DISCLAIMER: You see these people whose lives I am playing with? I don't own them. Shocker huh?
TIMELINE: Sometime after season 4.
SPOLIERS: Nothing that I know of.
SYNOPSIS: Wake up to a morning with Buffy and Angel.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was bored, what did I do? I wrote this.FEEDBACK: P-p-p-please?
RATING: G-PG

"Mmmmm," Buffy rolled over.

She opened an eye, picking up a ray of sunlight just hitting her eye. She quickly turned her head, suprised finding it contact with flesh. Then realization hit. No matter how often she woke up with Angel, her husband-to-be, she wasn't going to get used to to it anytime soon.

Angel lay on his side, his back turned toward her. She casually reached a hand up to trace the tatoo on his back. After repeating the pattern a couple times, Angel turned his head around.

He loved waking up and seeing her. Every ounce of him said that this was a dream, but it wasn't. And he couldn't believe she was still with him.

"Hey," she smiled to his close-eyed face.

"Hi," he mumbled and the turned over to his other side. He opened an eye again, looked at her for a couple seconds, then closed it again, slowing drifting back to sleep. Buffy was awake by now and decided to close her own eyes, see if maybe could could fall asleep again.

No luck. Buffy sat up, and put her legs around the side of the bed. She retreated back into the warmth of the sheets, moving her body to Angel. It turns out he wasn't asleep, just resting his eyes.

"Why didn't you get up?" his groggy voice asked.

"Because," she said, "the air outside this bed is cold, and the sheets somehow seem softer, and... okay, okay, I don't want to get up. I just want to lay in bed all day. Can we do that?"

Angel looked at her.

"I know, we have to get out sometime, but I don't want to. Bed, good. Outside world, bad."

As Buffy was saying this, Angel slipped out of the covers.

"Hey!" she protested.

"One of us has to get out eventually," he explained. "But so soon?" she wined. "Yeah, come on," he motioned for her to follow him. She grumbled,

"Fine, but I am going back if it's too cold."

Angel smiled at her antics. "Whatever you say, love."

As quick as the semi-cranky slayer could manage, she jumped of bed. Buffy stood next to the bed for a short while and was making a move to go back when she heard Angel.

"Buffy," he said her name, and she followed him outside.

They slowly walked downstairs. Angel reached the couch first, and plopped himself down. Buffy followed in turn, and lay across his lap.

"Morning," Angel grinned down at her.

"Yeah, morning, bad part of the day," she looked at the TV.

"Wanna watch some TV?" she grabbed the remote.

"Depends, what do you want to watch?"

"Cartoons," she bobbed her head.

"Buffy, no, not cartoons. Something easy on the eyes. Cartoon have too many bright colors," Angel complained.

"Scooby Doo," she said in a sing-song voice.

Angel slumped his shoulders in defeat.

"I win!" Buffy clicked on the TV and turned to the approiate channel.

During the next thirty minutes Buffy took some time to explain to Angel what Xander meant by the Scooby Gang. After a little confusion, Angel and pop culture didn't mix, he got it. Once the show was over, Buffy got up from her new spot, next to Angel, her head on his chest.

The ex-vampire turned off the TV, trying to think of how power puff girls would help him. He came up with no answer. Angel sat on the couch, just sitting, not doing anything when Buffy threw herself into the air, landing on a couch coushin.

Angel snapped back into reality, and leaned back. He heard Buffy's stomach growl.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah, what do we have in our fridge anyway?" she stood up to go check. "Ohhh! Vanilla yogurt!" she said with mock enthusiasm and then added, "that's nice and... plain."

"So then add some fruit," Angel opened a brown paper bag that was on the counter and handed it to her.

She looked at him questionly.

"Peaches and nectarines."

"Oh, but to add fruit requires work."

"Yes?"

"But why do you think they made yogurt with fruit in in? So that people don't have to do it."

He just stared at her.

"Fine," she breathed, and set to work adding her fruit. Angel just shook his head and brought out the toaster, putting a bagel in the slots.

"Would you like a bagel?" he asked.

"Uhhhhh, sure why not. Want to share my yogurt with me?"

"I am not a yogurt person," he looked up at her.

"Ohhh yeah, I forgot, chocolate good, yogurt bad. Well, just offering."

"Thanks for the offer."

"No prob."

They ate breakfast together in almost silence. Angel spoke up first.

"What do you want to do today?"

Buffy put her finger to her head, "Hmmm, earlier I thought perhaps spending all day in bed, but I guess that idea was thrown out the window a while ago. So there are a couple choices. What we want to do is the real question."

"Bringing us right back to square one, What do you want to do today?"

Buffy wrinkled her forehead, "You foiled my plan."

"You mean that plan where to try to confuse me with an answer, while not answering the question?"

"Yeah, that one. Why don't we spend the day inside?"

"Because it is a very nice day outside, and I would like to spend it with you," Angel gave reason.

"Logic is fun, fine, picnic in the park?"

Angel thought for a moment, as if considering it. "Sounds good, but until later what do you want to do?"

"Hey! I suggested something, your turn."

"Okay, okay, TV?"

Buffy stared at him, "Easy answer."

He shrugged, "Passes the time."

"I guess, well I am going to shower. Have fun with the TV."

"Okay," he cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

He would have to remember to make a picnic lunch, cause he was sure that Buffy wouldn't remember. Angel knew that while Buffy could do anything she set her mind at, she wouldn't remember to make the lunch, so they would end up getting something from a burger place.

Angel picked up the dry erase maker and wrote 'make lunch' on the dry erase board, mounted on the refrigerator. He sauntered upstairs, hearing the water run. After knocking on the door, he stepped in.

"Mind if I brush my teeth?" he asked.

Buffy pulled a piece of shower curtain away, revealing only her face, "Go ahead."

"Thanks," he picked up his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste on the brush. He turned the faucet on, and ran some water over the paste and brush.

Buffy made a little jump and once again peeled away a piece of the shower curtain.

"Hot. Water. Angel," she said as calmly as she could.

He winced, "Sorry, Buffy."

She closed her eyes, "Sure."

He stepped out of the bathroom, mentally noting that turning the water on when someone was in the shower could upset them. That was definitely something he should remember.

Buffy walked out of the bathroom five minutes later.

"Sorry," he said once again.

She looked at him blankly. "Ohh! That! I'm fine, happens all the time at my house."

He relaxed and stepped into the bathroom. Taking a cold shower, she wasn't in the bathroom for that long, but she was in there for long enough and was running the water warm enough.

Buffy opened the closet, looking for something to wear today. She wanted something that could sit on the ground with, but something that didn't look like old clothes. She found just the outfit. A gray knee length skirt and a faded pink tank. She changed into it and did a turn in front of the mirror. It wasn't the *best* outfit in the world, but it would do. She walked to the Cd player, turning on her favorite radio station.

Angel came in, clad in a towel, making Buffy drool just a bit. He caught her staring at him and she smiled at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"Just looking at my love. Why is that a bad thing?"

"No," he walked to the closet in search of an outfit.

Buffy opened a drawer, in search of her bobby pins, brush, and comb. She did her hair in little twisties and gave a quick spray of her non-aerosol hairspray.

Next she searched for her make-up. After finding the brightly colored bag, she dug out what she needed. Buffy began applying all the necessary colors and felt a weird tickle like sensation on the back of her neck. She usually got this feeling when someone was was watching her.

Buffy turned around. "Hey, are you looking at me?" she used her best accented voice.

"Yes," Angel admitted.

"And may I ask why?"

"Because you are beautiful and I am trying to understand why you need to put color on your face."

"Well, Angel, you think I am beautiful not matter what, and for that I love you," she quickly added. "But others don't see me that way, hence the make-up."

A sudden thought popped up in Angel's head. "Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to make the picnic lunch," he reminded her.

"Oh yeah, well let's go then."

They traveled downstairs to the kitchen where they made their sandwiches, Angel peanut butter and jelly, Buffy ham and cheese. The picked up some juice boxes, some chips, and Buffy cut up some fruit for them to share. Angel opened the cookie jar to take out two cookies for them.

"Ready?" he asked after they finished getting ready.

"Uhhh, yeah, lemme grab my shoes."

Buffy put her shoes on as fast as she could, and together they walked out the door, ready for their picnic.

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