TITLE: Reunited 
E-MAIL: Drus1lla@hotmail.com 
RATING: NC-17 in parts 
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters used within this story they belong to Joss 
Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. 
AUTHOR'S NOTES: In my previous fanfics that I've written, I always had Angel coming 
back to Sunnydale and Buffy. So then I got this thought     in my head, what if Buffy goes 
to him? So I start writing it, and then the previews for "I Will Remember You" come 
along. Knowing Joss, the happy moments would not last, and I became depressed me. 
Sitting around, waiting during the week for the crossover, so then I thought, I should 
write more. So I decided I'd use a tiny bit of the info they gave us in the previews in my 
fic. 
SUMMARY: Buffy goes with Xander, Willow, and Oz to LA. Sure it's a big city, but 
destiny lends a hand. 




Buffy sat in the nightclub next to Willow and Oz. The group playing was very good, and 
she let her mind lose itself in the music. Xander smiled at the three of them as he came 
back to the table, the drinks in his hands making the rounds to their perspective owners. 
Willow, Buffy, and Xander had come to LA with Oz and the Dingoes to be supportive. 
They were up next, and Buffy smiled at her best friend as she gave her boyfriend a kiss.

Oz and the rest of the band made their way to the stage to set up their equipment. 
"Thanks for coming with you guys," Willow told her two best friends.

"Not like we had anything better to do," Xander admitted.  Buffy smiled at the two of 
them before returning her attentions to spinning the straw in her glass. Here she was in 
LA and somewhere in this very city was the man who haunted her every moment, asleep 
or awake. Her heart ached slightly at the thought of him. Why did he have to leave her?

So he couldn't take her out into the sunlight, most of her time she spent indoors or in 
cemeteries at night. Keeping the world safe with no thought to her own life was her 
destiny. So he couldn't give her children, not that she was aching to bring a child into 
what she really knew existed in the world. He wanted her to be with someone who could 
make love to her. In her misery she had let the wrong person into her world, a person who 
had taken advantage of her loneliness and used her. She had only herself to blame for 
trusting someone so quickly. If she had actually spent more time with him she would 
have realized what he was really like.

Buffy realized that no matter how much she wanted even a tiny semblance of normal in 
the drama that was her life, she would never be able to have it. Their relationship hadn't 
been anywhere near normal, a vampire and the Slayer. But it had been her gift, her 
reward for the cruel card that fate had dealt her. The fate that made it her destiny to die 
young, now also included not being able to have the one person she loved most in the 
world.

The time spent lost in her thoughts had passed quickly, like it always did. She made her 
way outside with the others, loading the equipment into Devon's car. "Hey let's go grab 
some food," Xander suggested. Buffy mutely nodded her assent, then followed the others 
down the streets of the city. She had managed these last few months to stay slightly sane, 
trying not to let her thoughts dwell on the memories of Angel. But how could she not 
think of him? She had loved him so completely, feeling only at peace when he was near.

She blinked back the tears from her eyes as they continued their search for sustenance. 
They finally settled on a restaurant and walked inside to eat. Any conversation during the 
meal was carried on by the three people around her, she preferred to stay within the 
carefully constructed walls of her mind. Anything she said while they sat over their food 
was usually a one-word sentence, she was becoming as quiet as Oz.

Buffy knew the others didn't understand the changes in her since Angel had left. How 
could they possibly? They all had other people to be with, but nobody would ever be able 
to fill the gaping hole in her heart. They hadn't lost the only person they had ever loved 
not just once, but three times. She had lost him the night, the beautiful night they had 
spent in each other's arms. She had lost him again just after his soul had been returned 
and she'd had to send him to hell. She hadn't been able to decide which of the three was 
worse, but had decided that the third time, when he had chosen to leave her was definitely 
the most painful. He had made the choice to walk out of her life and never look back. She 
hadn't heard from him since the night she graduated from high school.

Deep in her heart she knew that he was still alive. Her soul would know if anything had 
happened to him, because she was sure that she would die in the very same instant. There 
were times when she would wake up from a dream where they were together and just 
know that somehow a part of it had been real. That out there, wherever he was, he was 
thinking about her too. She yearned for those dreams, when his lips brushed against hers 
and it was like she could feel it. When his hands would run over her body, and she could 
feel the goosebumps actually pop up on her skin. But then she would wake up alone, her 
heart crying out for him.

What if he had moved on? Had he only told her he wanted what was best for her because 
he didn't love her anymore? When she had told him she wanted her life to be with him, 
he had said he didn't want to be with her. At that moment everything in her being, on his 
face, had told her it was a lie. But what if it were true?

Buffy continued her silent walk with the others back to Oz's van. She just had to make it 
through the night here, tomorrow they would be leaving. Her mind couldn't seem to rest 
as they made the trek back to the club. She felt his presence before she saw him. Willow 
spun around to look at her, she had gasped aloud when she felt he was near. It was the 
sensation of coming home, of being complete, suddenly she was whole again. She
didn't have to be in the comfort of his arms, just being near him was enough.

Willow turned around and saw Xander and Oz had stopped in their tracks, and she did the 
same as Buffy slowly looked up into his face. Her eyes roamed over his form, and she 
vaguely saw that Cordelia and two other people she didn't recognize were with him. She 
stayed riveted to the sidewalk, unable to move as she drank in the sight of him. Nobody 
said a word, they simply stared. She clenched her fists at her sides, violently
resisting the urge to reach out and touch him.

Angel had been thinking about her all day. Suddenly a feeling had overcome him that any 
moment he would look up and she would be there. He couldn't understand why today 
was different, for he was always thinking about her. This time something inside him was 
sure, he knew it would happen, he would see her today and not just in his dreams. Doyle, 
Cordelia, Kate and himself were all making their way back to the office when
that moment had come. A group of people had been walking towards them on the 
sidewalk when he knew. She was there. Suddenly he had known peace, instead of the 
constant ache within his soul. Only one person had ever made him feel like that, 
completely accepted for what he was. He had heard someone gasp aloud, and Willow's 
familiar voice whispered the words he had known someone would say, "Oh my god." She 
had stopped mid-stride and was now rooted in place.

Kate had continued walking, but Cordelia and Doyle had immediately stopped to stare at 
the Slayer and her friends. She had turned and called out to them, wondering why Angel 
and the others were staring so intently at the people who had been walking towards them. 
She saw Angel and a petite blond girl looking at each other with such longing, such pain 
in their eyes. Something was happening, some of the mysterious part of Angel's life that
he longed to keep hidden was about to be revealed to her. She could tell that everyone but 
her knew what these two people obviously meant to each other. Even if she didn't know 
all of their history, something about them, they called to each other.

Angel could see that Buffy was fighting for control over her emotions as they continued 
to stare at each other over what seemed to be an infinite space. She finally broke eye 
contact, her head lowered back to the ground as she simply walked past him. "I shouldn't 
have come," she whispered more to herself than anyone else. She hadn't said a word to 
him, just looked at him as a starving man would look at food. She hadn't looked to see if 
the others were following her. To him, it looked as if she just wanted to get as far away as 
possible.

Should he let her go, or should he listen to his heart ? He hadn't seen her since her 
graduation. He hadn't talked to her, he hadn't heard from her since Oz had come with the 
Gem of Amara. He needed her. "Buffy!" He watched her stop, her shoulders shaking 
slightly as she stood alone in the middle of the sidewalk. She kept her back turned to him, 
knowing that if she turned around she would run to his arms. Run to the place she dreamt 
of being once again, but where he didn't want her. She heard his footsteps approaching 
her, and ever so slowly turned around, keeping her eyes closed. When her eyelids finally 
fluttered open, she realized that neither the people with him, nor her friends, had moved 
an inch. She lowered her gaze, and the sound came from her heart.

"Angel."

Hesitantly he reached a hand out, tipping her chin up so she was looking at him. Her 
green eyes were devoid of the happiness and light he had always known there. Instead 
now all he saw was emptiness, and the shining tears that were welling up. He could see 
that something inside her was broken, and instinctively he knew that he was the only one 
who could fix it. He didn't know what to say to her. "How are you?" he whispered.

The sensations running through her body at the mere touch of his hand were more 
powerful than she could have ever imagined. "I'm fine," she lied, a single tear spilling 
over and running down her cheek even though she had promised herself she wouldn't let 
him see her cry. "And you?" She looked up into the deep pools of his eyes, memorizing 
any changes she could see. Her gaze fell on his lips, and she immediately closed her eyes. 
She desperately wanted to be anywhere else, even though she desperately wanted to be 
exactly where she was.

He saw the tears on her face, tears he knew he was causing. In that split second, he 
decided the truth was better to tell her. "Miserable without you."

He saw more tears run down her cheeks before she finally answered him. "I know the 
feeling. But hey, the decisions were never up to me. I guess I just have to get used to it. 
It's not like it ever mattered what I wanted, or what I dreamt of. I have to get used to the 
fact that my life is out of my hands." She could feel that her words were causing him 
pain, she didn't really care. She turned away from him, slowly lengthening the distance 
between the two of them.

Cordelia and Willow looked at Angel, urging him with the looks on their faces not to let 
her go. He looked at her retreating form, growing smaller, fading into the distance. He 
hesitated for a moment, then quickly went running after her.

"Please don't," her voice pleaded with him. He had pulled her into his arms, her back 
pressed against his chest. He clenched his jaw at the pain in her voice. She was too young 
to have experienced all the pain that he knew she had. Nobody should ever have to 
endure what she regularly did. His senses were reeling at having her close again. The 
familiar scent of vanilla washed over him, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her body 
pressed against his.

The Scooby Gang, Doyle, and Kate all stood together, watching the scene down the street 
unfold before them. "What're you guys doing here?" Cordelia asked.

"Came for a gig," Oz answered.

"Nice to see you again, man," Doyle commented.

"I never imagined they'd actually run into each other," Willow murmured.

"I don't think any of us did," Oz agreed.

"But we knew this was coming one day," Cordy began. "Eventually they would see each 
other again, and...."

"One day sure," Doyle filled in. "Not right away. They're not ready for this, they're both 
still hurting, especially her."

"So what're we hoping for here exactly?" Xander asked.

"Is he happy?" Willow turned to Cordelia.

"We're talking Angel, right?" The former May Queen looked at the two people with her. 
"Still brooding in the dark. By the way, Kate and Doyle meet Willow and Xander. You 
two already know each other, " she said looking from Doyle to Oz.

"Gotta ask again," Xander piped up. "What exactly are we hoping for here?"

"Happiness?" Cordelia asked.

"How happy we talking?" Oz asked, unable to keep the concern from his voice.

"Not that happy," Doyle answered. "Unless we all want to die that is."

"She's a walking corpse as it is," Xander observed. "I can't really see the distinction."

"What's going on?" Kate asked. "I'm guessing everybody here is in on some big secret. 
I've never seen him like that. Who are you people?"

"Oh God," Cordelia sighed, realizing that now was the time that Kate would have to learn 
the truth. "Okay, these are my friends from back home. We all went to high school 
together. Well see, um, remember how I told you before that Angel moved here because 
he had relationship issues?"

"Yeah," she replied.  Doyle looked from Cordelia to the Scooby Gang, who were looking 
on in amusement. "His relationship with Buffy was the issue," he filled in. 

"Oh," Kate couldn't think to say anything else. "So what's the big deal, and the thing 
about us dying?"

"I think Xander does the explanation best," Oz interrupted.

"Hey, everybody's good at something," Xander replied. "Here's the sitch, vampires are 
real, a lot of them live in Sunnydale, where we're from. Buffy's the Slayer, it's her job to 
kill them, Angel's a vampire with a soul. They get happy, the soul's gone, he's a monster, 
we all die."

The incredulous look on her face told everyone she thought they were nuts. "It's true," 
Willow continued. "I mean, you must've seen your share of demons here. Oh, and Oz is a 
werewolf."

"Uh huh," Kate was dumbfounded, because the truth was she had seen a few demons 
since she had met Angel. She hadn't known that he was one of them, but gradually he, 
Cordelia and Doyle had let her know a tiny bit about the 'other' things that they were 
involved in. There were always unexplainable things that were involved in some case she 
was working on, and somehow Angel or the other two always had answer. "So do we 
leave them alone, or do we walk over there?" she asked.

Everybody looked around at each other, then as a group began slowly making their way 
towards the two people who were standing together, yet apart, a few yards away.

"Please," she whispered again. "More than anything in the world I want for you to hold 
me, and kiss me, and never let me go again. But I know that you don't want that, and I 
know I can't have it. So please, just let me go."

"How can you think I don't want you?" he asked, spinning her around to face him. "I 
want you so much, and a part of me still doesn't care what will happen as long as I get to 
feel you again."

The tears began streaming down her face harder as she leaned against him and sobbed. 
He wrapped his arms around her, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "You walked 
away and you didn't look back," she whispered against his chest. Her voice was slightly 
stronger now, "So you tell me what I'm supposed to think." He looked down into her 
eyes, the pain there more evident now. Before he had left she had pushed him away, but 
she had
always come to the realization that they were supposed to be together and returned to 
him. She had never broken his heart as completely as he had done to her. His fingers 
caressed her face, wiping the tears from her skin. His fingertips grazed her lips, feeling 
the warmth of her breath. He lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly over hers.

Angel's face hovered slightly above her own, giving her the opportunity to turn away 
from him if she wanted to. She would never want to leave him, never want to hurt him as 
badly as she was hurting now. Buffy closed her eyes as her hand reached up to caress his 
cheek. When their lips met, Angel felt more than heard the sob that escaped her throat. 
He crushed her body against his, wrapping his arms as tightly around her as possible. Her 
arms wound around his neck, her fingers entwined in his hair as the kiss went on.

The people walking towards them stopped immediately when they saw Buffy and Angel 
kissing passionately. "Houston," Xander began in his usual sarcastic manner. "We have a 
problem."

"So, what do we do now?" Cordelia asked. "I'm not going to try and stop them."

"Who actually wants to interrupt them?" Kate added, watching the two people who were 
desperately trying to drink in each other's souls. "Wait, but dying is definitely a bad 
thing, I'm still trying to grasp this whole concept. So what do we do?"

"Well we..." Doyle began, then stopped. His head twitched, and he gripped Cordelia's 
arm as the pain in his head roared.

"Doyle?! Oh God, he's having a vision. Somebody needs our help, and...."

"It's okay," he finally spoke up. "Anybody got any aspirin?" He rubbed the palm of his 
hand to his forehead. "I wish I would get some sort of warning when those things were 
coming."

"What did you see?" Willow asked.

"More than I wanted to, the truth be told. But I have it on very good authority now, that 
it's okay to leave them be."

"You mean?" Xander asked.  "That boy's soul ain't going anywhere. It's a good thing 
too," he said, looking up. "Cuz they're gone." Everyone turned to look at the spot where 
Buffy and Angel had been standing not a few moments before. All they saw was the 
deserted sidewalk.


Buffy stood in the circle of Angel's arms, moaning softly as his mouth caressed the flesh 
of her neck. His fingers paused at the first button of her shirt, and he forced himself to 
open his eyes and look at her. Her heart was pounding, her skin flushed, her lips slightly 
swollen from the attention of his mouth. He saw that her eyes were open, and the love he 
saw in her gaze made his heart ache.

Angel began walking backwards towards his bed, her hand held firmly in his own. When 
the back of his legs hit the soft mattress he sat down, pulling her to stand between his 
knees. They were both aware of what would happen if they continued, neither one of 
them wanting to voice what they were thinking.  He closed his eyes when he felt her 
breath on his face. Her lips and fingers were caressing his face and neck, every now
and then her tongue would dart out to taste his skin. Her mouth found his again as he 
pulled her down so she was sitting in his lap. His hands moved deftly down the front of 
her shirt, parting the fabric so he could see her skin.

Buffy moaned his name when she felt his cool hands touch the warm flesh of her 
stomach. Little shivers were running up her spine as he applied his lips to the swell of her 
breasts. Her shirt fell to the floor, Angel's hands felt like they were everywhere at once. 
She moaned aloud, arching towards him, losing herself to the feelings and sensations he 
was causing.

*You were great. Really. I thought you were a pro.*

Buffy shut her eyes tightly against the memories that were beginning to flood her mind. 
The tears that had stopped when they had walked away from the others started again. She 
couldn't help it. Angel looked at the girl trembling in his arms, and he knew what she 
was thinking. He had begun to think about it too, about the pain and terror he had 
inflicted on the only person he'd ever loved. He held her as she cried, for what they had 
once had and could never have again.

"It's okay," he whispered against her hair.

"But it's not," she wept into his shoulder. "I want you so much." His arms tightened 
around her, trying to absorb all her pain. "I love you," she breathed, between her tears. 
"I've never loved anyone before, and I know I never will again."

He knew no words could possibly make any of it right, so he held her. He could feel how 
tired she was, how alone she felt. He knew how empty her life was, because his was 
exactly the same way. He gently eased her down beside him, caressing her skin. They lay 
together, merely gazing into each other's eyes before sleep overtook them both.

Buffy found herself in a field surrounded by fog. She knew not to be afraid, she knew she 
wasn't alone. She turned to look behind her, Angel giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. 
"Are we dreaming?"

"I'm pretty sure that's accurate."

"Why?"

"Because you need answers," a familiar voice called out of the mist.

They looked up at the same time, a figure coming towards them. Angel's arms wrapped 
protectively around Buffy as Jenny Calendar stopped in front of them. The last time her 
image had come to them had been in the form of the First. She smiled at them, knowing 
what they were thinking. "It's really me this time." She knelt down on the soft green 
grass below their feet, smiling as the sun warmed her face.

"You said we needed answers," Buffy queried.  Jenny couldn't help but smile at them, so 
impatient. "It's been decided that you've suffered enough, that everything you've fought 
for doesn't merit the hurt you've endured. You know, you've had to experience more 
heartache than any Slayer before you ever has. Angel's always been destined to be a part 
of your life, but no one counted on the fact that you would love each other."

Angel tightened his hold on Buffy, for some inexplicable reason he felt that if he was 
holding her then everything would be all right. "A part of you died when you sent him to 
Hell," Jenny continued. "Neither of you were ever meant to go there." He looked down at 
the woman in his arms, her hands holding tightly to him. "You do know that the First lied 
to you. The only power strong enough to pull you out of Hell, is love. The love the two of 
you share has survived everything that has been thrown at you both. You can call it 
redemption, or a miracle, or a gift, but you're free to love each other now. As you 
should've been from the beginning, my people are not the kindest lot." She stood up and 
moved closer to the couple, reaching out to touch the scar on Buffy's neck.

Buffy swallowed hard, up until now Angel hadn't seen the mark he had left on her flesh. 
"You know that the moment you decided to risk your life to save him is what is making 
your future possible. I could only come to you when you were together, it would've been 
harder if you weren't." She looked up at Angel, her eyes boring into his when she spoke 
again. "Don't throw this chance away." And then she was gone.

Angel awoke before Buffy did, gazing down at the small form nestled in his embrace. 
Her head was resting on his arm, her body pressed intimately against his. He swallowed, 
smoothing her hair back from her face and saw the scar on her neck. He traced his 
fingertip over the slightly raised flesh that now forever marked her as his. He leaned 
down, placing a tender kiss over the spot where she had sacrificed herself for him. He 
pulled his lips from her flesh, raising his head up to once again gaze at her face.

Buffy's eyes slowly opened when she felt his cool fingertips press against her neck. His 
mouth had slowly followed the path of his hands, and then he was looking at her again. 
Neither one of them wanted to say a word, afraid of breaking the spell that was woven 
when they were gazing into each other's eyes. His hands continued to caress her flesh, 
plummeting her deeper and deeper into a haze of passion.

She wanted to lose herself in his gaze so desperately, but what would happen afterwards? 
Was she to just go home as if they had never seen each other? Was she to spend one 
peaceful night in his arms and then try to go on as if it had never happened? She knew 
she couldn't do that, just as she knew that Jenny's spirit had been telling them the truth. 
She turned her face away from his, quickly sitting up on the edge of the bed.

Angel watched her as she sat up, putting her hands to her forehead before running them 
through her hair. He felt like reaching out for her, pulling her back into his arms so that 
he could make love to her. Almost as if she knew what he was thinking she bolted from 
the bed. He got up and ran after her, finding her slumped against the kitchen table. 

"Buffy what's wrong?"  She turned to look up at him.


Cordelia turned her key in the lock, opening the front door to the office upstairs. Willow 
and the others followed her inside, Doyle moving ahead to turn on the lights.

"Are you sure they're here?" Willow asked quietly.

"I don't know where else they'd go," she answered as she moved through the office. She 
didn't really want to go downstairs, but Willow had insisted on making sure Buffy was 
all right. "They're here," she said softly, their voices coming up through the vent. 
Willow, Oz, and Xander came up behind her. None of them wanted to interfere on Buffy 
and Angel's privacy, but they had to make sure that their friend was okay. And for their 
own peace of mind they wanted to be assured that Angel still had a soul. Buffy's familiar 
voice wafted up through the vent to their ears.

Buffy looked up at Angel, her eyes unreadable. "If we let something happen here, we'd 
want more. I'd want more."

Angel reached out and took her hand, both of them looking from their joined fingertips to 
each other's eyes. "You and I will never be apart again."

Buffy leapt into Angel's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kissed her 
fiercely. He spun around, his mouth never losing contact with hers as he walked the short 
distance to the kitchen table, sweeping his arm across it to clear it for her body.

The people upstairs stared at each other in wide-eyed disbelief as they heard the sound of 
things crashing to the floor.

"Why do I have the feeling they're probably fine?" Xander murmured.

"I'm thinking, leaving now would be good," Willow quickly intoned.

The others were quick to agree as they rushed out of the building.


Their first time together had been the most beautiful night of Buffy's life. Angel had 
worshipped her body that night, he'd been so careful to make it as pleasurable as possible 
for her. They had both taken their time that night, but tonight they couldn't wait for their 
skin to be touching. Buffy ripped Angel's shirt open, the buttons flying across the room 
as she pressed her lips to his chest. Angel fought to control the desire rising within him as 
Buffy's mouth teased the flesh of his chest.

More than anything in the world he wanted to tear her clothes off and bury himself inside 
her. His hands made quick work of unsnapping her bra, and he immediately took one of 
her breasts into his mouth. Buffy moaned aloud, as his tongue teased her nipple, making 
it stand erect. He continued the sweet torture, his hands making their way under her skirt, 
and she heard the faint ripping sound of her panties being torn away. Her own hands were
busy with Angel's belt, fumbling with the zipper on his pants. She heard him growl low 
in his throat, the sound only adding to her pleasure. His mouth sought hers as he pushed 
her back onto the table and entered her in one quick thrust.

He lay still above her for a moment, relishing the feeling of being inside her once more. 
He could hear her breathing coming in ragged spurts, her desire for him just as escalated 
as his for her. Buffy reached a hand up to caress his face, kissing him softly. She wrapped 
her legs around his body, locking her ankles as he began to move within her. They moved 
together quickly, Angel's mouth capturing Buffy's again as he felt his body release his 
seed within her.

"I love you," she whispered against his skin, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Angel quickly gathered Buffy into his arms, carrying her down the hallway to his 
bedroom. They removed the shredded remains of their clothing before lying back on the 
bed together. He snuggled his body against hers, holding her tightly before falling into a 
peaceful sleep.

Buffy looked up at Angel's sleeping form. Her head lay comfortably on his shoulder, her 
arm across his broad chest, and her leg curled around one of his own. She sighed 
contently, loving the fact the she was once again in his arms where she belonged. She 
called out to him softly and he gently opened his eyes to her. His gaze caressed her face 
as his fingertips ran small delicate circular patterns on her back. She shivered with 
pleasure, her body responding immediately to his touch.

He rolled her over so she was beneath him once again, smiling down at her as he brushed 
a strand of hair from her face. He caressed her neck with his lips, starting just below her 
ear, trailing down until he reached her collarbone. She arched her body toward his as he 
rained feather light kisses on her shoulders, moving down to bury his face in the valley of 
her breasts, inhaling her scent deeply, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. He looked 
up at her, his gaze piercing her body to the very depth of her soul.

Buffy's intake of breath was sharp and audible as his lips devoured her breasts one by 
one, suckling at the tips. She moaned out his name, clutching tightly to the cool sheets 
beneath her body that suddenly felt as if it had been set on fire. Her body was writhing 
beneath his, the feelings he was eliciting becoming too much to contain.  He slowly 
moved his lips down the outside of her leg to her knee, then coming back up the sensitive 
inside.
He could feel her tremble beneath him, but he knew it was nothing compared to what 
would happen next. He moved to where her hips joined with her legs, and let his tongue 
search out her center as his hands stroked the outsides of her thighs. He knew when he 
was where he needed to be.

"Angel! Oh God, don't stop!"

He looked up from her body and gazed into her eyes. "Okay," he paused only for a 
moment, "I won't." Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gasped again.  He went 
back to work, his tongue roving over and over her hot spot, eliciting much moaning from 
the woman he loved. She arched towards him again as he slid his tongue deeper inside 
her, tasting her. He heard her chanting his name, a cry, a plea, an exclamation of ecstasy. 
She was so near to her orgasm, he could feel her muscles tighten around him. Sure 
enough, she came, and he drank down her sweet nectar, careful to leave enough so he 
wouldn't hurt her in the coming moments. Her body still tense, he rose above her, 
crawling slowly up her body, and sinking into her lap, into her waiting arms. As he slid 
inside her they both gasped at the intense feeling of being completely whole once more.  
She cried his
name out once more, clutching his shoulders as he thrust long and deep into her. He felt 
her convulse around him, surrounding him in pleasure, drawing him towards her neck. "I 
love you," he whispered, before sinking his fangs into her throat.

"I have to be dreaming," Buffy whispered. She lay in the comfort of Angel's arms, her 
fingertips caressing his skin as he held her.

"Why?" he asked, planting a light kiss to her neck.

"Because we're together, and it just...."

"I know." He looked down at her when he heard her stomach rumble. "Hungry?"

"A little."

"Come on," he said, tugging on her hand. He pulled one of his sweaters over her head 
before slipping his boxer shorts on. Buffy silently followed him out to the living room, 
resting on the couch as he went to get her some food.

"You and food," she smiled up at him. "It's like a fantasy come true." Angel couldn't 
help but smile as he sat next to her, holding a carton of ice cream in one hand, and settled 
various junk food on the floor near them. "Why do you have all this stuff?"

"Cordelia insists on snacks while I make her research."

"I can live with that." She grinned as Angel raised the spoonful of ice cream to her lips. 
They sat contently, Angel feeding Buffy, enjoying just being together. Buffy leaned 
forward, kissing Angel's lips longingly. The spoonful of ice cream began to slowly drip 
down, before landing on his chest.

"Okay, getting a little clumsy here," he said when the coldness hit his skin.

"No," she whispered. "I'd say it's just right." Angel couldn't suppress the huge grin that 
broke over his face as the woman he loved leaned forward and proceeded to lick his chest 
clean. Her tongue moved over his skin, savoring the taste of chocolate and Angel 
together. He dropped the carton he was holding, pulling Buffy into his arms. His lips 
sought hers, her hands moving down to pull off his boxers.

Cordelia and Doyle walked slowly down the steps into Angel's apartment. They heard 
the giggles coming from somewhere, glancing around as they went. "They're awfully 
loud, aren't they?" Doyle observed.

"Well after all the time they've spent," Cordelia couldn't finish her sentence when she 
saw Buffy, clad only in one of Angel's huge black sweaters, straddling the vampire 
below her. "Quick!" she thrust a stake at Doyle, "before he gets all grr! again!"

Buffy bit down on her lower lip, "Please tell me they're not really here."

"Maybe we should," Doyle quickly regained his composure. "See you guys upstairs, 
hopefully less of you that is!" He grabbed Cordelia's hand and raced up the steps they 
had just come down.

"So, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" Angel asked his lover.

"Right about here," she answered almost breathlessly, her body sinking into his.


Cordelia jumped up from her sitting position next to Doyle as Buffy and Angel came up 
the stairs. She had a stake in one hand, and a cross in the other. "You're still good, right?"

"I'm fine," Angel answered.

"Nice to meet you, Buffy," Doyle greeted. "Of course I thought when we finally met, it'd 
be a little different."

"Same to you," she replied, her cheeks bright red. "I need to call Willow. We're 
supposed to head back today."

"Willow called, actually."

"Yeah?"

Cordelia looked down at her watch. "They'll be here in twenty minutes. That's what I 
was coming downstairs to tell you."

"Thanks." Buffy turned away from the others, facing Angel. "Two whole days, I don't 
know if I can wait that long to see you again."

Angel pulled her into his arms. "I'll be there tomorrow night, I promise."

"What's going on?" Cordy started.  "I'm going back to Sunnydale."

"What about the business, what about helping others?! What about my job?!"

"You think you and I can't handle it, Princess?" Doyle asked.

"I'm sure I can talk Spike into coming out here to help you guys."

"Spike?!" three incredulous voices asked.

"Well, he's changed a little," Willow's voice suddenly filled in.

"That's a better expression than the one you're usually wearing," Xander stated.

"Gotta agree on that one," Oz replied.

"Going back to, Spike?" Angel looked down at Buffy.

"Willow kinda sorta pulled a little whammy on him."

"Oh, it wasn't me, it was the commando guys."

"Yeah, have we found out who they are so we can thank them yet?" Xander quipped. "As 
Spike likes to put it, he's been sent to the vet and can't chase the other puppies."

"Bottom line," Buffy finished, "he's on the home team now."

"Okay, well Spike." Cordelia couldn't help but play with her hands.. "He won't try to kill 
us?"

"Naw," Xander yawned. "He's fixed. We going or what?"

Buffy and Angel looked back to each other, their arms tightening around each other's 
bodies. "I'll see you tomorrow night," he whispered, planting a passionate kiss on her 
lips.


Buffy practically flew out of the classroom they had been using for the study session. 
Willow and Oz had just smiled at her as she played with her pen throughout Riley's 
review. They knew Angel would be there tonight, Buffy had filled them in on their dream 
on the way back home. It was good to see her so happy again. The sun had set a couple 
hours ago, which meant that Angel was probably already here by now.

"Buffy, wait up!" Riley called, running to catch up with her.

"Oh hey, Riley. What's up?"

"Well, I was just, wondering that is. Didn't I see you wearing that yesterday?"

Buffy looked down at Angel's sweater that she had worn home the day before. His smell 
was still present in the fabric and she couldn't bear to take it off. "You stopped me 
because you were wondering about my clothes?"

"No, I.... The weekend away seems to have agreed with you. Wish I could've joined you 
guys, nice to be invited."

He saw the smile that lit up her face, mistaking it for the something more that he wanted. 
"It was a great weekend," she agreed.

"Well, maybe next time. So I was wondering, if you'd maybe like to have dinner or 
something?"

"Actually," she stopped when she felt Angel behind her. "I'm a little busy." Buffy turned 
around, her heart practically stopping when she saw him. He smiled down at her, not 
even noticing the person she had been talking to. Angel's mouth descended upon hers, 
devouring her lips the second she was once again in his arms.

"Hi," he whispered, when they finally broke apart so she could breathe. "Who's that?"

"Oh, I'm rude. Angel, this is Riley the TA in my psych class. Riley, this is Angel, my 
boyfriend."

"Hi," Riley greeted, unable to keep the hint of sadness from his voice. He noticed the 
way that Buffy's eyes lit up when she said Angel's name. How the smile that was on her 
face was completely genuine, and not the forced one he had come to know. There was 
something else he sensed about the man before him, something he thought Buffy 
probably didn't know but that the other members of the Initiative would want to. "I'll see 
you around," he called out to the couple who were happily walking away with their arms 
around each other.


The End