Ok. I know there isn't much, if any, action and stuff in this chapter. It's mostly just bangel fluffy-like stuff. But, that's because the next chapter is all drama and stuff. So, yuuuup.
Thank you Faith04, Rebecca, ManniElf18, Um..James Lee, and N170017. I'm glad you guys like my story. I really appreciate the feedback. =D And all questions will be answered in time, and if not... They shall be answered anyway.
A few days passed, and Buffy sat at the Bronze, happiness written all over her face. Things may have not been going well at home, but when she was with Angel, none of that mattered.
"Angel, dance with me. You promised me," Buffy said, pouting.
"One dance," he said, taking her hand.
She followed him over by the stage, and glanced back at her friends sitting around the table. Her life was going well, and she didn't want anything to change. If it stayed just like that, she'd be the happiest girl in the world.
"Buffy?" Angel whispered into her ear.
"Yeah?"
"I love you," he said, almost too quietly for her to hear.
She was a little bit stunned by his words, and found herself at a loss of words. Did she tell him she loved him back? Did she love him back?
Just speak how you feel, she thought.
Her grip around his neck tightened and she kissed his cheek. "I love you too."
The two smiled, and pulled each other closer. Buffy hadn't felt like that in... Well, ever. She'd never been in love. At least not love as true as what they had.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Angel asked, and Buffy just nodded.
The door to Buffy's apartment opened, and Buffy slipped inside, Angel following behind her. She closed the door and walked forward a bit, turning to face him.
"So... Um... Do you want anything?" she asked, throwing her jacket onto the sofa and walking into the kitchen.
He didn't respond, but wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly.
"Besides you?"
She smiled and tilted her head to stare up at him. "This is unreal."
"What is? Being in love? Or being in love with me?"
"You're the only one I've ever felt this way for," she said. "You're the only one I can see myself loving like this."
He leaned down and kissed her lips gently. She brought her hand up to his head, turning in his grip.
"Mm," she said, pulling back. "I don't want to... I mean, I'm not ready to... I'm not a slut Angel."
"Have I ever forced you to do something you didn't want to do?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Why would I start now?"
Buffy sighed and smiled up at him.
"Why don't you make some popcorn, while I run over to my apartment and grab a movie? I don't have many, but I have a few," he said, still holding her.
She nodded. "Ok. But... I may need my hands, as well as my whole body to do so."
He looked down, then back up at her. He stepped back, letting her go. He wasn't even two feet away from her, and already she was missing him.
"Hurry back," she said as he turned to leave.
I know that wasn't much bangely lovin'. But, you know... Got to make with the trauma now. So, read on.....
