The Bronze was full of teenagers when Buffy stepped inside. The live band was playing music loudly, and there was a sea of people dancing by the stage. She had been in clubs before, but nothing like this. It wasn't too big, but it had that feeling.
"There's the gang," Angel said, taking Buffy's hand and leading her through the people to a table near the back.
He sat down in between Spike and Willow, and Buffy took a free seat beside Tara. She looked over and smiled at the girl. The relationship between the two had at first shocked Buffy, she didn't expect Willow to be a lesbian. But, the more she thought about it, and the more she saw them together, it made her see that love sees no boundaries.
"Buffy, how was Angel? Did he behave?" Willow asked.
"Yes, he was quite the gentleman," Buffy said, smiling over at him. "We're missing some people here..."
"Yeah, Xander, Anya, Fred, Wes and Faith are over dancing. Me and Tara were actually on our way over..." Willow said, standing. "You can come too."
"No thanks," Buffy said. "I'm going to sit this one out."
Willow smiled, before grabbing Tara's hand and walking away. Buffy looked back at the people who still sat with her. Spike, Doyle, Angel and Drusilla. She felt awkward around them, she didn't know them as well as she knew Willow.
"So, how is everyone?" she asked, breaking the silence.
The four friends looked up at her, but stayed silent.
"Ok... Well, that's great..." she said, standing. "I'm going to just... Go get a drink. Anyone want anything?"
Silence.
"Ok. I'll... Be back," she said, quickly hurrying off toward the bar area. She looked down at her hand which had a perfectly visible stamp on it, allowing her to get anything but alcohol. "Not that I like that stuff anyway..."
"What can I get for you?" the man behind the counter asked.
"Umm... I'll take a coke, thanks," Buffy said, sitting down on one of the stools.
She put some money down on the counter, and played with the straw when he handed her her drink. She looked over to the stool next to her when she felt someone's presence.
"Angel, what are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be with your friends? You know, the exciting people," she said.
"They left me," he said, shrugging.
"Oh." She looked down at her drink, then over her shoulder towards the stage, before back at Angel. "Want to dance?"
"I... Don't dance," he said.
"Don't dance?" she asked. "What kind of person are you?"
"The kind that prefers not to be embarrassed."
"C'mon... Being embarrassed is what makes life so great," she said, standing. "This is coming from a girl who has past experiences with embarrassment. And see, I lived to tell."
He smiled, and hesitated a minute. "Think you can teach me?"
"Tough mission, but I think if we work together, we just might be able to make a good dancer out of you," she said, taking his hand.
She led him over to where the people were dancing, the crowd consisting of mainly their friends. She was about to start dancing, when the song ended, and a new one came on. A slow one.
She awkwardly moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sure you know how to slow dance," she whispered. "All you do is sway."
He laughed. "Trust me, even I can mess up slow dancing."
"Well, you just... Put your hands here," she said, moving his hands to her hips. "And I put mine here. And then we just slowly... Ow."
"Sorry," he said, looking down at his feet.
"It's ok. I've been tramped on before. It's part of the learning..." she said, smiling. "I'm tough."
"That's an interesting way to think of yourself."
"How do you think of me?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.
"Um, well... I think of you as a... Porclein (?) doll. Delicate, and so beautiful," he said.
She tried to speak, but her words were caught in her throat. "That's um... A very nice thing to say."
"I'm only speaking the truth."
Wow. Is it possible for him to get any more perfect? she thought.
"Well then, I like the truth," she said, resting her head back on his shoulder.
The song ended, and Buffy pulled away slightly, still in his arms. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Kiss me.
As if on cue, his head leaned down towards hers. She closed her eyes, waiting for the moment. His lips met hers in a soft kiss, and she could feel her knees weakening. No kiss had ever made her feel that way before.
Her hands played with the hairs on the back of his neck, as his tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"Ahem."
They pulled apart, and Buffy looked over to see the person who had interrupted their perfect kiss. Willow stood there, a smile on her face.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said. "But, we're leaving."
Buffy looked up at Angel, and blushed. She looked back at Willow, who was watching contently.
"But if you two are..."
"No, we're coming," Angel said.
"Ok. The guys are outside," she said. "Take your time."
She walked away, and Buffy looked back at Angel, then down to her feet. "Um..." she said.
"We're probably going back to Xander's basement," he said, as the two started to walk outside.
She nodded. "Sounds fun."
"Well, it's no mansion, but it suits us fine."
"Who needs a mansion when you've got a basement full of friends?"
"You have a good head on your shoulders Buffy," he said. "I like that."
She smiled, but didn't say anything. Her heart was beating fast, and she thought she was going to faint when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers.
This is so perfect, they both thought, smiling.
"There's the gang," Angel said, taking Buffy's hand and leading her through the people to a table near the back.
He sat down in between Spike and Willow, and Buffy took a free seat beside Tara. She looked over and smiled at the girl. The relationship between the two had at first shocked Buffy, she didn't expect Willow to be a lesbian. But, the more she thought about it, and the more she saw them together, it made her see that love sees no boundaries.
"Buffy, how was Angel? Did he behave?" Willow asked.
"Yes, he was quite the gentleman," Buffy said, smiling over at him. "We're missing some people here..."
"Yeah, Xander, Anya, Fred, Wes and Faith are over dancing. Me and Tara were actually on our way over..." Willow said, standing. "You can come too."
"No thanks," Buffy said. "I'm going to sit this one out."
Willow smiled, before grabbing Tara's hand and walking away. Buffy looked back at the people who still sat with her. Spike, Doyle, Angel and Drusilla. She felt awkward around them, she didn't know them as well as she knew Willow.
"So, how is everyone?" she asked, breaking the silence.
The four friends looked up at her, but stayed silent.
"Ok... Well, that's great..." she said, standing. "I'm going to just... Go get a drink. Anyone want anything?"
Silence.
"Ok. I'll... Be back," she said, quickly hurrying off toward the bar area. She looked down at her hand which had a perfectly visible stamp on it, allowing her to get anything but alcohol. "Not that I like that stuff anyway..."
"What can I get for you?" the man behind the counter asked.
"Umm... I'll take a coke, thanks," Buffy said, sitting down on one of the stools.
She put some money down on the counter, and played with the straw when he handed her her drink. She looked over to the stool next to her when she felt someone's presence.
"Angel, what are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be with your friends? You know, the exciting people," she said.
"They left me," he said, shrugging.
"Oh." She looked down at her drink, then over her shoulder towards the stage, before back at Angel. "Want to dance?"
"I... Don't dance," he said.
"Don't dance?" she asked. "What kind of person are you?"
"The kind that prefers not to be embarrassed."
"C'mon... Being embarrassed is what makes life so great," she said, standing. "This is coming from a girl who has past experiences with embarrassment. And see, I lived to tell."
He smiled, and hesitated a minute. "Think you can teach me?"
"Tough mission, but I think if we work together, we just might be able to make a good dancer out of you," she said, taking his hand.
She led him over to where the people were dancing, the crowd consisting of mainly their friends. She was about to start dancing, when the song ended, and a new one came on. A slow one.
She awkwardly moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sure you know how to slow dance," she whispered. "All you do is sway."
He laughed. "Trust me, even I can mess up slow dancing."
"Well, you just... Put your hands here," she said, moving his hands to her hips. "And I put mine here. And then we just slowly... Ow."
"Sorry," he said, looking down at his feet.
"It's ok. I've been tramped on before. It's part of the learning..." she said, smiling. "I'm tough."
"That's an interesting way to think of yourself."
"How do you think of me?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.
"Um, well... I think of you as a... Porclein (?) doll. Delicate, and so beautiful," he said.
She tried to speak, but her words were caught in her throat. "That's um... A very nice thing to say."
"I'm only speaking the truth."
Wow. Is it possible for him to get any more perfect? she thought.
"Well then, I like the truth," she said, resting her head back on his shoulder.
The song ended, and Buffy pulled away slightly, still in his arms. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Kiss me.
As if on cue, his head leaned down towards hers. She closed her eyes, waiting for the moment. His lips met hers in a soft kiss, and she could feel her knees weakening. No kiss had ever made her feel that way before.
Her hands played with the hairs on the back of his neck, as his tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"Ahem."
They pulled apart, and Buffy looked over to see the person who had interrupted their perfect kiss. Willow stood there, a smile on her face.
"Sorry to interrupt," she said. "But, we're leaving."
Buffy looked up at Angel, and blushed. She looked back at Willow, who was watching contently.
"But if you two are..."
"No, we're coming," Angel said.
"Ok. The guys are outside," she said. "Take your time."
She walked away, and Buffy looked back at Angel, then down to her feet. "Um..." she said.
"We're probably going back to Xander's basement," he said, as the two started to walk outside.
She nodded. "Sounds fun."
"Well, it's no mansion, but it suits us fine."
"Who needs a mansion when you've got a basement full of friends?"
"You have a good head on your shoulders Buffy," he said. "I like that."
She smiled, but didn't say anything. Her heart was beating fast, and she thought she was going to faint when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers.
This is so perfect, they both thought, smiling.
