Thank you everyone who reviewed, it keeps the writer's block at bay and
makes me write faster.
I've had a request for Fred, Gunn, Spike, Faith and the Scooby gang to be in the story, hmm. Not sure if I can manage all of that as I kind of vaguely have this story planned out. Would a sequel with the slayer and the sleuths having a new adventure with all those guys do?
Oh and Doyle and Buffy have the same mom; guess I didn't make that too clear. Buffy just hasn't figured out how to approach the subject with either of them yet. Explode to her friends yes, talk rationally to her family no! Hope that clears that up.
Anyway, on with the show!
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Buffy yawned widely before turning over and snuggling back under the covers. She dozed happily for sometime before the growling of her stomach forced her out of bed to shower and get ready for a food hunt.
Although her patrol through the LA streets hadn't been very fruitful the night before she had got into one very big and somewhat unexpected fight with a vampire that had proved quite exhausting. He had apparently been a double-jointed, karate expert when alive or something like that anyway. He'd given her a workout she hadn't expected. "Must be getting sloppy," she grunted to herself. Probably too used to all the weedy, pathetic newbies she ran into at home.
Much to her disgust he had actually managed to jump out at her before she had even processed the fact a vampire was around, in her surprise she had been knocked onto her butt and ended up dropping her weapons bag out of reach, eventually staking him with the trusty Mr Pointy. Then when she had got her shiny new weapons out to play it was like a demon evacuation had occurred; maybe they were all vacationing at the hell mouth or something. Shaking her head in disgust she finished drying her hair and tied it back in a very chic twist she could never usually achieve without hours of effort. She smiled smugly, the distress caused by unused weaponry fading as she realised looking good across the breakfast table from Angel wasn't out of the question.
A little later a clean and very hungry Buffy bounded downstairs dressed in a simple yet very cool designer dress and shoes. It looked a million dollars without actually looking as if it had cost a million dollars. Buffy smiled as she smoothed the skirt, this understated look of designer elegance was really growing on her. She only hoped it grew on Angel.
She followed the faint but delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee into the kitchen. A beautiful brunette stood beside the table with a coat and bag clearly getting ready to leave, this must be Doyle's girlfriend Cordelia. With a small smile Buffy entered the kitchen.
First impressions on both sides were favourable. Both girls admired the other's clothes and Cordelia laughingly wished that Doyle had shared Buffy's knack for knowing how to dress; which prompted Buffy to tell the story of the occasion Doyle had borrowed some of their mother's clothes for an impersonation of her. Both girls laughed at that story before Cordelia announced that she had to leave for an audition for a shampoo commercial and told Buffy she'd find Angel downstairs in the garage fixing his car and to ask him for breakfast.
When Cordelia left Buffy sat for a moment staring at the coffee the other girl had poured her then finished the mug and went in search of Angel, and breakfast of course.
She found him, or at least his legs sticking out from under a stylish black convertible. As she watched he shunted out from under the car slightly and felt around for a tool, her mouth dried, he was shirtless and the low slung loose waistband of his pants gaped slightly revealing a narrow trail of hair that grew up towards his neat innie belly button but didn't quite reach it.
She stood still for a good minute wondering if she could fit her hand inside the waistband of his pants and what he'd do if she did. Probably sit up and bean himself she admitted, which wouldn't endear her to him, but really; a guy that hot lying around in nothing but combat boots and a pair of loose pants, he was just asking for trouble!
Eventually the snarling of her stomach won over her lusty thoughts and she cleared her throat slightly and said "Angel?"
He promptly wriggled out from under the car and half-smiled up at her, "Hey Buffy. Did you sleep okay? Do you want breakfast yet?"
Buffy shook off rude thoughts about being sat on top of him when he wriggled like that and smiled widely at him, "I slept great thanks and would cheerfully kill for some breakfast right now."
Angel nodded, and gracefully stood up, the play of his muscles and the width of his bare shoulders rendering Buffy incapable of speech, "This way to the food." He teased, turning towards the stairs.
Buffy followed, trying not to trip over her own tongue, the guy wasn't just a hottie; he was The hottie!
I've had a request for Fred, Gunn, Spike, Faith and the Scooby gang to be in the story, hmm. Not sure if I can manage all of that as I kind of vaguely have this story planned out. Would a sequel with the slayer and the sleuths having a new adventure with all those guys do?
Oh and Doyle and Buffy have the same mom; guess I didn't make that too clear. Buffy just hasn't figured out how to approach the subject with either of them yet. Explode to her friends yes, talk rationally to her family no! Hope that clears that up.
Anyway, on with the show!
* * * *
Buffy yawned widely before turning over and snuggling back under the covers. She dozed happily for sometime before the growling of her stomach forced her out of bed to shower and get ready for a food hunt.
Although her patrol through the LA streets hadn't been very fruitful the night before she had got into one very big and somewhat unexpected fight with a vampire that had proved quite exhausting. He had apparently been a double-jointed, karate expert when alive or something like that anyway. He'd given her a workout she hadn't expected. "Must be getting sloppy," she grunted to herself. Probably too used to all the weedy, pathetic newbies she ran into at home.
Much to her disgust he had actually managed to jump out at her before she had even processed the fact a vampire was around, in her surprise she had been knocked onto her butt and ended up dropping her weapons bag out of reach, eventually staking him with the trusty Mr Pointy. Then when she had got her shiny new weapons out to play it was like a demon evacuation had occurred; maybe they were all vacationing at the hell mouth or something. Shaking her head in disgust she finished drying her hair and tied it back in a very chic twist she could never usually achieve without hours of effort. She smiled smugly, the distress caused by unused weaponry fading as she realised looking good across the breakfast table from Angel wasn't out of the question.
A little later a clean and very hungry Buffy bounded downstairs dressed in a simple yet very cool designer dress and shoes. It looked a million dollars without actually looking as if it had cost a million dollars. Buffy smiled as she smoothed the skirt, this understated look of designer elegance was really growing on her. She only hoped it grew on Angel.
She followed the faint but delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee into the kitchen. A beautiful brunette stood beside the table with a coat and bag clearly getting ready to leave, this must be Doyle's girlfriend Cordelia. With a small smile Buffy entered the kitchen.
First impressions on both sides were favourable. Both girls admired the other's clothes and Cordelia laughingly wished that Doyle had shared Buffy's knack for knowing how to dress; which prompted Buffy to tell the story of the occasion Doyle had borrowed some of their mother's clothes for an impersonation of her. Both girls laughed at that story before Cordelia announced that she had to leave for an audition for a shampoo commercial and told Buffy she'd find Angel downstairs in the garage fixing his car and to ask him for breakfast.
When Cordelia left Buffy sat for a moment staring at the coffee the other girl had poured her then finished the mug and went in search of Angel, and breakfast of course.
She found him, or at least his legs sticking out from under a stylish black convertible. As she watched he shunted out from under the car slightly and felt around for a tool, her mouth dried, he was shirtless and the low slung loose waistband of his pants gaped slightly revealing a narrow trail of hair that grew up towards his neat innie belly button but didn't quite reach it.
She stood still for a good minute wondering if she could fit her hand inside the waistband of his pants and what he'd do if she did. Probably sit up and bean himself she admitted, which wouldn't endear her to him, but really; a guy that hot lying around in nothing but combat boots and a pair of loose pants, he was just asking for trouble!
Eventually the snarling of her stomach won over her lusty thoughts and she cleared her throat slightly and said "Angel?"
He promptly wriggled out from under the car and half-smiled up at her, "Hey Buffy. Did you sleep okay? Do you want breakfast yet?"
Buffy shook off rude thoughts about being sat on top of him when he wriggled like that and smiled widely at him, "I slept great thanks and would cheerfully kill for some breakfast right now."
Angel nodded, and gracefully stood up, the play of his muscles and the width of his bare shoulders rendering Buffy incapable of speech, "This way to the food." He teased, turning towards the stairs.
Buffy followed, trying not to trip over her own tongue, the guy wasn't just a hottie; he was The hottie!
