Summary: It's 1968 and Angel has found a moment of perfect happiness. Just what it means for Buffy remains to be seen. Not happy with the title, so this may change. Will take place at the beginning of Buffy/Season 2, but will deviate from original story line. Almost totally AU. Buffy/Angelus. And Darla's still alive.
Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment
"I guess you and Angel made up, huh?"Wllow was in the process of pulling several books out of her locker, none of which looked familiar to Buffy.
"Um, yeah. So what class are these books for?" Great, she thought, another book list I've lost.
"Oh no, these are personal." Willow excitedly went on to explain. "I borrowed these from Giles. Books on spells and conjuring. All white magic stuff. And Giles said he'd train me, I'm so excited!"
Buffy laughed as she took a couple of books from her best friends' arms. "I can tell. Only you could have personal books that weigh more than our text books. Ugg! They weigh a ton."
"So Miss Summers, who are we trying to impress? It's obvious to anyone who knows you that you'll never crack open one of those books."
Buffy narrowed her eyes at the snarky man. "Principal Snyder." She only acknowledged his presence.
"I hope you know Miss Rosenberg, being in the company of Summers here could quite possibly drain IQ points. I'd hate to see that happen to someone with your potential."
"Buffy's very smart Principal Snyder! You…you…" She stumbled for the right words.
"See what I mean? Move along young ladies. Classes are out and I know you, Miss Summers have no extra curricular activities to speak of." With that last barbed remark he turned and left with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"That guy is such a…a… dickhead!"
"Willow! Wow I have never heard you use such language before." Buffy laughed. Don't worry though. I don't really know what he has against me, but I look at him as a lower, much lower level demon. A pain in my ass, but not a big problem." She easily hefted five of Willow's books.
"Hey, wanna go to the mall before heading home? Mom sent me birthday money that is burning a hole in my backpack."
"I'd love to! We haven't been shopping in like forever. And maybe you can help me find something a little non-willow to wear."
Buffy's eyebrow shot up. "Non-Willow? Why? I love willow-wear."
"Well, I kinda have a, well I guess you could call it a date." Her eyes sparkling, she smiled at Buffy.
"Oh m'gawd! Such news and your just telling me? Okay, who, what, where, when? Who?"
"You already asked who."
"Just get on with the juicy details." Buffy unlocked her car and stowed the books in the trunk. Once they were seated, she turned to Willow, "Give!"
"Okay, well. You know that cute guy, Oz? He plays guitar for Dingos Ate My Baby?" Willow's eyebrows going up with the question.
"Yeah. Cute, kinda quiet, very cool. Hair changes color. Right?"
"That's the one! Anyway, he said he was going to ask me out on a date, so I told him I was going to say yes. It was all really witty. And then he asked me out for Friday and I had to tell him no, so embarrassed. You're surprise party and all…" Willow turned redder than her hair. "Ooops! Oh Buffy. Please rewind and erase that. I should never speak the week before an important event."
"Like I didn't know? Please. Since when does Cordelia ask me if I prefer green onion or ranch dip? A class survey my ass." Buffy turned into the mall parking lot. "Oh, a close space just opened up!" She hit the gas and effectively cut off two mini-vans to get the prize position. "Great driving, huh?"
"Umm…great."
Willow had a strange look on her face. "What's wrong Will?"
"Oh nothing." Willow released the death grip she had on the door handle. "Just saw my life flash before me and it didn't include any smoochies from Oz."
"Willow, please. I'm a very safe driver. I'd never put you in any danger and I was here first. Come on, let's shop and talk. I wanna hear the rest of the Oz story."
Her eyes got dreamy. "Oh, the Oz story. Long story short? I invited him to be my date at your surprise party."
Two hours later the girls left the mall with several well thought out purchases. Buffy had slightly scandalized Willow with her stop at Victoria's Secret. She had bought a beautiful cream colored silk camisole with a matching thong. "It's just in case Will, it never hurts to be prepared."
So Willow bought an emerald green cami with a pair of hi-cut briefs. "So not ready for a thong."
After two hot dogs and one cheese on a stick along with a large lemonade, Buffy dropped off Willow and headed back to her place to get ready for patrol.
Didn't look like she'd be seeing Angelus tonight, but maybe that was a good thing. She'd been with him almost everyday since they'd met and she felt her dependency, this insatiable need growing at the same rate. It was an almost physical thing. So, no Angel today, she could do it. It was a good thing. A quick patrol and an early evening. She should get rested for her big "surprise" party tomorrow.
Buffy opened her front door to find Angelus sitting on her couch. So much for good intentions. She dropped her bags and ran to him. He had risen and caught her mid-air as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
"Happy to see me?" He laughed.
"Didn't think I'd see you today." She mumbled while planting kisses all along his face and neck. "Missed you." She found the juncture between his neck and shoulder and bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough for Angel to feel the need emanating from his mate.
Buffy didn't know what compelled her, but the need to mark him, to let him know he belonged to her was too strong to ignore. The urge became instinctual and she found the spot. It was almost a memory and she bit him. She was shocked at the intense need, the hunger, but Angel responded and Buffy knew it was time.
He carried her to the bedroom and quickly discarded both their clothes, Buffy too filled with desire to think coherently. She thought momentarily of her new camisole, but it dissolved quickly as Angel pulled the covers off her bed and laid her against the cool sheets. Then his cool body joined her bringing her heat down a degree or two. But it began building once again when he touched her.
She lost all sense of reason as Angelus began his erotic assault on her body. It was a deluge of mouth and tongue and fingers and hands. Her panting and moaning became a cacophony of sexual response. Angelus wasn't sure that once he took her he'd be able to last very long. She was so responsive, urging him along, arching her body into his. Without thought, her hands and mouth moved to match his ministrations and he knew he'd lose all sense of thought soon and move into pure sensation.
It was time, Angelus neede her now, he positioned himself between her welcoming thighs, intending to go slowly. But Buffy would have none of his gentleness, not now. Her need was so intense, she raised her hips and pushed into him, her extreme moment of pain was soon replaced, taking both of them to a plane of sensation neither of them knew existed, over and over again.
Waves of receding fervor threw them on-shore only to have the tide of their passion take them out to deep waters again and again.
With a moment of conscious thought Angelus knew he should stop, but another maelstrom hit, taking with it all sense of reason. In almost 250 years, he had never experienced anything like this and he knew she was his reason for being.
Buffy finally knew what she was. A slayer, yes. But also the woman of Angelus, a master vampire. And it all made sense to her. She could go on with her calling, the isolation, the responsibility. Because she was joined with him, they were no longer two beings, they were one and this was their ceremony of completion, their marriage for all intents and purposes. This was her final thought before she was swept away once again by his endless thrusts.
Buffy heard the bell ringing. Did she fall asleep in class again? She opened her eyes and the memories came flooding back. She looked at the sleeping form next to her and felt a rush of heat permeate her body. Wow. He was something. She tugged lightly at the sheet, exposing his muscular back. This was her man, her lover, her life. Wow! She stretched, feeling sore muscles she didn't even know she had, but it was a wonderful soreness and she wanted to relish this moment, the feeling.
What was that noise? She looked at her alarm clock, oh no! she had forgotten to set it last night. Well, to be honest, she did go to bed in the afternoon. What time was it? 2:00? No, not 2:00. Buffy was so disoriented, she wasn't sure what was going on. The phone, it was the phone. She stumbled out of bed, Angel grabbing her wrist, "Let it ring."
"I can't. I didn't go to school. I am in so much trouble." She fumbled with the phone. "Hello?" Her voice was very groggy.
"Buffy? Are you okay?" It was Willow. "I tried calling you all morning, but I couldn't get out of class, Snyder locked all the gates. I think that's like a fire hazard. Anyway I told Nurse Richards that you were ill after eating two hotdogs and a cheese on a stick and you probably couldn't get out of bed. I told Giles the same thing. Are you okay?"
"Oh Willow, you are the best ever. We'll talk later, okay? I need to call the school. Sick to my stomach, huh?"
"Food poisoning should work. Are you okay?" She repeated.
"I'm more than great Willow. Carpe diem."
"Oh wow! Buffy, oh wow!"