Disclaimer: I own Nothing. B/A and Gang, belongs to Joss Whedon and CO.
Author's note: Amber you are the greatest. Thanks for the help with my writer's block, if it wasn't for you this story wouldn't be possible. =)
Summary: Spike challenges the lovers...can they survive or submit.

The Scooby gang including Spike, all walked into Buffy and Angel's flat still laughing hysterically. They had all decided to go see the marathon of "Austin Powers," and they couldn't get enough of it.

Dropping her purse on the couch, Buffy sat down in effort to calm herself down. "I love Mike Myers."

"He Rocks!!" Xander imputed, holding Anya by the waist.

Spike rolled his eyes, and plumped down on the couch. "He sucks." The vampire said, pulling out a cigarette.

"Do not smoke in my house." Buffy and Angel replied in union.

"Fine." Spike muttered and put it back in his pocket.

Angel leaned over and whispered something in Buffy's ear, causing her to giggle.

Anya noticed this. "I think all that talk of mojo has gotten them horny Xander." She announced.

Everyone turned to her in surprise, especially Xander. "Anya that's not something you wanna tell everyone."

"Why?"

Before Xander could answer Spike intervened. "Because no one wants to know that all their relationship is about is sex, sex, and bloody more sex; well we already know anyway..."

Buffy got defensive. "Hey, that's not true, are relationship is about a lot of things; love, trust, and..."

"Oh please. Sex is the only thing on your minds. You two probably don't even know each other as well as you thought you did; now that the frustration has left you both."

Angel was about to speak, but closed his mouth; Spike was just trying to get a rise out of them, the problem was it was working.

"We know a lot about each other...and this relationship is not based on sex." Angel declared.

Spike smirked. "Prove it...could you two go without sex for one week?"

Angel slammed his mouth shut, and Buffy jumped in. "Of course we could..." She said, not really registering what he was saying, but not backing down from a challenge.

"All right." Looking at his watch. "Starting at midnight then, no sex for a week." Spike said, this would be fun, he thought.

Buffy and Angel glanced at each other, both were thinking what have they gotten themselves into. Reluctantly they both nodded, Xander and the rest of the gang just looked on, thinking that this might be interesting to watch.

Angel lifted his head, trying to look as if this wasn't going to be tough. "OK, the challenge starts at midnight...what time is it now?"

Spike glanced at his watch. "11:45pm."

Buffy and Angel looked at each other quickly, and shot up out there seats. "YOU GOTTA GO!!!" They said in union, Angel quickly showed their very confused friends out the door, while taking his jacket off. Buffy kicked off her shoes, and when the door shut, she grabbed Angel and they raced to the bedroom.

*Day 1(monday)

Buffy awoke slowly, she sat up clutching the sheet to her chest. She noticed immediately that Angel wasn't there, glancing at the clock, it was 5 minutes to noon. Rolling her eyes at the realization that she'd over slept, Buffy got out of bed, tugging an old shirt of Angel's over her head; she made her way into the kitchen.

She came down the hallway, and saw Angel sitting in the dining room. "Hey." She said, walking towards him, and placing a kiss on his lips.

Angel returned the kiss, and pulled a chair out for her to sit. Still holding her hand while she sat. "I left some breakfast for you."

"Thanks." She said. "I'm gonna take a shower before I eat."

Angel nodded and let go of her hand, he turned and watched her hips sway in his shirt; that reached mid thigh. A smile crept on his face, 'maybe she needs help washing her back.' He thought. Angel began to get up, until he remembered Spike's words, "No sex for 1 week." Angel groaned and sat back down, pouting. Angel was wishing he had not agreed to this stupid bet, but he was a man of his word and could hold out for a few days; sex wasn't that big of a deal, he'd gone years without sex, this bet was no problem or so he told himself.

Buffy showered quickly, and dressed. she walked back into spacious kitchen and popped the plate of leftover breakfast into the microwave. She walked back toward the dining room, to sit with Angel while she waited for her food, she noticed Angel was in deep brooding mode. She couldn't help but notice how cute he looked, his eyes, an intense dark pool, that lower lip pouting... 'stop it, remember the bet.' She thought.

Breathing deeply, and fidgeting her hands. "What's wrong?" She said, sitting next to him, in the same chair.

Angel scooted so she could fit, and put his arm around her. "Nothing, I'm just thinking."

"Well, it must be something if you're in brood mode." Buffy joked.

"It's nothing." He said, kissing her on the lips, before he could deepen the kiss, the microwave dinged; letting Buffy know her food was ready.

"Sorry honey." Buffy said, getting up from the chair to retrieve her food.

Angel began to pout again.

**

Later on that day, Buffy had decided to catch up on her studying. She was laid out on the couch with a book in hand, learning the analysis of human urges; she had an exam coming up and needed to know this stuff, she also need something to distract her. Angel was sitting comfortably in front of the fireplace, reading a book in Latin. Reading was always an escape for him, where he could wrap himself into the story, and forget about everything else; for just a moment.

Buffy kept staring at Angel, she felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched him intensely run his eyes over the text of the old book, as if devouring the words; the way his eyes devoured her. Buffy shook her head, to clear out the thoughts.

He heard a movement, and saw Buffy place the book she'd been studying onto the table sitting beside the sofa. Angel watched as she stretched out and moved her upper body, trying to work out a muscle.

He placed his book down, and slowly walked over to Buffy and sat behind her. Brushing her hands away, Angel replaced them with his own, he moved his hands to her shoulders, using his thumbs to work the tension from her muscles. He slowly moved his hands up and down her back, moving from the outside towards the center. When he'd moved all the way to the middle of her back he began rubbing his thumbs down her spine.

Buffy slumped over more, allowing him to have more access to the back of her body. "That feels wonderful." She whispered, closing her eyes at the feel of his hands.

Angel smiled, happy he could make her so comfy. "You're tense."

Buffy nodded, words couldn't come out at the time, she was enjoying this too much. She leaned back into his chest, so he could have better access to her shoulders, she moaned as his hands plunged deeper; while he massaged, the straps to her top fell from her shoulders.

Both forgetting about the bet, that bound them away from each other.

Angel leaned against the arm of the couch, letting her settle on his body. He began to move his hands down her abdomen, when she gasped; he moved his mouth to her upper neck, nipping and kissing. Buffy turned her head to give him more room, she started to move her hands down his thighs. Her eyes widened suddenly... "Stop." She said sitting up quickly, leaving Angel confused. She sighed, while she fixed her top, she had forgotten all about the bet, and now she was all worked up.

As she began to get up from the couch; Angel took her hand. "Why'd you stop?"

Breathing another sigh. "The bet Angel, remember."

Angel plopped down on the couch, 'not again' he thought.

"We took the challenge and now we have to go through with it." Buffy said, trying to convince herself, more than Angel.

"I know, but I want you, right now." Angel whined

Buffy could only nod. She knew they were both worked up, but didn't let hers show. "Angel you can handle 5 more days, it's not a big deal."

"Yeah, right." He said chuckling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said putting her hands on her hips.

"Well, you seem to be just as forgetful about this bet."

"What?" Buffy said in disbelief.

Smirking. "Since this morning you've been hugging and kissing all over me, getting the both of us worked up, so could it be you and not I.

Realizing what he meant. "Angel you think that I can't hold off for 5 more days?"

"No, you can't, like I said you're the one getting things flowing."

Her mouth shaped like an 'o.' "I can hold off longer than you." She was lying through her teeth, Buffy knew she could hold off, but everytime he touched her she'd lose all sense of reality, and she almost lost control a while ago. But not letting Angel win. "You'd probably go insane from wanting me so much."

Laughing. "Yeah, and you'd tear your own hair out, just to touch me." Angel was wondering if he was speaking about Buffy, or himself.

"Whatever."

"OK, prove it. I propose we go another 1 week."

"Fine." Buffy said, looking at him like it was nothing, when her brain was screaming at her.

"Fine." Angel nodded, wondering what had he gotten himself into.

Part 2

*Day 2 (Tuesday)

Buffy wandered around the bedroom looking for one of her silver chains, she had misplaced and needed to find it. She searched the bed, the floor, and the bathroom; and could not find it. Until she remembered that it was in her nightstand, exhaling deeply Buffy walked to the nightstand, and pulled out the drawer. She saw the chain sitting their, right next to the handcuffs Xander gave her and Angel as a housewarming gift. Lusty thoughts filled Buffy's mind as she replayed the night she and Angel tested them out. She picked them up and began twirling them on her finger, remembering how Angel twirled them around his finger that night, he had been standing in the doorway with his shirt open; exposing the bare chest she loved to...

Buffy jerked her head, and threw the cuffs back into the drawer, she slammed the it shut; mad at herself for thinking such things. Taking a deep breath, she got up and went into the living room, she moved some furniture, and pulled out a punching bag from the closet. After hooking it up to a hook in the ceiling, Buffy began letting her frustrations out on the poor defenseless bag.

**

*PUNCH, JAB, KICK. * Angel executed. He came to the gym to work off a little tension, now 1 hour later, he was still going at it. He knew he could have gone home to work out, but that meant going home to Buffy. Angel punched harder as he remembered his words from the night before, he had been lying through his teeth. Yes, he could hold out on sex, it's not a hard thing, but when the temptation is standing in front of you 24-7, and there's no life threatening consequences; it's very frustrating, and in way it was funny. He was celibate for 100 years and some months, yet now he couldn't seem to go a couple of days without sex, he took a quick glance at the clock and saw that the gym would be closing soon; that meant going home, to Buffy. Angel sighed. It was going to be a long day and night.

He arrived home just 20 minutes later, Angel took awhile outside the door in order to prepare himself. Breathing deeply, he opened the door to a sight that took his breath away. Buffy was still working out, and Angel couldn't help but stare as her graceful body executed well targeted moves. The way little strands of hair would stick to her forehead, the way she moved in that tight sports bra...

Angel slapped his hand to his forehead, the naughty thoughts were back again.

Buffy heard a noise and turned her attention to the source of the noise, she saw Angel standing there, and her heart jumped a beat. Calmly she brushed her hair back, and looked at him as if his presence meant nothing. "Hey." She began undoing the tape wrapped around her hands, and walked toward the couch.

Angel smiled and walked in the door. "Hey. How was your day?" He asked, trying to play it cool.

"Fine, just been working out, nothing else better to do."

It was pretty obvious that the both of them were trying to avoiding eye contact. Angel made little glances at her here or there, and Buffy was desperately trying to concentrate on the wall behind him. By accident they did end up making eye contact, and the silence set in; Angel watched how the sweat gleamed on her skin, making her body glow, she was still panting from the workout and her chest was heaving up and down in the tight, white sports bra. Buffy stared into the dark pools of his eyes, and became entrapped.

"Well, I'm gonna go hop in the shower." She said, walking quickly to the bedroom.

Angel nodded, "Yeah, just save some hot water." A beat later he followed her. When he came into the room, she had already slammed the door shut. Angel went and sat on the bed, he pulled his shirt off, and leaned his head onto one of the posts of the bed. He was waiting so that he could take his shower, unconsciously Angel got up and began pacing, he was deep in thought, he couldn't believe himself. He was acting like a hormonal teenager, and it made him feel like a loser, he couldn't believe she was making him act like this. He could hold on for a few more days. "It's just sex." He said to himself over and over. Angel heard the shower shut off, and he calmly sat down.

Buffy walked out of the steam filled bathroom, wrapped in a short robe, and her wet hair surrounding her face. She had been a little reluctant about coming out, she knew Angel was in the bedroom, and seeing him near the bed, would drive her insane. Buffy rolled her eyes, and slapped her hand across her forehead, she couldn't believe how she was acting, she had gone months without Angel, and now seeing him on a bed unnerved her. Buffy felt pathetic, she told herself to play it cool, "It's just sex." She tightened her sash on the robe, and walked out. She hadn't even made it passed the doorway, when she saw Angel sitting on the bed, shirtless, his muscles flexing. Buffy watched him with longing, she saw him get up and walk toward her, her breathing became erratic.

Angel stood in front of her, he saw how she was panting hard, and figured he'd try to unnerve her, since the sight of her in that short robe, dripping water falling over her made him want to rub each drop off her. He walked up to her, his 6 foot frame looming over her, eyes focused; their bodies inches from touching. "Did you leave any hot water?" He said calmly.

Buffy sighed, and slowly nodded "yes."

Angel cleared his throat. "Good." He said, and walked passed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Buffy turned to the door in disbelief, she knew he did that on purpose. Even though it worked, that was evil of him. The shower turned on, and she knew Angel was out of earshot. An evil smirk, came upon her face. "You wanna play games Angel, then will play, and I'll make you crack from the pressure."

Unbeknownst to Buffy, Angel hadn't stepped in the shower yet, and heard every word she said. He crossed his arms, and sighed. "We'll see who cracks first."

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