DISCLAIMER: Just took Joss's characters out of their dollhouses for a spin - Riley doesn't exist, either :)
SPOILERS: None. This is the 3rd in my fluff series. This one doesn't fit in or follow like the previous two sort of did.

FEEDBACK: Come on! I'm sure a few of the 400+ on this list can send a couple of lines telling me whether it's any good or not! Please! *g*
NOTES: This is unbeta'd - I wrote it at 10pm and couldn't be bothered waiting for my beta reader to get it back to me...It's for Missy & Kate!

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"Okay, ouch." Buffy laughed, as she fell off the bed and landed on last nights stiletto. Her first formal college dance had been an excellent night. What's more, Angel had managed to worm his way out of seeing Cordelia's play again, and had turned up at her door in a tux, with a beautiful pale pink rose corsage.

She rolled onto her stomach to get up, but found Angel beside her lifting her back onto the bed. "That was spectacular, Buffy." he teased. She tugged her nightshirt down and clambered back under the covers.

"Tired. Sleep." She tossed her head around to get the hair off her face. "Ohh," she moaned. "Headache."

Angel kissed her temple and rummaged through her bedside drawer, finally pulling out a very old looking packet of Panadol's. "These do?"

Her muffled reply came from underneath the pillows. "Yeah, sure, fine, whatever."

"I'll take that as a yes," he grabbed her bottle of water and poured a glass. "Here. Come on, baby, take the nice medicine." She was always so damn cranky when she was sick.

Buffy lifted her head, the anger blatently obvious on her face. "Don't patronize me, Angel!" she snapped, wrenching the tablets and glass from his hand. She sat up and threw off the blankets.

"I'm hungry," she said, moments later after she'd dressed in his white shirt and her favourite pair of jeans. "Let's eat."

- - - - -

Forty-five minutes later, Buffy was waiting impatiently at the sunny table near the university campus' huge lawns. She glanced over to Angel, who was taking forever getting the food. She sat back and tried to soak in the sun, instead of dwelling on the pain that the overly-bright light was causing her.

"Here we go." Angel said, plonking down a plate, covered in fruit.

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "I said 'hearty', not fruity, Angel."

"Well," he winced. "I spent all the money last night..this was all I could afford."

She just laughed slightly, spearing a piece of watermelon and popping it into her mouth. "You're lucky this is good, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Angel asked, holding up a fork to feed her. "You'd attack me?"

She considered it for a moment. "Hmm, no, I might chain you up and never let you go back to LA again." she chewed at the food. "And how come you aren't hungover at all, mister?"

Angel relaxed in his chair, grinning. "It's all in the size and kind of drink, baby."

"So? I had champagne-"

"By the bottleful," Angel interrupted.

"Four glasses."

He laughed. "And mine aswell, thats about six or seven. I'm just lucky you weren't completely roaring drunk."

Buffy lifted her chin arrogantly. "I wouldn't get drunk, Angel. I'd be...tipsy."

They finished the small breakfast together, and moved onto coffee, which Buffy generously funded.

"You owe me for this you realise, Angel." She said as she sipped at the hot drink.

Angel gave her a look of pure amusement. "And who paid for your beautiful 'gown'?"

Buffy was silent, gaping, for a moment, before sheepishly admitting, "You did."

"Right, and who bought the over-priced tickets?"

"You did."

"And who came all the way from LA, breaking a speed limit and securing himself a ticket, so that he could escort the princess?"

"Fine! Okay, I get it. You don't owe me," she sulked. "But can we please go now? The sun's making my brain explode."

Angel chuckled. His sweet, adorable girlfriend had a hangover, and the traditional trimmings. "Where to, then?"

Buffy hid her face in his chest. "I don't know," she mumbled. "Somewhere quiet, dark and alcohol-free?"

"Sure," he said, guiding her away from what she'd called the 'obscene amount of sunlight'. "I know just the place."

- - -

"This is sunny." Buffy said in disgust as Angel led her through the park. "I hate the sun. I specified no sun, Angel! I know you're trying to be Mr. Suntan, but-"

Angel clamped his hand over her mouth. "Buffy stop. Incase you hadn't notice, we aren't staying in the sun. Now, if you'll keep walking, we'll be in the shade sooner."

Buffy shut her mouth, frowning up at him. "We'd better."

- - -

The quiet little grove of trees was rarely visited. The edges were so dark and gloomy, many people just scratched it out as just another clump of big trees. But to Angel, it was much more. It was a sanctuary to go and think.

"Okay," he murmured. "We're in the shade, baby, you can relax."

Buffy opened one eye carefully. "Wow...Angel...it's so pretty in here!" she exclaimed, snuggling up to him.

"I come here alot. To think." he walked to a huge tree and pulled down a well-hidden, waterproof sack. He took out the blanket inside and settled it on the ground.

Within moments, the couple was sprawled out under the trees, curled around each other.

Buffy sighed into Angel's neck, tickling him. "Can I sleep now?"

"Do you promise not to get so drunk that I have to carry you home next time?" he teased good-naturedly.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes dad! And besides, I walked home."

"That's what you think, anyway."

Buffy hit him, hard enough to make him grimace on impact. She smiled impishly. "Shut up and let me sleep."

"Yes, your highness," mockingly. Buffy just moved closer to him, her eyes already closed. She tipped her chin and kissed him softly.

"Wake me up later?" she asked in a tiny voice. Angel planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Of course. Love you."

Buffy mumbled something incomprehensible and drifted off to sleep, leaving Angel to partake in his favourite hobby; watching Buffy.

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