Buffy was to shocked to do anything at first, but then she realized that
what was happening was indeed what she'd be dreaming of for so long.
Angel pulled away, his breath heavy. 'Did I just do that?' He looked at Buffy's face. 'I guess I did.' He thought. "Buffy, I." He stopped. 'What the hell do I say to her? 'Sorry I just kissed you, even though I've wanted to do that since I was 13?' I think not' He was broke out of him mussing by Buffy's lips on his.
When they pulled apart, Angel just looked at Buffy. "Buffy, what are we doing here?" He asked her.
"I don't know. I mean kissing, but.." She stopped herself and sat down on the bed. "What? I mean are we? Why?" She tried to say. "What ARE we doing?" She asked running a shaky hand through her hair.
Angel grabbed her hand and held it in his. "I don't know. I do know that I love you, more then a friend. I have for a long time." He confessed.
"How..how long?" She asked.
"Since we were 13."
"So what does this mean?" She asked pointing from her to him. "What does this mean for us?"
Angel sat down next to her, letting go of her hand. " I don't know. I love you. I.. you know that. But, how do you feel about me? Do you love me?" He asked looking up at her.
"You know I do." She said.
"I mean, as more then a friend?"
"Yes. I have since, god I don't even remember how long it's been. I just know." She said looking into his beautiful brown eyes. "So what does this mean for us?"
"Good question." He looked back down at his hands, not knowing what to say. He wanted her. He wanted them to be more then just best friends. But things were complicated. She lived in Sunnydale now. She was a slayer, a job that didn't guarantee her a nice long, normal life. Would they be able to do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing?
"We have the best timing don't we." Buffy's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Huh?" He said looking up at her.
"Timing. I mean we've had feelings for each other for years, and now it comes out, but things are complicated now. I'm a slayer, I live in Sunnydale." She said. "Not the best situation to start a relationship in, huh?"
"No. I guess not." He said a little bit disappointed. He was hoping she'd be willing to work things out.
Buffy's heart sank. She was really hoping that he'd say something different. Something along the lines of, 'We can make it work.' She just sighed.
Angel looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's getting late. We haven't eaten dinner yet. Wanna go grab some Mickey D's?" He asked getting up.
"Yeah. Sure." She said standing and grabbing her purse as she followed him out the door.
The days went by and Buffy and Angel refused to discuss the actions their hormones had caused them to take.
After two days Buffy's father, Hank, had come back from his impromptu business trip. Buffy was no long staying with the Callahan's. She and Angel had planned on going to the movies the following afternoon while Hank was away at work. Then she and Hank would go to dinner at the Callahan's.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to pick you up from the bus station, sweetie. There was this emergency that came up at the New York Office and well, I had to go."
"I know dad. It's okay." She said as she unpacked her bag.
"I should have left you a spare key, so that you wouldn't have had to stay with the Callahan's. I'm sorry honey." He said as she placed the last of her bags on the bed. "Do you need any help unpacking?" He asked.
"No dad, that's okay. I think I can handle it." She said not even looking at him.
"Okay. Well I'm gonna go call the pizza place and get us some lunch. Okay?"
"Yeah. No problem." She said as she placed her shirts on hangers.
"Okay then." He said leaving the room.
After a few minutes Buffy heard a knock on her door. "Can I come in?"
Buffy looked up and saw Angel at her door. "Yeah." She said with a smile.
Though they hadn't talked about the future of their friendship since they kissed, they were still close.
"How goes the unpacking?" He said as he sat on the bean bag chair he had given her for her eleventh birthday.
"Okay. Dad wanted to help but I told him I could take care of it on my own. I don't think he'd be able to handle seeing what I wear to sleep now a days." She said with a small laugh.
"I'm sure." He said as she pulled out a satin/lace nightgown that pretty much stopped above her knee and had spaghetti straps.
She just smiled.
"After you left. I used to come up here, through the window and sit in this chair or on the bed for hours, remembering everything." He said looking out the window. "One night your dad caught me up here and kicked me out. He locks the windows now." He said with a smirk.
"Well I'll make sure to leave my window unlocked when I leave." She said smiling as she hung up one of her club outfits.
"Where do you where that and why haven't I seen you in it?" He said standing up and taking the outfit from her.
The outfit consisted of a one piece jean outfit. It was shorts and a halter top with a chain belt around the waist.
"I wear that to the Bronze." She said taking it away from him. "I got it when I moved, hence the newness to you." She said going back her unpacking.
"What the hell is Joyce letting you wear over there?" He said looking at the outfits already hanging in her closet. "Okay, please tell me that you've never actually worn this out of the house." He said pulling out an army fatigue bikini type top with matching sequence that hung form it.
"Actually I wore that the other night to the Bronze. The gang took me out after my moms goodbye dinner." She answered.
"I'm gonna have to have a long talk with my cousin." He said grabbing the magic eight ball from her dresser.
"What bout?"
"You. I need him to kill any guy who comes near you." He said.
"Jealous much?"
"Yes."
"Whatever." She said pulling out her weapon bag from her suitcase.
"What's that?"
"My weapons bag. Giles made me pack one." She said.
"Oh. What'cha got in there?" He asked moving toward her.
"A few stakes, a couple bottles of holy water, a mini cross bow that folds up and some bolts. You know the basic slay stuff." She said closing it up.
"Cross bow? Cool."
"I don't plan on using any of this stuff." She said as she hid the bag under her bed.
"You mean you don't plan on patrolling?" He asked her.
"No. I haven't for the past two nights, why would I start tonight?" She asked him.
"I just thought you wanted to get used to being back before you started patrolling again. Hence the me not saying anything."
"I don't wanna." She said.
"Well I'm gonna." He said.
"Huh?"
"I patrol Buff."
Buffy's jaw dropped, then she punched him in the arm. "What the hell are you doing patrolling?" She asked angrily.
"Well someone had to after you left." He said rubbing his arm. "Jeez Buff that hurt."
"It's not your responsibility to patrol Angel. What if you got killed?" She said softly.
"Like you?" He asked bitterly.
"There's a difference between you and me. I'm the slayer, it's my job, not yours." She said moving to her door to close it, but Hank popped up.
"Hey honey. Pizza's here. Angel you staying for lunch?" He asked the young boy.
"Um, sure Mr. Summers." He said looking at Buffy.
"We'll be right down dad." She said.
"Okay." Hank said as he turned and went down the stairs. When Buffy was sure he was gone she turned back to Angel.
"You have to stop Angel."
"Stop patrolling?"
"YES."
"WHY?"
"Cuz you're gonna get yourself killed. I don't wanna lose you because of something I got you into." She said.
Angel moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You're not gonna lose me." He said kissing her head. "Come on. I'm hungry." He said pulling her with him down the stairs.
Angel pulled away, his breath heavy. 'Did I just do that?' He looked at Buffy's face. 'I guess I did.' He thought. "Buffy, I." He stopped. 'What the hell do I say to her? 'Sorry I just kissed you, even though I've wanted to do that since I was 13?' I think not' He was broke out of him mussing by Buffy's lips on his.
When they pulled apart, Angel just looked at Buffy. "Buffy, what are we doing here?" He asked her.
"I don't know. I mean kissing, but.." She stopped herself and sat down on the bed. "What? I mean are we? Why?" She tried to say. "What ARE we doing?" She asked running a shaky hand through her hair.
Angel grabbed her hand and held it in his. "I don't know. I do know that I love you, more then a friend. I have for a long time." He confessed.
"How..how long?" She asked.
"Since we were 13."
"So what does this mean?" She asked pointing from her to him. "What does this mean for us?"
Angel sat down next to her, letting go of her hand. " I don't know. I love you. I.. you know that. But, how do you feel about me? Do you love me?" He asked looking up at her.
"You know I do." She said.
"I mean, as more then a friend?"
"Yes. I have since, god I don't even remember how long it's been. I just know." She said looking into his beautiful brown eyes. "So what does this mean for us?"
"Good question." He looked back down at his hands, not knowing what to say. He wanted her. He wanted them to be more then just best friends. But things were complicated. She lived in Sunnydale now. She was a slayer, a job that didn't guarantee her a nice long, normal life. Would they be able to do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing?
"We have the best timing don't we." Buffy's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Huh?" He said looking up at her.
"Timing. I mean we've had feelings for each other for years, and now it comes out, but things are complicated now. I'm a slayer, I live in Sunnydale." She said. "Not the best situation to start a relationship in, huh?"
"No. I guess not." He said a little bit disappointed. He was hoping she'd be willing to work things out.
Buffy's heart sank. She was really hoping that he'd say something different. Something along the lines of, 'We can make it work.' She just sighed.
Angel looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's getting late. We haven't eaten dinner yet. Wanna go grab some Mickey D's?" He asked getting up.
"Yeah. Sure." She said standing and grabbing her purse as she followed him out the door.
The days went by and Buffy and Angel refused to discuss the actions their hormones had caused them to take.
After two days Buffy's father, Hank, had come back from his impromptu business trip. Buffy was no long staying with the Callahan's. She and Angel had planned on going to the movies the following afternoon while Hank was away at work. Then she and Hank would go to dinner at the Callahan's.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to pick you up from the bus station, sweetie. There was this emergency that came up at the New York Office and well, I had to go."
"I know dad. It's okay." She said as she unpacked her bag.
"I should have left you a spare key, so that you wouldn't have had to stay with the Callahan's. I'm sorry honey." He said as she placed the last of her bags on the bed. "Do you need any help unpacking?" He asked.
"No dad, that's okay. I think I can handle it." She said not even looking at him.
"Okay. Well I'm gonna go call the pizza place and get us some lunch. Okay?"
"Yeah. No problem." She said as she placed her shirts on hangers.
"Okay then." He said leaving the room.
After a few minutes Buffy heard a knock on her door. "Can I come in?"
Buffy looked up and saw Angel at her door. "Yeah." She said with a smile.
Though they hadn't talked about the future of their friendship since they kissed, they were still close.
"How goes the unpacking?" He said as he sat on the bean bag chair he had given her for her eleventh birthday.
"Okay. Dad wanted to help but I told him I could take care of it on my own. I don't think he'd be able to handle seeing what I wear to sleep now a days." She said with a small laugh.
"I'm sure." He said as she pulled out a satin/lace nightgown that pretty much stopped above her knee and had spaghetti straps.
She just smiled.
"After you left. I used to come up here, through the window and sit in this chair or on the bed for hours, remembering everything." He said looking out the window. "One night your dad caught me up here and kicked me out. He locks the windows now." He said with a smirk.
"Well I'll make sure to leave my window unlocked when I leave." She said smiling as she hung up one of her club outfits.
"Where do you where that and why haven't I seen you in it?" He said standing up and taking the outfit from her.
The outfit consisted of a one piece jean outfit. It was shorts and a halter top with a chain belt around the waist.
"I wear that to the Bronze." She said taking it away from him. "I got it when I moved, hence the newness to you." She said going back her unpacking.
"What the hell is Joyce letting you wear over there?" He said looking at the outfits already hanging in her closet. "Okay, please tell me that you've never actually worn this out of the house." He said pulling out an army fatigue bikini type top with matching sequence that hung form it.
"Actually I wore that the other night to the Bronze. The gang took me out after my moms goodbye dinner." She answered.
"I'm gonna have to have a long talk with my cousin." He said grabbing the magic eight ball from her dresser.
"What bout?"
"You. I need him to kill any guy who comes near you." He said.
"Jealous much?"
"Yes."
"Whatever." She said pulling out her weapon bag from her suitcase.
"What's that?"
"My weapons bag. Giles made me pack one." She said.
"Oh. What'cha got in there?" He asked moving toward her.
"A few stakes, a couple bottles of holy water, a mini cross bow that folds up and some bolts. You know the basic slay stuff." She said closing it up.
"Cross bow? Cool."
"I don't plan on using any of this stuff." She said as she hid the bag under her bed.
"You mean you don't plan on patrolling?" He asked her.
"No. I haven't for the past two nights, why would I start tonight?" She asked him.
"I just thought you wanted to get used to being back before you started patrolling again. Hence the me not saying anything."
"I don't wanna." She said.
"Well I'm gonna." He said.
"Huh?"
"I patrol Buff."
Buffy's jaw dropped, then she punched him in the arm. "What the hell are you doing patrolling?" She asked angrily.
"Well someone had to after you left." He said rubbing his arm. "Jeez Buff that hurt."
"It's not your responsibility to patrol Angel. What if you got killed?" She said softly.
"Like you?" He asked bitterly.
"There's a difference between you and me. I'm the slayer, it's my job, not yours." She said moving to her door to close it, but Hank popped up.
"Hey honey. Pizza's here. Angel you staying for lunch?" He asked the young boy.
"Um, sure Mr. Summers." He said looking at Buffy.
"We'll be right down dad." She said.
"Okay." Hank said as he turned and went down the stairs. When Buffy was sure he was gone she turned back to Angel.
"You have to stop Angel."
"Stop patrolling?"
"YES."
"WHY?"
"Cuz you're gonna get yourself killed. I don't wanna lose you because of something I got you into." She said.
Angel moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You're not gonna lose me." He said kissing her head. "Come on. I'm hungry." He said pulling her with him down the stairs.