Chapter 2
Spoilers: Angel Seas. 3/Buffy Seas.6, No Connor.
Disclaimer: I'm broke and I haven't made any money off this and the characters are not my own so don't sue please. Unless you like pocket lint.
This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Nyte Brayker, who found the lyrics to "Rebel Yell" for me.
B/A
**
"Bloody hell, you poof, go back to LA."
Angel smirked at Spike for a moment. "Actually, about that… this is the perfect time to give you my news Buffy. I'm human now. No more curse. I can stay with you forever!" Angel held his arms open for the hug he knew was coming and instead got a punch in the jaw from Spike.
"She doesn't want you, Peaches. She's with me now…"
Angel looked to Buffy, giving her his patented "Say-it-isn't-so" look. Buffy just glared at Spike. "Spike, I told you, that doesn't mean anything," Buffy said. "It was a mistake."
Spike was genuinely hurt. Therefore, as Spike is wont to do, he resorted to sarcasm. "Bloody hell, Slayer, you ashamed to admit that you got your jollies on with someone who isn't a eunuch?"
Angel glared at Spike. "I'm not a eunuch."
Buffy nodded to affirm that. "And he's a hell of a lot better in bed than you are, Spike."
"Tha's funny, slayer, you seem to be singing a different tune than when you busted in my crypt and had your wicked little way with me…" Spike probably would have said more if it weren't for Angel slugging him in the jaw. Angel had gotten a bit of a sense of humor with his humanity but he wasn't about to let anyone talk about –his- Buffy that way. Not even Spike.
Buffy got between the two of them, and consequently also got slugged in the jaw by Spike. "Ow! Will you two children just back off!"
Both Angel and Spike were pacified for the moment, glaring at one another for daring to hurt Buffy. Spike looked ready to take a stake to himself for hitting Buffy.
"Good. Now that I've got your attention, if I –ever- see you two fighting again, you're both getting your asses whooped royally. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" At their nod, she continues. "Furthermore, Angel, this was NOT the time to tell me you're human again. We'll talk about that later. And you, Spike, are an idiot. I NEVER want to hear you calling Angel names like that again." Buffy was scary when she got like this but it was the only way she had to keep the children from literally tearing at one another's throats.
The next minute, Buffy just had to laugh. The two of them looked so much like two year olds caught with their hands in the cookie jar… it was adorable. Well… Angel was adorable. Spike was, well, Spike.
"Sorry…" Angel and Spike mumbled in unison.
"You two had better be." Buffy struggled to contain her laughter. "Spike, you hit like a girl."
"I bloody well do not!"
"Yes you do, Spike, and you can't write poetry either…" Angel smirked.
"Children!" Buffy put a stop to the fight before they could even start. "Do I have to put you in separate corners?"
**
Xander lay on the couch in his apartment, thinking. Were he and Anya really meant for each other? And if they were, why did he keep having these thoughts about Buffy? Every four seconds he wanted to rush to the phone and call Buffy and tell her that he still loved her, just as he had in high school.
But Anya…. How could he tell her that he had feelings for Buffy? He would devastate her. It sucked to be him… it really did.
**
Meanwhile, back at Buffy's house, Angel was pampering Buffy's jaw. "Angel it doesn't hurt I swear." But Angel would hear none of it; he insisted on pampering her. He'd sent her straight into a hot shower, then into her pajamas and onto the couch to snuggle down under a blanket. He wouldn't let her get up for anything.
"Is there anything you need, Buffy?" Angel sounded anxious to please, and more than part of this was to keep her from being mad at him for blurting it out in front of Spike. Apparently, with his humanity had come some braindeadness.
Buffy nodded. "What I need is for you to sit down and just be with me Angel. I missed you so much while you were gone." Buffy looked at him, giving him the doe-eyed look he had never been able to say no to. "Please?"
Angel nodded in return and sat down next to her, as close as he could get. "I've been given this gift, Buffy, and there's only one thing I can think of that I want to do with it."
"Angel, that better have sounded better in your head than when it came out of your mouth." Buffy blushed rather red and they both laughed over the awkwardness of the moment.
"It did, I swear…" Angel grinned at her. "Unless you want me to mean it that way?"
"Ok, suddenly not feeling clean, have to go take another shower," Buffy teased, standing and walking up to take another shower, only because she wanted to.
However, when Buffy got out of the shower, her pajamas were missing. She moved into the bedroom and grabbed her second-favorite pair, the ones with the funny-looking monkeys on them, just as Angel moved into the room. She grinned at him and quoted Oz from back in high school. "I mock you with my monkey pants!"
Buffy made the mistake of setting her top on the bed as she slipped the bottoms on. Angel grabbed it. "You won't be needing this."
"Oh I won't won't I?" Buffy advanced on Angel, who promptly backed into the door. Buffy pinned him between her arms and started to kiss his neck, sliding her tongue along his pulsing carotid artery. Angel promptly dropped the top, which he was still holding, and Buffy slid down his body… Only to pick up the top and slide it on. "Looks like I win. Sorry Angel." She grinned wickedly.
(TBC)
Spoilers: Angel Seas. 3/Buffy Seas.6, No Connor.
Disclaimer: I'm broke and I haven't made any money off this and the characters are not my own so don't sue please. Unless you like pocket lint.
This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Nyte Brayker, who found the lyrics to "Rebel Yell" for me.
B/A
**
"Bloody hell, you poof, go back to LA."
Angel smirked at Spike for a moment. "Actually, about that… this is the perfect time to give you my news Buffy. I'm human now. No more curse. I can stay with you forever!" Angel held his arms open for the hug he knew was coming and instead got a punch in the jaw from Spike.
"She doesn't want you, Peaches. She's with me now…"
Angel looked to Buffy, giving her his patented "Say-it-isn't-so" look. Buffy just glared at Spike. "Spike, I told you, that doesn't mean anything," Buffy said. "It was a mistake."
Spike was genuinely hurt. Therefore, as Spike is wont to do, he resorted to sarcasm. "Bloody hell, Slayer, you ashamed to admit that you got your jollies on with someone who isn't a eunuch?"
Angel glared at Spike. "I'm not a eunuch."
Buffy nodded to affirm that. "And he's a hell of a lot better in bed than you are, Spike."
"Tha's funny, slayer, you seem to be singing a different tune than when you busted in my crypt and had your wicked little way with me…" Spike probably would have said more if it weren't for Angel slugging him in the jaw. Angel had gotten a bit of a sense of humor with his humanity but he wasn't about to let anyone talk about –his- Buffy that way. Not even Spike.
Buffy got between the two of them, and consequently also got slugged in the jaw by Spike. "Ow! Will you two children just back off!"
Both Angel and Spike were pacified for the moment, glaring at one another for daring to hurt Buffy. Spike looked ready to take a stake to himself for hitting Buffy.
"Good. Now that I've got your attention, if I –ever- see you two fighting again, you're both getting your asses whooped royally. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" At their nod, she continues. "Furthermore, Angel, this was NOT the time to tell me you're human again. We'll talk about that later. And you, Spike, are an idiot. I NEVER want to hear you calling Angel names like that again." Buffy was scary when she got like this but it was the only way she had to keep the children from literally tearing at one another's throats.
The next minute, Buffy just had to laugh. The two of them looked so much like two year olds caught with their hands in the cookie jar… it was adorable. Well… Angel was adorable. Spike was, well, Spike.
"Sorry…" Angel and Spike mumbled in unison.
"You two had better be." Buffy struggled to contain her laughter. "Spike, you hit like a girl."
"I bloody well do not!"
"Yes you do, Spike, and you can't write poetry either…" Angel smirked.
"Children!" Buffy put a stop to the fight before they could even start. "Do I have to put you in separate corners?"
**
Xander lay on the couch in his apartment, thinking. Were he and Anya really meant for each other? And if they were, why did he keep having these thoughts about Buffy? Every four seconds he wanted to rush to the phone and call Buffy and tell her that he still loved her, just as he had in high school.
But Anya…. How could he tell her that he had feelings for Buffy? He would devastate her. It sucked to be him… it really did.
**
Meanwhile, back at Buffy's house, Angel was pampering Buffy's jaw. "Angel it doesn't hurt I swear." But Angel would hear none of it; he insisted on pampering her. He'd sent her straight into a hot shower, then into her pajamas and onto the couch to snuggle down under a blanket. He wouldn't let her get up for anything.
"Is there anything you need, Buffy?" Angel sounded anxious to please, and more than part of this was to keep her from being mad at him for blurting it out in front of Spike. Apparently, with his humanity had come some braindeadness.
Buffy nodded. "What I need is for you to sit down and just be with me Angel. I missed you so much while you were gone." Buffy looked at him, giving him the doe-eyed look he had never been able to say no to. "Please?"
Angel nodded in return and sat down next to her, as close as he could get. "I've been given this gift, Buffy, and there's only one thing I can think of that I want to do with it."
"Angel, that better have sounded better in your head than when it came out of your mouth." Buffy blushed rather red and they both laughed over the awkwardness of the moment.
"It did, I swear…" Angel grinned at her. "Unless you want me to mean it that way?"
"Ok, suddenly not feeling clean, have to go take another shower," Buffy teased, standing and walking up to take another shower, only because she wanted to.
However, when Buffy got out of the shower, her pajamas were missing. She moved into the bedroom and grabbed her second-favorite pair, the ones with the funny-looking monkeys on them, just as Angel moved into the room. She grinned at him and quoted Oz from back in high school. "I mock you with my monkey pants!"
Buffy made the mistake of setting her top on the bed as she slipped the bottoms on. Angel grabbed it. "You won't be needing this."
"Oh I won't won't I?" Buffy advanced on Angel, who promptly backed into the door. Buffy pinned him between her arms and started to kiss his neck, sliding her tongue along his pulsing carotid artery. Angel promptly dropped the top, which he was still holding, and Buffy slid down his body… Only to pick up the top and slide it on. "Looks like I win. Sorry Angel." She grinned wickedly.
(TBC)