DISCLAIMER: Do you recognize them at all? Well if you do, I don't own them. Yep, I don't own all that is recognizable.
TIMELINE: Well I would like to say sometime around season three.
SPOILERS: I don't think there are any spoilers.
SYNOPSIS: Well, a quarter of the story is guessing where they are going...
DISTRIBUTION: Okay, if you have any of my previous stories, feel free to take this, and anything I write, just please give me a link. Oh and if you want to take my stories, e-mail me a link...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay the timeline is season three, but in this one Angel's human. And him and Buffy are together. That's about all I have to say.
FEEDBACK: I would love you forever and ever and ever. Cause feedback gives me a happy.
RATING: I would say G-PG

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," a deep voice could be heard.

"Angel?" Buffy asked.

"Hmmm?" he turned around. He wore a pair of black pants, and that was it.

"Are you ready?" she questioned staring at his muscular chest.

"Yes, one second," Angel left the main room of the mansion and retrieved his bag. He came back moments later.

When he re-entered the main room of his home he found Buffy flipping through a book that was left on the table. She flipped through the pages, stopping when an object fell from the book's pages. Buffy bent down to pick it up and smiled at what she saw.

"Hello," he announced his arrival.

"Hey," she smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"This," she held up the object.

"You look surprised," he observed.

She stared at him, "Well I am."

"Why?"

She chuckled a bit, "Because I don't know many people who keep a picture of me in their books."

Angel dropped his bag, walked up to her and put his hand on top of hers. She put the picture back into its place in the book and looked up to him.

He whispered into her ear, "I love this picture."

Shivers were sent up her spine and she felt his cool un-breath against her neck.

He started kissing her neck, working his way to her mouth. She smiled and waited for him to reach her mouth. She kissed him back, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Between kisses she spoke up, "So (kiss) when (kiss) are (kiss) we (kiss) going (kiss) to (kiss) go?"

Angel pulled away and grabbed his bag from its spot on the floor. "Yes, let's go." He walked right out the front door.

Buffy smiled at his retreating figure and then increased her pace to catch up with him.

After school she walked over to Angel's new home, it was right inbetween Buffy's home and school. She was to go to Angel's and then he would drive.

Buffy hopped in the passenger side of the car. And Angel opened his door, and sat in the driver's side. He tossed his bag in the back, Buffy just put hers at her feet.

As soon as the car started up Buffy turned on the radio and flipped it to her favorite station. After finally deciding on a station, she leaned back into the seat. She closed her eyes and rested her head.

The ride was fairly silent, save for the quieted radio. Angel parked the car and turned the engine off. He turned to Buffy. She opened her eyes and stretched her arms as far as she could in the enclosed space.

Angel gave her a smile before stepping out of the car. He opened the car door that led to his bag. Buffy got out of the car and dug through her bag for sunglasses. She found them and quickly put them on.

"Shall we?" Angel asked, putting on his own sunglasses.

"We shall," Buffy placed her hand in his and started walked. They walked, first on concrete, then on sand. Buffy removed her sandals and wiggled her toes in the sand before looking at Angel.

"I love the beach," she smiled.

"And that's why I brought you here."

They found a place to put their blanket, and sat down. Buffy stood, removing her top and shorts to reveal a very revealing bikini. Angel's eyes almost popped.

Buffy was just enjoying the Angel's looks.

He glared at her.

"Oh, you know you like it," she said before sitting down once again.

Angel shrugged and then took off his own shirt, leaving him down to his trunks. Buffy just stared at his muscular build, once again. He looked down at himself.

"Yes?"

"Nice," Buffy admired. She suddenly looked around, noticing that some girls were staring at him. She moved closer to him, covering him up with her small body.

"You know you like it," he repeated to her.

"Yeah, I like it, but I don't like other girls liking it."

Angel smirked.

"Help?" she asked with puppy dog eyes holding out a bottle of sunscreen.

"Okay," Angel took the bottle from her hands, and helped her apply the white liquid.

"Your turn," Buffy announced after Angel finished with her.

"I don't need it," he told her.

"Yes, yes you do. After how many years of no sun... being palest of white, now you are being exposed to lots of sun. Lots," she emphasized. "And you will burn, and turn red, like a lobster."

"Fine, go ahead," he surrendered to her.

"Okay, I will," she squeezed some lotion into her hands and rubbed it on his back and neck. Loving the feel of his skin, and finding her gaze shifting to the tattoo on his back. She loved that. It seemed to fit Angel so well. Before applying the lotion to his back she kissed the tattoo.

Angel shifted to look at her. His eyes filled with questions.

"Your tattoo," she stated, as if that explained everything.

"Oh?" he stared at her.

"I like it, it suits you," she smiled. She finished applying and handed him the bottle, "Done!"

"Thank you very much," he leaned in for a kiss. She met him halfway and shared a brief, sweet kiss.

"Mmmm, your welcome."

"Wanna go in the water?" Buffy asked.

Angel nodded his head, and together they got up. On their way to the water Angel noticed some guys giving Buffy some pretty inviting looks. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek. She laughed at his reaction to the stares she was getting.

Buffy noticed the same girl who were looking at Angel before, resuming their eyes towards her boyfriend. She glared at them, causing Angel to smile.

"You think that's funny?" she asked.

"No," he dropped his grin.

"Good, maybe I should be covering you," she suggested.

"That's okay," he glared at some other guys who were sitting on blankets with their girlfriends.

Buffy laughed, "Look at us," she said. "Here we are, glaring at everyone who looks at us. You know what that means?"

Angel spoke up, "That we need to buy a private beach?"

"No, that we look amazing," she said matter-of-factly.

"You do," he agreed.

By the time Angel finished that last sentence the couple had reached the water. It rolled over her feet and she pulled away.

"It's cold," she stated.

"Yes, would you like it heated?" he asked.

She pouted.

He shook his head, "No, not this time. I will make my remarks when I wish."

She was still pouting.

He grumbled, "I take it back."

Buffy broke out into a huge grin and walked further into the water.

Angel followed her and went under, sneaking up behind her from underwater. She shrieked and then laughed.

"Angel," she playfully hit him.

"Yes, beloved?"

"Don't do that. You scared me!"

"I scared you?"

"Uh huh."

"If that was scary..."

Buffy's hit him again, "Don't even think about it."

"Okay, if you say so..."

"I do, so stop," she raised her head high.

"Okay, okay," he held up his hands in front of him.

They swam for a while before getting bored.

As Buffy was drying off she looked to Angel.

"Can we play volleyball?" she asked him.

"Sure," Angel responded.

They found a net, already being used. Buffy shrugged. So what if it was being used. She would use her charms against the *guys* that were playing. She turned to Angel, a smile plastered across her face. He wasn't sure what was going on in her head, but he was sure he wouldn't like it.

She walked up to the side of the court.

"Can we play?" she asked, indicating to her and Angel.

The boy turned to her, and put his attention back into the game. It took a small while for him to turn back the beautiful girl that stood in front of him.

"Uhhhh, sure."

"Thanks, I'm Buffy, and that's Angel."

"Hi, Riley Finn, and these are my friends," he introduced.

"Hello," Angel waved.

"So what grade are you in?" Riley asked after the teams had been split up. Buffy next to Riley, Angel on the otherside. Angel was shooting daggers with his eyes.

"I'm a senior," she said before giving Angel a smile.

"Oh, and Angel?"

"He's out of school," she said. It did have truth.

"Oh, I go to UC Sunnydale," Riley said very... enthusiastically.

"Oh, that's nice," Buffy hit the ball over the net.

"Yeah," Riley said staring at Buffy's bikini.

The ball was hit by someone on the otherside. One of Riley's friends set the ball, and Angel spiked the ball as hard as he could, right into Riley. If Riley hadn't jumped back in the nick of time Angel would have hit him where it hurts.

"Wow!" Riley jumped back.

Angel glared at him one last time before Buffy gave him a look. Angel just shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'what?'.

Buffy smiled at him and tried to finish the game. Half way through she noticed a girl standing on the sidelines of the court, keeping her eyes on Angel. When it was Buffy's turn to serve, the ball just happened to hit the girl.

"Kate, watch out!" Riley warned.

"Geese," Kate dusted herself off, she had fallen into the sand.

"Sorry," Buffy said with as much sweetness she could muster.

"That's okay," the girl said.

The game finished and Buffy and Angel said their goodbyes.

Buffy was laughing all the way to their blanket.

"What is so funny?" Angel asked, after they were finally seated.

"Us. We are perfect for one another. Guy makes eyes at me, you hit hit, almost in his... and a girl makes eyes at you and I 'accidentally' miss my serve. We are so perfect for each other!"

Angel thought for a moment, "Yeah, we are."

The rest of the day was spent swimming and glaring at others. Before the sun had set, Buffy and Angel packed up and left. Buffy was staying the night at Angel's place. Her mom had an art thing to do in LA.

Angel was on the couch when Buffy entered the room.

"Hiya," she smiled.

"Hello."

"You know what? There was only one thing wrong with this trip."

"And that was...?"

"I still have sand in my hair."

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