Warning: This chapter contains sex and is rated R.
Angel and Buffy were walking hand in hand through Weatherly Park. They had just seen a movie at the Sun Cinema, but didn't want to say "good-bye" just yet.
"Do you want to do something after your graduation, to celebrate? That is, if you're not doing anything with your dad," Angel asked as Buffy sat down on one of the swings and he moved behind to push her.
"No, he's going on another business trip. He leaves tonight."
Angel caught her by the waist. "He's missing your graduation?"
"According to him, his work is very important and he can't risk losing this deal for some boring ceremony where they give you a piece of paper that just tells you something you already know. He told me to take pictures for him. We got in this big fight about it yesterday," she said, looking at the ground.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault I have a moron for a father. Besides, it's better if he's not there. More time with you." She smiled. "What are we doing afterwards?"
"I'm not sure." He kissed the top of her head. "Probably dinner. Does dinner sound good to you?"
"Dinner sounds great. What should I wear?"
"Whatever you want. That's your job to figure out. I pick the restaurant, you pick what you're going to wear."
"Is it formal or casual?"
"I haven't decided where we're going yet, but I'd be pretty cheep if I took you to The Bronze. It'll be formal." Angel looked at his watch. "I should go, I have to be at work in twenty minutes. Do you want a ride home?"
"No, I think I'll stay a little longer." She stood up.
"Okay, I'll call you tonight." They kissed quickly and he left.
To Angel, Buffy's graduation was tedious. It was exactly the same as his was, only this time he wasn't stoned. (He'd given up drugs during his freshmen year of college, when he almost flunked out because he had been getting high instead of going to class). He knew that Xander and Willow wouldn't care if he left, but he stayed for Buffy. This was a big day for her and he was the only one there to see it. Whether she'd admit it or not, he knew she was upset about her dad not being there. Now, he was glad it was over. He unlocked the door to his apartment and let Buffy inside. She was wearing a crimson spaghetti-strap dress, and she looked great.
"I'll be right back." Angel motioned for her to sit down on the couch and he walked into his bedroom.
She turned on the TV and flipped through the channels for about ten minutes. Finally, getting bored, she got up and walked into Angel's room to see what was taking him so long. "What are you looking for?" she asked, when she saw him shuffling through papers on his desk.
"The restaurants address. Dammit, it was right here this morning."
Buffy took his hand and entangled his fingers with hers. "It doesn't matter. We can just order pizza. We'll have it delivered."
"We have reservations."
"Since when do you care about reservations?"
"Tonight was supposed to be perfect and I screwed it up."
"Angel, I don't care about fancy restaurants. Tonight is perfect and so is pizza."
Angel lowered his head down to hers and their lips locked. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her hips into his. When the need for air came, he pulled away, but just barely. "I don't feel like pizza. How about Chinese?" he asked.
"Chinese is good," she responded and captured his lips again. Angel slowly moved toward the bed and Buffy willingly followed. She knew they were playing with fire, but she didn't have the will to stop it, nor did she want to. She sat down on the bed and pulled him down with her.
Angel was the one who pulled away. "We should stop," he said breathlessly.
"No, I'm ready now."
"I know." He combed his hand through his hair. Holding back was taking every bit of control he had.
"I love you and I want to show you that."
"I know you love me; you don't need to show me."
"I want to."
"I know this sounds crazy coming from me, but all this time I've been saying you're not ready. Now you are and I'm not. I love you so much and I don't want to ruin what we have."
"Why would it be ruined?" Buffy asked. Now she was confused, he obviously wasn't the virgin here.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before, not even Darla. She went off and had sex with a bunch of guys, whom she can't even name, and I don't want to lose you like that."
"You're not going to lose me." She continued to toy with the necklace.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I won't let you. I'm not like Darla. I want to be with you, not anyone else."
"You've never slept with anyone before. You don't know what it feels like to be completely taken over by lust. You lose control."
"No, but I know how it feels like to be completely taken over by love. This isn't about lust, Angel. I don't want to just have sex with you. I want to make love to you, but not if you don't want me."
"Believe me, I want you. Sometimes more than I can stand."
"Then you can have me."
"Buffy, are you sure?" He looked her in the eyes.
"I've never been more sure about anything. This feels right."
His lips brushed against hers. She threaded her fingers through his short, spiky hair. She moved her hand down, over his shoulders and onto his chest. Carefully, but quickly, she began to unbutton his shirt. He placed his hands on her shoulders, letting the straps of her dress slip between his fingers. He slowly pulled the dress down her arms. The dress scraping across her bare breasts, fell to the floor. He discarded his shirt and it joined her dress. He guided her down onto the bed. His hand slid down her body, but stopped at her stomach.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
In response, she nodded and unbuttoned his pants. He reached for a condom in the top drawer of his bureau. She slid his pants down, along with his boxers. He kicked the off the annoying garments and pulled down her thong, which matched her dress. He looked at her and she nodded her approval nervously. He entered her gently, tentatively. Her nails dug into his back.
"Are you alright?"
She smiled shyly. "Yeah."
He waited as she adjusted to the feel of him and slowly began to rock his hips back and forth. He kissed her tears and ran his fingers through her hair. His hands seemed everywhere at once as she slid hers down his perfectly toned arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him deeper. She arched her back and moved her hips to meet his thrusts. As his movements quickened, she caught his rhythm and matched it to hers. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they gasped and came together.
Buffy reached over for Angel, but he was gone. She opened her eyes and stretched her arms across the bed. There was a faint aroma of bacon in the air. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, she reached for the nearest item of clothing, which happened to be Angel's shirt from the night before. She slipped it on and headed for the bathroom.
Angel was standing in front of the stove when he felt thin arms wrap around his waist. "Hey," he said, without turning around.
"Hi," Buffy mumbled back as she kissed the back of his neck.
He turned to face her, his hands resting on her hips.
She was still wearing his shirt, but her hair was wet from her shower.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked as he pulled her closer for a kiss.
"Uh huh," she mumbled into his lips. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your shower."
"Without me?" he replied with mock hurt.
"I smelled food and I didn't want to distract you from cooking another of your gourmet macaroni and cheese cuisines."
"Hey, I make very good Easy Mac."
"Yes, you do."
He slipped a piece of bacon into her mouth.
"Mmm.so the macaroni and cheese was just an act?" she asked when she tasted the food.
"No, I just got lucky this morning." He kissed her again, but she pulled away when something caught her attention.
"What's that?" she asked, hinting to a large object that was covered in a sheet in the corner of the kitchen.
"Your graduation present." He tried to kiss her again, but she moved away.
"Can I see it?"
"No."
"Why not? I've already graduated."
"It's not finished."
"So..."
"So, you'll see it when it's finished."
"Can I take a peek?" she asked, giving him a look he couldn't resist.
"Fine." Angel walked over to it and pulled the sheet off. It was an easel with a painting of the picture of Buffy and her mother; the one she had let him borrow the night of the prom.
"I love it," she whispered.
"Now I'm a crappy boyfriend for letting you see it before it's finished."
"No one's ever done something like this for me."
"Well, they should have." He bent down and finally got his kiss. "Let's eat." He took two plates and two glasses from the cupboard. He filled the plates up with food. "Milk or juice?" he asked.
"Juice, please."
He poured two glasses of juice and placed everything on the table.
"Let's do something today," she said in between bites.
He looked at her apologetically. "I have to work."
"Oh," she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
"You can hang out here if you want. To make it up to you, I'll plan something for tonight." Angel reached in to his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He held out his credit card. "You can go shopping on me. I'll drop you off on my way to work, but you'll have to walk back."
"You really don't want to give me your credit card."
"Then take it before I change my mind."
She snatched it from him and grinned, which made him laugh. "I don't have anything to wear."
"Hurry up and eat so we can stop by your house and you can change."
When Angel got home, the apartment looked empty. The lights in the kitchen and living room were turned off. He almost tripped over a shopping bag in the hallway. He walked upstairs and found Buffy asleep in his bed. She was wearing his t-shirt and rolled up sweat pants. He lay down next to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyelids flittered open.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hi. When did you get back?"
"A few minutes ago. Didn't you go shopping for clothes?" He touched his shirt that she was wearing.
"Yours smell better."
He brought his lips down to hers for a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue searched her mouth. He broke away. "I have something to show you." He got up and pulled her up with him.
He led her out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side of the building. He opened the fire exit door and held it for her. "Come on."
Buffy looked up. "That's like five hundred steps."
"Something like that. Let's go." He started running up the stairs.
"Wait!" she called as she chased after him.
When they reached the top, they both were out of breath. Angel opened another door. Buffy walked through it and found herself on the top of the apartment building complex.
"You can see all of Sunnydale," she said.
"All of Sunnydale isn't really that much." He reached for her hand and walked over to a blanket he had set out earlier that day. He laid down on it and pulled her down with him. They were lying down on their backs looking up at the stars.
"Angel, it's beautiful." Buffy began to play with his necklace, which had fallen out of his shirt, turning it in circles with her fingertips.
Angel noticed the attention she was giving to his necklace. He reached around his neck and took it off. "So are you," he said causing her to blush, as he put it on her. He noticed her embarrassment and changed the subject. "When does your dad get home?"
"A week from today."
"Great! Stay with me. We can spend the whole week together. I have to work a few days, but that's it." Angel felt like a little kid, getting excited over Disneyland.
"I can't. He's going to know. I mean, what if he calls and I'm never there?"
"When he gets back, you can tell him you didn't want to stay alone all week so you stayed with Cordelia and the baby. We can pick up your stuff in the morning."
"This is insane. He'll totally know."
"Will you do it?"
"Yes." She smiled.
Angel leaned over her and kissed her. She began unbuttoning his shirt and they made love amidst the stars.
TBC.
Angel and Buffy were walking hand in hand through Weatherly Park. They had just seen a movie at the Sun Cinema, but didn't want to say "good-bye" just yet.
"Do you want to do something after your graduation, to celebrate? That is, if you're not doing anything with your dad," Angel asked as Buffy sat down on one of the swings and he moved behind to push her.
"No, he's going on another business trip. He leaves tonight."
Angel caught her by the waist. "He's missing your graduation?"
"According to him, his work is very important and he can't risk losing this deal for some boring ceremony where they give you a piece of paper that just tells you something you already know. He told me to take pictures for him. We got in this big fight about it yesterday," she said, looking at the ground.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault I have a moron for a father. Besides, it's better if he's not there. More time with you." She smiled. "What are we doing afterwards?"
"I'm not sure." He kissed the top of her head. "Probably dinner. Does dinner sound good to you?"
"Dinner sounds great. What should I wear?"
"Whatever you want. That's your job to figure out. I pick the restaurant, you pick what you're going to wear."
"Is it formal or casual?"
"I haven't decided where we're going yet, but I'd be pretty cheep if I took you to The Bronze. It'll be formal." Angel looked at his watch. "I should go, I have to be at work in twenty minutes. Do you want a ride home?"
"No, I think I'll stay a little longer." She stood up.
"Okay, I'll call you tonight." They kissed quickly and he left.
To Angel, Buffy's graduation was tedious. It was exactly the same as his was, only this time he wasn't stoned. (He'd given up drugs during his freshmen year of college, when he almost flunked out because he had been getting high instead of going to class). He knew that Xander and Willow wouldn't care if he left, but he stayed for Buffy. This was a big day for her and he was the only one there to see it. Whether she'd admit it or not, he knew she was upset about her dad not being there. Now, he was glad it was over. He unlocked the door to his apartment and let Buffy inside. She was wearing a crimson spaghetti-strap dress, and she looked great.
"I'll be right back." Angel motioned for her to sit down on the couch and he walked into his bedroom.
She turned on the TV and flipped through the channels for about ten minutes. Finally, getting bored, she got up and walked into Angel's room to see what was taking him so long. "What are you looking for?" she asked, when she saw him shuffling through papers on his desk.
"The restaurants address. Dammit, it was right here this morning."
Buffy took his hand and entangled his fingers with hers. "It doesn't matter. We can just order pizza. We'll have it delivered."
"We have reservations."
"Since when do you care about reservations?"
"Tonight was supposed to be perfect and I screwed it up."
"Angel, I don't care about fancy restaurants. Tonight is perfect and so is pizza."
Angel lowered his head down to hers and their lips locked. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her hips into his. When the need for air came, he pulled away, but just barely. "I don't feel like pizza. How about Chinese?" he asked.
"Chinese is good," she responded and captured his lips again. Angel slowly moved toward the bed and Buffy willingly followed. She knew they were playing with fire, but she didn't have the will to stop it, nor did she want to. She sat down on the bed and pulled him down with her.
Angel was the one who pulled away. "We should stop," he said breathlessly.
"No, I'm ready now."
"I know." He combed his hand through his hair. Holding back was taking every bit of control he had.
"I love you and I want to show you that."
"I know you love me; you don't need to show me."
"I want to."
"I know this sounds crazy coming from me, but all this time I've been saying you're not ready. Now you are and I'm not. I love you so much and I don't want to ruin what we have."
"Why would it be ruined?" Buffy asked. Now she was confused, he obviously wasn't the virgin here.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before, not even Darla. She went off and had sex with a bunch of guys, whom she can't even name, and I don't want to lose you like that."
"You're not going to lose me." She continued to toy with the necklace.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I won't let you. I'm not like Darla. I want to be with you, not anyone else."
"You've never slept with anyone before. You don't know what it feels like to be completely taken over by lust. You lose control."
"No, but I know how it feels like to be completely taken over by love. This isn't about lust, Angel. I don't want to just have sex with you. I want to make love to you, but not if you don't want me."
"Believe me, I want you. Sometimes more than I can stand."
"Then you can have me."
"Buffy, are you sure?" He looked her in the eyes.
"I've never been more sure about anything. This feels right."
His lips brushed against hers. She threaded her fingers through his short, spiky hair. She moved her hand down, over his shoulders and onto his chest. Carefully, but quickly, she began to unbutton his shirt. He placed his hands on her shoulders, letting the straps of her dress slip between his fingers. He slowly pulled the dress down her arms. The dress scraping across her bare breasts, fell to the floor. He discarded his shirt and it joined her dress. He guided her down onto the bed. His hand slid down her body, but stopped at her stomach.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
In response, she nodded and unbuttoned his pants. He reached for a condom in the top drawer of his bureau. She slid his pants down, along with his boxers. He kicked the off the annoying garments and pulled down her thong, which matched her dress. He looked at her and she nodded her approval nervously. He entered her gently, tentatively. Her nails dug into his back.
"Are you alright?"
She smiled shyly. "Yeah."
He waited as she adjusted to the feel of him and slowly began to rock his hips back and forth. He kissed her tears and ran his fingers through her hair. His hands seemed everywhere at once as she slid hers down his perfectly toned arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him deeper. She arched her back and moved her hips to meet his thrusts. As his movements quickened, she caught his rhythm and matched it to hers. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they gasped and came together.
Buffy reached over for Angel, but he was gone. She opened her eyes and stretched her arms across the bed. There was a faint aroma of bacon in the air. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, she reached for the nearest item of clothing, which happened to be Angel's shirt from the night before. She slipped it on and headed for the bathroom.
Angel was standing in front of the stove when he felt thin arms wrap around his waist. "Hey," he said, without turning around.
"Hi," Buffy mumbled back as she kissed the back of his neck.
He turned to face her, his hands resting on her hips.
She was still wearing his shirt, but her hair was wet from her shower.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked as he pulled her closer for a kiss.
"Uh huh," she mumbled into his lips. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your shower."
"Without me?" he replied with mock hurt.
"I smelled food and I didn't want to distract you from cooking another of your gourmet macaroni and cheese cuisines."
"Hey, I make very good Easy Mac."
"Yes, you do."
He slipped a piece of bacon into her mouth.
"Mmm.so the macaroni and cheese was just an act?" she asked when she tasted the food.
"No, I just got lucky this morning." He kissed her again, but she pulled away when something caught her attention.
"What's that?" she asked, hinting to a large object that was covered in a sheet in the corner of the kitchen.
"Your graduation present." He tried to kiss her again, but she moved away.
"Can I see it?"
"No."
"Why not? I've already graduated."
"It's not finished."
"So..."
"So, you'll see it when it's finished."
"Can I take a peek?" she asked, giving him a look he couldn't resist.
"Fine." Angel walked over to it and pulled the sheet off. It was an easel with a painting of the picture of Buffy and her mother; the one she had let him borrow the night of the prom.
"I love it," she whispered.
"Now I'm a crappy boyfriend for letting you see it before it's finished."
"No one's ever done something like this for me."
"Well, they should have." He bent down and finally got his kiss. "Let's eat." He took two plates and two glasses from the cupboard. He filled the plates up with food. "Milk or juice?" he asked.
"Juice, please."
He poured two glasses of juice and placed everything on the table.
"Let's do something today," she said in between bites.
He looked at her apologetically. "I have to work."
"Oh," she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
"You can hang out here if you want. To make it up to you, I'll plan something for tonight." Angel reached in to his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He held out his credit card. "You can go shopping on me. I'll drop you off on my way to work, but you'll have to walk back."
"You really don't want to give me your credit card."
"Then take it before I change my mind."
She snatched it from him and grinned, which made him laugh. "I don't have anything to wear."
"Hurry up and eat so we can stop by your house and you can change."
When Angel got home, the apartment looked empty. The lights in the kitchen and living room were turned off. He almost tripped over a shopping bag in the hallway. He walked upstairs and found Buffy asleep in his bed. She was wearing his t-shirt and rolled up sweat pants. He lay down next to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyelids flittered open.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hi. When did you get back?"
"A few minutes ago. Didn't you go shopping for clothes?" He touched his shirt that she was wearing.
"Yours smell better."
He brought his lips down to hers for a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue searched her mouth. He broke away. "I have something to show you." He got up and pulled her up with him.
He led her out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side of the building. He opened the fire exit door and held it for her. "Come on."
Buffy looked up. "That's like five hundred steps."
"Something like that. Let's go." He started running up the stairs.
"Wait!" she called as she chased after him.
When they reached the top, they both were out of breath. Angel opened another door. Buffy walked through it and found herself on the top of the apartment building complex.
"You can see all of Sunnydale," she said.
"All of Sunnydale isn't really that much." He reached for her hand and walked over to a blanket he had set out earlier that day. He laid down on it and pulled her down with him. They were lying down on their backs looking up at the stars.
"Angel, it's beautiful." Buffy began to play with his necklace, which had fallen out of his shirt, turning it in circles with her fingertips.
Angel noticed the attention she was giving to his necklace. He reached around his neck and took it off. "So are you," he said causing her to blush, as he put it on her. He noticed her embarrassment and changed the subject. "When does your dad get home?"
"A week from today."
"Great! Stay with me. We can spend the whole week together. I have to work a few days, but that's it." Angel felt like a little kid, getting excited over Disneyland.
"I can't. He's going to know. I mean, what if he calls and I'm never there?"
"When he gets back, you can tell him you didn't want to stay alone all week so you stayed with Cordelia and the baby. We can pick up your stuff in the morning."
"This is insane. He'll totally know."
"Will you do it?"
"Yes." She smiled.
Angel leaned over her and kissed her. She began unbuttoning his shirt and they made love amidst the stars.
TBC.