A/N: I wish I were brilliant enough to own the characters, but I don't, they belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon! The story plot is mine though! I rock right? Lol, Hope you all like the new chapter!

Chapter 3: Sleeping Situations

I walked into my office to get a file for Wesley, when I saw Spike. "So, peaches, you and the slayer made up."

"No."

"Then why is she in your apartment?"

"So she can cool off."

"Then make your move?"

"No, she needs to get rest, and I'm not going 'make a move' on her."

"Yeah, I believe you."

"Why do I talk to you," I asked myself. It was supposed to be rhetorical but Spike didn't get that.

"That's what Buffy said! Why wouldn't you want to talk to me?"

"Why would you?"

"I'm smart, funny, interesting, cute."

"Now that's funny," I said laughing and walking from my office. I saw him take the last drink from his whisky bottle and set it on the desk angrily, oh well, I made Spike a little mad. Whats new?

"Now that's just rude!" he yelled after me. You could tell he was drunk, because his letters were all slurred together.

Then I spotted Wesley in the hallway, "Wesley!"

"Whats up Angel?" he asked walking towards me.

"Did you figure out anything new?"

"No, not yet."

"Well maybe the file would help," I replied handing him the folder.

"How'd things go with Buffy?" he asked as he took the folder.

"She's downstairs sleeping."

"That good huh?"

"No!" I yelled, "Why does everyone think that?"

"She's sleeping in your room," he replied matter-of-factly.

"It doesn't mean anything, she just needs to cool off."

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say boss," Wesley retorted and turned around to go to his office.

"I don't know why I talk to you people," I said and turned around rubbing my head. I walked in my office, and saw the empty whisky bottle, but no Spike. I hit the button for the elevator and walked in when it came up. Before the doors opened, I heard a high pitched scream come from my room. Not knowing what could be going on, I ran to my room to see Spike, drunk as could be, trying to take off Buffy's clothing. I grabbed him by his jacket and threw across the room into the wall. He was in a little ball on the floor so I took the extra time to ask, "Buffy, are you okay?"

"I will be once you get him out of here," she replied huddled up on the furthest corner of the bed from Spike.

"Asshole, can't you see I was just trying to have fun with my woman!" Spike studdard out standing up. Well, as well as he could for how drunk he was, he ended up hunched over and leaning against the wall for support.

I walked over and kicked him in the stomach, "She's not your woman."

"What like she's yours?" he asked. I picked him up, tired of his little games, by the shirt and carried him to the elevator. When I threw him, he bounced off the back of the elevator and landed on the ground as the doors closed, shutting him out of my apartment. I walked back to my room to make sure Buffy wasn't hurt anywhere, or Spike would definitely pay tomorrow.

"Are you sure your okay?" I asked her.

"Yes, Angel. Thank-you."

"I'm sorry about that," I started to apologize for Spike.

"It wasn't your fault," she said looking towards my night stand, "Oh no! Your picture broke," she whined while picking it up off the night stand.

"What picture?"

"This one," she replied showing it to me.

I saw the picture of the two of us when we used to date, if that's what you wanted to call it. She was wearing a medium red tan top that had what looked like a flower pattern on it and her blonde hair was half pulled back. I remember the day clearly. Willow had gotten a new a camera and was so excited that she wanted to get a million pictures of everyone in the scooby gang. So she made me and Buffy pose, and she wanted it to be, and I quote 'sexy, something you'd never do in front of us!' When I just put my arms around her waist, not enough, apparently I did that all the time when I was around them. So, she made the idea that we should kiss, with everyone watching and a picture being taken it gets pretty awkward. Buffy's face was turning red as Willow kept changing the way we were supposed to get a picture together, and we ended up with my grey sweatshirt (yes, she even made me change my shirt a couple of times!) with my hands on her upper arms, our eyes closed as we got ready to kiss. She yelled 'Perfect!' and snapped the picture. Buffy and I couldn't help it, so we kissed, and Willow squealed, apparently it was another perfect shot because she took another photo of us mid-kiss. In the little black picture frame are both pictures, the one with us not kissing on top, the one in mid-kiss on the bottom.

"Where did you get that?" I asked quickly. I had totally forgotten about that picture and a few of the others scattered around my room.

"Over there," she said pointing to my dresser.

I shook my head with my famous half smile on my face, "They were faced down for a reason."

"You know how curious I am."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll let you get back to sleep," I replied getting up.

She grabbed my hand and answered, "Okay." Oh god, we can't do this! I screamed in my head

I jumped, taking my hand from hers, "Goodnight," I said, my voice shaky. All she has to do is touch me and I feel like a lovesick teenager again.

"Whats wrong?" she asked like she had no clue.

"Nothing."

"Angel,"

"I don't want to talk about it Buffy, now goodnight."

"C'mon Angel, was holding your hand to much?"

"I'm going to go now," I said opening the door.

"Goodnight hunni," she joked as I shut the door. She could do so much to me by just touching me, it was unbelievable. And then there was Spike, stumbling through the elevator doors.

"Hey man, why'd you through me out like that?"

"Get out of her Spike."

"C'mon Angel, get out of my way," he said trying to push past me to get into the hallway.

"You're not getting any closer Spike."

"Let me through," he said getting angry.

"Sorry, no can do buddy," I replied turning him around. He almost looked lost, but then he found the way to turn around again.

"I know she'll want to see me, since you broke us up last time."

"Don't let him through," Buffy said, fear in her voice. It was the first time I ever saw her afraid of him. And I have to say, I didn't like it.

"Don't worry about that, he's not going anywhere except for back home," I reassured her.

"Get out of my way," Spike said again.

"Go home Spike," I replied. This was the last time I was going to play this game.

"Come here luv, we'll go to my place," he told Buffy.

"No, I'm staying here Spike," she answered him.

"Spike, Go. Home," I replied sternly.

"Fine, fine. Don't get all emotional," he replied stumbling back into the elevator. Buffy ran up behind me, and put her arms around my neck to get closer to my ear.

"Thank-you again," she whispered. I turned around and picked her up in my arms, and carried her back to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed, except for my arm holding her upper body up off the bed.

"Now you sleep," I said lightly. Our eyes met, but before Buffy could kiss me, I took my arm out from her back and she fell onto bed the rest of the way, "I'm going to the couch." We couldn't do this, it always ended up bad, even though we never wanted it to, it always did. I don't think I'd be able to handle it, and she certainly wouldn't be able to.

"Can you stay in here tonight, I mean if Spike came back once, he might come back again," she pleaded.

"I'll go get a blanket."

"Why?"

"To sleep on the floor."

"You don't have to sleep on the floor."

"Yeah I do."

"C'mon Angel. If anyone should sleep on the floor, it should be me."

"You're the guest, I'm the host, I get the floor."

"Both of us could use the bed."

"Buffy," I whined.

"What?"

"Why do you keep doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know. Is it a crime I might want to get back together?"

"Yes," I said sternly.

"Why?"

"Remember what happened last time."

"Yeah, so that doesn't have to happen again."

"But it will, it always happens."

"No it won't."

"Yes it will."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"This could go on forever, so I'm going to bed now." I stopped the bickering match. It sounded like we were three again, fighting over who got the last popsicle out of the freezer.

"Angel stay."

"No."

"Please," she whined.

"No, goodnight," I replied shutting the door, she was probably pouting, so it was a good thing I avoided looking at her face. Her pout always breaks me down.

"I love you!" she called after me.

I reopened the door, "Nice try."

"It was worth a shot," she said with a shrug. I laughed as I shut the door again. After grabbing a blanket and pillow from the closet, I walked to the couch and laid down. Buffy sat in the hallway, and waited to hear my soft snoring. When she heard it, she grabbed a pillow and blanket and curled up in front of the couch. We both slept throughout the night without any interruptions.

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