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
Angel quickly ran his hand through his hair and frowned at the book in front of him, looking a great deal like he blamed the poor thing.
Doyle leaned across the table – he always had been brave – and said softly, "The book didn't do it, you know."
Angel turned his glare from the book to Doyle. "Fuck off."
Doyle laughed softly. "I was right."
Brown eyes narrowed. "About what?"
"The girl's getting to ya, right?"
Angel spoke through clenched teeth. "No."
"Riiight."
Will tossed his books onto the table next to Doyle's. "Right about what?"
"Betty's getting to him," Doyle explained.
"Buffy," Angel corrected automatically.
His two friends exchanged glances. They both grinned. Angel glared. "Bite me," he muttered, leaned back in his chair, and scowled.
Will laughed. "Where's Drusilla?"
Angel shrugged. "I don't know."
Doyle yawned. "Why don't ya dump Dru and ask out Buffy?" he suggested.
His friend sighed. "I would, but she has a boyfriend."
Will leaned over. "What happened, anyway?"
Angel shrugged. "I kissed her." He slammed his fist down on the table. "I can't believe I kissed her!"
The other two looked surprised. They *were* surprised. They'd never seen Angel act this scattered about a girl before.
"So?" Will asked bluntly. "Break 'em up. I can tell ya like this bint – er, girl."
Angel glared. "I do fuckin' not."
Will rolled his eyes. "Riiight. We know different, right, Doyle? 'Sides, she's starin' at ya."
Angel quickly looked up, then resolutely looked back done. "I don't care."
Doyle smirked. Angel continued to stare at his book.
Across the room, Buffy was staring at him as if he were her lifeline, her only connection to – well, anything. Willow, Tara, and Anya were staring at her like she was a fascinating new specimen. Riley was looking at her like she was going to die.
Anya and Tara found it amusing, Willow was worried that Buffy was getting in over her head, and Riley was worried she was going to fall for somebody that was, well, actually a man.
Buffy sighed and slumped back into her chair. Tara smiled at her sympathetically. Going home was going to be hell.
*
Buffy walked in the front door, practically tip-toeing. She didn't see Angel, and sprawled out on the couch, staring at the wall.
A few moments later, he entered the room, rubbing his thick dark hair dry with a towel. There were still some beads of water on his chest, and Buffy had to look away quickly to suppress the urge to get up, go over to him, and lick them away with a caressing tongue.
He plopped down on the couch next to her. "Hey."
Buffy managed a smile which, amazingly enough, looked natural, and glanced at him. "Hey."
"Talked to my mom today. She thinks we should have a housewarming." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Sound cool?"
"Sounds great, if you don't invite that obnoxious British friend of yours. What's his name, Will?"
Angel raised an eyebrow at her. "Fine, as long as you don't invite your appendage."
"Riley comes."
"Then so does Will."
Buffy sighed. "Not gonna win that one, am I?"
Angel shook his head. "Nope. Will and I have been friends since we were kids."
Buffy sighed and leaned her head against his broad, bare shoulder, the tan skin still warm from his shower. "He seems kind of….odd."
He laughed, a deep, sexy rumbly laugh that she could feel against her cheek. "He is odd. So is Doyle. And so is Cordy. But they are my best friends."
Buffy frowned. "Cordy?"
"The cat girl in the picture. Cordelia. Cordy's a nickname of sorts." He slipped an arm around her waist absently. "Doyle head over heels for her."
"Hmm," she murmured, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder. "That's sweet."
Angel grinned. "Not if you consider the fact that she can't stand him and he'd die for her."
Buffy raised her head and looked at him. "Why doesn't she like him? I thought he was sweet."
He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. "Cordy's kind of…well, I don't want to say stuck-up…" He paused. "Actually, I kind of do want to say stuck-up." Another pause. "She's very materialistic, and Doyle's poorer than dirt. The only money in his family is under the couch cushions, and that's a direct quote."
The tiny blonde on his shoulder laughed quietly. "He didn't seem like the….money-having type. Does his fashion sense have anything to do with her not liking him?"
Angel laughed quietly. "Actually, yes." He shifted his shoulders against the couch and sank down further. "So, what about this party idea?"
She sighed, nearly asleep. "OK."
*
It was Friday night, and they were getting ready for their impromptu little housewarming. Will and Doyle had been the first to arrive, already half-drunk and ignoring Buffy's looks of distaste. Doyle was currently seated on the couch. Will had stopped once they'd gotten there, and was currently flirting with Buffy, making her laugh, much to her internal disgust. Doyle, however, was sitting on the couch, settling and grimly drinking himself towards oblivion.
Buffy looked at him and frowned. Will followed her gaze and sighed, all of his lightheartedness suddenly gone. "Poor Doyle."
"What's wrong with him?" Buffy asked, concerned for the man she had liked instantly.
"Cordelia's gonna be here," Angel said quietly, joining their small group by the kitchen table. "He doesn't want to face her sober."
Buffy looked at him, startled. "Is he that in love with her?"
Will nodded silently, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it," Angel said quietly. He left, then reappeared a moment later with Riley and Xander.
Riley gave Buffy a quick peck on the lips and a hug, and Buffy suppressed a giggle when she saw Will making annoying kissy-faces over her boyfriend's broad shoulder.
Angel punched his friend in the arm. "Stop that."
Will grinned at him, ignoring the confused look on Riley's face.
His friend gestured toward the living room, and Will nodded before joining his friend in the living room.
Angel cleared his throat. "Could you two move it somewhere else? I have to get food ready."
Buffy nodded and pulled gratefully out of Riley's arms, even though he tried to hold on to her. "I'll help, Angel."
The two of them prepared food, and set Will to answering the door and Doyle to selecting music, after they had taken away his whiskey. Of course, the presents that he and Will had brought had been alcoholic in nature, so it had been a real fight. Riley had brought Buffy lingerie, which had pissed her off, and made Angel want to gut him.
After Riley was Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya, all in the same car. Willow and Tara came with candles, Xander and Anya with a plant. Then came Angel's friend "Oz," with music, and Drusilla, his girlfriend, also with candles, and some incense, the really expensive kind. Buffy watched with enormous jealousy as Angel and Dru exchanged a nearly perfunctory kiss on the lips, and he gently asked her to keep an eye on Doyle.
He came back in and leaned against the counter next to her. "I don't like Xander," he said calmly.
Buffy laughed. "Ok."
He was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. Angel answered it, and introduced her to Cordelia, a beautiful brunette with large eyes, a gorgeous smile, and killer fashion sense. She came with food.
A few minutes later a couple more of Angel's friends arrived, Gunn, Fred and Wesley. Gunn was easygoing, Fred was a babbler, and Wesley was very shy. The last person to arrive was Buffy's friend Faith, who was a bit of a wild girl. They all adjourned to the living room at that point, and both Buffy and Angel noticed some unusual things. Cordelia was talking to Doyle, a strange light in her eyes and a hopeless one in his. Oz was talking quietly to Willow, who was hanging on his every word. Buffy quickly looked to Tara, thinking Willow's girlfriend might be a bit upset at this development, but she was in a deep conversation about poets with Will. Drusilla was talking with Xander, Anya, Wesley, and Fred. Riley was sulking by himself in a corner. Gunn was flirting with Faith. Buffy and Angel circulated, then settled into the main conversation around the couch with Dru, Xander, Anya, Wes, and Fred. Much fun was had, and some odd friendships formed that caused uneasiness in existing relationships. It was like a soap opera.
Later, when every one was gone, the two roomies were sprawled out on the couch. "That was interesting," Angel said softly.
Buffy nodded slgihtly. "Yeah. Who would've thought Faith would have a crush?"
Angle grinned. "That's one date I actually think Gunn's going to keep." He paused. "Did you see Tara and Will?"
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Did you see Willow and Oz?"
Her roommate laughed softly. "I think we've got some changes coming…."
Buffy nodded and fell asleep against his shoulder.
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
Angel quickly ran his hand through his hair and frowned at the book in front of him, looking a great deal like he blamed the poor thing.
Doyle leaned across the table – he always had been brave – and said softly, "The book didn't do it, you know."
Angel turned his glare from the book to Doyle. "Fuck off."
Doyle laughed softly. "I was right."
Brown eyes narrowed. "About what?"
"The girl's getting to ya, right?"
Angel spoke through clenched teeth. "No."
"Riiight."
Will tossed his books onto the table next to Doyle's. "Right about what?"
"Betty's getting to him," Doyle explained.
"Buffy," Angel corrected automatically.
His two friends exchanged glances. They both grinned. Angel glared. "Bite me," he muttered, leaned back in his chair, and scowled.
Will laughed. "Where's Drusilla?"
Angel shrugged. "I don't know."
Doyle yawned. "Why don't ya dump Dru and ask out Buffy?" he suggested.
His friend sighed. "I would, but she has a boyfriend."
Will leaned over. "What happened, anyway?"
Angel shrugged. "I kissed her." He slammed his fist down on the table. "I can't believe I kissed her!"
The other two looked surprised. They *were* surprised. They'd never seen Angel act this scattered about a girl before.
"So?" Will asked bluntly. "Break 'em up. I can tell ya like this bint – er, girl."
Angel glared. "I do fuckin' not."
Will rolled his eyes. "Riiight. We know different, right, Doyle? 'Sides, she's starin' at ya."
Angel quickly looked up, then resolutely looked back done. "I don't care."
Doyle smirked. Angel continued to stare at his book.
Across the room, Buffy was staring at him as if he were her lifeline, her only connection to – well, anything. Willow, Tara, and Anya were staring at her like she was a fascinating new specimen. Riley was looking at her like she was going to die.
Anya and Tara found it amusing, Willow was worried that Buffy was getting in over her head, and Riley was worried she was going to fall for somebody that was, well, actually a man.
Buffy sighed and slumped back into her chair. Tara smiled at her sympathetically. Going home was going to be hell.
*
Buffy walked in the front door, practically tip-toeing. She didn't see Angel, and sprawled out on the couch, staring at the wall.
A few moments later, he entered the room, rubbing his thick dark hair dry with a towel. There were still some beads of water on his chest, and Buffy had to look away quickly to suppress the urge to get up, go over to him, and lick them away with a caressing tongue.
He plopped down on the couch next to her. "Hey."
Buffy managed a smile which, amazingly enough, looked natural, and glanced at him. "Hey."
"Talked to my mom today. She thinks we should have a housewarming." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Sound cool?"
"Sounds great, if you don't invite that obnoxious British friend of yours. What's his name, Will?"
Angel raised an eyebrow at her. "Fine, as long as you don't invite your appendage."
"Riley comes."
"Then so does Will."
Buffy sighed. "Not gonna win that one, am I?"
Angel shook his head. "Nope. Will and I have been friends since we were kids."
Buffy sighed and leaned her head against his broad, bare shoulder, the tan skin still warm from his shower. "He seems kind of….odd."
He laughed, a deep, sexy rumbly laugh that she could feel against her cheek. "He is odd. So is Doyle. And so is Cordy. But they are my best friends."
Buffy frowned. "Cordy?"
"The cat girl in the picture. Cordelia. Cordy's a nickname of sorts." He slipped an arm around her waist absently. "Doyle head over heels for her."
"Hmm," she murmured, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder. "That's sweet."
Angel grinned. "Not if you consider the fact that she can't stand him and he'd die for her."
Buffy raised her head and looked at him. "Why doesn't she like him? I thought he was sweet."
He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. "Cordy's kind of…well, I don't want to say stuck-up…" He paused. "Actually, I kind of do want to say stuck-up." Another pause. "She's very materialistic, and Doyle's poorer than dirt. The only money in his family is under the couch cushions, and that's a direct quote."
The tiny blonde on his shoulder laughed quietly. "He didn't seem like the….money-having type. Does his fashion sense have anything to do with her not liking him?"
Angel laughed quietly. "Actually, yes." He shifted his shoulders against the couch and sank down further. "So, what about this party idea?"
She sighed, nearly asleep. "OK."
*
It was Friday night, and they were getting ready for their impromptu little housewarming. Will and Doyle had been the first to arrive, already half-drunk and ignoring Buffy's looks of distaste. Doyle was currently seated on the couch. Will had stopped once they'd gotten there, and was currently flirting with Buffy, making her laugh, much to her internal disgust. Doyle, however, was sitting on the couch, settling and grimly drinking himself towards oblivion.
Buffy looked at him and frowned. Will followed her gaze and sighed, all of his lightheartedness suddenly gone. "Poor Doyle."
"What's wrong with him?" Buffy asked, concerned for the man she had liked instantly.
"Cordelia's gonna be here," Angel said quietly, joining their small group by the kitchen table. "He doesn't want to face her sober."
Buffy looked at him, startled. "Is he that in love with her?"
Will nodded silently, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it," Angel said quietly. He left, then reappeared a moment later with Riley and Xander.
Riley gave Buffy a quick peck on the lips and a hug, and Buffy suppressed a giggle when she saw Will making annoying kissy-faces over her boyfriend's broad shoulder.
Angel punched his friend in the arm. "Stop that."
Will grinned at him, ignoring the confused look on Riley's face.
His friend gestured toward the living room, and Will nodded before joining his friend in the living room.
Angel cleared his throat. "Could you two move it somewhere else? I have to get food ready."
Buffy nodded and pulled gratefully out of Riley's arms, even though he tried to hold on to her. "I'll help, Angel."
The two of them prepared food, and set Will to answering the door and Doyle to selecting music, after they had taken away his whiskey. Of course, the presents that he and Will had brought had been alcoholic in nature, so it had been a real fight. Riley had brought Buffy lingerie, which had pissed her off, and made Angel want to gut him.
After Riley was Willow, Tara, Xander, and Anya, all in the same car. Willow and Tara came with candles, Xander and Anya with a plant. Then came Angel's friend "Oz," with music, and Drusilla, his girlfriend, also with candles, and some incense, the really expensive kind. Buffy watched with enormous jealousy as Angel and Dru exchanged a nearly perfunctory kiss on the lips, and he gently asked her to keep an eye on Doyle.
He came back in and leaned against the counter next to her. "I don't like Xander," he said calmly.
Buffy laughed. "Ok."
He was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. Angel answered it, and introduced her to Cordelia, a beautiful brunette with large eyes, a gorgeous smile, and killer fashion sense. She came with food.
A few minutes later a couple more of Angel's friends arrived, Gunn, Fred and Wesley. Gunn was easygoing, Fred was a babbler, and Wesley was very shy. The last person to arrive was Buffy's friend Faith, who was a bit of a wild girl. They all adjourned to the living room at that point, and both Buffy and Angel noticed some unusual things. Cordelia was talking to Doyle, a strange light in her eyes and a hopeless one in his. Oz was talking quietly to Willow, who was hanging on his every word. Buffy quickly looked to Tara, thinking Willow's girlfriend might be a bit upset at this development, but she was in a deep conversation about poets with Will. Drusilla was talking with Xander, Anya, Wesley, and Fred. Riley was sulking by himself in a corner. Gunn was flirting with Faith. Buffy and Angel circulated, then settled into the main conversation around the couch with Dru, Xander, Anya, Wes, and Fred. Much fun was had, and some odd friendships formed that caused uneasiness in existing relationships. It was like a soap opera.
Later, when every one was gone, the two roomies were sprawled out on the couch. "That was interesting," Angel said softly.
Buffy nodded slgihtly. "Yeah. Who would've thought Faith would have a crush?"
Angle grinned. "That's one date I actually think Gunn's going to keep." He paused. "Did you see Tara and Will?"
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Did you see Willow and Oz?"
Her roommate laughed softly. "I think we've got some changes coming…."
Buffy nodded and fell asleep against his shoulder.