Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. They are the property of this guy, his name is Joss Whedon, and this big company that goes by the name WB. I'm just borrowing them to have my own fun. When I'm done I promise to put them back where I got them, in perfect working condition.
Buffy sighed heavily and checked her watch. What the hell was taking him so long? She'd sent him in there twenty minutes ago to dressed for Willow's Christmas party and he still hadn't come out yet. Checking her watch once more, she walked to the closed bedroom door and knocked.
"Angel!" she called out. "We do not have all night. Hurry up and get dressed already!" She walked away from the door, returning to her seat on the couch. "You're worse than a woman," she muttered to herself.
She sat down, picking up the book she'd been reading while she waited for Angel. She turned to her page, read a few words, and then tossed the book aside. Groaning, she checked her watch for the tenth time. Getting up, she stalked to the door, kicking it open, and walked inside.
Angel smiled. "It was in my closet," he answered. "You like it?"
Buffy couldn't speak. She circled Angel, surveying his clothing choice. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Angel endured the perusal with a faint smile.
"Angel, what happened to the clothes we bought?" Buffy asked as she planted herself on the bed.
"They're in there," Angel said with a nod toward the closet.
She looked toward the closet and nodded absently. "Why don't you have them on?"
He smiled. "I do have them on."
A strangled sound escaped Buffy's lips and Angel struggled not to laugh.
"I picked this out?" she asked shocked. He nodded. "And you *let* me?" He nodded again. "Well, what...what the hell were you thinking?" she exclaimed.
Angel shrugged. "I wasn't thinking," he answered simply. "I was preoccupied at the time."
"Doing what?"
"Trying to keep you from putting a big hole in my chest with a pointy wooden stick."
Buffy eyes were once again drawn to the hideous lime green and orange outfit Angel was wearing. She couldn't believe she'd picked out something so, for lack of a better word, ugly. What had she been thinking?
She got up from the bed, and walked into the closet. A minute later she emerged with a pair of jeans and a dark green sweater. Angel smiled when he recognized them as pre-Buffy shopping spree items. She handed the clothes to Angel and walked to the door.
"Put that on, she told him when she reached the door. "And when you take that thing you have on off, burn it." With that said she walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Angel smiled, satisfied with his victory, and started to undress.
"Score one for the vampire," he said to himself as he changed. "Only three more outfits to get rid of."
The End
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