| Title: High School Sweethearts Summery: What if Buffy was the head cheerleader of the varsity football team, and Angel was the quarterback of the varsity foorball team at a school called (making it up) Lost Angels Secondary School. Authors Notes: This is another one of my wim fics, I was just sitting around being bored, thinking about high school and the hottest couple was always the head cheerleader and the quarterback, so I thought stick Buffy and Angel in there. But I'm lengthening Buffy's name to Buffelyn and Angel to Angelus and 'buffy' and 'angel' are nick names. Rating: NC-17 (****swearing, sex, and dealing with child abbuse*****) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Like, oh my goodness, Buffy! I love that outfit, it is so sexy." Whitney (nick name=Willow) cried out in her excitement. It was their very first practice of the new year and Buffelyn just walked into the changeroom. "Hey Will, thanks I got it at Macy's, I thought I should wear something that would, you know, get me a stuttering guy. I thought I could lead him on, then drop him in a blink of an eye." she told her friend as they started to change into there practice clothes. Willow nodded and asked. "Any luck yet?" she removed her shirt and pulled in her white tank top. Buffy pulled off her black tube top and replaced it with a white t-shirt complete with a small picture of a monarch butterfly. "Well, there was this guy in tech. class that was totally losing his mind. I tell you I just don't get guys." She tossed her hair and pulled her black shorts out of her bag. Willow's eyebrows went up. "So, spill girl, I'm not getting any less beautiful here." she ran a brush through her hair and picked up her black shorts with two strips down each leg. she she unzipped her shirt and replaced it with her shorts. "This particular guy didn't look like he could fit anymore zits on his face." they both started giggling. Buffy unzipped her pants and put on her black shorts that matched the top, being that the hem on the bottom of each leg was lined with monarch butterflies, and changing her docker boots and putting on her _Nike_ runners, Willow did the same and put on her _Nike_ runners, too. They dressed to impress, even when working out. "So," Buffy said, confirming her appearance to be perfect in the mirror, "are we good to go?" "Let's go get'em." Willow answered and they stepped out of the changeroom and joined their friends that always got there early. Cordelia walked up to Buffy. "Oh, girl, I love your gym clothes." They did that french way of shaking hands (the cheek to cheek kiss thing I don't know what it's formal name is) and she said. "Have you seen the new quarterback?" she pretended to fan herself making it seem like she was warm. "He is *such* a hottie. I think he's going to show up to watch practice." Buffy smiled, "What's his name?" Cordelia made a face like she was trying really hard to remember. One of Buffy's friends from the little group that had formed in the gymnasium piped in. "His name is Angelus DeCotario"(The last name was a wim, sorry if you don't like it, I just think it goes with his first name ) "He's right up there on the ballony." the curly haired red head pointed to the dark haired boy about 16 or 17 years old, who was watching the cheerleaders off in of the corners, they were practicing. But when he saw Nina (the red head that was told Buffy his name) he smiled at her. "He's my brother." she told Buffy. But she didn't hear her, she was too busy being dazed by Angelus's very attractive looks. But she was broken out of her daze by the whistle that signaled the start of practice. She jumped a bit then walked to her postition at the tip of the 15 girl tiangle. This was the starting position. " Okay girls, touch down cheer. Ready, and," Buffy yelled before the she and the group began their heavily practiced routine that they do everytime the Lost Angels Pterodactals (Yeah I know it's lame, but I can't think of a better team name) made a touch down. In sync they all started the actual cheer. "I said, brr... isn't cold in here! I said there must be some Teroes in the atmosphere..." and so on. (I borrowed the cheer from a cheerleading movie). Angel was, at first, watching his sister, waiting for her to screw up so he could bug her about it for months. Nina was position in the tiangle behind and to the right of Buffy. He noticed her, and was insantly falling for her, hard. One of his friends came up behind him. "Hey, man. Come to watch the cheerleaders shake it, very cool. You entered my world." he joked. "Hey Xand." Angel said emptily, he was too busy oogling Buffy as they went into a pyramid, Buffy was climbing to the top and this gave him a pretty good view of her ass. "Um, who's the blond girl?" he asked his friend. Xander looked and started to laugh. "You've got the bug known as Buffelyn Crush Syndrom, it's all over the school. Basically any guy that's alive gets it. She leads them on, then drops then in thin air. She's a hottie, though." "Her name's Buffelyn?" Angel asked, not taking his eyes off her as the squad unascembled their pyramid, Buffy went first by cart-wheeling down the side using the other perfectly choreographed placed hands to land on until she was on the floor. Once everyone was off the pyramid they broke into a routine that they were still working on for the upcoming game against the Los Angeles Areoles in two weeks. Xander nodded, "Yup, but I wouldn't follow through on this crush. She's probably gotten asked out so many times today." he sympathetically patted him on the shoulder. "I had a thing for her since 6th grade, she didn't even acknowledge my presence. She never even knew I was in her class until we had to be partners in some pond science project." "She had a lot of guys after her, huh?" Angel said, she wasn't suprised, with a body like that she probably had guys lining up around the block to ask her out. "Do you think she's go out with me?" he wasn't going to give up until he had her. At his old school he was the half back of the football team and he didn't get very many turndowns from girls. Why should it be different here, besides he was the quarterback now." "Hey, I'm not saying you can't try, but I don't think she'll say yes." Xander answered, Angel made a 'hmm' sound. "But she is going to the Bronze tonight. Maybe you could make your move there." Angel nodded. "I saw her there last time. I just glance at her, I didn't get a good look." Xander laughed at bit. "Well, it was obviously her laundry day, because she is always dressed to kill when she's at the Bronze on Friday nights, or any other night for that matter." Angel nodded. He didn't catch her outfit at the Bronze that one time. He had a feeling he was really going to like her outfit tonight. About two hours later, cheerleading practice was over and the girls at crowded into the changeroom. After changing Buffy, Willow, and Nina walked each other to their lockers. "Are you serious? Angelus is your brother? That must totally suck." Willow exclaimed, as they came to her locker. "Not being able to like him. I couldn't stand it." she opened her locker and grabbed her stuff. Then they set off towards Nina's locker. "Well when you grow up with him, you sort of don't look at him in that way. When I look at him I see the guy that embarassed me all the time when we went to McDonalds, because I liked one of the clerks." ass three giggled. "Do you think my brother is hot, Buffy?" Nina addressed her. She was startled at the question. "I guess, he's easy on the eyes. But it seems like at the jerks are." they approahed Nina's locker. She got her stuff from it and were silent all the way to Buffy's locker. "Come on, Buffy." Willow exclaimed at last, "Angelus is easy on the eyes. It's a heartthrob!" she yelled trying to get Buffy to own up to thinking more of Angel. "I'm glad you think so." It was Angel. Buffy froze at his voice, she never heard it before but it seemed so familiar, and it was so deep, soft and sexy it made her knees weak. She was really glad that she had worn that particular outfit that day, she didn't want him to see her in one of her less hot outfit. Angel's eyes met Buffy's and the conection was so strong it threw both of them. "Hi," he said, "I'm Angelus, friends call me Angel." he offered his hand in a friendly gesture of shaking hers. "Buffy." she introduced herself and took his hand. That was possibly the worst but best thing in the world. She felt shock waves across the area of skin that was touching his. He felt it too. "Nice to meet you." she managed to say in a voice that didn't sound totally pathetic. She caught a glimpse of her cell, more specifically the time that it said. "Oh shit." she mummbled under her breath. "I'm sorry guys." she quickly grabbed everything she need from her locker and closed it in a hurry. "I am so late, and I have to walk, so that equals more late. I'll see you guy's later." she hurried off. "Hey, wait!" Angel called after her and caught up. "I could give you a ride home." he offered. Buffy stopped in her tracks. She looked up at him, he towered over her, at least a foot taller then her. "You'd give me a ride home?" she asked. Even the guys that she dated in grade ten would do that. Angel was kind of thrown by the tone of her voice. "Sure." he answered smoothly. "My car is just out there." he gestured to the front foyer door. A bright smile spread across her face. "Thanks," she said, "that'd be nice." she took his hand in hers, it was just an instinct she picked up over the years of playing with men's feelings, but this was also something else. It was almost natural. He was startled by her hand slipping into his and her fingers interlacing with his, but it was nice, really nice. "Okay." he said, and they walked together out of the school. "So do you always hold hands with a guy you just met a few minutes ago?" he teased. She laughed. "Not usually." she said with a another small laugh. They approached a red corvette convertable that had two black stripes that ran down the middle. "Oh my God, it that your car?" Buffy exclaimed. "Yeah." he said shyly. "I had to save all my money for at least three years to get it, but here it is." he took his keys out of his pocket and pressed the botton on the romot car starter, and the car started. He pressed the hood one and it went back. Then he press the doors and the doors unlocked. She was really really really impressed. She deffinately needed a boyfriend like him. Hell, she wanted him to be her boyfriend. "Wow. You can drive me home anytime." she said flirtasiously. He laughed and opened the door for her. She smiled at his in thanks and slipped into her seat. He closed the door behind her, and walked around the car. She had done up her seat belt, crossed her legs, and put on her sunglasses. When he got in, he was once again entranced by her beauty. She caught him staring at her, but didn't say anything, she liked it. "So, where do you live." he asked, starting up the engine. "1630 Rebello Drive." she told him. He nodded and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, then sped off in the direction of her street. "Where do you live?" she asked. "Why?" he asked back. "Because it's only fair that I should know where you live if you know where I live. It's just the law of the teenage girl." she explained in a voice that told him she was serious behind the hint of teasing. "I live in an apartment with my mom and sister on Texas Drive (I don't know if that's an actual street so don't chew my head off, please) the apartment in called SunSet View (same deal as the street name), for obvious reasons." he said casually. "Cool." she replied with a smile. SunSet View, she thought, that has a lot of potention this guy is like the perfect boyfriend. They pulled up to her house, he opened her door for her and walked her to her front step, he was about to say goodbye when she captured his lips in a sweet kiss, as it intensified one hand of his went into her hair and the other went around her waist as her arms went around his neck. They kissed for a few moments before Buffy pulled away and rested her forehead to his, their eyes still closed. "See you at the Bronze?" she asked breathlessly. "What time?" "Eight?" "Okay." he confirmed and pulled away from her reluctantly. "See you tonight." he said, and walked back to his car and she opened her door and walked into her house. He drove away with the biggest smile on his face, she walked into her house with the biggest smile on her face. Each were thinking, this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. *~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* Walking into the Bronze about three minutes after eight Buffy suddenly felt ackward. After only knowing the guy for a few hours she and him had already had their first kiss. She didn't even understand why she suddenly followed her urge to kiss him, but it was a really nice kiss. But what if he thought she was a slut and didn't really like her? What if he didn't show? She had dressed in her black mid thigh length dress that silloetted her figure perfectly and was complete with spagette straps that criss-crossed down her bare back, and she was also wearing her favorite pair of srappy sandals that she knew Angel would like just like all the other guys that saw them on her, but she was suddenly sort of self concious. She had never felt that way. She was actually worried that Angel wouldn't like her body. She was also wondering wether to call him Angel or Angelus. It had the makings of a major dating dilema. She saw him with a bunch of his friends at a table on the other side of the dance floor. She was starting to feel better because she realized that maybe it wasn't a real date after all. Maybe they were just going to hang out with a group of people, she could handle that. She took a deep breath and made her way around the dance floor and walked up to the table. He was dressed very sexily in a bluey silk shirt and black jeans, she noticed the leather jacket hanging on the back of his chair. She was standing about five feet away from the group when she heard her name being said. They were talking about her. She decided to use her evesdropping skills to find out what Angel thought of her. "Tell us man, who's the girl that has you spacin', " one of Angel's obviously overly hormonal friends asked him. She heard Angel let out a little laugh. "She gorgeous. Head cheerleader." He answered. She couldn't help but smile when all his friends started to 'woah' him. "Hey, guys, she's a hottie, don't bug me a guy would have to be insane to not like her body." One of Angel's other friends, a voice she didn't recognize spoke up. "Yeah, we all know. Everyone at this table, or probably in this whole room has wanted to nail Buffy or be Buffy." he had a little texas accent, she was a sucker for texas accents. "Well, she's not just looks, she's smart, funny and I don't doubt that she's had a lot of boyfriends in the past. She's meeting me here tonight." he looked around and she moved behind one of the columns. "She should be here by now." he sounded sort of worried. This was the ultimate sign he was into her. She took this opertunity to start talking to a guy that stood near her, making sure Angel could see her. The guy was about to ask her the dance when she noticed Angel get up and come towards her. She pretended she didn't know he was here yet. "Angelus," she was sticking to the full name until she was sure he didn't mind his nick name, "I didn't know you were here yet." she excused herself from the guy and face him. "I'm glad you showed." he said ackwardly. She noticed that he was nervous too, so it was up to her to break the ice and loosen him up. She stepped closer and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips, which he return, though stunned by it. When she pulled away she said. "Are we hanging with you friends, or is this a group of two for tonight?" she watched as his shyness disapated. "I have a place we can go." he told her taking her hand ,they walked back to his table to yet his jacket and say goodbye to his friends before they left. Once outside Angel decided to coment on her very sexy outfit, he loved the way her leather jacket was as long as her dress. "By the way I really like your dress." he told her, trying to sound casual. She smiled as him, "Thanks, I got it about a month ago, haven't worn it yet, so I decided I should try it tonight." they held hands as they walked out of the alley that served as the driveway and parking lot for the Bronze. "I wonder why we're just clicking so perfectly?" she asked, trying to make it sound casual, but failing. It sounded like the voice of a love sick teenage girl. He was shocked for a moment at hearing her say what he was just thinking. "I don't know." he answered, "Maybe it because we have a mutual attraction." he joking lightly. "You are amazing selfassured." she laughed a little. "But that's probably the closest reason. But you wanna know what I think it is?" "What do you think it is?" they turned unto the street and came to his car. "I think it's because you think I'm hot and I think you hot." she mentally kicked herself for saying they when he gave her a really stunned look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud." she quickly covered it up. He opened the door for her. "No, don't be sorry. That's the best reason I've heard all night." she grinned and climbed into the car, he closed it behind her and walked around to his side and climbed in. "You'll love where I'm taking you." He pulled his seatbelt on and press the hood button, and it went down. "Not too cold for you?" he asked in a concerned boyfriend sort of way, even though he didn't really know how she would feel about the whole boyfriend think. "No, it's a warm night." he assured him. "Let go the suspense is killing me." she said and placed her seat belt on. "We wouldn't want that." he joked. She made an annoyed sound, in a joking way, and gave him a light slap on his shoulder. He laughed and started up the car. They pulled out onto the street and sped off into the direction of the Los Angeles Park. She didn't want to distract him from the road but she really wanted to make him squirm. She crossed her legs toward him and took off her jacket, placing it in the backseat. She smiled his satisfaction went she heard him give a nervous gulp. She was right, it was a warm night so she didn't have to worry about the cold. He sped up and tried to get his mind off the beautiful girl sitting next to him in a very short black dress that had only spagetti staps for a back. He loved girl's necks and Buffy had her hair up in an elegant bun she black butterfly clips to keep it in place, and her neck was the most lovely neck he ever saw. They approached the park's parking lot entrance and he turned on his signal light to turn in there, "We're going to L.A. Park?" she asked, none of her dates ever took her here, they usually wanted to go to the movies, you know the dinner and a movie thing? She like the way Angel treated her like something to be admired and waited on hand and foot, not like just a hot girl that happens to be the head cheerleader and hottest girl in school. "Yeah, unless you don't want to." he told her, parking the car in the empty lot, without turning off the engine. She was really quick to say. "No I love it here, it's just I don't get taken here of dates that often. That often, meaning never." she laughed a bit to lighten the mood again. "Well, there's a first time for every thing." Angel said, turning of the engine and rushing around the car to open Buffy's door for her. She got out and took her jacket from the car, then changing her mind and putting it back in. He closed the door and press the doors button to lock it and the hood button to close to hood. He took her hand. "You are really going to love this." She was getting more excited by the second as they walked hand in hand toward the trees that were behind to park. They came to a trail that lead up the hill, through the trees. He started to walk ahead when she said. "Do you think it's safe to walk through the dark trees at night in L.A.?" she grew up hearing her mother tell her stories about the crazy people that attack you if you go into the trees in the park. He nodded. "It isn't really all that safe, but don't worry the crazies don't go near this trail because I kicked one's ass a few weeks ago so they don't bug me anymore." he told her truthfully. She giggled. "Okay, let's go then." they started up the wide path through the woods until they came to a clearing. There was a blanket spread out, that Angel obviously put down earlier that day. The top of the hill ended in a cliff and from the edge of the cliff you could see the bright lights of the city below. Buffy gasped. "Angel," she breathed, "it's beautiful." He flashed her a half smile and she melted at the sight of it. "Not ever half as beautiful as you are." he told her a soft, smooth, deep, sexy voice. Her knees started to tremble slightly. "Come up here sometimes when my mom and sister decide to fight. You don't want to be near them when they fight." "Sounded like me and my mom." she laughed. "Should we sit?" she asked. "Sure." he brought her over to the picknik sort of blanket that was laid out on the soft grass. He sat down and she took her place on his lap. "This is kind of weird." he confessed. "Tell me about it." she rolled her eyes. "I've know you for, like, three or four hours and I'm sitting on your lap, kissing you, holding you hand, it's just," she sighed, "I've never really found a guy that would treat me like a person and not a tool for getting popular. I mean you're the best guy that I've ever even met and I just don't want to let some other girl decide that too and take you away from me." a tear found it's way down her cheek. He wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "You don't have to worry about that. I will never find another girl that's exactly like you. You are all I want, and will ever want. That first girl that I didn't have to convince myself I liked. And I know this may sound weird when we just met each other a few hours ago, but, I think I'm in love with you." he fell silent, waiting for her reation. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I think I love you too. Or wait, I know I love you." she corrected herself. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that escalated to ful make out session. She loved his hands, especially when they were all over her body, and she wanted them to be everywhere. "You got a place we can go to be all alone." she asked, out of breath. To make her point she started to pull at the buttons of his shirt. "Yeah. You wanna go there?" he asked. She knew what he was really asking and she was all to willing to go there. So willing it scared her. "Yes." she used the formal word to assure him fully. "Okay." he place one arm under to knees and the other under her back, and picked her up. She giggled girlishly and snuggled into his arms, as if feeling like she was coming home. *~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* It didn't take long for them to get to Angel's 'apartment'. His apartment was basically a small room with a sofa, chair, deck, and a bed with red satin sheets. He set her down once they were inside with the door closed and locked. "So you just bought a place and your mom didn't say anything?" Buffy asked walking around the small space. "Basically, yeah. When my mom and sister fight I usually come here, spent the night, then go home in the morning when they've calmed down." he watched her sit down on the sofa and cross her legs in a seductive way. "I think I may have found a new use for it though." he came closer to her and sat down beside her. She had never been this close to a guy before, or course she had had make out sessions with guys, but this was different. She wanted to have sex with this boy that she had only known for a few hours. That was really scarey. But she did want to, and he loved her so she couldn't think of any other guy to lose her virginity to, than to him. She uncrossed her legs and straddled his lap. "So, this sort of leaves me wondering. What new use are you hinting at." she purred, starting to kiss his neck. "Well this is involved." he lifted her head and kissed her passionately. He started to inch her dress up while caressing her thighs. She started to whimper as feelings and sensations rushed through her body. She remembered that he had to tell him she was a virgin before she got too lost in this touch. "Angel..." she started, but moaned as the separation of their lips made him turn his attention to her neck. "Angel, I have to tell you something." she forced out. He stopped and lifted his head to look her in the eye. "What is it?" he was a little worried, maybe she didn't want to do this anymore. "Um...I've never done this before." she told him bowing her head to hide hit blush that reddened her cheeks even more than they already were. He understood, she was a virgin, she was asking him to be gentle. "Do you still want to do this?" he asked her. She nodded quickly. "It's just can you..." he cut her off. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." he assured her. She smiled and they started to kiss again. He lifted her dress off her body before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. "I love you, Buffy." he said senseerly. "I love you, too. Now make love to me." she replied. They did just that, according to Angel is was the best night of his life, but to Buffy it wasn't. The making love part was great, but she had totally forgot about protection, it had totally slipped her mind. She woke up in the middle of the night and realized this, she started to panic. In her panicing state her eyes darted around the room. Then she noticed a ripped open package. Leaning over Angel she picked it up off the nightstand and looked at it. In the dark she could read 'ribbed for pleasure'. She felt relief wash over her like a tidalwave then amusement, she clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. When she sobered and sighed happily and lay back down, resting her head on his chest before going back to sleep. *~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* The next morning was Saturday and when she woke up she found her boyfriend gazing down at her. "Morning Beautiful." he greeted. "I hardly think I'm beautiful, but good morning. No wait, great morning." she corrected her self and snuggled up to him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed happily. "I like it here." she said softly. "Me too. I love you." he whispered the last three words into her ear. She grinned brightly. "I love you too." she answered. "I think I can get used to hearing to say those words." she said in a very happy/giddy voice. He chuckled. "Well I think I can get used to hearing you say those words, too." he felt like a little kid, and he liked the feeling. That feeling of tingles racing through his body at skin contact with his love. "Hey no repeating." she teased before getting up and stretching the sleepiness out of her body, she released the feeling with a sigh. "I'm hungry." she said bluntly. "Got anything to eat in this place?" "Well as a matter of fact I do. I have left over chinease in the fridge over there and I have bagels, bread, peanut butter, and cream cheese. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while." he admitted. She rolled her eyes in a teasing way, "Men." she joked. "You can't live with 'em, but can't live without 'em." she rolled over him and set her feet on the floor. "Come on, I'm going to make myself a bagel, do you have a toaster?" "Yes, I do have a toaster. What's the point in having bagels if you can't toast them?" he sat up behind her and moved so she was sitting between his legs. He started to massaged her shoulders and arms. She moaned softly at the feeling of his strong hands working out the knots in her muscles. "That's nice." she said softly leaning her body forwad as he moved to her back. "Where did you learn to do this?" she asked, she was barely able to think with his magical hands massaging her. It made her think back to the previous night when he was caressing her naked body making her feel so beautiful and desirable. "We should get out of bed before we end up spending another hour of two in it." she said, forcing herself to pull away from him. "As nice as this is, I'm hungry." she justified. "Okay. Do you want to wear one of my shirts?" he asked, knowing that she probably didn't want to walk around naked or in her, now wrinkley, dress that was lying in a heap on the 'living room' floor. "Sure." she said. He got up and reached into a basket where a few shirts and a fair of pants were neatly folded. "Wow, you really are prepared for anything." she said as she accepted the shirt slipped it over her naked body and buttoning it up, leaving a couple unbutton at the top to tease Angel a bit, old habits die hard and this one was the habit of teasing guys any ways she could. "I keep a few things here just in case I have to spend more then a few nights here." he told her. "You're mom and sister really are ugly fighters, huh?" she asked, feeling sympathetic for him having to live with two girls that fought like cats and dogs. He looked a bit like he really didn't want to talk about it. "Yeah, well since our dad left Nina has been sort of like two people. At home she'll be a screaming bitch and at school she be little miss angel girl. My mom fights with her because she wants to make her stop doing that because it's not really good for her." he grabbed his boxers of ther floor and pulled them on followed by the pair of pants that was in the basket. "I'm sorry." she told him, "That must be horrible." she thought her and her mom fought, but of course most of the time her mom was drunk. He smiled at her sympathy. "I don't want to talk about this right now. Not when I have a most beautiful young woman standing on front of me." He said taking her into his arms. "Ain't no one here but me." she joked. He swooped down and kissed her soundly on the lips. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she knew that it was true, but she wanted to here him say it. "You are the most gorgeous, sexiest, loveliest, beautifulest girl I have ever laid eyes on and will ever lay eyes on. I love you." he said sincerly. She grinned girlishly at the thought of Monday morning when she could show him off. She loved showing off her boyfriend, and Angel would be the funnest one to show off. "Well, you have me." she said then purred, "What do you plan to do with me?" she snuggled closer. "First I'm going to make you breakfast, then well go from there." they both laughed. "Bagel with cream cheese?" she nodded smiling. "Coming right up." he led her into the 'kitchen' and popped the two halves of the bagel into his toaster while she took a seat at the small table for two in the midded of the 'kitchen'. She sat in silence adoring the muscular ripples on the back as he prepared fruit. She didn't feel like she just met this guy, she felt like she had known him her whole life so it didn't seem slutty of her to practically jump into bed with him. After they ate breakfast they decided to head to Buffy's house to tell her mother a complete lie then head to a movie at the theatre. After they each had a shower in his small bathroom, Angel put on the shirt she was wearing and she put on the dress she wore last night. When they got to her house her mom, after a night of drinking and partying, was lying on the couch with a cloth on her forehead . "Hey mom." Buffy greeted. "Headache?" her mom nodded in responce. Buffy waved Angel into the house. "Mom this is my boyfriend Angel, we're going to go to a movie, ok?" her mom nodded, not even opening her eyes. "Okay," she turned to Angel. "I'm going to change into some street clothes." she told him. "Do you want to wait here, or come upstairs with me?" Angel glanced at her hangover ridden mother. "I'll come with you. I don't want to bother your mom." "Alright." she turned and headed up the stairs, he followed. They stepped into her room and closed the door. Angel grinned at the design of her room: posters covering the wall like wallpaper, a mound of stuffed animals on her bed, a pale pink comforter, and shelves with romance novels, comic books, snow globes, and procelin dolls and figures, he also notices at least fifteen locks on her door. "I know what your thinking, 'lame'." she said with a small laugh. "No, I was thinking 'cute'. More teenage girl than boring adult like my sister's room is." he told her. She gave him a slightly sympathetic smile and headed toward to closet. He peeked into it and saw it was divided into two styles: sexy vixen club hopper, and calm casual street wear. She grabbed a pair of black jean shorts and a white, slightly cropped, tank top with the words 'I ME' on it in black, the heart being red. "What do you think?" she asked turning toward him and holding the outfit up to herself by the hangers. "Perfect." he agreed. He loved the short shorts that weren't too short but were short enough for him. He was surprised when she removed the dress she had worn the previous night, and put on before they had left his small apartment. She was changing right before him and seemed to not really care. After being fully dressed, with makeup perfect and complete with her hair being held back by her sunglasses, they headed out the door. As they drove to the theatre Angel couldn't help but notice her pensive expression. "What's up?" he asked curiously. "Hmm?" she asked snapping out of her thoughts. "Um...nothing." she told him, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes and watching the scenery go by. "It's not nothing. Something's up, what is it?" he took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the top of her it. He notice her resistence and said, "You can tell me, Buffy. I love you." when he said that he noticed a tear slide down her cheek. He quickly pulled into the closest parking lot and shut off the engine. "Buffy..." he trailed off and took off her sunglasses to see unshed tears in her eyes. She turned her face away from him but he touched her cheek and she faced him again her chin trembling. "Tell me." he coaxed. She voice shaking she said. "I-I'm just..." she took a breath and steadied her voice. "It's my mom, she's always doing that. I try to get her to stop and she won't and I just don't know what to do with her." she sobbed softly and moved over the gear shifter into his arms, and he stroked her hair and whispered words of comfort into her ear as she cried out all the pent up tears from over the years. After a while her crying slowed and stopped, save for a few sniffles and hiccups, and she lifted her head to look into his eyes. "Are you feeling better now, baby?" he asked her wiping her face with a kleenex. She smiled at what he called her. Usually she didn't like to be called that under the sercumstances but she knew he was showing affection for her and not making fun of her. "Yeah, I guess." she noticed his shirt, soaked in her tears. "I got your shirt all wet." she said laughing. "Huh..." he said unconcerned, "I guess you did." he finished before laughing with her. When they sobered she said. "Thank you." looking into his eyes, seeing the love shining so bright in them it almost made her cry again. "Your welcome." he answered. "I love you." "I love you too, baby." *~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* Buffy stayed with him all saturday including the night, and all of sunday, but had to leave because they had school the next day. "I'll see you at school tomorrow." she said. They stood on her doorstep and because they had been kissing this goodbye was the longest she had ever had. "Do you need a ride." he asked hugging his arms even tighter around her, not wanting her to leave. She was catching a ride with Cordelia in the morning because they had early practice. "No, I have an early cheerleading practice tomorrow so Cordy is picking me up. Sorry." she felt bad having to turn down the offer. "I would come and watch but I have a football meeting in the morning." she nodded in understanding. "So, I'll see you at school tomorrow." he said and they kissed again for a while before he left. She watched him start the car and blew him a kiss which he returned before driving away. When he was out of sight she frowned and went into her house. Her mom was at the kitchen table with a bottle of whisky clutched in her hand "Is that your boyfriend, Buffelyn?" she asked in a coaky voice. Buffy felt tears in her eyes again which was weird because she only cried once over this and it was on saturday. Angel must have opened her up, that was a good thing and a bad thing. "Yeah, that's Angelus, mom. Angelus DeCotario." "Angelus DeCotario." her mother repeated in a harsh voice. "Another one, Buffy, another man to use then drop. You such a slut." "Mom, I love him, and he loves me." she told her drunk mother. "You can't make me stop." "Go to bed you whore!" her mother yelled grabbing a knife off the kitchen counter and throwing across the room. Buffy shook with fright and bolted up the stairs. She ran into her room and locked all the lockes that ran up the side of the door. Still shaking she took out her homework and started on it. It took her about a half and hour to finish it, that was when her mother came stumbling up the stairs. Buffy started to shake again when she heard her heavy steps near the door. "Open this door!" she yelled. Buffy shook harder and walked toward the door. "I told you to open this door or I'll rip out your inyards!" her mother screamed. "Promise not to hurt me." Buffy said in a small voice. "Then I'll open the door." "I promise Buffelyn." her mother lied. Buffy believed her in her scared state and unlocked the locks. As soon as the locks were released her mother burst into the room. "You slut!" she hollered and attacked her daughter. *~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~* Three hour later There was a knock on Angel's door. "Hold on." he told whoever was at his small aparment door at midnight. When he opened the door a wet, bruised and very scared Buffy was on the other side. "Buffy." he said and caught her before she hit the floor. "Oh my god." he said softly and picked her up under her back and knees and laid her down on his bed. "What happened to you?" he asked the very fagile looking Buffy. He grabbed his small first aid kit and patched up the really bad cuts, then let her sleep until the morning when she was woken up by a bad dream. "No! Mom! Please, don't!" she hollered and thrashed. Angel rushed into the room. "Mommy!" "Buffy, wake up sweetheart, it's only a bad dream." he shook her and she bolted awake and right into his arms sobbing loudly. "Oh, Buffy, I hate to see you like this." she cried for a few minutes until exhaustion put her to sleep again. This time he stayed with her, taking off his shirt and climbing into bed with her, he pulled her to him and she curled up to him. It made him sick, who did this to her? When he left her house she was fine. The only thing he could think of was her mother, but that couldn't be true. Her mother would never do that. He heard her whimper and soothed her by stroking her cheek gently. She slept fittfully for a couple of hours. When Buffy awoke Angel was there just like he had been through the whole weekend. For a moment she forgot about the whole beating by her mother. But it was just a moment. She started to tremble again and clutched herself to him. He was awake so she said, "I'm sorry for coming here so late." her voice was small and weak. He felt like throwing up because Buffy was such a beautiful and wonderful girl, how could anyone do this to her? "It was right of you to. What happened?" he asked. She scooted up and sat against the head board. "Buffy, please, let me help you." he joined her against the head board. She took a shakey breath and began. "My mom got drunk and she beat me." she told him in a very pitiful voice. His heart ached for her and he longed to beat her mother to a bloody pulp. "I went into the house after you left and she was sitting at the table with a bottle of wiskey in her hand. She called me a whore and threw a knife across the room and told me to go to bed. I went up to my room and after a half an hour she followed and demanded I unlock the door. I made her promise not to hurt me and did promise but when she came into my room she called me a slut and beat me with a baseball bat she had in her hand and she smashed the bottle of alchole and she started towards me, but I jumped out my window and ran here." she felt sick and violated somehow by the whole thing. It had been happening for a few years, ever since her father left. "Your mother beat you?" he said, she sensed the anger in his voice. "She got drunk and beat you? How long has this been going on?" he asked. "Um..." she thought back, "Five of six years." she said. "Maybe seven." she looked at his furious eyes. "She doesn't ever remember, she just thinks that she had a few drinks and I went on a sleepover." "Where do you usually go?" he asked, because if she came here this time and this whole thing has happened before, then she had to have gone somewhere. "I usually just hide." she wrapped her arms around herself feeling humiliation that almost transended the pain of her wounds. He noticed the bruises and swells that were growing bigger. "A baseball bat." he whispered and touched one of her cheek. She had been hit there so hard there was a very deep cut that he had patched up while was had been sleeping earlier. The anger in him was so strong it was like fire, spreading through his whole body. "I'm going to speak with your mother." he growled and got out of bed. He put on his shirt. "You stay her and lock the door. Don't let anyone in and stay here. I don't think it's very safe to go out there in your condition. She nodded. He kissed her forehead. "You'll be okay, when we get back I'm calling the doctor." he headed toward the door. "Don't hurt my mom, Angel, she didn't know what she was doing." Buffy told Angel looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I'm just going to straighten her out." he left shutting the door slowly behind him. "Alright Mrs. Summers, you meet Buffy's boyfriend." he huffed and walked quickly out of the building and to his car waiting outside. He practically flew down the streets. When he got to Buffy's house he stomped up the driveway and burst through their door. "May I help you?" Joyce asked politely holding a wet cloth to her head. "Yes you can help me by not beating your daughter anymore!" he felt like knocking this bitch on her ass. "What are you talking about?" Joyce asked in a confused voice. "I'm talking about you beating the shit out of Buffelyn with a baseball bat!" he clenching his fists to maintain some control. Joyce gasp at the memory ***JOYCE'S MEMORY*** Joyce swung the bat around and connect hard against her daughter's face then bringing the bat down and connecting with her stomach several times. "Get up you whore!" she had yelled. ***END JOYCE'S MEMORY*** "Oh my god, Buffelyn, my baby. What have I done." With that Buffy's mother broke down and cried, she grabbed the railing of the stairs for support as she was remembering all the other times she had beat the crap out of her daughter and her husband when she was messed up. She also cried because she had drank already today. "Is my baby okay?" she the man that was obviously the boy her daughter was seeing. "I don't know, you beat her up pretty badly." Angel told the weeping Joyce. "You have to stop this." he anger had disapated slightly and now he wanted to help this woman beat the addiction to alcohol. "I do." she agreed. "But what can I do. I always wake up with a major hangover and just start drinking again." she told him. "Rehabilitation." he suggested. "There's a center in a town called Sunnydale (remember they live in L.A.) that you can go to." "There's a few here." he told him as if he didn't know. " I don't want you anywhere near Buffy until you are free of this addiction." he said sternly. "She's staying with me. You have a week to clean yourself up. If you don't by then your going to the rehab. center in Sunnydale and will not see your daughter until you come out." he laid down the choices. "I'll be back tomorrow morning, if you so much as have a hangover, you don't see your daughter. But if you don't have a hangover, I'll let you say goodbye to her and she's stay with me for the rest of the week. If by the end of the week you haven't had a hangover or a drink once you can see Buffy and maybe if you stay clean for another week she won't stay with me anymore and move back here. That is if she wants to come back here, or even wants to see you again after what you did to her. What you did to her was uncalled for, it was so low I was about to rush over here and beat you with a baseball bat and I'm not usually a violent person." "Tell her I love her, will you?" she asked feebly, feeling as though her addiction to alcohol would steal her daughter away for good. "I will. Phone the school and tell them that Buffelyn won't be in for the entire week, I'm not giving you a chance to lay a finger on her. Here's the phone number of the my place, it's private so don't bother looking it up and don't phone it or I'll call the police, tell the the secretary to call me to arrange homework and other things." he handed her a piece of paper with the seven numbers of his phone number writen on it. She took it and went into the kitchen, he watched her dial the numbers and talk to the secretary then hang up the phone. "Good. For the love of god Joyce, don't drink anymore today. Your daughter loves you and I do hate to keep her away from you." then he walked out the door and back to his car. "My baby, I hope she's okay. I'm so sorry Buffelyn." then to keep herself from drinking anymore she went to bed for the rest of the day. When Angel got back to his apartment Buffy was in the bath tub. After calling his mom to tell her he didn't feel well and asked her to call the school and tell them that he wouldn't be in today he opened the door and smiled at the sight before him: Buffy was lying with her head resting of the edge of the tub and she arms resting on the sides the of tub her legs beneath the high bubbles. She had her eyes closed and the only signal that she was alive was the smile that adorned her beautiful and luscious mouth. "Hey baby." he said in a husky voice. She opened her eyes lazily and smiled brightly at him. "Where'd you find the bubble bath?" he asked walking closer and kneeing beside the tub. "I used your shampoo." she told him. "I wanted to be surrounded by your sent to block out the pain on the bruises." "Are you feeling okay, any sickness, are you coughing up blood?" he asked touching the healing cut that was on her forehead. "I feel okay, besides the cuts and bruises. Would you like to join me?" she asked him to change the subject. He realized she must be feeling better because she was in the mood for cuddley couple stuff. He smiled and removed his clothes. She sat up and he slipped into the tub behind her and she leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waste and gave a content sigh. "I get to spend a whole day with you again." she stated. "A whole week with me. I'm not letting you go back to school until next monday." he told her. "That's even better." she purred, he smiled and kissed the top of her head. They lay there for a few moments, but soon Angel couldn't stand to lay still with her laying between his legs. He brought his hands up to her breasts and started to massage them. She moaned in pleasure and felt a rush of heat between her legs. He pinched the rolled the nipples to diamond hard peaks before moving one hand lower while keeping the other at her breasts. His questing hand encountered her curls and he smiled because she was warmer than the water surrounding her. She spread her legs and bend her knees bringing them as high as they would go she rested them on each side of the tub, opening herself to his fingers. Her breathing increased as he started to massage her clit with the pad of his thumb and the two other fingers he pushed inside her opening. She moaning in pleasure and pushed herself against his hand trying to get him where she wanted him. "Oh Angel, yes, right there. Mmm." she moaned and groaned as he brought her to orgasm. She came hard, so hard she arched her back and then collapsed splashing water onto the floor. As she came down Angel whispered how much he loved her into her ear. When she had some what recovered Angel picked her up gently and stepped out of the tub. He wrapped a white fluffy towel around her and sat her on the toilet then pulled the plug in the bathtub and then picked her up and carried her to his, no, their bed. He pulled the covers back and removed the towel from her body before pulling her into bed with him. She was fully recovered now and was very willing to have a nice romp in bed before taking on the rest of the day. He pulled her on top of him the rolled them over so he was on top. Then he pulled the blanket up to cover their heated bodies. They kissed for a while before he broke it off to run a trail of wet kisses over the damp skin of her neck over her beastbone then finally taking one nipple into his mouth and laving it gently. She started to writh and moan in ecstasy as he playing her like as instrument of pleasure. After a while he swapped breasts and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly flicking his tongue over the pebble hard tip. "Now, Angel, please..." she begged bringing his head up for a passionate kiss. "Make love to me, Angel, please." He quickly grabbed something from the drawer beside the bed. Buffy recognized this as a condom and blushed involentarily as he expertly slid it on without pulling away from her, but all embarassment was gone as he positioned himself at her tight, hot entrance and pushed the head of his penis into her. She demanded him to go deeper, and he sank all the way in until he was buried in her to the root. "Oh, baby, you feel so amazing, I love you so much." he said with his face buried in the side of her neck. She felt so full, that fullness the only he could bring. Of course she was no expert, but he felt really really good. Also if he didn't move soon she felt like she would die. "Please... Angel." she purred into his ear. He brought his head up to look into her eyes. He found no hint of teasing and no hint of uncertainty, so he pulled back, almost all the way out of her before thrusting back in. She let out a cry of pleasure. "Harder." she breathed arching up into him. He obeyed pulling out then slamming back into her, this time she met his thrust with one of her own, and they build a rythme together. Buffy thought she would pass out as the tension built right to the breaking point, but still she felt it grow stronger, this was going to be a good one. Angel noticed that she was close because her silky walls were tightening around his cock, and her mouth was open in a silent scream of pleasure. Just when he felt his orgasm hit him he felt Buffy's walls ripple violently. As they came together he thrust franically in and out of her and she met his thrust for thrust. As they came down Angel gradually slowed his pumps before finally collapsing on top of his lover his face resting comfortably in the hollow of her neck. After a while he withdrew from her and moved down a bit he rest his cheek against her chest. Then they both drifted off to sleep. It was about 3;30pm, when they woke up, Angel had been awake for a while but hadn't wanted to move from the very comfortable position still nestled between her legs with his head rested on her chest listening to her heart beat. When Buffy woke up she stroked the back of his head and neck. After a few minutes they decided to get dressed and order something to eat. Angel put on boxers and sweatpants and Buffy put on one of his shirts and another pair of his boxers, they were a bit lose and hugged low around her hips. Angel made his way to the kitchen while Buffy flopped down on the couch enjoying the slight soreness after their romp in bed a few hours ago. "What do you feel like having, Buffy, Chinease?" he pulled out the old battered phone book from under the small counter and set it on the counter next to the phone. Buffy stretch lanquidly and said, "Fine with me, I'm starving." As he looked for a suitable restaurant that wasn't incredible expensive Buffy said, "I think we should go grocery shopping, and I need some stuff from my room, like clothes, make up, you know necessities." "I'll go by your house and grab some stuff for you." he promised. "I have to go to my coaches house anyway to tell him that I'm sick or something and can't come to practice." he said absently finding a restaurant and picking up his phone. "I have cheerleading practice too, I am still the head cheerleader." Buffy said sitting up. Angel quickly placed the order to be delivered. After he was done he said, "I don't think you should go to practice for a while because you have a few pretty bad cuts and bruises." Buffy touched the cut on her forehead. "It's not like I haven't done this before." she snapped back, "You don't know what it's like, all your mother does is fight with Nina." as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, his face went dark with pain. "Oh, Angel, I'm sorry." she moved over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Forgive me?" Angel couldn't help but smile. "Of course." he replied and placed his fingers under her chin to bring her head up for a kiss. The kiss grew and soon she found herself sitting on the small counter with Angel between her thighs, and his hands carressing her everywhere. Life was good. The End |