"You sure you wanna do this?" Angel questioned his girlfriend as she
stripped off her sweatshirt to reveal a sports-bra.
"Absolutely," Buffy replied as she tugged at his shirt, implying he should remove it. "Show me what you got big fella."
Angel sighed as he shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his boots, tossing them into the corner of the room. He was fast learning that arguing with Buffy when she had made up her mind was a pretty pointless process. Now he just had to try not to hurt her.
Buffy was stretching when he looked at her next, fingertips on her toes, lycra-clad bottom waggling in the air. Angel ground his teeth as he took in that view, this sort of thing was enough to try the patience of a saint, and a saint he most certainly wasn't.
Does she even know what she's doing? He wondered frantically as he did a few stretches of his own. They hadn't actually talked about any past lovers but that didn't mean there weren't any. Much as he didn't like to think about it, Buffy was eighteen and a half, her friends shared bedrooms with their lovers so why should she not have had a lover or lovers too?
But there was an innocence about her, it was possible that she had no clue that waving her delectably rounded rear end in the air was making him think thoughts that would fit quite well into the movie they had inadvertently watched!
"Hey Mr thoughtful," she teased, gently poking him in the ribs with her now gloved hands, "Are we gonna fight or not?"
Angel sighed and reached for his own gloves, "I guess we are."
The two squared up, gloves raised, circling one another. They eyed each other, seeking weakness until Buffy eventually feinted towards Angel. He blocked easily and they fell apart, circling again.
"Are you sure this is wise?" Wesley murmured to Giles as they stood watching through the half-open door of Angel's training room.
Giles shook his head, "No, but they are fairly evenly matched and if them sparring together will save you and me a few bruises than I'm all for it. They both care too much to cause serious damage to each other."
"I suppose you're right, and if this doesn't work out we haven't lost anything."
"Except a days worth of bruises apiece. To my mind it's a win-win situation."
Then they collectively winced as Angel flew across the room to crash into the lightly padded wall.
"Ooh, sorry." They heard Buffy mutter before Angel leapt to his feet, charged and knocked her to the floor with a speedy sweep of his foot as he faked a punch at her jaw.
A split second later Buffy was upright again, and on her way up she had somehow managed to kick Angel over again and promptly pounced on him only to have his foot planted in her midriff and to find herself sailing through the air.
Giles and Wesley watched nervously as Buffy and Angel did battle, they noticed eventually that both were pulling their punches a little and relaxed in relief, even as the fight raged harder and faster than anything either of them could have kept up with.
"I think perhaps a cup of tea," Wesley mused "They don't seem to be in any danger of tunnelling each other through the walls."
"Yes quite, and I really would like your opinion on a scroll I acquired recently, it's awfully vague, but ancient and really quite fascinating."
The two Englishmen strolled away contentedly, the matter of training resolved and the prospect of tea and musty parchment ahead of them.
Buffy and Angel however were on a mission, the predatorial instinct in both of them was thoroughly awakened and although both were being somewhat more gentle than they could be, both were determined fight impressively.
Eventually after both of them were beginning to tire slightly Angel pulled off a stunning piece of trick footwork enabling him to turn a throw of Buffy's back against her to toss her to the floor and follow her down where he applied his superior body weight to holding her there.
Buffy shuffled and humped but was unable to push Angel away. "That was a nice move, gotta learn me that," she puffed. But kept wriggling, determined to evade her boyfriend's grasp. She was about to admit defeat when her flailing hand rubbed along his side and he shuddered. Never slow off the mark at detecting weakness she deliberately tickled Angel until his grip loosened enough to get her other arm free. In seconds she had reversed their positions and sat astride him with a smug smile on her face.
"Hey! No fair." Complained Angel laughingly.
Buffy smirked, "One of the first thing's Giles ever taught me is to try absolutely anything if you're in a sticky situation, I think tickling comes under anything don't you? My old watcher Merrick was all for only teaching the traditional moves but Giles said if tickling, scratching or even hair pulling works then that's just fine. Except, 'Never discount a possible weapon or manoeuvre,' was how he put it."
Angel grinned, "Giles is a very smart man."
Buffy sat up smiling at him, "So wanna call it a day and go take a shower?"
She took stock of their position and blushed, "I mean we should go to our own rooms and shower separately and then meet again in the den before we grab lunch." She babbled, removing suddenly very sweaty fingers from his bare chest.
Angel propped himself up on his elbows and noted the faint blush. Scratch thoughts of former lovers earlier; Buffy really was an innocent. He tried not to grin stupidly at the thought of someday maybe being her first and tried to force his treacherous body not to respond to the heat of her butt pressed to his groin. Realizing it was a battle he wasn't going to win he hastily stood up holding her and then gently set her feet back on the floor praying she hadn't felt anything.
Buffy hugged him gently and reached up to give him a sweet kiss, "So say we take half an hour and we can hang out then?"
Angel nodded his agreement and kissed her forehead, mentally begging her not to look down or press herself too close. "See you in thirty."
Buffy nodded and skipped out of the room with just one last kiss, she didn't look back, much to Angel's relief.
He gathered up his clothes and walked through to his apartment, he needed to get a grip on his hormones or in no time at all he'd be behaving with less finesse than a gropy teenage boy on his first date.
"Absolutely," Buffy replied as she tugged at his shirt, implying he should remove it. "Show me what you got big fella."
Angel sighed as he shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his boots, tossing them into the corner of the room. He was fast learning that arguing with Buffy when she had made up her mind was a pretty pointless process. Now he just had to try not to hurt her.
Buffy was stretching when he looked at her next, fingertips on her toes, lycra-clad bottom waggling in the air. Angel ground his teeth as he took in that view, this sort of thing was enough to try the patience of a saint, and a saint he most certainly wasn't.
Does she even know what she's doing? He wondered frantically as he did a few stretches of his own. They hadn't actually talked about any past lovers but that didn't mean there weren't any. Much as he didn't like to think about it, Buffy was eighteen and a half, her friends shared bedrooms with their lovers so why should she not have had a lover or lovers too?
But there was an innocence about her, it was possible that she had no clue that waving her delectably rounded rear end in the air was making him think thoughts that would fit quite well into the movie they had inadvertently watched!
"Hey Mr thoughtful," she teased, gently poking him in the ribs with her now gloved hands, "Are we gonna fight or not?"
Angel sighed and reached for his own gloves, "I guess we are."
The two squared up, gloves raised, circling one another. They eyed each other, seeking weakness until Buffy eventually feinted towards Angel. He blocked easily and they fell apart, circling again.
"Are you sure this is wise?" Wesley murmured to Giles as they stood watching through the half-open door of Angel's training room.
Giles shook his head, "No, but they are fairly evenly matched and if them sparring together will save you and me a few bruises than I'm all for it. They both care too much to cause serious damage to each other."
"I suppose you're right, and if this doesn't work out we haven't lost anything."
"Except a days worth of bruises apiece. To my mind it's a win-win situation."
Then they collectively winced as Angel flew across the room to crash into the lightly padded wall.
"Ooh, sorry." They heard Buffy mutter before Angel leapt to his feet, charged and knocked her to the floor with a speedy sweep of his foot as he faked a punch at her jaw.
A split second later Buffy was upright again, and on her way up she had somehow managed to kick Angel over again and promptly pounced on him only to have his foot planted in her midriff and to find herself sailing through the air.
Giles and Wesley watched nervously as Buffy and Angel did battle, they noticed eventually that both were pulling their punches a little and relaxed in relief, even as the fight raged harder and faster than anything either of them could have kept up with.
"I think perhaps a cup of tea," Wesley mused "They don't seem to be in any danger of tunnelling each other through the walls."
"Yes quite, and I really would like your opinion on a scroll I acquired recently, it's awfully vague, but ancient and really quite fascinating."
The two Englishmen strolled away contentedly, the matter of training resolved and the prospect of tea and musty parchment ahead of them.
Buffy and Angel however were on a mission, the predatorial instinct in both of them was thoroughly awakened and although both were being somewhat more gentle than they could be, both were determined fight impressively.
Eventually after both of them were beginning to tire slightly Angel pulled off a stunning piece of trick footwork enabling him to turn a throw of Buffy's back against her to toss her to the floor and follow her down where he applied his superior body weight to holding her there.
Buffy shuffled and humped but was unable to push Angel away. "That was a nice move, gotta learn me that," she puffed. But kept wriggling, determined to evade her boyfriend's grasp. She was about to admit defeat when her flailing hand rubbed along his side and he shuddered. Never slow off the mark at detecting weakness she deliberately tickled Angel until his grip loosened enough to get her other arm free. In seconds she had reversed their positions and sat astride him with a smug smile on her face.
"Hey! No fair." Complained Angel laughingly.
Buffy smirked, "One of the first thing's Giles ever taught me is to try absolutely anything if you're in a sticky situation, I think tickling comes under anything don't you? My old watcher Merrick was all for only teaching the traditional moves but Giles said if tickling, scratching or even hair pulling works then that's just fine. Except, 'Never discount a possible weapon or manoeuvre,' was how he put it."
Angel grinned, "Giles is a very smart man."
Buffy sat up smiling at him, "So wanna call it a day and go take a shower?"
She took stock of their position and blushed, "I mean we should go to our own rooms and shower separately and then meet again in the den before we grab lunch." She babbled, removing suddenly very sweaty fingers from his bare chest.
Angel propped himself up on his elbows and noted the faint blush. Scratch thoughts of former lovers earlier; Buffy really was an innocent. He tried not to grin stupidly at the thought of someday maybe being her first and tried to force his treacherous body not to respond to the heat of her butt pressed to his groin. Realizing it was a battle he wasn't going to win he hastily stood up holding her and then gently set her feet back on the floor praying she hadn't felt anything.
Buffy hugged him gently and reached up to give him a sweet kiss, "So say we take half an hour and we can hang out then?"
Angel nodded his agreement and kissed her forehead, mentally begging her not to look down or press herself too close. "See you in thirty."
Buffy nodded and skipped out of the room with just one last kiss, she didn't look back, much to Angel's relief.
He gathered up his clothes and walked through to his apartment, he needed to get a grip on his hormones or in no time at all he'd be behaving with less finesse than a gropy teenage boy on his first date.