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.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
Buffy slowly picked her head up from Angel's shoulder to stare at his peacefully slumbering face. She then ruined the entire image by jabbing him roughly in the ribs.
He groaned, muttered a sleepy "ouch" and turned his back on her. Turned his back on her.
Which pissed her off. She grabbed his nipple and twisted. He let out an ungodly yell and jerked awake. "Ouch! Goddammit, Buffy!"
She gave him an adorable little-girl pout he'd never been able to ignore. "You turned away from me."
Angel kissed her lips lightly. "I love you, baby, but if you ever do that again, I'm gonna make you regret it."
She smiled slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Promise?" she whispered, her voice throaty and sexy.
He growled and rolled so that he was on top of her -
And the phone rang.
Angel buried his face in her neck and clenched his fists in the pillows to keep from chucking it across the room.
Buffy giggled and pecked his forehead before pushing him off of her. "Phone, baby."
Angel sighed and snagged the phone off the hook. "Yeah?" he snarled, appreciatively eyeing the Slayer's body, which still laid half-under his, as she stretched. "Yeah, she's here. Buffy, it's the overstuffed Brit."
Buffy giggled again and took the phone. "Hey, Giles. Yeah. Uh-huh. We'll be there in twenty minutes. /Yes/, Giles, /we/." She rolled her eyes. "Jeez. You'd think he didn't like you."
Her lover snorted. "He doesn't." He reached out and lightly touched her collarbone, trailing his finger slowly down her breastbone. "Twenty minutes? Can we be a little late?"
Buffy swallowed hard as he cupped her breast and shifted a little closer. "H-how late?"
Angel shrugged. "I'll let you know," he murmured, lowering his face to hers for a deep, passionate kiss.
She wound her arms around his neck and tugged him close, pressing her body to his. "Hmm. Absolutely. The later, the better."
Angel leaned forward and kissed her gently, his hand massaging the flesh of her breast, rubbing her through her shirt.
Buffy climbed onto his lap and moaned into his mouth as one hand slipped down her thigh and up under her skirt. She squirmed against him as he slowly ran his hand up her inner thigh. Buffy moaned. God, it had been so long since he had last touched her like this...
Someone pounded on the door. Angel snarled into her neck. "What?" he demanded.
"Uh, can I ask you two to please not do that when there's somebody else with werewolf senses in the house?" Oz asked, his voice still calm.
Buffy whimpered into his shoulder.
*
Buffy sighed and flopped onto Angel's lap as the two of them sat at the library table. As it was, they had been there in twenty minutes. Fifteen, actually. And boy, was Angel cranky. He kept glaring at Giles, and trying to ignore the fact that Buffy was warm and flushed and /wriggling/ on his fucking lap.
"So what's up, Giles?" Buffy asked, impatient for her and Angel to be - well, anywhere but there.
"There may be a new demon in town," Giles said, and then went into a long explanation that Buffy didn't really hear, seeing as how Angel was nibbling on her neck.
"Dear Lord, could you please not do that in front of me?" Giles finally snapped irritably.
"Well we've gotta do it somewhere," Angel muttered, "or I'm going to be in a lotta pain."
Buffy smirked at him. "Poor baby."
Angel smiled and kissed her. Giles slammed his book on the table. "Buffy, different chair. Other side of the table, please. Angel, why don't you...sit on the stairs."
Buffy pouted up at him, pushing out her full lower lip and filling wide hazel eyes with crocodile tears. "Nooo, Giles, I promise we'll be good. Just don't make me sit all alone. I'll get cold."
Angel easily lifted Buffy off of his lap and stood, sitting her in the chair and wrapping his leather jacket around her shoulders. "He's right, Buff, you gotta pay attention. I'm gonna go...run laps, or something."
He left, and Buffy glared at her Watcher. "You drove my boyfriend away!"
"I --! Oh, bloody hell."
*
Angel was in his third lap when Cordelia and Willow entered the gym. Willow's eyes widened and Cordelia let out a long, low whistle. "Wow," Willow whispered.
"Hello, salty goodness."
Willow nodded slowly. Angel glanced at them and stopped to put his shirt back on. Cordelia immediately looked disappointed.
Will was too, but she hid it much better. "Hey, Angel. Where's Buffy?"
He gestured in the general direction of the doors. "Library, with that stuffy Brit."
"Ah, research party," Willow said knowingly.
Angel shrugged. "S'pose."
"So what's the new big bad?" Cordelia asked curiously as the three of them headed for the library.
Angel shrugged. "I don't know."
*
"Again? Giles, we've already done this. /Twice./ Why the hell would there be another one so soon?"
"Buffy, can I please ask that you watch your mouth?"
"/No/!" Buffy shifted in her seat and whined. "Giles, not another end-of- the-world thing. It's totally lame."
Angel looked from Slayer to Watcher with wide eyes. "Beg your pardon? End of the world?"
Buffy smiled sheepishly and shrugged. Willow patted his arm reassuringly. "It's no big deal, honey," Buffy assured him. "We've done it before."
Angel plopped down in a nearby chair. "Did I hear you correctly? End of the world?"
Giles sighed and pulled off his glasses. "Oh, dear."
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 slowly picked her head up from Angel's shoulder to stare at his peacefully slumbering face. She then ruined the entire image by jabbing him roughly in the ribs.
He groaned, muttered a sleepy "ouch" and turned his back on her. Turned his back on her.
Which pissed her off. She grabbed his nipple and twisted. He let out an ungodly yell and jerked awake. "Ouch! Goddammit, Buffy!"
She gave him an adorable little-girl pout he'd never been able to ignore. "You turned away from me."
Angel kissed her lips lightly. "I love you, baby, but if you ever do that again, I'm gonna make you regret it."
She smiled slowly and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Promise?" she whispered, her voice throaty and sexy.
He growled and rolled so that he was on top of her -
And the phone rang.
Angel buried his face in her neck and clenched his fists in the pillows to keep from chucking it across the room.
Buffy giggled and pecked his forehead before pushing him off of her. "Phone, baby."
Angel sighed and snagged the phone off the hook. "Yeah?" he snarled, appreciatively eyeing the Slayer's body, which still laid half-under his, as she stretched. "Yeah, she's here. Buffy, it's the overstuffed Brit."
Buffy giggled again and took the phone. "Hey, Giles. Yeah. Uh-huh. We'll be there in twenty minutes. /Yes/, Giles, /we/." She rolled her eyes. "Jeez. You'd think he didn't like you."
Her lover snorted. "He doesn't." He reached out and lightly touched her collarbone, trailing his finger slowly down her breastbone. "Twenty minutes? Can we be a little late?"
Buffy swallowed hard as he cupped her breast and shifted a little closer. "H-how late?"
Angel shrugged. "I'll let you know," he murmured, lowering his face to hers for a deep, passionate kiss.
She wound her arms around his neck and tugged him close, pressing her body to his. "Hmm. Absolutely. The later, the better."
Angel leaned forward and kissed her gently, his hand massaging the flesh of her breast, rubbing her through her shirt.
Buffy climbed onto his lap and moaned into his mouth as one hand slipped down her thigh and up under her skirt. She squirmed against him as he slowly ran his hand up her inner thigh. Buffy moaned. God, it had been so long since he had last touched her like this...
Someone pounded on the door. Angel snarled into her neck. "What?" he demanded.
"Uh, can I ask you two to please not do that when there's somebody else with werewolf senses in the house?" Oz asked, his voice still calm.
Buffy whimpered into his shoulder.
*
Buffy sighed and flopped onto Angel's lap as the two of them sat at the library table. As it was, they had been there in twenty minutes. Fifteen, actually. And boy, was Angel cranky. He kept glaring at Giles, and trying to ignore the fact that Buffy was warm and flushed and /wriggling/ on his fucking lap.
"So what's up, Giles?" Buffy asked, impatient for her and Angel to be - well, anywhere but there.
"There may be a new demon in town," Giles said, and then went into a long explanation that Buffy didn't really hear, seeing as how Angel was nibbling on her neck.
"Dear Lord, could you please not do that in front of me?" Giles finally snapped irritably.
"Well we've gotta do it somewhere," Angel muttered, "or I'm going to be in a lotta pain."
Buffy smirked at him. "Poor baby."
Angel smiled and kissed her. Giles slammed his book on the table. "Buffy, different chair. Other side of the table, please. Angel, why don't you...sit on the stairs."
Buffy pouted up at him, pushing out her full lower lip and filling wide hazel eyes with crocodile tears. "Nooo, Giles, I promise we'll be good. Just don't make me sit all alone. I'll get cold."
Angel easily lifted Buffy off of his lap and stood, sitting her in the chair and wrapping his leather jacket around her shoulders. "He's right, Buff, you gotta pay attention. I'm gonna go...run laps, or something."
He left, and Buffy glared at her Watcher. "You drove my boyfriend away!"
"I --! Oh, bloody hell."
*
Angel was in his third lap when Cordelia and Willow entered the gym. Willow's eyes widened and Cordelia let out a long, low whistle. "Wow," Willow whispered.
"Hello, salty goodness."
Willow nodded slowly. Angel glanced at them and stopped to put his shirt back on. Cordelia immediately looked disappointed.
Will was too, but she hid it much better. "Hey, Angel. Where's Buffy?"
He gestured in the general direction of the doors. "Library, with that stuffy Brit."
"Ah, research party," Willow said knowingly.
Angel shrugged. "S'pose."
"So what's the new big bad?" Cordelia asked curiously as the three of them headed for the library.
Angel shrugged. "I don't know."
*
"Again? Giles, we've already done this. /Twice./ Why the hell would there be another one so soon?"
"Buffy, can I please ask that you watch your mouth?"
"/No/!" Buffy shifted in her seat and whined. "Giles, not another end-of- the-world thing. It's totally lame."
Angel looked from Slayer to Watcher with wide eyes. "Beg your pardon? End of the world?"
Buffy smiled sheepishly and shrugged. Willow patted his arm reassuringly. "It's no big deal, honey," Buffy assured him. "We've done it before."
Angel plopped down in a nearby chair. "Did I hear you correctly? End of the world?"
Giles sighed and pulled off his glasses. "Oh, dear."
TBC.