Chapter Five.
"What movie is she getting?" Willow's voice asked Angel from the other end of Buffy's telephone. Well, Buffy and Angel's telephone. They were living together now. It had been only a few weeks, but Angel had already moved his few remaining positions into Buffy's humble abode. Buffy had remained faithful, and had decided to help bring Angel up to date on the times, by renting movies.
"I don't know. She didn't say. She just said there was going to be candy."
"It's probably Josie and the Pussycats." At her words Angel paused for a long moment.
"…That's… not a porn movie… right?" Willow started laughing at Angel's question, just as Buffy walked in. "Nevermind. She's home. We can't say bad things about her anymore." Angel joked. Even though he didn't sound sarcastic, Buffy knew he was. She walked over to the couch, and sat down on his lap, her lips close to his, as if she were about to kiss him, but then she didn't.
"Hey, Willow." Buffy greeted. It was amazing that she knew exactly who he was talking to, but she did. She slowly, and gently leaned her head against Angel's. To be closer to him, and to be able to hear the phone better.
"Hi!" Willow squealed cheerfully. She talked to Angel more than she talked to Buffy, so she was always excited when she got to talk to Buffy.
"Sorry, but Angel and I have to go, it's movie time. And I don't want the ice cream to melt."
"Oh!" Angel finally spoke up, "Is it mint fudge chocolate chip?"
"Oh, Honey, there is no other kind of ice cream." Buffy stated, kissing him.
"I'll, um, talk to you guys later…" Willow said awkwardly, having heard the kiss. After hearing the 'Mhhmm' from both people on the other end she hung up, and Angel did too, without breaking the kiss.
-this is when the magic happens, if you catch my drift...-
"I'm too cold for ice cream." Buffy complained. Her now bare body lying on top of Angel on the couch. He opened his eyes, smiling at her. Buffy groaned as Angel slowly moved so she was lying next to him, instead of on top of him. He reached out, his eyes half closed, he was kind of tired now. His hand finally found what he'd been looking for. The soft quilt blanket. He pulled it over himself, and Buffy, and then pulled her closer, so their bodies were pressed together. She smiled. "that's better…" Her eyes were now closed, like Angels. The two slowly fell asleep, Angel softly whispering sweet things into Buffy's hair as they did.
-That was a cute moment, don't you think-
"Angel?" Buffy called nervously as she sat up, finding that her true love was no longer beside her. It was strange that she was almost fearful now when she awoke without Angel by her side, without his comforting embrace holding her close. Today she awoke with only the quilt wrapped around her delicately. That soothed her worry, knowing that Angel had no doubt pulled the blanket up around her, in attempt to keep her warm while he was no longer beside her. She held the blanket around her as she got up off the couch, heading to her room. But she paused, as she heard talking in the kitchen. She knew one of the voices was Angel's, but the other she couldn't put a name to. It was familiar, she knew she'd heard it before, but she didn't know from where she'd heard it. She neared the kitchen, still deep in thought, forgetting all about the fact that she was naked, under the big soft fluffy quilt that she was still holding close to her. From where she stood now she could see Angel on the other side of the kitchen, peering across the way at the other person, a female, which Buffy could not see. Angel's eyes, still keen even though his senses had dulled, soon spotted Buffy.
"You're awake," He cooed, half smiling. Buffy heard footsteps coming towards the entry way to the kitchen, and she soon saw the brunette Slayer, the voice suddenly making clear sense. Faith. As soon as Faith's big brown eyes caught Buffy's she gave a small laugh.
"Nice blanket, B." She half mocked, but in a friendly sort of way. "I don't even need two guesses to find out what you two were doing before I got here." At her words Buffy and Angel both blushed. Angel had soon crossed the small bit of floor, and was now standing beside Buffy. He leaned in and kissed the top of your head. He gently let his fingers graze over the top of her back, where the blanket didn't cover.
"Angel…" Buffy mumbled, slowly moving, pressing herself against him, though not moving her arms, for fear of losing the quilt. His arms soon found their way around her thin waist. She closed her eyes.
"Uh, hello, still standing here? You lust bunnies can grope all you want when I get lost. But right now, I'm here. And I don't want to see any groping." At Faith's words Angel slowly let go, but Buffy, the ever defiant one, still leaned against Angel, clinging to the quilt.
"Why are you here?" Buffy demanded, though her demanded looked silly, coming from a girl so tired she needed to lean against her boyfriend… a girl in a pink and orange quilt.
"Well I came to visit Angel… to see if he was okay. I was worried, y'know. The condition that he left that battle in… he was pretty broken."
"But I'm fine now." Angel stated, trying to assure Faith, and to assure Buffy, who'd forgotten all about the big battle he'd been in. She'd somehow forgotten the scars that laced his body. With her left hand she still clutched the quilt, but her right hand was now gently touching the scar that had formed on his cheek. As soon as her soft fingers touched it he turned his head, so she no longer kept contact with the scar. "I'm fine now" He stated, this time pressing it more.Buffy frowned, but both she and Faith nodded.
"Well… I should go get dressed…" Buffy stated tiredly, standing up straight. She then headed into the bedroom, away from the kitchen. Angel and Faith both watched her go, but Angel's eyes were focused on a more… inappropriate place than Faiths were.
"You know what… I'm gunna… go… help her." Angel mumbled, and in an instant he was shutting the door to the bedroom behind himself, not giving Faith a moment to argue. As she heard the door open Buffy had grabbed the quilt she'd discarded, holding it around herself again. "Just me…" Angel whispered, holding his hands up in the air. Buffy hesitated, then dropped the quilt and went back to searching for clothes. Angel sat down on the edge of the bed, not even looking at her now. "The ice cream was all melted, but I put it in the freezer anyway…" Angel stated blandly, staring at the floor.
"You know you can look at me, right? I don't mind… I mean, it's not like you haven't seen it all before…" She informed him, almost awkwardly, as she grabbed her pajamas and began to dress… she planned on getting in bed anyway. "And I'm surprised you didn't eat it all yourself." She turned to look at him, smiling. He smiled too, looking up at her now, his cheeks flushed light pink, just because he felt awkward looking at her when she wasn't fully dressed, for some reason. She was right; he had seen it all before. He knew every inch of her… and yet he still blushed when he looked at her like that.
"I'm no pig. I wouldn't eat it without you. Foods always better when its food shared with you." Buffy gave the classic 'aww my boyfriends so sweet' look as she slowly walked over and sat next to him, kissing his cheek lightly. Angel paused, and then grabbed her shirt, which was lying next to him. He looked down at it for a moment, and then handed it to her. "Did I really tire you out this much, Buffy?" He asked, frowning.
"It wasn't you. Well, I mean, part of it… but I love that part, even if it does make me tired. I think the other part is the whole… pregnant thing. But I love that part too." She grinned as Angel's hand gently slid up her shirt, as he gently caressed her stomach.