Dedicated to Babs, Angie, Sabs, and Sasha....May they always irritate me beyond belief and be my best friends =P...And to Liz (Will_ow) for posting this challenge and being my fwiend and and and....helping me some with this part :P and betaing and and and.....yeah that's enough :P. Oh and everyone that's reviewed *sniffles dramatically* this is for you! *cries*...But if you haven't reviewed then....it isn't :P

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Summary:.........What's the square root of 23454634556546? *sighs* I'll be a little nice...there's a revealing secret and stuff.



Random Question of the Day: Do I have any fans? =P

(Continued from before ---- Isn't it great when people just don't start a completely different angle without any continuity? Yeah, that was a hit at Joss. =))



I'm sorry to do this readers, but I hafta have a villain I hate and...yeah



Rating: PLORB.........{Probably lots of Riley bashing} =P

****MILD NC-17 WARNING****

Chapter Eight





Buffy angrily punched the bag hanging from the ceiling. *What the hell is wrong with me?* The dream had shook her more than she cared to admit, even to herself. She hit it harder and gave a satisfied grunt when the edges of the fabric covering the bag seemed to expand. She glanced over to Faith and Fred, who were sparring.

"C'mon Fred, stay still long enough to at least *try* to hit me!"

"No! You'll hurt me," Fred continued to evade Faith, dodging her and almost managing to corner herself.

"No I won't," Faith grinned and pushed her sweaty brown bangs out of her eyes.

Buffy turned her attention back to the punching bag. Her eyes narrowed when the image of Angelus' mocking face flashed over the surface. She finally let the tension loose and savagely attacked it with as many kicks and punches as she could before her energy ran out and the cotton stuffing gushed from it.

She felt eyes on her, "What? I saw a bug."

"Sure B."

Buffy blinked innocently and left the room.

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Buffy stood under the cold spray of the shower and felt her hatred of Angelus growing, or shrinking, she hardly knew. Her mind drifted back to the dream. *Why is it haunting me?* She couldn't get over the way he had taken the bullet for her. "I hope he's not as stupid in real life," the words had left her mouth before the thought had finished.

She felt something touch her and turned around to come face-to-face with a smirking Angelus. She let her gaze travel over his body. She almost choked when she saw his erection. Her tongue snaked out to moisten her dry lips. She felt her cheeks redden and the clenching feeling in her abdomen that always resulted from contact with Angelus.

She noticed that his eyes had done the same over her and couldn't help but grin, "No smart-ass comments?"

His lust clouded eyes met hers.

She whimpered as he roughly pulled her against him. Her overheated body melted against him, despite of all the objections her mind gave her. All that mattered to her at the moment was presently poking her in the stomach. He kissed the skin behind her ear before nipping it firmly.

She gasped and pressed herself further into him. She refused to think about how this was what she'd been trying to avoid since she'd met him. He trailed kisses over her neck, licked the water from her skin. His hands drew spirals over her thighs as they moved closer to where she wanted them. She forcefully pulled his head from her neck and kissed him savagely. His tongue pushed through her lips tangled with hers. He caught her as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist.

She moaned his name when he positioned her between him and the wall.

"Buffy, aren't you done yet," Liz's voice called out to her.

She sighed angrily and turned off the water. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

"Right."

"Stupid hormones."

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*So she's calling out for Angelus in the shower? That's interesting,* Liz wandered down the hall, from the bathroom. "Can't wait 'til he hears this."



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Riley stood in front of the Distillers in their "headquarters," which was just Riley's basement. "Angelus has gone too far this time!"

Several of the boys mumbled agreements.

"He needs to be taken down a few pegs. Does anyone know the best way to do that," he glanced around the room.

"Attack his gang," a lanky, fifteen year old asked.

"Close. To him, most of his people are expendable."

"His girlfriend," Johnny wondered.

"Yes!"

"But...how do we know who she is," Johnny stared up, in awe of their leader's brother.

"We...um...well...We can," he didn't have an original thought in his head, much less a plan.

"We follow him," his brother spoke.

"Yeah, we do that. I was just about to say that," Riley covered.

Well, at least we have a plan, his brother tried to look happy.



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Angelus spent most of his time in his study. He loved being surrounded by books, even if he never read them. He sat hunched over his sketchpad.

"You are not gonna believe this," Liz stated, barging in.

"Believe what," he barely acknowledged she was there.

"Seems Buffy's been a bit naughty."

His head immediately shot up, "What's she done?"

"Last night Miss Innocence had a dream about you..."

He chuckled, "Is that it?"

"Nope."

"What then," his voice betrayed his impatience.

"She *moaned* your name when she was taking a shower earlier."

"Really," he was obviously doubtful.

"How long have we been friends?"

"Since that day in primary school when I helped you catch the class pet."

"Have I ever lied to you?"

His mouth formed a tight line. "How about the time you told my mother I molested your dog?"

"Well...excluding that type of thing then."

"Never."

"Exactly. Trust me."

"Well then, that's the kind of thing I want to hear," a blinding smile placed itself stubbornly on his mouth.

"Y'know...She's in love with you," Liz stated with an unreadable glint in her eyes.

He didn't respond but instead put his sketchpad on his desk. Buffy's face as she had looked at the club, complete with swollen lips, gazed innocently from the paper.



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