Title - Best Friends
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
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Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy sighed mournfully and rubbed the bandage on her arm. "He's gonna feel so guilty," she mourned, staring down at the book in front of her.
"He should," Xander snapped. "He's the one who bit you. It's his fault that you're gonna be a werewolf next full moon."
"Stop it, Xander," Willow snapped.
"It wasn't his fault, man," Oz said quietly. "I know what he feels like. The wolf.it's in you, all the time, but locked up. The moon breaks it out for a night, and it's impossible to control."
"Even less so for Angel, it appears," Giles said softly, looking up from his book. He pulled his glasses off and started to clean them with a handkerchief pulled from his pocket. "Apparently, when a werewolf has had..relations with a human, in human form, someone he." He glanced at his blonde charge. "Loves, he feels drawn to her, to make her.like him. Hence the bite."
"So he succeeded," Oz said softly, then shook his head. "Man, this is gonna kill him."
Willow reached out and squeezed /her/ wolf's hand. "It'll be cool, though, right?" She smiled brightly, then dimmed. "Oh, boy. We need to get some stronger chains."
Buffy nodded glumly.
*
Angel hadn't come to the library to get the news after school. He'd went straight home, closed himself up in his room, and slept. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically.
And Buffy..God, he'd turned her, made her like him, when she didn't deserve having that..beast in her. /Let alone /this/ beast/, he thought, then mentally chastised himself for thinking about sex at a time like this.
By the time Buffy crept through the door into his room, Angel was fast asleep. He was stretched out on his stomach, sheets wrapped around his waist, face buried in the pillow - it looked like he should have been suffocating, really.
Buffy dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes before climbing onto the bed on top of him, straddling his hips. She began to gently rub his back, feeling his incredibly tense muscles slowly relax under her hands. After twenty minutes, he was practically purring.
"Mmm," he murmured, shifting underneath her, about half-awake. "Don't stop doing that."
Buffy leaned down and peppered gentle kisses over his neck, not pausing in her ministrations on his back. "Love you," she whispered.
"Love you, Buffy," he sighed back, still mostly asleep.
Buffy buried her face in the back of his neck. "Angel, it's not your fault," she whispered. "I love you so much."
Angel shifted underneath her. "Let me up, Buff. Please."
Buffy shifted off of him and sat with her legs crossed, staring at him with huge eyes and pouted lips. "I love you."
Angel leaned over and kissed her. "I love you too." He glanced at her bandaged arm and sighed. "You're gonna turn?"
She nodded slowly, and Angel flopped back onto the bed, this time laying on his back. "Christ."
Buffy reached out and caressed his face. "I love you," she said firmly. "I don't care that you're the one who bit me. It. Doesn't. Matter."
"Yes it does," Angel snapped, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "It does fucking matter. You're a monster now, because of me."
Buffy suddenly pounced on him, pinning him down into the mattress, straddling his hips and attacking his mouth. She rolled her hips over his, biting his lower lip as he moaned and arched up against her, pressing against her. "Oh, baby," he breathed, rolling so that he was over her. "Baby, baby."
Buffy gripped the sides of his head and held his eyes firmly meeting hers. "Do you love me?"
"Yes," he answered immediately. "More than anything."
"Do you believe I love you?" she asked, and her heart broke when he hesitated, looking at her with frightened brown eyes. "You don't believe me?"
Angel gently kissed her lips. "I.want to.so much. I know you love me somewhat, but why would you love me when you could have better?"
Buffy felt tears prickle her eyes and hugged him tightly to her. "There is nothing better for me than you, Angel. I love you. So much. Forever."
Angel kissed her neck. "I love you too," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. "Forever."
They stayed like that for a very, very long time.
TBC.
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy sighed mournfully and rubbed the bandage on her arm. "He's gonna feel so guilty," she mourned, staring down at the book in front of her.
"He should," Xander snapped. "He's the one who bit you. It's his fault that you're gonna be a werewolf next full moon."
"Stop it, Xander," Willow snapped.
"It wasn't his fault, man," Oz said quietly. "I know what he feels like. The wolf.it's in you, all the time, but locked up. The moon breaks it out for a night, and it's impossible to control."
"Even less so for Angel, it appears," Giles said softly, looking up from his book. He pulled his glasses off and started to clean them with a handkerchief pulled from his pocket. "Apparently, when a werewolf has had..relations with a human, in human form, someone he." He glanced at his blonde charge. "Loves, he feels drawn to her, to make her.like him. Hence the bite."
"So he succeeded," Oz said softly, then shook his head. "Man, this is gonna kill him."
Willow reached out and squeezed /her/ wolf's hand. "It'll be cool, though, right?" She smiled brightly, then dimmed. "Oh, boy. We need to get some stronger chains."
Buffy nodded glumly.
*
Angel hadn't come to the library to get the news after school. He'd went straight home, closed himself up in his room, and slept. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically.
And Buffy..God, he'd turned her, made her like him, when she didn't deserve having that..beast in her. /Let alone /this/ beast/, he thought, then mentally chastised himself for thinking about sex at a time like this.
By the time Buffy crept through the door into his room, Angel was fast asleep. He was stretched out on his stomach, sheets wrapped around his waist, face buried in the pillow - it looked like he should have been suffocating, really.
Buffy dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes before climbing onto the bed on top of him, straddling his hips. She began to gently rub his back, feeling his incredibly tense muscles slowly relax under her hands. After twenty minutes, he was practically purring.
"Mmm," he murmured, shifting underneath her, about half-awake. "Don't stop doing that."
Buffy leaned down and peppered gentle kisses over his neck, not pausing in her ministrations on his back. "Love you," she whispered.
"Love you, Buffy," he sighed back, still mostly asleep.
Buffy buried her face in the back of his neck. "Angel, it's not your fault," she whispered. "I love you so much."
Angel shifted underneath her. "Let me up, Buff. Please."
Buffy shifted off of him and sat with her legs crossed, staring at him with huge eyes and pouted lips. "I love you."
Angel leaned over and kissed her. "I love you too." He glanced at her bandaged arm and sighed. "You're gonna turn?"
She nodded slowly, and Angel flopped back onto the bed, this time laying on his back. "Christ."
Buffy reached out and caressed his face. "I love you," she said firmly. "I don't care that you're the one who bit me. It. Doesn't. Matter."
"Yes it does," Angel snapped, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "It does fucking matter. You're a monster now, because of me."
Buffy suddenly pounced on him, pinning him down into the mattress, straddling his hips and attacking his mouth. She rolled her hips over his, biting his lower lip as he moaned and arched up against her, pressing against her. "Oh, baby," he breathed, rolling so that he was over her. "Baby, baby."
Buffy gripped the sides of his head and held his eyes firmly meeting hers. "Do you love me?"
"Yes," he answered immediately. "More than anything."
"Do you believe I love you?" she asked, and her heart broke when he hesitated, looking at her with frightened brown eyes. "You don't believe me?"
Angel gently kissed her lips. "I.want to.so much. I know you love me somewhat, but why would you love me when you could have better?"
Buffy felt tears prickle her eyes and hugged him tightly to her. "There is nothing better for me than you, Angel. I love you. So much. Forever."
Angel kissed her neck. "I love you too," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. "Forever."
They stayed like that for a very, very long time.
TBC.