Wesley entered the room and watched as Cordelia and Caela shared their personal stories of deamons and other yucky encounters, with coffee in his hand and leaned again the counter.

Caela didn't particularly like the idea that Wesley was simply staring and eavse dropping into their conversation when he could just be in it as easily. Her mind was uneasy as to what was going through his mind as he watched, in his own little world. He occationally glanced at him from the corner of her eye, trying to figure him out.

She couldn't take it anymore, "Is ther' somethin' I can help ya wit'?" She cut Cordelia in mid sentense, of which the older girl didn't seem to care, sense she was eager to find out what Wesley's deal was as well.

"Hmmm?" He shook himself, finally, out of his trance of interest. "Oh yes, I do hope so." He approached Caela. "You see, We know that you are the Kismettin, and that someone is toying with the destiny's of some very important people, but what I don't understand is why you need another slayer, plus a vampire, to be your Protectors. It just doesn't add up. Pike claims that you are not up to your full strength. If you are equal to Buffy's stength in bron, then what exactly are you capable of when you are at your peek?" He studied her presently expressionless face for some inkling of false information being tossed about. He found nothing.

"What do you want to know?" Caela waited for Wesley to contemplate her question and the known information already.

"Everything." His face was serious, more so than ever. He seemed to be more fearful than the others. He spent most of his time around Caela, while they were in the house. He appeared to be studying her in some way.

Angel couldn't take it, it wasn't fair that she got to touch him but he couldn't. He'd enjoyed and longed for the night before, but he knew that she was still, technically, someone else's. She was, for the time, taken. But then again, he had "taken" her last night. Whatever or whoever she belonged to beforehand no longer applied. She had cheated on Riley and she was going to break it off with him in, one would assume, a few hours. Riley didn't hold a reputation for not seeing his girlfriend for over a day. He was bound to stop by or at least call. Angel was possitive it would be today.

Buffy's hand was so warm, and yet he kept his hands to himself. It was becoming unbearable. She smelt so go. Of peaches and strawberries. Her perfume had always overwhelmed him when they were close. But since he had caught her directly after a shower it was only her shampoo that filler the air. The vanilla spray had not been applied yet. It didn't matter, she was still delicious. He starred in her eyes. Then her lips. They were read as ever. He could smell her without even being in the same room, ut with her this close, he couldn't stand being so near and not able to respond to her. Buffy's hair was combed back from her forehead but flowed around her ears and down her back.

Buffy let him explore her body with his eyes. He didn't focus on one single feature, he took in every bit of her. Her skin's softness, even just in sight, her eyelashes; the way they flutered up to look at him, and the smell of her, God she smells so good. Screw this. He couldn't take it anymore. Technically she was his. She always had been, they both knew that. Angel leaned down quickly, catching Buffy off gaurd as he caught her lips with full intentions of taking more. She almost collapsed from the rush, but Angel caught her and held her up against his chest. She was being lavished by her true love bow, not a substitute.

His posture had decreased in strength as the kiss grew more passionate. His knees giving in, they both toppled and stumbled to the wall. Angel sandwiched Buffy against the wall, and claimed her waist with his right arm as the left cradled her face and neck. His lips voyaged from her lips and to her neck. He suckled the thin flesh between her ear and shoulder, not attempting to give her a hicky, but dangerously close to doing so. Buffy's arms held him by the waist, pulling his body closer. She relieved one hand from that position and moved it to his shirt buttons. She fumbled on the material as she tried to undo his shirt.

With her towel already loosely wrapped about half her body, he was easily able to remove it by simply tugging on the top near her chest and under her arm. The towel slipped it's way down to the floor, piling at their feet on the floor. Angel's shirt was now completly unbuttoned, and Buffy's hands had slid between the cotton and around his shoulders and back, caressing the marble identical muscles. Angel returned to her lips and rejoined her tongue with his. She tasted so marvelously; sweet essense of love and passion. Her being overwhelmed his; heart and soul, and a horrible thought crossed his mind, I can't imagine my life without her, what it would be like. And he pulled away with the fear that this thought brought to him, his terror showned through his eyes and down on her's. He stared at her with this running through his head. His eyes stung with a threat of tears as he comtemplated this and looked at her.

Buffy didn't understand what was going on in his head, but didn't particularly care either. She reached out behind his head and forced him to her and returned to their major mackout session. Angel gave in, sliping his hands under her arms and placed one hand on the back of her head, the other around her waist, pushing her nude body to him. Angel was just about to pick Buffy up and carry her to the bed when Caela knocked on the door.

"Buffy, can I come in, I need to talk to-" She stopped herself. She didn't realize until now that Angel was in the room as well. She smiled to herself about the new information that she had just recieved. Thinking to herself for a moment she finally decided upon knocking again, this time more lightly.

Buffy and Angel were dressing frantically. Buffy tried to pull on her jeans as she kept her balance as Angel rebuttoned his shirt.

Caela knocked. "Wesley wants us to conversate about what we all know. Take yer time. We'll wait."

Buffy and Angel eyed each other. Then, both calling out at the same time. "Thank you."

Caela nodded in satisfaction and made her way to the group's meeting area in the living room.

Part Seventeen

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