My Unsung Hero
Author: Bitca E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on. It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
Rating: Will eventually become 'R' rated. (
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D
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Part 5
"Hey Willow," Buffy hugged her friend as she stepped in.
"Sleeping Beauty is officially awake then." Willow exclaimed putting her bag down at the door and following Buffy into the Living Room. Buffy cast her a dirty look and sat down, still reeling from the close proximity of Angel, he was reeking havoc with her.
"How *did* I get home?" she finally asked as Willow made herself comfortable.
"Angel brought you," Buffy looked at her for more. "He carried you back home and then put you to bed," she said lightly as she flicked through the TV-Guide nervously.
"Willow I woke up in my underwear," she told her sternly.
Willow looked up not looking shocked in the slightest. "So?" Buffy looked at her in disbelief. "Wasn't Angel there with you?" Willow asked as she chucked the book back on the coffee table, purposely avoiding the obvious question.
"Yes," she said hotly.
"Also in his underwear?" she pried coolly.
"Yes," she said through clenched teeth.
"I'll bet he looked nice," she said, her eyes dancing with laughter.
"Willow!" Buffy sighed indignantly, she was getting frustrated now.
"What? Look, Angel brought you home asleep in his arms and put you to bed. Dawn went to Xander's and I helped him get you into bed. Angel undressed you, but he probably kept his eyes closed the entire time. I had to convince him to stay and sleep in the *same room* with you. So if you got the guy in his underwear, then I have to congratulate you, cause if I hadn't intervened he would've spent the night on your sofa. And all we know how comfortable your sofa is!" Willow couldn't see what Buffy's problem was, why was she mad about this? The old Buffy would have been smitten and absolutely busting to tell her what had happened and all the juicy bits. But lately, Buffy had become 'closed up shell Buffy', she never talked about her slaying anymore or anything for that matter and hadn't even mentioned her mother dying. Willow hoped that maybe Angel's presence would make those walls crumble, which was why she was making her visit quick and painless.
Speak of the devil.
He walked in with Dawn trapped underneath his arm in a headlock smiling with clenched teeth as he sternly lectured her. "Who wins?" Dawn, defeated stopped struggling.
"You do," her arms dropping to her sides.
"Good," he released her, smiling smugly.
"Chauvinist," she retorted as she ran into the other room, narrowly escaping his clutch. He shook his head and sat down next to Buffy on the couch.
"Hey Willow, I thought you said you were coming this afternoon?" he casually queried leaning back against the couch.
"I did, I mean I was, I-I just came early because I have to stuff to do this afternoon that-that I couldn't reschedule." Willow stumbled over her excuse.
The lack of conversation was blatantly obvious and awkward and the clock ticked by. Finally with a small sigh of relief from Buffy, Dawn walked back in and held herself in respite. With all eyes locked on her curious as to what she would add to the empty air. "May I go over to Kristi's?" she carefully looked at Buffy, unsure of the answer she would give her.
"Why?" a touch of asperity in the retort.
"Because she's my friend, and I want to talk to her," she said unsure of what Buffy was prying for. Willow rose from her seat.
"I should also be going now, I couldn't stay for long anyway," she collected her bag as they all followed her out to the front door. "I could take you to your friends house if you like Dawn?" Unintentionally undermining Buffy and implying that she could go. But Willow knew that Buffy wouldn't say 'no' to her now.
"No, I'll take her," she said sternly, sighing with indignation to the timing as she opened the door slightly, aware that Angel was still standing there.
"Okay, well I'll see you soon. Bye Dawn," She called behind her and as the door slowly closed, a muffled 'seeya' came from upstairs.
Dawn came back down the stairs with her bag, ready to go. "She lives across the street so you don't have to drive me, unless of course you would like to chaperone me at crossing the street?" She butted out before Buffy could say anything. She opened her mouth to retort but Angel cut her off.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, have fun," he handed Dawn her coat and closed the door behind her.
Buffy's latent anger was about to show itself. She was fuming. She walked into the family room and he followed, turning she faced him, chin raised defiantly. "You should probably get some rest, catch up on some sleep," he said softly, completely disregarding her mood.
She wanted to throw him down, pin him to the ground and grill him with questions until her throat was raw. How dare he?? How dare he come here and play havoc with her heart, who did he think he was to toy with her emotions, feelings, her body. And the worst part was that he didn't even realise how unnerving his mere presence was to her, he was completely oblivious to her struggle. Half the time she wanted to kiss him crazy and other times she wanted to hit him till he bled and pleaded for her forgiveness for leaving in the first place. Urrrgggghhh the man was insufferable.
This being one of the times she wanted to hit him. But as she looked into his soft brown eyes, him only being concerned for her, she couldn't help but let her anger melt away in his eyes.
"I'm not tired, I have stuff to do," she dismissed him cryptically.
"Like what?"
"Chores,"
"I'll help," he shrugged with acquiescence.
"Fine," and she disappeared. She picked up the two laundry baskets filled with clothes and traipsed back into the lounge and dumped at his feet next to the couch.
"You can help me fold all this," she sat down on the couch on the other side of the basket. He sat down silently.
They began sorting and folding through her clothes, he meticulously folded her clothes and carefully placed them in a pile next to him, she couldn't help but giggle.
"What?"
"You don't have to help, I don't mind," she said referring to his ministrations in more than just her washing.
"I don't either," in all honesty what else was he supposed to do?
Her reticence towards him was hurtful, she had opened up to him before but now she had her prickles out, and he was having a hard time getting trying to get through to her with out her wanting to stake him.
"What are these?" he asked in exaggerated disbelief as he held up the sexy red lace G-String.
She looked up, and her eyes widened, she quickly reached out to snatch them away from him, but she was too slow. Her cheeks flushed red as he smiled at her, laughter in his eyes.
"Well?" he waved them in the air in a tenacious manner, demanding her answer, taunting her to play his tease.
She fidgeted uncomfortably. "What, it's just underwear?" she said nonchalantly, trying desperately to curb her wild imagination.
"No-no-no-no-no, I know what underwear looks like, this is underwear, " he lifted another plain pair of black undies pointedly comparing them. "This is not underwear," he waved the red G-string about.
"Alright fine, so it's lingerie, just give it to me," she reached at him as he held them just out of her reach, and fell onto him, she leaned on his chest fighting with him for possession of her knickers.
Laughing she tickled him, as he recoiled from her probing fingers she was able to snatch them out of his hands, with a proud huff.
"You'll pay for that Slayer," he threatened.
She sprung from the couch and bolted out the room with Angel in close pursuit, the lingerie still in her hand.
"Ahh, no, no!!! Stop, please, Uncle, uncle, ahhh!!" Buffy squealed under his hands as he tickled her mercilessly.
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Buffy sighed as Angel undressed her again.
"I told you, you were tired," he whispered shaking his head in amusement.
Her legs finally free, he pulled the covers up over her body. He picked up Mr Gordo from the chair and unconsciously cuddled him to his chest as she rolled over. Angel put the pig down with Buffy on the bed, cradled in her arms and turned off the lamp. And he couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he closed the door behind him.
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Author: Bitca E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on. It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
Rating: Will eventually become 'R' rated. (
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D
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Part 5
"Hey Willow," Buffy hugged her friend as she stepped in.
"Sleeping Beauty is officially awake then." Willow exclaimed putting her bag down at the door and following Buffy into the Living Room. Buffy cast her a dirty look and sat down, still reeling from the close proximity of Angel, he was reeking havoc with her.
"How *did* I get home?" she finally asked as Willow made herself comfortable.
"Angel brought you," Buffy looked at her for more. "He carried you back home and then put you to bed," she said lightly as she flicked through the TV-Guide nervously.
"Willow I woke up in my underwear," she told her sternly.
Willow looked up not looking shocked in the slightest. "So?" Buffy looked at her in disbelief. "Wasn't Angel there with you?" Willow asked as she chucked the book back on the coffee table, purposely avoiding the obvious question.
"Yes," she said hotly.
"Also in his underwear?" she pried coolly.
"Yes," she said through clenched teeth.
"I'll bet he looked nice," she said, her eyes dancing with laughter.
"Willow!" Buffy sighed indignantly, she was getting frustrated now.
"What? Look, Angel brought you home asleep in his arms and put you to bed. Dawn went to Xander's and I helped him get you into bed. Angel undressed you, but he probably kept his eyes closed the entire time. I had to convince him to stay and sleep in the *same room* with you. So if you got the guy in his underwear, then I have to congratulate you, cause if I hadn't intervened he would've spent the night on your sofa. And all we know how comfortable your sofa is!" Willow couldn't see what Buffy's problem was, why was she mad about this? The old Buffy would have been smitten and absolutely busting to tell her what had happened and all the juicy bits. But lately, Buffy had become 'closed up shell Buffy', she never talked about her slaying anymore or anything for that matter and hadn't even mentioned her mother dying. Willow hoped that maybe Angel's presence would make those walls crumble, which was why she was making her visit quick and painless.
Speak of the devil.
He walked in with Dawn trapped underneath his arm in a headlock smiling with clenched teeth as he sternly lectured her. "Who wins?" Dawn, defeated stopped struggling.
"You do," her arms dropping to her sides.
"Good," he released her, smiling smugly.
"Chauvinist," she retorted as she ran into the other room, narrowly escaping his clutch. He shook his head and sat down next to Buffy on the couch.
"Hey Willow, I thought you said you were coming this afternoon?" he casually queried leaning back against the couch.
"I did, I mean I was, I-I just came early because I have to stuff to do this afternoon that-that I couldn't reschedule." Willow stumbled over her excuse.
The lack of conversation was blatantly obvious and awkward and the clock ticked by. Finally with a small sigh of relief from Buffy, Dawn walked back in and held herself in respite. With all eyes locked on her curious as to what she would add to the empty air. "May I go over to Kristi's?" she carefully looked at Buffy, unsure of the answer she would give her.
"Why?" a touch of asperity in the retort.
"Because she's my friend, and I want to talk to her," she said unsure of what Buffy was prying for. Willow rose from her seat.
"I should also be going now, I couldn't stay for long anyway," she collected her bag as they all followed her out to the front door. "I could take you to your friends house if you like Dawn?" Unintentionally undermining Buffy and implying that she could go. But Willow knew that Buffy wouldn't say 'no' to her now.
"No, I'll take her," she said sternly, sighing with indignation to the timing as she opened the door slightly, aware that Angel was still standing there.
"Okay, well I'll see you soon. Bye Dawn," She called behind her and as the door slowly closed, a muffled 'seeya' came from upstairs.
Dawn came back down the stairs with her bag, ready to go. "She lives across the street so you don't have to drive me, unless of course you would like to chaperone me at crossing the street?" She butted out before Buffy could say anything. She opened her mouth to retort but Angel cut her off.
"I'm sure that won't be necessary, have fun," he handed Dawn her coat and closed the door behind her.
Buffy's latent anger was about to show itself. She was fuming. She walked into the family room and he followed, turning she faced him, chin raised defiantly. "You should probably get some rest, catch up on some sleep," he said softly, completely disregarding her mood.
She wanted to throw him down, pin him to the ground and grill him with questions until her throat was raw. How dare he?? How dare he come here and play havoc with her heart, who did he think he was to toy with her emotions, feelings, her body. And the worst part was that he didn't even realise how unnerving his mere presence was to her, he was completely oblivious to her struggle. Half the time she wanted to kiss him crazy and other times she wanted to hit him till he bled and pleaded for her forgiveness for leaving in the first place. Urrrgggghhh the man was insufferable.
This being one of the times she wanted to hit him. But as she looked into his soft brown eyes, him only being concerned for her, she couldn't help but let her anger melt away in his eyes.
"I'm not tired, I have stuff to do," she dismissed him cryptically.
"Like what?"
"Chores,"
"I'll help," he shrugged with acquiescence.
"Fine," and she disappeared. She picked up the two laundry baskets filled with clothes and traipsed back into the lounge and dumped at his feet next to the couch.
"You can help me fold all this," she sat down on the couch on the other side of the basket. He sat down silently.
They began sorting and folding through her clothes, he meticulously folded her clothes and carefully placed them in a pile next to him, she couldn't help but giggle.
"What?"
"You don't have to help, I don't mind," she said referring to his ministrations in more than just her washing.
"I don't either," in all honesty what else was he supposed to do?
Her reticence towards him was hurtful, she had opened up to him before but now she had her prickles out, and he was having a hard time getting trying to get through to her with out her wanting to stake him.
"What are these?" he asked in exaggerated disbelief as he held up the sexy red lace G-String.
She looked up, and her eyes widened, she quickly reached out to snatch them away from him, but she was too slow. Her cheeks flushed red as he smiled at her, laughter in his eyes.
"Well?" he waved them in the air in a tenacious manner, demanding her answer, taunting her to play his tease.
She fidgeted uncomfortably. "What, it's just underwear?" she said nonchalantly, trying desperately to curb her wild imagination.
"No-no-no-no-no, I know what underwear looks like, this is underwear, " he lifted another plain pair of black undies pointedly comparing them. "This is not underwear," he waved the red G-string about.
"Alright fine, so it's lingerie, just give it to me," she reached at him as he held them just out of her reach, and fell onto him, she leaned on his chest fighting with him for possession of her knickers.
Laughing she tickled him, as he recoiled from her probing fingers she was able to snatch them out of his hands, with a proud huff.
"You'll pay for that Slayer," he threatened.
She sprung from the couch and bolted out the room with Angel in close pursuit, the lingerie still in her hand.
"Ahh, no, no!!! Stop, please, Uncle, uncle, ahhh!!" Buffy squealed under his hands as he tickled her mercilessly.
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I hope you like!! More to come!! ( Enjoy!!
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Buffy sighed as Angel undressed her again.
"I told you, you were tired," he whispered shaking his head in amusement.
Her legs finally free, he pulled the covers up over her body. He picked up Mr Gordo from the chair and unconsciously cuddled him to his chest as she rolled over. Angel put the pig down with Buffy on the bed, cradled in her arms and turned off the lamp. And he couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he closed the door behind him.
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