A New Home, A New Beginning pt. 2
Three Days Later
After they had finished with the kitchen, living room, and bathrooms, it was time to paint the bedrooms. The furniture, although already paid for, was on stand by, until the whole condo was finished. In the mean time, the five of them slept in the living room.
All dressed in old clothes, each couple painted their bedrooms. Seeing as Buffy was single, Angel volunteered to help her in her room. Allowing him to join her, she opened a can of paint and got right to work.
By the time they had finished the first coat, Angel was bored. Picking up his paint brush, he crept up behind her. Catching her by surprise, he slid the brush onto her cheek, laughing as she screamed.
"What the hell, Angel?" "I thought I'd liven up things a bit. It was getting to quiet." Glaring at him, she dipped her roller, and painted the entire front of his black shirt. "Oops, my bad. I didn't mean to do that." "You're gonna get it little girl," he said, with a hint of laughter in his voice. "Bring it on, old man."
Chasing each other around the room, they continued to get paint all over each other. When she wasn't looking, he grabbed her, pulling her flushed against him. Turning around, she found her face barely an inch away from his face.
Not wanting to let the opportunity to pass him by, Angel kissed her, gently at first. As the kiss deepened, she found herself beneath him, on the floor. Eventually, she broke the kiss, when she needed to breath.
"Well, I see you two are getting along," Cordelia said, a smirk on her face. Getting up, Buffy said, "We just finished with the first coat." "Sure, Buffy. I'll let you get back to your 'painting'."
Once she was gone, Angel pulled her into his arms again. "We really should get back to work, Angel." "I know, but I can't seem to let go of you." "I'll tell you what. You help me finish painting, then I'll let you take me out to dinner tonight." "It's a deal." "Great. Let's get to work."
Three Days Later
After they had finished with the kitchen, living room, and bathrooms, it was time to paint the bedrooms. The furniture, although already paid for, was on stand by, until the whole condo was finished. In the mean time, the five of them slept in the living room.
All dressed in old clothes, each couple painted their bedrooms. Seeing as Buffy was single, Angel volunteered to help her in her room. Allowing him to join her, she opened a can of paint and got right to work.
By the time they had finished the first coat, Angel was bored. Picking up his paint brush, he crept up behind her. Catching her by surprise, he slid the brush onto her cheek, laughing as she screamed.
"What the hell, Angel?" "I thought I'd liven up things a bit. It was getting to quiet." Glaring at him, she dipped her roller, and painted the entire front of his black shirt. "Oops, my bad. I didn't mean to do that." "You're gonna get it little girl," he said, with a hint of laughter in his voice. "Bring it on, old man."
Chasing each other around the room, they continued to get paint all over each other. When she wasn't looking, he grabbed her, pulling her flushed against him. Turning around, she found her face barely an inch away from his face.
Not wanting to let the opportunity to pass him by, Angel kissed her, gently at first. As the kiss deepened, she found herself beneath him, on the floor. Eventually, she broke the kiss, when she needed to breath.
"Well, I see you two are getting along," Cordelia said, a smirk on her face. Getting up, Buffy said, "We just finished with the first coat." "Sure, Buffy. I'll let you get back to your 'painting'."
Once she was gone, Angel pulled her into his arms again. "We really should get back to work, Angel." "I know, but I can't seem to let go of you." "I'll tell you what. You help me finish painting, then I'll let you take me out to dinner tonight." "It's a deal." "Great. Let's get to work."