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Buffy stood at the entrance of the Bronze, afraid to enter. It had been over six months since she'd seen her ex-schoolmates and she was very nervous.
"It'll be fine babe. They know you're different. They know all what you've done for them. They won't judge you." Angel came up behind her and nuzzled her ear.
"Won't judge me? Teenagers? Hello, it's what we do!" She looked over at him. "Well, okay, to be fair, maybe not a couple of centuries ago."
He chuckled. "You'd be surprised. Let's dance. We dance so well together." Angel gave Buffy a look that made her unbeating heart stop. She stared up at him, he is so beautiful, she thought. It never ceases to amaze me that this man is mine.
Seeing the look in her eyes, a mixture of love and lust, his favorite kind, he pulled her back against him. "Just remember Buff,if you get any stares, it's because you're hotter than any other bitch in the place." He rubbed her backside. "Then again we can leave. I'll make you forget all about this place and these people."
She giggled. "You do every night and every day. Guess it's time to move on and be Buffy, huh?"
He gave her that wicked sexy half smile. "I guess so."
The pounding beat of the music greeted them as they entered the club. Buffy scanned the crowd, catching sight of her friends and of Willow waving frantically, attempting to catch their eye.
"Wow, flashback."
Angel looked at her in confusion. "What?"
"I seem to remember this exact scene about eight months ago. A lifetime ago."
He laughed at her. "Actually, I do remember and look at how fucking fantastic that worked out? This could be a very good omen. I mean, look at Spike and Willow. Now there's the oddest couple ever and I still think it could be great."
"Hey, what about Oz? He and Willow have been seeing each other."
"Operative word being 'seeing'. The two of them are friends. If he wasn't a werewolf or she wasn't a vampire, maybe. But things got fucked up too early for them to bond before the 'why we shouldn'ts' took over. Now Spike, he has no qualms in taking what he wants. The fact that he's been as patient as he has tells you how much he feels for the girl." He took Buffy's hand and started leading them through the crowd. "And our little Willow has the wants for him, he just scares her a little, she's not used to all the passion our boy has."
"You so sound like the dad or the big brother. We need to get away from the kids, you know? Take a vacation."
Angel laughed. "Guess being their sire bringsout my paternal instincts."
"Hmm…whatever."
Willow came running up to them. "Hi you guys. Isn't this great? It's like we never left. All the popular kids still ignore us, except now Cordelia isn't one of them. I love it. Why did we wait so long to come back? We're over there, see Xander's head? Gotta run, promised Spike I'd dance with him. Oh, he bought a pitcher of beer, I had a sip. Think we'll get into trouble?" She stopped. "Sorry, excitement rambling. Stopping now." She kissed Buffy on the cheek and gave Angel a hug before she turned back to Spike.
Spike had come up behind Willow, "Ready?"
"Oh yeah. This is so great. Just let me make sure Cordelia has my purse." She ran off in the opposite direction.
Spike shook his head. "She had a double latte before we got here. Didn't think it would still affect her like that. Oh well, live and bloody learn." He turned and followed Willow.
"Kids, huh?" Angel chuckled.
They made their way to Xander and Cordelia. Although there were several empty chairs, Cordelia sat on Xander's lap, smoothing his hair and whispering things in his ear. She turned to see them. "Well, I cannot believe you guys finally decided to join us. It's only been what? Forever?"
"Close enough. We see you almost everyday, what's the big?" Buffy was feeling a little defensive.
"That's work, save the world stuff. This is fun, blow off steam stuff. A world of difference my dear Buffster." Xander looked over to where Willow and Spike were dancing and shook his head. "Looks like I may be losing my other best friend to a vampire."
Cordelia rapped him on the forehead with her knuckles. "Hello Mr. Brainiac. Your other best friend is a vampire." She looked over at Angel and Buffy and rolled her eyes. "See what I have to deal with on a daily basis? He needs me."
The easy banter between her friends helped Buffy to relax a little and she found herself enjoying the crowd and the music. "Feel like dancing?" She looked over at her lover. She loved to refer to him as that. It made her feel wicked and decedent and very much a part of their secret life.
"Oh lover, I feel like dancing with you all the time." He stood up and held his hand out to her and she took it, relishing the electricity that charged between them. It will always be like this, she repeated the thought that ran through her head on a daily basis.
Spike spotted him the moment he walked into the club. The man stood out like the preverbal sore thumb. First off, the wanker was wearing a suit from Saville Row, not exactly a blend-in type of guy, he thought with a smirk. Had to be the watcher Angelus had told him about. He led Willow over to where Angel and Buffy were bumping and grinding on the dance floor. He rolled his eyes, those two never stopped he thought with a little bit of jealousy.
He looked over at his sire. "Yeah, I saw him when we walked in. We'll stay a little longer then Buff and I are going to Gile's." Angel turned back to his mate and pulled her a little closer, making sure the new watcher got a peek. For his efforts he got a little extra grind from his slayer. Maybe they'd stop by their place before heading over to the Gile's. He got excited just thinking about it.
Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. "I know what you're thinking, but we are going to Giles when we leave here or we won't make it until tomorrow night."
Angel growled and nodded in agreement. Sometimes it pist the hell out of him that she knew him so well. And this was going to be his life for centuries, an eternity if he had his way. He looked at her face and shrugged. So be it.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce looked at the debauchery going on around him and knew this was certainly not the place for a slayer to be. He noted just that in the small book he carried with him everywhere he went. And that young man she was being so familiar with. Well, it was totally inappropriate. He was much too old for her. Another note was made. And the friends, too many acquaintances. Simply not acceptable for a slayer of her caliber. This Buffy Summers was reputed to be the strongest and most talented slayer in written slayer history and her current watcher was lax in his control over the girl. Yes indeed, this would come to an end very soon.
He snapped his book shut and proceeded to make his way out of this very noisy and very unsuitable establishment. He looked at his watch and was shocked at the time he saw. The girl should be in bed, resting for school and for her next evening's patrol. He shook his head and snorted in disgust. First things first. Off to his hotel to prepare a report to get off to the council. Then he would contact this watcher, this Rupert Giles and find out just what exactly he was playing at. This was not the way he had been trained, of this Wesley was sure. Perhaps some sort of spell, yes this would explain much.
Angel and Spike were sitting back at the table with the Xander. "So this new watcher guy, you're sure he's here to make trouble?" Xander was munching on peanuts and looking at the three women in his life dancing together, drawing a crowd of admiring boys. The act of three hot girls swaying and gyrating was having quite an effect. "So, you think we should get the girls to stop?"
Angel and Spike turned in the direction of Xander's attention. "No mate, but I think Pops and I should move our chairs so we can see too." Spike gave Angel a leering grin. "Three hot babes bumping and grinding, I've had fantasies about this."
Angel looked at his mate. Hot, yes. His, most definitely and the boys buzzing around had better not try anything. Even though Buffy was stronger than him, his demon nature would assert itself and he'd be ripping heads off.
He turned back towards Xander. "Let them be, they're having fun. And as to this new watcher, yeah. I'm sure he's here to make trouble. But it won't be so bad if we make trouble for him first." A very wicked smile formed on his lips, which Spike mimiced, causing Xander to fight back a shiver.