Buffy woke up to the sound of someone knocking on her door. When she opened
it she found Angel standing there with a goofy grin on his face. Before she
could say anything he kissed her long and passionately.
"Hi," he said when she finally pulled away.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to give you a ride to school."
Buffy looked at the clock. "It's five o'clock in the morning. I don't have to be at school until seven thirty."
"I know, I did once attend the same school. I'm taking you out to breakfast."
"Now?"
"Yes, now! Go get dressed."
She kissed him quickly and ran upstairs to find something to wear..
Angel took her to Denny's.
"Is this going to become a regular thing?" she asked.
"Don't push it. I don't plan on getting up at four every morning."
"Guess what?" Buffy said after they ordered their breakfast.
"What?"
"I got a job," she said proudly.
"Really? Where?"
"At 'Cool Beans'.
"The café?"
"Uh huh. I took your advice. I thought a job might help distract me a little. from everything."
Angel smiled. "It will." He took her hand and kissed it.
"Prom is coming up," Buffy said after a while.
"Are you asking me to go?"
"Well, everyone else already has a date. I was hoping you'd be my last minute date."
"You mean your backup?"
"Sort of." She grinned.
"What's in it for me?"
"A dance with a bunch of horny teenagers."
"Are you referring to yourself?" He grinned.
Buffy hit him playfully.
"Is everything okay here?" a waitress asked.
"Can you tell me what time it is?" Angel asked.
"It's seven forty five."
Buffy's eyes went wide as she looked at him.
"Shit! Come one," he said and he dropped a wad of crumpled up dollar bills on the table.
Angel pulled up to the curb in front of Sunnydale High School.
Buffy grabbed her bag and practically jumped out of the car. She started running towards the school, but stopped. "Angel?"
"Yeah?"
She ran back to the car and gave him a quick kiss. "You never answered me about the prom."
"Of course I'll go. Now go to class before I decide to take you out to lunch."
She kissed him one more time and ran towards the school.
Buffy answered the door wearing a light purple, strapless gown. Half her hair was pinned up with little wisps, framing her face.
"You look beautiful," Angel said.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she responded and wasn't lying. He looked good in a tux. She grabbed her purse and took his hand. He escorted her outside, where she found a limousine parked in front of her driveway.
"Our chariot is waiting, my lady," Angel said in a bad English accent as the driver opened the door for them. Buffy laughed.
"Angel, you didn't have to get a limo. How are you going to afford this?" Buffy said when the driver closed the door behind them.
"One of my kid's dad owns a limo rental place. I got this for practically nothing, but you're not supposed to know that."
When they arrived at Sunnydale High, the gym was already crowded.
"Do you want to dance?" Angel asked her.
"I'd love too," she took his hand and he lead her to the dance floor.
"Thank you," she said when they were on their second song.
"For what?"
"For everything The limo, coming here, tonight. You always make everything perfect."
"I should be the one thanking you. After all, I'm here with the most beautiful girl in the whole room."
Buffy blushed at the compliment.
"My prom was pretty crappy. My date and I got in a big fight and I spent the whole night getting drunk off my ass. You're giving me a second chance."
"Can I cut in?" Xander came up behind Angel.
Buffy rolled her eyes when she saw him.
"I'm going to get us some drinks," Angel said and he left Buffy to dance with Xander. "Why do you look so upset, Buff? Are you and Angel fighting?" Xander asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, he left me to dance with you, when he knows how much I hate you."
"Hate is such a strong word."
"Oh, but it fits you perfectly."
"What did I ever do to you?"
"My first day of school you sexually harassed me. You spiked my drink at the bronze and you're a complete and total asshole."
"What are you talking about? Are you denying that you had fun that night?" His hand moved up toward her breast.
"You don't ever stop thinking about sex, do you?" She brushed his hand away.
"No, but neither does Angel and it looks like he's doing pretty well."
"Angel may only think about sex, but at least he doesn't act on it."
"Stop trying to get my girlfriend in your pants." Angel said sarcastically as he returned with two cups of punch. He handed one to Buffy.
"You can come in. My dad's on a business trip in LA for the weekend," Buffy said as the limo pulled up to her house.
Angle had never actually been inside her house. Buffy's father seemed extremely overprotective of her and Angel was sure he wasn't someone he wanted to meet, at least not yet.
"Do you want the grand tour?" she asked after closing the door.
"Sure," he said as he slipped his hands into his pockets. Not since he was fifteen had he felt this same nervous anticipation in a girl's house.
Buffy quickly showed him around, saving her room for last.
Angel sat down on her bed and picked up the picture on her bedside table. "Is this your mom?"
"Yeah, that was when she and my dad were thinking about getting back together. It was the happiest I've ever seen her. I don't see how she could have loved him. He's so self-centered."
"Come here." He patted the bed and she sat down beside him.
"Your dad loves you, Buffy. He just doesn't know how to show it. It's been a long time since he's had a daughter around."
"I know, but as long as I can remember it's just been my mom and I, and now here's this new guy in my life who decides where I go, and what time I'm home, but he isn't someone I can talk to about anything. The only time he talks to me is when he is telling me what to do. He's a self-centered control freak."
"Maybe he's just afraid of losing you, like he lost your mom. He drove her away."
Buffy leaned in and kissed him. When he didn't move she grew bolder and traced his lips with her tongue. He moved his hand to her back, drawing her closer. His tongue slid into her mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck. He angled his head as he increased the pressure on her lips. He pulled her closer, encouraging her to explore. In slow storkes, he moved his hand up and down her back, sending tingles through her body. His lips nuzzled her ear and when his tongue flicked the lobe she sighed. He pulled away, knowing that if they went any farther he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
"I should go." His husky voice sent chills down her spine. She started to protest, but her cut her off with a kiss. He was about to leave when her spotted the picture of her and her mother still lying on the bed. He picked it up.
"Can I borrow this?"
"Sure. What for?" Buffy asked curiously.
"You'll see," he said as he slipped the picture into the pocket of his coat. He kissed her quickly. "I'll call you." With that he left.
TBC.
"Hi," he said when she finally pulled away.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to give you a ride to school."
Buffy looked at the clock. "It's five o'clock in the morning. I don't have to be at school until seven thirty."
"I know, I did once attend the same school. I'm taking you out to breakfast."
"Now?"
"Yes, now! Go get dressed."
She kissed him quickly and ran upstairs to find something to wear..
Angel took her to Denny's.
"Is this going to become a regular thing?" she asked.
"Don't push it. I don't plan on getting up at four every morning."
"Guess what?" Buffy said after they ordered their breakfast.
"What?"
"I got a job," she said proudly.
"Really? Where?"
"At 'Cool Beans'.
"The café?"
"Uh huh. I took your advice. I thought a job might help distract me a little. from everything."
Angel smiled. "It will." He took her hand and kissed it.
"Prom is coming up," Buffy said after a while.
"Are you asking me to go?"
"Well, everyone else already has a date. I was hoping you'd be my last minute date."
"You mean your backup?"
"Sort of." She grinned.
"What's in it for me?"
"A dance with a bunch of horny teenagers."
"Are you referring to yourself?" He grinned.
Buffy hit him playfully.
"Is everything okay here?" a waitress asked.
"Can you tell me what time it is?" Angel asked.
"It's seven forty five."
Buffy's eyes went wide as she looked at him.
"Shit! Come one," he said and he dropped a wad of crumpled up dollar bills on the table.
Angel pulled up to the curb in front of Sunnydale High School.
Buffy grabbed her bag and practically jumped out of the car. She started running towards the school, but stopped. "Angel?"
"Yeah?"
She ran back to the car and gave him a quick kiss. "You never answered me about the prom."
"Of course I'll go. Now go to class before I decide to take you out to lunch."
She kissed him one more time and ran towards the school.
Buffy answered the door wearing a light purple, strapless gown. Half her hair was pinned up with little wisps, framing her face.
"You look beautiful," Angel said.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she responded and wasn't lying. He looked good in a tux. She grabbed her purse and took his hand. He escorted her outside, where she found a limousine parked in front of her driveway.
"Our chariot is waiting, my lady," Angel said in a bad English accent as the driver opened the door for them. Buffy laughed.
"Angel, you didn't have to get a limo. How are you going to afford this?" Buffy said when the driver closed the door behind them.
"One of my kid's dad owns a limo rental place. I got this for practically nothing, but you're not supposed to know that."
When they arrived at Sunnydale High, the gym was already crowded.
"Do you want to dance?" Angel asked her.
"I'd love too," she took his hand and he lead her to the dance floor.
"Thank you," she said when they were on their second song.
"For what?"
"For everything The limo, coming here, tonight. You always make everything perfect."
"I should be the one thanking you. After all, I'm here with the most beautiful girl in the whole room."
Buffy blushed at the compliment.
"My prom was pretty crappy. My date and I got in a big fight and I spent the whole night getting drunk off my ass. You're giving me a second chance."
"Can I cut in?" Xander came up behind Angel.
Buffy rolled her eyes when she saw him.
"I'm going to get us some drinks," Angel said and he left Buffy to dance with Xander. "Why do you look so upset, Buff? Are you and Angel fighting?" Xander asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, he left me to dance with you, when he knows how much I hate you."
"Hate is such a strong word."
"Oh, but it fits you perfectly."
"What did I ever do to you?"
"My first day of school you sexually harassed me. You spiked my drink at the bronze and you're a complete and total asshole."
"What are you talking about? Are you denying that you had fun that night?" His hand moved up toward her breast.
"You don't ever stop thinking about sex, do you?" She brushed his hand away.
"No, but neither does Angel and it looks like he's doing pretty well."
"Angel may only think about sex, but at least he doesn't act on it."
"Stop trying to get my girlfriend in your pants." Angel said sarcastically as he returned with two cups of punch. He handed one to Buffy.
"You can come in. My dad's on a business trip in LA for the weekend," Buffy said as the limo pulled up to her house.
Angle had never actually been inside her house. Buffy's father seemed extremely overprotective of her and Angel was sure he wasn't someone he wanted to meet, at least not yet.
"Do you want the grand tour?" she asked after closing the door.
"Sure," he said as he slipped his hands into his pockets. Not since he was fifteen had he felt this same nervous anticipation in a girl's house.
Buffy quickly showed him around, saving her room for last.
Angel sat down on her bed and picked up the picture on her bedside table. "Is this your mom?"
"Yeah, that was when she and my dad were thinking about getting back together. It was the happiest I've ever seen her. I don't see how she could have loved him. He's so self-centered."
"Come here." He patted the bed and she sat down beside him.
"Your dad loves you, Buffy. He just doesn't know how to show it. It's been a long time since he's had a daughter around."
"I know, but as long as I can remember it's just been my mom and I, and now here's this new guy in my life who decides where I go, and what time I'm home, but he isn't someone I can talk to about anything. The only time he talks to me is when he is telling me what to do. He's a self-centered control freak."
"Maybe he's just afraid of losing you, like he lost your mom. He drove her away."
Buffy leaned in and kissed him. When he didn't move she grew bolder and traced his lips with her tongue. He moved his hand to her back, drawing her closer. His tongue slid into her mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck. He angled his head as he increased the pressure on her lips. He pulled her closer, encouraging her to explore. In slow storkes, he moved his hand up and down her back, sending tingles through her body. His lips nuzzled her ear and when his tongue flicked the lobe she sighed. He pulled away, knowing that if they went any farther he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
"I should go." His husky voice sent chills down her spine. She started to protest, but her cut her off with a kiss. He was about to leave when her spotted the picture of her and her mother still lying on the bed. He picked it up.
"Can I borrow this?"
"Sure. What for?" Buffy asked curiously.
"You'll see," he said as he slipped the picture into the pocket of his coat. He kissed her quickly. "I'll call you." With that he left.
TBC.