Title – Moving In
Author – Flayme
Summary – Buffy and Angel move in together at their parents request, but the folks are just trying to hook 'em up.
Rating – PG-13
Category – AU, Romance
Pairings – Buffy/Angel, Cordelia/Doyle, William/Tara, Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, Giles/Joyce
A/N – Found this challenge on another fic, had to try it out.
A/N2 – Doyle has a very small part, cuz I don't know much about him. Tiff's helping me write him, so any help you can offer would be appreciated.
Disclaimer – Not mine. Like yer reading this.
Dedication – To Tiff, just cuz
It was about an hour later. They were back at their apartment, and the groceries were unpacked. Buffy was on the phone with Riley, and Angel – his nickname had already taken the place of his given one in her mind – was sprawled on the couch watching 'Spaceballs' on TBS.
Buffy wandered into the kitchen, running her fingers lightly over the countertop. "No, Riley, I can't just yet. I don't know how A-Liam would react to you having a key, and besides, we don't have any extras made."
Angel looked away from the TV, frowning, and opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy frantically waved and mouthed 'NO!', so he grinned and stayed silent.
After about five more minutes, Buffy hung up and sighed. Liam was grinning at her. "Why don't you want Loverboy to have a key?"
Buffy frowned at him, but that just made him grin wider. "He's clingy," she confessed, the words out before she could stop them.
Liam nodded. "OK."
The blonde gave him a suspicious look. "That's it?"
He nodded. "That's it." He stood and stretched, and Buffy had to look away to ignore the play of muscles under his clothes. "I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed."
Buffy nodded and stared after him.
Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder crackled. Buffy let out a strangled scream and sat up straight in bed. She had crawled in and laid down no more than ten minutes ago.
She pulled her knees to her chest and whimpered as another lightning bolt flashed across the sky. There was a crackle of thunder and she jumped up and ran from her room. She got halfway through the living room before running smack into Angel's bare, muscular chest. She stumbled back and would've fallen if not for Angel's hand on her arms.
"Buffy?" he asked in his deep, velvety voice. "Are you alright?"
Buffy straightened and managed to nod. There was another flash of lightning and she screamed and pressed up against him. Angel's arms went around her. "Are you afraid of the lightning?" he asked gently.
Buffy nodded helplessly. "Lightning, thunder, storms in general scare the hell out of me." As if to prove her point, she whimpered at the next boom of thunder.
Angel soothingly rubbed her back. "It's alright, love. I promise not to let the big bad storm get you."
The petite blonde pulled back and gave him a slightly angry look. "I'm glad I could be amusing," she said sarcastically. "I think I'll go now."
Angel rolled his eyes at her. "Don't be an ass." He saw her wince at a flash of lightning and gently pulled her back into his arms. "I'm sorry."
Buffy shook her head and settled back into his arms. "It's not your fault."
Her continued to rub his hands up and down her back. "Why do they scare you?"
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. They just always have." She winced at another crack of thunder. "God, I'm not gonna sleep at all tonight."
"Would you sleep if you slept with me?" Angel asked, the words out before he could stop them. "I mean – shared a bed, not slept-slept together."
Buffy laughed softly, and it warmed Angel's heart to hear it. "Yeah, I probably would. But I don't wanna keep you up."
Angel shrugged. "Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I don't have any classes."
Buffy smiled up at him. "Thank you." She yawned, then blushed.
Her roommate saw it, and grinned. "What do you say we crash?"
Buffy changed into her red pajamas and walked back out of her room, hugging her stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo, to her chest. Angel was staring out the window, dressed in loose-fitting sweat pants. The pale illumination from the light over the kitchen sink gave her enough light to see the tattoo on his back. It was a griffin, holding an 'A' in it's talons.
She walked up behind him and lightly brushed her fingertips over the tattoo, causing him to jump. She smiled. "Sorry," she apologized, although she didn't look it. "Nice tattoo."
"Thanks." He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Ready for bed, Princess?"
Buffy glared at him. "Why do you insist on calling me that?"
He shrugged broad shoulders. "'Cause you look like a Princess. Well? Shall we?"
She slipped her hand into his much larger one and allowed him to lead her into his bedroom. The crawled under the covers, keeping sort of separate at first. But there was a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder, and she was half on top of him, her face buried in his neck. His arms went around her, and his hands resumed their soothing rhythm on her back.
"I hate this," Buffy muttered against his neck. "I absolutely hate it."
But it was a lie. She loved lying there next to him, breathing in the sent of his skin. She felt absolutely protected.
Angel curled his arms more firmly around her waist, trying to ignore how good it felt to have her soft body pressed against him. "Hate it, hmmm?" he murmured in her ear, his voice a deep, throaty purr.
Buffy suppressed the urge to moan. "Well…the storm," she murmured, trying to ignore the sudden want. She squirmed to get closer to him, ending up laying nearly complete on top of him.
He suddenly went completely still. "Is something wrong?" Buffy asked.
"Stop squirming," Angel grated, his voice harsh. He met her wide green eyes with dark ones. She looked like she'd been slapped.
"Did I do something wrong?" Buffy asked, hesitant and afraid of his answer.
Angel looked at her, his jaw clenched. "That depends on your definition of wrong."
The little blonde stared at him, blankly incomprehending. Then light slowly dawned in her green eyes and she grinned wickedly.
He glared. "I'm SO glad my discomfort gives you amusement, Princess," he said sarcastically.
"I don't think it's funny," Buffy protested. "I'm kinda proud, though."
Angel stared at her. "Pray tell why?"
She blushed and lowered her head, and he understood. "Oh," he said softly. He lightly kissed her hair. "Sleep, Princess. You have school tomorrow."
Buffy laid down on his chest and rested. She slept little, still afraid, but was comforted by his presence.
Author – Flayme
Summary – Buffy and Angel move in together at their parents request, but the folks are just trying to hook 'em up.
Rating – PG-13
Category – AU, Romance
Pairings – Buffy/Angel, Cordelia/Doyle, William/Tara, Willow/Oz, Xander/Anya, Giles/Joyce
A/N – Found this challenge on another fic, had to try it out.
A/N2 – Doyle has a very small part, cuz I don't know much about him. Tiff's helping me write him, so any help you can offer would be appreciated.
Disclaimer – Not mine. Like yer reading this.
Dedication – To Tiff, just cuz
It was about an hour later. They were back at their apartment, and the groceries were unpacked. Buffy was on the phone with Riley, and Angel – his nickname had already taken the place of his given one in her mind – was sprawled on the couch watching 'Spaceballs' on TBS.
Buffy wandered into the kitchen, running her fingers lightly over the countertop. "No, Riley, I can't just yet. I don't know how A-Liam would react to you having a key, and besides, we don't have any extras made."
Angel looked away from the TV, frowning, and opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy frantically waved and mouthed 'NO!', so he grinned and stayed silent.
After about five more minutes, Buffy hung up and sighed. Liam was grinning at her. "Why don't you want Loverboy to have a key?"
Buffy frowned at him, but that just made him grin wider. "He's clingy," she confessed, the words out before she could stop them.
Liam nodded. "OK."
The blonde gave him a suspicious look. "That's it?"
He nodded. "That's it." He stood and stretched, and Buffy had to look away to ignore the play of muscles under his clothes. "I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed."
Buffy nodded and stared after him.
Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder crackled. Buffy let out a strangled scream and sat up straight in bed. She had crawled in and laid down no more than ten minutes ago.
She pulled her knees to her chest and whimpered as another lightning bolt flashed across the sky. There was a crackle of thunder and she jumped up and ran from her room. She got halfway through the living room before running smack into Angel's bare, muscular chest. She stumbled back and would've fallen if not for Angel's hand on her arms.
"Buffy?" he asked in his deep, velvety voice. "Are you alright?"
Buffy straightened and managed to nod. There was another flash of lightning and she screamed and pressed up against him. Angel's arms went around her. "Are you afraid of the lightning?" he asked gently.
Buffy nodded helplessly. "Lightning, thunder, storms in general scare the hell out of me." As if to prove her point, she whimpered at the next boom of thunder.
Angel soothingly rubbed her back. "It's alright, love. I promise not to let the big bad storm get you."
The petite blonde pulled back and gave him a slightly angry look. "I'm glad I could be amusing," she said sarcastically. "I think I'll go now."
Angel rolled his eyes at her. "Don't be an ass." He saw her wince at a flash of lightning and gently pulled her back into his arms. "I'm sorry."
Buffy shook her head and settled back into his arms. "It's not your fault."
Her continued to rub his hands up and down her back. "Why do they scare you?"
Buffy shrugged. "I don't know. They just always have." She winced at another crack of thunder. "God, I'm not gonna sleep at all tonight."
"Would you sleep if you slept with me?" Angel asked, the words out before he could stop them. "I mean – shared a bed, not slept-slept together."
Buffy laughed softly, and it warmed Angel's heart to hear it. "Yeah, I probably would. But I don't wanna keep you up."
Angel shrugged. "Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I don't have any classes."
Buffy smiled up at him. "Thank you." She yawned, then blushed.
Her roommate saw it, and grinned. "What do you say we crash?"
Buffy changed into her red pajamas and walked back out of her room, hugging her stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo, to her chest. Angel was staring out the window, dressed in loose-fitting sweat pants. The pale illumination from the light over the kitchen sink gave her enough light to see the tattoo on his back. It was a griffin, holding an 'A' in it's talons.
She walked up behind him and lightly brushed her fingertips over the tattoo, causing him to jump. She smiled. "Sorry," she apologized, although she didn't look it. "Nice tattoo."
"Thanks." He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Ready for bed, Princess?"
Buffy glared at him. "Why do you insist on calling me that?"
He shrugged broad shoulders. "'Cause you look like a Princess. Well? Shall we?"
She slipped her hand into his much larger one and allowed him to lead her into his bedroom. The crawled under the covers, keeping sort of separate at first. But there was a flash of lightning and a boom of thunder, and she was half on top of him, her face buried in his neck. His arms went around her, and his hands resumed their soothing rhythm on her back.
"I hate this," Buffy muttered against his neck. "I absolutely hate it."
But it was a lie. She loved lying there next to him, breathing in the sent of his skin. She felt absolutely protected.
Angel curled his arms more firmly around her waist, trying to ignore how good it felt to have her soft body pressed against him. "Hate it, hmmm?" he murmured in her ear, his voice a deep, throaty purr.
Buffy suppressed the urge to moan. "Well…the storm," she murmured, trying to ignore the sudden want. She squirmed to get closer to him, ending up laying nearly complete on top of him.
He suddenly went completely still. "Is something wrong?" Buffy asked.
"Stop squirming," Angel grated, his voice harsh. He met her wide green eyes with dark ones. She looked like she'd been slapped.
"Did I do something wrong?" Buffy asked, hesitant and afraid of his answer.
Angel looked at her, his jaw clenched. "That depends on your definition of wrong."
The little blonde stared at him, blankly incomprehending. Then light slowly dawned in her green eyes and she grinned wickedly.
He glared. "I'm SO glad my discomfort gives you amusement, Princess," he said sarcastically.
"I don't think it's funny," Buffy protested. "I'm kinda proud, though."
Angel stared at her. "Pray tell why?"
She blushed and lowered her head, and he understood. "Oh," he said softly. He lightly kissed her hair. "Sleep, Princess. You have school tomorrow."
Buffy laid down on his chest and rested. She slept little, still afraid, but was comforted by his presence.