Sunday, 2 am
Buffy and Angel danced until the club closed. She'd thought he'd
never get around to kissing her. That was silly, really, they'd
only just made their relationship official again
Saturday morning. But it was just the effect he had on her,
still. She couldn't believe she'd actually held him at 'just
friends' length for two weeks. The passion which had once
existed between them, obviously hadn't disappeared at all.
She still wanted to take things slow, though. She needed to
really believe he wasn't going anywhere, before they got in any
deeper. She hoped he could understand and accept that. She
figured he would. He looked like he was on cloud nine already.
Angel caught her amused smile as they walked outside to his car.
*Goofy grin on my face* he realized. He couldn't help it,
though. The night had gone more perfectly than he could have
ever hoped. She hadn't freaked out when he'd kissed her, which
had been more than a relief to him. She'd actually returned the
kiss... and he was thinking and acting like a teenager. He
forced himself back to reality as he opened the car door for
Buffy.
As he got in the driver's seat and started the car, he was
pleasantly surprised when Buffy slid over to sit next to him. He
smiled and kissed her again, putting his right arm around her
shoulders. He ended the kiss reluctantly and pulled the car out
of the parking lot. He saw Buffy's yawn out of the corner of his
eye, before she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Tired?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled.
Angel chuckled. "Is that Buffy-speak for yes? I forget."
"Uh-huh."
"I don't want you driving if you're tired," Angel said
worriedly. "How about you let me drop you off at your hotel?
We're going to see each other tomorrow anyway, aren't we?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. When would he stop being so worried that
she was going to run screaming awway from him? *Probably when I
stop worrying about the opposite happening,* she realized. "Yes
and yes. Thanks, Angel."
"No problem," Angel replied. He pressed a kiss to the top of her
head. He felt her breathing slow as she fell asleep. He realized
she really had been exhausted. *It was an emotionally draining
day for both of us.*
He didn't mind that she felt comfortable enough around him to
sleep in his arms, he was grateful that he'd managed to gain
that much of her trust so quickly. He didn't feel like he
deserved it, but he was grateful for it.
He pulled up in front of her hotel, and hated to wake her up.
But he needed to. "Buffy? Baby, we're here. At your hotel."
She sighed, so he knew she was awake. She looked up at him, "I
didn't drool, did I?"
Angel laughed, "No, I don't think so."
"Good," she nodded, sleepily. "Okay. Buffy is going to go to bed
and get out of the car." She frowned. "Not necessarily in that
order." She looked over to see that Angel was smiling in
amusement at her. "God, just pretend I'm being coherent,
please?"
"You're being perfectly coherent," Angel agreed, but couldn't
hide the amused expression on his face.
"Uh-huh," Buffy shrugged. "Okay, well, thank you Angel, for a
wonderful day. I'm really glad we sorted some things out."
"I am too," Angel said. He reached out to push a lock of hair
out of her eyes. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay," Buffy smiled. She turned to the door, then changed her
mind. She leaned over toward Angel for a goodnight kiss. Her
hands rested on his shoulders, his hands tangled in her hair.
She'd intended for it to be a quick, innocent kiss, but the plan
didn't work out. When she pulled away, they were both
breathless.
"Yeah, goodnight," she said quickly and got out of the car. She
ducked down to look into the car again, "I love you," she added
then ran into the hotel.
Angel watched her get inside safely then drove to The Hyperion.
Buffy and Angel danced until the club closed. She'd thought he'd
never get around to kissing her. That was silly, really, they'd
only just made their relationship official again
Saturday morning. But it was just the effect he had on her,
still. She couldn't believe she'd actually held him at 'just
friends' length for two weeks. The passion which had once
existed between them, obviously hadn't disappeared at all.
She still wanted to take things slow, though. She needed to
really believe he wasn't going anywhere, before they got in any
deeper. She hoped he could understand and accept that. She
figured he would. He looked like he was on cloud nine already.
Angel caught her amused smile as they walked outside to his car.
*Goofy grin on my face* he realized. He couldn't help it,
though. The night had gone more perfectly than he could have
ever hoped. She hadn't freaked out when he'd kissed her, which
had been more than a relief to him. She'd actually returned the
kiss... and he was thinking and acting like a teenager. He
forced himself back to reality as he opened the car door for
Buffy.
As he got in the driver's seat and started the car, he was
pleasantly surprised when Buffy slid over to sit next to him. He
smiled and kissed her again, putting his right arm around her
shoulders. He ended the kiss reluctantly and pulled the car out
of the parking lot. He saw Buffy's yawn out of the corner of his
eye, before she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Tired?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled.
Angel chuckled. "Is that Buffy-speak for yes? I forget."
"Uh-huh."
"I don't want you driving if you're tired," Angel said
worriedly. "How about you let me drop you off at your hotel?
We're going to see each other tomorrow anyway, aren't we?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. When would he stop being so worried that
she was going to run screaming awway from him? *Probably when I
stop worrying about the opposite happening,* she realized. "Yes
and yes. Thanks, Angel."
"No problem," Angel replied. He pressed a kiss to the top of her
head. He felt her breathing slow as she fell asleep. He realized
she really had been exhausted. *It was an emotionally draining
day for both of us.*
He didn't mind that she felt comfortable enough around him to
sleep in his arms, he was grateful that he'd managed to gain
that much of her trust so quickly. He didn't feel like he
deserved it, but he was grateful for it.
He pulled up in front of her hotel, and hated to wake her up.
But he needed to. "Buffy? Baby, we're here. At your hotel."
She sighed, so he knew she was awake. She looked up at him, "I
didn't drool, did I?"
Angel laughed, "No, I don't think so."
"Good," she nodded, sleepily. "Okay. Buffy is going to go to bed
and get out of the car." She frowned. "Not necessarily in that
order." She looked over to see that Angel was smiling in
amusement at her. "God, just pretend I'm being coherent,
please?"
"You're being perfectly coherent," Angel agreed, but couldn't
hide the amused expression on his face.
"Uh-huh," Buffy shrugged. "Okay, well, thank you Angel, for a
wonderful day. I'm really glad we sorted some things out."
"I am too," Angel said. He reached out to push a lock of hair
out of her eyes. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay," Buffy smiled. She turned to the door, then changed her
mind. She leaned over toward Angel for a goodnight kiss. Her
hands rested on his shoulders, his hands tangled in her hair.
She'd intended for it to be a quick, innocent kiss, but the plan
didn't work out. When she pulled away, they were both
breathless.
"Yeah, goodnight," she said quickly and got out of the car. She
ducked down to look into the car again, "I love you," she added
then ran into the hotel.
Angel watched her get inside safely then drove to The Hyperion.