| Title: Beginning Anew Summery: It's kind of hard to explain, but Buffy is 25 and works as a prostitute, but not the regular kind. In this reality it's legal and men phone her to set appointments. I know it looks tacky, but when some of Angel's friends set a date for him with Buffy, she is inspired to change her career. Author's Notes: I wanted to make it really hard for Buffy to get money so she reverts to this very low career. And I wanted Angel to be a rich, tall, dark, hansome guy that gets set up with her for one night, but their attraction causes them to draw closer. Rating: NC 17 Distribution: Anyone that is of legal age and wants this, can have it. Author name: I'm am called PixieLiz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Buffy pushed the brass key into the lock and turned it. There was a soft click and the door opened easily. 'thank god', Buffy thought and walked into her small apartment after another night of being ravaged by a complete stranger. The guy had phoned her three days ago and set an appointment, and was willing to pay her five hundred dollars, so she had to take it. Closing the door behind her and pulling her key out and locked the door and threw her purse on the dirty counter. She moved to her bed and undressed to go to sleep. "I have to get into a different line of work." she said to herself when she was snuggled into the old matress with her brand new blankets she had bought after her last client called. It's wasn't like she hated the money that she got, it was just every guy did her like she didn't matter, like what she felt didn't matter, that was why she never had an orgasm since she started this, which was three weeks ago. She'd had five pregancy scares already. Not being able to get to sleep with the crude memory of the night still fresh in her mind, she got up. Moving to her sink and looking in the cracked mirror. Her make up was still perfect and her the over sized shirt was in place. Sighing, she took the face cloth and washed her make up off and grabbed a beer from her barely running refridgerator. This was going to be a very long night. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angel's friends were grouped around a large living room. "What do ya say, guys? Should we call Buffy Summers? I hear she's the best." one of the guys, his name was Noah, said to the others. "I don't know, dude, Buffy is kind of expensive." replied Derrek, his long brown hair hanging in his eyes. Jarred shrugged. "Well, if we all pool our money we can do it." he told the group of nine other guys. They all looked at him, Jarred never said anything except 'look at that hot chick' nowadays. "What? He's been down since Darla gave him the boot, I say we do what we gotta do." they all nodded their agreement. "Let's call her." he picked up the phone and grabbed the phonebook. Larry grabbed the phone and book from him. "She knows me." he said, all the men laughed. "What? She does, I paid her three hundred for a date last week." Levi laughed harder. "Where the hell did *you* get three hundred?" At Larry's blush they all knew he got it from his father, who owned a mall downtown. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen to make the call. He dialed the well practiced numbers. After a few rings someone picked up. "Hello?" Buffy answered on the other end. "Hey, is this Buffy Summers?" Larry asked, knowing the answer already. "Yeah, that's me. I'm booked solid until Thursday night." she said. "You can make your appointment now, or wait until a new spot opens." "Actually, it's not for me, it's for my friend." he told her. "I need your friend's name, phone number, and address." she answered, she'd done this lots of times, sometimes someone would call at like three in the morning. "His name is Angel Richards, his number is 256-8510, and his address is 1632 Revello Drive." Larry told her. Buffy scribbled it all down on the callender she had by the phone. "Thanks, what time do you want to set the appointment for?" she asked. "Um, how about 5:30, I want you to take him to dinner and to a movie, then to bed, of course." he ordered her. Buffy was infuriated by his tone of voice. "Right, got it. bye." she hung up before he could say goodbye to her. Larry chuckled and hung up himself then rejoined his friends. "It's all set. We're going to tell Angel he has a blind date, and Buffy is going to be the date." he announced. Steve stood up. "Great, see y'all later, I'm going to bed." he bounded up the stairs, they were all staying over at Larry's house that night. "That sounds really good." Jarred agreed and went upstair and claimed the guest room for himself. But there was the thing over their heads that haunted them, did they do the right thing? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "A blind date! Are you guys nuts?" Angel exclaimed after hearing this. "There is no way that you'll get me to take out a girl that I don't even know." he told Larry. "Come on, man. You've been brooding over Darla for weeks, get over it and move on." Larry countered. "Plus, this girl, major hottie. You'll definately hit it off." he knew that for a fact. "No, Larry, I won't!" Angel said. "That's final, I don't care how hot she... how hot is she?" he asked curiously. "Babe of the friggin' millenium." Larry told him. Angel sighed and thought it over. "Fine, but only one date." he said. "Agreed, man." his friend said and they shook on it and headed toward the college door to get to class. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thursday night came all to soon for Buffy. She had been lying about the whole booked solid thing, so this was her first appointment in a whole six days. Lucky for her with the five hundred she bought a new outfit for this night and did her make up with new mascara and eyeshadow. She just had a funny feeling she needed to looked really good tonight. Mostly she didn't care. It was exactly five thirty when there was a know on the door on her small apartment. She hurried to the door and opened it. There was a very hansome blond on the other side. "Are you Angel?" she asked. "No, I'm Larry. Angel's outside in the car. I'm the limo driver for tonight." he told her with a neat bow of his head which alowed him a glance at her body. She was dressed in a red strapless dress that fell to her mid thigh and hugged each and lever one of her perfect curves. Her hair was elegantly piled on top of her head with a few wisps to frame her pretty face. "Right this way ma'am." the Larry said. "I think I know my way around." she said with her usual attitude which made guys got crazy for her. "No doubt in my mind." Larry replied, and they walked down the hall and down the stairs. When they got to the front door, Buffy gasped at the sight of the long white limo with black tinted windows. She thought Larry had been lying about the limo thing. "Oh my God." Buffy whispered in shock. "My lady you haven't even seen the man inside." he took her hand and led her to the side door at the back of the limo. He oped it for her. "Your date awaits." he gestured inside. Buffy gave him a look of happiness, never had she been treated so grandly. Gracefully she stepped into the back seat, careful not to hurt herself on her red stappy heels and the door was closed behind her. Buffy got she first look at her date and had her breath taken away once again. "Hi, I'm Buffy Summers, you must be Angel Richards." she stuck out her hand with the red panted nails and pretty fake gold bracelet and a silver claddagh ring on her middle finger, the crown pointing in. "Yeah, that's me." he took her hand and shook it politely. He was blown away by her beauty and most definately her dress. "So where are we goin?" she asked. Looking at the two winde glasses at the bar and the bottle of Dawm(sp?) that was chilled in a real silver, ice bucket. "Oh, wine." she said like an excited teenager. "Would you like a glass, we have a while before we get to the restaurant." he said. "Sure." she replied. She watched Angel take the bottle of wine and the two glasses. "I'm 25, so we're not braking any laws." she assured him. Angel chuckled. "I know." he said and handed her a full glass of wine and poured a glass for himself. "This might sound funny, but I've never had wine before." she confessed. She took a small sip and the flavor was fantasic. "But I hope I'll get to have wine again after this date." The rest of the ride was ackward silence. But when the limo stopped and Larry came around to open her door, she noticed where they were. They were at the new theater, not movie, but play theater. She got out in a trance, and Angel followed. "Cabereh is playing tonight, so I thought you might like to see it." he told her. Buffy looked up at his very hansome face and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, which he returned. "Thank you." she was very grateful, it must have been expensive to get tickets for the play. "Well, we should get inside, it's chilly out tonight." Angel nodded and offered his arm in essort. Buffy giggled and accepted to offer. When they got to the line, Buffy thought Angel would stop, but he walked right to the front of the line and right through the door. "Don't worry, my father owns this place." he told her. Buffy's eyes widened, she most definately wanted to sleep with his guy. Angel led them to a table at the front was was reserved for them, it was right center stage, but not too close that they would have to strain to see the stage. "Wow." Buffy exclaimed. Angel just smiled. He was glad that he pleased her. It was a blind date, but he felt like he knew her from somewhere. She was so beautiful and it felt like there was a magnetic force drawing them together. Buffy sat across for him and looked into his eyes. "After the show, do you want me to take you home?" he asked. Buffy was a little taken off guard, didn't he know who she was? But she didn't say that, she just said. "We'll see when the show ends." she graced him with one of her sweet smiles, she managed to stay reletively innocent even with her not-so-innocent line of work. "Okay." he agreed. Then the waitress came to their table. "Hello, would you like to place an order?" she asked in a very elegant spanish accent. Then she noticed Angel. "Ah, Angelus, so nice of you to come and see us." she gushed and touched his cheek. Buffy felt jealously well up inside her. The waitress was like way older than Angel, but still it made her feel uneasy. Angel just smiled back at the woman. "I've missed you too. I've just been really busy with college and stuff." he replied to the black haired woman. Buffy sighed in relief, they were related. "Excuse me miss, may I have a plate of ceaser salad?" she asked. "Anything for my nephew's main girl." she replied and scribbled down a note on her paper pad. "And for you hun?" she asked Angel. "Um, I'll have the shrimp ceaser." he told her. "Make it with not so much parmesaun this time." he reminded her politely. "Of course, sweetie. I'll be back in five minutes with your dinner." she announced then hurried away. Buffy watched her go. "Five minutes?" she looked skeptical. "She's our private waitress." Angel told her. "She's paid to be really quick, plus they have all the best cheifs back there." She smiled and relaxed in her comfortable wooden chair with a nice padding on the seat. "When's the play gonna start?" she asked. Angel glanced at his watch. "About fifteen minutes." he answered. She nodded and watched him pull out a long velvet box. "This is for you." he held it out to her. Her eyes went wide for the thousandth time that night and took the box from him. "Oh my God." she murmured and opened the lid, inside was a diamond necklace that had rubies and saphires for the middle of flowers and diamonds as the peddles. It looked like it was made for her. "Angel, I can't accept this, it must have cost a fortune." she told him, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the beautiful necklace. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Oh God, I love it." she answered touching the silver chain gently. "Then it's yours." he told her. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He got up and pulled the necklace from the box, then he put it on her. "Beautiful." he declared then sat down again. Buffy touched the necklace. "I know, it's gorgeous." she agreed. "I wasn't talking about the necklace." he told her watching her eyes as they lifted to meet his. It was then his aunt came back with their food. "Thank you, Amellia." Angel said gratefully. "You're welcome, Angel eyes." she used his nick name, which made him inwardly wince. Amellia set Buffy't plate down. "Thanks Amellia." she said. "You're welcome, sweet." she replied then left the table as the show was about to begin. A man came to their table and set down champaign glasses and filled them, then hurried away as well. "Well, everyone seems to be in such a hurry." she noticed. "The show is about to start, the staff isn't supposed to be in anyone's view." Angel explained. Then the play started and all conversation ceased. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the show, Buffy and Angel walked out arms in arm like they had walked in. The magnificent white limo was waiting for them outside. Angel held the door for Buffy then got in himself. He closed it behind himself and Larry started out of the large parking lot. "Did you have a good time tonight?" he asked her. "I had a dreamlike time tonight. Everything was great, thank you." she replied. "The pleasure was mine. Do you want to go home now, or go somewhere else together?" he asked. That was the question that Buffy had been meaning to practice an answer to. Angel didn't know that she was supposed to sleep with him, she was being paid six hundred to sleep with him. She just answered what was in her heart. "Do you want to go back to your place." she said, scooting closer and crossing her smooth, nicely tanned, legs toward him and touched his chest, caressing it. Angel looked down into her lovely hazel eyes, that were dark with lust, and bent his head to kiss her. She welcomed it, and welcomed the burning fire it sent throughout her body, specifically between her legs. It had been forever since she had felt this, actual arrousal. Soon they were totally making out, and Buffy moved to straddle his lap. She moaned in pleasure when she felt his hardness through his pants. When the limo stopped Buffy and Angel didn't even notice, they were too wrapped up in each other. Larry opened the limo door and saw them as she was removing his jacket and shirt and he had his hands caressing her ass, then he just closed it and walked into the dormatory to catch some sleep in his room that he just kept in case she picked up a girl. Inside the limo the air was getting hot and stuffy as their passion rose to desperate need. Angel clutched her dress and tugged it over her head and off, underneath she had a red bra and matching red g-string. He smiled in approval before capturing her lips in a searing kiss, then trailing smaller kisses down the side of her neck and over he shoulder. In one swift movement he had her red bra off and was attacking her breasts. He lapped at one before sucking it into her mouth and laving it like a child. "Oh my God... Angel." she cried, holding his head to her. Then he moved to the neglected breast and gave it the same treatment while massaging the other one with his hand. "Oh, that feels... so good." she exclaimed, running her fingers though his soft, spikey, hair. She made quick work of undoing his pants and they manuvered and managed to get them off him, along with his boxers, without too much time separated. Now all that stood between them was her barely there g-string, which he ripped off. "Sorry." he mumbled as he kissed back up her neck and capured her lips in a ferocious kiss. They were completely naked now, their shoes and his socks were gone, they were totally vulnerable to each other. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, which were shadowed with lust for her, then she rose to her knees until the head of his cock was at her opening before sinking down onto him. She closed her eyes in pleasure when he was buried in her to the hilt. He was so big and thick, she felt herself stretch to her limits. Then she burried her face in his shoulder as she started to pump her hips slowly at first then faster. He placed his hands on her hips to help with the effort. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure before capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. They worked together and soon they reached their peak. Angel snaked his hand between their sweaty bodies and massaged her clit once, that was all it took, and with came around him. Her vaginal walls rippled feriously, grabbing at his erection. That pushed Angel over the edge and he came, spilling himself inside her willing body as her inner walls milked him over every last drop. Then they collapsed against each other, spent and sated. As their breathing slowed she clung to him still shaking a bit. She was totally caught off guard by how intense this was. Her face still buried in his shoulder she completely relaxed. When she had recovered she lifted her head to look into his chocolate brown eyes. "So, where to now?" she asked as a joke, he chuckled and cupped her face. If it hadden't felt so right, she would have flinched away, but the feel of his hand on her face was nice. "I have a private dorm room if you want to come up." he told her still stroking her cheek. Buffy nodded and leaned into his hand like a puppy begging for attention. "We should get dressed first." he pointed out. Buffy giggled. "That would be a good idea." she agreed and dismounted from him lap, trying to ignore her body screaming in protest. She picked up her bra and silly excuse for a pair of panties, she put her bra on but her panties were in tatters she grinned at Angel while Angel slipped on his boxers and pants. She tugged her dress over her head again and picked up her sandles. Angel just grabbed the rest of his clothes and they ran up to the dormatory. They hurried inside and up the stairs. Angel pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the dorm room door. They rushed inside and closed and locked the door behind them. They laughed at what they had just done, ran through a public building half naked. Buffy's laugh turned into a squeal as Angel hoisted her into his arms and brought her over to his bed. They climbed under the covers and Angel spooned Buffy against his body, her back against his chest. Soon after Buffy sat up and pulled off her clothes again, then returned to her previous position. Angel noticed Buffy still had the necklace on that he gave her. "You really like the necklace, don't you?" he asked. "I love it." she answered reaching up to touch the beautiful piece of jewerey. "It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." she said honestly. She had a feeling she wouldn't be taking any more clients for a long time. After Angel, no one would be worth it. She felt like she was falling in love with him, and she was, very, very hard. Angel smiled happily and started placing kisses on the back of her neck and along her shoulders. She arched into his gentle touch as his hands moved to caress her stomach before moving lower. This was where she began to get a little nervous, she had never been touched by a hand there before, what would it be like? She had her answer really soon when he brushed his hand over her naked sex before pushing past her outer lips and felt the moisture building there. Buffy didn't know which way to arch, on one hand she had Angel kissing her neck and sending shivers up and down her spine, and on the other hand she had Angel's hand touching her down there, which felt so good she almost cried out, but she held back by force of habit. He obviously noticed and used to pad of his thumb to massage her sensitive clit. This made her buck into his hand and open her mouth in a silent scream. He was determined to make her moan so he brought his other hand around her to massage her right breast which continuing his motions on her sex. She was so close, she thought she was going to explode into tiny little pieces. All her sensitive areas were being arroused by his gentle, loving touches. She couldn't hold back any longer, she arched into his hands and came hard. She cried out his name and shuddered violently with the force of her release. She coated Angel's hand with her juices. Angel stopped his attentions and held her as she road out her pleasure. When she had calmed he moved her onto her back and kissed her passionately, which she returned instantly. His hands started roaming over her body, making her heat up with renewed arousal and lust. He settle between her spread legs and quickly removed his pants and boxers. He braced himself on his forearms and moved to position himself at her entrance, which was still hot and really wet. He remembered in the limo how tight she had been and how wonderful is felt, he couldn't wait to be there again. She touched his face, tracing his eyebrows, lips, and nose, then placing her hands on his shoulders and wrapping her talented legs around his waist, letting his know she was ready. He gently eased himself inside her willing body. She felt herself stretching around his large penis as he sank into all the way to the root, the tip of him pushed against her cervix, and it was heaven. Angel looked into her beautiful hazel eyes, which were shining with fulfillment, and bent his head to kiss her as he began to move in and out of her, slow at first to help her accustom to the sensation again, before he started to speed up. Before long Buffy was raising her hips to meet his thrusts and pulling her knees closer to her to allow him to thrust deeper into her inviting center. "Mmmmm... Angel." she moaned when he moved his kisses to her neck, his hands buried in her blond hair, mussed and strands were clinging to the sweat on her forehead. He tenderly brushed them away as he looking into her eyes again. Buffy smiled blissfully up at him as he thrust faster. She groped at his back, caught in the throes of love making, loving the feel of his strong muscles rippling as he moved in and out of her. "God... Buffy." he murmured breathily before kissing her hungrily, and she returned the kiss with equal hunger. As their pleasure built they moved faster against one another panting each others names. Buffy felt the pleasure knot wind tighter deep inside her womb before she exploded into orgasm clutching his shoulders and raking her nails on his back, crying out his name and how good it felt. At the feel of her strong inner muscles gripping and rippling around him, he couldn't hold back any longer and came along with her spilling his warm seed deep into her welcoming body. Then they collapsed spent and sated. He buried his face in the side her her neck as she petted the back of his head and neck, smiling contentedly. After a while of laying like that, Angel moved off her and pulled her to him. She happily rested her head on his chest and let the beating of his heart lull her into a peaceful sleep. Little did she know a little bit after she slipped into unconsiousness, Angel whispered, "I love you." he knew she was asleep, he just had to get it out. He loved her so much. That necklace he had given her was still around her dainty little lightly tanned neck, it sparkled in the moonlight pouring in from the windows at the head of the bed. He was really glad he chose to have no roommate this year because if he did, he never would have gotten to share that terrific experience with this wonderful woman, the woman he loved. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The birds chirped happily outside to open window as Buffy came back from dreamland. As she became aware she remembered the previous night and how Angel had brought her to a famous show and gave her a beautiful diamond, rubie, and saphire necklace, then had made intense love to her in a white romantic movie style limo, then brought her back to his dorm room and ravished her with his hands then made love to her again, he was amazing. When she opened her eyes he was watching her, propped up on one elbow. "Morning." he greeted and grinned down at her. He watched her stretch her tired muscles then asked. "Did you sleep well?" he scooted closer to her and rubbed her tummy feeling it rumble with morning need for food. She nodded. "Mm hmm, really well. I used a lot of energy last night." she grinned up at him wickedly. "I wonder who's responsible for that?" she said. He just smiled back at her. "Do you got anything to eat in this joint?" she asked sitting up, pulling the covers up to cover herself. "Um, if you're hungry I think there's poptarts and a few hard boiled eggs in the fridge." he told her. When she moved to get up, he took hold of her upper body and tugged her back into bed, pulling the covers over them, then diving under them. Buffy started giggling at he moved down her body under the covers and stopped at her belly. "Hey hungry woman in need of some serious food." she said, but he ignored her and attacked her breasts, taking her left nipple into his mouth, suckling it into a diamond hard tip, before moving to the other. All laughing ceased as hot pleasure shot to her core and moisture leaked out. When he was done with her breasts he moved lower. Buffy wanted to stop him because this was a line she never crossed, but her mouth felt so good against her skin. She was incredibly sensitive to his touch, which was strange, but really nice. When he reached her sex he kissed the small patch of curls before taking her legs and moving them over his shoulders so his face rested between her thighs. He inhaled her musky scent, one he had grown to love in just these few hours they had been together. He heard Buffy say his name and thought it was just a plea to touch her again, so he gave her slit a long sweat lick before separating her intimate lips with his thumbs and delving his tongue inside to explore the hills and valleys, before pushing his tongue inside her entrance, moving it in and out, fucking her gently, letting her get used to it before he moved his mouth to her very sensitive nubbin and suckling it properly, as he pushed two fingers inside her. Buffy writhed on the bed, moaning loudly and clutching his head trying to somehow get him closer. She felt like it was too much, way to much. The pleasure felt like it was attacking her, making it hard for her to breathe, and think. One thought came to her mind, she had to stop Angel. "Angel... please, stop, please stop, please..." she cried as she felt her body tense with unbarable pleasure. Angel stopped, there must he something wrong. He moved up her body until they were face to face. He was surprised to find tears in her eyes and she was shaking so hard, she hadn't come yet and she was already violently shaking. Angel held her as she road it out, but it didn't seem to stop. "Buffy, tell me what's wrong?" he pleaded. Buffy opened her eyes and looked into his. It would be really hard to tell him what she was and how they had really met. But in order to make him see, she would have to. She would when the harsh sensations quit. She felt like her body was shriveling up into a ball then expanded back out. It wasn't very pleasant. "Make it stop, Angel." she whimpered. He understood now. It had probably been a while since she had had a really stong pleasure jolt to her system, her body was in shock. He knew how to remidie this. He touched her face gently before moving his hand to her sex again. He stroked her quivering flesh tenderly as he caressed her cheek with his other hand. Eventually she stopped shaking and calmed down. "Better now?" he asked gently. She nodded. "That was weird." she said truthfully. "Why did that happen?" she asked him. He continued to stoke her lanquidly as he answered. "Your body probably wasn't used to that intensity of sensations and reacted to strongly. It's alright now, you'll be fine." he assured her. She nodded her understanding, then hooked her leg over his hip and pulled his on top of her, then she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Make love to me." she said, it wasn't a demand, it was sort of like a request. "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing she was still a little shook up from what had happened. She nodded quickly and gripped his shoulders. He gave her a single kiss then entered her still quivering sheath. She was so tight and hot it still stunned him as he sank all the way in, enjoying her sigh of pleasure and the feel of her silky walls around his aroused flesh. She sighed in pleasure, tightening her legs around his waist. "Angel..." she sighed as he pulled out of her and thrust back into her slowly. She took a deep breath then flipped them over and straddled his expertly and began to move up and down on him. He took her hips in his hands as she placed her hands on his chest. She rode him hard, striving for orgasm. He moved one hand too where their bodies were joined and manipulated her sensitive clit, sending her careening into a blinding orgasm. She arched her back calling his name as he came along with her. Spent once again she collapsed limply against his chest. "I love you." he whispered. Buffy's head shot up in surprise, she was delighted at the truth in his eyes and answered. "I love you, too." she smiled brightly, her eyes still sparkling with the aftermath of their love making. "I think I've loved you since I first saw you in limo." she told him. He nodded, "I loved you since I first saw you in the shoe store." at her confused expression he explained. "When you were working at the mens footwear store in the mall. You were helping some other guy, I believe he was really hitting on you, and I just loved you. I can't really explain it in words." She grinned. "I never saw you, I was too busy keeping that rude guy's hands off my ass." she started giggling, he joined her with a chuckle. "Anyway, I should go, I have to get home and have something to eat, shower and change." she got up and jumped off the bed. "Do you want to come over to my place tonight?" he asked, getting up himself and slipping on his boxers and pants. She pulled her dress on and arranged her hair the best she could without any mirror or brush. "I don't know, why don't you phone me sometime today." she suggested. "What's you number?" he asked. He moved to get a piece of paper and a pen. "Um, 261-7803." she told him. He scribbled it down. "I better go, before I end up staying longer." she said and strapped on her sandles. She kissed him good bye. "See you later." she said. "Yeah." he answered, then she was gone, out the door, down the hall and gone. He ran a hand through his trousled hair, then stepped into his private bathroom for a quick shower. He placed the paper that had Buffy's phone number on it and turned on the spray. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Buffy got home she went to bed for a long nap. She was woken up by the telephone ringing. Having slept for a while she didn't know what time it was. She got out of bed, prepared to lie to the horny stranger calling her. She picked it up and in her sweetest voice she said, "Hello?" "Hey." Angel answered on the other end. Buffy was surprised he actually called her, she throught that Larry would have told him about the whole date thing. She had refused the money from Larry when came by before she went to bed, it wasn't right to take it. "Angel, hi... um, what's up?" she asked ackwardly. She had never talked to a guy, that she had slept with, on the phone. "Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" he asked her. She could sense the hopefulness in his voice and couldn't refuse. She was dying to see him again. "Sure, where?" she asked. "I'll pick you up at around 5:00, okay?" he answered. Buffy started getting a little nervous, where she lived was really embarassing. She didn't want Angel to see the outside of her apartment building, let alone the inside. "Um, okay, I'll wait for you outside." she told him. He was a little confused. He got the address of her apartment building from Larry because he was too nervous last night to look out the tinted windows to see it himself. Was it too fancy or something that she didn't want him to see it? "Alright, if you want. I'll see you at five then." he said. "Yeah, see ya then." she replied, she heard him hang up, so she put the receiver down too. Then she plopped down on one of her small chairs and put her face in her hands. "This is going way too far. I'm becoming his girlfriend." she liked the sound of that, becoming Angel's girlfriend. But the further in she got the harder it was going to be to tell him how they really met last night. It wasn't a blind date really, it was a job. It would be hard to explain that it turned into something more, she fell in love with him. She got up from her chair and picked up the phone and called her sister, Faith. It rang a couple times then Faith picked up. "Hello?" she said. "Hey, sis." Buffy replied hesitantly, she hadn't spoke to her since Faith found out that she was a postitute, they had been really distant, because Faith looked down on that. "Buffy, what are you doin calling me?" she asked, kinda angry, but still happy to hear from her greatly missed sister. She heard Buffy sniffle. "Oh my God, what's wrong, B?" she asked, all anger ceased and her sisterly concern filling her. "Faith, I fell in love." she told her. "And this man, he is so amazing, and he loves me too, but I'm afraid that when he finds out what I am, he'll leave me." she told her sister the whole story about their date and that they made love (not telling details) and how she was going for a date with his tonight. "B, you gotta quit this job, girl." Faith said sternly, like a mother. "All it's gonna do is take this guy away from you." "I know, I'm going to stop doing this, but what if he finds out my past, with this job and my polive record. What am I gonna do, Faith?" she pleaded with her brunette sister. Faith felt tears in her own eyes. "Tell him, before this goes any deeper. You tell him you love him, then spill you past. If you loves you back as much as you say he does, he won't leave you." she told her sister. "I'm not saying that he won't need a little time, but he will come back to you." Buffy dried her eyes and smiled, feeling better that she got this all off her chest. "Thank you, sis." she was really grateful that her sister could set aside her disappointment and help her out. "You're very welcome, Buffy." she replied. "We all miss you. It's been so long since we saw your face. You should stop by for Independence Day." she suggested. "I will." Buffy promised. "I gotta go get ready. We'll keep in touch now?" she cleared up. "Definitely, have fun on your date." Faith said. "Okay, bye sis." "Bye." the brunette replied. They hung up and Buffy went into her small closet and pulled out a black spagette strap dress and a pair of black, heeled sandals, and put them on. "God, I hope Angel doesn't freak out on me." she prayed, then moved over to her mirror and sink to do her hair and make up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "She's a what?" Angel exclaimed to his best friend Larry. "She's a prostitute? How can that be? I never..." he trailed off. "Um, me and some of the guys called her to cheer you up. I'm sorry, man. We wanted you to move on. We didn't think you'd fuckin' fall in love with her." Larry tried to justify. "How much did you pay her." he asked resentfully. He couldn't believe that the one woman he really truly loved, what paid to sleep with him and lie to him. "Nothing." Larry answered. Angel shot him a 'yeah right' look. "It's true, man. She told me she didn't want the money because she loved you, and she was quitting. Strange whore, that one." he told him. "She's not a whore." Angel spat at him through gritted teeth. Larry shrugged. "Maybe not, she sure was pissed when I offered her five hundred for a blow job." he said casually. That was the last straw for Angel. He grabbed Larry by the collar of his tee shirt and hauled him agaisted the wall. "Shit, man, what's your problem. "Don't talk about Buffy that way." he growled into his friends face. Angel let him go and stomped out of the house. It was 4:45, and he really had to talk to Buffy. He hurried to his car and sped all the way to her apartment. She wasn't waiting outside, he was a little early. He hurried up the stairs and when he found her door, he pounded on it. There was shuffling behind the door, then it opened to Buffy looking stunning in a very short black dress with her hair prettily done in curls and clips, and the necklace he gave her. "Angel?" she winced at his angry glare. "Are you okay?" "Why didn't you tell me?" he got right to the point. "Why did I have to hear that from Larry?" He kep eye contact with her. She looked baffled, utterly speachless. "Well?" "Um." she swallowed nervously, then remembered that she was Buffy Summers, she took shit from no one. "Hey, this wasn't my idea. I took this job for the money. I didn't know what we were doing on the date, and we go to a theater show that I'm in love with, and we go there in a limo of all things. I didn't know you would be so attractive, I didn't know I'd fall in love with you, okay. So why don't you just back off for a moment." "Buffy, you should have told me that you were a hooker." he said coldly. Buffy broke eye contact her eyes welling up in spite of herself. "I'm not a hooker, not anymore." she told him. "I fell in love with a really great guy who I THOUGHT loved me back and would understand. But obviously I was wrong." with that she slammed the door in his face. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Three weeks later Buffy sat at her small one person table with the newspaper spread out on the job offers page. She was crossing out the ones that turned her down. The next on the list was Manager Assistant at some internet software business. She picked up her phone and called the number listed. "Hello, this is Buffy Summers. I'm calling in regards to the job offering I saw in the paper." "Interviews are being held in three days at Internet Software Inc. (I made it up, I think) if you would like an interview please bring a resume with at lease three references. I'm sure we'll be able to fit you in." the operator said overlycheery. "Thanks." Buffy said, trying hide the relief she felt at that moment. She had done assistant work before, this should be easy stuff, getting coffee, filing etc... simple stuff. "Goodbye Ms. Summers." then the line was disconnected. Buffy hung up and got up, heading to her fridge. There was nothing in it exept for a jar of pickles and a jar of mayonaise that was going bad. Buffy looked sadly at the dirty, barely operating, fridge and prayed to God that he would let her get this job. She needed money to buy food, right now she was living on pickles, and she was even running out of those. She dug in her pockets and came up with three fifty. That was enough to get a few buns. She grabbed her coat and headed out, remembering to lock her door. She walked the busy streets, holding her thin coat tightly around her against the cold wind. She came to a bakery and walked inside. Just the smell of the bakery made her empty stomach burn. "Excuse me, can I get three dinner rolls, please?" she asked the man. "Tell you what, I'll give you ten for a lapdance." the rude male teased harshly. Buffy winced, hearing things of her past hurt so bad. It brought up so many bad memories about Angel, and reminded her for the millionth time that day that she was still hopelessly in love with him. "How about I pull out the gun I have under my coat and take those ten buns for free?" she shot back at him. The man gave her a sneer and stuffed three dinner rolls into a bag. "How much?" she asked. "Three dollars and twenty five cents." the man replied. Buffy handed him the money and took the bag from him. "You sure about that lapdance sugar?" he yelled at ther retreating form. Buffy just closed her eyes tightly and clutched the bag harder, and managed the hole back the tears until she got back to the dingy apartment she called home. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Three days later: Buffy stood in the lobby area of the internet business behind a long line of more suffisticalled looking older people with longer reference lists. She cutched the envelope in her hand that held her resume and the three references that she managed the drum up in the short time. For the hundredth time, Buffy checked how long the line is in front of her, it was shrinking, but it would still be hours before she got up to the desk. And hours it took. When Buffy finally got up to the front she handed the resume to the woman. "Miss. Summers." the lady read off the front of the envelope. "You can go right in miss. Fourth door on the left." she instructed. "Thanks." Buffy forced out through her nervousness, and she just couldn't shake the tingle in the pit of her stomach. It was a really weird feeling she hadn't felt in a while. She retrieved her resume from the woman and followed the directions to the door that read Co-Manager and the name Angelus Richards underneath. "Great." Buffy sighed and knocked lightly on the door. "Come in." his deep, sexy voice called. Buffy took a deep breath and regain her composure then opened the door. There he was, sitting at his desk, looking oh so sexy in the business suit he was wearing. He had his head down and was placing a file in a drawer. When he looked up, she saw the surprise written all over his face. "Buffy." he said. "Hey." Buffy greeted back. "What are you doing here?" he asked, wondering how she found out where he worked, then he saw the envelope in her hand and understood. "I'm here to apply for that job. Manager's Assistant." She told him. "of course. Have a seat." He gestured to the seat. Buffy nodded and ackwardly sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. She handed the envelope to him and crossed one leg over the other and held her hands neatly folded in her lap. She supressed a smile when she saw him check out her legs and swallow deeply, clearly nervous. "So, where do we start." she asked him. Angel opened the envelope and read over her resume. "Um, I think I know everything I need for this interview. Unless you have any others jobs to speak of." he said harshly. Buffy looked down at her hands. "I didn't have a choice. I was forced into that... um..line of work." "Forgive me Buffy, there are millions of other jobs you could have taken. You didn't have to do prostitution." he scolded. Buffy nearly shook in anger. "How about this... I ran away from home because my father was trying to rape me. I came here because of the very reason that there are lots of jobs available here. I looked, God knows how hard I worked to get jobs and keep them. But the money I made was never enough. When I met a hooker in a bar ranting about the money she makes, I couldn't help overhearing. I was tired, hungry, scared for my life, and that my father would find me. I needed money. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth." with that she stood up. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Richards." then she stormed out of the office, leaving a stunned Angel in her wake. When she was outside, she heard Angel calling after her. She turned, seeing him opening the door and run up her, she covered her face and turned away from him. "Buffy, I'm sorry." he said, nearly begging. Buffy slowly turned and looked at him, then he was down on his knees in front of her. "I'm so sorry for the things I said to you. I didn't know. Please forgive me." he pleaded her. "You hurt me." she said weakly. "I know. Now I'm asking you to forgive me, to love me again." he searched her face for any sign of emotion that might answer his question. When she was quiet he added, "I love you." Buffy turned away from him and walked a few steps. Angel got up and watched her walk, then stop. Then she turned to him, and burst into laughter and ran back to his arms. Crying through her laughter, wrapping her arms and legs around him chanting, "I love you." over and over again. Angel just held her, stroking her hair, just enjoying the reality that he had her back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The morning sun shone in through the window. Buffy curled up in Angel's arms with her back to his chest. He was already awake, just loving the feeling of her warm body pressed against his again. Everything was perfect. "Angel?" her soft voice said. "Hmm." he replied. "I'm pregnant." she told him, when she didn't get a responce, she turned over in his arms. "About three weeks along." "Wow." he said with a broad smile, his hand found it's way to her stomach and caressed it gently. "I love you so much." Buffy covered his hand with hers. "I love you too." She lifted herself up and press her lips to his. He imediately responded and rolled on top of her, pressing her into the soft matress of his bed. "You know, I'm never believed in fate and love at first sight until I met you." "Same here. Now, kiss me." He happily complied. The End |