Angel looked at Buffy with admiration. They were once again in the
basement, having agreed that a good workout would lessen the tension
between them. They were both wearing sparring gloves and shoes, and had
been fighting for the past few minutes. The fighting bag had been taken
down and the cot had been folded to give them more room.
Angel smiled at Buffy as she paused to wipe a stray hair away from her face. As soon as she was ready, he rushed her from the side. Grabbing her around the waist, he tossed her easily to the side and brought his fists up lightly to her kidneys. She grunted and grabbed his head with her feet, flipping over him neatly and snapping him upside down. With a grin, she ran at him and slammed a fist into his stomach.
"Take that!" She cried triumphantly.
"You cheated." He said with a grin. "I had you."
"We'll see about that," she yelled with false anger.
Grabbing the pull-up bar above her, Buffy swung her legs over it and straddled the metal. She dangled her feet just out of Angel's reach and giggled as he tried to reach her.
When he finally gave up, she flipped down to land in front of him.
"Are you up for another round?" She taunted.
Angel just looked at her with a grin. Without another word, she sprinted for the stairs and jumped up them three at a time. She ran down the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Angel stopped just outside the door, hesitant to go in, but his enjoyment of their game won out and he pushed the door open. He found the room empty, with the curtain for the window blowing in the breeze. Not knowing how much time had passed, he was surprised to see that it was dark outside. But his surprise turned to wonder when he saw Buffy scrambling down the tree outside of her window.
He didn't even bother with the tree, but jumped out the window and rolled in midair to land on his feet. He hit the ground a second before Buffy, but it was enough, and he shoved her back into the tree.
"Looks like you lost," he said with a fake growl.
Her eyes said otherwise, and she struggled against him.
"Ah, ah, ah, you wouldn't want me to bite, now, would you?"
She said nothing, but glared at him playfully.
"Try it." She said hotly.
Releasing her arm with one hand, Angel caught her hair in his fist and pulled her neck to the left. Slowly and deliberately, he began to kiss the soft skin at her neck. She squirmed against him, but slowly his other hand circled her waist and pressed her to him. She found her hand tangled in his hair, and slid the other into his pocket. He moaned against her neck. Then he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily. Between moist mouthfuls, Buffy took in deep breaths of cold air, feeling her heart thump wildly as Angel touched her. Time seemed to stand still, wrapped up in the same suspended passion as the couple against the tree. The wind rocked through the small, re-built town of Sunnydale, and Buffy was lost in Angel's arms, taken on the ground. Both of their hearts, one beating, one silent, sang with joy.
Angel smiled at Buffy as she paused to wipe a stray hair away from her face. As soon as she was ready, he rushed her from the side. Grabbing her around the waist, he tossed her easily to the side and brought his fists up lightly to her kidneys. She grunted and grabbed his head with her feet, flipping over him neatly and snapping him upside down. With a grin, she ran at him and slammed a fist into his stomach.
"Take that!" She cried triumphantly.
"You cheated." He said with a grin. "I had you."
"We'll see about that," she yelled with false anger.
Grabbing the pull-up bar above her, Buffy swung her legs over it and straddled the metal. She dangled her feet just out of Angel's reach and giggled as he tried to reach her.
When he finally gave up, she flipped down to land in front of him.
"Are you up for another round?" She taunted.
Angel just looked at her with a grin. Without another word, she sprinted for the stairs and jumped up them three at a time. She ran down the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Angel stopped just outside the door, hesitant to go in, but his enjoyment of their game won out and he pushed the door open. He found the room empty, with the curtain for the window blowing in the breeze. Not knowing how much time had passed, he was surprised to see that it was dark outside. But his surprise turned to wonder when he saw Buffy scrambling down the tree outside of her window.
He didn't even bother with the tree, but jumped out the window and rolled in midair to land on his feet. He hit the ground a second before Buffy, but it was enough, and he shoved her back into the tree.
"Looks like you lost," he said with a fake growl.
Her eyes said otherwise, and she struggled against him.
"Ah, ah, ah, you wouldn't want me to bite, now, would you?"
She said nothing, but glared at him playfully.
"Try it." She said hotly.
Releasing her arm with one hand, Angel caught her hair in his fist and pulled her neck to the left. Slowly and deliberately, he began to kiss the soft skin at her neck. She squirmed against him, but slowly his other hand circled her waist and pressed her to him. She found her hand tangled in his hair, and slid the other into his pocket. He moaned against her neck. Then he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her hungrily. Between moist mouthfuls, Buffy took in deep breaths of cold air, feeling her heart thump wildly as Angel touched her. Time seemed to stand still, wrapped up in the same suspended passion as the couple against the tree. The wind rocked through the small, re-built town of Sunnydale, and Buffy was lost in Angel's arms, taken on the ground. Both of their hearts, one beating, one silent, sang with joy.