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Finished: February 05, 2001
~~ Spare Time ~~
Angel and I arrive at my house and we head upstairs to my room. Mom is out shopping and Dawn is in her room listening to music. Angel waits in my room as I quickly shower from today's training. I return to my room, closing the door behind me, and quickly change while Angel lies on my bed, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on my ceiling...for the third time this week. After I've changed he sits on the end of my bed as I pull out a bag and start filling it with stakes, crosses, and other small weapons from my weapons trunk. If we encounter a demon, we have to be ready.
"Buffy, you can relax a little," he says. "It's only three-thirty. We have hours until sundown."
"A prepared Slayer is a successful Slayer." I say with a smile. Angel moves from his seat on my bed to beside me on the floor. He takes the bag and puts it aside so I can't reach it. I grab for the bag but he gently catches my wrist and pulls me into a kiss.
We stop kissing as we hear mock-smooching noises coming from the door. It's Dawn facing her back to us and pretending that she's kissing someone. You know how kids wrap their arms around themselves and have their hands rub their back, pretending that it's someone else? Well, anyway, that's what she's doing.
"Dawn get out of here," I say, glaring daggers at her. "Besides, I didn't hear you knock."
She completely ignores me and smiles adoringly at Angel. "Hello," she says so sweetly that it sickens me. I can't believe she's flirting with my boyfriend. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Dawn," he replies, giving her a small smile. "How about you?"
"I've been worse," she says.
"Dawn. Leave. Now," I practically growl. She rolls her eyes and goes back to her room. I get up and close the door behind her. After sitting back down beside Angel, I sigh angrily. "God, she is so annoying!" I complain. "She always eavesdrops and she never knocks. She's been doing that ever since I started dating!" I glanced at the door and lower my voice. "You'd think the monks that gave us our memories could have given me a little privacy."
Angel smiles one of his million dollar smiles. "But it would be unnatural for a little sister not to be so nosy." he says.
"Or to have a crush on her older sister's boyfriend?" I ask with a grin. "But I guess she can't help it, I mean, you are quite cute." I lean over and kiss him softly. We clasp our hands together and our matching Claddaugh rings clink as they hit each other. We wear them with the hearts facing in of course.
There's a knock on the door and it interrupts our peaceful moment. "Dawn, go away!" I shout through the door.
"It's me," a male voice replies. It's Riley.
"Um, hold on a sec," I say, standing up and answering the door while Angel sits once again on the edge of the bed. "Hi." I say quietly without a smile. Dawn is standing beside him in the hallway.
"Maybe you guys would have heard the doorbell if you hadn't been kissing so loudly." she smirks, deciding to add her comment just to make things a little more tense.
"Thanks, Dawn, now please go to your room," I interrupt through clenched teeth.
"Well since you asked so nicely." she mocks and returns to her room, slamming the door and blasting her music.
"Why don't we go downstairs and talk," I say. Riley nods and heads downstairs as Angel gets up to join me at the door. "Please don't start anything." I beg.
"Buffy, you know as well as I do that I'll probably end up being the referee." he jokes.
"Ha-ha, Angel. Very funny," I say flatly. We headed downstairs and sat in the living room. Riley sits in the armchair and Angel and I take the loveseat, of course.
"So, what brings you here, Riley?" I ask. "More lectures about fighting demons?"
"Actually, Buffy, I wanted to apologize for what I said today," he says sincerely. "I was out of line and--"
"Jealous," Angel whispers. Obviously loud enough for Riley to hear because he stops talking and looks down out of embarrassment.
I elbow Angel lightly. "I'm sorry too, Riley." I say. "For hitting you and calling you a demon-torturer. I know that's not what your mission is."
Riley gently touches the light purple bruise on his left cheek, wincing at its sensitivity. "That was a welcome change from the injuries I faced in Belize," he chuckles.
I smile and absentmindedly tuck a piece of hair behind my left ear. Riley notices the ring I'm wearing and then sees the identical ring on Angel's right hand. I see the uncomfortable look on his face and put my hand down quickly.
"Well, I should be going. I just wanted to apologize and also to tell you that I'm going to be out tonight with some of the guys trying to find these demons." he says, handing me a walkie-talkie. "If you see one out there, call us and we'll take care of it. Chances are they're sticking close together. You might not be able to handle both of them at once."
I nod. "I see, I call; got it. Thanks, Riley." I say smiling and stand up as Riley and Angel do too.
We head toward the door and after Riley leaves Angel smirks. "That's the guy you chose after me, huh? He doubts your ability...very appealing," he says. "Was he like that before or after I last visited you?" His slightly condescending tone of voice reminds me of Angelus' mocking comments.
"Angel relax," I say. "Don't let him bother you. Besides, he's not the one I chose after you." I instantly regret letting it slip once I see his questioning look; now I have to tell him. "Um, see there was this guy and he was nice and understanding and--"
"A complete jerk," Angel finishes. It's like he can read my mind sometimes. "Spike told me about a guy when he was torturing me. I wanted to call you, but I you were trying to move on and I thought that it might hurt you more...and me. I would have driven down here and kicked his ass if I could have without you finding out."
"Thanks, but I took care of it. I beat him over the head with a stick a couple of times," I chuckle at the memory. "Oh, but don't worry, I was a cave-woman at the time."
"I don't think I even want to know about that," he smiles. He looks at his watch. "So what do you wanna do for the next few hours?"
I sigh innocently. "I don't know, why don't we hang out upstairs?" I suggest.
"All the way upstairs?" he complains. "Can't we just veg-out on the couch and watch some TV?"
"My you've become a lazy human," I giggle. He picks me up and carries me to the couch, lying me across his lap and flipping on the TV. "I think Jerry Springer's on. That's always good for a laugh." I say. "And really harsh chick-fights. You'd think they were Slayers or something."
"But you've got to remember that half of the chicks on that show are guys." Angel laughs. He flips past Springer and stops on a football game.
"Hey!" I complain and try to grab the remote.
"I just want to check the score," he replies, playing keep-away-from-Buffy.
"Since when did you start watching football?" I ask.
"Since I bet Xander twenty bucks that his favorite team would lose." he says.
"And who's his favorite team?" I ask with a grin.
"I have no clue, but I'm sure they'll lose if he likes them." he smirks.
"Hey!" I say sharply, but still teasingly. "Be nice or I'll tell him your birth name, Liam."
"You wouldn't," he says with a semi-worried look on his face.
"Wouldn't I?" I grin.
I grab the remote and turn it back to Springer. I keep the remote out of his reach and he begins tickling my sides before pulling me into a kiss.
"God, is that all you guys do?" Dawn asks as she stands at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look on her face...or possibly a jealous look.
"Yup," I reply, pulling Angel down and kissing him again. He pulls away from me and blushes slightly as Dawn rolls her eyes and storms into the kitchen.
So what if I want to show off my hottie boyfriend to my jealous sister...wouldn't you?
Finished: February 05, 2001
~~ Spare Time ~~
Angel and I arrive at my house and we head upstairs to my room. Mom is out shopping and Dawn is in her room listening to music. Angel waits in my room as I quickly shower from today's training. I return to my room, closing the door behind me, and quickly change while Angel lies on my bed, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on my ceiling...for the third time this week. After I've changed he sits on the end of my bed as I pull out a bag and start filling it with stakes, crosses, and other small weapons from my weapons trunk. If we encounter a demon, we have to be ready.
"Buffy, you can relax a little," he says. "It's only three-thirty. We have hours until sundown."
"A prepared Slayer is a successful Slayer." I say with a smile. Angel moves from his seat on my bed to beside me on the floor. He takes the bag and puts it aside so I can't reach it. I grab for the bag but he gently catches my wrist and pulls me into a kiss.
We stop kissing as we hear mock-smooching noises coming from the door. It's Dawn facing her back to us and pretending that she's kissing someone. You know how kids wrap their arms around themselves and have their hands rub their back, pretending that it's someone else? Well, anyway, that's what she's doing.
"Dawn get out of here," I say, glaring daggers at her. "Besides, I didn't hear you knock."
She completely ignores me and smiles adoringly at Angel. "Hello," she says so sweetly that it sickens me. I can't believe she's flirting with my boyfriend. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Dawn," he replies, giving her a small smile. "How about you?"
"I've been worse," she says.
"Dawn. Leave. Now," I practically growl. She rolls her eyes and goes back to her room. I get up and close the door behind her. After sitting back down beside Angel, I sigh angrily. "God, she is so annoying!" I complain. "She always eavesdrops and she never knocks. She's been doing that ever since I started dating!" I glanced at the door and lower my voice. "You'd think the monks that gave us our memories could have given me a little privacy."
Angel smiles one of his million dollar smiles. "But it would be unnatural for a little sister not to be so nosy." he says.
"Or to have a crush on her older sister's boyfriend?" I ask with a grin. "But I guess she can't help it, I mean, you are quite cute." I lean over and kiss him softly. We clasp our hands together and our matching Claddaugh rings clink as they hit each other. We wear them with the hearts facing in of course.
There's a knock on the door and it interrupts our peaceful moment. "Dawn, go away!" I shout through the door.
"It's me," a male voice replies. It's Riley.
"Um, hold on a sec," I say, standing up and answering the door while Angel sits once again on the edge of the bed. "Hi." I say quietly without a smile. Dawn is standing beside him in the hallway.
"Maybe you guys would have heard the doorbell if you hadn't been kissing so loudly." she smirks, deciding to add her comment just to make things a little more tense.
"Thanks, Dawn, now please go to your room," I interrupt through clenched teeth.
"Well since you asked so nicely." she mocks and returns to her room, slamming the door and blasting her music.
"Why don't we go downstairs and talk," I say. Riley nods and heads downstairs as Angel gets up to join me at the door. "Please don't start anything." I beg.
"Buffy, you know as well as I do that I'll probably end up being the referee." he jokes.
"Ha-ha, Angel. Very funny," I say flatly. We headed downstairs and sat in the living room. Riley sits in the armchair and Angel and I take the loveseat, of course.
"So, what brings you here, Riley?" I ask. "More lectures about fighting demons?"
"Actually, Buffy, I wanted to apologize for what I said today," he says sincerely. "I was out of line and--"
"Jealous," Angel whispers. Obviously loud enough for Riley to hear because he stops talking and looks down out of embarrassment.
I elbow Angel lightly. "I'm sorry too, Riley." I say. "For hitting you and calling you a demon-torturer. I know that's not what your mission is."
Riley gently touches the light purple bruise on his left cheek, wincing at its sensitivity. "That was a welcome change from the injuries I faced in Belize," he chuckles.
I smile and absentmindedly tuck a piece of hair behind my left ear. Riley notices the ring I'm wearing and then sees the identical ring on Angel's right hand. I see the uncomfortable look on his face and put my hand down quickly.
"Well, I should be going. I just wanted to apologize and also to tell you that I'm going to be out tonight with some of the guys trying to find these demons." he says, handing me a walkie-talkie. "If you see one out there, call us and we'll take care of it. Chances are they're sticking close together. You might not be able to handle both of them at once."
I nod. "I see, I call; got it. Thanks, Riley." I say smiling and stand up as Riley and Angel do too.
We head toward the door and after Riley leaves Angel smirks. "That's the guy you chose after me, huh? He doubts your ability...very appealing," he says. "Was he like that before or after I last visited you?" His slightly condescending tone of voice reminds me of Angelus' mocking comments.
"Angel relax," I say. "Don't let him bother you. Besides, he's not the one I chose after you." I instantly regret letting it slip once I see his questioning look; now I have to tell him. "Um, see there was this guy and he was nice and understanding and--"
"A complete jerk," Angel finishes. It's like he can read my mind sometimes. "Spike told me about a guy when he was torturing me. I wanted to call you, but I you were trying to move on and I thought that it might hurt you more...and me. I would have driven down here and kicked his ass if I could have without you finding out."
"Thanks, but I took care of it. I beat him over the head with a stick a couple of times," I chuckle at the memory. "Oh, but don't worry, I was a cave-woman at the time."
"I don't think I even want to know about that," he smiles. He looks at his watch. "So what do you wanna do for the next few hours?"
I sigh innocently. "I don't know, why don't we hang out upstairs?" I suggest.
"All the way upstairs?" he complains. "Can't we just veg-out on the couch and watch some TV?"
"My you've become a lazy human," I giggle. He picks me up and carries me to the couch, lying me across his lap and flipping on the TV. "I think Jerry Springer's on. That's always good for a laugh." I say. "And really harsh chick-fights. You'd think they were Slayers or something."
"But you've got to remember that half of the chicks on that show are guys." Angel laughs. He flips past Springer and stops on a football game.
"Hey!" I complain and try to grab the remote.
"I just want to check the score," he replies, playing keep-away-from-Buffy.
"Since when did you start watching football?" I ask.
"Since I bet Xander twenty bucks that his favorite team would lose." he says.
"And who's his favorite team?" I ask with a grin.
"I have no clue, but I'm sure they'll lose if he likes them." he smirks.
"Hey!" I say sharply, but still teasingly. "Be nice or I'll tell him your birth name, Liam."
"You wouldn't," he says with a semi-worried look on his face.
"Wouldn't I?" I grin.
I grab the remote and turn it back to Springer. I keep the remote out of his reach and he begins tickling my sides before pulling me into a kiss.
"God, is that all you guys do?" Dawn asks as she stands at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look on her face...or possibly a jealous look.
"Yup," I reply, pulling Angel down and kissing him again. He pulls away from me and blushes slightly as Dawn rolls her eyes and storms into the kitchen.
So what if I want to show off my hottie boyfriend to my jealous sister...wouldn't you?
