A/N Its short, but I havent updated this in a while, and I figured I should, even if it is short.
Disclaimer: lalalalalala Oh, um... It's all Joss's fault Buffy exists, not mine...
Summary: Buffy and Angel are dating, everything is perfect... until their parents become engaged, but will even this be enough to break the couple up?
Parent Problems: Chapter 3
Angel yawns and opens his eyes, immediately looking down at Buffy, who was asleep in his arms. He smiles as she snuggles closer to him, and smiles in her sleep. It was almost if she knew he was watching her.
He kisses her forehead, and then moves away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and standing up. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the sleepy feeling that made him want to lie back down again. Not that lying back down with Buffy was a bad thing... Walking into the bathroom, he sighs, and grabs his toothbrush, deciding to get ready for what ever today was going to bring.
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Buffy groans and turns over, opening her eyes. At first she forgot where she was, then the memories of he night before flood her brain, and she remembers, smiling to herself. She yawns, and looks behind her.
"Angel...?" she calls softly, wondering where he'd gotten too.
"I'm in the bathroom," he says, sticking his head into the doorway, toothbrush still in his mouth.
She smiles and stands up, walking over to him, "How come you didn't wake me up?"
"I didn't want to, you looked like you were enjoying yourself..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing..." he says, returning to his position in front of the sink, then he finishes brushing his teeth.
"Ew... did you have to spit?"
"Well, what did you want me to do, swallow?"
"No... but... oh never mind, give me that toothpaste." She grabs the toothpaste tube from his hand, and her toothbrush from a little bag on the counter.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He asks, waiting for her to finish brushing her teeth so that he could use the bathroom mirror.
"I think you said something about us being able to go swimming last night..."
"I did, why, do you want to go swimming?" he asks, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Yeah, it might be fun..." she replies, leaning against him.
Angel smiles as Buffy closes her eyes, and rests his chin on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and glances at him, "But I think this is just as fun as that, maybe more."
"Uh-huh." Angel replies absentmindedly staring at their reflection in the mirror.
Buffy sighs and closes her eyes once more, enjoying the feelings she got whenever she was around Angel. Whenever they touched, it was like Magick. It was exciting, yet claming at the same time. She really couldn't describe it, and trying to made her head spin.
Angel felt the same way; he could hold her and literally forget what ever he had been thinking about. Anything, whether it be good or bad, all he could think about was her, and how much he loved her.
"Are we going to move?" He asks, looking down at her.
She didn't open her eyes as she spoke, "Not yet, I'm comfy," she says, then adds as an after thought, "How come you so comfy, you're like a couch or something...."
Angel laughs in response, "You tell me."
"Is it 'cause you're warm and cozy, and lovable?" She asks, opening her eyes and turning around in his arms.
"Could be."
She smiles, and leans up to kiss him softly. The soft kiss turned passionate, until Buffy pulled back, panting a little.
"I sort of forgot I had to breathe." She says, and he smiles at her.
"Sort of?"
"Yeah. Now c'mon. I want to go swimming." She says, pulling him by the shirt to the door.
"What happened to being comfy, and don't you want your bathing suit?" he asks, not allowing her to pull him any further out of the bathroom.
"Um.... yeah, that. I'll change in your room, and then I'll get comfy again down at the pool." She thinks about what she had said for a second then looks at him again, and sees him blink, questioning her phrasing. "You know what I mean!" she says, looking indignant, shutting the bathroom door, and retreating into his room.
She grabs her duffel bag, and opens it, pulling out the bathing suit she found in there. Of course.... He picks out my clothes, and gets the bikini, how typical.... She thinks, taking the light blue two-piece bathing suit and looking at it. She sighs, and opens the door to his room, walking down the hallway looking for another bathroom. Not that she didn't trust Angel, it was just his timing was always off when she tried to change in a room that had no lock.
She laughs at a memory she had of around the end of the first month they had been dating. She had been changing in his room, while he used the bathroom, and he had opened the door and come in before she had finished. It had been quite awkward for a while after that, but they had gotten over it soon enough.
Buffy opens the door to the bathroom down the hall, and enters, closing and locking it behind her. She had so many memories of him just walking in on her when she was changing, that she didn't fell like chancing it, even if he thought she was in his room.
Pulling off her shirt and bra, she loops the halter-top bikini top on and ties it around the back of her neck. Then ties the bottom strings, making sure the top wouldn't fall off. She pulls off the rest of her clothes and pulls on the bikini bottom, tying both sides tightly with double knots.
She picks up her clothes and glances in the mirror once before walking back down the hall and into Angel's room. Much not to her surprise, he's there, in his cargo shorts bathing suit, digging through his closet for the towels.
He turns around, and smirks when he sees her, "Knew I'd like you in that one...." He says, draping two towels over his shoulders.
She pouts, "So what, you didn't like me before?" she asks, looking at the floor, showing false sadness.
He walks over to her, and pulls her head up to make sure she looks at him, almost laughing at how cute she looked when she pouted. "I've liked you since the first day we met Buffy." He says, kissing her lightly.
She looks at him as he pulls away, "Only liked?" she asks, knowing he knew she was joking.
"Ok. I've loved you since the first day we met Buffy." He says, "That better?"
"I guess so." She says, turning from him, and walking back out into the hall.
He raises an eyebrow and follows her, looping his arm around her waist, stopping her and turning her around, "You guess so...?" he asks.
"Yeah, got a problem with that?" she asks, smirking at him.
He rolls his eyes, "No. Not at all."
"Then let's get outside!" she says, smiling, pulling away from him, and jogging downstairs, Angel following at her heels.
Disclaimer: lalalalalala Oh, um... It's all Joss's fault Buffy exists, not mine...
Summary: Buffy and Angel are dating, everything is perfect... until their parents become engaged, but will even this be enough to break the couple up?
Parent Problems: Chapter 3
Angel yawns and opens his eyes, immediately looking down at Buffy, who was asleep in his arms. He smiles as she snuggles closer to him, and smiles in her sleep. It was almost if she knew he was watching her.
He kisses her forehead, and then moves away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and standing up. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the sleepy feeling that made him want to lie back down again. Not that lying back down with Buffy was a bad thing... Walking into the bathroom, he sighs, and grabs his toothbrush, deciding to get ready for what ever today was going to bring.
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Buffy groans and turns over, opening her eyes. At first she forgot where she was, then the memories of he night before flood her brain, and she remembers, smiling to herself. She yawns, and looks behind her.
"Angel...?" she calls softly, wondering where he'd gotten too.
"I'm in the bathroom," he says, sticking his head into the doorway, toothbrush still in his mouth.
She smiles and stands up, walking over to him, "How come you didn't wake me up?"
"I didn't want to, you looked like you were enjoying yourself..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing..." he says, returning to his position in front of the sink, then he finishes brushing his teeth.
"Ew... did you have to spit?"
"Well, what did you want me to do, swallow?"
"No... but... oh never mind, give me that toothpaste." She grabs the toothpaste tube from his hand, and her toothbrush from a little bag on the counter.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He asks, waiting for her to finish brushing her teeth so that he could use the bathroom mirror.
"I think you said something about us being able to go swimming last night..."
"I did, why, do you want to go swimming?" he asks, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Yeah, it might be fun..." she replies, leaning against him.
Angel smiles as Buffy closes her eyes, and rests his chin on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and glances at him, "But I think this is just as fun as that, maybe more."
"Uh-huh." Angel replies absentmindedly staring at their reflection in the mirror.
Buffy sighs and closes her eyes once more, enjoying the feelings she got whenever she was around Angel. Whenever they touched, it was like Magick. It was exciting, yet claming at the same time. She really couldn't describe it, and trying to made her head spin.
Angel felt the same way; he could hold her and literally forget what ever he had been thinking about. Anything, whether it be good or bad, all he could think about was her, and how much he loved her.
"Are we going to move?" He asks, looking down at her.
She didn't open her eyes as she spoke, "Not yet, I'm comfy," she says, then adds as an after thought, "How come you so comfy, you're like a couch or something...."
Angel laughs in response, "You tell me."
"Is it 'cause you're warm and cozy, and lovable?" She asks, opening her eyes and turning around in his arms.
"Could be."
She smiles, and leans up to kiss him softly. The soft kiss turned passionate, until Buffy pulled back, panting a little.
"I sort of forgot I had to breathe." She says, and he smiles at her.
"Sort of?"
"Yeah. Now c'mon. I want to go swimming." She says, pulling him by the shirt to the door.
"What happened to being comfy, and don't you want your bathing suit?" he asks, not allowing her to pull him any further out of the bathroom.
"Um.... yeah, that. I'll change in your room, and then I'll get comfy again down at the pool." She thinks about what she had said for a second then looks at him again, and sees him blink, questioning her phrasing. "You know what I mean!" she says, looking indignant, shutting the bathroom door, and retreating into his room.
She grabs her duffel bag, and opens it, pulling out the bathing suit she found in there. Of course.... He picks out my clothes, and gets the bikini, how typical.... She thinks, taking the light blue two-piece bathing suit and looking at it. She sighs, and opens the door to his room, walking down the hallway looking for another bathroom. Not that she didn't trust Angel, it was just his timing was always off when she tried to change in a room that had no lock.
She laughs at a memory she had of around the end of the first month they had been dating. She had been changing in his room, while he used the bathroom, and he had opened the door and come in before she had finished. It had been quite awkward for a while after that, but they had gotten over it soon enough.
Buffy opens the door to the bathroom down the hall, and enters, closing and locking it behind her. She had so many memories of him just walking in on her when she was changing, that she didn't fell like chancing it, even if he thought she was in his room.
Pulling off her shirt and bra, she loops the halter-top bikini top on and ties it around the back of her neck. Then ties the bottom strings, making sure the top wouldn't fall off. She pulls off the rest of her clothes and pulls on the bikini bottom, tying both sides tightly with double knots.
She picks up her clothes and glances in the mirror once before walking back down the hall and into Angel's room. Much not to her surprise, he's there, in his cargo shorts bathing suit, digging through his closet for the towels.
He turns around, and smirks when he sees her, "Knew I'd like you in that one...." He says, draping two towels over his shoulders.
She pouts, "So what, you didn't like me before?" she asks, looking at the floor, showing false sadness.
He walks over to her, and pulls her head up to make sure she looks at him, almost laughing at how cute she looked when she pouted. "I've liked you since the first day we met Buffy." He says, kissing her lightly.
She looks at him as he pulls away, "Only liked?" she asks, knowing he knew she was joking.
"Ok. I've loved you since the first day we met Buffy." He says, "That better?"
"I guess so." She says, turning from him, and walking back out into the hall.
He raises an eyebrow and follows her, looping his arm around her waist, stopping her and turning her around, "You guess so...?" he asks.
"Yeah, got a problem with that?" she asks, smirking at him.
He rolls his eyes, "No. Not at all."
"Then let's get outside!" she says, smiling, pulling away from him, and jogging downstairs, Angel following at her heels.