Buffy felt his eyes following her as she got up and went into the kitchen. She'd gone back into the small Italian restaurant to place an extra order after their unexpected run in with one another earlier. He'd asked if he could come by after in the middle of all the craziness that had come to pass and had been waiting to eat since. Half was waiting on him and half was being too nervous to even dare to try and fill her stomach with anything.

Buffy quickly started pre-heating the oven before going to the fridge and gathering the take out. "I never did get a chance to thank you for that," she told him as she got the food ready to be warmed up, nodding her head toward her new appliance he'd certainly surprised her with several days ago. When she'd gotten the call she'd thought someone had the wrong number at first. "You really didn't have to do that."

He shrugged. "You're welcome. It's one small thing I can do."

She shut the oven door and turned around. "You signed it 'A'? Your note?"

"Angel" he said simply.

"Angel?" she tested it out.

"Angel O'Roarke," he finished.

Buffy thought the name fit him well as she studied him. She still had a hard time accepting he was the person under the mask she'd been having these secret meetings with. She'd had a feeling he had reason for all the cockiness but good lord, the man was gorgeous. She'd felt weak in the knees long before even seeing his face so she was a giant jumble of things the past few hours... more as he actually stood there mere feet from her.

OoOoO

Buffy thought her heart was going to pound its way out of her chest before the sun came up, she was sure it'd hadn't been in normal rhythm since she'd first heard his voice earlier. She'd recognized it so easily and then she knew his body, the shape of him and everything had escalated from there.

Together they sat at her kitchen table enjoying their meal, Buffy found herself in tune with every little thing he said or did, watching closely to every move he made. He seemed to be doing the same which only made her feel more flustered. After they finished, he started clearing the table. Buffy's thighs squeezed together and she barely stifled the groan from the sensation. She felt the wet, stickiness of her panties with the movement and thought they were to a rather uncomfortable level. "Angel?" She loved how his name tasted on her lips.

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember the last time you were here?"

"In amazing detail, yes," he answered her.

"Do you remember what you said about if I asked you to stay?"

Angel turned around from where he stood at the double sink, he braced himself slightly against it as he looked at her. His eyes seemed to darken to nearly black within seconds. "Buffy-"

"Do you remember?"

"Yes."

"I want you to stay the night," she told him, her body feeling like it was covered in goosebumps as the words came out.

"I'd be more than happy to honor that promise," he told her, his voice growing huskier. "But this has been quite a night and I don't want you to regret that come tomorrow."

Buffy shook her head. "I won't. Believe me, I get all of this is fast and, well, strange and we hardly know one another but there's plenty of time for that, right? Earlier you did say anything I want to know you'll happily answer as long as you're legally able to..."

His eyes watched her as she stood up and started walking closer to him. "And that still stands."

Buffy reached for one of his large hands. "And there will a lot of that to come," she told him. "But for right now..." she moved his hand with hers under the skirt she currently had on. Fingertips brushed against the soaked garment and this time Buffy couldn't help the moan that spilled from her lips. Buffy had been day dreaming of him touching her for weeks and was sure she could explode and die right then and there and be a happy woman.

Angel bent down to kiss her, Buffy's arms both came around to wrap around his neck. She felt two of his long fingers enter her body, sliding easily inside her as if she were butter. "Fuck," she hissed, breaking their kiss.

Angel growled, picking her up. He carried her easily over to the table with his one free hand as the other continued to tease her, his lips returning back to hers. Angel sat her down on the edge of the table and her hands drew away from him, grasping at the corners.

He wasn't masking his own hunger any for her as his lips buried against hers, his tongue demanding entrance into her hot mouth as his very talented fingers twisted, slid in and out of her. "Take me to bed," she panted out as they both came up for air.

Angel was more than happy to comply with her request. He slid her underwear off before gathering her back up in his arms and started for her bedroom. He stopped in the door frame, though. "Buffy, if you're having any doubts about this you need to let me know now," he told her but she only grew more excited by the need flowing off of him in waves.

"I want you inside of me," she whispered in his ear.

He growled in response and before she knew it she was bouncing just slightly against the top of the bed. Buffy shivered as he started undressing, taking all of it in. The mysterious man in black showing up was sexy as it were, she didn't even have a word for what this was. He looked unreal as the moonlight slightly filled the room from the blinds, the black tee shirt he had on easily removed and discarded to the floor.

Buffy found her mouth slightly hanging open as she watched him finish undressing, her body aching more with every new inch of smooth flesh being exposed. Buffy gasped as he joined her on the bed in one swift action, his mouth capturing hers once more. She could feel his engorged flesh against her thigh and thought that alone could be her undoing.

Angel helped her out of her own shirt, her bra, and finally her skirt so she lay bare before him. She felt her nipples pebble up as hard as they could under his gaze as he took the sight of her in. "Angel," she whimpered. He kissed her then started to nibble and suck on her neck as his large hands cupped her creamy mounds, Buffy whined at him, she would have been more than happy to allow him to discover every inch of her body if she wasn't in such a heightened state of need. "Inside," she panted, her body twisting and arching trying to get closer to him.

"Soon," he told her softly, his mouth hovering over her breast for a moment before taking her nipple into his mouth.

Buffy moaned. "Now," she argued and felt him smile against her. She repeated herself as he gave similar attention to the opposite breast. Angel kissed down the wide plain of her stomach before his mouth found the treasure between her legs. Buffy closed her eyes, unable to watch or speak anymore. His tongue explored her inner walls and she could already feel her body shaking against him with every small movement he made. "Angel," she barely breathed out.

She felt him smirking against her. He had another quick taste before making his way back up her body. Buffy's arms wrapped around his neck and brought him down to her lips as he finally positioned himself at her entrance. In a moment of uninvited panic, Buffy stopped him just as she felt the tip of him touch her heat. "Wait!" She felt him stiffen, tension rolling off him in waves. He made an unhappy sound at her. She let out a few quick breaths. "There's not like a Mrs. O'Roarke out there or something is there?" she asked, hating the idea for even coming into her mind right now. She wondered if she'd even care to be honest if he said there was.

"No," he said between clenched teeth.

"A girlfriend who'd be really pissed off about what's about to happen?"

"No," he repeated. "Unless you're wanting to fill that position, no."

"Okay," she told him, her mind eased a little.

Buffy raised her hips, making him enter into her body. "Can I get back to fucking you now?" he asked.

"You had better," she told him and in a swift motion he filled her completely. Buffy screamed, her fingernails digging into his upper arms as she finally felt release from all her pent up sexual frustration. Angel stilled again, just watching her pleasure and he waited until she was no longer seeing stars before his hips began to move against her. Together they moaned as he slowly moved inside of her, finding a welcomed rhythm.

When Buffy's hips began to move frantically against him, Angel used one hand to try and pin her down as his own speed picked up. Buffy chanted at him to fuck her harder which he was happy as a clam to follow through with. Her bed slammed against the wall with his every thrust so hard she thought they were bound to break something. She'd already noticed some of her childhood stuffed animals had fallen from the bookshelf that shared the same wall as the headboard.

Angel's hand slipped a bit lower from her hip around to her ass, he lifted her slightly and at her new angle it took little more effort from him to send her back over the edge, Buffy screamed out his name into the dark bedroom and felt him pound against her three more times before joining her in bliss.

"We should totally do that more often," Buffy said after they'd both had time to come down from their sexual high. She heard him chuckle beside her.

OoOoO

After getting cleaned up and redressed, now into some comfy fuzzy socks, leggings and then returning to the bedroom to steal his shirt, Buffy asked, "You'll really stay the night?"

"If you want me to," he told her, raising an eyebrow as she put his shirt on.

"I do," she told him. "Do you want some dessert? I got pie?"

"I thought that's what you were," he told him and she blushed. "Or is that an offer for more?"

Buffy felt her body react to his sultry words. Her eyes looked at the tent starting to rise in his boxers he'd put back on. "You sure you'd be... up... for another round?" she teased.

"I think I could manage."

Buffy bit her lips and smiled at him. "Pie first," she announced, stepping back into the hall. She laughed as she heard him groan. She headed back toward the kitchen, her body wanting him more than anything in the world but she feared she'd about pass out if she didn't get something new in her belly and maybe something to drink first.

OoOoO

"I totally don't like them as a couple," Buffy said, her nose crinkling a bit as she looked at the television screen. Angel didn't respond so she looked down at him and smiled, he'd fallen asleep and looked incredibly peaceful. The two had taken back to her bed and had been catching up on the latest episodes of her favorite shows together. He was cuddled close to her, his head resting comfortably on her shoulder and down to her chest, his arms holding her close.

Buffy threw a small handful of popcorn into her mouth and kissed his exposed temple. She wondered how she'd gone from just being a boring secretary to all of this, never more thankful for being forgetful about something in her life as she was about that stupid phone. She wondered what exactly the future may hold for the two of them but didn't let her mind go too far into that, wanting to just enjoy what was.

She snuggled closer to him and let her thoughts go back to the show.

OoOoO

Angel felt as though his life had turned into a roller coaster ride as soon as he had laid eyes on Buffy Summers for the first time, and in no way did he want to get off of it any time soon.

He had been drawn to her more every single time he saw her and after having spent the night with her, it sure hadn't waned any. He woke up feeling more content than he had in a very long time, warm in her small bed. As he looked down at the sleeping beauty he couldn't help but think he wouldn't mind waking up to this sight more often.

Angel slipped out of bed and was soon making breakfast for the two of them. He had a twenty four hour pass to be there and wanted to make the most of it.

"I was worried you had up and disappeared," he heard from behind him as he was about finished.

Angel looked over his shoulder and felt his heart flutter at the sight that stood several feet away. "Not rid of me just yet," he told her. "Unless you have plans... I was hoping to spend the day with you."

Her face broke out with a slow smile. "Really? You can do that?" she sounded hopeful which made him smile.

He shrugged. "I can today."

"Mmm. Really now?" Buffy was beside him as he turned the stove back off, slipping around one of his arms to stand before him.

Angel put the spatula down and grabbed her up into his arms. "Good morning," he greeted huskily.

"It is now," she told him in response, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving her hips seductively.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, dipping his head down to her.

OoOoO

Angel found himself spending almost all of his spare time with Buffy after that night. There were some days that was easier said than done but neither of them ever made a complaint about it, just enjoyed whatever they could. He had surprised her by taking her out several times but truth be told the two stayed in just the two of them more often than not. Neither had any complaints on that end either.

Work had gotten heavy as they kept getting closer to their main target but Angel was there with her when he could be. Buffy had introduced him to several of her friends along the way and he even brought her to dinner with Kathy one weekend she managed to come visit. That particular move hadn't exactly been one the FBI was behind but he didn't care. It was important to him and in the end they made no real effort to stop him.

Some days it almost felt normal for them to be together.

As they kept creeping closer and closer to the end game for this mission he had a hard time pushing all the worries away all the time. He tried to not let it damper everything he had going on right now but there were times that was easier said than done. Especially as he finally admitted and confessed to being in love with her.

Buffy had actually been the first one to blurt that out one night as they came back from a movie and wound up caught in a storm on the way back. As soon as they had stepped inside, she'd taken her coat off and looked at him and he felt the world spin backwards then forward again as she told him she was falling in love with him. He himself had been trying to keep his own feelings to himself for the longest time but he couldn't help but assure her of what was in his heart as she stood there.

Angel knew there was no going back for him.

OoOoO

Angel sat, his leg bouncing, his fingers tapping lightly on the white table in front of him before standing and pacing the room again. He bounced back and forth between these two actions several more times as he waited. He hated being nervous and that was exactly how he felt right now. In his mind he tried to come up with just the right words to say to Roger, and then what in hell he could possibly say to Buffy but every time he even thought of her he felt his stomach tighten. His mind raced as he wondered why he let himself get put into such a position then his mind screamed at him for having any negative vibes toward her and meeting her at all.

This had been the longest job he'd done with the team, the first that had taken several months to complete and now that it was finally over it was hitting him hard that he had no idea of what would come next for him. He'd broken so many rules along the way and Lindsey had been chirping in his ear since Day One about it finally being the end of the road for him before they went after him for her past crimes. Angel thought just then how it'd been some time since he'd said anything like that toward him though. He and Lindsey had actually bonded pretty well it had seemed to be honest.

When Roger finally came in, Angel jumped to his feet. "Roger," he greeted.

"Angel," the older man said in return. "Are you alright?" he asked, taking him in.

Angel swallowed before he blurted out his request to at least get to say goodbye to Buffy after they went over the last of the paperwork.

"No."

Angel felt like he was going to throw up. "I'm not under arrest, that is true, correct?"

Roger sighed, sitting down in one of the black chairs. "You are not under arrest, Angel. And technically, I mean, if you want then you can go say whatever you want to your Miss Summers-"

"Good..."

"But what I am getting at," Roger butted in quickly, "Is you do not need to."

Angel stopped. His eyes narrowed. "I don't?"

"No."

"No?"

Roger put a large file down on the table. "We have decided to offer you a more... permanent... position with us, if you want it."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you've been very helpful to us. It means that we'd like to work with you more, we'd train you in other aspects as time goes on, you'd be an official member of this group."

Angel blinked, trying to take all that in.

"I am under the impression you no longer have your former place of residence but you will be free to find somewhere new to live. You will work with us, you will be monitored... There will be a long list of rules, rules in which I will give you a copy of, and as it's always been we will try to understand that sometimes working with you some rules have to be a little bent... but there will be some in which we will go over, time and time again, that are not budge worthy. You break them and this partnership will be over, simple as that."

Angel swallowed again. "You..."

"We are giving you an out, a second chance. Your past is what it is, we cannot change the things that you have done but honestly there's nothing all that interesting to me there any way other than the skill behind how you did everything."

"So... more or less you're just turning me free... and giving me a job?"

"In simple terms. What do you say?"

Angel felt the relief flood right through him. "But why? Why now?" he couldn't help but ask.

Roger almost smiled. "You have done nothing but help us since you got on board, that hasn't been overlooked Angel. And Lindsey recommended it."

"Lindsey?"

"Yes, believe me I was shocked as well. But he brought it up and every single team member voted in your favor. I actually believe that girlfriend of yours helped, too," he said. "Gave you a reason to stay on the straight and narrow, we can all see that."

Angel couldn't help but start pacing the room again. Roger again asked how he felt about the offer and if he was willing to accept it. This time he was quick to answer, "Yes." It was maybe ten seconds later before the room filled with agents happy to offer congratulations and tell him they were happy he was sticking it out with them.

"It won't always be easy," Roger stood.

Angel nodded. "It wouldn't be any fun if it was."

THE END.