It had been two years since the Hellmouth closed, Angel became human, and they had reunited. During that time, they had created a Slayer school in the Hyperion. When a Slayer was activated at age 14, they brought them to L.A. where they attended the school. Willow, Robin, and Giles had developed a curriculum; They taught academic subjects as well as demonology and research methods. Buffy and Faith trained the girls in physical and armed combat. The program was designed so that when they graduated at 18, the Slayers would pair off and move away. It had been running smoothly for awhile, funded largely by a charitable donation from Wolfram and Hart which Angel and his team had largely managed to turn around into a decent organization.
"Hey baby." He headed over to his desk to put down the files he was carrying and took a seat in his comfortable black leather chair. She rose from the couch and hopped up to perch on the corner of the oak surface. "How was your day?"
"Good. Kristen's really picking up the quarterstaff quickly," she told him, referring to the new girl who had just been called in the last month. "But my day will be a lot better once you kiss me hello." He grinned, stood up out of his chair to slide between her legs, and bent his head to hers. Their lips met sweetly as Angel's hands came up to grip her hips and drag her closer.
"Better?"
"Almost." She smiled and pulled him back for another kiss. It escalated quickly, as their kisses tended to do. She nibbled at his lower lip before sliding her tongue sensually along his. He made a rumbling noise deep in his chest and bent them, so she was trapped, flat on her back, beneath him on the desk. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, holding him close as they devoured each other's mouths.
"Angel?" The intercom buzzed, rudely interrupting them.
"What?" he barked.
"Wesley's here to see you."
"Tell him to go away," he grumbled before reattaching himself to Buffy's lips.
"He says it's important," Anya told him over the intercom.
"Fine, let him in," he sighed. Buffy and Angel unwrapped themselves from each other as Wesley entered the office. Noticing their rumpled clothing, he blushed, realizing what he had interrupted. Buffy smirked inwardly at his uncomfortableness; she would have thought he would have gotten over it, seeing how many times he had caught them around the Hyperion and the office. She ran her hands through her hair, the diamond engagement ring on her finger glinting in the sunlight coming from the window. "What's so important, Wes?" Angel asked, obviously grumpy at being interrupted.
"The Rome office called and wants our help with a case. I want to go over it with you to make sure everything is on the up and up."
"And we need to do this now?"
"They say it's urgent. They want us to get back to them by tomorrow."
"I'll let you two boys get back to work." She gave Angel a peck on the lips. "I'll see you at home."
Angel climbed up the stairs of the Hyperion, wearily loosening his tie. It was after one in the morning when he and Wesley had finished reviewing all the paper work faxed over by the Rome office. While the L.A. office of Wolfram and Hart only dealt with people and demons of the non-evil variety, the other branches were not as virtuous so every time Angel worked with one of them, he wanted to make sure he wasn't inadvertently helping the wrong side.
He entered his bedroom to find Buffy asleep in their bed, wearing one of his maroon silk shirts that she had long ago commandeered as her pajamas. He stripped down to his boxers before heading into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He tried to be quiet when he climbed into bed, but Buffy stirred anyway. She lifted her head off the pillow slightly.
"Hi," she said groggily.
"Sorry to wake you," he whispered.
"You didn't. I don't sleep well when you're not here," she said, cuddling close to him. "I'm glad you're home."
"I'm glad I'm home too," he told he and he didn't just mean back at the Hyperion. His home was here with Buffy, in his arms.
THE END.