SUMMARY: Buffy has a special task she MUST complete
RATING: TV-PG
SPOILER: Sequel to Stocking Stuffers, found at http://planetslaythishollydays.homestead.com
DISCLAIMER: Everyone belongs to Joss. I belong to no one. Heehee. I love being all powerful.
WEBSITE: http://planetslaythis.homestead.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a one-shot that's a sequel. Don't question my motives when I'm actually writing, all right?
DEDICATION: Justin Randall Timberlake, for restoring my faith in men. Sort of.

"Wait," Buffy stopped back by the counter before heading into the living room. "Gotta have props."

Willow smiled when she saw the mistletoe in her best friend's hand. "Good luck."

"Muchas gracias."

"Hey, you passed Spanish!" Willow said enthusiastically.

"Not exactly," Buffy smirked. "But I didn't fail."

The Slayer eyed the men before entering the living room. She needed a distraction to rid herself of the others.

"Giles," Buffy said, "Willow wants to know if you want the last piece of wedding cake. She was gonna throw it out."

Spike, Wesley and Gunn all bolted for the kitchen.

"Giles," Buffy made a face.

"I'm not hungry," he said, picking up a book.

"Yes. You. Are."

The Watcher disappeared and Angel never moved from behind his Ancient Text of Something Boring. Buffy took the book out of his hands, plopped in his lap and held the mistletoe over his head.

"Merry Kissmas," she said. "Get it? Kissmas. You gotta kiss me now."

"Buffy, I don't think this is the--"

"Kiss. Me."

"Buffy--"

"KISS ME, dammit, or I'll tell Cordelia you're doubling her salary."

Buffy had never really figured Angel for the cheap type, but it worked. He kissed her like he hadn't since their "forgotten day", the one she wasn't supposed to remember but never forgot. The reason she'd started dating Riley all came crashing back at her and she pulled away from Angel and slapped him as hard as she possibly could.

"What the HELL was that for?"

"THAT was for you." she climbed off of him and went into the kitchen, slamming the door behind her.

"What'd I do?" he asked the room.

"You didn't tell her about the forgotten day!" Cordy shouted from the bedroom where she was laying down, recovering from morning sickness that never went away.

"Is she STILL pissed about that?" Angel asked.

Giles slid open the doorwall that separated the kitchen and living room. "Of course, you bloody moron. She'll never get over it because YOU lied to her."

"I gotta make it up to her," he said, panicked. "How? How can I do that?"

"Write her a poem," Wesley suggested.

"Or a sognejngnd." Gunn added.

"A WHAT?" Angel asked.

"A song," he said after swallowing.

"That's a great idea," Angel jumped up and started looking for his coat. "That's just what I'll do, I'll write her a song, then she'll have to forgive me.."

"You're babbling," Tara told him, coming into the room.

"I'm gonna write Buffy a song," he said proudly before leaving.

"He knows the sun's up, right?" she asked.

"Let him get a sunburn," Buffy said before going into the bedroom to kick Cordelia off the bed.

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