Buffy felt the cold surface of the door pressing against her back, its coolness surprised her, but what surprised her more was Angel. He hadn't spoken a word, but was merely kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly he paused, only long enough to speak one word.
"Buffy..." he continued kissing her.
She interrupted. "I know…" she kissed him again.
"- we should -" Angel continued again, before reclaiming her lips, his hands sliding under Buffy's top, finding the small of her back.
"- stop… I know…"
However, neither of them showed any signs of intending to act on this.
Buffy's grip was tight around Angel's waist, but Angel either didn't care, or was too distracted, holding Buffy just as tightly too. Vaguely the pair registered the sound of raindrops falling outside. Having an idea, Angel spoke breathily between kisses:
"Outside."
Neither of them wanted to stop kissing, so Angel ended up having to carry Buffy outside, her legs around his waist. As the rain began to dampen their clothes and hair, they stopped kissing and looked into each others' eyes. Angel took in the sight of his girl, sopping and wet, hair clinging to her shoulders, her clothes hugging her small frame. He savored the feel of her body heat mixed with the coolness of the rain, and held her tightly. Buffy, meanwhile was looking down into Angel's eyes, but also admiring how the water made his white shirt cling to his toned body, how it made his hair softer, how it made drops fall down onto his face – she wiped one away from his upper lip with her fingers, and Angel kissed them.
Angel wanted to be like this forever, to have Buffy in his arms, wet and smiling down at him, his girl. He then spoke words that held passionate meaning for them both,
"You still my girl?"
Buffy entangled a hand in the wet hair on the back of Angel's neck, and moved in to kiss him, but just before their lips met, she spoke.
"Always."