Buffy had been tracking the demon, and had, as yet, not come to face it.

"What's your problem? Demon social calendar all booked up? Can't squeeze me in?" she punned.

With a sigh, Buffy began to head back to Angel's. If this demon was a no-show, she'd much rather be spending her time with Angel. He was worrying her. She had never seen him act this way. And yet, she remembered how she could feel the heat building between them, the intensity of the situation, and yet, he had stopped them. Why? Buffy was so deep in thought that she failed so see a certain nasty creeping up behind her. But it did not attack; it merely began chanting, its eyes rolling hideously in its head. Buffy only managed to spin around and begin a pun when she clapped her hands to her head and collapsed, but she was not dead, her vision began to blur, to be replaced with a scene…

Angel was standing alone in a graveyard, obviously waiting for someone. Buffy walked over to him, but she soon noticed she wasn't there, at least physically. Her body was invisible, and thus, she could move around without disturbing the events taking place before her eyes. It didn't mean she couldn't feel, however, for she felt her heart clench as a familiar woman made her way to Angel.

"My Angel, the moon, it speaks to me; it says Spike doesn't like me visiting you... pss pss pss."

"I don't care about roller-boy right now Dru…" Angel snarled, and his face changed to his famous sexy sneer. Buffy watched, heartbroken, as Angel's hands slipped around Drusilla's waist, and he brought her to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Buffy watched, heart breaking with every second she watched. But it didn't end there. The scene began to dissolve, replaced with a new one.

She was in Angel's apartment, and this time, she was corporeal, but try as she might, she couldn't make a sound.

She noticed that Faith was slouching casually on his bed, and a smirk tainted her face. She was watching Angel, and was shocked to see that he was undressing. He was removing his shirt, and as he did so, he moved towards Faith. Buffy watched in horror as Faith slid her hands up Angels back, hands gliding over his tattoo. Buffy yelled out defensively, only to remember she couldn't be heard. That was her Angel. She was the only one allowed to touch him like that. Angel moved in and kissed Faith, and Buffy stared in horror as passion built and built, both of them getting deeper and deeper into the kiss. Buffy also watchedm in horror, as Faith removed a stake from the leg of her pants. No – she wouldn't. Faith plunged the stake deep into Angel's back, and he yelled out, shocked, before he turned to dust. Buffy was in so much shock that she didn't notice Faith smiling down at the pile of ashes that was previously Angel. Buffy began to cry, deep racking sobs that made her small body shake. The scene began to blur slowly, but Buffy didn't notice…

Thrown back into reality, she was weak. This demon attacked her in a way she had not thought possible. It had accessed her fears, and shown them to her. All of a sudden, she heard it come toward her, its large claw extended, looming over her, ready to gut her. But she couldn't fight it, she was a wreck. Tears were still moist on her face, and instead of facing the demon, she ran, and only managed to get away with a gash on her shoulder. She ran blindly and arrived at Angel's apartment fairly quickly. She didn't want him to see her like this, and at the same time, she needed his arms around her. She needed to feel him. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be. She instead fell ungracefully to her knees, and cried. Angel must have heard her, for seconds later he was scooping her up, and taking her to his bed. She clung to him. She never wanted to let go, and he sensed that.

"Oh my god, Angel, I-"

"Shh, rest. We can talk about it tomorrow." He suddenly noticed her cut. "You're hurt. Let me-"

"No," Buffy interrupted. "I want…" she trailed off. What did she want? She knew the answer. "I want you." They sat on his bed, staring into one another's eyes, and both reeling from Buffy's comment. Of course, Angel wanted her too, more than he could bear. Just waiting for her had been agony. He pushed aside all thoughts of his nightmarish visions from demon-guy, and placed a hand on her cheek, caressing her skin with the pad of his thumb.His voice then becamehusky and dry, changed by the heat and intensity that burned between them.

"I wantyou."

Buffy couldn't stop herself. She put both hands on either side of his face, caressing his angular jaw line. Angel didn't hesitate either, and she moved closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, so that she was now sitting facing him on his lap. She leaned in and their lips touched, softly at first, but it soon became desperate and passionate. As they kissed, she moulded herself into him, as one of his hands sought out the small of her back, massaging the skin he found there, the other cradling her head delicately. Buffy slid her arms around his neck, and entangled one of her hands in the hair on the back of Angel's neck. For long minutes they kissed, but Angel was now feeling like Buffy was wearing too many clothes. Still kissing her, he stood up, supporting Buffy, her legs still wrapped around him. He found a wall, and shoved her against it, his lips finding her neck.

Buffy was also thinking that clothes were becoming an unnecessary item. As she felt her back hit the wall, she slid her hands down the bare skin of his back, and found his belt. Still kissing him, she found the front of the belt, and undid it, throwing it on the floor. She began undoing his pants when Angel began slipping the straps of her top down her shoulders, replacing the clothing with kisses. Raising her arms above her head, she helped Angel ease her top off, revealing her bra. Angel kissed her neck as he slowly put Buffy down, locking his arms around her waist again, possessively drawing her even closer, feeling her smooth skin on his. Buffy took this opportunity to remove Angel's pants. Angel put his palms flat against the wall, watching as she slid down, taking his pants with her, before she sharply stood up again, and reclaimed his lips. Moaning softly, Angel decided it was Buffy's turn to lose her pants. His hands moved from around her waist to her belly. He traced small circles on her tummy with his fingers, eliciting high pitched moans from Buffy. He slipped both hands down either side of Buffy's pants, moving them down her legs, kissing the newly uncovered skin. Buffy held Angels head in her hands, and was finding it hard to stand up; her legs were turning to jelly. Angel, as usual, read her like a book, and after standing up again, lifted her onto him, her legs gripping around his waist. There was no softness, only desperation, hunger, want. Angel made his way to the bed, and Buffy soon found herself lying on a very familiar patterned bedspread. They looked into each others eyes; both silently asking themselves if this was the right thing to do, both of them knowing they didn't care. Angel lay on top of Buffy, cherishing the feel of her skin on his. He kissed her tummy, her neck, and her lips, those lips!He needed to get that bra off… now. He lifted her, pressing her small frame against his, and Buffy turned her head to nibble Angel's earlobe. He learnedly undid her bra, feeling the garment loosen. Buffy moved back, and slipped the bra off her shoulders…