Disclaimer: The character of Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon and the WB. I'm just borrowing while I have my own fun. I shall return them when I am done.
Buffy flashed her companion a naughty smile as she started her show. Sauntering sexily behind a door, she reached out holding a shirt and dropped it to the ground. Angel watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Buffy threw another garment across the room. He was speechless and, quite honestly, a little appalled. This was the last thing he expected from Buffy.
Buffy tossed another piece of clothing to Angel, who caught it instinctively. "So, Angel, are you enjoying my performance?"
Angel nodded automatically, still too stunned to speak. Only when Buffy tossed out his favorite item did he break his silence.
"Buffy, don't you think this is going a little too far?" he asked as he caught the pair of pants she hurled at him.
Buffy shook her head. "Nope," she answered. "We've been together a year now and I think the time is right. It's time for a change, and it might as well happen now."
Angel, of course, did not agree. "Buffy, don't do this," he pleaded uselessly. "Please, don't do this."
Buffy almost gave in to the soft, desperate note in his voice. But she had promised herself she was going to do this. She wasn't backing out now. If she had to go one more day like this, she wouldn't be able to cope. Somehow she had to loosen Angel up and this was the only way she could think of to get his attention. Stepping from behind the door, she walked over to Angel and dumped a pile of clothes at his feet.
"I know I'm being a little Cordelia-ish," she admitted as she headed back to the closet. "But if I have to witness you making yet another fashion mistake, I'm likely to drive a stake through your cute little heart. So, in the spirit of keeping you alive, or as alive as a vampire can be, humor me. Please."
Angel, not yet ready to die, again, reluctantly agreed. He winced when Buffy tossed another shirt at him.
"So how much is this new wardrobe going to cost me?" he asked as he got up from the bed and joined Buffy in the closet.
Buffy smiled, picturing a night of shopping and spending money with Angel. Turning to him, she couldn't help laughing as she visioned the amount of money they were going to spend. Briefly, she wondered if she could talk him into buying a car. A nice, sporty, expensive Porsche. Convertible. With black leather seats. And an unusually roomy backseat.
Shaking her head as thoughts of backseats led to thoughts of Angel naked in that backseat went wild. "Let's just say it's a good thing you've racked up a lot of cash over the years," she told him when her hormones clamed down. "And it's a good thing it's the holidays. Stores'll be open late which gives us plenty of time to shop."
Angel looked pained at the thought. He had a fairly good feeling that shopping hadn't changed much in 250 years. He was going to be in for a long night.
"Lucky me," he said dryly.
Buffy smiled. "Don't worry," she reassured him. "We'll have fun. And if you're good, I might spice up your time in the fitting room."
Leaving Angel to finish what she started, Buffy walked out of the closet and headed over to the phone.
"Now," she mumbled to herself as she picked up the reciever and dialed a familiar number. "Let's see if Giles is ready for his closet raid."
The End
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