Both Angel and Buffy shared the same thoughts as Buffy accidently brought up the "unforgetable" past. Besides the movie they stayed in complete silence for minutes. Angel finally spoke his mind to break it. "Buffy...I know that you're in a confusing state right now, but I need to know what we're playing at here." Buffy turned her body slightly out of his grasp to face him. "I mean, you and Riley are together and then all of a sudden I show up and you are...well...confused. It seems as if you want me to be around you more than you want him- don't get me wrong- I love spending time with you, I mean, I've missed you so much. Especially after- But I need to know if you just need me to get through this ordeal. I don't mind staying with you. I'll understand if you feel that way." Buffy couldn't help the tears as she listened to the rambling man. Every word although appeared to be mixed up was actually completely understandable in every way to her. She gave him a small sympathetic and yet loving smile. The best one she could muster at the time.

"Angel- I don't know what is going on with my head right now. All I know is that I want you to be with me right now. Ever since you arrived, I've noticed just how much he doesn't understand about me, my past and my life itself. And I know its wrong, but compared to you- He just doesn't measure up. Not enough anyways." Trying to give him the equal length of speech she kept her ground without so many tears she had expelled with his.

"Buffy..." He was speechless. He knew that there was something going on between the two of them but it was just now that she had admitted it. Buffy's eyes began to wonder, knowing that the emotions were getting to deep and that she had to keep her eyes on something other than his in order to keep it together. Setting upon the mess around them she had discovered a ownerless paper bag. Reaching over without thinking about anything around her she grabbed the neatly folded down top and drug it over to her lap.

"Who's is this?" Buffy whispered to herself more than him, but his eyes widened as he put two and two together to what she was asking about. Angel instinctively snatched the bag from her and stood up, walking away from her a few paces.

"Nothing." Flatly he answered her question.

"Nothing?" Unbelievably by the way he acted. "Well, if its nothing then why are you acting like it's the holy grail of all paper bags?" Standing up to even the distance between them.

"It's just the stuff I bought today thats all. I'll go put it away." He tried to make his way quickly past her to the stairs. No such luck.

"Come on. What did ya get?" Using her slayer reflexes she reclaimed the bag from his hands. He began to grab at it as she held it out of his reach. From one side to the other playing keep away. Buffy decided that he was just too tall to hold out for long and eased her way up the stairs. With him in trail of her, still begging her not to open the bag.

"It's not important. Really. It's just stuff I needed. Trust me you don't need to know what it is." Quickly releasing as he leaped two steps at a time and reaching the top. "Please." He knew that everyone was still asleep and that he didn't need an audience.

Buffy opened her bedroom door and quickly slipped in, closing the door directly behind her. Leaving Angel to stand outside and wait.

"Buffy....Don't." He whispered clearly, knowing she could hear him, through the door. He could hear a small echo of rattling paper. He knew that his new life was about to end. And his exicutioner slowly opened the door and stepped to the side as he accepted the invitation.

Buffy stood at her window and focused on anything outside of her window. As long as she kept herself from looking a him at the moment. He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at the opened bag and box of condoms that sat on the bed.

"Buffy...I can explain-" He stopped himself as he noticed that she had turned her attention finally to him. "I-" This time it was truly her who did the cutting off.

"I'm not sure I need and explanation. You knew what happened last time after you became human and you didn't want to make the same mistake." Basically explaining for him anyway.

Angel just gave her his unforgettable "you-know-what-can-happen" look. "Angel..." She waited for her thoughts to completely come together. "Kiss me?" Tears slid down her cheeks as she asked him such a simple question. Angel contemplated her state and her question. Finally. He rushed at her, giving her a large rush of adrenaline by his act. Wrapping one arm around her waist he held her face with the other and crushed her lips to his. He began to caress her back. The kiss grew even more passionate. Buffy got with the program and, too, wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers reaching his hair. As the kiss grew, Angel pressed Buffy closer to him. Their bodies were directly against one another. Angel's tongue danced with her's as he found the end of her shirt and slid his hands under her shirt. He had, for so long, wanted to touch her skin once again. A large rush of heat ran from his finger tips to his heart and core as he caressed the now bare skin.

Although mutually, Buffy lead them towards the bed. Keeping their slow pace over the carpet Angel lifted the shirt that barred him from her soft skin, pulling it off over her head. Immediately they resumed kissing. She then wanted to feel his skin as well. Beginning to roll up his two shirts he decided it would be easier if he took it off himself. Now both of their shirts laid in the same pile. Angel inevitably reached the side of the bed and sat down rather quickly, looking up at Buffy, parting with her lips he noticed just how out of breath she was. Her breasts heaved in rhythm as she breathed deeply with each breathe. His paused hesitation started to confuse Buffy. Her eyes were filled with questions to why he had not continued. Instead of asking she waited.

Angel realized that she had begun to doubt what was happening. He stretched out his neck and body and kissed her softly. His arms too, pressed her to him. With her still wrapped in his arms he pulled his head back just enough to part his lips to speak. "Are you sure?" Although it was the smallest whisper she clearly heard him.

She looked up at him and continued the kiss. Their mouths grew with each other's movements. With him sitting on the bed she had gradually slipped her right leg in between both of his. As one hand held her face surly the other slid down to her jeans and began to unbutton them. Accomplishing this, he returned his hand to join the other, to explore the rest of her body. Both of their skins were now flushed with crimson and other colors of red. Angel, for the first time in nearly 250 years began to sweat slightly to the arousal of being this close to her. Angel couldn't stand how far she was from him. Even though it could have only been a mere 3 inches and picked her up just enough to set her on his lap. Her legs straddled his torso. Leaning to the side he laid her down on the bed and started to ease her unbuttoned jeans. Accomplishing this, he threw them over the edge of the bed. As he was doing so, Buffy, too, was working on his pants.

Part Fourteen

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