Chapter Two.

"Angel?!" Buffy asked before she even had the door fully open. "What are you doing he—." Her words stopped as she felt Angels hand cover hers. It was warm, but she didn't notice that. He slowly lifted it to his chest, over his beating heart. Her eyes grew wide and for a moment he thought she might faint, but she didn't. "Angel, you,… you have a heart beat…" She muttered, dumbfounded as she started at his chest with wide eyes. She hardly even noticed when he nodded. "H-How?"

"Shanshu." Angel replied simply. Buffy's brows furrowed.

"What about shoes?" She questioned, giving a quizzical expression, causing Angel to smile.

"A prophecy, stating that when a souled vampire saves the world his humanity gets returned," He explaied. "As a reward." Buffy, at this, nodded

"O-Oh." He could tell she was still dumbfounded by his sudden appearance, and humanity.

"Yup."

"Wow."

"I know."

"That's—great."

"Yeah." Their conversation abruptly stopped as they both turned their heads to look inside, at the beeping on the microwave.

"My easy mac!" Buffy exclaimed as she ran towards the kitchen, suddenly stopping, to look back at Angel. "Wanna eat with me?" She asked. Angel gave a slight nod and entered, following her to the kitchen.

Buffy sat cross legged, staring at Angel, who was doing the same. Both had small blue bowls of easy mac. "This stuffs good." Angel commented, breaking the silence that had captured them after they stopped laughing at how horrible their lives had been.

"I know!" Buffy exclaimed, taking a bite. "I can't believe you lived your life without it!" She added after chewing and swallowing her food. Angel nodded, taking a bite himself.

"Really good…" He mumbled after swallowing. "Do you have any—mint fudge chocolate chip?" Angel asked quietly, his eyes shifting away from the bowl, where he had had them fixed moments before, to look at Buffy.

"Of course!" Buffy said enthusiastically. She put her bowl down and hopped off the counter, rushing to the freezer. She pulled it open and searched for only a moment, Angel staring at her back. She then pulled out the ice cream, a soft smile of victory on her lips. She didn't bother with bowls this time. She just grabbed two spoons and got back up on the counter, handing the second spoon to Angel, whose eyes had shifted to the ice cream.

One hour and two cartons of ice cream later a silence fell over the pair, though it wasn't awkward. It was just quiet. They didn't need to speak. They could say all they needed to just by looking into each others eyes.

"I want to kiss you…" Angel whispered, breaking the silence. Buffy's eyes grew slightly wider as she hopped off the counter.

"Do you have a hotel room, yet?" She asked, quickly changing the subject. She hated herself for not telling him that he could kiss her—but she just wasn't ready to get into that. Angel frowned at the reply he got, but shook his head all the same.

"No. I should go and—find one."

"No! Well I mean, why waste money, when you can stay with me? –Stay in my house, I mean… with me…" She said awkwardly, her brows furrowing with frustration. She just couldn't make it sound the way that she wanted it to.

"I'd lo—well, I don't—I don't want to be a burden, or anything."

"No burden. I was actually getting lonely, anyway." Buffy admitted. "With Dawn at college in Cleveland and all…" Angel gave a nod of understanding.

"Then I'd be happy to stay."

"Great, you can sleep in my room."

"With you?"

"I'll set up a mattress on the floor…"

"Oh. Okay. Or, if you want, I could sleep on the couch."

"I'm in the mood for a slumber party."

"Uh, oh. Okay…"Buffy led Angel to the bedroom, then told him to sit down as she exited the room. Of course Angel did as he was told. He sat on the edge of the light pink bed, his eyes shifting around the room. There were stuffed animals in chairs, and on the bed, and clothes all over the floor. He saw a few bras, but being the guy he is, he forced himself not to look at them, and fixed his eyes on the poster on her wall of Freddie Prince Jr. His eyes immediately narrowed into a glare at the poster. His eyes shifted around the light blue painted room, his ears listened for Buffy, when he heard her in the other room he quickly got up off the bed and ran over to the wall. He grabbed the poster and tore it down, then began to rip it up. As soon as he was done he stuffed the pieces in his pocket and sat back down, just as Buffy entered, dragging a mattress behind her.

"Hey… where'd my… poster go?" She asked, looking around. Angel gave an innocent smile and a shrug.

"I didn't see it when I came in. Maybe Dawn took it before she left, or something." Buffy frowned slightly, and then put the mattress down by the foot of her bed. She then dropped to the floor on her stomach and looked under her bed. She suddenly stood up, holding a Legolas poster. Angel cringed at the blonde haired hottie. He watched her as she put it in Freddie's place, frowning inwardly, though showing no sign of the frown on the outside. Buffy then fixed the mattress to be next to her bed. She looked over at Angel, then walked over to her closet and pulled out sheets, and a blanket. Angel stood from the edge of the bed. "I'll help you with that." He offered, Buffy handed him some of the blankets, then proceeded to put the sheets on herself. He, when she had finished, put the blankets over the mattress.

"Now," Buffy finally spoke. "I've got to change, so, er, turn around?" Angel nodded, turning around, only to find that he was forced to stare at Legolas while Buffy changed. He frowned, and glared at the poster. How could she think of him as good looking he had… messed up… eye brows? Stupid… eyebrow messed up… asshole… he'll get his… he'll get his… Angel thought. "Okay, you can turn around now." Buffy told him, tearing him away from his thoughts as he turned away from the poster. His gaze immediately softened as he looked at her in her sushi pajamas. Before he knew it he was standing close to her, snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her into, what he though, was the best kiss he'd ever given. She thought it was too, as she moved her arms around his neck, returning the kiss. Angel was soon on top of her, on her bed.