Eight Months Later
After two months of mandatory marriage council sessions, both deciding that they should simply be parents, Darla and Angel finally divorced. Now 6 months later, Lindsey and Darla had moved to San Francisco, while Angel was finally free to pursue Buffy. Heading to the Bronze, knowing she would be working tonight, he left, taking his family and friends with him for moral support.
Half an hour later
Seeing Buffy there, so sexy, all he wanted to do was have his way with her on the dance floor. But wanting to be a gentleman, he knew he had to wait until she was ready. Going to the bar, he went to order their drinks.
Hairs raising on her arms, she looked up, smiling when she saw Angel. "Hello beautiful, 4 beers and a pitcher of iced water please." "Sure. How's Cordy doing?" "She's fine. But being 2 months pregnant, she's nauseous all the time." "I can imagine." Handing the drinks to Angel, she said, "Tell Cordy the water is on the house." "Ok. When's your next break?" "In an hour. Why?" "Would you consider dancing with me?" "Sure." "Great."
Angel had plenty of offers with in the next hour, but he couldn't bring himself to dance with any other woman that wasn't Buffy. While Cordy and Wes, and Fred and Gunn danced, he sat by himself, staring longingly at Buffy. Seeing her take off her apron, he smiled, watching her come towards him. Dressed in black leather shorts and a burgundy midriff tube top, she was sex personified, and he was lucky that he would be the one to get to dance with her,
Placing her hand in his, she led him to the dance floor, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he did so around her waist. "Angel, you should know that I've been with a lot of men, as well as some boys. But ever since I came back to Sunnydale, I abstained willingly and wholeheartedly. You're the only man for me Lian Angel Rourke, and you always will be."
Not being able to resist, he cupped her chin, raising it so that he could kiss her. As the kiss deepened, he pulled her flushed up against him, moaning as she pulled away. "You should also know that I've never been pregnant, or married, and I don't have a single STD." "That's good to know. I completely healthy too." "I noticed," she said, feeling his erection come to attention.
Smiling down at her, he kissed her again, holding her tighter. Breaking the kiss, he said, "Let me make love to you, Buffy, tonight." "No, Angel. It's too soon for us to be together." Sighing, he said, "I know that you're right, but I want you so much." "Well, my love, I wouldn't want you to suffer, so I have an idea." "Tell me, please." "I'll take you home with me tonight, but we won't make love. As long as we're both still wearing our undergarments, we can do anything, except the actual event itself." "Could you honestly be in your bed with me, practically naked, and not make love fully?" "Yes, most definitely. After a month of this, we will make love, but not a moment before. Do you think you can wait 30 days?" "30 days. Sounds like an eternity." Easing her hands into the back pockets of his black jeans, she whispered in his ear, "Waiting makes you stronger, lover," huskily, nibbling on his earlobe.
From across the room, Cordelia and Fred smiled, clinking their glasses. Even though he had been married and had 2 beautiful children, he was finally going to be happy. After 8 months of getting to know Buffy, they both decided that if she made him happy, they would no longer stand in their way...so long as she continued to do so.
The alarm going off on her watch, she groaned, pulling away from the perfect yum that was his lips. "I have to go back to work, love. Will you still be here at 2:30 am?" "Of course." "Good." Unable to resist one more taste of him, she kissed him, patting him on the butt as she walked away.
Joining his family, he said, "I'm gonna go home for a while. I'll be back at 1:30 am." "It's only 10:00 pm, Angel, stay for a while," Fred said. "I know. I need to gain my strength," he said, slipping on his jacket, leaving the club.
Seeing Angel leave, her face fell. He obviously couldn't wait a month, let alone 4 hours. The thought of him going back to Darla, or even worse, picking up some unknown girl, made her sick to her stomach. Breathing deeply, she stood tall, continuing to serve the various customers.