Title: A Model Romance
Author: Ashley K.
Disclaimer: I own nothing BTVS or A:tS.
Chapter Two:
The flight into Italy had been terrible. There had been a storm, causing a lot of turbulence. Buffy found that she was unable to sleep at all and was now looking forward to getting to her hotel and sleeping. "Thank you," she graciously said to her driver as he placed her bags in the lobby.
"Ms Summers?" a heavily accented voice called out. Buffy turned and smiled at the middle-aged woman. "Follow me."
Buffy went to grab her suitcases, only to be waved away by the woman. She watched, amused, as the older woman grabbed her suitcases and trudged up the stairs. Buffy looked around; she loved these types of bed and breakfasts.
Before she knew it, Buffy was settled in her room and climbing into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
"Buona mattina, tempo di svegliare." She heard as the last vestiges of sleep left her. Damn, she thought. She hated it when she had a male assistant.
"Buona whatever," Buffy grumpily replied, opening her eyes. She promptly shut them again. "Please tell me that I'm still asleep."
"Buona mattina," Angelus' silky voice corrected. "And, no, you are not still asleep."
Opening her eyes, she glared at her former stepbrother. "What are you doing in my hotel room?"
Chuckling, Angelus sat on the bed next to her. "Ah, lass," he said, "This is my villa in Tuscany."
"And Tristan St. Paul? Just a figment of your imagination?" Buffy spat out, getting out of bed. "I'm leaving, you asshole."
"Ah…I'm sure Rona would not be pleased to receive a call from Mr. St. Paul, telling her of how you decided to skip out of a photo shoot," Angelus called out.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Buffy slowly turned towards Angelus. "You wouldn't," she softly said.
"Yes, I think I would. Your mother and my father need some…time with you out of the picture to reassure one another about their relationship. My father was quite hurt when Joyce almost backed out of their upcoming marriage," Angelus said. "And, Mr. St. Paul is, in fact, an actual person. He, shall we say, owes me a great deal and would, very willingly, manufacture a story for me."
"You asshole," Buffy seethed. Smiling, Angelus got up off her bed and headed out of the room.
"Feel free to use the villa's commodities. I'm going riding," Angelus informed her, softly shutting the door behind him.
Full of impotent rage, Buffy hurled the first object she could grab at the closed door. The pillow made no sound, so Buffy screamed her rage out.
Enjoying a delicious meal out on the patio, Buffy was so absorbed with it she did not notice Angelus' approach. "I didn't think that you would indulge in Maria's cooking," he announced.
"Well, since I don't have an actual shoot," Buffy started, "I figured I could indulge a bit."
Frowing, Angelus pulled something out of his pocket. "For you. They just arrived."
Opening up the black velvet covered box, Buffy bit back a gasp of surprise. An expensive emerald and platinum necklace lay within. Softly touching the gems, Buffy stared at the necklace, a soft smile playing on her features. "I haven't seen this in…forever," she whispered, before remembering who gave them to her. "What is this for?"
"A present, so to speak," Angelus carelessly answered, sitting down next to her and stealing her croissant.
Buffy stared at the jewelry a little longer, lost in memories. The last time she had seen the necklace it had been on her, her first big-time photo shoot. The picture had made the cover of Vogue and it had appeared that she was only wearing the necklace. Angelus had not been in support of Buffy's career choice, flat out telling her that she would never make it in the modeling world, so in a fit of immaturity; Buffy had mailed a copy of the magazine to Angelus. She never received a reply to that piece of mail and had thought that Angelus had thrown it away, a thought further fueled by his lack of response to the cover in general.
The necklace, however, contradicted her original assumption.
"Let me," Angelus said, freeing the necklace from the box and securely fastening it around Buffy's neck.
"No," Buffy protested, too late. "I don't want it."
Amused, Angelus settled back down in his seat. "Cara, your actions suggest otherwise. Are you finished?"
Not answering him, Buffy pushed back her chair, with every intention of locking herself in her room. Angelus grabbed her arm before she could follow through. "Good," he said, leading her in the opposite direction of the villa, "Follow."
Having no choice, Buffy half-ran to keep up with Angelus' pace. "Slow down," she commanded, slightly out of breath. "Where are you taking me?"
"Hush," Angelus said, not slowing down a bit. The further from the villa they walked, the more and more Buffy got lost. Eventually, Buffy had lagged so far behind she couldn't see Angelus anymore.
"Great," Buffy muttered. "This must have been his plan. Get me as lost as possible and leave me out here."
She looked around. Angelus had led her into a hedge maze. "Damn you, Angelus," she shouted. "Where am I?"
Huffing indignantly, Buffy sat down on the grass, staring at the flora around her. It was wildly beautiful, definitely kept up, but only enough so that the entire atmosphere was primal. She smiled at the little rabbit that hopped by, almost laughing at the expression on the creature's face.
"I told you to follow," Angelus said, appearing out of nowhere. "The maze is very difficult. Only I know how to get out of it."
"Gee, that's comforting," Buffy dryly replied. "And I told you to slow down."
Smiling at her, Angelus said nothing and, cautiously wrapped an arm around her. When Buffy didn't protest, he relaxed, pulling her closer to his body. Buffy stiffened, not sure what she was doing or what she could do, choosing instead to relax and enjoy the beauty. "Come on," Angelus said, after a short period, "I have something to show you."
Standing up, Angelus extended a hand for Buffy. Once she was standing, she fully expected him to let go. He didn't.
They walked in a companionable silence for another ten minutes before coming to a halt, obviously in the center of the maze. Buffy held back a gasp. If she had thought the maze itself was beautiful, the center of it was Heaven. "Angel," she said, not catching her use of 'Angel,' rather than 'Angelus,' "This is beautiful!"
Angelus was silent, staring at Buffy quietly. "Yes, it is beautiful," he said, still looking at Buffy. Buffy, noticing something was wrong, looked at him, blushing slightly at the intensity of his stare. "Buffy," he whispered.
"Yes?" she asked, just a softly. Gently, his movements almost frightened, Angelus bent down and kissed her. She moaned against his mouth, reveling in the feeling of coming home. She ignored the little voice in the back of her head, warning her to be careful, that this was the mercurial Angelus, and lost herself in his embrace again.
Her knees gave out and she slowly sank to the ground, Angelus following her lead. Gently, he unbuttoned her shirt, inhaling sharply when her flesh was bared. "If I touch you," he ragged whispered, "do you disappear?"
"Do you?" she asked back, kissing his fingertips.
In response, Angelus gathered her in his arms, kissing her savagely. Suddenly his cell phone rang, startling both of them. "Damnit," he swore against her lips, ignoring the call. The phone range again. "Hello," he bit out, answering the phone, his free hand caressing Buffy's cheek.
"Darla," he greeted and Buffy stiffened in response. "No. No. Darla, good-bye."
Angelus hung up the phone and saw that Buffy had sat up and was in the process of re-buttoning her shirt. "What are you doing?"
"Tell me how to get out of here," Buffy demanded. "I must have been insane. What the hell was I thinking? Why would I…with you?"
Jaw tightening, Angelus stood up and walked into the maze. Buffy ran to catch up, not wanting to get lost again. Neither said anything and, once they returned to the villa, Angelus disappeared.
Buffy slammed her door shut and leaned against it. "What the hell happened?" she asked herself.
Why was Angelus able to bring out feelings in her she thought that she didn't have? Being with him drove her crazy. One minute she hated him, couldn't stand to be around him, and the next? She was all over him and the thought of him being anywhere else killed her.
Buffy remembered Darla. Angelus' best friend with benefits growing up and, apparently, the two had stayed friends through out the years. Darla was everything that Buffy was not. She was sophisticated, rich, experienced, and coldly beautiful. Darla had one of the most successful modeling careers in the world. She was intelligent to top it all off, graduating from Harvard with a degree in Law.
Buffy had not gone to college, too excited to start her career, something that Angelus did not approve of in the least. Many fights had been about Buffy's schooling decision.
Biting back a sob that came from nowhere, Buffy decided that she was going to leave. Screw Rona, screw Angelus! She was not going to be a hostage, especially not Angelus' hostage.
Buffy waited until dark. Then she waited some more, remembering how much of a night-person Angelus was. She was barely containing yawns by the time she decided it was safe, enough, to leave. After a search of her luggage, Buffy had realized that Angelus had taken her passport, but that did not matter. She had other sources of identification, sources that she kept hidden on the off chance that she lost her passport. She would simply go to the embassy and get another one.
She ignored the slight feeling of sadness. As a child she had always wanted to have a fully stamped passport and had almost succeed in doing so with the one Angelus had taken. Buffy tossed aside that feeling. She would simply start over.
Creeping down the stairs, Buffy wondered where Angelus would keep his car keys. She closed her eyes, trying to remember where he would throw them as a teenager. Buffy smiled as she remembered a fight between Giles and Angelus. Giles had complained about the assortment of keys littering the study.
"Now, I just have to find the study," Buffy whispered, turning right, praying that she was headed in the right direction. Three doors later and she was successful. Grabbing the first set of keys, Buffy turned to leave. "Shit," she whispered, remembering the necklace that she still wore. Struggling with the safety catch, Buffy was, almost, tempting just to rip the offending jewelry off of her body. Instead she shrugged and left it be. Once she was home, she would figure out how to get it off and would send it back to Angelus.
Deciding not to risk walking around the villa with her suitcases again, Buffy opened up the window and climbed out of it. Clicking the unlock button on the keyless entry, Buffy waited for the car's headlights to flash. She was not disappointed. "Damnit," she swore, once in the car.
It was a stick shift. Angelus had, somewhat, taught Buffy how to drive one, but she was, in no way, proficient at it. Shrugging, Buffy starting the car and slowly drove down the driveway.
Laughing with glee, Buffy noted that she was about fifteen minutes away from Angelus'. Fifteen minutes closer to being home. The sirens were not expected.
"Miss, step out of the car," the Italian police officer demanded, first in Italian, then in broken English at her confused look.
Miserable, Buffy sat on the cell's bed, only to think about the unsavory characters she had seen on her way in. She quickly stood up. Damn Angelus and damn the Italian legal system!
"Miss Summers?" Buffy looked up and saw a police officer unlocking her cell. She had been there for a good three hours and was infinitely tired. "Somebody's here to pick you up," he said, his English much better than the first officer she encountered.
With an ominous feeling, Buffy left the cell, briefly wondering if another couple days in jail were better than another couple days with Angelus. No, she thought, at least at Angelus' I can trust that the sheets have been washed sometime this decade.
Nodding his good-bye to the officers, Angelus led Buffy out of the jail. "What were you thinking, you little twit?!" Angelus harshly whispered in her ear. "Not only did you set off my home security alarm, but you ruined my transmission!"
"Boo-hoo," Buffy threw out, "Maybe you should have held me prisoner!"
Smirking slightly, Angelus leaned over and whispered in Buffy's ear, "I wasn't holding you prisoner…but if you really want, we could turn around and I could have you booked with grand theft auto."
Ripping herself free of Angelus' grasp, Buffy stomped over to the passenger side of Angelus' car. "Go to Hell," she spat out.
Grinning at sardonically at her, Angelus unlocked the doors. The ride back to the villa was quiet. Buffy got out of the car and went to storm off to her room, when Angelus stopped her, scooping her up in his arms. "Put me down," she demanded, her green eyes flashing dangerously.
Angelus ignored her and sedately walked in the opposite direction of her room. He opened the door and deposited her on a bed. "You will be sleeping with me. I have no desire to have to deal with you trying to run away. Again."
"What?!" Buffy exploded. "I don't think so."
"I do," Angelus said, dangerously getting closer. "Now listen to me, lass. I have had just about enough of your spoiled attitude. You will do as I say. I'm tired. Shut up."
"I am not sleeping in the same bed as you," Buffy petulantly said, crossing her arms in front of her body.
"Fine, sleep on the floor," Angelus sleepily agreed.
Huffing with indignation, Buffy grabbed for a pillow and blanket, only to be stopped by Angelus. "This bedding is worth more than your life. If you want to sleep on the floor, so be it. I will not have you ruin another piece of my property."
Stubbornly, Buffy laid down on the floor, pillowing her head on her arms and fell into an uneasy sleep, waking up periodically from the cold.
Buffy snuggled deeper into the warmth next to her. Wait, warmth? She asked herself, opening her eyes. Somehow, and she seriously hoped that it wasn't by her own will; she had ended up in bed next to Angelus. Next to, was, actually, too loose of a term. She was spooned against Angelus, her back cradled into his front. Struggling to get free from his sleep-heavy limbs, Buffy realized that she couldn't.
"My love, stop moving," Angelus' sleep-laden voice rumbled. Buffy froze. My love? He must still be asleep.
"Angelus," Buffy hissed, still trying to free herself. He muttered in his sleep and tightened his grip on her. Managing to roll over in his arms, Buffy turned to face him, poking Angelus, hard, in the ribs. "Wake up, you big poophead."
Buffy realized that waking Angelus up wasn't the best of ideas. He slowly opened one brown eye, and then the other. "You," he whispered, his voice rough from sleep. Once again, Buffy found herself caught in Angelus' embrace.
She struggled, still trying to free herself. Slowly Buffy realized that the more she struggled, the less she wanted to. She stopped struggling completely and allowed herself to be seduced.
Author: Ashley K.
Disclaimer: I own nothing BTVS or A:tS.
Chapter Two:
The flight into Italy had been terrible. There had been a storm, causing a lot of turbulence. Buffy found that she was unable to sleep at all and was now looking forward to getting to her hotel and sleeping. "Thank you," she graciously said to her driver as he placed her bags in the lobby.
"Ms Summers?" a heavily accented voice called out. Buffy turned and smiled at the middle-aged woman. "Follow me."
Buffy went to grab her suitcases, only to be waved away by the woman. She watched, amused, as the older woman grabbed her suitcases and trudged up the stairs. Buffy looked around; she loved these types of bed and breakfasts.
Before she knew it, Buffy was settled in her room and climbing into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
"Buona mattina, tempo di svegliare." She heard as the last vestiges of sleep left her. Damn, she thought. She hated it when she had a male assistant.
"Buona whatever," Buffy grumpily replied, opening her eyes. She promptly shut them again. "Please tell me that I'm still asleep."
"Buona mattina," Angelus' silky voice corrected. "And, no, you are not still asleep."
Opening her eyes, she glared at her former stepbrother. "What are you doing in my hotel room?"
Chuckling, Angelus sat on the bed next to her. "Ah, lass," he said, "This is my villa in Tuscany."
"And Tristan St. Paul? Just a figment of your imagination?" Buffy spat out, getting out of bed. "I'm leaving, you asshole."
"Ah…I'm sure Rona would not be pleased to receive a call from Mr. St. Paul, telling her of how you decided to skip out of a photo shoot," Angelus called out.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Buffy slowly turned towards Angelus. "You wouldn't," she softly said.
"Yes, I think I would. Your mother and my father need some…time with you out of the picture to reassure one another about their relationship. My father was quite hurt when Joyce almost backed out of their upcoming marriage," Angelus said. "And, Mr. St. Paul is, in fact, an actual person. He, shall we say, owes me a great deal and would, very willingly, manufacture a story for me."
"You asshole," Buffy seethed. Smiling, Angelus got up off her bed and headed out of the room.
"Feel free to use the villa's commodities. I'm going riding," Angelus informed her, softly shutting the door behind him.
Full of impotent rage, Buffy hurled the first object she could grab at the closed door. The pillow made no sound, so Buffy screamed her rage out.
Enjoying a delicious meal out on the patio, Buffy was so absorbed with it she did not notice Angelus' approach. "I didn't think that you would indulge in Maria's cooking," he announced.
"Well, since I don't have an actual shoot," Buffy started, "I figured I could indulge a bit."
Frowing, Angelus pulled something out of his pocket. "For you. They just arrived."
Opening up the black velvet covered box, Buffy bit back a gasp of surprise. An expensive emerald and platinum necklace lay within. Softly touching the gems, Buffy stared at the necklace, a soft smile playing on her features. "I haven't seen this in…forever," she whispered, before remembering who gave them to her. "What is this for?"
"A present, so to speak," Angelus carelessly answered, sitting down next to her and stealing her croissant.
Buffy stared at the jewelry a little longer, lost in memories. The last time she had seen the necklace it had been on her, her first big-time photo shoot. The picture had made the cover of Vogue and it had appeared that she was only wearing the necklace. Angelus had not been in support of Buffy's career choice, flat out telling her that she would never make it in the modeling world, so in a fit of immaturity; Buffy had mailed a copy of the magazine to Angelus. She never received a reply to that piece of mail and had thought that Angelus had thrown it away, a thought further fueled by his lack of response to the cover in general.
The necklace, however, contradicted her original assumption.
"Let me," Angelus said, freeing the necklace from the box and securely fastening it around Buffy's neck.
"No," Buffy protested, too late. "I don't want it."
Amused, Angelus settled back down in his seat. "Cara, your actions suggest otherwise. Are you finished?"
Not answering him, Buffy pushed back her chair, with every intention of locking herself in her room. Angelus grabbed her arm before she could follow through. "Good," he said, leading her in the opposite direction of the villa, "Follow."
Having no choice, Buffy half-ran to keep up with Angelus' pace. "Slow down," she commanded, slightly out of breath. "Where are you taking me?"
"Hush," Angelus said, not slowing down a bit. The further from the villa they walked, the more and more Buffy got lost. Eventually, Buffy had lagged so far behind she couldn't see Angelus anymore.
"Great," Buffy muttered. "This must have been his plan. Get me as lost as possible and leave me out here."
She looked around. Angelus had led her into a hedge maze. "Damn you, Angelus," she shouted. "Where am I?"
Huffing indignantly, Buffy sat down on the grass, staring at the flora around her. It was wildly beautiful, definitely kept up, but only enough so that the entire atmosphere was primal. She smiled at the little rabbit that hopped by, almost laughing at the expression on the creature's face.
"I told you to follow," Angelus said, appearing out of nowhere. "The maze is very difficult. Only I know how to get out of it."
"Gee, that's comforting," Buffy dryly replied. "And I told you to slow down."
Smiling at her, Angelus said nothing and, cautiously wrapped an arm around her. When Buffy didn't protest, he relaxed, pulling her closer to his body. Buffy stiffened, not sure what she was doing or what she could do, choosing instead to relax and enjoy the beauty. "Come on," Angelus said, after a short period, "I have something to show you."
Standing up, Angelus extended a hand for Buffy. Once she was standing, she fully expected him to let go. He didn't.
They walked in a companionable silence for another ten minutes before coming to a halt, obviously in the center of the maze. Buffy held back a gasp. If she had thought the maze itself was beautiful, the center of it was Heaven. "Angel," she said, not catching her use of 'Angel,' rather than 'Angelus,' "This is beautiful!"
Angelus was silent, staring at Buffy quietly. "Yes, it is beautiful," he said, still looking at Buffy. Buffy, noticing something was wrong, looked at him, blushing slightly at the intensity of his stare. "Buffy," he whispered.
"Yes?" she asked, just a softly. Gently, his movements almost frightened, Angelus bent down and kissed her. She moaned against his mouth, reveling in the feeling of coming home. She ignored the little voice in the back of her head, warning her to be careful, that this was the mercurial Angelus, and lost herself in his embrace again.
Her knees gave out and she slowly sank to the ground, Angelus following her lead. Gently, he unbuttoned her shirt, inhaling sharply when her flesh was bared. "If I touch you," he ragged whispered, "do you disappear?"
"Do you?" she asked back, kissing his fingertips.
In response, Angelus gathered her in his arms, kissing her savagely. Suddenly his cell phone rang, startling both of them. "Damnit," he swore against her lips, ignoring the call. The phone range again. "Hello," he bit out, answering the phone, his free hand caressing Buffy's cheek.
"Darla," he greeted and Buffy stiffened in response. "No. No. Darla, good-bye."
Angelus hung up the phone and saw that Buffy had sat up and was in the process of re-buttoning her shirt. "What are you doing?"
"Tell me how to get out of here," Buffy demanded. "I must have been insane. What the hell was I thinking? Why would I…with you?"
Jaw tightening, Angelus stood up and walked into the maze. Buffy ran to catch up, not wanting to get lost again. Neither said anything and, once they returned to the villa, Angelus disappeared.
Buffy slammed her door shut and leaned against it. "What the hell happened?" she asked herself.
Why was Angelus able to bring out feelings in her she thought that she didn't have? Being with him drove her crazy. One minute she hated him, couldn't stand to be around him, and the next? She was all over him and the thought of him being anywhere else killed her.
Buffy remembered Darla. Angelus' best friend with benefits growing up and, apparently, the two had stayed friends through out the years. Darla was everything that Buffy was not. She was sophisticated, rich, experienced, and coldly beautiful. Darla had one of the most successful modeling careers in the world. She was intelligent to top it all off, graduating from Harvard with a degree in Law.
Buffy had not gone to college, too excited to start her career, something that Angelus did not approve of in the least. Many fights had been about Buffy's schooling decision.
Biting back a sob that came from nowhere, Buffy decided that she was going to leave. Screw Rona, screw Angelus! She was not going to be a hostage, especially not Angelus' hostage.
Buffy waited until dark. Then she waited some more, remembering how much of a night-person Angelus was. She was barely containing yawns by the time she decided it was safe, enough, to leave. After a search of her luggage, Buffy had realized that Angelus had taken her passport, but that did not matter. She had other sources of identification, sources that she kept hidden on the off chance that she lost her passport. She would simply go to the embassy and get another one.
She ignored the slight feeling of sadness. As a child she had always wanted to have a fully stamped passport and had almost succeed in doing so with the one Angelus had taken. Buffy tossed aside that feeling. She would simply start over.
Creeping down the stairs, Buffy wondered where Angelus would keep his car keys. She closed her eyes, trying to remember where he would throw them as a teenager. Buffy smiled as she remembered a fight between Giles and Angelus. Giles had complained about the assortment of keys littering the study.
"Now, I just have to find the study," Buffy whispered, turning right, praying that she was headed in the right direction. Three doors later and she was successful. Grabbing the first set of keys, Buffy turned to leave. "Shit," she whispered, remembering the necklace that she still wore. Struggling with the safety catch, Buffy was, almost, tempting just to rip the offending jewelry off of her body. Instead she shrugged and left it be. Once she was home, she would figure out how to get it off and would send it back to Angelus.
Deciding not to risk walking around the villa with her suitcases again, Buffy opened up the window and climbed out of it. Clicking the unlock button on the keyless entry, Buffy waited for the car's headlights to flash. She was not disappointed. "Damnit," she swore, once in the car.
It was a stick shift. Angelus had, somewhat, taught Buffy how to drive one, but she was, in no way, proficient at it. Shrugging, Buffy starting the car and slowly drove down the driveway.
Laughing with glee, Buffy noted that she was about fifteen minutes away from Angelus'. Fifteen minutes closer to being home. The sirens were not expected.
"Miss, step out of the car," the Italian police officer demanded, first in Italian, then in broken English at her confused look.
Miserable, Buffy sat on the cell's bed, only to think about the unsavory characters she had seen on her way in. She quickly stood up. Damn Angelus and damn the Italian legal system!
"Miss Summers?" Buffy looked up and saw a police officer unlocking her cell. She had been there for a good three hours and was infinitely tired. "Somebody's here to pick you up," he said, his English much better than the first officer she encountered.
With an ominous feeling, Buffy left the cell, briefly wondering if another couple days in jail were better than another couple days with Angelus. No, she thought, at least at Angelus' I can trust that the sheets have been washed sometime this decade.
Nodding his good-bye to the officers, Angelus led Buffy out of the jail. "What were you thinking, you little twit?!" Angelus harshly whispered in her ear. "Not only did you set off my home security alarm, but you ruined my transmission!"
"Boo-hoo," Buffy threw out, "Maybe you should have held me prisoner!"
Smirking slightly, Angelus leaned over and whispered in Buffy's ear, "I wasn't holding you prisoner…but if you really want, we could turn around and I could have you booked with grand theft auto."
Ripping herself free of Angelus' grasp, Buffy stomped over to the passenger side of Angelus' car. "Go to Hell," she spat out.
Grinning at sardonically at her, Angelus unlocked the doors. The ride back to the villa was quiet. Buffy got out of the car and went to storm off to her room, when Angelus stopped her, scooping her up in his arms. "Put me down," she demanded, her green eyes flashing dangerously.
Angelus ignored her and sedately walked in the opposite direction of her room. He opened the door and deposited her on a bed. "You will be sleeping with me. I have no desire to have to deal with you trying to run away. Again."
"What?!" Buffy exploded. "I don't think so."
"I do," Angelus said, dangerously getting closer. "Now listen to me, lass. I have had just about enough of your spoiled attitude. You will do as I say. I'm tired. Shut up."
"I am not sleeping in the same bed as you," Buffy petulantly said, crossing her arms in front of her body.
"Fine, sleep on the floor," Angelus sleepily agreed.
Huffing with indignation, Buffy grabbed for a pillow and blanket, only to be stopped by Angelus. "This bedding is worth more than your life. If you want to sleep on the floor, so be it. I will not have you ruin another piece of my property."
Stubbornly, Buffy laid down on the floor, pillowing her head on her arms and fell into an uneasy sleep, waking up periodically from the cold.
Buffy snuggled deeper into the warmth next to her. Wait, warmth? She asked herself, opening her eyes. Somehow, and she seriously hoped that it wasn't by her own will; she had ended up in bed next to Angelus. Next to, was, actually, too loose of a term. She was spooned against Angelus, her back cradled into his front. Struggling to get free from his sleep-heavy limbs, Buffy realized that she couldn't.
"My love, stop moving," Angelus' sleep-laden voice rumbled. Buffy froze. My love? He must still be asleep.
"Angelus," Buffy hissed, still trying to free herself. He muttered in his sleep and tightened his grip on her. Managing to roll over in his arms, Buffy turned to face him, poking Angelus, hard, in the ribs. "Wake up, you big poophead."
Buffy realized that waking Angelus up wasn't the best of ideas. He slowly opened one brown eye, and then the other. "You," he whispered, his voice rough from sleep. Once again, Buffy found herself caught in Angelus' embrace.
She struggled, still trying to free herself. Slowly Buffy realized that the more she struggled, the less she wanted to. She stopped struggling completely and allowed herself to be seduced.