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 O N L Y T I M E S E R I E S B Y B R E P A R T S I X July 1999 “Can I go over to Willow’s after work?” Joyce looked at up to where her daughter was buttering a piece of toast and smiled. “Yeah. I guess that would be okay as long as you’re back in time for dinner this time.” Buffy smiled at her mother reassuringly, thinking back to the time she was referring to and blushing slightly as she remembered why she had been late. “I promise. You know how us girls get. Boy talk, nail polish, shopping...” “I know. I was that age once, remember?” Looking down at her watch, Joyce straightened, taking a sip of her coffee as she turned her gaze back to her daughter. “I’m gonna head out now. Are you sure you don’t need a ride? I still have time.” Buffy ginned patiently. “I’m sure. Willow’s new boyfriend is coming by to get me. And yes, he’s a licensed driver and I’m sure he has insurance for his van and all that hoopla.” Kissing her daughter on the forehead, Joyce smiled as she walked through the door. “Alright. Have a good day and I’ll see you later tonight. Not late for dinner.” Grinning, Buffy waved at her mother as she walked towards her jeep and climbed in. “Not late! Have a good day! Love you!” “Love you, too,” Joyce replied through the driver’s window before looking behind her to pull out. Buffy watched her from the doorway before looking over her shoulder to check the time. She still had a good fifteen minutes before she and Willow were supposed to be at the coffee shop and probably five before Oz and Willow were scheduled to come pick her up. No words could express how wonderful it was to finally know someone who had, not only a licence, but a car to go along with that shiny card. Jogging back into the kitchen, Buffy grabbed her bag from the counter along with her piece of toast. Moving back to the living room, Buffy dumped her belongings next to the door before turning and looking into the mirror that was next to the door. She looked good. She wore a dark brown skirt that fell above her knees, a tan sweater with the sleeves fashionably short. Her brand new brown leather jacket - an I’m- sorry-I-flaked-on-our-weekends-together-for-the-last-four-months gift from her father - was hanging across the armrest on the couch. The look was topped off with her hair pulled back in a light ponytail and minimal makeup. She felt good... she felt older... more sophisticated. Just like Angel. Angel. Just the thought of him sent tendrils of warmth rushing through her system. It was magical the things he could make her feel. Pure magic. Whenever she was in his arms, she couldn’t explain the rush she got. It was like standing under a warm waterfall that poured only the purest water on her welcoming body. Smiling at her reflection, Buffy couldn’t wait to see what his reaction would be. She was planning on seeing him after school, surprising him. They hadn’t seen each other for almost one week and Buffy missed him. First, though, she had to get Willow to cover for her for a couple of hours after school. She was sure she wouldn’t mind. She was her best friend, right? A loud, short honk sounded from the street and Buffy’s head jerked to the front door before turning around to grab her leather jacket. Slipping it on easily, Buffy picked up her bag and looked at herself once more. Yes... Angel would definitely flip. Unable to keep the grin from her lips, Buffy grabbed her food and headed out to the van that would have looked stupid had anyone else been driving it. But Oz... well, he had this air of cool that made anything he touched seem peachy. Buffy waved at Willow as she turned around to lock the door before walking slowly so as not to fall in the tall heeled boots she wore. She saw the delighted look on Willow’s face from where she sat in the front seat at her outfit. Buffy couldn’t help but return her smile. “What’s the occasion?” Willow asked happily, the glow in Buffy’s face unmistakable. The blonde was happy. Very happy and it only made her impeccable outfit look all the better. The secret grin Buffy shot her friend as she opened the door to the back was no secret to Willow. “No reason,” Buffy said mysteriously. She missed the sight of Willow’s grin dimming as she got what she was saying. It disappeared entirely at Buffy’s next words. “You wouldn’t mind me staying after work with you, would you?” Buffy asked, still standing outside the van, staring at Willow, her eyebrows raised as she tried to communicate what she was saying. “You know, for some girl time...?” Willow opened her mouth to object before realizing her boyfriend was sitting next to her, fiddling with the radio and trying not to listen in on what they were saying. A worried look flitted across her face before she plastered on a smile. “Yeah. Sure. Girl time. It’ll be fun.” The grin that decorated Buffy’s face made Willow’s heart shrink a little as the blonde climbed into the back, finding the bench seat against the wall as she greeted Oz.
“Can I use your phone?” Willow looked up at her friend and nodded and Buffy giggled before darting into the redhead’s room and picking up her phone excitedly. Willow watched her from the doorway as she dialed a phone number long ago memorized before she turned around and sighed. She remembered when Buffy first saw Angel and first talked to Angel and first told her when they had first had sex. Willow’s excitement for her friend had slowly dimmed over time as she began to realize what exactly she had pushed her friend into. Buffy was having sex with a man fourteen years older than her... she was in an actual relationship with the guy and he was obviously not doing anything about it except encouraging it. But then what could Willow do? She knew Buffy wouldn’t listen and she knew she would never forgive herself if she went to someone because they would surely report Angel to the police and then Buffy would never forgive her. And Willow didn’t know what she would do without her best friend. They knew everything about each other and it was up to Willow to keep her friend’s secret. Going downstairs, Willow opened the fridge as she frowned. But she knew that what Buffy was doing was wrong. She wanted to protect the blonde and make sure she didn’t do something stupid. But isn’t that what she was doing? Something stupid? And Willow had pushed her into it. Had encouraged her to go talk to the older man. God, Willow felt like slapping herself. Willow looked up as Buffy came bounding into the room...
“Hello?” Buffy smiled at the deep voice that greeted her. “Hi,” she said shyly. “It’s Buffy.” Angel smirked into the phone. He knew who it was. The little blonde had taken up a habit of constantly being over at her friend Willow’s house whenever she called him so he had recognized the ‘Rosenberg’ number on his cell phone’s caller id immediately. “Hey. How are you?” Angel asked politely, looking up at the tall brunette sitting across from him, winking at her. The woman smiled before biting her lower lip and batting her eyelashes at him. “Oh, I’m good. Everything’s good. You?” Buffy asked, playing with the cord of the phone as she talked, staring at Willow’s alarm clock as she spoke. She could feel her heartbeat going a hundred miles per hour as he spoke. “Good. You know... the usual,” Angel said in a smooth voice as he felt the brunette’s foot against his calf. Alison rubbed her foot against his calf. “Good. That’s good... I guess. If the usual is good, that is.” Closing her eyes as she babbled, Buffy stopped and bit her tongue quickly before talking. Why was she always tongue-tied whenever she talked to him, but when she got into his bed, everything was fine? “Are you busy right now?” “No... not really,” Angel replied, staring at the woman before him as her foot ventured higher. His voice remained calm, though. “Why?” “Well, I was wondering if I could... you know, come over?” Buffy asked. “That is if you’re not busy, because-“ “I’m not,” Angel said gently and listened to her sigh on the other end. “When?” “Well, I could come over right now...” “How about a half hour? Give me time to get ready,” Angel said and almost smiled as she girl gave him an unreadable look before her foot fell away. “Does that sound good?” Buffy nodded. “Sounds great. Your place?” “Yeah.” “Okay... see you there.” “Bye.” Clicking off his phone, Angel snapped it shut and slipped it into his pocket before turning back to the leggy brunette. He smiled softly. “I have to go.” “Oh. Where?” the woman asked, her words clipped as she took a sip from her glass of wine. “Business. Work.” Standing, Angel grabbed his wallet and threw a hundred on the table before smiling at the woman. “I’ll call you.” Angel didn’t feel her eyes as he closed his wallet and stuffed it back into his pocket. As he turned, grabbing his leather jacket from where it hung across the back of his vacant chair and slipping it on, she raised her eyebrows. “Do you want my phone number?” Angel looked back at her absently and smiled instantly, putting the charm on. “Sure.” Waiting patiently, he watched as she reached for her small purse and grabbed a pen from it, writing down two phone numbers on the back of a little white card before handing it to him. She smiled. “Call me... anytime.” Angel gave her a little wave before leaving the restaurant. As a teenaged boy ran off to get his car, Angel didn’t bother looking down at the card as he threw it into the nearby trash can, landing neatly on the front page of a discarded magazine.
“I’m going to meet him in a half hour,” Buffy said excitedly as she grinned at Willow. “Do I look okay? I don’t look tired or anything do I?” Willow shook her head, a pathetic excuse of a smile crossing her face. “You look great.” “Do you think he’ll like what I’m wearing?” Buffy asked, turning to look into the small mirror that hung above the stove. “He’ll like it,” Willow responded as she turned back towards the fridge. “He’ll really like it.” “Good. That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Nodding her head, Willow watched as Buffy bounced from the room and headed for the full length mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. “Maybe too much,” Willow muttered to herself.
Buffy stopped a few feet from Angel’s door and ran her hands down her shirt and skirt. Sighing, Buffy rubbed her hands against her hair and did a quick breath check. Taking a deep breath, Buffy took the last few steps to her destination and raised her hand to knock. A few seconds later, she watched as the door opened only to reveal a fully dressed Angel, a welcoming grin on his face as he opened the door wider. “Hey, baby,” he purred and Buffy couldn’t help but return his smile. “Hey. Were you... going somewhere?” Buffy asked as she watched him close the door. Turning to face him, Buffy couldn’t help but mentally drool at the sight of his tight slacks and neatly buttoned black silk shirt. He was the absolute epitome of hotness. Angel shook his head. “No.” Stepping forward, Angel placed his hands on her hips, slipping them underneath her jacket as her pulled her against him, his head bending down to take her lips. Buffy met him half way, still having to push up on her toes to reach him quicker. Moaning, Buffy opened her mouth immediately, welcoming his tongue with her own as his arms slipped all the way around her waist under her leather, pulling her closer. Standing as tall as she could, Buffy sighed into the kiss as Angel picked her up, pulling her closer to his lips. The next she felt was her butt being pushed into the back of his large couch as his hands began to roam over her body, his fingertips light as they pushed underneath her sweater to touch her heated skin. Breaking the kiss, Buffy sighed softly, intermixing with a moan as Angel continued his course down her neck, kissing along her jaw line before reaching her pulse point. Biting down lightly, he felt Buffy arch her neck into his mouth as she leaned into his touch. With her soft skin warm beneath his fingers, Angel spanned his hand against her lower back , pulling her closer still as Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into the crook where his shoulder and neck met. He felt her hot breath against his ear as she placed wet kisses across his skin. Using his other hand, Angel gripped her knee, lifting it high as he held it against his hip. Taking his cue, Buffy lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his lightly. Angel could feel her smile when he pressed his erection into her warm center. The heady sensation of having his hard member pressing against his soft slacks and rubbing against her caused Buffy to whimper in anticipation. “Angel, please...” she whispered huskily. “Can we...” “Shhh... patience, sweetheart,” Angel whispered back, his hand snaking up her back to reach the clasp of her bra. Pushing against him insistently, Buffy whimpered for him again only to be silenced as he released her bra. With his eyes closed, Angel pushed the material away as he moved to cup her breast. Squeezing it gently, Buffy lolled her head back, her mouth opening in a soft cry. Running his thumb over her erect nipple, Angel rejoiced in the sound of her breathy cries as she continued to thrust her hips forward ever so slightly, but hitting the right spots. “Angel... I need... I need you to...” “Shhh,” Angel said once more, pulling back and wrapping his arms around her. Lifting her gently, Angel felt her wrap her legs around his waist and her mouth find the sensitive shell of his ear as he carried her to his bedroom. Kicking open the door, Angel moved to deposit her on his unmade bed, ignoring the fact that he had just had a different woman there not a mere day before. Right now, that didn’t matter, because Buffy was here. And she was proving to be a much better lay than any he had before. All it took was a little tuning... “Scoot up, baby,” Angel whispered to Buffy and she whined softly, her eyes closed as she pushed against her hands and moved up the bed. Leaning over her, Angel smirked as he placed a soft kiss to her lips before moving to the edge of the bed where he unzipped his pants quickly, pushing them down and out of the way along with his boxers. Pulling his hard cock free, Angel used his other hand to find the condom he had placed in his pocket before Buffy’s arrival. Tearing the package open, Angel expertly rolled it on as he stroked his hardness gently. Her legs were spread slightly, her dark skirt riding up, and he could see the dampness in her white panties. Her chest was moving with her deep breaths and Angel smiled as she ran her hands up her body. Leaning over and resting on his elbow, Angel pressed a light kiss to her inner calf and watched her stiffen and ball some of the sheets in her fists as she spread her legs further. Buffy felt him kissing a trail up her inner leg and couldn’t it help when she jerked as he touched the top of her inner thigh, the closest to where she needed him the most at that moment. The anticipation of him touching her there was immense and she felt her body tighten a little more as he inched closer. Inhaling deeply, Angel nuzzled against her underwear and Buffy whimpered loudly, her hand flying to his head. Pushing her hand away gently, Angel pulled back a bit. Buffy felt his fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down gently. Automatically lifting her hips, Buffy helped him as he pulled them down and laid them down on the bed next to him. Smiling at the view, Angel placed his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide. She was glistening in the little sun that was filtering through his partially closed blinds. Climbing up between her legs, Angel watched as Buffy immediately opened her arms to accept him. Pulling his head down for a kiss, Buffy pushed her tongue into his mouth, bringing her legs up to hold him gently in the natural cradle her hips created. Breaking the kiss, Buffy gasped as the head of his heavy cock pushed against her wet lips, probing her gently. “Oh, god...” Buffy groaned. “Yes... please.” Angel didn’t wait another minute, thrusting into her and Buffy arched her back, her mouth open in a silent cry as Angel pulled back and thrust back home. Locking her ankles behind him, Buffy lifted her hips to meet him as he began a deep rhythm that had Buffy chanting for him to not stop. With his eyes shut tightly, Angel concentrated on the feeling of her hot tightness clenching around him in such a delicious way for several minutes as her strong walls stroked him so wonderfully. “Buffy,” Angel groaned, followed by a deep moan as Buffy pushed her hips harder. Rushing together, Buffy and Angel pushed each other to the edge as Buffy screamed her release followed by Angel’s deep cry of pleasure followed by her name as he collapsed onto her. Breathing deeply, Buffy closed her eyes, cradling Angel’s head and wiping away the sweat on her brow as she felt her body surrendering to the ever-present desire to sleep. The sensation of Angel beginning to move away from her caused Buffy to open her eyes and sit up with him. With a kiss on her forehead, Angel removed the condom and stood to go to the bathroom to discard it. Pushing her shirt down, Buffy pushed her hands underneath the sweater to fix her bra. Clasping it back together, Buffy breathed in deeply and closed her eyes for a moment before standing on shaky legs. Pushing her skirt back down to its original length, Buffy pulled her hair free as Angel exited from the bathroom and came back into his bedroom. Smiling at him, Buffy quickly re-tied her hair before straightening her jacket and sweater. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Angel kissed her deeply. “Talk to you later?” Buffy asked after pulling away, looking up at him. “Yeah. Give me a call, okay?” Buffy nodded and pressed her lips to his once more before moving out of the bedroom and out of the apartment, her bag in tow. Angel stood next to his bed for several moments, staring after the little blonde whom had just left. Sighing softly, Angel moved to straighten the bed a bit before noticing her panties. Smiling at the thought that she had left without them, Angel grabbed them and stuffed them into his pocket before shaking the comforter and throwing it over the bed.
Opening the door gently, Buffy poked her head in, looking around. She had no idea what time it was and was relieved when her mother appeared from the dining room, a delighted smile on her face. “Just in time,” she announced and Buffy smiled in return. “Great! See, I told you I was responsible.” Rolling her eyes with a smile on her face, Joyce stepped forward and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. Then she frowned. “Buffy? Are you okay? You looked flushed...” Pressing her hand against Buffy’s forehead, she furrowed her brows in concern. Buffy felt her heart stop as she waited for the next words. Did she know? “You aren’t getting sick, are you?” Breathing in deeply and slowly, Buffy allowed herself to grin, covering her relief with a roll of her own eyes. “I’m not sick, mom. I’m fine. I just walked over here fast. That’s all.” “Are you sure?” Joyce asked, not convinced. “You seem a little warm...” “Nope. Just fine. Tip top shape. Everything’s dandy in Buffy land.” Realizing that she was standing before her mother without her panties on, Buffy attempted to fight the blush that wanted to take over her face. “I’m going to go change. I’ll be right back.” Buffy could feel Joyce’s stare on her back all the way up the stairs.
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