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A/N: Thanks everyone who's reviewed! I'm sorry it took so long to update- this was very difficult to write as I had to try and fit with the ratings. If you think this fic goes too far, please let me know and I'll change it!

To everyone who reviewed- thanks so much! I'm sorry I haven't replied personally, but I've been very busy - I'll try and get back to you as soon as I can.

WARNING: This chapter features something that may be taken as semi-non consensual sex. Technically, Angel thinks he's dreaming throughout most of this. This isn't intended to imply anything bad happens here, but please don't be offended!


Angel spent the next week and a half drifting in and out of consciousness. When awake, he was lucid and had many short, flirtatious conversations with Buffy. However, due to the damage to his head, he spent large parts of his time asleep, and Buffy found herself sitting by his bed on more than one occasion watching him as he slept. She found herself strangely drawn to him, despite her usual wariness with men. Something about Angel seemed… different.

'I just don't know what it is,' Buffy mused while watching Angel sleep one night. It was her turn for the night shift, and she was revelling in the peace that prevailed upon the normally busy ward. The only other person in was the ward sister, and she would often trust Buffy to the rounds. 'I feel so right with him. I never thought I'd get along this well with a man – but he seems so kind, and nice. He'd make such a good daddy – he gets along really well with the kids on the ward. I just… No. Don't be stupid Buffy. Nurse, patient, remember. He's just so fine though…'

Buffy was suddenly jolted from her musing by the sound coming from Angel's vicinity. He was moving about on the bed, and appeared to be in pain. "Angel? It's okay, ya hear? What's wrong? Another nightmare?" As Buffy moved to comfort him, a hand suddenly gripped her arm. Trying to break free, she was pulled violently towards him and ended up sprawled across his lap. Standing, Buffy found herself held against Angel in an iron grip. Surprisingly, it wasn't painful. In fact, he seemed to be…smiling? Shifting herself into a more comfortable position, Buffy noticed that Angel appeared much calmer while holding her. She wasn't exactly complaining either – being in the arms of a man like Angel tended to make you quite relaxed.

As Buffy tried to wriggle into a better position, Angel stirred again. He seemed to be talking in his sleep, but Buffy couldn't work out what he was saying – it sounded like another language, probably Irish, she thought. Then, she heard something that shocked her.

"Buffy…tá mé chomh mór sin i ngrá leat." lit. I love you so much. I'm unsure of this translation, if anyone can do better please let me know, there are a few other things I'd like to know as well! Buffy was shocked. She couldn't understand the second part, but why was he saying her name? Wriggling to get closer to his mouth, 'Only to hear him, not because he's got such full, kissable lips, of course,' Buffy felt Angel stir again. He moaned, and Buffy realised he was in fact becoming hard underneath her. 'God! Here I am thinking he's talking about me and snuggling into his arms, and he's having a dream about some girl. I feel so cheap!' Ignoring the nagging part of her that was becoming increasingly turned on by Angel's proximity, Buffy tried to pull herself away from Angel, only to be pulled back down.

"Buffy…" Angel moaned again, this time clearly. Buffy looked at him in shock. 'He's dreaming of me? But, I'm just… me. I'm some nurse, and he's so gorgeous! How!' Her inner musing interrupted as Angel stirred again, Buffy felt him press up against her stomach, and found she was growing increasingly aroused. 'It couldn't hurt… Could it? He's asleep, after all…' Buffy timidly leaned up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. Angel kissed back, softly at first but then building in passion until Buffy was moaning into his mouth. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, and nearly fell apart when his hand slid up her back to pull her towards him. He groaned, and Buffy trembled at the sensations he was causing. All from a kiss… Suddenly coming to her senses, Buffy moved to pull away, but found she couldn't leave, as her legs had somehow become intertwined with Angel's. She felt his hands begin to roam across her back, and gradually succumbed to his touches.

"Mmmm… Buffy…" Still half-asleep, Angel was in the depths of the most amazing dream. His cute little nurse was writhing against him, moaning into his mouth and with her hands tangled in his hair. This was much better than his usual nightmares, that was for sure. Gradually he slid his hands forward to her breasts. The sounds she was making were driving him crazy, and all her wanted was to take her right there. He fumbled with the buttons on her uniform, and she arched into his hand. Noticing he was finding them difficult to manage in his semi-asleep state, Buffy reached up to her top and undid the buttons for him. She had long ago lost any reservations about her actions, as although he was still mostly asleep, Angel was obviously enjoying their activities…

"Angel…" Buffy moaned into his mouth as Angel kissed the skin just above her bra. God, the things the guy could do with his mouth. And half-asleep no less. Buffy hazily wondered, 'If this is what he's like when he thinks he's dreaming, imagine what he'd be like if he was fully lucid!' She was suddenly dragged from her musing by the bolt of white-hot pleasure that shot through her as Angel took one of her nipples in his mouth, her bra pushed aside. Arching against him, Buffy slid her hand down to reach the hard member she felt pushing into her thigh. Hearing him moan at her touch, Buffy grinned evilly, and began to slowly stroke her hand up and down over the fabric of his (very thin!) hospital-issue trousers. Pulling off her uniform with her other hand, Buffy captured Angel's mouth with a deep kiss. As Angel began to shallowly thrust into her hand, Buffy slid her other hand up Angel's chest, removing his thin t-shirt. She peppered kisses all the way down his smooth chest, as briefly stopped her strokes to remove his pants. Smiling at the low groan that he gave as she stopped, she took him into her mouth and began slow, languorous movements up and down, pausing occasionally to swirl her tongue around his large member.

"Buffy… muirnín, don't stop…" Angel moaned, as she continued her ministrations. Smiling wickedly, she stopped, and shucked off her underwear. Before Angel could complain about the loss (how he was still half-asleep she'd never understand), Buffy positioned herself above his cock, and gradually eased onto him. Hissing at the sensations caused, she began a slow, rocking motion, teasing both herself and Angel with the pleasure that seemed just out of reach. As Angel reached up and began teasing her nipples, Buffy felt herself reaching an explosive climax. Shuddering, she came against him, amazed at the feelings this man was able to evoke in her. Lifting herself up, she began to ride him harder, seeking another release as the tension began to build within her body again. Leaning down to kiss him, his hands snaked around her back and pulled her roughly against him as Angel neared his own climax. The sensation of her nipples rubbing against his chest proved too much for Buffy, and as she came again, her walls fluttering against Angel's cock, she screamed into his mouth. The sound sent Angel hurtling into his own climax, and he came hard, shooting his seed deep inside her.

Shaking as she came down from the heights of her orgasm, Buffy was snapped back into reality. What had she done? Here she was, a nurse, and she had just taken advantage of a patient at an extremely vulnerable time. God, it had been amazing, but the pleasure Buffy felt only served to make her feel even more guilty. Yes, Angel had enjoyed it, that much was obvious, but he was still asleep. He may have said her name many times, but that didn't mean that when awake her felt the same way. And what had happened to her morals? Her inbuilt reservations around men? They went up in smoke because some guy touched her the right way? Suddenly feeling dirty, Buffy crawled off Angel and began to dress herself, trying to ignore the tenderness and moisture between her thighs. Cleaning up and re-dressing Angel, she took some small comfort in the fact that he was still sleeping, and appeared content.

'He won't remember, will he? He'll think it's a dream if he does. Lord, why did I do this? What the hell have I gotten myself into? God, if only… No. Buffy, do not go there. This can't happen – you're his nurse! Once was bad enough. Don't you go getting silly ideas into that little head of yours. Just you finish your shift and go on home, and pretend this never happened. It's the only way.' Still mumbling to herself, Buffy left the room and her patient behind her, unaware that he had woken up the minute she moved away from him, but had been so scared of her reaction, he hadn't said a word.

'She thinks I won't remember? That it was a mistake? Well, if that's what she wants…' Aware that the woman he had begun developing some interesting feelings for was slipping away, Angel resigned himself to the knowledge that he would probably never have her. She'd be mortified if he ever told her that he woke up. 'I don't want to hurt her. No, if she wants to pretend it never happened, then I'll pretend it was just an amazing dream. It's the only thing I can do.' Slipping back into unconsciousness, Angel found himself taunted by dreams of a golden goddess, dancing forever out of his reach.