Angel allowed himself to get lost in the moment for a little while longer before easing back into some sort of cooling down period, not wanting to rush anything or give any wrong impressions, but she sure didn't make that an easy task. Leading her into the kitchen, he slid a couple of the movies he'd also picked up last minute from the check out lane at the store her way as some additional options, completely unsure if any of them were even good but he figured she would at least know. He'd never been really good at keeping up to date with any of those types of things, what current movies or television shows were out at the moment or popular, so he'd just grabbed at random whatever cover photos grabbed his attention enough.
Buffy looked happy at least, curling up in one of the chairs as she started flipping through the small pile.
"This is also for you," he told her, sliding the baking set over to her next.
She looked so genuinely sweet and surprised it almost made his heart hurt, then it was like she forced herself away from it. "While that is unbelievably sweet, Angel, please please don't feel like you have to get me gifts or spend so much money on me all the time."
Walking back over to her, he dropped down to her level, taking her hands inside of his. "I don't, he told her. "I don't feel like I have to, I didn't grab that as some sort of bribe or whatever, okay? That didn't even cross my mind. It's okay to let someone do random acts of kindness, Buffy, to have somebody see something that makes them think of you or they think you may like and just pick it up for no other reason than that. That's all that was. Plus, maybe I was thinking I know how much you like Halloween everythings and didn't want you to have a weekend without at least getting to do something or another to celebrate."
"I know, I just don't want you to think you have to act or be a certain way, do all these big things for me."
"I promise anything I do here is because I want to, nothing else," Angel told her. She'd told him briefly before about being worried back on their first date he might feel she was some sort of material girl but he also knew with what she'd mentioned about life after her dad took himself out of the picture and she'd been facing struggles in those areas for the first time in her life there was a whiplash of emotions when someone did anything for you. There was that initial thankfulness and excitement but then negativity often had a way of sneaking in, too. And he wanted to keep her from that, at least when it came to him, the best he could. "It's okay to let me spoil my girlfriend a little, right?" he asked with a hint of a smirk, which made her smile again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Fine, she grumbled. "Though honestly, I saw a set like these last year, not this exact one but kind of the same deal with the molds and mixes and tools and everything, and I really liked it but I already had my hands full so I didn't grab one saying oh, I'll just pick one up next time. And then, of course, I didn't see them again the entire rest of the season and was so mad... so I kind of love it," Buffy admitted.
"See, now there's some help from keeping you from getting bored," he told her as she got himself back up straight again.
"I don't really think that's going to be much of a problem here," Buffy laughed. "I'm pretty sure I showed up with a whole host of ideas of how to keep myself entertained quite nicely."
"Mmm, there you go, being nothin' but trouble some more."
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Propping herself up on the counter top, Buffy grabbed the bowl Angel said she could mix when she offered to help with dinner, though reminded him not to get crazy or anything because her skills here were limited. She found she really liked watching him in the kitchen though. Angel kept telling her he was far from some master chef but she liked that he had cooking as one of those backup hobbies and survival skills she certainly was lacking.
Then again, she'd yet to see him do anything she didn't mind watching.
The last time she was here she'd damn near been drooling over him carving a pumpkin and cleaning up the whole mess they had all created so obviously anything was a go as far as she was concerned really when it came to him.
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Just as he was preparing to put everything off into the oven, he had Buffy go ahead and settle on what movie she wanted to choose first, then had it set up ready to go. She briefed him over the plot as he finished up and grabbed them a couple of drinks, setting them off to the side on the coffee table before curling back up with her on the large sofa.
And, at first anyway, he was doing a pretty decent job of keeping his hands to himself and doing his best to keep paying attention to the happenings on the screen, but then the soft area just below her ear started calling out to him and the next thing he knew his lips were lightly dropping down for a taste. Continuing down the slope of her neck with wet, open mouthed kisses, Buffy tilted her head to give him more room, scooting herself back even closer to him.
She was the one this time guiding his hand underneath the bottom of her shirt, directing him until his palm rested atop some of his most favorite curves of her body before slipping back away, leaving him there alone. Still nipping and sucking at her neck, he let his hand shape and mold against the soft weight, taking in the smoothness of the garment she had on, smoothing over the cups, his fingers tracing along the edges and seams.
Buffy let out a small sound when she felt his hand drop back away, slowly gliding down her stomach then back up again once he reached the waistband of her pants. Her back arched as his palm slipped back into place, pressing herself deeper into his touch.
Giving a small moan when he brushed over her clit, pressing even harder against him when she felt his dick twitch against her ass, thickening and pressing back.
Memories of watching him get himself off last night were still fresh in her mind, the way he had stopped being able to form words, the way his hand tightened around himself just like he'd told her to do, his shaft swelling before her eyes, the proof of his release surging out. All of it just reconfirming her earlier thoughts of wanting to taste it going down her throat. Something that even she was having problems wrapping her head around. "I want…"
"You want what?" he asked, running his finger back over her sensitive bundle, harder this time, picking up a bit of speed. Watching the way her eyes fluttered closed, her teeth hooking over her lip forming the smallest pout… falling in love with the way she kept trying to turn against him, how her hand was holding onto his arm, making sure he didn't leave.
Her cheeks were already stained with a rosiness that was just starting to appear. But he noticed the color deepened further when started struggling over her words. Finally letting her turn around, he took a page out of her book, gently guiding her hand, bringing it to rest against the bulge in pants. "You don't have to ask to touch me… you couldn't do it wrong even if you tried."
Feeling him flex beneath her palm, she lightly squeezed the growing flesh, traced her hand down the cool metal seam and back up again, sliding the top of her fingers over the rough hem, scratching against his small patch of hair leading down. "Does tasting count too?"
She felt him pulsing against the tight confines of his jeans, and couldn't fight the grin forcing its way out of her, she loved whenever she was able to shock him by saying something he never expected. It was exactly what had gotten them into so much trouble the night before.
"You sure you want to try that?" he asked, abandoning her warm center, then capturing her lips and kissing her deeply as he maneuvered his large frame between her thighs, pulling her the rest of the way beneath him . Everytime he thought he had her figured out, she went and did or said something that left him grasping to hold on.
She was trying to get his jeans unbuttoned but the fabric wouldn't budge, finally he took the hint, lifting up enough to get them undone, going ahead and pulling his zipper down too, only for her to release a small huff of frustration, shoving his hands back away. "Excuse me… I wanted to do that, thank you very much."
He chuckled, kissing her again. "You just wanna torment me some more."
"I wouldn't call it torment…"she said, copying his movements from earlier, leaving her own trail of fire below his ear. "Maybe I like seeing you all crazy and insane. You're so different when we're like this, when no one else is around."
"You always make me crazy…" he promised. Grabbing her hand, he boldly moved it back down between them, a sharp breath leaving him when her small fingers slipped through the slit of his boxers, reaching inside and wrapping around his cock, bringing him out with no hesitation.
Tightening her fingers around him, she went right to moving against him in the way he had told her last time. Remembering how much he had liked it when she twisted her hand. She watched his eyes cloud over, his heavy gaze pinning her place, seeming to drink her back in until she swirled her thumb over his swelling tip, gathering the first bead of moisture that appeared. His eyes fell closed, putting an end to their silent little war, his hips bucking forward for a few seconds against her hand.
"Careful starting something you're not prepared for," he said, his lips curling up into a small grin. Wrapping his arms around her, he carefully flipped them around until she was spread out above him, guiding her knees to his sides. Flicking the snap to her pants open, as though it hadn't been there at all, then retracing his earlier movements sliding under the flimsy material of the top she wore, bypassing her bra, reacquainting himself one of his most favorite curves.
He tweaked her sensitive point, before sneaking his other hand around her to unfasten the clasp standing in his way. Eyebrows raising when she pushed him away.
"I want to make you come, and if I let you do that then we will never get there."
Those previous thoughts of her having some secret agenda to kill him were circling back around. Pulling his hands away from her, he held them up in front of her, "I'm all yours."
She wasn't exactly sure how to go about accomplishing such matters, but she figured she got him here, it couldn't be that hard to figure out. Not when it had been practically the only thing she had been able to focus on the last two days. She had watched a couple videos, read a few articles online, she wasn't sure if she would actually be able to get him there, but she was determined to try. Crawling backwards, she sank down between his thighs. Her eyes going wide from the first look of her new vantage point, taking in the small curve of his dick, the veins she noticed last time now in her full view.
"You don't have-" Whatever else he was about to say died right then and there. Her tongue swirled around him in a way that made him wonder how she had never done this, before nearly stealing his breath away as she took his length down her throat as far as she could manage. Tangling his fingers in her long blonde locks, he fought against the urge to move against her as she worked her way along his length a bit more, each time going further than she had dared before.
Angel wasn't sure what was happening, one second he was getting lost in the feel of her tongue against him, and the next she was scrambling above him, her leg carefully covering his protesting member, pushing it down. He had been just about to ask her what was wrong, worried that he had done something, or maybe it had all just become too much for her to handle, when the last sound that he expected bounced off the walls.
"Angel!"
His head snapped to his side, shock taking him over to find Patrick looking back, his door swinging open again when Lindsey appeared, panting and heaving, clearly out of breath from chasing his son up the stairs.
"Damnit, Patrick, I told you not to go in." Still oblivious to what his son nearly walked in on, Lindsey braced himself against the wall, forcing his lungs to take a few more deep breaths before finally glancing their way and catching sight of Angel's fiery stare.
If there was ever a time she wished for the world to open up and swallow her, it was definitely now. She was pretty sure she had moved at record speed but still had a worrying doubt in her mind that maybe something had been seen by little eyes.
"I need to pee!" the boy shouted next then ran off leaving both her and Angel still shaken by the whole situation unfolding.
Angel looked at her and she felt her face growing even darker, then back at Lindsey. "I-Linds-" he started then made a frustrated sound. "You need to be off... that way... for a minute."
Lindsey's face crunched up then he really took a look at the two of them and Buffy thought she was going to die all over again with the realization sinking in clear as far in his expression.
"Away!" Angel repeated and the two went back and forth for another moment while Lindsey decided to head just inside the hallway with his head back to them.
Angel got himself a little more properly covered up, whispering he was sorry and everything was okay, before getting his feet back on the ground and telling her he'd be right back. "What in the actual hell, Lindsey?!"
"Okay, but in my defense..."
"Uh huh..."
"I was not coming up here. I set me and Patrick up for a little playdate, you know, for each of us if you know what I mean, which then he got all worried because him and his friend were talking about riding their bikes over at that park since apparently it has some sort of trail and his bike is still locked up over here from like, fuckin', weeks ago so... so he convinced me we could just go ahead, run over here and get it instead of of swinging by in the morning. Then he was all of a sudden I need to go to the bathroom and I said it's fine, we can run up the road and stop at one of the gas stations but he was off and running before I even knew it..."
"I might be having a little trouble believing bits of your story," Angel started then they were again joined by another voice.
"Is that your girlfriend?"
Angel scratched at the back of his head, peeking over his shoulder at her. "Yes," he answered slowly. "That's Buffy."
The smaller version of Lindsey as far as looks went pushed past them to come closer. ""Hi!"
"Hi, you must be Patrick. It's nice to meet you," she forced out around all of her embarrassment.
"My dad said you were sexy," he suddenly blurted and then she watched as Angel smacked Lindsey upside his head.
The battle to not burst out into laughter came to an end with all the chaos going on around her. Thankfully she was saved from trying to think of something to say to that by the timer on the oven going off.
Patrick came around the other side of the couch and sat beside her. With everything else going on, she still felt her body buzzing from before the added gentleman came calling, could still feel and taste Angel against her tongue, and it felt a tad uncomfortable thinking about any of that with a child looking at you she had very quickly come to realize.
"Can we stay for dinner?" Patrick asked, unsure who he was directing it to, as Angel started toward the kitchen. "Whatever it is, it smells good."
"Mmm, Bud, you know I would love to have you but I'm guessing your dad over there didn't fill you in about his little surprise for tonight..."
"What surprise?" Patrick asked, getting excited.
Lindsey glared. "Yeah, Angel. What surprise is that exactly?"
"Oh, so he didn't tell you? Well then... what was it? Isn't there some sort of glow in the dark night thing going on at one of those trampoline park places? And isn't there a brand new pizza place that just opened across the parking lot from it?"
Patrick continued to grow in his excitement and Lindsey shook his head, a smirk on his lips.
"Okay, well, that does sound like more fun but I was still wanting to get to know your girlfriend better."
"Oh, don't worry about that either, kid," Angel told him. "Your dad also is super excited to be taking all four of us to one of those pumpkin patches, we're just working out what day will still work best for everyone. You know, so we can go through some haunted houses and do a hayride and all that."
"Oh! Really? I just asked him earlier and all I got was an 'we'll see.' That's be so fun, do you think they have zombie paintball?" Patrick looked back at Buffy. "Do you like zombie paintball?"
"I do," she laughed then got up to carefully dig through her bag, pulling out the one oversized shirt she'd brought along, having well overpacked for such a small stay away from home, and showed it to him that advertised one of her favorite haunts that did the paintball attractions.
"And who's car are we taking?" Lindsey asked, closing in toward the kitchen now himself. "Yours or mine?"
Angel shrugged. "I guess we still have some details to work out, I'm so glad you stopped by though so we can fill everyone in."
Lindsey laughed and punched him in the arm. "Touche, motherfucker."
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Finally getting their intruders out of the way just as he finished setting the table, Angel sighed, walking over to the door after they'd shut it and made sure to lock it this time. Not that he wasn't painfully aware Linds did have a key but he was sure he'd seen the last of his best friend for the evening now.
Also aware of the fact he hadn't discussed his made up plans with her prior to them falling out of his face, he overly explained she didn't have to actually go if she didn't want to but she quickly shut him down, closing the space between them with wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "I am so very sorry about that," he also started when they broke apart but she just dragged his mouth back to hers.
Stopping to pause the movie, not that she really thought it mattered at this point, she held his hand as she led him back to the table, asking for more information about this made up but now coming to life plans they were going to be embarking on. He could tell she was still a little thrown from their unexpected visitors but at least she wasn't hightailing it and he would take that as a win. And she even seemed excited about the idea to go as a small group out to one of those setups so it really did work out.
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Over dinner, Angel mentioned his other encounter of talking about their newfound relationship with Giles earlier and she shook her head, filling him in on the fact she had told her mother about them after their previous date. He seemed to pause for a moment as he reached around cleaning the table back off.
"And you still came here tonight?" he asked, sure her mother would have had some strong words of protest. He didn't know Joyce but he had seen her around a few times, knew that she at the very least knew who his parents were, and had more than likely heard of the reputation that followed him around school. He didn't have much hope that she would approve of her only daughter seeing someone like him.
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked, stepping up beside him. Moving his hand away from the glass she was grabbing to wrap it around her. She hated that she knew how ashamed he felt about his parents. That he still thought she might disappear because of it. She couldn't tell him she hadn't been a touch worried about what her mom might think, but even if she wouldn't have been supportive, it wouldn't have changed her mind. "Hey…" she said, tracing his jaw, bringing his eyes back to her. "My moms not like that… she doesn't care about your past or who your parents were or anything else. All she cares about is the kind of person you are now, and that you care about me… and um… I may have even promised her that she could meet you sometime this week."
He wasn't sure he knew the words to explain what he was feeling. He knew this was a logical step, in the back of his mind he'd known that eventually her mom would find out about them, he just hadn't expected it to happen so soon, or go the way it apparently had. He was head over heels for this damn girl, was already having a hard time imagining his life without her in it, but a small part of him had been holding onto the thought that everything would come crashing down once word about them really got out, once her mom found out about him. "Buffy…"
Instead of letting him answer, she stood up on her tiptoes, sealing her lips to his. He didn't have to explain what he'd been thinking, she already knew. Slipping her hands around his neck, she jumped into his arms just as she had the first night he'd kissed, circling her legs around his waist. Sneaking past his lips, she tried her best to convey everything she felt about him, regardless of what anyone else had to say.
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