Closing Time
AngelSummersForever

Author's Note: I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up I've been busy and sick and have the worst case of writer's block but here it is and I want to thank all the reviewers. You guys are the best, you don't know how much it means to me that you took the time to review, so thanks. Also I just wanted to mention that Buffy and the rest of the gang are 25 except Angel who is 26. I think I put it in the next couple of chapters but it was brought to my attention and I wanted to make sure everything is all clear; thanks urangel for mentioning it.

PART FOUR

Angel ran his hand farther up her thigh, going under her skirt and stopping just above mid-thigh. Pulling her closer he delved his tongue further in her mouth. Hoping to find a place he had yet to explore and failing.

His other hand was supporting him, slightly resting above her head, as he propped her back against the elevator wall. She, on the other hand, had one hand on his low waist and the other up his shirt; trying to feel all of him and also failing.

Angel moved his hand further up her leg, moving closer and closer to the place of all his fantasies; to the destination she wanted the most, as she unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. Letting her lips go he started to trail kisses down her jaw and closing in on her neck.

"Angel we have to stop."

"I know. If not now--"

"Then never." She replied still fidgeting with his third button as he started sucking on her neck.

"Never sounds nice." He mumbled on her neck.

"God yes. But… the elevator is almost on their floor." She replied, forcing herself to stop unbuttoning and instead pushed him off of her.

"Baby." Angel whined moving back to her and encircling her waist.

"We have to stop. Look at us. They'll know if we continue as we were." Buffy told him, unhooking his arms from around her.

"It's your fault." Angel pouted.

"My fault? How is it my fault?"

"Look at that outfit. Jesus, baby, I was drooling when I saw you, I swear." Angel pointed out referring to her black spaghetti strapped dress that was incredibly to short and showed not a lot but enough cleavage to leave to the imagination.

"That's what I planned for." She smirked at him, fixing her hair and make up.

"That's cruel, you know? We haven't had sex or anything other then a couple of kisses in four days due to Xander's and Anya's extended visit. And you walk out of your house in that imaginative outfit from hell." Angel said again, for about the millionth time so far, eyeing her.

They were currently in Willow's and Tara's elevator, on their way from Buffy's house, to meet not only their husband and wife but also all their friends to go out. In the past couple of days the couple hadn't had enough time to even make small talk or let alone retreat to their cabin for a couple of hours. So they had to make due with what little time they had, hence the wicked elevator ride.

Angel straightened his shirt and fixed his hair as the elevator dinged. Checking himself in the shiny elevator wall, he looked over at Buffy and nodded his head to her unasked question.

Stepping out of the elevator, he leaned down and slowly kissed her one last time and moved down the hall with her by his side. Knocking on the door, the two glanced at each other one last time and readied themselves for the night ahead.

Willow swung the door open and smiled at the two, knowing what they had been up too just taking one look at them. Reaching up to Angel she rubbed the side of his mouth, taking off the barely visible lipstick and brushed his shirt. Looking again at them, she smiled and let them in.

"Look what I found." Willow said walking into the living room.

"Thank god. It took you long enough." Cordelia exclaimed.

"Oh, huh, the elevator almost broke." Buffy lied, looking around at the group, to make sure they believed her.

"Yeah but it's okay. It's fine. So are we going?" Angel asked.

"Yeah." Cordelia replied, taking charge of the plans, as usual.

"So what are we doing?" Xander asked her.

"We're going to that new club on 6th."

"Flooded?"

"Yeah that's the one. It's suppose to be amazing. So I figured we'd go check it out."

"What kind of wigged up name is 'Flooded'?" Xander chuckled.

"Xander." Cordelia warned.

"Can we just go?" Angel asked.

"Fine." Cordelia flashed Buffy a smile as she squirmed in between her and Angel and linked her arm around his and dragged him along.

The rest of the group followed heading out of Willow and Tara's apartment and towards the elevator. As they neared it, Cordelia was heard, saying, "Are you sure this thing is safe?"

"Yes, Cordelia. It was fixed just before Buffy and I even got on it." Angel replied.

"Maybe we should take the stairs. Just to be safe."

"Go ahead princess. We're taking the elevator." Xander spoke up.

"Fine. I'll just die."

"Thank god." Buffy mumbled next to Angel as he pushed the button to go down.

Hearing her comment Angel started to chuckle. "What are you laughing at?" Cordelia demanded.

"Nothing." He replied entering the elevator.

"So what if this club's a bust?" Willow asked.

"We'll just go see a movie or something." Cordelia replied, entering last into the elevator.

"We could drive down Hollywood." Anya suggested.

"NO!" All except Xander replied.

"Fine, it was just a suggestion."

"Believe me. You don't want to see that place at night. It's crazy and creepy, all at the same time." Buffy replied.

"So how are arranging the transportation problem?" Xander asked as the group exited the apartment building.

"We could squeeze into your's." Cordelia replied, referring to Xander's Chevy Suburban; that usually could fit eight, comfortably.

"Okay but Riley drives." Xander said tossing Riley the keys as the gang neared the car.

"Cool." Riley replied, getting behind the wheel of the oversized car, as Xander slid in shotgun.

Cordelia slid in behind Riley, Willow beside her, in the middle, and then Tara behind Xander. Leaving Anya, Angel, and Buffy to fit in the smaller back seat. Angel slid in behind Cordelia, Buffy sat, awkwardly, in the middle, and Anya sat next to her or tried to at least.

"Buffy, we're not going to fit." Angel said to the blonde as she scooted as close to him as she could.

"I'll sit on your lap and then Anya can squeeze in." Buffy replied.

"Like hell you are." Cordelia piped in.

"It's me or Anya. Which do you prefer?"

"Neither is sitting on my husband's lap. I will." Cordelia replied starting to get out.

"Your already up there. We can't move now." Willow said.

"She is not sitting on his lap." Riley said turning around unable to see Angel or Buffy through the rear view mirror.

"God, commanding much?" Buffy asked.

"Oh come on, guys. They aren't going to do anything. They've been friends forever. They would have tried to get together ages ago if they were going to." Xander sighed.

"Whatever." Cordelia pouted.

"Fine." Riley rumbled, starting the engine as Buffy climbed into Angel's lap, who wrapped his arms around her waist that was hidden from view by the seat. Glancing over at Anya, Buffy made sure the loud-mouthed girl wasn't paying attention to them as Angel's hand started to snake up her thigh. Stopping mid thigh, he began to slowly but firmly rub in circular motions; his fingertips barely going under the hem of the dress and then dipping back. Biting back her moan, Buffy looked down at Angel, who smirked and pushed his hand all the way up her dress; continuing his circular motions while reaching the end of her leg and the beginning of her waist.

"Man, this place is hopping." Xander remarked as the car pulled into the parking lot of the club.

As Riley found a parking spot, Angel reluctantly drew his hand out from Buffy's dress and unwrapped is arm from around her waist. Glaring at Angel for pulling the stunt, Buffy moved off Angel's lap to the currently opened car door that Anya had just vacated through. Getting out of the car, Buffy was immediately greeted by and eager Riley, who had hadn't gotten to talk to her since early that morning. Smiling at her he grabbed her hand and started to walk towards the packed club, behind Willow and Tara. Looking back, Buffy risked a glance at Angel who was being hounded by Cordelia.

"It looks kind of full. Maybe we won't get in." Willow commented as the group neared the entrance.

"We'll just ask the bouncer." Cordelia took charge, moving towards the large bald guy guarding the door, as the rest of them hung back.

A couple of short words were exchanged between the bouncer and Cordelia before she returned, saying, "He says it's a rather large club, but it is getting pretty full. So why don't we just check it out and if it's to full or anything we'll just leave."

"Sounds good." Xander supplied as everyone else simply nodded and moved towards the watching bouncer.

Moving past the bouncer, after paying of course, the group walked into the enormous club. The build was overall much like The Bronze, with a stage to the side and a overhanging balcony above most of the club and the bar in the back. But the theme was all wrong. Taking on more of jungle theme instead of the all-metal thing The Bronze had. But the size of Flooded was about five times that of Sunnydale's club.

"It's alright, in the tropical sort of way." Cordelia said a little snidely.

"So who's up for getting drunk?" Xander immediately asked, ignoring the décor altogether and looking towards the bar.

"I." Willow, Tara, Buffy, and Angel agreed raising there hands.

"Designated driver," Riley replied.

"Mature." Cordelia added, to which Xander snorted and replied, "Oh yeah."

Buffy and Angel shot glances at each other over the table. It was going to be a long night.

So there it was. Hoped you liked it.
AngelSummersForever