Angel and Buffy weren't too sure what exactly had happened that night, of what had come over the two. But they knew that one thing was sure. For the first time in a long time, even though they had already consummated the beginning of a new relationship, that what they were doing was right, and they were very much content. Angel had Buffy in his arms as she laid most of her body on his, her head sleeping softly on his chest. Her legs were comfortable where they rested entwined with his. Although they were asleep, he subconsciously stroked her arm and lightly brushed her hair with his fingers. Her soft, beautiful, straight hair. He was hers, and nothing in the world could separate them now. Not even the Powers That Be, they were meant to be-.

"Buffy." Angel whispered her name with a strike of worry in his voice as his head and memory had recalled a certain item of importance.

She began to stir while still on his chest. He knew she could hear her now.

"What about Riley?" Angel had remembered her saying that she would do it the day her father came into town. Only that never happened since her father had arrived before his expected arrival. Buffy couldn't comprehend very much of anything that day. Only that her father was there for a special and tragic reason. Her mother had died. Buffy had forgotten to break up with Riley entirely.

"Oh gods." Buffy mumbled as she lightly stretched over his body and rubbed at the sleep in her eyes.

"We have to tell him, Buffy. It's only fair..." Angel wanted to continue but began to see that Buffy obviously already knew that.

"I know. I...forgot." She took that pause to think about that day. A horrible reminder of everything that happened. A wake up call to what really had happened. She wasn't entirely ready to except it until her father came into town for a cause.

Angel sweetly rubbed her back with the palm of his hand as she kept on her side. Buffy didn't want to stay in the mourning. She didn't like to feel depressed, no one does. She wanted to accept it and let it go. She knew that if she didn't start now, she would never really move on with her life. And Angel understood that full heartedly. He didn't like watching her go through pain of which he could do nothing about. Or pain in any way for that matter. Because whatever went on with her, or in her, went on with Angel. He was a part of her, as was Angel to Buffy. Soulmates.

He let her lay there for a few minutes while, he knew, she thought things over between herself.

Should I do it straight out? Gods, what if he cries. What about Angel? Riley isn't violent that way, he wouldn't go after him...Right? Oh no. I'm doomed. Breaking up with someone really sucks. Her eyes gazed up at Angel. He was a piece of artwork to Buffy. Something that she wasn't permitted to touch for so long. Until now. And now, they could be together rather than apart. But look at him...He's mine. And that's what I want. That's what I've wanted for so long. And this is what I'm going to have. She looked away from him in bewilderment. He already is mine. She smiled.

Caela couldn't hold her off any longer. She had been stalling for hours now. The movie included. Now it was Pike, Wesley, Cordelia and Hank who had other plans. They were beat. They had attended the late movie, 9:45PM. Cordelia had fallen asleep a few times without noticing it, on Wesley's shoulder. She didn't mean to, the movie really was interesting, but she seemed to have trouble keeping her eyes open. Hank, on the other hand, had a special talent, after all, he was a busy worker, for being about to stay awake for hours past his "bed time." Caela couldn't do it any longer. She didn't really have any trouble with Cordelia or Pike knowing, well unless to save Pike from the knowledge of his ex's where abouts and with whom....as well as their actions....But she just had to keep Hank out. For as long as possible. She knew as well as the couple, possibly more, that they didn't have a definition for what they were doing or sharing between them. Buffy was still technically with Riley. This would be too overwhelming for Buffy. If her father discovered what they were doing upstairs in her bedroom Hank would flip, and ask hundreds of questions of which Buffy wouldn't be able to answer. This would only add to Buffy's "Trouble List."

Perhaps if I faint? That would keep everyone busy...No, that would also get Angel and Buffy's attention and interrupt them. I want to keep them from interference not create the interference. Hmmm.....Shit! What is there to do? Her eyes grew wide as the answer came up in her mind as they approached the stoop on Buffy's house. Hank was given keys to the house earlier, and was now unlocking the front door. Oh no. That would....But its the only thing to do. Caela shut her eyes and tried desperately to relax so she was able to concentrate. Concentrate on Angel's mind. Concentrate on Angel's thought. Concentrate on communicating with him without a telephone. Without being in the room. Without speaking. But by talking to him telepathically.

*Angel?*

Angel was consumed with the feel of Buffy's body. Her lips, her hair tangled in his hands. Angel didn't notice the intervention in his mind.

*Angel! Listen to me. Please.*

Angel pulled his head from Buffy's neck, where he was gently suckling on the soft skin. Thinking nothing of it, he returned to his business of Buffy's body.

*Angel, ti heit tue. Achem. Tue unve swuba. Swuba. Tek eul. Tek eul.*

Angel was struggling to understand the language as well as find out who was speaking to him at the same time. A worried Buffy was brushing his hair with her fingers, trying to see if he was okay. But he was too busy running a crash course of Gaelic in his head. Finally, he got it. He understood. He rolled out of the bed, bare and torn from his soulmate, and pulled on his pants and hurried outside of the room and into the bathroom. Buffy was in a bit of a shock. She had all of a sudden felt that it was something that she did. Something that scared him off that was caused by her. Was he scared? Or did he just not want me? Then she heard the door open down stairs with a burst of laughter. She had never heard this person's laughter. It was new. Then, as the person calmed down, "I can't believe that movie, wasn't it funny?" Caela made her voice very well heard with the next statement. "HANK, do you want some tea?" She tried to peek about the stairs, seeing if she could spot Angel or Buffy. Hopefully, Angel. Buffy could be in her bed, that was natural, but Angel in the bed of a father's "little girl" was just a wee bit over doing it for Hank.

Hank gave her a disgusted look and then remembered that this was a hyper and yet VERY polite girl. "Uhh...no...no thank you, Caela. I'd rather just...go to sleep now. Thank you though." He received a "you're welcome" nod and started up the stairs.

Buffy knew exactly what Caela was up to and trying to do for her and Angel. She immediately calmed down and began to don on her usual and comfortable sweats and a tee shirt. She calmly made it down the stairs and heard Angel exit the bathroom. Angel had played it off so that it seemed that Buffy was relaxing and Angel was just getting ready for bed.

How will we tell him? There's no way that this will come easy. Not that it would be hard to tell him that I was seeing someone else OTHER than my boyfriend and "obviously" sleeping with him? He will think that I'm a slut. Wait. He doesn't have to be in my business. I will act the way I want to act with Angel. Dad has no say in what I do in my life. Angel and I are for ONCE together and he can't stop us from wanting to be...."close."

Buffy waited near the couch for Angel to arrive. After a few seconds of hesitation to sit down he finally arrived and gave Buffy a weird look as he sat down. Once he was situated Buffy laid down with her head on Angel's lap and curled into a fetal position. Angel was a bit astonished with this new movement in front of her father and hesitantly put his hand on her side and lightly rubbed her skin through her shirt as the other combed through her hair affectionately. It was already brushed, but the resistance was too difficult. Her hair was just too....soft to not touch it.

Part Five

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