Part 3

*Day 3 (Wednesday)

Buffy stood in the middle of her closet, tossing clothes all over the room. Willow sat on the bed reading a magazine, she looked up and a shirt hit her in the face. Pulling the article off of her. "What are you doing?"

Buffy turned to her with a skirt in her hand. "Plotting against Angel." She turned back around, and kept searching through her closet. Buffy was going to make Angel pay, and what better way to do it, than to make him buckle under the pressure. But first, she needed the perfect outfit, something classy, but a little on the slutty side.

Willow sighed, and rolled her eyes, she knew that this bet had gone too far. "Buffy, don't you think this is going a little too far.?"

"No, Angel challenged me, and he's going down." She turned around with a see-through red halter, Angel's favorite color. "What do ya think?"

"It's OK. But Buffy, are you sure you wanna do this, I mean do you really think you're going to get Angel to break down, without you doing the same to yourself." Willow rationalized.

"I can handle it Will." She said quickly.

Willow raised an eyebrow, she was not convinced of her friends answer, but went along anyway. "OK, what's the plan?"

An evil smirk crossed Buffy's face. "I'm going to make Angel fall to his knees, begging and pleading."

"That's a little harsh."

"Yeah, but what goes around comes around." Buffy said, referring to the stunt Angel pulled yesterday. She couldn't wait to put her plan in motion, Buffy was counting the minutes before Angel came back from Giles' place. She began to relay her entire plan for Angel, Willow was a little shocked that Buffy would go that far, but she remembered that Angel was doing the samething, and couldn't help but blame them both.

Willow knew they were acting like little kids making pranks on each other, sooner or later it was gonna blow up in their faces.

After Buffy gave Willow the scenario, she began to change into her outfit. The red top, and a pair of stretch black pants. Buffy took her clip out of her hair, letting the blond strands fall to her shoulders with lots of volume, she had dabbed dark red lipstick on her lips, not a lot just enough to stain them; she stood in the full length mirror, she definitely looked like a woman to be taken quite seriously. Just the way Angel liked it.

She turned to Willow looking for her approval. "Well?"

"Perfect." Was her reply.

Buffy smiled, she dabbed a little perfume on her neck, and walked out of the room; with Willow in tow. They walked into the kitchen, Buffy and Willow began preparing a small lunch for her and Angel; the ladies worked quickly, because Angel would be back from Giles' place soon. The meal was prepared, and set at the dining room table, Buffy walked into the living room, and turned on her Fiona Apple CD, and made sure that "Criminal," and "Sleep to Dream," played over and over. Only because those were 2 of the many songs that got Angel in the mood, especially when Buffy sang "Criminal." Willow wished Buffy good luck, and left the flat; praying that those two would grow up.

**

Buffy was laying on the couch when Angel walked into the door, she put a sexy smile on her face. "Hey sweetie."

Angel looked at her, and his jaw dropped. Angel had to admit she looked stunning in that red top, since it was his favorite, but he knew it was part of her little scheme. Angel just went along for the ride, and hopefully make her pay for it. "Hi."

Angel walked toward the couch, and kneeled down so they were face to face. Trying to not let her scent send him into a trance, he planted his lips firmly on her, making sure the kiss would leave them both breathless, and it did; pulling away he got back up and walked away. "How was your day?" He asked, trying to calm his breathing down.

Sighing, and getting up from the couch. "Fine. I made you a special lunch." She said, her eyes gleaming.

"Buffy, it's 6:00, a little late for lunch."

Buffy shrugged her shoulder as innocently as possible.

"What's the special occasion?" He asked, taking off his leather jacket to expose the white wife-beater he was wearing underneath.

Buffy walked up to him, trying not to notice his buff shoulders and kissed his neck; making sure she hit a pressure point. "Just to let you know, how much I *kiss* adore, and love you; that's all."

Angel smirked, and held her by the waist, the feel of her lips sending a shock through his body. Clearing his throat. "That's sweet." He kissed her back, and let his hand linger for a moment, before walking toward the dining room. He knew of her plans, and was gonna play the game as long as possible, all he had to do was let her do what she wanted, and try no to get affected; then she'll only let herself get worked up, it was a great plan, but deep inside Angel wondered how he wasn't gonna get affected.

Buffy nearly shivered from the contact but shook it off, very quickly. She followed him, and went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Angel's favorite wine. Grabbing to glasses, she walked out the table, pouring each of them some wine, while "Criminal" played in the background.

"I've been a bad, bad girl..." Buffy sang, very sensually. Seeing how Angel was getting a little fidgety put a smile on her face.

Angel watched how her lips moved, and heard the words come out her mouth so sweetly, he was getting nervous. "So..what'd you make?"

"Pasta salad." She said, sitting down in her chair, and they began to eat. Buffy "mmmmm, and ahhh," everytime she put the fork in her mouth, it made Angel remember other times she made sounds like that.

Buffy saw a tint of red cover his cheeks, and a sense of triumph came over her. Score one for the slayer.

The couple finished their meal in silence, and decided to lay down and let their food digest. Buffy quickly turned off the stereo, and rushed back to the bedroom, where they were gonna watch t.v and lounge around. She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, and watched Angel, he had his back to her, and was taking his shirt off.

"Damn" she whispered, wanting to touch that chest, he looked so good.

Angel smirked, he knew Buffy was standing there, and he heard her. Angel began flexing his arms, making it look as if he was working out a muscle, that's when he heard a gasp.

Buffy's jaw dropped, her breathing began to pick up. She started to shake her head, as if to shake the thoughts out her mind, Buffy cleared her throat and walked toward the bed. Angel turned to her, and saw a blush cover her cheeks, he had just unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants; he let his pants hang open, giving Buffy a great view of the silk boxers he was wearing, and the six-pack that flexed when he breathed. Buffy's eyes widened and let out a breath.

"Are you OK?" Angel asked sensually, in the back of his mind he felt overcome with triumph, but a small part felt a little worked up.

Buffy cleared her throat, and tried to regain her composure. "Of course." She smiled and demurely began to untie the strings to her halter top and let them slide down her shoulders; she kept her eyes focused on him the whole time.

Angel couldn't tear his gaze from her. When the strings were untied, she pulled the top down, revealing a sheer red strapless bra. Buffy reached for the clasp in the back, then glanced at Angel. "Oh, sorry." And turned her back to him. She removed the bra and tossed it on the bed behind her. Angel groaned quietly, she had no mercy.

With her arms crossed, Buffy turned to grab her nightshirt off the bed; which was one of Angel's silk shirts. She buttoned the shirt half way, and it reached mid thigh.

To distract him, and try to get a little revenge, Angel began to pull his pants down. Revealing those toned thighs; Buffy was driving him crazy, he couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to throw her to the bed, and feel her; "No" he thought, just a couple of days.

Buffy's eyes widened, and watched how he bent over to take his pants off. She could feel a whine coming, but suppressed. She directed her eyes to the floor, she wanted him badly, to hell with this bet, Buffy wanted him to take her right then and there. But that would mean Spike was right, she thought. "No" Her mind said, Spike is and idiot, he's not right, just a couple more days. With her trembly hands, Buffy unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them down her legs; letting Angel get a great view of her legs, knowing how he loved her legs.

Angel wondered how much of this he could take, he felt a pressure in his stomach, an ache that needed to be fulfilled just by her touch, but if he touched her all hell would break loose. Angel raked a hand through his hair, and sat on the bed. "So...Um. What do you wanna watch?" Motioning to the t.v, he grabbed the remote, and turned on the t.v.

Buffy cleared her throat, and laid on the bed beside him. "Whatever you want." She said, fidgeting on the bed, trying to keep a good distance away from him.

"OK." He said.

"OK"

"Fine."

"Fine."

The t.v. played through out the room, while the couple tried to pay attention to the show, instead of each other.

Part 4

*Day 4* (Thursday)

Buffy and Willow were lounging around the loft, soaps. Willow was so wrapped up into the story to notice how jumpy Buffy was. Willow didn't know it, but Buffy really needed her as a distraction, all she could think of was Angel; and with him in the bedroom taking a nap, she felt insane. Her plan from the other day had only succeeded in making her more crazy, but at least she made Angel just as crazy as she was. The games they played went too far last night, and Buffy couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful it would have been if they had just indulged.

Buffy knew that Willow was getting sick and tired of he calling all the time to come over and hang with her, Buffy didn't know it, but Willow knew she was just using her as a distraction; and it was annoying. Willow didn't mind it, and didn't mind spending time with Buffy, but she thought this whole bet thing was ridiculous, Buffy should just go into the bedroom, wake Angel up, and just admit they were wrong and stop the bet. Willow knew that would never happen, their pride was too important to them.

Buffy's thoughts went from the t.v and to last night, the way Angel's hand had clutched her around the waist, so smooth and... Clutching her head. "Stop it!" Buffy commanded herself.

Willow turned to her. "Are you OK?"

Buffy smiled a fake smile. "Fine...I'm fine, I'm just getting a little carried away by this scene." She said motioning to the t.v.

"Buffy. It's a commercial." Willow said confusingly.

"Oh..I knew that." She said quickly, getting up from her seat, Buffy stormed into the kitchen.

From inside the kitchen Willow heard her call out, "Just getting a glass of water, be back in a minute!"

Willow got up and padded to the kitchen, to find out what was going on with her friend. She watched as Buffy downed another glass of water in an effort to regain calm.

"Buffy?"

Nearly dropping the glass. "Yeah." Buffy sat the glass down, and walked towards Willow.

Willow stopped her, and gave Buffy the 'resolve face.' "Buffy what's going on?"

Seeing the resolve face, Buffy pouted. "I want Angel." She whined.

Willow rolled her eyes. "Buffy..."

"I know, but all I can think of is last night, and I get trembly." Buffy's eyes got all dreamy as she talked about her love. Snapping out of it quickly. "Don't worry, I can keep the bet, but last night, it almost happened again; I went too far in the game and...no I have to concentrate on something else."

Willow nodded. "That's good, think of something else."

Buffy smiled and walked passed her, to go back into the living room; she could do this, she could keep her mind off Angel's intense eyes staring down at her. Shaking her head of these impure thoughts rushing at her, Buffy took a deep breath.

That breath turned into a gasp as Angel walked into the room.

**

Angel walked into the living room, rubbing the last remains of sleep from his eyes. He was so fidgety that he wanted to lay down and get some more sleep; take his mind off things, especially Buffy, but he couldn't fall back asleep, not with her face playing over and over in his dreams.

He heard her gasp and looked straight at her, he began to crack his knuckles, hoping it would distract him. Angel wanted her so bad, but he knew if he touched her, even just a brush; he would lose all control. It was the end of the line, all the games and stunts they pulled on each other just fuel their hormones to a point beyond control.

"Hey Will." He acknowledged her, and looked at Buffy. "Hi." He said, and walked into the kitchen.

Buffy looked at him with a longing, he looked so cute in his shorts, and T-shirt, and his fuzzy bed hair; she just wanted to run her fingers through.

Angel grabbed an apple of the table, he started to eat as fast as possible, all is hormones were raging everytime he saw her, it just made him hungry; he needed something to satisfy the hunger, even though it wasn't for food. When he finished the apple, he threw it away, and went back into the bedroom's bathroom; to take a shower, a nice cold shower.

Willow grabbed her shoes, and her bag. "Buffy, I gotta go."

Buffy's eyes widened. "No!! Don't please."

"Buffy I have to start on my term paper for English, and you finished yours already."

"Willow, I really need you right now, I can't stay here with him, alone." Buffy whined, and she was dead serious.

Willow didn't want to be mean, but this needed to be said. "Buffy, grow up!!"

Buffy's lower lip pouted.

"You two need to just concede this stupid bet, you have nothing to prove especially to Spike, so let it go." Willow walked to the front door. "I'll call you later." The door shut behind her.

Buffy turned from the door, to face the hallway where the bedroom was, where Angel was. She walked slowly in that direction, Buffy felt like she was stalking her way through her own home, she came into the bedroom, and nearly dropped to the floor at what she saw. Angel was standing their, only a towel wrapped around his waist, that slung on his hips; beads of water was dripping all down his back, his arms, his legs...Buffy had to grab the door frame just to keep her balance.

Angel felt good, that cold shower had worked perfectly. He didn't feel as worked up as before, but at least he wasn't hanging on by a thin thread of sanity. All thoughts of closing the bedroom door didn't even register, Angel began to unravel his towel from his waist...

"DON'T!!!"

Angel clutched the towel to him before it could drop, he turned to see Buffy with a hand over her eyes. "Buffy..I..I didn't know you were there."

"Sorry." She muttered, wanting so bad to pull her hand away, to see him. "I'll turn around so you can change." She faced the hallway and breathed, in and out, waiting for him say OK.

"I'm dressed." He called to her, and sat on the bed, finger combing his damp hair.

Buffy turned to him and he was wearing a black tank top, and black boxers. That's not what she would call dressed, but it was better than the nude. She walked over, and sat on her side of the bed, with her back to Angel. Buffy started feeling the intense electricity she always felt when he was near, and Angel felt the same thing. They were both trying to push down the ache in them both, but it was so hard, all they had to do was look at each other, and the line would be crossed. Angel cleared his throat. "Buffy, I'm not gonna play games anymore, I want you right now."

"Me too." She breathed. "But the bet...There's only 24 hours left."

"I know, wait we added on to it." Angel whined.

Sighing. "Spike doesn't know that." Not even thinking about what she just said, when did they start worrying about what Spike was telling them to or not to do. Obviously that didn't register.

"Yeah." He said, turning around to look at her. "So after midnight we could have sex." Angel's face lit up.

"Yeah." Buffy said brightly, both forgetting that after midnight on Friday would they be able to have sex.

Buffy and Angel smiled at each other, agreeing that soon this bet was going to be over. The two looked into each others eyes, happy about how things were, but they soon beginning to fall into the pools of their eyes. The lovers inched closer to one another, and before they knew it, Buffy and Angel grabbed each other, and kissed hungrily. Angel pulled Buffy into his chest, and laid her in a horizontal position, they were craving the same thing, and needed to be satisfied. Buffy started nipping at his neck, making sure she hit Angel's favorite pressure point. He moaned, letting her know he was enjoying this.

But a rational thought came to Angel. "No, we can't not yet." He said, nibbling her ear, and eventually he pulled his mouth away.

"I know." Buffy said, running her hands down his back, and still nibbling his neck. "We gotta stop." Buffy started pulling on his shirt.

Angel brought his body back down. "Yeah." He pulled the straps of her top down, and started licking at her shoulder.

Buffy moaned, he had hit a sensitive spot. "Yeah, we should stop, but it feels so right." She whispered.

Soon their clothes were just a memory, and so was the bet. All thoughts had left the confines of their minds, and an explosion of love and lust ignited.

Three hours later, Buffy and Angel were lounging around the bedroom, cuddling each other.

"You realize we lost the bet right?" Angel implied, stroking his hand Buffy's arm.

Buffy nodded. "Does that mean Spike was right, that we don't know each other as we thought we did?"

"I don't think so."

Buffy took a moment, and smiled. "OK." And cuddled closer to Angel. Maybe they didn't know each other as well as they thought, but maybe they did, they both knew that they weren't gonna survive; the challenge, and everything they didn't know about each other, they would learn in the years to come.

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