Sorry it took so long. I've come to the realization that whenever there's smut involved it takes me a long time to write it. So...if you like smut and it's taking me a while, then there's a pretty good chance you'll be happy with the update ;)
Anyways, let me know what you think of this.
PART 21
Angel woke up the next morning and he knew immediately that he was alone in bed. He opened his eyes and saw it wasn't even nine in the morning yet. Buffy wasn't exactly an early riser. What was she doing up?
He ran a hand through his hair and groaned when he realized that it was definitely not cooperating today. He would need more than a little hair gel to spike it the way he liked. He smirked as he remembered Buffy's fingers tugging on it last night as he'd peeled off those little red panties he'd picked out for her and buried his face against her. Damn last night had been a good night.
Yawning slightly he glanced around the room for his underwear and he realized that Buffy had cleaned up. All their clothes from the night before had been picked up off the floor and he assumed taken to the laundry room.
Heading for the drawer Buffy had insisted he keep his clothes in, he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had no idea what Buffy had planned for the day but he didn't want to sleep too late and ruin it. If she was already up it must be important.
He walked down the stairs and he distinctly heard her panicked voice from the kitchen.
"Willow, it's everywhere. I-I oh god, what was I thinking?" she groaned and Angel hurried around the corner to see her with the phone tucked against her shoulder and a spatula in one hand. When he got closer he saw some kind of batter dripping out of an overturned bowl and down the front of the cabinets. "What do I do?" she asked frantically into the phone and that was when Angel saw the pancakes cooking, well burning, on the stove.
Holding back a laugh as he saw her try to catch the dripping batter with one flimsy paper towel, he leaned against the doorframe and watched. He smiled, loving that she had tried to cook for him. He knew how much she hated to cook and how terrible she was at it, but she'd still tried.
"God Will, I'm a horrible girlfriend," she exclaimed and the smile faded from his face as he realized she was upset. "Yesterday he cooked me this amazing breakfast. It was all these different kinds of eggs and they were so good. So I couldn't make eggs because his are so much better," she said all in one breath as she finally threw the spatula onto the counter, ignoring the mess it made. "And I was making such a mess of the pancakes I even burned his toast," she said in such a sad tone Angel didn't wait another second before making his presence known.
"Buffy," he said softly and when she turned to face him he saw her shoulders sag in defeat.
"I have to go Will. I'll talk to you tomorrow," she told her friend as she hung up the phone. "I'm sorry Angel," she said and he made his way over to her. Ignoring the pancake batter on her t-shirt he wrapped his arms around her.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about, Baby," he assured her. "All I see here is my wonderful girlfriend doing something nice for me," he spoke softly, his lips close to her ear.
"I made a mess," she mumbled and he smiled slightly.
"Yeah," he agreed and when she glared at him he chuckled. "But you tried. And that means more to me than you know," he told her and when she looked into his eyes she saw a raw honesty there.
"So…what do we do now?" she asked, still feeling rather helpless and defeated from her failed attempt at breakfast.
"Now I cook breakfast while you set the table," he grinned and when he kissed her lightly she couldn't help but smile also.
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"I still don't understand why I'm wearing this," she teased as she on the couch in front of the bay window while he sketched her. "I told you that you could have me any way you wanted me," she grinned and he shook his head.
She'd encouraged him to have her pose nude somewhere, but he knew he'd never get through the sketch. They'd finally settled on a compromise and she was wearing her blue silk robe that barely covered her upper thighs. He'd had enough self-control not to have her pose naked, but he wasn't a saint. And Buffy could be extremely persuasive when she wanted to be.
"If I had you the way I want you we'd never finish this sketch," he finally admitted.
"I know," she replied with a devilish grin and he let out a long breath. The sketch was almost done even though he'd only been working on it for thirty minutes. He'd had a lot of practice drawing her and her sitting in front of him only made it easier. "Have you ever drawn me before?" she wondered even though she'd seen that one sketch he'd done over Christmas. She wanted to see what he said about it.
"Of course," he answered before turning back to his sketch. "More times than I'd like to admit," he said sheepishly and she smiled.
"What am I doing in those sketches?" she asked and he shrugged as his fingers drew the delicate lines of her neck.
"All kinds of things. I have a bunch of the first night I met you," he said without looking up at her. "Even more of Christmas. You looked so happy there," he smiled as he finished drawing the fabric of her robe that had slipped off her shoulder. It had fallen a few minutes earlier and she hadn't bothered to fix it. He couldn't help but notice that all he had to do was angle his head and he could have a perfect view of her breasts.
"Do you ever draw me naked?" she questioned and he sighed as he took in the sight of her perfect skin.
"No," he told her truthfully and she frowned. "I don't want anyone to see that but me," he explained and she stood up and walked over to him. Taking the sketch book and pencil out of his hand she set them on a nearby table and lowered herself onto his lap.
"Would you like to see it now?" she asked innocently and he groaned as his hands fell to her hips. Fuck yes he'd like to see it now.
"I wasn't done drawing you," he said weakly and she merely smiled as she stood up and reached for his hand.
"We can finish later. I have others ideas for right now," she told him and he held back a groan as she silently led him to her bedroom. He watched her hips move beneath the blue silk and he considered not taking it off her. She looked so good in it. It contrasted perfectly with her skin and he knew it would be soft under his fingertips.
He was so lost in his fantasy world that he hadn't realized they were already in her room until she shut the door behind him. She leaned up and captured his lips in a sexy kiss that was far too short for his liking.
"I was thinking," she whispered as she pulled back. "That today each of us could come up with something that we think the other person would like in bed," she smiled and he felt his body hardening as he understood what she was saying. "Nothing too dramatic," she assured him as her hands gently massaged his arms. "But something. I think we've been together long enough. And we trust each other," she continued as she leaned in to press hot kisses along the side of his neck. "Right?" she asked and he felt his breathing coming out in short pants.
"Right," he immediately agreed.
"I thought we could start with me and that would give you a chance to come up with an idea of something different to try with me. What do you think?" she asked and when her hands ran under his t-shirt.
"Yes," he hissed as her fingernails scraped over his nipples. He reached out and grabbed her hips to pull her closer so she could feel the full length of his arousal.
"But my problem is I have two ideas. So I'm going to need your help deciding. I need to know which time between us you've been fantasizing about recently. Or which one you liked the most," she told him and he groaned. "It doesn't have to be your favorite," she explained as she took in the hooded look of his eyes. "And eventually we'll do both my ideas. But they're different from each other. So today, right now, tell me what sex between us you're thinking of. What stands out in your mind?" she asked and his eyes fell shut as he quickly replayed every time they'd made love.
"After our first date," he finally whispered and Buffy smiled immediately knowing which of her two ideas she should go with if that was the type of mood he was in today.
"Perfect," she smiled and she ran her fingers into the fine hairs at the back of his neck. She smiled to herself as she remembered the night after their first date. He wanted slow and sweet, but intense and earth shattering. Well, those last two wouldn't be a problem for them, but she wasn't willing to be as passive as she had been that night. She had another idea but she was pretty sure he'd be receptive to it. "You go to the bed. I'll be right back," she promised and with that she disappeared into the bathroom.
Letting out a harsh breath Angel sank onto the bed wondering what she had in store for him, and more importantly, what he could do for her later. He had tons of fantasies, but he wasn't sure he could pick just one and he didn't know which one she would like the best. Forcing those thoughts from his mind for the moment, he relaxed against the pillows and willed his body to calm down. They hadn't even started anything yet and he was practically jumping out of his skin.
Just when he was about to go retrieve her from the bathroom himself, the door opened and she walked out. When he caught sight of her his breath caught in his throat and his groin tightened painfully. There she was in the little red and black lace number Anya had shown them in Victoria's Secret. He'd dreamed about Buffy wearing that dozens of times, but he'd never imagined she would look that good. And to top it off, her hair was tied up in a messy bun that left her neck bare.
"Buffy," he whispered as she walked slowly over to the bed. He sat up as she approached him and his hands reached out to touch her. When his palms met the soft satin he let out an uncharacteristic moan. "You look incredible."
"I thought you'd like it," she smiled softly and she climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Have you fantasized about me wearing this?" she asked and he let out a humorless chuckle.
"You could say that," he replied and she watched as his eyes ran up and down her body seemingly unable to get enough of the sight.
"How many times?" she wondered and he merely shook his head.
"Whatever you're thinking, just multiply it by a very, very high number," he told her and with a satisfied smile she ran her hands underneath the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. She gently pushed him back until he was lying flat on the bed and she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. His fingers toyed with the straps of her slip but he had no intentions of taking it off yet. Instead he teased her skin as their tongues sensually slid against each other. Palming the back of her neck, Angel deepened the kiss even further. She moaned lightly and knew if she didn't take control back soon things would not go the way she had been planning.
She broke the kiss and leaned towards her nightstand. Confused, Angel merely stared at her as she rummaged through the drawer. Her skin was flushed and her lips swollen and he didn't think he'd ever seen anything quite so beautiful. With a satisfied smile she pulled something from the drawer and came back to him.
"I'm going to blindfold you now," she told him bluntly and he bit back a half aroused, half frustrated groan as she let the black silk fabric run through her fingers.
"I want to see you Baby," he insisted but she merely smiled and shook her head. "Why…why would you wear that and then blindfold me?"
"I have some things planned that I would prefer you to be blindfolded for," she said innocently but the look in her eyes was anything but innocent. "I'm not tying you up, so you have to promise not to undo your blindfold no matter what," she said firmly and he swallowed thickly. What did she have planned? Half of him wanted her to tie that blindfold around him and do whatever she wanted to him and the other half wanted to beg her to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She could be in control a different time, he thought. When there was less lace, maybe. Because right now all he wanted was to kiss his way up and down every inch of her body, watching her reactions to each touch.
"Buffy…" he murmured, unsure of what he was trying to say.
"You trust me, right?" she asked even though she knew by the look on his face and the hardness she could feel behind her that a lack of trust was not the reason for his hesitation.
"Yes," he gritted out and with a wide smile Buffy bent down and tied the blindfold tightly around his eyes.
"Now, you can touch me, but if you take this off, I leave. Understand?" she told him and he groaned. Punishment he could take, but her leaving? That would be torture. "Angel, do you understand?" she repeated and quickly he nodded his head unsure how he'd even managed that when all of his blood was pounding between his legs.
"Don't leave," he pleaded and Buffy grinned knowing he couldn't see her. Instead she lowered her lips to his chest and placed hot kisses down the center. He could feel the warmth of her breath on him, and smell her shampoo…dammit he wanted to see her. Needing to do something he brought his hands up to run down her back and let out a quiet groan. With the blindfold on he was pretty sure that fabric she was wearing was even softer than it had been before.
His sweatpants were doing nothing to hide his arousal and when Buffy slid them down his hips he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. Her little hands were all over his chiseled body and her touch was a constant surprise. He never knew where she would be next.
"Angel?" she breathed and he moaned lightly in response. His fingers squeezed her hips, but it was hardly enough. "I've gotten to know what you like, and knowing that, you're going to want to take my hair down now," she told him.
"W-what?" he asked confused but she ignored him.
When he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock, he groaned and nearly flew off the bed. Fuck yes he wanted to take her hair down. He loved to run his fingers through it when she was sucking him off, and apparently she knew it. She didn't have to tell him twice and as her mouth worked him he pulled the hair tie out of her hair. The soft locks fell over her shoulders and tickled his thighs, eliciting another gasp from him.
"Oh god Baby," he muttered glancing down, annoyed when all he saw was the pitch black of the blindfold. "Damn Baby, I want to see you." She giggled lightly and the vibrations around his cock shook him to the core. He groaned loudly, his fingers grasping her hair as her tongue massaged the underside of him. "God you're so good at this," he rasped out as her hands gently massaged his balls. "So good," he moaned again.
She took more of him into her mouth and his hips thrust lightly off the bed. She sucked harder, but kept her pace excruciatingly slow. He could feel one of her hands on the base of his cock, but he didn't feel the other one anywhere anymore. He'd felt it just a second ago. What was she doing?
"Buffy," he gasped and she pulled back to just suck on his tip again, nearly driving him mad with need. "Goddamn, Buffy," he groaned as his fists clenched at his sides, his fingers itching to tear the blindfold off his eyes. But he knew she hadn't been lying. She would leave if he did that. It was part of her game and he was sure if she left right now he would die of a serious case of blue balls. So the blindfold stayed on. He could hear her letting out tiny pants of pleasure even with her mouth full of his dick, but only one thing made her make those noises.
"You're touching yourself, aren't you Baby?" he asked and when she moaned, her lips sucking harder he got his answer. Oh what he would give to see that right now. Her slender finger sliding under her panties to her slick pussy…Fuck he was close. He swallowed thickly feeling his release building. "I want you to come with me," he told her and her answering whimper told him she was close.
Her hand fisted him tighter, pumping him in time with her mouth and his cock was pulsing with need. Oh god, she was going to suck him dry. He tried to hold back, but he could feel the orgasm building at the base of his spine. His head flung back into the pillow, he arched off the bed as a groan escaped his lips.
"Buffy," he grunted and when her movements became more desperate he felt his body unravel and he released deep into her mouth. "Oh fuck," he gasped as she took every drop. "Oh come on Baby. Come for me," he encouraged and when she pulled her mouth away and moaned loudly he knew she had.
"Angel," she whimpered and his fingers moved to the blindfold. He pushed it up slightly so he could peek out, and he saw her with her eyes shut, trying to catch her breath. And that red and black lace…damn. He quickly put the blindfold back in place so he wouldn't be caught and fought the urge to smirk at having gotten away with it.
He felt her slowly crawling up his body and he immediately pulled her flush against his chest. She pressed her mouth to his and he groaned as he tasted himself on her lips. He tangled one hand in her hair and held her close while his other hand ran over her back feeling the smooth material between his fingers.
"Buffy," he murmured growing more and more frustrated with not being able to see her. When she pulled back and placed soft kisses along his jaw he let out a deep sigh. "Why did you wear this if you were just going to blindfold me?" he asked again in a near whine and she smiled widely against his skin.
"The blindfold was a little bit for me," she admitted and he growled playfully wrapping his arms around her little body as he rolled them over until he was on top of her. "But you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"I have a feeling I'd really enjoy seeing you in this," he retorted as he fingered the material just under her breasts.
"Well, fair's fair. So now…" she smiled as she reached behind him to untie the blindfold. "You can use this however you want," she told him holding out the black fabric for him to take. With a dangerous grin he snatched it from her hands.
"Baby I don't know if you know what you're getting yourself into," he teased as he kissed her once quickly. While she giggled he tied the blindfold around her eyes and stuck his tongue out at her to make sure she couldn't see through it. It would be just like her to have figured out some trick. When she made no reaction he smiled to himself. This would be fun. "You can't untie it either," he ordered as he kissed down her neck. "I'm not going to say I'll leave if you take it off because we both know that would be a lie," he husked out as his hand trailed up her thigh. "I'm just hoping you enjoy this enough to leave it on no matter how bad you want to see what I'm doing to you."
"I'll leave it on," she assured him as her fingers ran through his hair. He smiled at her reaction. He knew she would leave it on. This was her game and he had a feeling that she wanted this even more than he did.
"You better," he warned even though he knew it was an empty threat. She may be blindfolded at the moment, but she held all the power.
"I promise," she breathed shakily as his hands caressed the sides of her body. She was practically trembling as she felt his breath skim her overheated flesh.
"You have no idea how good you look," he whispered as his eyes trailed up and down her body for the hundredth time since she'd removed his blindfold. Her breasts looked as if they were going to spill over the lace cups and the thin spaghetti straps were delicate enough that he could snap them in a second. But he wouldn't. He wanted to see her in this again. "So, so good," he murmured as he dropped his lips to her chest.
His fingers slowly crept under the hem of her slip, bunching the fabric as he went. Her hips were squirming under him and he smiled against her skin. He loved when she went wild.
"In fact," he breathed against her chest. "You look so good I just might leave this on the whole time," he told her and when she let out a soft whimper he knew she was torn. She wanted to feel his touch, but she loved the teasing. "Although these…" he trailed off as his fingers slipped into either side of her soaked panties. "Will have to go," he said as he slid them down her legs. She kicked them off immediately and he felt her foot running along the back of his calf.
"Are you trying to torture me?" she whined and he chuckled against the skin of her neck.
"Just returning the favor," he told her and she pounded a tiny frustrated fist against the mattress. He held back his laughter and instead brought his hands up to cup her breasts through the fabric. She sucked in a sharp breath and moaned as he kneaded them gently and suddenly all thoughts of laughter were gone. Instead he had to fight back his own moan at the look of pleasure on her face. He knew that look. She was close.
Fuck, she was already close.
He leaned down and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her hands grasped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin in desperation and he groaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips involuntarily thrusting against his.
"Buffy," he rasped as he broke the kiss and brought his hands down to her knees to pry her legs off of him. "It's my turn now," he reminded her and she frowned in annoyance. "Patience, lover," he whispered as one strong hand slid up her inner thigh. "It'll be worth it," he assured her as one finger put light pressure on her clit.
"Angel!" she gasped at the first touch to where she wanted it most. "Please," she begged and he couldn't deny her anymore. He slid two fingers into her and leaned down to kiss her breasts through the fabric. His lips latched onto one covered nipple and her hand speared into his hair to hold him there. "Yes," she whispered arching closer to him. "Oh god yes," she moaned as his fingers pushed farther inside of her.
He growled as she quivered under his touch and he switched to her other breast, for the first time considering taking everything off her. He really wanted to touch and kiss her bare skin…but she looked so sinfully seductive in her red and black lace, the fabric around her nipples wet from his mouth. No, he decided. It stayed on.
He kissed his way down to her stomach, bunching the fabric up under her breasts so he could touch her skin. Even though it hadn't been long since she'd sucked him until couldn't think straight, she could feel he was already painfully hard against her thigh. He nipped at her stomach and she couldn't take the teasing as his fingers continued their skillful manipulations between her legs.
"Angel," she whimpered and at her plea he took her clit between his lips. He pulled her hips harder against his face as he stroked his fingers inside of her. God she was so wet. He ground his erection into the mattress looking for some kind of relief, but it seemed to only make him want her more.
She was so close to coming; he could see it and feel it. And at the moment the only thing in the world he wanted was to feel her come around his cock. He pulled his fingers from inside her and moved up her body. She whimpered at the loss, but as he slid inside her tight warmth her head flung back against the pillow. He groaned out loud when she wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper. His thumb pressed hard against her clit and with one thrust she shattered around him, her inner muscles clenching and squeezing him so exquisitely he thought he just might die.
"Angel, god yes," she panted as she rode out her climax. He was close to the edge himself and had to bite his lower lip to keep control. One of her hands came up to the back of his head and she pulled his lips down to hers. His tongue immediately plunged into her mouth and when she tightened her legs around his waist he was quickly driving back into her.
He broke the kiss and found himself annoyed when he couldn't see her eyes. With a frustrated growl he tore the blindfold off her face and threw it out of the way. Her eyes were wide and he was drowning in them. But they fluttered shut on a gasp as he pulled her legs up higher on his waist opening her up to him even more.
"Look at me Buffy," he commanded through clenched teeth. "Open your eyes."
"Angel," she gulped as their eyes met. "Please," she begged, her nails scratching down the length of his back.
"Oh fuck Buffy," he whispered as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. "God, you're so good," he groaned as he felt himself speeding towards his release. He leaned down for another kiss, this one hot and frantic as their bodies moved together.
As she moaned into his mouth he knew it would be damn near impossible for him to hold back more than a second longer. He gripped her hips and tilted them upwards, and at the sound of her scream he let go. As she contracted around him he buried his face in her neck to muffle his own cry of pleasure while his body exploded inside her.
He collapsed against her and she held him close, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her. Slowly he rolled them over so she was resting on his chest. He felt the softness of satin and the delicate scrape of lace against his skin and he remembered she was still wearing the lingerie she'd surprised him with. He glanced down and saw it was twisted and still wet from his saliva. It couldn't be comfortable. Gathering all the energy left in his body, he reached down and pulled it over her head. Flinging it to the floor, he wrapped his arms around her and let his eyes fall shut.
"I think I'm dead," she murmured as she lay stretched out on top of him. "You killed me."
"I'm sorry," he lied with an amused smile. He cracked his eyes open to see her limp body resting and her eyes shut in exhaustion. "We'll sleep," he assured her placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Good. Sleep is good," she agreed and they both fell silent as they began to drift off to sleep.
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The two of them sat up in bed with a pile of snacks around them and Buffy reached out and grabbed one.
"So I would say the blindfold was a success," she stated nonchalantly and as Angel opened a bag of chips, he pulled it too hard in shock at her words and the chips flew out in every direction at her words.
"Uh yeah. You could say that," he agreed swallowing thickly as he began to pick the chips up one by one off the sheets.
"I wasn't sure if I should go with the lingerie and the blindfold. I thought it might be too much," she admitted hiding her smile as she saw him fumble as he put the chips back in the bag.
"N-no. It was just the right amount," he assured her.
"Good," she breathed a fake sigh of relief. "I know you like lace so I thought you would appreciate it," she said and Angel let out a deep breath.
"You don't have to wear lace just for me Buffy," he told her and she shrugged as he looked up.
"I don't mind. I like lace too. I told you that," she reminded him and he nodded but not before she saw the look of relief on his face. "What's with the face?" she asked and he shook his head but she wouldn't let it drop. "Talk Mister. Or you'll get it worse than that bag of chips," she threatened and a small smile curled around his lips.
"It's just that my old girlfriends didn't like it when I told them I liked lace," he admitted. "Darla wore white cotton panties for three weeks straight out of spite. Nina, the girl I dated before Darla, got offended and thought I would only like her in lace," he explained and Buffy fought back an eye roll. "And Dru…well Dru just giggled."
"Why did you break up with Nina and Drusilla?" she asked and he shrugged not wanting to talk about it. "Come on, you know about my past relationships. In fact, your fist is very familiar with my past relationships," she pointed out and he sighed knowing she had a point.
"Nina and I…we were just better off as friends. Things didn't end badly between us. We don't really talk anymore, but if we see each other we'll say hello," he said and Buffy nodded. "She was nice, but after six or seven months it just wasn't going anywhere."
"And Drusilla?" she pressed really much more interested in that relationship. She was fascinated that the insightful, caring man she knew could have had something real with the woman she'd seen twirling a doll in the park. "Why did you break up with her?"
"I didn't," he said wryly. "She broke up with me," he chuckled at the irony. "She um, she had visions. She could see the future," he told Buffy who looked at him incredulously. "I didn't believe it at first either, but by the eighth or ninth time her visions come true it gets hard to deny," he said sheepishly. "One day I came back to my apartment to find all her things in a cardboard box and she very plainly stated that she was leaving me. She said she'd had a vision that I ended up very happy with a blond woman," he smiled at the realization. He hadn't thought about that much in a long time, but he was beginning to think that Drusilla had been on to something. "For a long time I thought it might be Darla," he admitted hiding his shudder at the thought. "Obviously Dru had someone else in mind," he grinned at Buffy's blush.
"And you believe in these visions?" she asked with a raised brow. He smiled, reaching over and pulling the bag of Goldfish out of her hand. Wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her body flush against his.
"Dru's always right," he whispered and she smiled into the kiss as his lips descended on hers. After a moment he pulled away and brushed some hair off her face. "I don't know about you, but I could go for some real lunch."
"Well, if you're up for cooking. I don't think my kitchen can take any more of my attempts," she shrugged with a sheepish smile.
"I'll tell you what," he replied as he reached down and grabbed her hand. "I'll cook and help you learn so you can make more than just eggs," he offered and she playfully glared at him.
"The toast would have been fine if it weren't for the pancakes distracting me."
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"Just grab the butter out of the fridge," he requested and she stared at him for a moment.
"There's butter in a grilled cheese sandwich?" she asked and he chuckled.
"It's how you achieve the grilled effect," he smiled at her blush. He'd chosen something simple hoping she would be able to learn it. It didn't bother him that she couldn't cook, but he knew she was a little insecure about it so he wanted to help.
"Here," she said handing him the butter and the cheese. "You'll need this too, right? It's not some big secret that there's really no cheese in a grilled cheese?" she asked with a raised brow and he bent down to kiss her.
"We'll need the cheese," he assured her. "Now put some butter on one side of four slices of bread," he instructed and she nodded figuring she could handle that.
"Any advice on how I butter it? Usually I just slather it on there," she admitted as she shoved the knife into the stick of butter.
"Just try to keep it even," he shrugged trying to convince her she could handle this. He got out the pan and grabbed a few slices of cheese and waited until she brought over the butter covered bread. "Okay perfect," he commented with a nod. "Now put the cheese on the unbuttered side then take another slice and put the other unbuttered side against the cheese to make a sandwich. Like this," he explained as he picked up two slices of bread and some cheese to show her.
Buffy repeated the steps he had just done and smiled as she realized she had the beginnings of a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Now what?" she asked eagerly and he smiled.
"Drop it in the pan," he told her as he set his in the pan. He watched her do the same and grabbed the spatula from the counter. "In about a minute and a half we check and see if it's browned enough. Then we flip and brown the other side."
"Then what?" she wanted to know and he grinned over at her.
"Then we eat," he told her and he could see the pride in her face.
"That's it?" she questioned skeptically and he shrugged.
"Well, I cut the top crust off my sandwich because I hate how the top crust curves. I mean, who made loaves of bread shaped that way?" he wondered out loud and she smiled at his musings. "And we cut them into triangles, but yeah. That's it. Wanna flip?" he asked as he held the spatula out to her.
"I don't-"
"You can do it," he encouraged as he stepped aside and he put the spatula in her hands. "Just lift one sandwich up and peek underneath to see if it looks good."
Carefully she did as he asked and they agreed it looked perfectly golden brown. She flipped it and half of it rested up on the side edge of the pan, but quickly and without a word she shoved it back in with the spatula.
"See, you did it!" he exclaimed and she quickly went to work on the next sandwich. That one flipped easier and about one minute later Buffy had successfully plated two grilled cheese sandwiches.
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"You were adorable," he grinned as she held the photo album open on her lap on the couch. She glanced back at him to see his gaze transfixed on the pictures in front of them. His arms were wrapped around her and she blushed slightly as she realized how much this meant to him. When he'd mentioned wanting to hear about her childhood she hadn't understood why, but now she was beginning to see.
"I told you I liked the Little Mermaid," she smiled as she turned the page and saw a picture of herself wearing her Little Mermaid outfit and grinning widely at the camera. "That was the year I asked my dad for the snow globe," she smiled and when he saw the next picture his heart caught in his throat.
It was the first picture he'd seen of her with her father. He was usually the one who took the pictures so he wasn't in very many, but he was in this one. The two of them were baking their Christmas cookies and Angel could see the love Hank had had for his daughter. It was written all over the man's face as he looked at a six year old Buffy covered in flour.
"I guess some things don't change," he said quietly and she turned around to see him captivated by the image.
"That's why he threatened that I'd end up with a kid just like me," she reminisced fondly and Angel swallowed thickly. He shifted her in his arms so he could look into her eyes. He wasn't sure if he should ask this. It probably wasn't fair, especially on a day that was supposed to be fun rather than serious, but he couldn't hold back.
"Do you want kids? A baby?" he asked, his voice soft as his eyes bore into hers. She remained silent and he felt his heart break. Obviously she didn't. His gaze fell back to the picture of her baking cookies. How could she not want kids? A little girl to bake cookies with? Or a little boy to run around outside with? She would be such an incredible mother.
"Angel," she whispered and he looked back at her, terrified of what her response would be. He couldn't imagine his life without her, but he'd always wanted children. Could he still be happy with the woman he loved without children? Hell, they didn't even need to be his children or their children. He just wanted to raise kids with her. Tears stung the corners of his eyes as he realized that the life he'd thought was finally coming together for him wasn't coming together at all.
"It's okay Buffy," he lied knowing that they both had some thinking to do. Could he stay with her and know they'd never have a family? Could he really ever leave her? But she was still young, he reminded himself. He'd been out of college for a few years now. Maybe if he gave her some time.
"It's just that when I have kids I want to be married and out of college," she explained and he looked back at her in shock. Had she thought…?
"I didn't mean right now," he clarified and her eyes widened.
"Oh," she replied and he saw her cheeks flush deep red in embarrassment. "Then uh, yes I want kids," she answered quietly with a sheepish smile and he grinned as he realized all his panic was for nothing. "I don't know how many. That's negotiable because I haven't decided yet," she rambled and he stayed quiet as he fell even more in love with her. "But I want a dog too. That's non-negotiable."
"We'll get two dogs. And I want kids too," he told her and he leaned over and kissed her sweetly. "But can we agree now not to name them after either one of us?" he asked raising a brow and when she laughed loudly he knew their future was bright.
So I know what Angel has planned for Buffy, but besides that, I don't know what else they can do together for their day spent alone inside. I'm having trouble coming up with ideas. If you guys have any thoughts let me know! I'd love some input!