When Buffy woke up the next morning she came face to face with that smile, the one that makes her weak in the knees. Angel was lying on his side, looking nothing less than gorgeous and had his finger trailing up and down her arm lightly "Morning"
He leaned down so that their lips were almost touching and whispered "Morning" back to her before closing the minuscule distance between them. When she rolled onto her back, he rolled instantly on top of her so that he could deepen the kiss.
Her arms slipped around his neck then ran down his muscular back, pulling him closer. She could feel that familiar tingle deep within and she wanted nothing more than for this to continue. Having spent many years not being interested, she now understood all those magazines detailing this moment.
When Buffy began to writhe underneath him and brushed off his hardness, his eyes rolled into the back of his head "Buffy…" when she looked up at him expectantly, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She smiled and nodded, understanding his silent question.
Pressing his lips back against hers and swooping his tongue inside when her lips parted, he trailed his hand up her thigh and over to her mound, applying a little pressure. Buffy flinched a little when his fingers made their way inside, still feeling tender from the night before.
When Angel stood up and reached his hand out expectantly, Buffy frowned a little but let him pull her from the bed until they were standing. His arms wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her up and into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his lean waist.
He smiled up at her as she leaned down to kiss him and he tightened his grip as he made his way into the ensuite and straight into the walk-in shower. Blindly he reached for the taps and turned the water on, hoping that it would be a gentle heat.
Buffy felt the spray of the water on her back and jumped a little, when she did this Angel immediately traded places with her, taking the brunt of the spray. She released her grip from his hips and carefully stood back on the base on the shower as he grabbed the soap and lathered his hands before massaging the bubbles into her skin.
His hands applied the right amount of pressure as he massaged her shoulders then ran his hands around to her front and began to squeeze her breasts. Her mouth fell open as he teased her nipples and she let out a little moan when he left open mouthed kisses on her neck before biting down on the lobe of her ear "…Angel"
Without saying anything he urged her to brace her hands on the tiles in front of her as he leaned over her whispering what he was going to do with her. Buffy blushed at his words, spoken in that husky tone that made her tingle and nodded as he stepped away for a moment to grab protection, before he eased his way back inside.
He started a low and slow pace so that she had time to get used to him before he deepened his thrusts, still keeping an almost agonisingly slow pace. Buffy clawed at the wall, feeling her hands slip against the wet tiles, trying to hold on.
It wasn't long before his pace became frantic, and he began a punishing rhythm. The echo of their bodies and their laboured breathing surrounded them in the enclosure making Buffy blush at how carnal they sounded. She bit down on her bottom lip and scrunched her eyes shut when she felt her body tense in anticipation.
Buffy moaned loudly as she came to her release and after a few more thrusts she heard a guttural groan escape from the man behind her. Angel wrapped his arms around her tightly, bringing her against his chest as he slipped out of her and walked them back to the other wall so that he could lean against it for support.
Both of them took a few deep breaths, willing their breathing and heartbeat to steady before stepping under the spray for a quick wash. Angel grabbed a couple of towels from the rack of the wall and wrapped one around Buffy before slinging his one low around his hips.
Angel saw her blush deeply at what they had done and smirked, he leaned over to kiss her swiftly "How about I make us something to eat?" he looked at the clock on the bathroom wall to see that they had slept through breakfast as it was nearly midday.
Buffy nodded with a smile on her face then follow him back into his room to retrieve her clothes, feeling a little shy she slipped her panties on underneath the towel before pulling her top on as the towel fell. His hands came around her hips and pulled her back against him "You don't have to be shy…"
At his supportive tone she nodded and turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck "…I'm not shy" when he quirked his eyebrow at her, she swatted at his damp chest then giggled as she pulled at the towel on his hips, letting it pool at his feet.
Angel tipped his head "Food first" he swiftly kissed her as he bent down to grab a fresh pair of boxers and slipped them on. Buffy got fully dressed and followed him downstairs towards the kitchen.
Oooooooooooooooo
The rest of that afternoon consisted of eating the most amazing pasta she had ever tried and them chatting on the sofa, cuddled up against each other before Angel walked her back to her dorm. He had reminded her that he was going out East to visit his parents for a couple of days and that he would speak to her when he was able to.
When he arrived at his parents, he had video called her from his old bedroom and showed her about upon her request, at the end of the call he had wished her a goodnight and that they would speak soon and then for the past eight days, radio silence.
Trying not to let it get to her, her thumb hovered over his name in her phone debating whether or not to call him, her last text from the night before was still unread and her paranoia was creeping its way into her headspace.
Her thumb pressed down, and the call dialled and dialled, and dialled. As the sound of the voicemail kicked in, she bit back a wave of nausea and closed her eyes tight. She also hoped that she wasn't coming on too strong and didn't want to look like she was harassing him but being left on unread, that wasn't something she enjoyed either.
"Buffy?" Willow called out to her friend who looked distraught and came over to hug her "Oh, Buffy please don't get upset, he might still be with his parents, you said yourself that he likes you and wants to see you again…." Feeling her friend tense Willow nodded and gripped her tighter "Why don't we go out… go to the Bronze and have a good time? Maybe what you need is to have a girl's night, just us and we'll have SO much fun!"
Buffy smiled reluctantly, that did sound good. She didn't want to wallow in her sadness, what Willow said was true, he had said he liked her and left no illusion about where they were headed. They hadn't had that discussion, the one classifying them as an item, but he confirmed that he only had eyes for her.
Taking a quick shower, she got dressed into a plain black dress and curled her hair loosely around her shoulders and smiled into the mirror. Back in high school, nothing would stop her from getting dressed up and going out but since being here, she liked the idea of staying in… cuddled into him. Willow appeared behind her and gave her a thumbs up "Let's get going!"
The pair of them headed towards the only club that was in the town, thankfully it catered for all ages, so it was a place they could hang and thankfully, when the older college kids wanted to go clubbing, they would hop an uber into the city, leaving The Bronze not too busy.
Unfortunately, this night was the night that everyone decided to stay local, they pushed their way to the bar and ordered a couple of sodas before finding a half empty space at the corner of the room. Buffy felt like she was shouting at Willow, her friend shook her head and placed her hand at her ear to show she couldn't hear a thing.
Buffy sighed and leaned closer "I can't believe how busy tonight is!" Willow nodded then flinched as another drunk co-ed bumped into her, sloshing their drink down her top "One dance then let's go to the Espresso Pump?"
Willow nodded eagerly then grabbed onto Buffy's hand "Come on!" leading the way to the dance floor. Rather than just the one song, they danced to at least three but as more and more crowded onto the small dance floor, they both nodded that it was time to go.
Buffy nodded as Willow said that she was going to use the restroom then she made her way towards the door of the club for some space. She wafted her hand in front of her face to try and cool herself down and as she stood by the staircase that led to the balcony, she stopped in her tracks when she spotted a familiar face.
In one of the booths, Angel was sitting with a drink in one hand and his arm wrapped around a voluptuous blonde. When the unnamed woman laughed heartily and leaned over to kiss his neck, she felt the ground below her open and her heart drop.
With a frown she made her way over to them and stopped shyly at the corner, thankfully this area wasn't as busy, and she could hear the sultry tone that the vapid whore who had her hand in the lap of her boyfriend "Angel?" thankfully her tone was even, she thought it would have sounded distraught.
His dark eyes looked up from the table and he looked at her as if she was a stranger, he quirked his eyebrow at her with a smirk on his face. A fresh wave of unease washed over her, and she shuffled under his intense stare "When did you get back… y-you haven't returned my texts?"
Buffy looked from him to his companion and shrunk, whoever she was, was beautiful but also looked at her in amusement, enough to make her feel about two inch tall. Looking back at him, his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip as a scoff escaped his lips.
She heard Willow call out her name, but she didn't respond, she frowned and looked back at Angel, imploring him to at least speak to her. When she saw the unnamed blondes arm move rhythmically, she thanked that the table blocked her view as to what she was doing.
Tears formed in her eyes as she watched his eyes become heavy, that same sinful smirk grace his lips. The sound of the club was almost drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat felt loud enough that she could swear she could hear it. This felt off, Angel was always warm and caring, the eyes that she was looking into right now were cold, almost evil looking.
He bit back a moan and when he heard the sharp intake of breath from the girl in front of him, he ran his tongue over his teeth and leaned back into the booth, letting the woman beside him disappear under the table "I'll call ya, Buff"
He watched with delight as the pretty little blonde had tears run down her face as she tried to maintain her posture, she closed her eyes and spun on her heels. He watched as she ran towards the door and threw it open before going out of sight.
Willow watched as Buffy ran right by her and frowned, she chased after her friend and finally caught up with her by the park at the end of the street. When she called out to Buffy, the blonde dropped to her knees immediately and let an almighty wail escape from her.
Looking around she saw a few people look at them in morbid fascination so she scooped up her friend and hushed her, making the last five-minute walk back to their door as quick as they could. When they reached the safety of their room, Buffy broke out of her friends embrace and crumpled to a heap on the floor, crying loudly.
Willow got down to the floor and pulled Buffy's head against her chest, not knowing what in the hell was going on "What happened?" she stroked her hand over her friend's hair in a weak attempt to get her to calm down as she could barely hear a word through the tears.
After a long five minutes, Buffy had calmed down enough to be able to keep her voice from breaking "Angel" she gripped onto Willows jacket "he, he… he was with someone else…" her voice broke at the end of her sentence, ushering in more tears and a shattering wail.
Willow opened her mouth in shock, feeling the pain coming off of Buffy in waves "No!" her face fell, and she pulled Buffy tighter and laid her head on top of hers. She didn't know what to say, or if she could say anything at all, she was so mad at Angel and heartbroken for her friend.
Oooooooooooooooo
Across town, back at The Bronze, the blonde wiped at her lips and smirked as she leaned over and bit his earlobe "Who was that, lover?" she watched as his dark eyes turned back to hers for a moment before he downed the whiskey that was in front of him.
He let out a chuckle and shrugged his shoulders, she was a pretty little thing, he could tell she was timid and shy, there was something about her, but he was damned if he knew who in the hell she was. He cursed himself for rejecting her so soon, he should have had a little fun with her first.
Sinking the last whiskey that was in front of him, he smirked once again, he might not have had his type of fun, but he knew that he had just caused all sorts of problems and couldn't wait to see what would happen next.