Hey guys here you go with another chapter of How Dare They. I have been trying to write this chapter for a while and only recently did I sit down and finish it. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 12

Normal POV

Buffy woke up and smiled. Whenever she was with her Angel she felt safe. She looked up at him and saw that he was still sleeping. This was a first for her because usually she woke up alone or Angel was already awake and watching her. He looked peaceful and content as he slept. She got up and looked through his drawers. She loved wearing his clothes because she liked smelling like him. She found a pair of shorts that she could tell were too short for him, but when she looked at them more closely she saw that they were hers that she had worn years ago, back when they were still together. She thought she was the only one that had kept anything of his. She had some of his shirts and a black leather jacket that he had given her long ago. She loved that jacket and has worn it often.

She put on a white t shirt, that was pretty big on her but she didn't care, and the black short shorts. She walked into the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. She could only see her face and shoulders. She was going to have to deal with that because this was the only mirror that Angel owned. As she was brushing her bed hair with her fingers she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind. She smiled as she was pulled into his body.

"Still stealing my shirts after all these years?"

"I love smelling like you."

"I love seeing you in my clothes. You look gorgeous."

"So does this mean I can steal your clothes more often?"

"Well you're going to have to leave me something to wear."

"Oh that's no problem. I can't wear your pants because their too big."

"So you want me to walk around shirtless for Cordy, Fred, and all of the women in L.A?"

"Ok not gonna happen. I'll leave you some shirts and that way I won't have to kill half the women of L.A"

"That sounds reasonable."

He took her hand in his and they walked back into his bedroom. She sat on the bed as he picked out an outfit for him to wear. She smiled as he started changing in front of her. He looked so comfortable doing that. He stood in front of her in black leather pants and a tight black shirt. Damn he is hot! He always looks good in leather. He makes me want to jump him so bad. Angel turned around to see what she thought of the outfit. What he saw filled his heart with guilt.

"I can change…but not in here, in the other room."

"Why would you change? You look good in leather."

"Because the look your giving me right now is making me want to bend you over and pound into you. Don't get me wrong I would love to do that but we can't."

"Oh wow. And we can't do that why?"

"Angelus, remember, true happiness."

"Oh yeah, guess I blanked a little

"It's ok."

He cleared his throat and turned to his dresser. He picked out another outfit before entering the bathroom. Buffy stayed sitting on his bed mentally beating herself up. She was debating whether or not if she should leave the room. By the time he came out she had already gotten off the bed and made her way to the other room.

"Hey where are you going?"

"Leaving, look I'm sorry about what happened a minute ago. I wish that I would have thought about Angelus before I basically asked you to….well you know. But I'm not sorry about how I feel about you. I'm in love with you, I always will be, and that means that sometimes I am going to get hot for you. Especially when you get naked right in front of me before putting on leather pants. You know what leather does to me, so that part is your fault."

"Hey, hey I don't blame you for feeling that way towards me. I feel the same way, especially when you where my shirts. I'm sorry for giving you that impression. I'm in love with you too. And I wish I could have you in my bed again. You were amazing."

"Pfft. Yeah right. Angelus told me that I sucked so you don't have to be nice."

"Angelus twists the truth. He told you that you weren't really that good. And you weren't good, you were amazing. I've been with a lot of women and in all of my 250 years of being on this earth not one woman has made me feel truly happy. Darla was a professional and she wasn't as good as you."

"Wow. That is the best compliment you can give a woman."

"So please no more worrying. You are the one and only love of my life Buffy Summers and that is never going to change."

Tears strolled down her face as she looked into the eyes of her soul mate. She could see the love he had for her in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"That was beautiful. I love you so much Liam O'Rourke. You are also the one and only love of my life and that is certainly never going to change."

"You still my girl?"

"Always."

Later that night

Angel was sitting in his office reading a book. Cordelia took Buffy out dancing because she thought that Buffy deserved a night out. He was pretty engrossed in the book so he didn't notice when Willow walked in. She stood there watching him not saying a word. Angel, feeling like he was being watched, looked up.

"Finally, did you find anything? Can you make it so I can be with Buffy without having to worry about Angelus?"

"I looked everywhere. I even talked to the Romany who cursed you in the first place. They wouldn't change the spell. But I did find something. I looked over the original spell and I felt there was something off. There was a verse that wasn't there that wasn't in the spell I cast. I believe that Ms. Calendar changed the spell so you and Buffy could be happy. But you killed her before she even had the chance to tell Buffy."

"So my soul has been bound all this time?"

"Yes. Your soul has been bound ever since you came back from hell."

Angel was about to open his mouth before he heard another voice.

"What?"

Angel looked up into the eyes of his soul mate, and they were not happy.

So there you go guys. What did you think? I don't know how many chapters are going to be left but I know that this story is winding down. I have had a lot of fun writing this story. Hope to have the next chapter up soon. I am already writing it.