Buffy remained seated as every other passenger besides her and Angel exited the aircraft before finally unbuckling the seatbelt laid out across her lap and stood up. Angel followed close behind as she navigated toward their exit, she still had no idea what to expect and her stomach still felt like it had a hundred butterflies swarming inside of it, but she had to admit it felt damn good to be back on solid ground after so long. Now she understood why she had always heard humans talking about how exhausting it was to travel, hell her and Angel had even slept a good portion and still nothing sounded better than a warm bed right about then.

Not to mention she hadn't the slightest clue what time it was, between the long flight and the massive time difference she wasn't even sure which dimension she was in. Finding baggage claim, grabbing their luggage, meeting up with their escort to the resort, it had all been sort of a blur.

Climbing into the back of the small jeep-like car which was to take them to the resort, she let out a big sigh once their bags were finally loaded and Angel was sitting back beside her. "You know, this whole travel bit of business is exhausting."

He chuckled, settling in beside her and linking their fingers back together. She didn't even bother to give him the side eye about it this time, there was no use. Instead she rested her head back against his shoulder, "I hope wherever we're going believes in coffee," she teased.

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It didn't take long for that rush of adrenaline to kick back in, the further they drove away from the city's center, the more beautiful the scenery became. Of course she had seen some of it before, but there was something different about taking it all in from a human perspective. She wasn't just catching glimpses as she snapped from place to place taking care of business, she was seeing it all, every tree, every bird, heck she was even feeling each and every bump along the way.

"And here I thought Los Angeles' streets were bad," Angel leaned down to whisper after they went over a particularly rough patch of road.

Luckily things seemed to calm once they ventured off the poorly cemented streets to the dirt path of the savanna. Their driver informed them that it was a bit of a drive to the resort Angel had chosen, but he had also mentioned that there was no telling what wild life they may catch a glimpse of along the way, especially since the resort was within a wildlife refuge, protected from poachers - at least to the best of their capabilities- it wasn't unusual to catch a glimpse of a herd of elephants or some other wild creature lurking about.

"So, umm," Angel cleared his throat, "Should we be concerned, about-about lions or anything?"

A hearty laugh immediately burst out of the driver, "I don't think the two of you will have much to worry about where you're going. The E&E is one of the most luxurious and romantic places you'll find this side of the Nile. I guarantee you and the misses will have the time of your lives."

"Oh we're not…" Buffy smiled, trying to think of the right words to say. She looked to Angel for some sort of guidance but he just sat back and smirked, shooting her a quick wink in the process. "We're not actually married," she finally settled on while not taking her eyes off Angel.

The driver glanced at the two of them from the rear view, "Aye well, perhaps you'll be a step closer to walkin down that aisle once ya leave."

Buffy couldn't shake the feeling that there was something oddly familiar about their dark skinned driver. Not in a physical sense, she had definitely never seen him before, of that she was certain, but still there was something about his mannerisms, the way he spoke. Honestly he reminded her of Doyle in a lot of ways, though that wasn't it either. After a while she gave up on trying to figure it and let herself get lost in the view surrounding them.

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Angel finally felt like he was able to release the breath he'd been unknowingly holding once they arrived at the resort. Even though it had stellar reviews and the driver had done nothing but rave about the place he was still worried they were going to pull up to some nightmare hole in the wall. Privacy being of utmost importance, each of the bungalows stood separately, private staircases led to a balcony with its very own jacuzzi.

There was a separate living area, and kitchenette, the only caveat to the place being that even though there were two beds as he'd requested there was only one bedroom, which in his mind kind of defeated the whole purpose. He wasn't sure how well he was going to be able to handle being so close and yet so far from her as they drifted off to dreamland. The bathroom only caused his anxiety about the matter to increase, everything seemed to be made for two. Double rainfall showerheads in the custom stone shower, along with another two person jacuzzi. He could see why this place attracted so many honeymooners.

After the baggage handler had brought all their bags up and they were finally left alone, he walked up behind where she stood in front of one of the floor length windows. "See anything interesting," he questioned, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He felt her tense, but after just a moment or two she seemed to relax, shaking her head against him. "No, I'm just taking it all in, I can't believe how beautiful this place is. It must have cost a fortune," she glared out the corner of her eye.

He shrugged, tightening his arms around her, "Worth every penny," he whispered, his lips brushing lightly against her ear. He was beyond grateful that she wasn't pulling away from him just now, or putting that old familiar wall back in place, but they hadn't exactly come to any sort of concrete conclusions about what they were or weren't doing here on the plane either.

Turning in his arms she brought her hands to rest on either side of his neck. "What am I supposed to do with you?" she questioned softly, her eyes inadvertently dropping down to his lips. She could feel her heart starting to do that weird fluttery thing it did whenever she was close to him, the last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind when it came to where she saw the two of them. Too much had happened between them to just shut him out the way she'd been doing, but that still didn't change all of the unknowns.

"Kiss me."

As much as everything inside of her was screaming at her to run, to push him away, to listen to the voice of reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do it, not this time. Her need for him was too strong, now she knew what it felt like to kiss him, to feel him against her. Raising up on her tiptoes she tilted her head and barely grazed her lips against his before pulling back turning her head the other way to try and keep some semblance of control. "I don't know what's happening here," she admitted though.

"That's part of the fun," he promised in his own whispered voice. "Figuring it out." She could feel his arms holding her tighter, her attention being drawn right back to him. Before she could say anything else, his lips were on hers again. Gasping from the increased force behind his movements, she stilled for a moment as his tongue swept inside of her mouth, unsure of what to do.

After a couple moments passed, it seemed like her body had a mind of its own, somehow or another her mouth seeming to know how to respond and she just let herself get lost in the feel and taste of him all over again. Every single time he touched her or looked at her, kissed her.. it all felt so foreign and unknown to her, and yet at the same time it all felt like it was almost what was supposed to be happening, like she belonged right here in his arms.

She wasn't sure how exactly it all came to pass, but it wasn't long before she found herself off the ground, her legs wrapped around his, his hands holding her in place just under her bottom. And then the next thing she knew, he was carting her over to the closest place to sit down, holding her steady on his lap in the oversized chair they'd taken up in.

Feeling a hardness starting to form underneath her, Buffy moaned again, though only fully broke away from him when she became too desperate for air. Hands on his shoulders, she couldn't seem to help it as her hips pressed her body down against him, seeking more. "I like how this feels," she whispered so softly she wasn't entirely sure he had even heard her until his eyes widened.

Blushing some, she felt like she had an okay-ish idea of how human relationships worked in some ways, and she had seen a countless amount of movies during her time on the planet, but once the words spilled out of her she wished she could just stuff them right back in. "Sorry. I shouldn't h-have said that," she told him, her cheeks only deepening in their color.

Angel quickly shook his head, nearly smirking as he reached back for her. "That's exactly what I want you to say," he whispered before his mouth slanted across hers.

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A large packet of menus and delivery services were brought to them, with apologies it hadn't been returned to the room earlier, and Buffy's stomach automatically started to growl once her eyes fell on some of the glossy photos across most of them. Reminding him of his previous promise to feed her properly once they were on the ground, he nodded, telling her to pick out anything she wanted before excusing himself to go take a shower.

Truthfully, he was feeling starved once he took note of their offerings as well, not minding one bit their special offers with some of the local eateries, and a long shower and probably trying to get at least a couple hours worth of sleep in since all this traveling was really starting to catch right back up to him... but he was also wondering how far things could have gone had it not been for that knock on the door.

And there was a deep fear inside of him still lingering that at any second she'd just close him off again.

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Staying well after the point the water had turned cold, Angel found Buffy setting up a little picnic-like area for them on the floor back in the living room, his eyes watching her rearrange their food no less than three times before she even noticed him standing near.

"It felt like a better idea when I started."

Shaking his head, Angel came closer, dropping down to the laid out blanket. "Everything you do is perfect," he told her softly, brushing a loose strand of her golden locks out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. "Now, what exactly did you go and order me?" he asked, having given her the go ahead earlier to surprise him.

At that, she seemed to lighten up a little, she patted for him to go over to his proper pillow seat.

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After about the fifteenth time she had yawned or almost fallen over now, Angel urged her to go take a shower, change or just go lay down if she wanted while he hopped on clean up duty after they were done. Not even feeling able to move at first, she watched him take what leftovers they had off to the kitchen and set them inside the little fridge they had to use on their stay.

After prying herself up off the floor so he could get to the mess she'd made of some of the extra blankets and pillows, she yawned again as she dug through her bag to find some sleepwear to change into. Staring at the large shower, she decided only after undressing to at least attempt to wash some of the grime from the day off of her, hoping she wouldn't find herself falling asleep in there, falling over from it and busting her head or something too.

Closing her eyes, she let the warm spray wash over her, already feeling some of her muscles finally relax.

Her mind, however, was anything but.

Blushing at herself in the mirror once she cleared it from steam, she pretended she wasn't just imagining Angel having stood here not long ago, or of him in the shower. Quickly doing her best to dry off enough, she changed and finished getting ready, placing her used clothes off in the small hamper, turning the lights off and padding on bare feet back to the bedroom.

Sliding her bag off the bed, Buffy didn't waste a lot of time crawling underneath the warm, inviting covers, burying herself in the surprising softness that awaited her.

It wasn't but a couple minutes before Angel joined her, his eyes seeming to take in every inch of the picture she made as he crossed over to his own bed, the look he was giving her took all she had not to shiver under. Swallowing hard, she watched as he lowered himself onto his bed, his legs hanging off as he looked back to her.

"I haven't actually ever slept in the same room as someone else before," she blurted.

"Never?"

Buffy thought back but then shook her head, nothing coming to mind about such... the closest being falling asleep beside him back on the plane. And that whole situation had ended with more than either of them had bargained for. The idea of being around him for so long, being under the same roof as him the majority of the time had already been weighing on her mind since she agreed to all of this, but actually sharing the same room as him seemed to be asking for nothing but trouble.

Angel didn't say anything as he laid back, mimicking her same position from across the way. Fighting back the urge to hop from the warmth of his own bed and take the few steps into hers, he took a steadying breath before speaking, "Well if you get lonely," he grinned lifting his covers slightly, but he didn't get to finish whatever it was that he was about to say due to the pillow she tossed his way, "Just offering," he laughed easily, tossing the pillow back her way.

It was scary how tempted she was to take him up on his offer. There was something about being close to him that made her feel untouchable, like nothing bad could ever happen to her as long as she was wrapped up in his arms. Fate, destiny, the powers, all things that normally took up so much of her day to day life didn't seem to matter when she let herself get lost in him. Though, each time when reality came crashing back down sheer terror coursed through her each time she thought about the ramifications of what she was letting happen here.

"Goodnight, Angel," she whispered softly before pressing the small button on her nightstand to turn off the lights. Forcing herself to close her eyes, she tried her best to keep her thoughts on anything except for the man in the bed across from her as she felt herself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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Angel laid awake long after he noticed Buffy begin to softly snore across from him. Never in his life had he ever felt the overwhelming urge to put someone before himself, to make sure that she was happy, that she was safe, to share his life so openly just to get the slightest smile from her. He was exhausted no doubt, but he couldn't shake the day's memories from his mind, the plane, how her small hand worked him while countless others surrounded them. Then later after they'd arrived how she'd let him carry her over to the large arm chair and have his way with her, how much she seemed to enjoy it too.

A part of him couldn't wait for tomorrow, but a bigger part of him didn't want morning to ever come, he wished more than anything there was a way to slow down time so that he could draw out every single moment with her. Back in Los Angeles it had been so hard to break through her all business exterior, even though he'd managed to a few times she was an expert at slamming that wall back up. Since they left though, there'd been a change in her, almost like she was just as tired of fighting whatever it was brewing between them as he was. He just hoped that the new day wouldn't bring another change in her attitude towards what was happening with them. One thing was for sure, he was certain he was long past the point of even pretending to enjoy another woman's company, afterall how could he after everything today.

After letting his gaze rake over her one more time, he finally forced his eyes shut. He wouldn't be any fun come tomorrow if he didn't get some sleep, and they had one hell of an adventure waiting for them. Not to mention the longer he laid there watching her the more he had to fight the urge to go pulling her into his arms, and no matter how badly he craved just that he didn't want to pressure her into anything she wasn't ready for.

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She could feel consciousness trying to claim her once more, fighting like hell, she tried her best to stay safely tucked away in her own little dream world. Though no matter how hard she tried, safe confines of sleep began to fade being slowly replaced with thoughts and memories if just where she was. Her mind had just begun to spin with thoughts of panic and embarrassment over everything that happened the day before when she felt a warm body pulling her closer. Snapping her eyes open, her first thought was to start chastising him about sneaking into her bed, except it wasn't her bed they were in, it was his, and despite how much she tried she couldn't for the life of her remember how she'd gotten here.

His arm tightened around her waist as he snuggled closer behind her, as far as ways to be woken up this one certainly landed somewhere near the top of her list, but it still didn't mean that it should be happening she tried to remind herself. She was just trying to come up with a plan of what to do, of how she could sneak out of his bed, of his embrace without waking him when felt his lips pressing softly against the skin just below her ear. She tensed for a second, but it was useless, it seemed no matter how hard she tried she couldn't fight the way her body responded to him. A soft sigh even escaped her when he continued his journey, leaving a trail of hot random kisses all the way down the slope of her neck to the top of her shoulder.

"Angel," she gasped when his hand dared to slip beneath the smooth silk pajama top she'd worn to bed the night before. Everywhere he touched seemed to tingle with electricity, and though the logical part of her brain knew she should be pumping the brakes on this whole scenario, she just couldn't form the words to tell him to stop. She heard him mumble some incoherent response, then almost before she knew what was happening he was pulling her beneath him, rolling on top of her and lazily capturing her lips as if in some attempt to mute any objections she might have.

He'd told himself he was going to behave, that he wasn't going to push her into anything, and he wasn't, but waking up and feeling her pressed so intimately against him, well there was only so much a man could resist, especially when it came to her in his bed. He wasn't sure when or how she'd gotten there and quite frankly he didn't much care either, not with the way her tongue was slipping into his mouth, drawing his own out to play. Had they been in any other position, doing anything else than what they were, he wouldn't have been able to fight the feeling of satisfaction ballooning inside.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered after she'd been forced by the need for air to pull away. He could see the faintest blush tinting her cheeks when she finally managed to make eye contact with him, but much to his enjoyment unlike times before she made no moves to pull away. Instead he felt her small fingers wrap around his neck and tangle in the small hairs she found back there.

Still not trusting the words that were swirling around inside of her, she gently tugged against him, bringing his mouth back down to her own. Her thighs on either side of him, she couldn't help but get utterly lost in everything about him. Squeezing her legs tighter around his warm body, drawing him in even closer to her. She gasped against his mouth as she felt his hardness press against her center, a sensation she was becoming more and more comfortable with, and yet sent her mind, body, and soul all into a massive spiral every time they found themselves in such a position all the same.

Angel's large hand settled against her hip, easily angling her just a little but enough that it made her entire leg twitch and drew out a low moan from each of them from the contact. Angel's lips never seemed to leave her though, dipping down to take advantage of her exposed neck as she arched deeper into him.

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The alarm blasting through the room just barely managed to raise the fog he was happily under, panting heavily. It took him even a few seconds to place what the sound was, or why. Reaching over, he hit the damn contraption until it stopped chirping angrily at him before letting all of his attention fall back to the beauty encased underneath him. Kissing her with just a little less urgency, he tried to clear his mind and calm his body down a little. As much as this right here was nothing short of heaven as far as he was concerned, he knew better than to get too carried away. If this was going to be all he needed it to be between them, it all had to be done right.

There was nothing wrong with some early morning heavy petting, though.

Easing things down, Angel popped a quick kiss onto Buffy's nose, enchanted in absolutely everything about the damn woman flipping his world on its head time and time again. "You look better in my bed each and every time," he said with a laugh and earned another one of those famous pink blushes from the blonde.

Buffy squirmed a bit under his gaze and scratched absently at her hair. "I don't even remember how I got over here," she admitted.

"Mmm, must have been fate, a wish come true maybe..." he said with a big smile before kissing her once more, already seeing her trying to roll those pretty eyes of hers at him.

Forcing himself to pull away, Buffy's eyes seemed to become glued to the tenting that remained in the front of his pants. "I-I th-thought we didn't have a-any plans for today," she barely seemed to get out and he was pretty sure he swelled to new records as her meaning hit through him.

Clearing his throat, Angel nodded. They had a number of adventures booked for this trip but today he'd made sure to leave them open in case they were still too tired or whatever from the journey, hoping they could relax a bit more and try to adjust to it all. However, sleeping forever wasn't bound to help, and he had heard her go on about some giant breakfast platter that was as big as the table enough times that when he wasn't dreaming of her, he sure was picturing this magical meal, so he had planned to attempt getting there to surprise her this morning.

It seemed a lot less important right now, even as he told her of his plan. When the other option is being tangled up with this woman, any other option fails to be of any importance he was learning day after day.

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