DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all these characters, Sunnydale, and all things and places in Sunnydale for that matter. i own practally nothing in this fic, cept possibly some of the events that happen. That's it.
TIMELINE: um, after the season 4 finale
SPOLIERS: "Ted", and even then, it's only a few ideas, events.
SYNOPSIS: The title kind agives it away.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I like writing fluff. It's fun and makes me happy. Oh and just to tell you, Angel's place didn't get all blowed up!
FEEDBACK: Please? Pretty please? Cause it makes me happier than writing the fluff.
RATING: G/PG?

"Ahhhh, we have the whole weekend to relax," Buffy said as she through herself onto the bed.

"Yeah, unless some very dark evil shows up," Angel added.

"Sure, if you are a grouch about it, I bet that some demon will show up, thriving with your grouchness."

"Sorry, but I missed you, and that makes me cranky," Angel smiled.

Buffy got up to go get something to eat. She opened Angel's fridge and grabbed a bag of baby carrots. Her boyfriend need junk food. Badly. She rumaged around for anything else that might make her fat.

"Hey, Angel? Why do you have so much health food junk?" she asked over her shoulder.

"I don't know, why? Do you not like my food?" he asked as he crossed from the bedroom to the kitchen.

"No, at least now you *have* food," she said poking him in the side.

"Yeah, that's a plus huh?"

"I bet I can think of some more," she said luringly.

"Oh? And what would those be?" he asked innocently.

"Nothing," she said as she munched on a carrot. She continued to chew a couple more times, swallowed, then put the bag back in the fridge.

"No, I want to know."

"Okay, well, if you insist..."

"I do."

"Okay, sunlight, though don't get me wrong, I liked your pale self too," Buffy hopped up onto the kitchen table. "Um, well let's just say that the non-exsistant curse loophole is nice too. And then the whole lack of plasma in your system could be considered a plus..."

"Speaking of sunlight, what do you say we go enjoy some?" Angel suggested.

"All for it," she said as she hopped off the table.

Together the couple took their walk into the sun, though they had done this more than once, the mere fact that he was in the sun, still amazed Angel. Buffy and Angel sat on a patch of grass, gazing at each other. After about ten minutes, they snapped back into reality.

"What do you say to a game of mini golf?" Angel asked his love.

"I'd say that... we should go mini golfing, after all, my last expierence kinda sucked."

"Well, then now we have to," he said matter-of-factly.

"Okay then."

"Okay."

They got up and walked to a place that sported the "best mini golf ever", and walked up to the counter. Angel paid for the two of them for one game.

"This is soo cheesy," Buffy said.

"Yeah, but it's a fun kinda cheesy. Plus, I have never mini golfed before, or golfed for that matter," he grinned.

"Oh, well then I guess I should go easy one you," she reasoned.

"Probably."

The first hole was a simple hit-the-ball-into-the-gator's-mouth kinda thing. Angel told Buffy that she could go first, so she hit her ball. It went into the gator's mouth, but didn't come back out.

"Hey," she whined.

Angel spoke up, "I bet that when I hit my ball, it'll knock yours lose."

"Fine," she huffed.

Angel hit his, knocking his and Buffy's ball out of the gator.

"Yeah, thanks sweetie," Buffy rewarded him with a kiss.

"No problem," he said, kissing her back.

The first the hole off, each getting a two. There was a family behind them with a dad, a mom, a pre-teen boy, and a little girl. While Buffy and Angel golfed, it seemed as if the family was watching them. When they kissed, even lightly on the check, the two kids groaned, and the parents apologised to them every time.

The tenth hole had two challenges, a curve AND a sandpit. Buffy hit her ball and it landed somewhere near the hole, while Angel hit his, and it flew off the green once it reached the curve.

"I won't count it," Buffy told him.

"You won't?" he asked cautiously.

"Nah, wait, of course I will, fair is fair, right is right!" she said, with a huge regret, "never mind, just re-hit your ball.

"Thanks, honey."

"No problem, *pumpkin*," she laughed.

After that was finished, Buffy had gotten a hole in three and Angel a seven, the score sheet had said to stop counting after seven.

"Grrr," he grumbled as hole eleven came up.

For the rest of the golfing day Angel's scores got higher and higher, while Buffy's got lower and lower. When they finished hole eighteen, anyone could see that Buffy was winning. While walking back to the apaprtment Angel added up the scores. Buffy had a thirty- three and Angel had a sixty-two.

"What can you really tell from a person by their *golf* score?" Buffy asked Angel after looking at the sheet.

"If they are a bad golfer," he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, I guess. But, I think that we should go home, eat, and stay together for the rest of the weekend, enjoying ourselves as best we can. After all, I don't mind spending all week in bed. Do you?"

"Now that you put it THAT way," Angel cheered up.

On they way home they stopped to rent some movies. It took almost half an hour just to find good movie that they'd both enjoy, but they decided on _The Matrix_. And to make up for its deeply actionated action scenes, Buffy convinced Angel to get _One Fine Day_ and _Ferris Bueller's Day Off_.

"You'll love 'em," she told her boyfriend.

When they did get home they made a lovely lunch of spaghetti and cuddled up on the couch to watch _One Fine Day_. Angel hated to admit it, but that actually wasn't a bad movie.

Angel insisted on taking Buffy out to dinner, and who was she to refuse? Ever since they had begun to live in and out of each other's apartments, they had kept some extra clothes in the closets, and Buffy happened to have a dress that Angel had yet to see her in.

At about six thirty or so Buffy came out of the bathroom wearing the 'new' dress. It was red with a low scoop back and had like sparkles grouped heavily together at the base (which was floor length) and grew less and less as they traveled up. It was spaghetti straps and had a semi-low cut front. Her hair was half up, half down and had little curled tendrils falling down. Angel's jaw must have dropped down to the ground.

"Wow," was all he said.

"Thank you, and you, oh, I am never gonna get used to you in a tux, never," she said as she looked him up and down.

Angel recovered from his shock, "Are you checking me out?"

"Maybe," Buffy said.

"Well, we do have reservations, so I suggest that we..." he trailed off as he saw the back of Buffy's dress when she spun around.

"You like?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well, I have to say that if you had worn that back in my day, they might have arrested you, but today, I thank the person who saw the error of the olden days. Too much clothes," he added at Buffy's questioning look.

"Okay, then it's off we go!"

The restaurant had French waiters and French menus and the French language. Which though Buffy knew French, she had taken it in high school, she couldn't talk as fast so Angel ordered for her. They talked about a lot over that dinner. Buffy's future college plans being one of the major topics.

"--So, I am thinking that perhaps college physc isn't something I should major in," she laughed.

"Maybe," Angel laughed with her.

They ate the food, every now and then mentioning how good it was. If this was a regular date, Buffy thought, these might be considered awkward gaps, but for us it's just pleasant silence. I like it.

At the end of dinner, Angel grabbed the bill, paid and the two of them left, driving home in Angel's black convertible. Buffy could feel her hair being messed up by the wind, but didn't care. she loved this car. It was nice and comfy and sure did look good. They arrived home once again and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning Buffy awoke to the sweet smell of pancakes and orange juice. She got out of bed, put on one of Angel's long shirts and walked into the kitchen. She was greeted by the sight of Angel cooking over his stove.

She walked over to him and put her hands over his eyes, "Guess who?"

"Uhhhh, that really hot girl that I had dinner with last night?" he guessed.

"Maybe, did you catch a name?"

"It was something like Buddy or Bunny or something like that."

"Oh. Buffy?" she suggested to him, her hands still over his eyes.

"Yeah, that was it!" he exclaimed.

"Good guess," she told him as she revealed herself.

"Well, I'm pretty good at guessing stuff."

"Oh."

"Want breakfast?" he asked her, putting some pancakes onto a plate.

"Mmmm. I'd love pancakes," she told him.

"Good, that's great, cause I have kind of a lot, so I guess your gonna hafta eat them ALL," he joked.

"No, you'll just have left overs for a long time."

They ate by feeding eat other pancakes and fruit from the bowl Angel had placed on the table. After breakfast they watched _The Matrix_. Angel was quoting some of the lines as they played and Buffy wondered how many times he had seen this movie, so she asked.

"A couple," he answered.

"A couple?"

"Uh huh."

"How much is a couple? Can I count that couple on my one hand?"

"Well, are we talking about my couple or your couple?" he asked, obviously getting off the subject.

"Mine."

"Okay well how much is your couple?"

"Three. Okay tell me, more or less than three?"

"More."

"How many Angel?"

"Six, maybe seven," he admitted.

"Oh, that's not as bad as I thought," she said.

"Oh?" he asked intrigued.

"Yeah," she stated.

"And how many times did you think I did see this movie?" he asked, indicating to the screen.

"A little more than what your couple would probably be."

"Ahhh," he said.

They sat together for about five minutes in silence. The previous conversation going through their heads. They laughed for about five minutes at everything that was just said.

"Wow, and these are two of tomorrow's youth," Angel said pointing to himself and Buffy.

"Got that right," she said as she cuddled deeper into Angel.

They fell asleep during the movie credits. Waking up a few hours later, both yawned and kissed each other. Buffy thought about how she hadn't showered and it was almost one o'clock.

"I'm going to take a shower," she announced.

Angel just sleepily nodded and drifted off. Buffy gave him a quick kiss to the forehead and turned around, headed toward the bathroom. When she got out Angel was walking around the apartment, stretching.

"Hey, just get up?" she asked, a towel wrapped around her head.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Wanna order pizza for lunch?" she asked.

"Whatever," he mumbled

"Afternoons are not really your time to shine are they?" she asked with a laugh.

"No," he admitted.

"Okay, well, I'll call the pizza place, if you want to take a shower?"

"Whatever," he said again.

"Okay," she laughed again.

Buffy picked up the phone, called some place that she had found in the phone book, and watched some TV. About ten minutes later a more woken up Angel joined her on the couch. The watched some TV station's weekend movie until the doorbell rang. Buffy got up to answer it, leaving Angel on the couch.

"That's twelve fifty," the pizza guy said as he handed over the pizza. "Wow," he said to himself when he saw Buffy. She was still wearing one of Angel's robes. "You live here alone?" he flirted with her.

"Uh, no, my boyfriend does, though. Angel, you got some money for a tip?" she shouted over to him.

"Yeah," he said as he walked over to her. He handed her some money he had saved in a jar net to the door, and gave the pizza boy a look that said 'stay away', and stood behind Buffy placing a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Well, enjoy your food," the boy said as he backed away.

They ate their pizza, discussing what they should do next. "Well, I think that we'll think of something," he said as kissed her. The kiss grew more passionate as time progressed.

Buffy and Angel finished off the night watching the third movie they had rented, _Ferris Bueller's Day Off_.

"I love this movie!" Buffy confessed as she popped the tape in the VCR.

"Never seen it before," Angel said as his love sat down.

"You'll like it, I know."

Throughout the movie Buffy would stop to tell him to "watch this one part" or "wait, this part is good". Angel loved every minute. While the credits where rolling he got up to stop the tape.

"Wait," Buffy stopped him. "There's a small thing at the end of the movie."

So Angel waited for the last little bit and then stopped and rewound the tape. He hated how Buffy had to leave to go back to Sunnydale soon. But, it was Sunday and she did have to be in town tomorrow morning. Before long he noticed her was staring at Buffy as she was packing.

"What?" she asked him.

"Oh, nothing."

"No, really, what?" she asked.

"Just looking at the woman I love. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, I guess not. Now are you going to drive me home, or will I have to hitch hike?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said as he followed her out the door.

They had reached Sunnydale and Buffy was taking her duffel out of the trunk. She was staying in an apartment she had rented with Willow.

"Gotta go. Love you," she said as she reached on tip toes to kiss his nose. He bent down a little to give her easy access.

"Love you too," he said as he kissed her back.

"So, I'll call you?" she asked.

"Yeah, bye," he said she headed up the stairs.

"Bye," she said.

And Angel left, thinking about his golden haired, hazel eyed love the whole drive back.

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