Title: Surprise!

Author: Danielle A. Parker

Rating: G

Genre: Humour, Parody.

Summary: I know it took a while for me to update it, but it's done now. Yay!

Author's Note: I don't own these characters, although I wish I did. Reow. Joss does!

Response to reviews: Thanks ya'll!

Angel opened the door to his apartment and walked inside with a hurried pace. Buffy had followed him shortly thereafter. He heard the door close behind him and figured it was Buffy who had closed it. He took off his jacket and ran his hand through his dripping wet hair. They were wet. He put his jacket on his chair and spun around to face her. He noticed she was soaked through to her skin, and she was trembling.

"You're shaking like a leaf," He stated the obvious as he drew nearer. He wished he could have protected her. If only my touch could keep her warm.

"M…my… my shirt," Buffy said while shivering. She looked down to her white t-shirt and to the jelly stain that ruined its purity. Mom is going to be furious when she sees this? It was tasty… that jelly donut. She recalled the night's events in her mind and sighed. It had been so perfect up until that point.

"Let me get you something," Angel searched through his armoire for clothes she could wear. He finally found something she could wear: a black leather corset, a mini skirt, and a twenty tail whip. "Put these on and get under the covers." He could see the quizzical expression her face, "T-t-to warm up?" He shrugged his shoulders at her.

Buffy walked over to his bed and sat down. She looked at him staring at her. She became shy and tense. She didn't want him to watch her change. Didn't she?

Angel raised an eyebrow and got the message. He turned around, "Sorry." He could hear her clothes ruffling. He let out a sigh. My tempting Goddess…

Buffy was having a hard time taking off her stained white t-shirt and she winced afterwards as she stared down at it. She inhaled with pain and clenched her jaw tightly.

"What?"

"It was my favourite t-shirt." She said sheepishly.

"Can I?" He sighed, "Let me see." If he could save the t-shirt, he would. He would just to bone Buffy—I mean…to show Buffy he cared deeply for her. He would do anything for her. He loved her.

Buffy whispered, "Okay." Angel sat down beside her quickly and gently touched her t-shirt and examined it closely. "Is it… is it bad?"

"Just a bit of bleach and a warm wash should do it," He said. For a Two-hundred-and-forty-something-year-old vampire he did know about cleaning clothes. He had, of course, always needed to clean the blood (his or not) from his clothes.

Buffy leaned into him and cuddled his face to his. She felt his arm wrap around her. She let out a soft sigh. This is nice, she thought and then realization hit her.

"The shirt almost went today."

"We both did."

There was silence lingering in the air as they both tried to figure out what he meant. Buffy let out a sob.

"Angel…Sniff. I could have lost my shirt! Sniff… We can't be sure of anything!"

He could have left! We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my t-shirt.

Angel pressed his finger to her lips. "Shh…I," He choked on his words as they stared into each others eyes.

"You what?" Buffy turned her head towards him a bit more.

"I love that white t-shirt on you."

"I love it too. I try not to, but I can't stop!" She responded.

"Me, me too. I can't either!" Angel and Buffy were both crying now. The way that shirt sculpts her petite frame; would any other shirt do the same?

They didn't know who kissed who first, but now their lips were locked with a fiery passion. It was Angel who pulled away first.

Maybe we're moving too fast.

"Maybe we shouldn't."

I want him, I need him.

"Don't. Just kiss me."