Rating: PG-15+, less than R
Summary: Buffy. L.A. Angel. Anger. Angst. AKA 'The Buffy and Angel Show'.
Spoilers: Need to know about Connor. Graduation Day, Part II.
Distribution: Just let me know! :P
Feedback: LIKE CHOCOLATE- ADDICTIVE!
AN: Pretty crappy sequel, I think, but I wrote it in the wee hours of the morning after getting a truckload of feedback!
Dedication: Everybody who sent me feedback on "The Tape"

Buffy Summers stood on the front step of the Hyperion. Angel looked at her, remembering every curve that her outfit brought out. Buffy's eyes scoured him, filling with appreciation and lust.

"Buffy."

"Angel."

"Oh, great," sighed Cordelia, "it always has to be about Buffy."

Buffy scratched her cheek and said, "I'd like the tape back, please. I have the actual tape to exchange it with." She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, not on how sexy Angel looked or on how much she wanted him.

"I was about to tell you she was on her way!" shouted a very annoyed Willow on the phone in Sunnydale. Cordelia turned the phone off and hung up on Willow.

"Are you happy, Buffy? Angel just saw you with Spike," said Cordelia.

"No, not really, since I paid for my relationship with Spike. Look at me, Cordelia, I'm covered in nice black and blue bruises," said Buffy, pointing to various spots on her body.

"Besides," mumbled Buffy as she chomped her gum, "Angel doesn't give a flying fuck about me. I could be having sex with Xander on that tape and he wouldn't care."

"That's not true, Buffy, and you know it," said Angel fiercely.

Buffy ignored him. "At least I didn't keep it a secret. Speaking of secrets, Angel, I'd like to thank you from hiding your son from me. I could have helped you keep him safe. But since I am, I guess, on a different planet, I was left all by my lonesome to screw Spike's BRAINS OUT."

"That's enough out of you, Buffy," said Angel.

Buffy didn't shut up. "Sorry. Doesn't work on me anymore, Angel."

"Buffy, I can't believe you're in my home and using profanity," Angel said.

"Who the hell are you? The vamped out version of Mr. Rogers?" asked Buffy.

"Are you usually this much of a bitch?" asked Fred softly.

Buffy turned to Fred. "No. But I've had a bad day. My old ex-boyfriend just found out I scream out his name when I have sex with my new ex-boyfriend. Put yourself in my place."

"Buffy, that doesn't give you the right to come in here and yell at everybody," said Cordelia in annoyance.

"You think you're so special because Angel's in love with you," said Buffy cruelly. "News. Flash. Angel will date you and romance you and stick his tongue down your throat. And you'll like it. Until one day, he turns into Angelus and it's all your fault and he doesn't go after you- he tries to kill everyone you love. Then, when you get him back, he dumps you."

"Just because it happened to you-"

"Doesn't mean it will happen to you? Maybe not the same way, Cordy, but it will happen. He'll leave you. He's a coward, he'll leave everybody."

Angel grabbed her and shook her, so angry and jealous. He could feel Angelus taking over. Buffy could see it in his eyes. He held fast to her shoulders and looked down at her.

Then he kissed her.

It was a kiss you only read about in novels. It was the kind that makes you feel as though you're on fire and exploding and the whole world stops around you.

Angel couldn't control himself any longer. Maybe it was the outfit. Or the anger and jealousy he felt by watching Buffy and Spike on the tape. He knew only two things.

He loved her.

He wanted her.

Angel kept on kissing her, exhibiting his need and want for her. His hands travelled down her body, resting on her hips. He pulled her tightly to her. Buffy's arms wrapped around his neck and she tried to get even closer to him, needing him like she needed oxygen.

They continued to lose control, Buffy still gripping him tightly. Angel's hands travelled beneath her top, his fingers touching her bra. He began to pull the strap down her shoulder. Buffy's finers played with the buttons on his shirt, slowly trailing down to the waistband of his pants. Angel slipped off both straps of her bra and reached his hands around to her bare back.

They forgot they were in the lobby in front of Angel's friends/co-workers.

Buffy heard Wesley gasp and the phone in Cordelia's hand fall to the ground. She heard Fred give a little shocked cry.

"No," said Buffy, pushing away from him. "No, Angel, stop." She moved away slightly to straighten her clothes.

Angel was severely trying to catch his breath when he grabbed her again and kissed her.

"Angel, what are you doing?" Buffy whispered against his lips, trying desperately to resist the pull that was bringing them together.

"Come with me," he said, pulling her along and not breaking the kiss.

"Angel, I can't," she whispered.

"Do it," he ordered gruffly. Angel dragged her into his office and slammed the door, still kissing her. He finally broke the kiss and their foreheads touched.

"I can't believe you let Spike touch you. He should know better than that. He knows that you're my…" said Angel, his voice trailing off in apparent shame.

"Property? Am I your possession? Because I am, I know I am," she whispered, clinging to him. Angel just sighed, feeling everything slip away from him.

"We can't do this," said Buffy, pulling away from him. "I just came to deliver a tape and can't keep my hands off of you."

Angel reached out a hand and touched the barely evident scar on her neck.

"That's how you're my property. When a vampire marks someone, a human, that person is their property, their possession," explained Angel. His idly ran a finger over the scar.

"I feel so dirty. I let him have me- more than once. And I couldn't stay away from him," said Buffy. "I'm so sorry I disrupted your life."

"It's okay," said Angel.

"Do you love Cordelia?" asked Buffy suddenly.

Angel looked confused. "I think so. But not in the way I love you. Never in the way I love you."

"You love me still? Angel, you know, I tried to do what you told me to. I had that normal boyfriend who could make love to me. But the entire time we were together, we never made love," she said.

"You never…"

"That's not what I meant, silly. Sure, Riley and I had sex. But we never had what you and I had that one time. That one time- we made love."

"Oh. I understand."

"And I don't know why I volunteered to bring the tape. I know we don't live in each other's worlds anymore. I know we're not friends. But when I'm around you, I feel something. Which is better than the nothing I've been feeling since I came back," explained Buffy.

"I understand. And I wish I could be there for you, Buffy. But you have a great support system at home. And you'll find a great guy in Sunnydale."

"I know which guy I happen to want," said Buffy so lowly even Angel could barely make it out. "But he doesn't want me."

"Don't say that. Jeez, Buffy. When I kissed you in lobby, I wanted so much more. You saw how far we went in the lobby. If you hadn't have had enough self control, we'd be in some serious trouble right now. Besides, I would give my left arm to be in the position Spike has been for the last months," said Angel. "

"No pun intended?" asked Buffy.

"Oh, god. I didn't…I guess actually I did," said Angel with a grin.

"Dirty boy. Anyway, I had better be going home. I have to give Dawn a lecture about sending the wrong tape in the mail."

"Buffy, the whole thing with Cordelia-" started Angel.

Buffy held up her hand. "I understand. But she'll never be me. I get it."

"Good. I'll see you around." It was more of a question than a statement.

"Maybe. There's a lot going on right now."

"Tell me about it."

Before Buffy left the office, she tossed Angel the VHS tape that had a little note inside. Taking the note from the box, he read it.

Sorry. Your girl, always. B.

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