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Just Old Friends ((RP locked to _wiccabuffy_))

Feb 09, 2007 23:16

Never had Angel been so frustrated that he couldn't look at himself in a mirror. It wasn't as if there was anything even remotely implied in the "date" he was having with Buffy that it would be anything but a couple of old acquaintances getting together to do some talking and shopping. Buffy would be getting a little long-overdue pampering, ( Read more... )

buffy, rp

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fakingitsomehow February 13 2007, 21:07:59 UTC

Buffy opened up the door just as Angel was fixing his hair. She did her best to cover a smirk, but failed completely. "You look fine. Come on in," she gestured to her teeny motel room.

"Um... that thing about me moving to your couch? When can that happen?" Not that she wasn't grateful; she was. She just really wanted to get out of there before the cockroaches started winning the battle against her.

Shrugging into her jacket and slipping her boots on, Buffy grabbed her purse and looked at Angel, really looked at him, for the first time in awhile. They'd said some stuff that was pretty deep for them, but she wasn't sure exactly what it all meant just yet. But, she offered him a hug, since it was the least she could do.

It felt nice to be hugged...

"Was the last time that I was in a mall with you when you were trying to have The Judge destroy everything?" And she was off and running with the awkward scale. She shut her eyes, shook her head, and pulled away from him. "Sorry. I mean... it wasn't you, I was just talking and... can we go

undead_handsome February 15 2007, 17:56:36 UTC

Angel smiled sheepishly and stepped into the motel room. He had to struggle mightily not to cringe. It made the Sunnydale Hotel look like the Four Seasons. Shrugging, he gestured to the still-open door. "Just grab your stuff and throw it in the back of the car. We'll just head straight back there afterwards ( ... )

fakingitsomehow February 17 2007, 07:30:11 UTC

Buffy grabbed all of her stuff that had stayed pretty much packed since the flight over from Rome and walked out, tossing it all into Angel's car just like he'd said. She looked at the key to the motel room and laughed. "I'll check out tomorrow."

She was thankful that Angel had chosen to ignore her awkward-moment-of-the-year, and really was thankful once they were on the road. Of course, close quarters with Angel had never been a bright idea in the past, but this was different, right?

Right.

"Um... not really, no," she admitted sheepishly. It had been awhile since she'd really shopped. Most of her time lately had been with the Council or with her group of commandos fighting the good fight and all that crap. Well, not crap, just... just tiring. She needed a distraction.

Buffy looked to her left and her eyes strayed down to Angel's lap. She shut them and shook her head. Bad. Bad distraction!

"You look good."

undead_handsome February 21 2007, 20:01:53 UTC

Angel's eyes widened a touch and he glanced over at Buffy, who seemed to be looking intently out the windshield. He wasn't expecting the compliment, but if there was any good time for some small talk, this was it.

"Thanks," he answered, "you, uh, you look terrific yourself."

It was mostly true. Part of him was going to be adamant that they'd go to Buca di Beppo for dinner and he was going to make her eat some carbs if he had to stare her down with every bite, but she did still look good. Very good. He was getting off-topic.

"Well, what do you need? Just casual clothes? Nice clothes? Stuff for patrol-- do you still patrol? Stuff to, um, lounge around in?"

Unless Buffy said so, they weren't going anywhere near that place with the pink bags. Angel had ducked into one on his shopping trip for Cordy and had regretted it immediately. Vampires could blush, if motivated correctly.

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undead_handsome April 10 2007, 17:28:18 UTC

Angel was afraid that he'd put his foot in his mouth again and killed the mood, which would be all manner of ironic, especially given that he would have done it by telling Buffy he loved her. But he was pretty famous as a mood killer, so nobody should have been surprised ( ... )

fakingitsomehow April 17 2007, 21:36:05 UTC

She giggled. Giggled. It was so un-Angel, so perfectly romantic like something out of those Harlequin books her mom used to read, but Buffy stopped giggling as soon as Angel set her down on the bed.

Now? She was completely terrified.

What do they do now? The same exact stuff they'd done about ten years ago when Angelus had decided to rear his ugly head? (Okay, technically Angelus wasn't ugly because he looked the same as Angel, but it sounded better that way in her head to Buffy.)

She pulled him on top of her and smiled, brushing at his cheeks and lips a bit before kissing him again, tugging at his clothes and still wondering how far they could go. What was perfect or not-quite-so-perfect? Would Angel know?

But in typical Buffy-fashion, as soon as his shirt was off and she felt his chest, all thoughts vanished completely.

undead_handsome April 20 2007, 20:38:11 UTC

It was about the least Hollywood-perfect beginning to a love scene ever, Angel had to admit, especially because he was in the middle of it. Somehow, despite having just had a girlfriend himself, he was awkward and almost clumsy in moving them into the bedroom and finding a spot beside Buffy on the bed. It was like she erased whatever cool he'd built up.

And if Angel was going to be honest about it, he was fine with that.

They kept kissing, stretched out next to each other, as Buffy tugged his shirt out of his pants. There was a four-way clunk as shoes were kicked off, and Angel's usually deft fingers fumbled with the buttons on Buffy's blouse. Angel came from an era where the whole backwards-button thing on women's clothes actually meant something, and he still hated it ( ... )

fakingitsomehow April 25 2007, 08:08:22 UTC

She shivered slightly at the cool air that touched her skin and snuggled up to Angel for warmth, forgetting for the moment that vamps just weren't all that warm. Well, unless they'd fed, because she'd remembered that one time, and...

And a light bulb went off over Buffy's head. Figuratively, of course, but still. She held Angel close to her and placed small kisses on his body, working her way around her favorite area - his chest - and then back up to his mouth where she cupped his face and smiled brightly.

"I love you." She just had to say it again, one more time. "I love you, Angel, and I want to make love to you... but there's something else I want you to do first ( ... )

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