Title: Come To Play
Author: Starla
Email: starla@buffymail.com
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Joss Whedon, except Gorlock, Alana, Adrian Townsend, and anyone else you don't recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
Author's Notes: It *will* be B/A I promise. I realise this part is a little depressing. Sorry. Season 4 did happen, Fish Boy did date Buffy, Angel went to LA, etc.
Spoilers: I dunno. Anything is possible, be warned.
Summary: 150 years after the Scooby Gang die, they return to Earth to help out the current Slayer and her Slayerettes.
Part 11
Angel slowly opened his eyes, realizing that he was being watched.
< Buffy.... >
He turned around, and sure enough, there she was, smiling sadly at him. They stood there a moment, not speaking, but somehow communicating on a different level.
Angel reached out a hand, smoothing her blonde hair away from her face. She moaned at his touch, the icy chill of his hand contrasting nicely with her own warm skin.
"I think it's just sinking in that you're actually here." He murmured, and she opened her eyes.
Unconsciously, they were moving closer and closer to each other, until there was a gap of but a few centimeters between them.
"We're doing it again." Buffy whispered, blinking her green eyes at him.
Angel stared back at her, swallowing. He could smell her in the air. Her scent hadn't changed over time. It was still exactly the same as it was when he first saw her, a comforting blend of sugar and spice, laced with the aroma of her blood; Strong, warm and sensual. He could feel her hot breath on his cold face, and he slipped his arms around her waist, leaning his face close to hers.
"I'm really supposed to care, I know..." He replied softly before capturing her lips in a heated kiss, running his hands up her back, caressing her neck, luxuriating in the feel of her flesh....
Buffy smiled against Angel's mouth, biting down softly on his lower lips, nibbling at the sweet flesh. She twined her arms around his neck, and felt his strong hands supporting her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He spun them around, pushing her against the wall, moving his mouth down her neck, taking tiny nips at the skin, licking the vein that pulsed behind her ear.
Buffy sighed in pleasure, digging her fingers into his back.
Suddenly, she couldn't remember why they hadn't done this before.
The rest of the group sat in the great hall, lounging around together, flicking through magazines or going over new spells.
They all looked up quickly when a loud BANG sounded from the other room.
They stared at the wall for a moment.
"Finally." They muttered in unison.
Cordelia held a hand out. "Pay Up."
Buffy joined them 45 minutes later, straightening her shirt and blushing. She sat down, pretending not to notice the amused stares directed at her.
Finally, she growled, and looked up petulantly. "What?"
"Have Fun?" Cordy asked, counting her money with an enormous smile on her face.
"Why, Miss Chase, I have no idea what you're talking about." Buffy said innocently.
Doyle raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh." He leaned in close to her. "Your hickey is showing."
She tugged at her collar. "Better?"
He gave a small nod, and she leaned against him, resting her head on her friend's shoulder, murmuring to herself.
"We just crossed the line." A slow, wicked grin settled onto her face. "But it was worth it."
When Angel joined the group, Buffy was fast asleep on Doyle's shoulder. He did his best not to let his gaze linger on her, sitting down next to Willow and picking up a magick book from her pile.
He flicked the page open, scanning the words but not comprehending them.
He could still feel Buffy's touch on his skin, the ghost of her kisses lingering on his neck. He growled quietly to himself, blinking, attempting once again to focus on the binding spell in front of him.
"Dead Boy got lucky, Dead Boy got lucky...." Xander chanted quietly, not looking up from his stake sharpening.
Angel groaned and buried his head in his hands. "You all know?"
"We heard." Cordelia told him, smiling mischievously. "You guys really like to break stuff, huh?"
Willow patted Angel on the back. "Your secrets safe with us."
"What secret???" Alana asked, appearing in the doorway.
All fell silent, except Xander, who grinned casually. "Angel shot JFK."
Angel stared at him for a moment. "I don't think Alana knows who JFK is, Xander."
"So she won't care that you shot him then, will she?" Xander teased.
Angel rolled his eyes, but Alana stared at them all in confusion.
"Who the hell is JFK?"
Buffy blinked her eyes open groggily, raising her head to smile at Doyle.
He glanced down at her. "Evenin, Sleepy." He drawled, his Irish accent lilting and comforting to her tired ears.
"I hope I didn't drool on you." She murmured.
He studied his sleeve. "Nope. Drool free."
She nodded, turning to gaze at the mismatched group of people around her.
Cordelia, Kressa, and Anya were discussing the fashion in a modern issue of Cosmo, Cordelia picking out the faults in certain outfits, and Kressa agreeing wholeheartedly.
Lee, Willow, Wesley, Adrian and Giles were poring through magick books, taking notes on spells that they could use against Faith.
Oz was explaining to Ross the intricacies of a complicated guitar riff, and Spike was half heartedly listening to that.
Kelly and Xander were discussing Comics over a bowl of M&Ms, occasionally offering the bowl around.
But it wasn't any of them that caught her attention.
It was Angel and Alana, sitting on the sofa together.
They were going through a crusty old book, and Alana was smiling, her hand resting on Angel's leg.
Doyle followed her gaze, noting the mix of jealousy and shame that flickered in her eyes, before settling on an emotion.
Hurt.
She was in serious pain, and he watched as her whole body tensed up. She stood slowly.
"Excuse me." She said briskly, looking away from his grey eyes. "I need to go kill something."
"Now, Buffy..." He murmured, but she was already out of the room, moving at lightning speed.
Angel raised his head, for the first time noticing that Buffy had woken.
His eyes rested on the door for a moment, and then at Alana, sitting so close to him.
He swallowed guiltily.
What had he gotten himself into?
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