Title: The Marriage Proposal

Author: Edel

Summary: see other chapter…

Distribution: my update group, my B/A group. If you want it on your site, just ask!

Spoilers: None, AU.

A/N: I've no idea what classes one would take if they study Law in college. All I know is that Constitutional Law is (I think) a subject you'd take if you were studying law at NUIG. I've no idea how long it would go on for either. But I'm saying it lasts for 2 hours. :P

Chapter 3

Firm lips captured hers in a brutally passionate kiss, as warm hands slowly explored her body. Her body arched as he slipped a hand under her top and caressed a breast. She raised her upper body from the bed to help him remove her silk top, and arched as he caught a breast in her mouth. She moaned, and held his head to her as he sucked.

His hand played with her other breast, while the other slowly travelled down her stomach and slipped under her skirt. Her eyes opened as she felt him slip a finger in her, stretching her. He didn't need to feel her barrier to know she was still a virgin. She was so tight around him, it took all his willpower to not rip off their clothes and slam inside her until they came.

"I want to taste you," he murmured. However, his words refused to make sense in her alcohol-clouded brain, until she felt something warm and wet moving between her legs. She looked down, and saw him waiting for her to meet his gaze. As she did, he plunged his tongue into her tight passage, tasting and exploring, and a strangled cry of pleasure erupted from her throat. Embarrassment coloured her cheeks as she tried in vain to pull his head away from the intimate spot between her legs, but he refused to budge, pushing her gently back down on the bed again.

"Just feel," he whispered against her. And she did. Her hands briefly grasped his hair and held him against her before pulling shyly away. He smiled, and blew against her. She shivered.

"Pl... please," she panted. He looked up.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Make me..." she paused, and pushed her embarrassment and hesitation aside. "Make me come." He smiled wolfishly before delving into her again. She came, her scream muffled by the pillow clutched in her hands.

Buffy's eyes popped open, and she gasped. What a dream, she thought, raising her head slightly to look around her room. She groaned, closing her eyes as someone tore her curtains opened to reveal the bright sun.

"Good morning!" Willow chirped. Buffy groaned again, burrowing her head into her pillow. "God Buffy, what did you have last night? You look like death warmed over." She paused. "Whatever the hell that means."

"I feel like it too," Buffy murmured. Suddenly, a thought struck her. "Will, what time is it?"

"After 11am. Which means you still have time to reach Constitutional Law at 12pm," Willow said, as Buffy jumped out of bed and began searching through her closet for a suitable outfit.

"You might want to wash away the stench of alcohol before you go, you know," Willow added, leaving her room to make breakfast. And the stickiness between my legs, Buffy thought, heading to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Buffy hurriedly entered the bright kitchen, and Willow looked up from one of her many textbooks for her Science course. She looked on, dismayed, as Buffy hurriedly toasted a bagel and buttered it. Grabbing an apple and a carton of juice, she put both in her book bag.

"Breakfast?" Willow asked, gesturing to the cereal on the table. Buffy shook her head, indicating to the bagel she was eating, and rushed out the front door. Willow sighed, and went back to reading over her notes.

Angel groaned as the sunlight poured in his large living room windows, rousing him from sleep on the sofa. He looked around the room, and was relieved to see it was his own apartment. He trudged into the kitchen in search of something to eat. As he sat at the large table in the dining room, his thoughts drifted to the gorgeous blonde who had caught his attention at the party last night. Anya, he remembered, sipping the strong coffee. He glanced at the clock. It was after 12pm. Surely she must have a class today, he thought. Quickly washing up after his late breakfast, he headed for the bathroom for a shower.

Constitutional Law ended half an hour early as the professor wasn't feeling well, and Buffy nearly rejoiced aloud as she exited the stuffy hall and into the warm, sunny afternoon. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she was starving, and she began to walk at a quicker pace, trying to get back to the apartment quickly before Willow left for her class at 2.

She was so lost in thought that she failed to notice the tall, handsome man also hurrying along, not paying attention to his surroundings, and they slammed into one other, spilling Buffy's books onto the pavement.

"I'm sorry," he said, bending to help her gather her books. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze collided with his dark eyes. She stood again, offering him a quick smile.

"It's okay," she assured him. He smiled at her. It's her, he thought with glee.

"I know you," he said innocently. "I saw you at the party last night. Anya, right?" She laughed.

"Um, no," she began. He narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he interrupted. She extended her hand.

"I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers," she told him as he grasped her hand, and she inwardly shivered as electricity momentarily crackled.

"Angel O'Connor," he stated. She dropped his hand, and clutched her books closer, seeming unfazed by the moments.

"But," he began, and then paused. "My friend pointed you out as Anya last night." She chuckled.

"Who's your friend?" she asked.

"William Thompson, or Spike, as he likes to be called."

"Hmm..." she pondered. "The name seems oddly familiar... and yet not." He chuckled, but his expression suddenly turned serious.

"Buffy, would it seem too sudden if I asked you out to lunch?" he asked. He saw her hesitate. "Or coffee, whichever suits," he added.

"Lunch is good," she said, smiling. He grinned.

"Great!"

They managed to grab a table at the Espresso Pump, before Angel dived into conversation again.

"Buffy," he started, and then paused.

"Yes?" she asked, pausing in eating her salad.

"I have a proposition for you," he started. "I'll explain it all to you, but please don't interrupt." He then went on to tell her how Giles died, and the conditions of the will.

"I'm sorry about your guardian," Buffy said, taking his hand in hers. "But what has that got to do with me?" He took in a deep breath.

"Spike, well, he told me about your condition."

"My condition?" Buffy asked. "I have a condition!"

"Yes, no, I mean the way you're living, how you're about to drop out of college because your college funds have been used to pay your mother's hospital bills." She immediately dropped his hand.

"You better not be saying what I think you are," she hissed. He nodded.

"It would be in name only, for three years, and you'd receive five million dollars at the end of it. Your mother would be able to receive the surgery she desperately needs and you'd be able to stay in college and graduate." He took a deep breath.

"Buffy, will you marry me?" Her eyes grew wide, and she remained silent for a few moments.

"Y-yes," she mumbled. Angel's head shot up.

"What?" he asked in disbelief. He never thought she would agree.

"Yes," she said in a stronger voice. His face broke out in a smile.

"Great! The ceremony will take place two weeks from now, which should give us enough time to get to know each other a bit better." He sighed. "I don't need to remind you that although this marriage will be in name only, we will need to make it as real as it can be. We'll need to show our love in front of family and friends, so you can count on some kisses here and there," he added with a smirk. She hit him on the arm, clearly not amused.

"Ha. Ha." Suddenly, a thought struck her. "My mom. How will we explain this to her? She'll never believe that I just married a complete stranger." He was silent for a few minutes.

"What are you majoring in?" he asked her.

"Law, why?" He smiled.

"I studied Law when I attended UC Sunnydale. You could say I secretly tutored you last year before I graduated, and you never told anyone about it because you wanted to be independent," he told her. He grinned. "This might actually work!"

"I'm not so sure," Buffy murmured warily. She sighed. "So, when do we tell everyone the big news?"

"As soon as possible," Angel answered, digging into his chicken sandwich. "It'll give them time to get used to the idea." Buffy sighed, but said nothing. Her friends would probably fall for it, but what about her mom? What have I gotten myself into? she wondered.

TBC...