Summary: AU. Angel O'Connor has just moved to Sunnydale to be a professor at UC Sunnydale after his divorce with Fred Burkle. Buffy Summers who is always been known around the campus as the "easy teacher" is smitten when she first sees Angel. And when Angel firsts sees Buffy he is taken by her.
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The blonde ran her fingers along the arm of the good looking sandy haired young man she was with. Buffy went tiptoe and kissed his lips.
"Mmm. What was that for?" Grey blue eyes twinkled down at her as she settled back in her high heels.
"For last night Karl." Buffy leaned down to pick up the bag she had placed on the floor.
"See you Thursday?" Buffy smiled up at him and he couldn't resist.
"Anytime babe."
Buffy Summers waltzed down the large hallway of USC Sunnydale with a smile on her face. Last night had been a blast and she wanted more of th….Who the Hell is THAT?
Crossing her line of vision and disappearing through a doorway was the most incredibly handsome man. Buffy practically ran the rest of the distance and grabbed hold of the doorway to stop from falling into the room; her duffel made a soft thud against the frame. She peered into the university lecture room but couldn't see him. Craning her neck further she glanced around the corner and there he was.
He stood tall with his back to her as he wrote something on the board. Buffy squinted.
Napoleonic War 18th Century. Weapons.
As he turned she darted back in trepidation before peering back in. She was just in time to see him bend over a long bag; his hands reaching inside. Buffy leaned further to see better and it was then that her heels betrayed her and her ankle turned.
"Ow!" she yelped as she stumbled into the room dropping her bag. Reaching for her foot to rub it she teetered and nearly lost her balance again. When she was done hopping about she remembered where she was and straightened to see tall, dark and gorgeous staring at her.
"Are you okay?" he asked but it took awhile to sink in as she stared into his deep brown eyes.
"Miss?" Buffy heard this low deep sexy voice asking her something.
Buffy blinked and found her own voice. "Oh yes, thank you." She put her foot down gingerly to test it.
"My heel twisted I guess." She took a step.
"See! It's okay." Buffy looked up again. "I'm Buffy by the way and you are?"
"Me? Oh! Sorry." The musket he was holding went carefully onto a felt cloth that covered the desk.
"I'm Angel."
He held his hand out and Buffy was taken aback. It was a little old fashioned but what the hey. She took another couple of steps and took hold of his hand and promptly lost herself in the depths of his dark eyes.
"Did you say Angel?" she asked several long moments later. Breathe she told herself, breathe and when she could she added, "It's a pretty name."
Angel O'Connor held the hand of this beautiful blonde woman and was entranced. Her eyes were of hazel with the hint of gold and green standing midst the most luscious of dark lashes. He blinked and finally let go regretting the loss of contact.
Buffy felt the loss as soon as his hand withdrew and hastened to continue the conversation.
"I gather you're the new Professor of History and," she indicated the board, "your teaching aid is a musket?" Buffy went to the desk and ran a hand lightly over the weapon.
"It looks pretty authentic."
"Ah…it is." Angel found it difficult to think. "It's a family heirloom."
"Some family huh? What they go back to the dark ages?" Buffy teased smiling up at him.
"We're Irish and yes we all go back to the dark ages; even you." Angel smirked as he approached his bag and retrieved a sword.
"You don't sound Irish."
"No? I've been in America too long I guess." Angel smirk faded and a smile replaced it.
Buffy admired Angel and the sword and thought the looked like someone out of legend. A hero ready to save the damsel.
"Nice sabre!"
"You know your weapons," Angel conceded admiringly. "Are you a teacher here?"
At his words Buffy suddenly remembered the time. She looked at her watch and saw that she was late. Faith was going to kill her.
"Oops! Sorry! I gotta go Angel." She scooted back and picked up her fallen duffel.
"Wait!"
"I teach self defence and I'm very late!" Buffy was out the door her ankle forgotten.
Angel stared after her, a little dazed by the encounter.
Faith had started the class on their katas by the time Buffy had changed into her sweats. Her friend glared at her as she took her place beside her.
"Sorry," she whispered going getting into position.
Faith shrugged and mouthed, "Tell me later."
After the last of the class had left Faith cornered Buffy. "Okay, 'fess up. Was it Mark or Don or no wait, could it be Karl?"
"Neither Faith and thanks for covering." Buffy grabbed her towel and headed for the showers.
"You can't say that and leave B." Faith caught up with Buffy.
Buffy grinned mischievously at her friend. Faith was dark where Buffy was light. The two girls were so different in looks and temperament and yet they had formed a friendship that was deep and lasting.
Faith's dark hair curled about her shoulders as she pulled off her Tee. Her sultry good looks drew admirers and her body called out "come and get me." Faith was a strong woman and so was her friend Buffy. They feared no one and taught self defence to college girls and the occasional boy that needed the reassurance of being able to handle themselves in a difficult situation. Both girls could attest to the fact that when the crunch came? It paid to have the moves.
"Come on B, spill!" Faith said as she ducked into the shower.
Buffy dropped her underwear and stepped into the next stall.
"There's a new professor about. He started today and I sorta ran into him."
Buffy shampooed her hair and thought of the handsome Angel O'Connor.
"I take it he's hot?" Faith shouted through a rinse.
"Oh yeah!" Shampoo ran into her eyes and Buffy flinched.
"So when's the first date?"
"I haven't got around to that yet."
Faith had started on conditioning. "You're slipping B. No date yet?" she laughed.
"I was late," Buffy grumped and managed to clear her eyes. "But there will definitely be a date."
"Poor guy!" Faith commiserated. "He's a goner for sure."
Buffy finished and dried off. Faith stepped out of the shower and both girls dressed.
"What's his name Buffy? Do you even know his name?" Faith pulled on her panties.
Buffy chuckled as she wrestled with her bra.
"Yeah I do thanks. It's Angel."
Faith frowned. "What sort of a name is that? Is he Mexican?"
"No! God no!" Buffy was laughing hard now. "He's Irish."
"Angel? Isn't that a girlie name? Is he you know?" Faith waggled her wrist. "Gay?"
"Hell I hope not. What a waste of man flesh if he is." Buffy didn't think he was gay but now Faith had her worried. What if he was? She had better make a move and find out.
Faith giggled at her friend. Buffy was worried now and Faith loved teasing her. Buffy was known as 'easy' around the campus. Buffy knew it and Faith knew that she pretended it didn't worry her. Buffy was never one for a 'relationship.' Buffy was in for the thrill, the hot sex and many men. Faith liked sex but she didn't take college boys to her bed. She had had her fair share of boyfriends, she was no prude but Faith looked for some one to share her life with. It didn't stop her dating but dating was a means to an end. There was pleasure but also a search for commitment. Faith hadn't found The One yet but she was sure it would happen. Buffy on the other hand didn't want to believe that The One existed. Her father had left when she was in Junior High School and Buffy had learned that men were unreliable. Her father had left behind two scarred and vulnerable women and hadn't looked back. Buffy saw the men her mother dated and they had been losers. Joyce had been prepared to do just about anything to have a man in her life and Buffy was determined that she was the one who was going to be doing the using and the men were going to be the losers.
Angel loved teaching. He loved history and combining the two was magic. He was a good teacher and the students seemed to enjoy his classes. As he packed away his teaching props he knew that the men in his class and maybe some of the women liked the hands on approach that he offered. To be able to see and wield a sword and handle a musket, all authentic, from the 18th Century was not exactly the norm and they loved it.
His books and weapons safe in their bags Angel made his way to his car in the teachers' parking lot. Angel patted his black convertible lovingly. The top was up due to the hot Californian sun and his pale Irish skin that was susceptible to burning. His gear went into the large trunk and Angel got in behind the wheel and headed for home.
As he drove Angel thought about Buffy, the strange young woman who had virtually fallen off her heels and into his lecture room. She was attractive with a slight turn in her nose. It was her eyes that drew him. Large, hazel with a hint of mischief and Angel couldn't stop thinking about her. When he finally noticed his street approaching Angel started. Where had the last couple of miles gone? He shook his head. He was attracted to Buffy and he had known her what, all of five minutes? This wasn't going to end well.
The next day found Buffy waiting for the new History Professor to finish his class. She leaned against the wall out of sight, falling into the sound of his sexy voice. She barely heard the words she was so caught up in her own personal fantasy that Buffy nearly missed his exit, in the rush of students he was only a step behind the last.
"Hey!" Buffy called as she pushed away from her leaning post.
"Angel!" she said when he didn't acknowledge her.
He stopped and turned and oh yeah, he was still as gorgeous. Buffy gulped. This was silly; she wasn't an inexperienced school girl she told her inner self.
"I'm going for coffee and I wondered if you would like to join me?"
When he just stood there not saying anything she added hurriedly, "You're new in town, I'm not; maybe you need a friend?"
Angel felt the weight of the briefcase in his hand. The intriguing young woman from yesterday was asking him for coffee and he was mesmerized… Oh!
"That'd be great," he said breaking out into a smile. "Where?"
Buffy smiled back and led the way to an outdoor area on the campus. There were tables and chairs in and out of the shade provided by trees. Buffy insisted on buying the coffee and carried it over to the shaded table that Angel had picked.
Angel was entranced by the vision that made her way towards him. From his shadowed place he could see her hair glowing in the sunshine, Buffy's lids were half closed against the brightness and her smile was golden. Angel felt like he could watch her forever.
"One black." She passed Angel his coffee and settled down with her own sweet concoction.
"Thanks." Angel took a sip grateful for something to do other than stare.
Buffy bit her lip and he found that endearing. She took a big breath.
"I'm Buffy Summers by the way. I thought I should at least introduce myself after running off like that yesterday." The skin around her eyes crinkled as she smiled at him.
"I teach self defence to the students; I live with my friend Faith who is also my teaching partner; I am a native Californian, I'm 26, I'm single and I'd like to ask you out on a date." It all came out in a nervous rush. God! What was wrong with her?
The smile Angel gave her was worth the babble. "A date?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah." The more Buffy gazed at the man the more she wanted him. A horrible thought hit her. Maybe he was already involved with someone-or-worse-maybe he was married. Her eyes quickly darted to his left hand and she sighed in relief. No wedding ring. There was a silver ring on the other hand though; she couldn't quite make out the design.
Angel liked the way Buffy babbled, he found it endearing. She was nervous and even though she had asked him for a date, it was apparent that she wasn't used to being so forward. He decided to take a chance.
"You don't even know me."
"Well, I know your name, where you work and that you are Irish and you have a good education. What more do I need to know?" Buffy quirked a brow back at him mentally crossing her fingers.
"Okay, you got me there. When and where?"
Buffy relaxed. She had made it to first base and if she had anything to do with it she would have him by the end of the date.
"I'm free the rest of the week."
"Is Thursday good for you?" he asked taking another sip of his coffee. Angel wanted to take her out this very night; he was smitten with her. However he didn't want to appear too needy. Women hated that.
Buffy thought, darn! Today was Tuesday. Okay not soon enough but it will have to do.
"Thursday is fine. I know Sunnydale so I'll book the restaurant and you can pick me up at eight."
Angel nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You don't say much do you?" Buffy said.
He blessed her with a smile. "Sorry."
The silence stretched so Buffy gulped the rest of her coffee and stood. Angel followed suit and they both stood a little awkwardly. She opened her mouth to ask if he was free in the next hour or so but Angel beat her to it.
"Thanks for the coffee; I'll see you on Thursday."
"Yeah sure." Buffy handed over a card that she carried, it made dating easier when her name and address and telephone number were at hand.
The card took him by surprise but Angel departed with a smile.
Buffy watched him go. Damn. She would have to wait two days and she wasn't happy. Buffy decided to head for home when a familiar figure appeared. "Spike?"
"Hey Buff, headed home?" The handsome blonde asked.
Buffy changed her plans instantly. "I was going for lunch actually."
Spike put his arm around Buffy's and kissed her cheek. "Care for some company?"
Buffy glanced about to see if the new professor was still around. Her eyes went back to Spike's blue ones.
"Okay, that'd be great. The café in town?"
Buffy smiled at her sometimes lover. She and Spike had a thing where they slept together occasionally… no strings attached. It suited the both of them; both free to pursue other sexual conquests. Maybe the day wouldn't be a total loss. Buffy leaned into Spike as they walked. He curled his arm until his hand brushed the top of Buffy's ass. Oh yeah.
Thursday night saw Angel standing at the door of the home of Buffy Summers. It was an ordinary house on a nice street. As he waited at the door Angel smoothed his black shirt and brushed at his jacket. He was nervous; he hadn't dated in a while, not since….
The door opened and a vision of loveliness stood before him.
Angel blinked. "You look…..amazing," he managed to get out, and she did.
Buffy had on a satin red dress that swathed the curves of her body in a silken caress. It showed off her shoulders and the rise of her breasts tantalized his eyes. He gulped. He could feel his body responding.
"Come in." Buffy stepped back and beckoned him in her eyes raking over his tall dark form. The jacket would have to go.
"I hope you don't mind," Buffy said as she led him through the house into the dining room. The table was set for dinner for two, candles lit and waiting.
"I couldn't get a booking at the restaurant I had in mind so I thought why not cook something here. You like?" Buffy gestured at the table.
"Uh, yeah, sure." Angel barely noticed the table his eyes were feasting on Buffy.
Remembering something he brought his hand from behind his back to present Buffy with a small bouquet of lilacs. God he was such a girl!
Buffy was surprised and delighted. It had been a while since anyone had given her flowers. Her smile eased his concern a little.
"Angel they're lovely. Thank you. I'll go put them in water." She disappeared into the kitchen and hurried back with a small water filled vase.
Angel hadn't moved but he had given the room a once over in the short time Buffy was away. Buffy placed the flowers on the table between the candles.
"Can I take your jacket?" Buffy tilted her head to look up at him.
Angel shrugged off his jacket and handed it across. Buffy hung it on the back of a chair.
"This way." They went into the kitchen where something bubbled on the stove.
"You like Italian? It's about the only thing I can cook, at least that's what Faith says."
Buffy stirred the sauce acutely aware of the black silk clinging to Angel's muscular form. She was getting hot and it wasn't just the heat from the stove. She needed something to cool off.
"Would you like a wine Angel?" Buffy asked going to the refrigerator. She held the door open waiting for his answer.
Angel tore his eyes away from Buffy's satin clad curves to look into her eyes.
"Yes please," he gulped. "That'll be nice." Angel was a wreck. What the hell was this girl doing to him? He hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Buffy pulled the bottle of red out of the fridge and Angel winced internally. Red wine was supposed to be at room temperature but there was no way that he was going to spoil this for her.
"Shall I?" he asked as she placed the wine on the counter.
Buffy chatted all the way through dinner with a passion that kept Angel quiet. He was happy to let her do all the talking quite content to watch her smile and laugh. It had been awkward at first, Angel reluctant to divulge anything about his personal life so they had settled on life in Sunnydale and all that it entailed.
The spaghetti was delicious and the simple strawberries and cream complimented the meal. Buffy made the coffee and they sat in the living room sharing the couch. Buffy had managed to get a laugh or two out of Angel and when he smiled her knees turned to jelly. She wanted to know more about this mysterious man; she wanted more; period. Buffy leaned into his side as she sipped her milky beverage. He glanced down into her face and she was caught up in his dark eyes. Her lips parted and her mind screamed, kiss me!
Angel leaned in and kissed those beautiful lips before he could stop himself. The moment they touched he felt something flow through him. The world spun and Angel felt as if he had been flung far away from everything. Angel felt Buffy respond and the kiss went from gentle to hungry.
A hot wet pain slopped against his chest and he started breaking the connection.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Buffy had spilt her coffee and it was burning into his chest.
Buffy jumped up and ran for a cloth in the kitchen.
She yelled, "Take off the shirt before it burns!"
Angel was already doing so peeling back the silk to avoid any more pain. Damn it! Now she would think he was a clumsy fool.
Buffy came back with a damp cloth and towel to see Angel stripped to the waist. She swallowed. He was pale but oh so toned. Angel was leaning over the couch to check for spillage and his tattoo came into view. She stared for a moment trying to make sense of it. When he straightened she moved.
"Are you burned? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm such a clutz." Buffy reached out to touch his chest when Angel took the cloth from her outstretched hand.
"It'll be fine, don't worry about it." Angel dabbed at the burn and the cool cloth eased the pain. Looking down he saw a faint red mark. "It's nothing serious."
"Are you sure?" Buffy leaned in for a look. She got a really close look and felt the heat rising in her again.
"I'm fine…I don't know about the shirt though." He held it up and Buffy forced herself back.
"I'll clean it for you," she offered but he shook his head.
"No, please. I can take care of it." Angel looked about for his jacket. "Perhaps I should go…"
"No! Don't!" Buffy took a breath. "I'll get another cup and we can finish our coffee. Please?"
Not quite comfortable but unwilling to upset the evening further Angel relented and sat back down. Buffy scooped up her coffee and flew into the kitchen and was back before he could change his mind.
Buffy carefully sat beside him and took quick sips of her coffee. She set her cup down on the coffee table besides Angel's shirt and the cloths she had provided.
"I see you have a tattoo. What is it? I haven't seen anything like it."
Angel finished his drink and set aside the cup. "It's the family crest, a mythical creature."
"Can I touch it?"
Angel looked into her luminous eyes and couldn't say no. He turned his back so that she could. Feather light Buffy ran her fingers over the tattoo and followed the lines in the pattern.
"It's beautiful."
Angel felt every touch and it burned like a fire. He didn't want her to stop and he shivered.
Buffy was lost in the play of shadow against skin as her fingers devoured the dark lines until she felt him shiver. Taking charge she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the A of the design.
"Buffy." Her name was silk on his breath and Buffy responded.
"Angel," she breathed and he was facing her and kissing her.
God he was kissing her and Angel lost all reason. Her lips on his back had been divine and he wanted more. As one the melted against each other and Buffy brought her hands to his chest. Angel had a hand in her hair and drew her closer. Needing air the kiss broke but the connection remained. Buffy was drowning in the dark chocolate pools of Angel's eyes and Angel was swimming in a sea of green and gold. Air was inhaled and lips came together once more and passion grew.
Angel brought his other hand to the side of Buffy's face and cradled her as the kiss deepened. Buffy was on fire and need was all consuming. Her hands moved down to his waistband and her fingers struggled with his buckle.
Angel broke away when he felt Buffy's hands at his waist.
"What are you doing?" he panted. He had gone too far. This was a first date and Buffy wasn't that kind of girl.
Buffy fingers still on his belt smiled seductively at him. "What's the matter lover? It's just a bit of fun."
The words splashed over him like a cold shower. Angel pushed Buffy away as he scrambled to his feet. Those words…no, not again.
"I have to go now. I'm sorry Buffy; I shouldn't have kissed you like that."
Angel swiped up his shirt and almost ran to his jacket shrugging it on in a hurry.
Buffy was confused. This was happening too fast and it was all wrong. She stood.
"What's wrong Angel? Why are you leaving?" She reached out for him as he bolted for the door.
"Thanks for the lovely meal Buffy," Angel was practically stammering. He wrenched the door open and was gone with a parting "sorry" hanging in the air.
Buffy stood alone in her living room wondering what the hell had just happened.
Angel drove off in the direction of his home at breakneck speed. Buffy's words, Darla's words replaying in his head.
"What's the matter lover? It's just a bit of fun." Angel groaned. Not again, please.
After the third knock, Spike cursed and got out of bed and opened the door to find Buffy with a troubled expression on her face.
"Luv, it's past midnight, don't you think it's a little late for a visit without calling first?"
Instead of answering, Buffy just grabbed his face and attacked his mouth kissing him roughly, while trying to lead them to the bedroom. Once the lack of oxygen became a problem, Spike stepped away and looked at her with worry written all over his face.
"Pet, are you sure you're okay?"
Buffy just smirked and threw him on the bed, straddling him. Quickly she got rid of her shirt and started rubbing herself against him "Do you or don't you want to fuck me, Spike?"
With a sound that resembled a growl, Spike grabbed her hips and pushed her roughly against his erection, lowering her body to his so he had complete access to her breasts.
"Luv, you're about to get the fuck of your life".
Not even bothering to say hello to the girl sitting in the living room Buffy went straight to her room, throwing herself on the bed with a deep sigh. Moments later the door was opened abruptly revealing Faith standing on the doorway, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
"Oh no, don't you dare!" She went to the bed and grabbing Buffy by her arm she made her sit.
"You called me, god knows at what hour, all hysterical babbling about something, now you gotta tell me what the hell happened"
When she saw Buffy wasn't going to answer she took a deep breath trying to relax. "B, you had me really worried. I came here and you were gone, I thought something bad had happened to you".
Once again Buffy didn't answer, she simply grunted with her eyes fixed on the floor. Faith grabbed her face and looked at her dead in the eyes. "Buffy, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong".
"You know about the date I had tonight with Angel, right?" At Faith's nod she continued "Well...Itriedtoseducehimandheturnedmedown" She let out in a rush.
Faith tried to hold in her laughter, she really did, but in the end she just burst out laughing "That's what had you so upset?"
More laughter came but when she saw Buffy wasn't in the mood for jokes she quickly sobered "B, you shouldn't worry so much. You know that every man in town is dying to get into your pants".
Buffy stood up and started to pace. "I know that, Faith! Where do you think I've been since I called you? At Spike's".
"Then what's the problem, Buffy?"
The blonde suddenly pouted, "That I want HIM!" She whined.
Faith was having a hard time trying to understand Buffy; she had never seen her so upset over a guy before. Maybe she...no, Buffy was not the kind of girl that fell for someone. Not that Faith minded if Buffy finally found someone to settle down with. She was kind of tired of having to defend Buffy everywhere she went; Sunnydale was a small town and no one seemed to mind their own business. Also, she knew that deep down Buffy wasn't as happy as she wanted people to believe with the promiscuous life she led.
Suddenly a smirked crossed Faith's lips, "What's our saying, Buffy?"
Buffy looked up slowly, a smirk of her own on her lips, "Push...until he pushes into you"
Both girls laughed out loud. "That's my girl!"
Thankfully Friday was a free day for Angel and he kept to his house. There were papers to go over and that kept him busy for most of the morning and by mid afternoon he had finally unpacked the last box and tidied up. The place was as neat as a pin; the cleaning had kept his mind of Buffy and the date they had shared. Angel was pleased with his efforts and answered the door with a welcoming grin.
"Doyle, good to see you. Come in." Angel stepped back to let in his boyhood friend but Doyle stepped into his arms and gave him a manly hug.
"Good to see you too boyo." Doyle slapped him on the back and stepped past.
Angel blinked at him. Not many people got that close to him but Doyle had a way about him that defied everything. Doyle was a genuine guy and Angel considered him his best friend.
Angel picked up Doyle's duffel and followed him into the house.
Doyle whistled as he looked about. "It's a fine place you got here me lad. Now where's the good stuff?"
Doyle threw himself onto the couch and Angel dropped his bag and headed for the fridge. He brought back two beers and after nudging Doyle's feet off the coffee table sat down and shared a drink.
Doyle's looked at the label after taking a long pull. "Not Guinness but it'll do."
Doyle looked at his friend, Angel was quiet with his drink and Doyle grew concerned.
"So what weird and wonderful things have you got planned for us this weekend eh? How many pubs are there and are there any good eating places?"
"I don't know Doyle, I've only been here a week. Arrived on Sunday, started lectures on Monday, unpacking when possible and it's now Friday."
Taking another swig that finished off his bottle Doyle said, "Still you must know somebody here. You must eat."
Angel swirled his beer. "I cook."
Doyle got up and crossed to the kitchen.
"Help your self," Angel called.
"Thanks I have." Doyle came back with another beer.
"Angel you gotta get out man. Get the lie of the land."
"I…went out."
"You did? When where and details, you're killing me here." Doyle sat forward waiting for the juice.
Angel sighed and leaned back. "Last night, we had a date; we ended up having dinner at her place. End of story."
"Who is she man? Come on, does she have a sister?"
"I won't be seeing her again."
Angel looked so downcast Doyle had to pry. "What happened?" he asked gently.
"It was Darla all over again."
"But you only had the one date? A bit early to tell innit?"
Doyle knew the story of Darla, Hell he had been around for the fall out.
"She said it's only a bit of fun."
Angel got up and brought back another two beers. Doyle was surprised, Angel didn't drink much and for an Irishman that was too weird.
"And was it?"
Angel stared at his friend. "If it was someone else maybe…"
Doyle snorted blowing bubbles up his nose. He tweaked his nostrils. Angel didn't do casual sex. In fact the guy had become celibate since his divorce.
"You feel for this girl."
There was a long moment. "Yeah I do. There's something about her Doyle, I've only felt this way once before and now it seemed as if it could be again. I thought she was sweet, shy, and sincere and she went out of her way for me." Angel guzzled his beer.
"I guess I was wrong." Angel sat back and stared off into space.
Doyle watched his friend brood. Darla had been Angel's first love. She was blond and beautiful, vivacious and she had set her sights on Angel. He had fallen for her the moment he saw her and fallen hard. Being the gentleman he was, Angel had wooed her and taken his time to get to know Darla, or so he had thought. They had finally gone to bed together and Angel knew that he was in love. He couldn't wait to introduce Darla to his folks. His parents had flown in from Ireland that weekend to see their beloved son and to attend to business. Angel's Dad ran a successful family business and the O'Connor's were wealthy because of it.
Angel and Darla met up with his folks for lunch and were intending to meet again for dinner. New York was such an amazing city, full of stores begging to be seen and Colleen, Angel's mother had taken advantage and said she would meet them all at the restaurant. Angel had gone to the hotel early to speak to his father about his intentions with Darla to find his girlfriend in the process of trying to seduce his Dad. His father was embarrassed and hurt for his son and after a shouting match Angel realized that his father, an honourable man, was telling the truth.
Angel had turned to Darla, hurt and angry. Her parting words as she hurried from the room were, "It's only a bit of fun Angel. We're all adults here." He was devastated and embarrassed beyond belief that his folks had been used as pawns in her sick game. He didn't date for a very long time. Angel finished his degree and moved to Los Angeles.
When Angel met Fred, she was sweet and dark and innocent and safe. Angel liked her and thought he could be happy with her. Winifred adored Angel but realised early in their marriage that Angel didn't share her passion. He loved her in his way and was a caring husband, but Fred needed more. She needed that fire, a love that could be returned. Winifred O'Connor found it in Wesley a close friend of Angel.
Now Doyle couldn't understand this part of the whole mess. Fred and Wesley were drawn together and spent a lot of time in each other's company. Angel didn't seem to mind, he wasn't jealous. And before things got physical Wesley declared his love for his friend's wife expecting a beating but all he got was "I hope you make her happy."
Angel was relieved when Fred found a love she deserved and although their friendship remained strained, he wished Wesley and Fred well. Wesley had proved an honourable man and honour was something Angel valued above all else. Wesley still taught linguistics at the university and Fred was a physicist there. Angel felt bound to leave and had settled on Sunnydale where he could still be a part of the USC curriculum. Los Angeles wasn't too far away from his ex wife and friends but enough so that Angel life could begin anew.
Doyle finished his drink and pushed up from his chair he needed to cheer the man up.
"Show me the bathroom and let's get out of here. We'll see the town together."
Angel looked up at his friend and couldn't help returning the bright smile beaming down on him.
With Doyle freshened up, the two men drove around Sunnydale in Angel's convertible. It didn't take long to see the town, a quick stop at the market for beer and another at a hamburger joint saw the two friends eating their snack and downing their drinks at the beach.
The sun had set and both men were wading through the water's edge taking a stroll.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Angel asked looking out at the ocean, the stars beginning to show through the last of the day.
"You're a poet," Doyle answered but yes he did find it beautiful.
"Not really."
"At least you can draw so that's something isn't it?"
Angel laughed at his friend. "You make me laugh," and it was good.
The two Irishmen swapped stories and Angel got reacquainted with his folks through Doyle.
The next day dawned, became midday before anyone stirred in their beds. Doyle who was a lot worse for wear slept on unaware that Angel had risen and had commenced a work out in the large room he had designated for such. Angel practiced with sword and martial arts finding it soothing and relaxing. The discipline of training eased his tension and Angel lost him self in the perfection of movement.
Unaware across town, Buffy was training as hard as she ever had. Faith had volunteered to partner her but after a few hard blows from Buffy had left her to it. Buffy had gone to Angel's room and was met with emptiness. Yesterday she had walked the long path to the administration building to see that the Professor did not have classes scheduled for Fridays. Buffy was despondent. She had used Spike, although the sex was good, it hadn't been enough. Buffy wanted this man, a man who had refused her advances. It intrigued her and Buffy always got what she wanted. So the sexual frustration was getting sweated out in the gym.
Doyle had finally badgered Angel into taking him to The Bronze. Doyle had noticed a flyer tacked in a window of the bottle shop and thought that a night out would do his brooding friend a world of good, not to mention fun to be had for Doyle. So the two men dressed up or down in Doyle's case, a lime green shirt and brown leather jacket not quite fitting while Angel always fastidious in his appearance had on a royal blue shirt with a faint intricate design and his calf length black jacket and matching pants. Doyle knew that the girls wouldn't give him a second glance with Angel around but at least he would be in the vicinity when they did look. Angel shifted uncomfortably on his feet as they breached the crowd and din of the night club.
"Tell me why we're here again?" he practically shouted at his shorter friend.
Doyle grabbed Angel by the arm and pulled him through the throng of young people. A band he did not know and didn't want to had the stage and the floor was thick with gyrating dancers. He spied a couple of seats in a dark corner and pulled Angel over. As he had anticipated every girl they passed gave Angel the once over and in some cases the twice over but Angel was busy trying to disappear. A couple of the men smirked when they noticed Doyle's hand wrapped about Angel's wrist. Doyle pushed his tall friend into a chair.
"I'll get us some thing to drink." Before Angel could reply Doyle was swallowed up in the moving mass of people.
Angel slumped further into the shadows but a determined young lady approached his seat.
The red head swung her hips to the deafening beat. "Fancy a dance?"
Angel shook his dark head. "Sorry, I don't dance."
Not put off the woman asked, "Is this seat taken?"
Angel nodded. "Yes it is. Sorry." He gave her a weak smile and the young lady was in love.
"Is there anything else?" The coolness in Angel's voice pulled her from her brief fantasy.
"Oh, sorry," and she disappeared.
Doyle was back with two beers. "Did I miss anything?"
"No."
Doyle groaned. This was going to be fun. He sipped his beer but Angel hardly touched his. Doyle brightened when a couple of women stopped before them.
"Would you like to dance?" the blonde asked.
"No" Angel.
"Yes!" Doyle.
The two women looked at them both, giggled and shaking their heads moved off.
"See what you've done!" Doyle was disappointed.
"Doyle! You go and find some one to dance with. Go have some fun!"
Doyle was tempted to take Angel up on that offer but he saw how uncomfortable his friend was and reconsidered.
"No, it's alright. I came to spend some time with my best friend and time I will spend."
Doyle stood; his bottle empty. "Another?"
On the shake of Angel's head Doyle made for the bar. Angel sat there his thoughts drawn to his date with Buffy Summers. How could he have misread the girl that much? He thought that she was that someone special and had ventured out on his first date in forever and now he felt the heartache of what could have been.
It was a while before Doyle got back to his seat. He had been waylaid by a nice young thing at the bar, had a number he could call, and was making his way back when he noticed a couple of beauties on the dance floor. The young women were surrounded by a group of men as they practically made love to the music and to the males, swaying and gyrating in a manner that no man could resist.
The beer slopped as he put it down. "Angel man, you gotta have a peep at this!"
Doyle pulled his reluctant friend to his feet, no easy task Angel being heavier and bigger than Doyle. Angel could see above Doyle's head as they pushed past the crowd that seemed thickest around the perimeter of the dance floor.
Angel stopped short. There in the centre was Buffy and he presumed her friend Faith. The erotic moves the girls were making were verging on the indecent and Angel felt his body warm even though his mind screamed slut.
Doyle yelled over the din obviously enjoying the view. "They're something aren't they?"
Angel couldn't take his eyes off them. Doyle noticed.
"Something wrong?"
He turned to look at the blonde and then back to his friend.
"Is this the girl?" he yelled.
"It's Buffy," he whispered.
Doyle leaned in. "What?"
"Buffy Summers." Angel spoke louder.
"Who's the brunette?"
"She must be Faith, Buffy's house mate."
Doyle turned with renewed interest to watch both women dance. Perhaps it was Angel saying their name, which would have been impossible to overhear, but Buffy looked over to where the two men stood and froze with her arms above her head. Faith's head followed Buffy's and she too stopped dancing. Faith leaned in to say something and both women started in Angel's direction.
Angel found that his legs could move after all and turned to leave. Doyle ran after him and grabbed his arm again. He sympathized with Angel, this Buffy was trouble but Doyle liked the look of the other girl, Faith.
"Angel! Stop! Don't let this ruin our evening out. Besides I could get lucky here and you owe me. I'm not asking you to double date…all I'm asking is for an intro to Buffy's friend. Please?"
Angel sighed. He did owe Doyle and truth be told he wanted to talk to Buffy once more. This was a good excuse to do so. He led the way back to their seats and before they could sit the girls were there.
"Angel?"
The way Buffy said his name sent a shiver up Angel's spine. The girl is trouble he told himself.
"Buffy." He drank in her tight leather pants and blood red top.
They stood and stared forgetting the other two.
"Hi, I'm Faith." Faith had her hand out and Doyle quickly shook it.
"Doyle and this is Angel." He nudged his friend and Angel blinked.
"Hey." Angel took Faith's hand his eyes not leaving Buffy's.
Faith smiled and jerked her head in Buffy's direction. "This is Buffy, Doyle, who is a rude ass I might add." Her cheeks dimpled.
Buffy twitched as Doyle laughed. "Sorry, I'm Buffy." She finally tore her eyes from Angel's dark irises.
Faith continued on a roll. "So Angel, Buffy didn't tell me you were such a hottie. I might snap you up myself," she glanced at Doyle, "if your friend here wasn't such a find."
Doyle's smile filled his face. Faith found him attractive and passed on Angel too. His world was complete. He could now die a happy man.
"Pleased to meet you I'm sure."
Angel didn't know what to do. He was attracted to this woman but at the same time repulsed by her cavalier attitude towards him.
Buffy spoke first. "Angel. About the other night."
"I'm sorry about running out like that," he mumbled looking at the floor.
"No, I'm sorry." She touched his hand and he looked up.
"Can we not try again?" she asked.
Angel panicked. His mind a blank he mumbled something unintelligible, he didn't want to run the risk of another encounter where he ran like a chicken.
"Pardon?" Buffy couldn't hear Angel.
"I gotta go. Doyle you stay and get acquainted. I'll leave the door unlocked. Good night all."
The others opened their mouths but Angel was gone, almost running to get away.
Angel made it to his car; he had run like a chicken. He hated chickens. What was wrong with him, he was a grown man for God's sake! He could handle Buffy Summers, what's up with that? But Angel couldn't deal with it. His heart was taken and he knew that if he let it, it would shatter with what was inevitable. Angel put his head on the steering wheel pulling in a shuddering breath. This could only end in pain. He started the car and sped away into the night.
A stunned trio looked at Angel's departing form and then at each other. Faith hooked her arms around Buffy and their new friend Doyle.
"Come on, let's get a drink."
As Faith herded them over to the bar she took note of Buffy's face. There was hurt there and bewilderment. These two emotions were not usually seen on the pretty blonde. Faith looked at Doyle and liked what she saw. He was a bit of a slouch but he had potential. Beside he had the inside info on this Angel who wow, certainly was up there with Oh My God what a stud muffin! Faith was going to find out what the skinny was on this mysterious man.
Buffy endured the chatter of her girlfriend although her stomach was doing strange things. What was wrong with her? One look from Angel and she was a silly young thing going weak at the knees. She did not like these sensations, Buffy was all about control. She picked the men, enjoyed the sex and dumped them when she got bored. This was new. A man that resisted her charms didn't exist as far as she was concerned and Buffy knew lust when she saw it. Angel wanted her, she could tell. So what was the problem?
Doyle was enjoying his evening with two beautiful women at his side, but even he, without caution at times, realised that Faith was pumping him for information. He side stepped her efforts politely and when she persisted came right out and told her that if Angel wanted them to know anything then Angel would be the one to tell. Buffy excused herself an hour after Angel leaving Doyle with Faith. Still the night wasn't a total loss and Doyle was on a promise for a date with Faith the next time he was in town.
Doyle slipped into Angel's home past midnight and tiptoed to his bedroom. Angel was awake but did not call out, much as he wanted to. He wanted to ask Doyle about his evening, about Buffy and what she did after he left but he tightened his lips and let his friend creep by.
Doyle's bus was leaving at noon the next day so breakfast was all they managed before Angel took him to the station. Doyle had ignored Angel's questioning looks about the previous evening relenting only to say that he and Faith had a date next time he was in town.
Angel gave Doyle a back breaking hug as the bus began to board.
"Thanks for coming Doyle. Really, I missed you."
Doyle squinted against the glare of sun on concrete and patted his friend's large shoulder.
"Anytime bud. I'll be back before you know it; I have a date to keep."
Angel nodded glad his friend had enjoyed his stay. He knew that he wasn't the best of company at times.
Doyle took pity on Angel what with the dour look on his face.
"You have to take a chance sometime. Maybe this is the one?"
Angel shook his head. "Doyle…you were there when Darla…" Angel took a breath. "I don't think I could survive another…" he looked away.
Doyle swallowed. He never wanted Angel back in that dark place after the Darla and Da episode. He nearly lost his friend then and he didn't want it to happen again, especially when he was nowhere near to help.
"Okay Angel. Take care of your self; I'll give you a ring later tonight."
Angel nodded and squeezed Doyle in another hug and watched him go.
Life on campus was not going to be easy though, not with a determined Buffy on the prowl and the man in her sights was not going to get away. For the next month, life became hell for those around Buffy and Angel. Every chance she got she pushed but he always pulled away. Buffy managed to bump into Angel in unexpected places. She always managed to run a hand over some part of his body or stumble into him always showing her cleavage to advantage. He had been the perfect gentleman and although not at fault murmured an apology before moving away. Buffy had resorted to notes which were really adolescent and had even come out and asked him up front for a second date. It was no use, he hadn't wanted one.
Angel had run out of excuses to turn her down, he was seriously considering giving into her, but no, he couldn't do that, not after...he just couldn't. So he did his best to avoid her although it seemed that she was everywhere he went. He even came across her in his neighbourhood supermarket knowing full well her house was all the way across town. Angel was starting to feel trapped and stayed close to home whenever he could. Angel closed his eyes when he thought about the time Buffy had fondled his ass as he left the lecture room, his heart beat kicked up several notches let alone other parts of his anatomy. No he was going to have to resist her. To have a taste of heaven in her arms for one moment was something he has to deny. Hell would be forever wanting more and Buffy shaking her head as she moved on to another.
But what Angel didn't know was that Buffy wasn't coping very well either. She was so frustrated that she had to stop herself from pulling her hair out. She just couldn't come up with anymore ideas to get him into her bed and that was a very important reason to be angry. She had never had to go after men before, they just went after her but Angel was...different, and she was starting to like that. But no, she didn't want anything serious with him; she just had to sleep with him to get him out of her system. Or that's what she told herself.
However, they weren't the only ones affected; due to Buffy's mood swings because of Angel, Faith had to be careful with what she told Buffy and when which meant that they were always arguing because Faith wasn't about to shut up just because her friend was sexually frustrated. Yes, Buffy hadn't slept with anyone since she started her game with Angel, not even with Spike who until that moment had been indispensable in Buffy's life. Buffy said that she didn't have time to sleep around when she had a seduction to plan, but Faith knew better. She knew that Angel's indifference had made Buffy start to have feelings for the broody professor. Tired of just sitting around waiting for something to happen, she decided that a talk with Angel was in order.
The phone rang and Faith picked it up.
Taking a deep breath, Faith knocked on the door praying that she had the right address. The door opened and Faith looked up into Angel's eyes.
"Hey Angel!" she said with a smile not at all showing how nervous she was inside.
Angel's brow furrowed in confusion. "Faith?"
"Yeah, it's me. Can I come in big guy?"
"Oh …sure…come in." Angel stepped aside to let her in.
Faith whistled appreciatively at the fine décor and the mass of books lining the shelves.
"Nice place you have here. You should see how we live." Faith twirled to get a better peek.
"I have seen and your home was…nice." Angel folded his arms and leaned against the wall, watching as Faith strolled around touching his things.
"Did you want something Faith?"
"Me? Oh yeah." Faith swallowed wondering how the heck she got involved in all this.
"I want to talk about Buffy."
Angel raised an eyebrow. Of course, this was the next step in Buffy's demented routine.
"I don't!" He uncrossed his arms and stood tall. "And I think you should leave."
"NO!" Faith shouted. "No," she repeated at a more reasonable level. "Please Angel," she pleaded.
Angel sighed. "What?"
Faith stepped up to him just out of his reach but wanted to be sure he understood her words.
"I know Buffy has been acting a little weird lately…"
"Weird…not a word I would use."
"Angel," Faith tried to sort through her words, "Buffy has been hurt in the past. She acts all in charge and as you know doubt know by now, goes after what she wants. She usually gets it, until you came along. She isn't the woman you see who uses sex to get it, well she is but she's more than that."
Angel looked into Faith's eyes and saw sincerity and concern for a friend. He swallowed. Buffy has been hurt?
"I see you and I see a man who can get any woman he wants."
"You do?"
What the guy didn't own a mirror? "Are you playing her?"
"No!" Angel was taken aback. Anger tinged his next sentence.
"Buffy's the one on the game."
Eye's flashing Faith stormed closer and stabbed a fingernail into his chest.
"Don't you dare! Buffy has always been honest about her sex life, it's her body and her life. I don't know what you want Angel but this cannot go on."
Angel took a step back from the fiery brunette.
"You're right, sorry; it isn't my place to judge." He ran a hand through his hair, it was a nervous habit he had.
Faith opened her mouth but shut it again. She had noticed the faint tremor as he raised his hand. She took a really good look at his face. There were shadows beneath his eyes. The guy was worn. She looked about at the tidy room and took stock. The room was as neat as a pin, so neat that it bordered on the obsessive. Neatness was a form of control; she knew that from psych class. Faith reconsidered.
"Do you care for her?" At Angel's small nod Faith continued, "So you want more than just casual sex." It was a statement not a question.
Angel looked deep into Faith's eyes and decided he could trust her. "With the right person it can never be casual."
Faith breathed a sigh of relief. Angel wasn't a user and hadn't been playing some mysterious game. She could see how Buffy was smitten with him what with those deep dark eyes and dark hair and mouth that said come kiss me and……
"I need you to do me a favour," Faith said a hint of a mischievous smile kinked the corners of her lips.
Faith walked into the apartment whistling a happy tune but groaned when she saw Buffy in her pajamas, on the sofa, all kinds of ice cream flavours littering the top of the table in front of her.
"Go figure" she murmured dropping her bag on the other side of the sofa. "So..." she said loudly, "how are you?"
Buffy simply ignored her, her attention on the screen so Faith looked and stifled a laugh when she recognized the movie.
"Pretty woman, huh? Needed some kind of closure?"
The blonde turned her head slowly setting her piercing gaze on her friend, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Faith just shrugged her shoulders ignoring the fact that if she wasn't careful with her words things could end up badly. "Nothing, it's just that...Well, I don't know about you but I kinda see the resemblance there. Not that you're a hooker but...Woman sleeps around, a lot, said woman meets man and falls for him but man ignores woman. See what I mean?"
Faith waited for the inevitable explosion but it never came. Instead Buffy just burst out laughing wiping at her tears, "Faith, I haven't fallen for anyone. You know me better than anyone, you can't possible think that. You really thought...?"
She laughed again but suddenly stopped when Faith grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards her.
"I don't think, Buffy. I know. You're right, I know you better than anyone, that's how I know that this is not just a game to you anymore. You want more than just a quick fuck".
"No, no, no, no", Buffy shook her head vigorously, her eyes starting to well again. "I don't think about him like that, I can't".
Faith took pity on her friend and hugged her. "B, just admit it. It's not a bad thing to fall in love. Everyone does at some point".
A single tear rolled down Buffy's cheek and Faith wiped it away, smiling gently at her distraught friend.
"Faith, I'm afraid, I've never felt like this before", Buffy whispered.
The brunette suddenly stood up and clapped her hand twice "Now, now, stop crying. We have a lot to do. First thing? Change our saying".
Buffy looked at her strangely, "What? Our saying? What's it gonna be now?"
"Ignore them, that'll make them come after you"
Buffy smiled softly at her friend before wishing her goodnight as she headed for bed. Smiling in satisfaction Faith looked around before her gaze settled on the melting ice cream on the table. With a groan she started to clean the mess, again not of her own making, all the while wondering why the hell she hadn't just told Buffy that Angel had feelings for her and vice versa. Sometimes she just couldn't take the easy way.
That week Angel O'Connor went to work to find that Buffy was nowhere to be seen. He expected her to pop out at him in the unlikeliest places but it was not to be. He sighed in relief and hoped that she had given up on the whole stalking thing. He relaxed and settled into classes and a quiet home life. By Friday Angel was missing the small blonde. She had been a pain in the ass, his ass but now that she was absent he missed her. Angel actually caught him self heading in the direction of the gym before common sense stepped in. What was he doing? He would have thought he was under a spell if such things existed.
God! How pathetic was he? He ran from a beautiful young thing who wanted to bed him and now that he had chased her away? He found he missed her. All of a sudden the Darla excuse sounded flimsy. He was a man damn it. He was no longer a young lad who had his heart trampled; he could handle an adult relationship couldn't he? Angel rubbed his head. This was giving him a headache. Since that chat with Faith, Angel had looked at Buffy in a different light. Perhaps she was a victim of circumstance, like he. Perhaps he could love this girl and she could love him back. Maybe she wasn't just a man eater. Maybe he should risk his heart once more. The knock on his door was a welcome respite from his whirling thoughts and he went to answer it.
"Doyle!" Angel greeted his visitor with an eagerness he hadn't felt in a long time.
Doyle slapped his friend on the shoulder and breezed into the house.
"Ready for the big night out tomorrow night?" he said by way of greeting.
Angel actually smiled and answered Doyle truthfully. "Not really but I think I have to do this."
Doyle spun on his heel. "Hey that's my man! A celebration is in order don't ya think?"
Angel chuckled and headed for the fridge.
Faith and Buffy arrived at the beach wearing summer dresses and each sported a light cardigan. Faith carried her purse, the strap wrapped around a cooler filled with sodas and fruit juice.
"Are you sure that he will be here?" Buffy asked looking about trying to see a familiar figure.
"B, Doyle said he would bring him. We figured a double date wouldn't scare him off so don't go jumping him when we get there. Mind you, he has such a jumpable body, I can see the attraction."
Faith smirked as Buffy glared daggers at her. "Come on and behave."
Buffy followed Faith along past the dunes and there in the setting sun were the two men, picnic hamper, blankets and someone had built a small camp fire.
Doyle and Angel rose to their feet as the two women approached.
"Hey Doyle, Angel!" Faith called.
"Faith…good to see you again. Buffy." Doyle nodded at her.
Buffy nervously lifted her eyes from the sand and glanced in Doyle's direction. Angel was behind him in her line of sight.
"Hi Doyle," and when Angel tentatively smiled at her Buffy gathered her courage. "Hello Angel."
"Buffy" and her heart flipped once. Oh no. Maybe Faith was right. Maybe she did have feelings for Angel that were more than lust.
Doyle broke the tension. "Angel made all the food so it'll be delicious. He's quite the cook you know. Me on the other hand, I'm the drinks man. Talking of which who wants what?"
Faith hefted the cooler before dumping it on the sand. "All I've got are sodas but if you have any beer I'll have that."
"Beer coming up. Buffy?"
Buffy was going to go for a beer when Angel spoke. "I have some chilled chardonnay, will you have a glass?"
Buffy nodded. She sat on the blanket and pulled off her cardigan as the day was still warm. At least Angel wasn't running from her and that was a good thing wasn't it?
"Yes please, I'd like that."
Angel busied about opening the wine and filling two glasses. Doyle sat close to Faith leaving room on the blanket for Angel to sit beside Buffy. Angel tried to catch their eyes but both of them turned their faces and looked out over the ocean. Angel looked up at Buffy from beneath his lashes; he thought she looked gorgeous this evening. The print sundress showed off her shoulders and her golden tan deepened as the sky turned a golden red. Angel passed her drink over and admired the highlights that glimmered in her hair.
"Thank you." Buffy was surprised at her reaction to his proximity. She was all school girl again. Where was the brash young woman from the previous weeks? Taking a sip she admired the slant of his cheek bones and the shape of Angel's mouth. His paleness gleamed in the sunset, his hair and eyes dark against the gathering dusk. Oh boy, Faith was right. Buffy was falling for this man.
Faith nudged Doyle as they listened to the quiet going on behind them. Doyle chuckled and Faith laughed.
"Okay! I'm hungry, let's eat." Doyle swiveled about and clapped his hands making Angel jump.
Angel unpacked the hamper he had filled earlier that afternoon. He had packed sandwiches, a bowl of salad and a dish filled with grilled chicken. There were a few buttered rolls and side dish of cheeses and last of all he pulled out brownies and some fruit. The blanket was soon covered with food and the girls gaped.
"Did you do all of this?"
Angel blushed and was thankful for the setting sun. He nodded.
"It was nothing."
Buffy shook her head. This man was amazing. "It looks delicious, may I?" her hand hovered over a club sandwich.
"Please help yourselves."
The meal was consumed with gusto, the leavings packed away and they all relaxed as the evening progressed. Faith was pleased that her plan was working. She glanced at Doyle, his button down shirt askew, and amended that thought. Doyle had rung for a date and Faith had confided in him that Buffy had feelings for his friend Angel. Doyle had suggested the picnic and Faith had dared to knock on the professor's door in hopes of persuading the man. She looked at Buffy but the pretty blonde had eyes only for Angel. Grabbing a couple of beers Faith tugged on Doyle's arm and marched him away.
"We're going for a walk, maybe gone awhile so behave yourselves." Faith's voice was lost against the rising surf and Doyle cursing the fact that he had to move his full belly.
Buffy turned back from watching her friend disappear into the night, the sun had set leaving behind its brilliant farewell and looked back at the man beside her. The fire sent golden shadows across his white Tee and his long legs were stretched out in skin tight jeans. Buffy licked her lips. Did he even know how beautiful he was?
Angel turned to look at her and, embarrassed for being caught staring at him, she cast her eyes to the ground. Letting out a chuckle, he put his fingers under her chin and made her look at him but still she tried to avert her eyes.
Angel was confused. Buffy had spent the last month or so stalking him and now that she had him right here it looked like she was shy. Was this all an act? He knew he should trust her, Faith had insisted she could be trusted, but the wounded boy inside him still thought that maybe it was a game to her. He let out a sigh of defeat and turned back to look at the ocean when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry" he heard Buffy whisper.
Angel turned slowly to look at her and when he saw tears welling in her eyes instead of trying to comfort her, he moved away from her. Doing his best to avoid looking at the hurt he would see on Buffy's face, he decided to confront her to get it all out in the open.
"Buffy, whatever you're playing at, it's over," he said gently.
"I'm not playing, Angel!" she protested. But at his pointed look she amended, "Well, not anymore".
Not knowing what to believe he ran a hand through his hair and Buffy smiled, noticing the nervous habit. But the smile disappeared as soon as he set his piercing gaze on her his next words harsh.
"I know it was immature to run out on you like I did that night and I know I shouldn't have avoided you the way I have Buffy...but what you have been doing has a name. It's called stalking and now that you have me here and it looks like you're unsure... I just don't know what to think anymore."
Embarrassed, she looked down and started to play with the hem of her dress knowing he was right when he said she had pushed him too far.
"I do want to be here, Angel," she said softly, "It's just...I don't know how to deal with this, ok? You've probably heard about my reputation, everybody has around Sunnydale," she said with a sad laugh.
"I'm not used to having to work at getting a guy; they usually come on to me. Hence the madness that was me stalking you part. And to be rejected by someone I have feelings for was hard-"
Buffy had feelings for him, beyond lust? Wait…reputation?
"Reputation?" Angel's eyebrows rose.
Buffy looked Angel straight in the eyes. She wasn't proud of what she had become but damn if she would flinch away from it. "I know what people say about me, a woman of loose morals. But at least I am honest about it. I don't lie and cheat and every man I sleep with knows what he's getting."
It was almost completely dark now and the fire played soft light against Buffy's skin. Angel could see the flames in her eyes and something loosened in his chest. This woman deserved more than 'just sleeping around.' She deserved happiness, love and some one to worship her. He could be that someone.
Angel made a decision and held out a peace offering. "I'm sorry about how I left things that night."
That surprised her and Buffy offered an apology of her own.
"Me too; look," she paused, "I've been all stalker chick these last few weeks and I'm sorry about that." She looked down embarrassed. "I guess…I went crazy."
She felt him move and the next thing his fingers were lifting her chin until she was looking into his eyes.
"I know how that feels," he said and then bent his head until his lips brushed hers.
Buffy chased his lips with her own and his arm came around her waist and pulled her close. God! Buffy's mind spun and all she could feel was the way the man next to her was kissing. She opened her mouth and let him in loving the way his tongue twined with hers. Buffy felt her nipples harden and a deep ache started deep down causing her to whimper.
Angel heard the whimper and without losing contact with her mouth fell back against the blanket pulling Buffy over and on top of him. His erection ground against her luscious curves and it was now that a deep moan came from his throat. He wanted this woman, any way any how.
Buffy felt Angel's desire and her own went up a notch. Buffy had a healthy sex life and always enjoyed the sensations of love making but this was; love making.
She broke his kiss and panted, "Too many clothes," and attacked Angel's shirt. He allowed her to pull his tee over his head and she pushed him down kissing his chest as he went. Angel pulled at the straps of Buffy's dress and pulled them down until her nipples were exposed. Feeling exposed at his intense staring she made a move to cover herself but Angel just pulled her hands away.
"Don't", he whispered, "You're gorgeous".
"So beautiful," he breathed and urged Buffy up until his mouth latched on a delicious nub.
Fire ran straight to that spot between Buffy's legs and she kissed the side of his neck, biting down gently. Angel left her breast and Buffy whimpered in loss until his mouth found the other.
"God!" she moaned.
His lips left her nipple. "Nope, just me." He grinned wickedly at her and she giggled.
Trailing wet kisses down her throat and chest, he settled on her breasts again, kissing and licking around the areola, avoiding her nipple, teasing her. When he thought he had tortured her enough he closed his mouth around one of the rosy nubs and started sucking while his hand cupped her other breast. Buffy could do nothing more than moan and arch her back up as waves of pleasure ran through her.
Angel's hands explored further. His fingers found her panties and he pulled at those. Buffy lifted her hips and he slid the delicate lace down past her thighs, over her knees until Buffy lifted her legs and finally they slipped free of her ankles.
Buffy gently shoved Angel away and rolled them until he was beneath her. She frowned slightly as she touched his zip but her fears were washed away when he lifted his hips. Now Buffy looked him in the eye and saw the need for her there. Her heart fluttered, she wanted this man and he wanted her back. Buffy quickly freed Angel of his pants and sat staring at all his glory. What she saw here made her gasp in surprise; she had been with A LOT of men but none of them had been so...well endowed.
Her insides quivered and liquid heat pooled between her legs. Buffy licked her lips; she was going to have a piece of this. Angel's hands stroked her thighs as she shed her dress.
Buffy trembled and like a sixteen year old virgin asked, "Do you have…you know?"
With all of the blonde's sexual exploits, Buffy was never without condoms; safe sex was good sex. At this point in time Buffy didn't want to remind him that *she* was always prepared.
Her body shadowed his face but she heard his embarrassment in his one word, "Sorry."
Angel tensed. Stupid! Stupid! Of course they needed protection. He closed his eyes in horror. It had been so long since he had dated that he never carried anything. He felt Buffy lean away and his eyes popped open at the sound of foil ripping.
Buffy held the silver packet in one hand, her face held apology. "Faith had one in her bag." She hoped that he believed the half truth. The condom was in Faith's purse but it belonged to her.
Angel could only nod. He was too naked and too ready for Buffy to back out now.
Buffy smiled and proceeded to sheath Angel's obvious readiness; taking her time, letting her hands enjoy the feel of him. Angel groaned as Buffy's nimble and delicious fingers played havoc with his self control. Before Buffy could pull away Angel pounced. She squealed when he laid her back and after a long breathtaking kiss his dark hair disappeared down her body, the only evidence of his passing were feather light kisses peppering her skin.
Buffy clutched his head when she felt his warm breath between her legs; opening them wider for better access. The moment his tongue touched Buffy jerked and fell into orgasm with a high pitched squeal. Coming down she giggled.
He lifted his head. "What?"
Wanting more Buffy panted. "No talking. More please!"
To her chagrin Angel moved until he was facing her, desire and something else dancing in his dark eyes.
"You are an amazing woman," he breathed and before Buffy could insist on more please she felt him slide in.
"Oh!" was all she could say as all coherent thought flew into the night.
Angel couldn't form words but he saw the pleasure and desire in Buffy's wide eyes. He moved slowly until he was fully inside her.
Buffy felt as if she was split into two. She was full and complete and needed movement now. Angel obliged by leaning down until their lips met. Buffy felt Angel's teeth nip at her bottom lip and desire surged through her. She met his kiss with one of her own. Their tongues met and dueled for dominance and it was then that Angel began to move. Ever so slowly, teasingly until Buffy decided she wanted more. She moved her hips to meet him and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Buffy and Angel lost themselves to the primal urge that ruled mankind. His pale back gleamed in the moonlight, the dying embers of the fire reflected brightly in the dark pools that were his eyes. Angel thought she was beautiful as he broke a kiss for air. Buffy's golden hair was fanned around her face, her hazel eyes wide and staring into his. There was something of awe on her face and he wondered if it was a reflection of his.
The urge to move faster as an ancient drummer beat the primordial drums ruled them and Angel felt Buffy quiver as she raced to the edge. He moved harder and faster pursuing Buffy until… when he caught her, they both fell into eternity, flying away into the stars.
Their cries faded into the night as the two lovers gazed in wonder at one another. Buffy didn't let him go and Angel had no intention of moving. This had been amazing and it was everything he knew it would be. He kissed her nose and his soft lips graced each eyelid with benediction and love. Buffy's heart was racing, still pounding after the most earth shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. But it was the look in his eyes, the touch of his body; she could feel his heart and soul. Buffy's eyes widened as the realization of what she was feeling hit. Was this what all the fuss was about? Was making love, not sex, but making love with someone who possibly loved you, made all the difference? She reached a hand and ran her fingers over his eyes, his strong nose, his wonderful mouth and sculpted cheeks. Her fingers wanted to spend an eternity getting to know this body, this man. Is this love?
"Is this love?" she whispered astonished her fingers once more at his lips.
Angel's heart soared. It was more than he had been hoping for to hear those words.
"Yes I think it is," he whispered back staring at huge hazel eyes that shimmered with tears. He kissed the tears away and gathered her into his arms.
Doyle and Faith stood at a discreet distance watching the waves, giving the lovers privacy, both having arrived back to see the lovers naked and entwined.
Checking to see that she still had her spare car key, Faith turned to Doyle. "Fancy a dance Doyle? I know a place and I have car will travel."
Doyle took one last look at the figures wrapped in each other before answering. "Okay, nothing much happening here."
Faith swiped at him, smacking his arm at his voyeurism.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Don't be such a baby. Come on, your treat." Faith grabbed his hand and pulled him from the beach.
The End.
Answer to challenge #9 issued by Danielle & Lise
Premise: Angel O'Connor has just moved to Sunnydale to be a professor at UC Sunnydale after his divorce with Fred Burkle. Buffy Summers who is always been known around the campus as the "easy teacher" is smitten when she first sees Angel. And when Angel firsts sees Buffy he is taken by her.
Timeline: AU (absolutely no demons, vampires, anything mystical etc.)
Angel's Friends: Doyle, Wesley
Buffy's Friends: Faith
Requirements:
1. Angel's first experience ever with a woman was Darla when he was a freshman in college. But after Darla's one night with Angel she had left him and Angel was broken from his first time it was always hard for him to let someone in.
2. Buffy gets around, a lot. She is known to do many of the male's students and once in awhile has a shag with Spike.
3. Angel trying to side step all of Buffy's attempts to get him into her bed even though all he wants to do is make love her all night long but he is scared once again of getting hurt. Buffy will stop at anything to get the new broody professor in her bed.
4. When Buffy and Angel finally do make love Buffy understands that she wants more than a one night stand with Angel, she wants a relationship.
5. Happy Ending must for Buffy and Angel.