

"You ready?"

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"Trust me?" she asked.

"Should I be afraid?"

"I promise... if I mess up too badly, it will just grow back," she laughed then led him over to one of the chairs they had used earlier and pushed him down in it. Then she went to the bathroom to grab another towel. This one to wrap around his shoulders.

He was combing his hand through his hair when she came out, laughing at what she saw in his eyes.

"Oh, come on, Angel, have some faith."

"I do... but... it's my hair."

"Baby," she accused and wrapped the other towel around his shoulders. She grabbed the comb and stood between his bare thighs, her legs brushing against his skin as she moved. "How short do you want it?" she asked as she combed his locks.

"Just trim it up," he said quickly.

"A trim? Angel you haven't had a hair cut it seems like in months I'm sure. How about I cut it, then you tell me what you think?"

His hands came up and grabbed her hips and she looked down into his uneasy eyes. "You really did this in school?"

"Yes, I really did this in school, now quit being a baby and let me work," she combed through before making her first cut.

He almost cringed as he watched it fall and tried not to think as she moved around him, cutting and snipping and combing, checking lengths and humming as she continued.

When she was back in front of him, she was leaning against his legs, combing his hair forward and it seemed up.

Her scent flooding his senses.

Then he caught a glimpse of green.

"What do you have under my shirt?" he asked, his hands going to the buttons.

"Back off buddy," she laughed and snipped the scissors at him. "Have you forgotten that I have your hair in my hands?" and he growled, making her laugh harder. Then slapped his hand with the comb. "I'll be done in a few minutes then you can go check out your precious hair."

"I would much rather check out what you have under that shirt," he said.

"Behave," she said then went behind him, slipping her fingers through his hair and made a few more short cuts. Then, she combed it out and grabbed some gel and styled it, messy and spikey. Then she smiled and unclipped the towel around his shoulders and brushed away the stray hairs on his back and neck. "Okay, you can go check it out."

Angel got up, stretched and had to catch the towel as it started to come undone. He tucked it back in firmly then made his way to the bathroom.

He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes wide in surprise. She had it a bit differently then he normally kept it. Longer.. and taller. She spiked it a bit differently.. but he liked it. A lot.

"Well Doc, I think you might be in the wrong profession," he said loud enough that she could hear it in the other room.

"So you like it?" she asked quietly and it startled him since her voice came from right behind him. He turned to see her. She had taken off his overshirt and the thin satin hugging her curves was all he could see. "I like this," he said and she stepped closer to him.

"And your hair?" she asked.

"You did a fantastic job on my hair," he growled and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and his hands smoothing the silky material. He bent his head forward, finding her lips with his own. "Thank you," he whispered against her mouth.

"You're welcome, you big baby," she said then shrieked as his hand came down against her ass. He laughed as she jerked against him.

"Baby, am I?" he growled then lifted her in his arms.

"Angel! Put me down!" she said serious and he did, next finding himself amazed as she pushed against his ribs.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You shouldn't have picked me up, Angel. You could have hurt yourself!" she said and he started laughing.

"Buffy, baby, you weigh less than a mite. You couldn't hurt me."

"Yeah, right," she said then took his hand and pulled on him "Come on."

"Where?" he asked though he followed her.

She reached out and grabbed the towel, pulling it loose and let it fall to the floor. With one hand, she slipped it along the length of his member and felt him harden under her palm. She heard him gasp as she next wrapped her fingers around him. "Does it matter?" she asked looking up at him.

"As long as you keep doing that.. no.. it doesn't matter. Not at all." he groaned as she pulled on him gently.

"What's that one line? 'Take me to bed or lose me forever' Or something?"

"That's what I was trying to do," he said, pulling her closer and claiming her lips once more.

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Angel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, finding her lips with his own.

He couldn't fight what he felt. Not if he even wanted to. Emotions and need slamming into him. Hard.

"If you don't let me pick you up, you had better get on the bed yourself, otherwise you'll be having a meeting with the cold floor in a second or two," he said against her neck as he bite into the tender flesh. And he didn't want to let her go as she pulled away then started climbing onto the bed.

Buffy rolled on her back and arched her breasts, her nipples growing harder into the silk fabric. "Well now, what are you waiting for?"

"Just checking out the merchandise before I buy it," he growled as he stood watching her.

"Merchandise huh?" she laughed. "You had better come here. I think you need a closer inspection."

And with that, he crawled to her, his eyes blackened with desire. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them apart and holding them there as he moved up her delicious body. He grabbed the hem of her chemise and pulled it up and she arched, helping him get a better view of her body and helped to pull it up over her head so she could then lay naked before him.

"You are so beautiful," he growled as his eyes roamed over her.

He nuzzled his nose into her neck and tasted her with his tounge on it and then down across her collarbones. Down he went, so his lips could find her nipples. His tongue curled around them and lavished with rapid licks, ones that left her moaning for more and more, her hands grabbing to hold on to him.

"Please," she groaned her head thrashing against the pillow and her hips jerking to his.

He bent to find her lips as his cock laid against the wet flesh of her core, the tip pressing into the opening. Then with a groan of his own, he slid inside, thrusting and then retreating, letting her get used to him still.

He moved slowly, taking his time, using long and slow thrusts that made her cling hard to him and move under him in such need, but he refused to hurry.

Her whimpers became cries, her legs crossed over his arms, anything to get him closer and to slam into her more. Harder and faster. And she gasped as he pulled from her, only to grab her hips and flip her onto to her stomach.

"What are you..." she started and looked back at him only to be blinded by one devilish smile twisting his lips.

He lifted her hips from the bed and found her once more, and he slid in deep, making her gasp.

Angel's hands were on her ass, his thumb sliding along her crease and running over the tiny rosette between.

He watched as she squirmed as he pressed on her gently, seeing her eyes going wide with his moves. Then he slid his palm up over her back along the line of her spine. She groaned and arched, her hips moved back against his. Her hips moving faster, her cries for him louder.

He reached around and slid his fingers between her wet slit. Finding her clit, he rolled it under his fingers.

Soon Angel felt her body clamping down, heard her give a wild cry and then felt the heat of her soaking him. He thrust against her hard as he craved the same pleasure. He slammed into her, knocking her flat back to her stomach all as he filled her with his seed.

He laid his body down over her, resting against her, even as he continued to spasm.

Buffy glanced up at the dresser, seeing the package of condoms she had put their earlier.

The package they had put in the cart. Together. Back at the store.

The package that was still unopened.