Closing Time
AngelSummersForever
Chapter Seven: Something To Sleep To

Before she could think about it any further, Buffy was taken out of her musings by the shrill ring of the telephone. Quickly running to get it, she didn't bother to look at the caller I.D. displayed in neon green before her and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey." His voice seemed to have the best effects on her, one syllable out of that wonderful mouth and she was as calm as a city after a storm.

"Angel." She sighed out, sliding down onto the couch next to the phone.

There was a pause as if he wanted to say something, before, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing special, I guess."

"You sound sad. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine."

"It doesn't sound fine." The confusion in Angel's voice echoed into silence.

"So how's work going?"

"Buffy don't try to change the subject. Now tell me what's wrong." Buffy could practically see, what Willow would call, his resolve face through the phone.

Sighing in defeat, she replied, "I'm just in a mood, that's all."

"Anything I can help with? We could go to dinner or we could go to the park, we haven't been there in forever," Angel babbled slightly.

"I can't. Not tonight. But we're still on for lunch tomorrow, right?"

"Definitely."

"Have you heard from Xander and Anya since they moved in?"

"Yeah I called them Friday, Xander said they were fine but our conversation was short lived because you see apparently Anya was ready to service Xander's manhood, or so I heard. So Xander stuttered something I couldn't understand and hung up." Angel replied. He heard Buffy's light chuckle come through the phone and that made Angel smile.

"So how's everything going?" Buffy asked.

"I've been busy. I barely have time to think between work and Cordy. I'm exhausted." Angel regretted saying it the minute it was out of his mouth; things with Buffy and Cordelia had never been friendly, now that Cordy was his wife, only made things worse.

"Oh," was her soft reply.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"No, it's fine. Listen I have to go. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I love you."

"You too. Goodbye." Buffy didn't wait for his reply and simply hung up. Staring at the phone a second she briefly imagined calling him again and telling him that she lied, that she had no where to be. That the only place she wanted to be was in his arms. She would say this to him and then run out into the rain and meet him halfway down the street and run into his arms, kissing him like crazy telling him that she was done hiding from their spouses and friends and family. It was time for them to finally be together.

But she wouldn't.

She couldn't. Not now at least.

So with that, Buffy rose from the ugly blue couch Riley's mom had given them as a wedding gift and that Riley had insisted that they put in the living room, where just about anyone could see it from the front doorway, and moved back towards her chair where she snuggled in and fell asleep, dreaming of her tall, dark, and handsome best friend.

From the dark shadows of the bedroom, Riley stared at his wife, a dark, angry gleam in his eye.

This part was a little shorter then I would have liked it to be but the next chapter is going to be a flashback and I thought it might be a little confusing if I combined them together. Anyhoo, I'm sorry to say that it might be a couple of weeks until I get this next update up; my muse seems to have left me all by my lonesome and I'm having trouble getting this flashback done. But due to Spring Break next week I'm hoping to get a bunch done. Wish me luck crosses fingers. Thank you so much for everyone that reviewed.

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