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AN: WHO THE HELL IS CLAY AIKEN?! Well, hmmm. Haven't heard that one before... everyone I know has heard of him, if not obsessed with him along with me. Anyway, for purpose of the story Clay Aiken is on tour with Kelly Clarkson (like he actually is in real life but I don't think they go to New York) and since I'm clueless, I have no idea where Madison Square Garden is in New York (if it even is- told you I was clueless) so work with me here. And also I have no clue how law offices work.
AN2: Re-reading this entire story (yes, I do that) I realized that this happens a lot faster than I thought, but hey, true love can't be stopped so what the hell, right? This chap is practically pure fluff.
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"Buffy?" Angel asked, noticing his apartment door was wide open. "Buffy, you here?"
"Yeah," Buffy called out from the back. "Give me a sec."
"Why's the door open?" Angel asked, closing it and setting his bag down on the couch.
"It's open?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah."
"Ephram must have left it open," Buffy entered the room, using a towel to dry her recently washed hair. "Hope you don't mind, I needed a shower."
"You live here," Angle laughed. "Why would I mind? You might have to start paying rent though. You're running up the water bill."
"Hey," Buffy laughed, throwing the towel at Angel.
"Hey," Angel repeated, throwing it back and collapsing on the couch.
"Don't get too comfy," Buffy insisted. "We're going out."
"Really?" Angel smiled. "Where?"
"You'll see," Buffy smiled. "By the way, your treat."
"Oh really?" Angel asked. "What makes you think I have the money for that?"
"This," Buffy pushed a button on Angel's answering machine and Lilah's ecstatic voice entered the room:
"I know I just saw you at the office but I just gotta say this again because I don't think you were listening to me: do you realize who amazing this is? Full-time employee makes for big bucks and benefits. Plus, Wolfram and Hart is like the biggest law firm in the world so that makes for world traveling and if you excel in this, like I know you will, fame come with the package. Just wanted to say congrats and you better have your ass up here on Monday- forget about Friday and the weekend- because I am going to run you so hard. Bye!"
"She's happy," Buffy smiled. "There are like fifty of those from others... and a very angry Texan named Lindsey."
"He would be," Angel nodded. "I beat him out."
"So, you want to go like that or you want to change?" Buffy asked.
"I'll change," Angel smiled. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Sure," Buffy paused. "Once we get there."
"Aren't I driving?" Angel tried again.
"Nice one," Buffy shook her head. "But no, I'm calling a cab."
"You're good," Angel laughed.
"Aren't I?" Buffy agreed.
* * * * *
"Madison Square Garden?" Angel asked. "This is where we're going?"
"Hey, have you ever heard of this guy?" Buffy smiled smugly, showing Angel the tickets. "I think you said something about him once, but it could have been Xander."
"Madison Square Garden presents," Angel said reading the tickets as they moved through the line. "Kelly Clarkson and... Clay Aiken?!"
"So it was you," Buffy noted the smile on Angel's face.
"How'd you get these?" Angel laughed. "I've been trying foe months! I'd given up on them."
"Ephram gave them to me," Buffy shrugged. "Glad you like."
"Like?" Angel asked. "No. Love. Almost as much as you."
Buffy blushed slightly as a guy took there tickets and they walked in. Angel, realizing what he said, laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
* * * * * Mid-way through the concert * * * * *
Buffy looked over at Angel just as the ending notes to Clay Aiken's first song, "Invisible" faded out and the crowd continued to cheer.
"He's not bad," Buffy stated.
"Not at all," Angel nodded. "Buffy, thanks."
"For tonight?" Buffy asked. "No problem, I needed to get out of just as much as you did."
"No I mean," Angel sighed. "Everything. Befriending me in high school, keeping in touch, trusting me, depending on me, helping me... everything. I needed to say that."
"Um...," Buffy faltered as the music started again. "Thank you?"
"I need to say something else too," Angel smiled, them recognizing the first words of the song that had started. "Or, I could let Clay Aiken say it for me."
There's something bout the way you look tonight, There's something bout the way that I can't take my eyes off you. There's something bout the way your lips invite, maybe its the way that I get nervous when your around. And I want you to be mine
and if u need a reason why
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.
There's something bout how you stay on my mind, there's something bout the way that I whisper your name when I'm asleep Oh
no. Maybe it's the look you get in your eyes. Oh baby it's the way that makes me feel to see you smile. And the reasons they
may change but what I'm feeling stays the same.
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.
I can't put my fingers on just what it is that makes me love you, you baby.
So don't ask me to describe, I get all choked up inside, just thinking bout the way.
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.
There's something bout the way you look tonight.
There's nothing more to say then, I feel it in the way.
"I love you Buffy," Angel whispered.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"I love you," Angel smiled.
"See, that's not fair," Buffy laughed and hugged him to her tightly. "Because I loved you first."
Angel laughed and pressed his lips to hers for the second time in his life. But it would not be the last.
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THE END!
Ok, this fic turned out to be way longer than I expected. I have plans for a sequel... called "Hurting Like That"... if you want it tell me in the review... Thing is, it won't happen until I finish ALL of my stories... ALL SIX unfinished stories... 2 are almost done and I'm not sure how long the others will take but I'll try to learn to update sooner and faster... holler if you want a sequel!
I write... you read... you review... I write a sequel (can't write more for this one)
Feedback: Hello? I'm addicted to it.
AN: WHO THE HELL IS CLAY AIKEN?! Well, hmmm. Haven't heard that one before... everyone I know has heard of him, if not obsessed with him along with me. Anyway, for purpose of the story Clay Aiken is on tour with Kelly Clarkson (like he actually is in real life but I don't think they go to New York) and since I'm clueless, I have no idea where Madison Square Garden is in New York (if it even is- told you I was clueless) so work with me here. And also I have no clue how law offices work.
AN2: Re-reading this entire story (yes, I do that) I realized that this happens a lot faster than I thought, but hey, true love can't be stopped so what the hell, right? This chap is practically pure fluff.
--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
"Buffy?" Angel asked, noticing his apartment door was wide open. "Buffy, you here?"
"Yeah," Buffy called out from the back. "Give me a sec."
"Why's the door open?" Angel asked, closing it and setting his bag down on the couch.
"It's open?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah."
"Ephram must have left it open," Buffy entered the room, using a towel to dry her recently washed hair. "Hope you don't mind, I needed a shower."
"You live here," Angle laughed. "Why would I mind? You might have to start paying rent though. You're running up the water bill."
"Hey," Buffy laughed, throwing the towel at Angel.
"Hey," Angel repeated, throwing it back and collapsing on the couch.
"Don't get too comfy," Buffy insisted. "We're going out."
"Really?" Angel smiled. "Where?"
"You'll see," Buffy smiled. "By the way, your treat."
"Oh really?" Angel asked. "What makes you think I have the money for that?"
"This," Buffy pushed a button on Angel's answering machine and Lilah's ecstatic voice entered the room:
"I know I just saw you at the office but I just gotta say this again because I don't think you were listening to me: do you realize who amazing this is? Full-time employee makes for big bucks and benefits. Plus, Wolfram and Hart is like the biggest law firm in the world so that makes for world traveling and if you excel in this, like I know you will, fame come with the package. Just wanted to say congrats and you better have your ass up here on Monday- forget about Friday and the weekend- because I am going to run you so hard. Bye!"
"She's happy," Buffy smiled. "There are like fifty of those from others... and a very angry Texan named Lindsey."
"He would be," Angel nodded. "I beat him out."
"So, you want to go like that or you want to change?" Buffy asked.
"I'll change," Angel smiled. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Sure," Buffy paused. "Once we get there."
"Aren't I driving?" Angel tried again.
"Nice one," Buffy shook her head. "But no, I'm calling a cab."
"You're good," Angel laughed.
"Aren't I?" Buffy agreed.
* * * * *
"Madison Square Garden?" Angel asked. "This is where we're going?"
"Hey, have you ever heard of this guy?" Buffy smiled smugly, showing Angel the tickets. "I think you said something about him once, but it could have been Xander."
"Madison Square Garden presents," Angel said reading the tickets as they moved through the line. "Kelly Clarkson and... Clay Aiken?!"
"So it was you," Buffy noted the smile on Angel's face.
"How'd you get these?" Angel laughed. "I've been trying foe months! I'd given up on them."
"Ephram gave them to me," Buffy shrugged. "Glad you like."
"Like?" Angel asked. "No. Love. Almost as much as you."
Buffy blushed slightly as a guy took there tickets and they walked in. Angel, realizing what he said, laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
* * * * * Mid-way through the concert * * * * *
Buffy looked over at Angel just as the ending notes to Clay Aiken's first song, "Invisible" faded out and the crowd continued to cheer.
"He's not bad," Buffy stated.
"Not at all," Angel nodded. "Buffy, thanks."
"For tonight?" Buffy asked. "No problem, I needed to get out of just as much as you did."
"No I mean," Angel sighed. "Everything. Befriending me in high school, keeping in touch, trusting me, depending on me, helping me... everything. I needed to say that."
"Um...," Buffy faltered as the music started again. "Thank you?"
"I need to say something else too," Angel smiled, them recognizing the first words of the song that had started. "Or, I could let Clay Aiken say it for me."
There's something bout the way you look tonight, There's something bout the way that I can't take my eyes off you. There's something bout the way your lips invite, maybe its the way that I get nervous when your around. And I want you to be mine
and if u need a reason why
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.
There's something bout how you stay on my mind, there's something bout the way that I whisper your name when I'm asleep Oh
no. Maybe it's the look you get in your eyes. Oh baby it's the way that makes me feel to see you smile. And the reasons they
may change but what I'm feeling stays the same.
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.
I can't put my fingers on just what it is that makes me love you, you baby.
So don't ask me to describe, I get all choked up inside, just thinking bout the way.
It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me, the way that I want you tonight,
It's in the way that you hold me, and the way that you know me, when I can't find the right words to say,
You feel it in the way, you feel it in the way.
There's something bout the way you look tonight.
There's nothing more to say then, I feel it in the way.
"I love you Buffy," Angel whispered.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"I love you," Angel smiled.
"See, that's not fair," Buffy laughed and hugged him to her tightly. "Because I loved you first."
Angel laughed and pressed his lips to hers for the second time in his life. But it would not be the last.
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THE END!
Ok, this fic turned out to be way longer than I expected. I have plans for a sequel... called "Hurting Like That"... if you want it tell me in the review... Thing is, it won't happen until I finish ALL of my stories... ALL SIX unfinished stories... 2 are almost done and I'm not sure how long the others will take but I'll try to learn to update sooner and faster... holler if you want a sequel!
I write... you read... you review... I write a sequel (can't write more for this one)