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Angel would still be together.
Distribution: If you want to use some of my material, just contact me at SamMacArt@aol.com
Sorry, I took so long updating I've been in hospital with low Hemoglobin and had to have a blood transfusion (still haven't found my blood type though). Thank you for all the nice reviews!
This is dedicated to one of my good friends in hospital, Millie. Hope you fweel better now the operations over.
Please R & R, Thank you to everyone who has already.
The Tutoring
"Bye guys", Buffy called to the retreating van, even though she knew Oz, Will and Xander couldn't hear her. She was standing outside Angel's mansion on Crawford Street in a tight, red, figure hugging dress that was less of a dress and more of a shirt. She wriggled nervously in her high, strappy sandals and wondered why she'd worn them in the first place.
She walked over to the door and rang the large bell outside, she felt self- conscious waiting there and wished she'd brought along a jacket.
While inside Angel was doing no better. He'd used countless amounts of gel trying to make one, small part of his hair stick up properly. Nothing seemed to work and he wondered why God was torturing him, he'd never seem to have this problem before.
He heard the bell resound in the hallway, and put on the last bit of gel before calming himself and walking over to the door.
Buffy inwardly gasped when she saw him. He was wearing a tight v-neck crimson shirt and a pair of black leather pants that outlined his lower half perfectly. She stared at him awkwardly for a few seconds before shaking off her reverie and smiling at him warmly.
As soon as Angel saw her, he scolded himself for not wearing looser pants. His eyes drank in the sight of her and the skimpy dress she was wearing and he nearly threw her on the table there and then. He pinched his arm and stepped back to let her pass.
"So Buffy", he asked, "where would you like to start?" At her puzzled expression he continued, "America or Britain, you did Britain last year but I figure you might want to catch up on that too, as its needed for exams, later on."
"Well I better do first things first, I'll get British History over and then I can move on to American History. Besides English history has gotter be way easier, isn't Britain like wincey?" Buffy asked, her big eyes filled with confusion and once again Angel could feel himself turning hard.
"Yes, its small", he replied to her. "But that doesn't necessarily mean it has less history", he added under his breath.
"Well lets get started then", Buffy said, before Angel motioned her into a room. It was beautiful and had woodcarvings in every corner, the room was a crimson color with large, dark red curtains to match. There were at least thirty bookcases surrounding a small, antique, coffee table and two, comfy- looking armchairs stood by it. "God, Giles would love this", Buffy muttered. Astounded with the large room.
"Pardon", Angel asked as he led her to the small table. "Who's Giles?"
"No one important", Buffy replied, before putting on a large smile and sitting herself comfortably in one of the chairs.
"Well lets get started", Angel said before picking a large book from one of the bookshelves and sitting right next to her. "We'll start with the Tudors as they're the most interesting", Buffy nodded absently, she was fine with anything, as long as she got to stare into those dark, chocolate colored eyes, she'd be contented all night.
Angel opened a page in the book and began reciting from memory, only having the occasional peek at its page. " It all began with Henry Tudor, he won the war of the Roses against Richard III and was then proclaimed Henry VII, King of England. He had four children called Arthur, Henry, Mary and Margaret." He drifted on and on, while the whole time he was wondering if Buffy's dress would hitch any higher and Buffy stared longingly at his large, supple lips. That was until Angel realized Buffy wasn't taking any of this down, he snapped out of the lusty teenager mood he was in and went back into teacher alert. "Buffy, how come you're not taking any of this down, is something wrong?"
"Oh, umm", Buffy was finder it harder to get out of the mood she was in, than Angel had and to find a good excuse. Buffy's fingers suddenly found her pencil and she had a good idea. Buffy twitched her hand and 'accidentally' her pen fell off the table. "Because I can't find my pen," was Buffy's answer to the earlier question. "Oh, there it is on the floor", she continued, attempting to look surprised.
"I'll get it", Angel bent down, just as Buffy did and they bumped foreheads.
Both of them stayed there looking into the others eyes, completely unaware of anything else. They reflected one another's emotions of Love, trust, happiness and yet again Love.
They both started moving in and just as Buffy felt the first brush of his warm lips, a voice from the hallway slurred, "God, peaches isn't that supposed to be one of your students."
Distribution: If you want to use some of my material, just contact me at SamMacArt@aol.com
Sorry, I took so long updating I've been in hospital with low Hemoglobin and had to have a blood transfusion (still haven't found my blood type though). Thank you for all the nice reviews!
This is dedicated to one of my good friends in hospital, Millie. Hope you fweel better now the operations over.
Please R & R, Thank you to everyone who has already.
The Tutoring
"Bye guys", Buffy called to the retreating van, even though she knew Oz, Will and Xander couldn't hear her. She was standing outside Angel's mansion on Crawford Street in a tight, red, figure hugging dress that was less of a dress and more of a shirt. She wriggled nervously in her high, strappy sandals and wondered why she'd worn them in the first place.
She walked over to the door and rang the large bell outside, she felt self- conscious waiting there and wished she'd brought along a jacket.
While inside Angel was doing no better. He'd used countless amounts of gel trying to make one, small part of his hair stick up properly. Nothing seemed to work and he wondered why God was torturing him, he'd never seem to have this problem before.
He heard the bell resound in the hallway, and put on the last bit of gel before calming himself and walking over to the door.
Buffy inwardly gasped when she saw him. He was wearing a tight v-neck crimson shirt and a pair of black leather pants that outlined his lower half perfectly. She stared at him awkwardly for a few seconds before shaking off her reverie and smiling at him warmly.
As soon as Angel saw her, he scolded himself for not wearing looser pants. His eyes drank in the sight of her and the skimpy dress she was wearing and he nearly threw her on the table there and then. He pinched his arm and stepped back to let her pass.
"So Buffy", he asked, "where would you like to start?" At her puzzled expression he continued, "America or Britain, you did Britain last year but I figure you might want to catch up on that too, as its needed for exams, later on."
"Well I better do first things first, I'll get British History over and then I can move on to American History. Besides English history has gotter be way easier, isn't Britain like wincey?" Buffy asked, her big eyes filled with confusion and once again Angel could feel himself turning hard.
"Yes, its small", he replied to her. "But that doesn't necessarily mean it has less history", he added under his breath.
"Well lets get started then", Buffy said, before Angel motioned her into a room. It was beautiful and had woodcarvings in every corner, the room was a crimson color with large, dark red curtains to match. There were at least thirty bookcases surrounding a small, antique, coffee table and two, comfy- looking armchairs stood by it. "God, Giles would love this", Buffy muttered. Astounded with the large room.
"Pardon", Angel asked as he led her to the small table. "Who's Giles?"
"No one important", Buffy replied, before putting on a large smile and sitting herself comfortably in one of the chairs.
"Well lets get started", Angel said before picking a large book from one of the bookshelves and sitting right next to her. "We'll start with the Tudors as they're the most interesting", Buffy nodded absently, she was fine with anything, as long as she got to stare into those dark, chocolate colored eyes, she'd be contented all night.
Angel opened a page in the book and began reciting from memory, only having the occasional peek at its page. " It all began with Henry Tudor, he won the war of the Roses against Richard III and was then proclaimed Henry VII, King of England. He had four children called Arthur, Henry, Mary and Margaret." He drifted on and on, while the whole time he was wondering if Buffy's dress would hitch any higher and Buffy stared longingly at his large, supple lips. That was until Angel realized Buffy wasn't taking any of this down, he snapped out of the lusty teenager mood he was in and went back into teacher alert. "Buffy, how come you're not taking any of this down, is something wrong?"
"Oh, umm", Buffy was finder it harder to get out of the mood she was in, than Angel had and to find a good excuse. Buffy's fingers suddenly found her pencil and she had a good idea. Buffy twitched her hand and 'accidentally' her pen fell off the table. "Because I can't find my pen," was Buffy's answer to the earlier question. "Oh, there it is on the floor", she continued, attempting to look surprised.
"I'll get it", Angel bent down, just as Buffy did and they bumped foreheads.
Both of them stayed there looking into the others eyes, completely unaware of anything else. They reflected one another's emotions of Love, trust, happiness and yet again Love.
They both started moving in and just as Buffy felt the first brush of his warm lips, a voice from the hallway slurred, "God, peaches isn't that supposed to be one of your students."