Dedication: To my Grandmother - even with a broken leg she's still
Superwoman to me.
How has everyone's Thanksgiving gone?
Note: I know I have been an evil bitch monster with not updating; I've been working on my award site. If you want to know more about it, e-mail me.
And without further interruptions..
*_-_*
Buffy walked into the bathroom, purposely leaving the door opened just enough. She could hear the sound of the kettle, but it seemed like miles away. Her head was aching and throbbing. She needed a long shower.
Angel went over to the kettle and shut the gas off. He poured the burning liquid in a mug filled with ground coffee beans. He didn't know how she wanted her coffee. He decided to ask.
He walked to the entrance of the kitchen, not looking towards the bathroom door just yet. When he had his cool glass of Coca-Cola in his hand, he took a drink of it and looked towards the door.
He choked on the drink in his mouth and nearly dropped the glass that he'd been holding. He couldn't believe the sight he was seeing. He placed the glass on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked intently at the show she was giving him.
Buffy pulled her black tank top above her head, doing it slowly. She slid it off of her arms and dropped the silk material at the side of her legs. He slowly made a step forward. She took a hold of her button and zipper of the tight leather pants that she had worn. She crunched down and slid the smooth material off of her legs, leaving her with bikini panties. She stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. Angel sub-consciously took another step forward towards the bathroom. Her slightly tanned skin mesmerized him. Now she was left only with her bra and panties on, her hair still pinned and toppled on the top of her head.
She reached her hand behind her back and unclasped the lacey bra that she had worn. She smoothly took it off each shoulder, then dropped it by her other clothes. Angel took a few steps forward. Her back faced him.
She reached to the top of her hair and unclasped the pin that was holding her hairdo together. Her golden locks slithered onto her back and shoulders, and she shook her head slightly, bouncing the curls around her face.
By then, Angel was already at the bathroom door. He was in shock. He had never known to realize the beauty that was right under his nose. He needed to feel her skin, to know if this was real or just a really good dream.
His hand slowly wandered to trace her shoulder and back. Her skin felt like velvet, so smooth across his hands. She was a little surprised at his encounter at first, but then she leaned back into his warm and roaming hands.
He needed to feel more skin. He needed to. He got closer and wrapped his big and strong arms around her waist. She leaned back onto him, feeling his hard erection. He nuzzled her neck and kissed the smooth skin lovingly.
Then he remembered. 'What the hell am I doing! I'm being a hypocrite and taking advantage of her when she's drunk! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' He abruptly pulled away from her and stumbled back. She had a questioning look in her eyes as if it meant, 'what the fuck?' She looked into his chocolate pools and saw his eyes pleading with her for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I never should have done that." He looked at her for the last time and closed the bathroom door. He made his way towards his room and closed the door behind him, locking it, too. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving himself with only his boxers on. He lay on his bed, hands above his head and looked up at the ceiling, deep in the thought of how perverted he had just been. He stopped the brooding finally, and slept.
Buffy had taken her shower and changed. She lay in her bed, hugging her cut wrists to her chest. She, too, fell peacefully asleep.
*_-_*
Angel placed the plastic bag in front of the curious eyes of Rupert Giles. Giles picked the bag up, looking at the knife.
"We found this in the back alleyway of the Bronze." He acted casually when he said the word 'we.' He didn't want to get Buffy in trouble. It was as if they had a truce now. That morning Buffy woke up with a big hangover and Angel was there every second while she was puking her inner organs out. He held her hair out of the way the whole time.
"Good work. I'll send it over to the lab soon. I have some news," he told them. They both sat. "Fred has went over the reports millions of times; she said that all the evidence and all the threats have been leading to one place.The Hyperion Hotel. A quarter of the community will be there for a charity service and dinner. So, I suggest you two go out and get yourselves some clothes to get dressed up for a night on the town; you've just been invited. The party's in two days and you'll be undercover. Come to the office by tomorrow and we'll give you microphones and earpieces. But right now all the work is up to the technicians and researchers; you two go out and get yourself some fancy clothes, you have today off. I expect to see you at nine, tomorrow morning. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
*_-_*
Buffy went back home and rummaged through her dresser drawer. She finally found the card she was looking for. She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Willow? Hey, it's Buffy. I'm not sure if you remember me but.yep, that's me. So, ummm.I was wondering if we could go shopping."
*_-_*
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," the teenager on the bed said. He was looking through a magazine and wasn't interested anymore. He needed something to do.
"Connor, hey," Angel said smiling.
"Hey Angel, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping for some tuxes. You need one for the prom."
"What's the point anyway? No one asked me yet."
"Have you ever thought about asking?"
"No. You mean girls don't ask the guys out?"
"Well sometimes they do, sometimes they leave it up to the guys. So are you going to ask?"
"Everyone that I've wanted to go with already has a date," he said frowning.
"Let's go shopping anyway," he said. Someone was bound to be his date.
"Whatever." He got up and they went shopping.
*_-_*
More to come!!!! Thanks to all that reviewed last time 'round. Let me know what you think this time.
*Liz (AKA Will_ow)*
How has everyone's Thanksgiving gone?
Note: I know I have been an evil bitch monster with not updating; I've been working on my award site. If you want to know more about it, e-mail me.
And without further interruptions..
*_-_*
Buffy walked into the bathroom, purposely leaving the door opened just enough. She could hear the sound of the kettle, but it seemed like miles away. Her head was aching and throbbing. She needed a long shower.
Angel went over to the kettle and shut the gas off. He poured the burning liquid in a mug filled with ground coffee beans. He didn't know how she wanted her coffee. He decided to ask.
He walked to the entrance of the kitchen, not looking towards the bathroom door just yet. When he had his cool glass of Coca-Cola in his hand, he took a drink of it and looked towards the door.
He choked on the drink in his mouth and nearly dropped the glass that he'd been holding. He couldn't believe the sight he was seeing. He placed the glass on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked intently at the show she was giving him.
Buffy pulled her black tank top above her head, doing it slowly. She slid it off of her arms and dropped the silk material at the side of her legs. He slowly made a step forward. She took a hold of her button and zipper of the tight leather pants that she had worn. She crunched down and slid the smooth material off of her legs, leaving her with bikini panties. She stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. Angel sub-consciously took another step forward towards the bathroom. Her slightly tanned skin mesmerized him. Now she was left only with her bra and panties on, her hair still pinned and toppled on the top of her head.
She reached her hand behind her back and unclasped the lacey bra that she had worn. She smoothly took it off each shoulder, then dropped it by her other clothes. Angel took a few steps forward. Her back faced him.
She reached to the top of her hair and unclasped the pin that was holding her hairdo together. Her golden locks slithered onto her back and shoulders, and she shook her head slightly, bouncing the curls around her face.
By then, Angel was already at the bathroom door. He was in shock. He had never known to realize the beauty that was right under his nose. He needed to feel her skin, to know if this was real or just a really good dream.
His hand slowly wandered to trace her shoulder and back. Her skin felt like velvet, so smooth across his hands. She was a little surprised at his encounter at first, but then she leaned back into his warm and roaming hands.
He needed to feel more skin. He needed to. He got closer and wrapped his big and strong arms around her waist. She leaned back onto him, feeling his hard erection. He nuzzled her neck and kissed the smooth skin lovingly.
Then he remembered. 'What the hell am I doing! I'm being a hypocrite and taking advantage of her when she's drunk! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' He abruptly pulled away from her and stumbled back. She had a questioning look in her eyes as if it meant, 'what the fuck?' She looked into his chocolate pools and saw his eyes pleading with her for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I never should have done that." He looked at her for the last time and closed the bathroom door. He made his way towards his room and closed the door behind him, locking it, too. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving himself with only his boxers on. He lay on his bed, hands above his head and looked up at the ceiling, deep in the thought of how perverted he had just been. He stopped the brooding finally, and slept.
Buffy had taken her shower and changed. She lay in her bed, hugging her cut wrists to her chest. She, too, fell peacefully asleep.
*_-_*
Angel placed the plastic bag in front of the curious eyes of Rupert Giles. Giles picked the bag up, looking at the knife.
"We found this in the back alleyway of the Bronze." He acted casually when he said the word 'we.' He didn't want to get Buffy in trouble. It was as if they had a truce now. That morning Buffy woke up with a big hangover and Angel was there every second while she was puking her inner organs out. He held her hair out of the way the whole time.
"Good work. I'll send it over to the lab soon. I have some news," he told them. They both sat. "Fred has went over the reports millions of times; she said that all the evidence and all the threats have been leading to one place.The Hyperion Hotel. A quarter of the community will be there for a charity service and dinner. So, I suggest you two go out and get yourselves some clothes to get dressed up for a night on the town; you've just been invited. The party's in two days and you'll be undercover. Come to the office by tomorrow and we'll give you microphones and earpieces. But right now all the work is up to the technicians and researchers; you two go out and get yourself some fancy clothes, you have today off. I expect to see you at nine, tomorrow morning. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
*_-_*
Buffy went back home and rummaged through her dresser drawer. She finally found the card she was looking for. She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Willow? Hey, it's Buffy. I'm not sure if you remember me but.yep, that's me. So, ummm.I was wondering if we could go shopping."
*_-_*
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," the teenager on the bed said. He was looking through a magazine and wasn't interested anymore. He needed something to do.
"Connor, hey," Angel said smiling.
"Hey Angel, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping for some tuxes. You need one for the prom."
"What's the point anyway? No one asked me yet."
"Have you ever thought about asking?"
"No. You mean girls don't ask the guys out?"
"Well sometimes they do, sometimes they leave it up to the guys. So are you going to ask?"
"Everyone that I've wanted to go with already has a date," he said frowning.
"Let's go shopping anyway," he said. Someone was bound to be his date.
"Whatever." He got up and they went shopping.
*_-_*
More to come!!!! Thanks to all that reviewed last time 'round. Let me know what you think this time.
*Liz (AKA Will_ow)*