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Sorry I didn't update at the weekend but real life intruded in the shape of my boyfriend's birthday celebrations. To make up for the lack here's a load of new chapters.
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Buffy sat on the sofa still trying to fix her hair long after Angel and his ugly pal had gone. She huffed, half wistful, half annoyed. Now she might never get another chance with Angel. If she'd been faster she might've managed to kiss him and then she'd know for sure that if he hadn't moved away then he wanted to be kissed. He certainly hadn't seemed inclined to move that was for sure.
She stood up and tried to smooth the wrinkles from her jeans before making her way to the door. But then again if she had managed to kiss him and he'd just been too busy dozing to escape in time she would be very busy dying of humiliation right about now. Maybe the ugly dude had done her a favour; she poked her head out of the door to check for stray people before scurrying to the stairs, then again maybe not, even if Angel had run screaming she could have quite convincingly pretended she was half asleep still and thought he was someone else. How many other times was she likely to wake up sprawled on his chest with an opportunity like that?
Zilch, Zippo, Nada.
She stomped up to her room and banged the door open; a shower and beautification was the order of the morning before lunch with Angel. If she pulled out all the stops maybe, just maybe her luck would change.
She almost sprinted to the closet; the perfect outfit, the perfect hairstyle and the perfect make-up would take a while to assemble. Every minute counted, particularly if she took the time to apply a deep conditioning treatment and a face pack.
But what if Angel knocked on her door while she still had thick green gloop on her face? Hmm, scratch the face pack. Pond scum was not a good look.
Buffy whirled around in a frenzy for some hours and was just jamming her feet into the cutest white flowered sandals ever, that perfectly matched the white lace dress, sleek blonde hair and silvery frosted make-up when the now familiar tentative knock sounded.
Buffy allowed herself a smirk, she was so good, talk about perfect timing.
She swung the door open with a coy smile to see the gorgeous Angel looking buff in his usual black pants but with a tight white t-shirt. Buffy stared at him until she realized she probably looked as if she wanted him for lunch.
She swung back her unusually sleek mane of hair and reached into the room to grab her purse. "I thought we could maybe go out to lunch?" she said stepping into the corridor.
Angel shook his head quickly, "I already ordered lunch for you from the local Italian, I'm not very hungry so I figured I'd just sit with you and have a drink, maybe some soup."
"Oh, okay, I love Italian food."
They proceeded downstairs to the kitchen where Buffy found an immaculately laid table and boxes of steaming food.
She plonked herself into a chair as Angel served them both. She forgot she had wanted to go out and dug in hungrily to the wonderful food.
As she ate and Angel half-heartedly drank soup they chatted easily, only avoiding the topic of what had almost happened in the morning.
Finally Buffy sat back with a sigh to declare she couldn't eat another bite.
Angel smiled affectionately at her as he cleared away, "So do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"
"Not really, I thought I'd go shopping and get some presents for my friends, I really miss them already. Plus I ordered a book that should be in the store by now. Maybe I'll even get a few items of decent clothing for my big bro; Cordelia forcefully reminded me of how awful and embarrassing his dress sense is so I thought I'd try to straighten him out for her sake. I don't know how she can bear to date him, I mean she's a fashion plate and he sometimes resembles something that crawled from under a stone."
"Yeah, I've rarely seen a weirder couple but they seem to work."
"I can't wait to see them together. Cordelia seemed nice."
"Yeah, Cordy's great. Doyle's a lucky man."
Alarm bells rang in Buffy's head. He thinks Cordelia is great and Doyle's a lucky man? Agh! What if he likes her too?
"Of course, she'd probably drive me mad within a week but each to their own."
Buffy heaved a sigh of relief. "High maintenance?"
"Pretty much, anyway she's not my type."
"Oh? What is your type?"
Angel grinned lopsidedly at Buffy, "Well, I'm not a sucker for tall, skinny brunettes, put it that way."
Buffy grinned too, as she was pretty much the opposite of that description she was in with a chance.
"Do you maybe want to come to the mall with me Angel? You dress nice so maybe a little guy input wouldn't go amiss."
Angel groaned inwardly. He was quite fond of shopping and shopping with Buffy; spending more time with Buffy, sounded like a good way to spend the afternoon but somehow he didn't think she would understand his need to travel by sewer or in the trunk of the car. Besides bearing in mind she had no license and had trashed her mother's car the trunk wouldn't even be an option. That left the sewers. He raked his gaze over her; she was white and frilly today with cute sandals - a big no-no for the sewers.
"Sorry," he said stiltedly, "but I have a few things to do and I need to hold the fort here so, maybe another time?"
Buffy nodded quickly, accepting his excuse that sounded like a fib, "Sure, okay. No worries. If I don't see you later I'll see you tomorrow."
Angel nodded back, "Probably tomorrow, I'll look forward to it."
"Yeah me too."
With that Buffy waved an airy goodbye and trotted out into the street. He hadn't wanted to go with her and wasn't going to see her until tomorrow. She pouted and considered going up to her room to sulk and possibly snivel, but there were shoe shops and she had money to spend. Shoes would make her feel better. Shoes could mend almost anything. Hopefully that included hearts.
Sorry I didn't update at the weekend but real life intruded in the shape of my boyfriend's birthday celebrations. To make up for the lack here's a load of new chapters.
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Buffy sat on the sofa still trying to fix her hair long after Angel and his ugly pal had gone. She huffed, half wistful, half annoyed. Now she might never get another chance with Angel. If she'd been faster she might've managed to kiss him and then she'd know for sure that if he hadn't moved away then he wanted to be kissed. He certainly hadn't seemed inclined to move that was for sure.
She stood up and tried to smooth the wrinkles from her jeans before making her way to the door. But then again if she had managed to kiss him and he'd just been too busy dozing to escape in time she would be very busy dying of humiliation right about now. Maybe the ugly dude had done her a favour; she poked her head out of the door to check for stray people before scurrying to the stairs, then again maybe not, even if Angel had run screaming she could have quite convincingly pretended she was half asleep still and thought he was someone else. How many other times was she likely to wake up sprawled on his chest with an opportunity like that?
Zilch, Zippo, Nada.
She stomped up to her room and banged the door open; a shower and beautification was the order of the morning before lunch with Angel. If she pulled out all the stops maybe, just maybe her luck would change.
She almost sprinted to the closet; the perfect outfit, the perfect hairstyle and the perfect make-up would take a while to assemble. Every minute counted, particularly if she took the time to apply a deep conditioning treatment and a face pack.
But what if Angel knocked on her door while she still had thick green gloop on her face? Hmm, scratch the face pack. Pond scum was not a good look.
Buffy whirled around in a frenzy for some hours and was just jamming her feet into the cutest white flowered sandals ever, that perfectly matched the white lace dress, sleek blonde hair and silvery frosted make-up when the now familiar tentative knock sounded.
Buffy allowed herself a smirk, she was so good, talk about perfect timing.
She swung the door open with a coy smile to see the gorgeous Angel looking buff in his usual black pants but with a tight white t-shirt. Buffy stared at him until she realized she probably looked as if she wanted him for lunch.
She swung back her unusually sleek mane of hair and reached into the room to grab her purse. "I thought we could maybe go out to lunch?" she said stepping into the corridor.
Angel shook his head quickly, "I already ordered lunch for you from the local Italian, I'm not very hungry so I figured I'd just sit with you and have a drink, maybe some soup."
"Oh, okay, I love Italian food."
They proceeded downstairs to the kitchen where Buffy found an immaculately laid table and boxes of steaming food.
She plonked herself into a chair as Angel served them both. She forgot she had wanted to go out and dug in hungrily to the wonderful food.
As she ate and Angel half-heartedly drank soup they chatted easily, only avoiding the topic of what had almost happened in the morning.
Finally Buffy sat back with a sigh to declare she couldn't eat another bite.
Angel smiled affectionately at her as he cleared away, "So do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"
"Not really, I thought I'd go shopping and get some presents for my friends, I really miss them already. Plus I ordered a book that should be in the store by now. Maybe I'll even get a few items of decent clothing for my big bro; Cordelia forcefully reminded me of how awful and embarrassing his dress sense is so I thought I'd try to straighten him out for her sake. I don't know how she can bear to date him, I mean she's a fashion plate and he sometimes resembles something that crawled from under a stone."
"Yeah, I've rarely seen a weirder couple but they seem to work."
"I can't wait to see them together. Cordelia seemed nice."
"Yeah, Cordy's great. Doyle's a lucky man."
Alarm bells rang in Buffy's head. He thinks Cordelia is great and Doyle's a lucky man? Agh! What if he likes her too?
"Of course, she'd probably drive me mad within a week but each to their own."
Buffy heaved a sigh of relief. "High maintenance?"
"Pretty much, anyway she's not my type."
"Oh? What is your type?"
Angel grinned lopsidedly at Buffy, "Well, I'm not a sucker for tall, skinny brunettes, put it that way."
Buffy grinned too, as she was pretty much the opposite of that description she was in with a chance.
"Do you maybe want to come to the mall with me Angel? You dress nice so maybe a little guy input wouldn't go amiss."
Angel groaned inwardly. He was quite fond of shopping and shopping with Buffy; spending more time with Buffy, sounded like a good way to spend the afternoon but somehow he didn't think she would understand his need to travel by sewer or in the trunk of the car. Besides bearing in mind she had no license and had trashed her mother's car the trunk wouldn't even be an option. That left the sewers. He raked his gaze over her; she was white and frilly today with cute sandals - a big no-no for the sewers.
"Sorry," he said stiltedly, "but I have a few things to do and I need to hold the fort here so, maybe another time?"
Buffy nodded quickly, accepting his excuse that sounded like a fib, "Sure, okay. No worries. If I don't see you later I'll see you tomorrow."
Angel nodded back, "Probably tomorrow, I'll look forward to it."
"Yeah me too."
With that Buffy waved an airy goodbye and trotted out into the street. He hadn't wanted to go with her and wasn't going to see her until tomorrow. She pouted and considered going up to her room to sulk and possibly snivel, but there were shoe shops and she had money to spend. Shoes would make her feel better. Shoes could mend almost anything. Hopefully that included hearts.
