God, the elevator is taking a year, Buffy thought to herself absently.

Tapping her stilettoed foot on the marble floor, she watched the numbers light up. They appeared to be going away from her. Grumbling to herself, she wished so badly that she hadn't decided to come in on Christmas Eve.

Especially since she had a dinner date with Angel in an hour.

  Checking her Rolex once again, Buffy was so preoccupied that she didn't see the tall dark man until he was practically leaning over her.

  "Buffy."

  "Angel!" she yelped, startled, whirling to face him with a laugh. "Please don't be stealth guy, okay? Whew."

  Smiling, he motioned to the elevator. "You going to do some work? Thought we had a date"

  She grinned, "Yeah, pounding the proverbial grindstone. Actually I just had to pick up a cost report. As you can see, I'm dressed for our dinner."

  He took in her tiny black Calvin Klein dress, covered only by an open glittery black coat and swallowed convulsively. "I see that."

  Buffy looked away, feeling heat go through her belly at his glance. They hadn't spoken anymore about their kiss, and it had been four days. They had spent a lot of time together during the last while, doing little normal things, like walking in the park, going Christmas shopping at Bloomingdales and taking the subway down to Chinatown to eat. Each day it got harder for her to maintain any kind of icy facade and even harder to pretend she felt merely friendship for him.

  "So...what're you doing here?" she asked curiously, and he smiled sheepishly.

  "I was going by in a cab and saw you come in..."

  "Oh," she murmured, grinning slightly. "Well, wanna come up with me? And then we can go straight to the Danube."

  "Sounds fine," he agreed and finally the elevator arrived, the doors opening welcomingly. As they stepped inside, Buffy shuddered at the feel of Angel's body so close to hers.

  "Sooo..." he muttered, leaning against one wall of the elevator and regarding her. Buffy avoided his penetrating eyes, standing as far away from his as possible.

  "Sooo..." she echoed and he made an exasperated sound, running one hand through his spiky hair.

  "I can't do this Buffy."

  Startled, she looked up, "What?"

  "Pretend to be just friends. I just can't..."

  Buffy took a step in his direction, laying her hand on his arm. "We have to Angel..." she trailed off as he looked down at where her small hand rested on his arm. Gulping, her eyes involuntarily strayed to his, and their gazes locked.

  That was all it took, and the fire burned out of control. Grabbing her, Angel yanked her slender body into his arms, their mouths melting, kissing, kissing, kissing, in a breathless sweet caress that seemed to go on and on.

Gasping with desire, Buffy pulled at the buttons of his shirt, ripping the seams as she tore it from his body. "Hope that wasn't a favourite," she muttered into his hot mouth and felt his smile.

  "Like I would care," he answered, pushing her coat off her shoulders, and doing the same to her little dress, until it lay in a pool of silk on the elevator floor and all she wore was skimpy underwear.

  "You're so beautiful," he murmured in wonder, taking a moment to stare at her smoothly tanned body. With desperate fingers, Buffy undid the catch of his pants, pulling them and his boxers from his body, while he took her in his strong arms again, kissing her red mouth hungrily, feeling their naked skin slide together.

  "Yes, Buffy," he groaned as she kissed her way down his chest, tasting his deliciously warm skin, until she reached his stomach and his cock brushed her face.

  "Angel," she said softly, with love, as she grasped his raging erection with careful fingers, closing her mouth about the head, sucking lightly at first, and then using her whole mouth to drive him crazy. His head thrown back, Angel's hands gripped her blonde head, his entire body tense with desire. As she sucked harder, he touched her cheek, saying huskily, "I want to come inside you Buffy...please...I need to be inside you..."

  Opening her arms to him, she lay back. In a daze, Angel took a second to press the emergency stop button on the control panel and the elevator came to a screeching halt. "Good thinking," she smiled, and he slid his body over hers, removing her underwear as he went.

"I missed you," she whispered and he captured the words with his mouth.

  "I love you. I try not to," he replied brokenly, echoing words from long ago. "But I can't stop."

  Tears flooded Buffy's eyes and she smiled up at him, feeling him slide inside her as she spoke softly, "Me too. I can't either."

  Cupping her face with his hands, Angel's eyes locked with Buffy's as they moved together in a dizzy sweet embrace, their bodies one, complete. As she came, she cried out his name, "Angel...Angel..." and he kissed her, holding her close.

~~~

  "You know, I think the security cameras probably caught that," Buffy mused, as they lay together afterwards, in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Tracing a line down his chest with her finger, she kissed his skin and smiled up at him. "Maybe we should request a copy of the tape."

  Angel laughed, drawing her closer. "Maybe we should," he agreed, kissing the top of her head. A thought came to him. "Do you think we'll ever be able to get out of here? I pressed the emergency button."

  "Do you care?" she asked him, caressing his stomach with a grin.

  He didn't even hesitate, rolling over and holding her beneath him. "No, I really don't."

  He kissed her, and her world was complete.

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