Chapter 13

At the jewelry store, he had been searching through all the beautiful gems and pearls and couldn't seem to find the right thing for his beloved. He had been through several cases of bracelets, earrings, necklaces, he didn't touch the rings for fear of that kind of commitment.

It wasn't until the very last case that he saw it. It was absolutely gorgeous. As he studied it, he realized that this was it. It was the perfect present to give her, and it was the closest thing to giving her his heart without actually doing it.

As he purchased the perfect gift, a little twang of something filtered his system as he wondered what it was. It wasn't a good feeling, it was a horrible feeling and he wanted to know where it came from! He didn't like his body being intruded by unwanted feelings and that's why he was so good at what he did. He didn't let or allow emotions in the door and if he did, they were extremely lucky people.

He walked out into the bright, sunny, beautiful day in Sunnydale California and headed down to the local Italian shop to pick up some instant pasta and some ready to make sauce, if they carried. He glanced at his watch and as he was walking down Main Street, he realized that he didn't know what time Buffy was expected home and he didn't want her to come home and have him be mid-dinner-cooking.

He pulled out his black Nextel cell phone and punched in the number 5 on his speed dial. As it rang he waited patiently until he heard the sweet honey of her voice fill his ears.

"Hello?" she asked, knowing it was him by her caller ID that he had insisted she have when he got her the cell phone. He didn't want her to pick up on any unnecessary calls one of his boys might make accidentally thinking it was his phone.

"Hey baby," he purred into the receiver as he walked along the sidewalk.

She looked at Willow in the store and mouthed, "It's him," and Willow's eyes got huge and she got excited. She was so happy Buffy had found someone and maybe he was quite a few years older then Buffy, but he got her off the drinking and the stripping, so he couldn't be all that bad, she figured.

As Buffy walked around the store and made her way in the back of the dressing room she found her conversation with Angelus to be quite interesting.

As he slipped up into their apartment, after he had walked back the two blocks, he shut the door and focused on her and decided that it was a good time to play a little game.

"Where are you?" he asked calmly, not in a demanding sort of way.

She made sure the door was locked to the dressing room in the store to make sure no one could come in while they might be doing something. She looked around the small room and sat down in the chair that the company had provided any accompanied guests that might join their friend.

"I'm shopping," she said mysteriously.

"Are you alone?" his voice was husky and lustful and she could picture him saying it the way he sounded.

She nodded her head, and told him, "Yes, where are you?" she asked.

"Uh-uh. Nope, just you. Are you in one of the dressing rooms?" he questioned her once again as he moved around the apartment and found the sofa. He laid down on his back and unzipped his black pants.

"Yes," she told him as she moved around in the chair.

"Good, what are you wearing?" he breathed sexily into her ear through the cell phone.

She looked down at her old clothes that she had thrown on before she had left the house. She hadn't dressed up today, you don't usually dress up to go shopping, that's why you go shopping, to buy dressy clothes to go out in, besides the mall.

Feeling fun, she decided to not tell him that she was still wearing her old yucky clothes and ruin his fantasy. So, she played along and whispered, "A black bra and matching panties,"

He moaned as the picture of her in that outfit sprang to his mind. She was so breathtakingly fucking gorgeous she had no idea the effect she had on a lot of guys. He was sure that she knew she had SOME effect on them, but the power and intensity behind it, only the men themselves could know.

"Now, I want you to imagine that your fingers are my dick and I want you to reach down into your pants and I want you to stick your fingers inside yourself." He ordered her.

She obeyed and really this was the only time she allowed him to order her around. It was the classic dominate- dominated game that Angelus loved to play.

"Good, now, slowly, I enter you and my cock brushes up against your clit and I fill you completely. I move my hands up above your thighs and move them to your naked breasts where I fondle them until your nipples are as hard as a diamond, and they sort of look like one too,"

She moaned at his words, aroused beyond all belief. They had had phone sex a few times but it was usually when he was out doing his "job" or away on "business".

"My mouth attacks yours and our tongues duel for dominance and finally I let you win, just to be nice and I move on from your mouth and attach my lips to your ear lobe where I suck and lick it for many minutes while you are moaning, withering beneath me, begging for me to go harder,"

"Harder, Angelus, harder," she moaned into the receiver.

He had a self satisfied smirk on his face when she actually said it and he began again, "I aim to please my lady, I thrust harder and harder in and out of you and I move my hands down from your breasts to your clit where I pinch it ever so slightly and trigger your release,"

"Oh god," she cried out.

"Buffy," he cried out at the same time as he came in his hand spilling himself all over his hand.

After they finished, Buffy got up out of the comfy seat and exited the dressing room to find Willow who was looking for a new jean skirt.

After they paid and Buffy found a black bra and matching panties to go with it, since she had promised Angelus that he could see her in the actual outfit when she got home, they paid for their clothes and were on their way back to apartment when Willow got an idea.

"Will you come to the bar with me?" She asked her friend.

Buffy looked skeptical. "Why would I go to Willie's? Especially if Angelus has something planned for me for my birthday?"

Willow put on her best resolve face and told her, "Just trust me,"

Buffy sighed and did as her friend instructed her to do.

As Willow dragged Buffy through the streets of Sunnydale and to Willie's, Angelus was just getting dinner started at the apartment.

The bar was a dingy dive. It had old florescent lights with half the letters burnt out and it reeked of stale beer and cigarettes with a hint of beer nuts. There were only three stools at the bar and the booths were occupied. Buffy, had been in her many times, while Willow had only recently been in here a few, but still Willow felt more at ease then Buffy did.

There were only a few occupants, two were a couple sitting in the respected booths and there was a lonely man behind the counter wiping it down in front of a brunette woman who was slouched over with her hand on the top of the pony-necked beer bottle of Lebatt Blue Light.

Buffy was so confused. Why had Willow brought her in here? What was the purpose and why? That was the biggest question on Buffy's mind at the moment.

Willow with a happy grin on her face, brought her over to the wall of pictures of all the customers and people of Sunnydale and there it was. A picture of Willow, Xander and little Buffy before her life had turned to shit. They all looked so happy and so care-free. Like nothing could touch them. Xander was in the middle with his big strong arms wrapped around Willow on the left, and Buffy on the right.

Buffy looked over at Willow and with a few tears in her eyes, hugged her best friend and murmured a thank you. Willow hung her arm over Buffy's shoulder and the two best friends exited the bar and walked the streets of Sunnydale back to Buffy and Angelus' apartment.

The brunette back at the bar, turned around in her drunken haze and murmured, "Buffy Summers, I need to talk to you,"

She got up off the bar stool and staggered to the door where she burped and the after taste was extremely disgusting. She made a gross look on her face and continued down the street, where Buffy was headed. There was something important she needed to talk to her about.

At the apartment, Buffy breathed and was going to stick her key in the keyhole to unlock the door but found the door to already be unlocked and through the crack, the room was dimly lit. She pushed the door all the way open to reveal several candles around the living area and kitchen lit and there were two on the table where Angelus had prepared dinner.

He was standing awaiting for her arrival and pulled out her chair to the table with a shocked smile on her face, she gladly accepted. She was so astounded that he had done this for her.

"What is all this?" she asked him.

He took his seat at the other end of the small table and said, "It's half of your birthday present,"

She gasped and he happily said, "Happy birthday baby,"

The smile on her face couldn't have been any longer or any wider as she served herself some pasta and sauce and took some break to wipe her left over sauce with. It was the one thing that she had inherited from her grandfather who had died six months before she was born. It was one of the few things that she and he had done that was similar. She was pulled out of her thoughts and pulled into the magnetic gaze of the man sitting across from her.

They ate their meal in practical silence with the occasion small talk, how was shopping, Buffy saying it was good, and she asked him what he did, besides their little phone call and he said, that he got the stuff to make dinner, which was true, he did, he just left out the going to the jewelry store.

As Buffy finished her dinner and she looked lovingly across the table at Angelus, he suddenly smirked and he prompted himself from the table and sat on one knee in front of Buffy, in the proposal position.

Buffy suddenly got tears in her eyes. He wasn't, was he? It had only been a few short months, and they hadn't even said "I love you" yet. He couldn't be serious.

When she saw him pull out a box bigger then a ring box, she let a sigh of slight relief out of her body and she relaxed. She smiled to him and tried to be as cool and confident as possible.

"I know I said it earlier, but Happy 16th baby," he said sweetly as he handed her the fuzzy grey box that his gift was inside of.

She thanked him and opened the box, the springs make a slight squeak as she lifted the lid. Inside the box was a beautiful gold heart necklace with diamonds around the heart making it sparkle spectacularly.

She gasped at the gorgeous piece of jewelry in front of her and walked over to him with tears in her eyes. She enveloped him in a hug as she sat on his lap and threw her arms around his neck. She brought her head to his face and kissed him fiercely. She couldn't have been happier if she was the luckiest woman in the world and at the moment, she felt like it.

"I love it," she exclaimed as she put it around her neck and told him that she'd never take it off.

A little while later, Buffy was rummaging through the freezer and saw that she had no ice cream and she had been having a craving all day.

"Baby, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get some ice cream," she told him.

He looked up at her and told her, "I'll go get it, don't worry about it baby,"

She shook her head and stubbornly said, "No, if you go you'll end up taking forever 'cause you'll buy something we don't need and I just want ice cream, so, sit down,"

Knowing she was right, he sat down, the more dominant part of him screaming to not let her go, but he learned not to argue with her a while ago. He watched her go out the front door and couldn't wait until she came back and he could give her a bonus present.

As she was happily whistling a jaunty tune on the way back from the store, she was crossing the street when a woman stopped her and said, "Buffy Summers, I have some lightening information for you,"

She looked at the brunette woman, who was about her height with definite intrigue. She wondered what the hell was going on and her damn Cookies N' Cream was melting. This better be good and this better be fast.

TBC…