Disclaimer: Not again! I don't own anything that you recognise in the story. All I own is a tiny dog that's currently zonked out on Valium because she hurt her back. :P
Rating: G
Spoilers: None. Grad Day, if you count the fact that Angel's in LA, but I think everyone knows that by now...
Authors Notes: This could potentially become a fluffy,pointless series. Let me know if you want more.
Feedback: Does Buffy love Angel? Does Angel loveBuffy? Is Spike a hottie? Do I want feedback? YES TOALL!!! *g*
Dedication: Miffy, Bec, Missy, Starla, Sammy, Sara and Nicole. Also to Cynamin, 'cause that challenge never managed to work out for me :( sorry!! :)

Buffy cursed as the sky threatened to fall on her. "Just when I don't have an umbrella, of course," she muttered, stalking along the road.

As she rounded the corner and the tall, prominant building came into view, she wiped the beginnings of rain from her face. Weighing up the scenario, she came up with two options; run, beating the rain, but getting all hot and sweaty, or just accept that if it rained, she got wet.

"It won't rain," she mumbled, "Option 2 it is." she chose, knowing full well her clothes were about to be ruined.-

Five minutes later, as Angel lay dozing on his bed,Buffy was running up the stairs to the peaceful offices. The lifts weren't working, she'd discovered.The security guy had said "haven't been for a week or so, little lady." Buffy had almost punched him.

The angry sound of a fist pounding on his door woke Angel from his dreams. Well, nightmares. Cordelia had taken part-time work as a child-care person, and constantly had brats running about her ankles and through Angel's things.

"Coming!" he yelled, muttering to himself.

The door swung open. He looked from the floor up; a puddle, getting bigger by the second, cork platforms-soggy, snake-skin pants and a black top.

"Buffy," he stated the obvious, "You're all wet."

"Yeah, love you too, Angel." she spat, brushing past him. "Because you weren't answering, I had to walk from the bus-stop in the RAIN!"

Angel carefully took her jacket and bag from her hands. "I was sle- out. Fighting. Demons. You know how it is." he gave a weak, tentitive smile. "Tea? Hot chocolate?"

"No. Yes. And dry clothes." she paused, thinking."Start your fire, too. It's not going to stop raining and I don't want the leather to get mouldy."-

Buffy ordered him around like a slave, getting him to fix food, dry her clothes, bring her hot chocolate and overall making him treat her like she was a princess.

Finally, sipping the dregs of her drink, she sighed.Angel took the cup from her, placing it on the coffee table, and pulled her into his arms, settling her on his lap. The couple sat there in silence, watching the fire crackle and burn.

"Angel?"

He opened one eye a crack. "Mmh."

"I'm cold."

"You'll warm up soon," he assured her, giving her a little squeeze. 'And then you'll fall asleep.'

"But I'm cold now." she whined. "Can I have a blanket?"

Angel firmly shut his eyes, not budging. "You know where they are. Your favourite mohair's on the bed."

"But I'm all comfy..I don't wanna get up," she moaned,wriggling for effect.

He sighed. This could go on all night. Knowing Buffy,she'd make him pay for it the next day too.

"So am I, sweetie, can you wait until the fire warms you up?"

Buffy bit her lip, made herself shiver, and pouted."Nope. I'm freezing cold, Angel. Shivering." she added for effect.

He loved her, and couldn't deny her anything. But if she could just let him..."Angel!" she whimpered. "Cold..and," she sniffled, "..and my hairs all wet,and I'll get sick and..and.." she pouted up at him,her bottom lip jutting out appealingly, and her eyes pleading for her wish to be done."

Fine," he grunted, getting up. "Anything else you want while I'm up? Because once I sit back down..."

She shook her head. Angel fetched the blanket, butwhen he returned, Buffy was no-where to be seen."

Buffy? Where are you?" he called. "C'mon, don't play games."

He heard a rustling and turned around. Curled up onthe thick sheepskin rug in front of the fire lay Buffy.The heat radiating off the flames made her skin glow.Angel didn't want to risk her hair or clothing catching on fire, so he pulled the mat away from the fire and covered her with the blanket.

Unknown amounts of time had passed when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Angel? It's Willow,"

"Willow, hey. What's up? Do you need to speak to Buffy?"

"Oh, no!" Willow replied happily. "I was just checking if you guys got the books and stuff?"

"Books...what books?" Angel asked.

There was a pause. "Buffy didn't give you the books?"Willow squeaked.

"No."

"Oh, well, they should be in her bag. They're just some things Giles didn't need anymore, he thought they'd be useful for you and Cordelia and Wesley."

Angel looked over to Buffys satchel, it was bigger then usual. "Thanks. Was there anything else?" He knew Willow, she had the sound of someone who wanted to say something, but wasn't sure if they should.

"Uh..yeah. Are you guys coming down to visit anytime soon? We..miss you. Xander misses..."

"Cordy?" Angel asked. "We'll come down soon, Willow.When there's a quiet week. See you then."

"Bye Angel."

Angel put the phone down and walked back to where Buffy was dreaming.

She opened her eyes. "Who was that?"

"Willow," he said, grinning. "Forget to mention something, Buff?"

Buffy frowned. "Oh yeah! These musty old books Giles wanted you to have. That was a long conversation for'did you like the book'."

Angel sat beside her. "We're coming to visit in Sunnydale soon. Willow invited us."

"We?"

"Cordelia, Wesley and I."

"Oh." Buffy said softly. "But not yet, right? 'Cause I came all this way...and I haven't gotten my reward,"she smirked up at him.

"Oh really?" Angel teased, wrapping his arms aroundher waist. "We'll have to see about that reward,then,"

Buffy licked her lips, grinning. "Yes we will!"

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