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Title: To The Night
Author: Ashlee
E-mail: RubysandPearls@aol.comDisclaimer: Don't own them, no Buffy character or hookers. I swear.
Distribution: Take it! Just tell me where it is going.
Pairing: B/A is the most important. some A/C but I promise bashing.
Rating: R
Summary: Buffy is a famous prostitute. Angel meets her. Stuff happens just
read it!
Feedback: I'm STARVING! Feed me damnit!
******
"No way, money first." Buffy chided gently when Spike's hands started
traveling downwards, she gently pushed him away. Spike groaned in
frustration.
"Come on, Summers, you know I am good for it." The bleach blonde teased,
pushing her on his lap but was once again denied.
"Yeah, good for nothing." Buffy chuckled. Spike was one of her regular
customers so she wasn't frightened when she realized they were all alone in
his apartment. Spike sighed as he let the bra clad blonde get off him. He
knew that Buffy wouldn't do anything until she had the feel of cool cash
against her hand. Everyone that had their hand in the seedy underworld of Los
Angeles knew that Buffy was the most beautiful and infamous prostitute. But
to anyone else, she was just another gorgeous woman. She didn't dress skanky
or gave away any hint of her line of work. She tread dangerously under
police's noses with ease by wearing only designer clothes.
"Your killing me, Summers!" Spike threw his head back, letting it hit the
back of the couch that he was sitting on, referring to his obvious arousal.
Buffy just shrugged with a small smile as she put on her Gucci shirt. Her and
Spike have been friends for a couple of months now, well more like fuck
buddies but it is the closest you can get with this kind of job. It was a
sucky job, Buffy knew that she should get out of it one day but she needed
the money and boy did it pay good with the right guy. Take Spike for an
example, she had him wrapped around her finger and he constantly showered her
with gifts.
"I'm using your bathroom to freshen up." Buffy invited herself to the huge
marble bathroom.
"Damnit, my brother is flying in tonight and he has got more money than Bill
Gates. I'll pay you when I borrow some from him." Spike pleaded. He didn't
care. He wanted Buffy. Badly.
"You don't give up Spike, do you?" Buffy chuckled. She applied a fresh coat
of lipstick, fixing her straight her that ran below her shoulders.
Spike shook his head, listening to her get ready for another night on the
streets. The bleach blonde jumped when he heard a knock on the door. He
hurried to answer it, if Dru knew that he was visiting a hooker she would
loose it.
"Get ready to hide, Buffy." Spike whispered, peeking into the bathroom.
Buffy's eyes widened. Nothing worse than a jealous wife.
"I thought you said she was out of town!" Buffy hissed, looking crazily
around the large bathroom for a good hiding space. Spike shot her an
apologetic look before looking to the front door.
"Coming, sweetheart!" Spike yelled as he ushered Buffy into the large shower
and pulled the curtain closed. Spike reached the front door and took a deep
breath before opening it.
"It is sweetheart now?" A man laughed heartily. Spike could have cried in
relief when it was his brother.
"Angelus! Man, it's been years." Spike happily embraced his older brother.
Angel smiled looking around Spike's glorious apartment.
"Damn, you've been living the high life." Angel grinned.
"Way better then that hole in the wall you live in." The younger of the two
joked. Angel's crooked smile was his reply. Angel didn't have the success
with money as his younger brother did, but it didn't bug him much. He had
rented a cozy little apartment for his stay in Los Angeles, it was big enough
for one person but he knew that Cordelia would take up the whole place with
everything she brought. It was made simply of a kitchen that went into the
living, a tiny bathroom, and a bedroom the size of a closet.
"I just flew in, I hope you don't mind if I brought a friend..." Angel
gestured to the door to see Cordelia carrying two out of the ten bags.
"Posh crib." Cordy commented. Spike's smile dropped quicker than a ton of
bricks.
"You brought *her*?" His lips curled into disgust. This should be a fun visit
from Hell. Buffy took the momentary distraction to quietly slip out of the
shower and move slowly to the front door.
"Who the hell are you?" Cordelia snapped, her head held high, spotting the
not so sneaky blonde trying to slip away from behind her.
"Buffy, its okay. This is my brother, Angel and his bitch...I meant friend
Cordelia." Spike introduced. Buffy's jaw dropped at the beautiful sight of
this gorgeous god in front of her. She was convinced that she had gone insane
and was seeing things because no one else seemed to be fazed by Angel's godly
figure. His chocolate eyes and hair stuck out of his features compared to
his pale smooth skin. She could bring herself to care about his non-designer
wear.
"Uh..." Was her reply. Right, real smart, Summers, she cursed herself.
"Miss, Buffy Uh, glad to meet you." Angel smiled at the lovely figure before
him, he held out his hand. Buffy looked at his large hand as if it would kill
her, but reached for it anyway. She could have cried from the feeling of a
simple handshake. Angel was hesitant to let go, trying to get over the
unfamiliar feeling of pulling her flush up against him. The hand shake seem
to go on forever, well, maybe that was because Angel had never let her hand
go, just kept shaking in. He was desperate for her touch.
Another minute of staring and shaking was enough for the snotty brunette on
Angel's free arm.
"Okay, are you guys glued together or something?" Cordy snapped. Spike
frowned at the interaction between the two.
"Ooh sorry," Angel muttered, his face turning a hint of red. Had he really
been shaking her hand that whole time? Buffy shrugged, she didn't mind one
bit.
"I'm Cordelia, Angel's *good* friend." Cordelia draped over his arm in a
dramatic gesture of possession. Buffy lifted an eyebrow at her, discarding
the brunette with a simple look.
"So what do you do, Buffy?" Angel asked, intrigued by the woman in front of
him. Spike chuckled and Buffy's eyes widened.
"Oh, this is hilarious mate, think she is great now? Wait until she find out
she is h-" Spike started but Buffy quickly squeaked to stop him, for the
first time feeling ashamed at what she did. She felt dirty under Angel's
eyes. This is bad. Someone in her line of work *cannot* feel that way or they
would be hanging themselves the next night.
"Huge lawyer!" Buffy yelled, to shut Spike up. Spike gave her a shocked look.
"Uh...yeah, that it, I'm Spike's lawyer. He just called me over for some
business."
"Oh, that's nice. What is so funny about being a lawyer?" Angel's question
towards Spike. The bleach blonde opened his mouth to answer, glancing at
Buffy, shaking his head slightly giving her the impression that he was
clueless on what to do.
"I'm dirty!" Buffy blurted out, getting the attention off Spike. Angel and
Cordelia's shocked gaze when to her. "Uh, dirty lawyer. I'm a bad, bad
lawyer, I cheat and lie and everything. I could be sent to jail for lying
under oath!"
"What are you-" Cordelia started.
"Well, its been lovely to meet you two, but I have to go hit streets-" Buffy
stopped herself her eyes wide in embarrassment. "I mean to the street to go
get my car, where it is parked."
"Yeah, right, let me walk you out, Ms. Lawyer." Spike chuckled as Buffy
mentally kicked herself for her blubbering. She was the best prostitute in
the damn world and she was blubbering like a school girl when it came to
Angel.
"Bye." Angel said but Spike had already ushered her out.
*******
"Ugh...give me another shot, Willow." Buffy muttered, burying her face
into her hands. Willow, the bartender, smiled at her. Willow has known Buffy
ever since she opened her hit blues bar.
"Tough night?" The redhead said as she prepared her a drink.
"You have no idea, and it is only eleven." Buffy muttered.
"Hey baby," A sandy blonde slid into barstool next to Buffy. The petite
blonde looked over Riley was a dwindling interest. He was wearing regular
jeans and a soft baby blue t-shirt and a fake wrist watch.
"No thanks." Buffy dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She could tell just
by his look and attitude that he had no money. And that was all she cared
about. Really, she didn't care that she was comparing all of her customers to
Angel, or how great she would look with him.
Riley looked smug as he pressed a hundred dollars into her hands. Buffy
raised an eyebrow, a look of disgust. Willow watched the reaction with
interest. She knew what Buffy did, and lent the blonde her bar for a usual
spot.
Buffy slipped the hundred into her pocket before leaning over to give Riley a
quick peck on the cheek and then looked to Willow.
"How about that drink, Wills?" Buffy asked.
"Uh, excuse me?" Riley snapped, looking a bit confused. Buffy looked to him
surprised.
"Oh, you are still here?" Her brow furrowed.
"Where is the rest of my...purchase?" Riley asked.
"You gave me a hundred dollars and I gave you a kiss on the cheek. You're
lucky I even gave you that much for that amount. My price is a thousand and
up." Buffy said nonchalantly with a sweet smile.
Riley finally got the hint as he angrily stood up, stalking away.
Willow laughed out loud. "Damn, I wish people would give me a hundred dollars
if I kiss their cheek, I'd kiss everyone in this room for that much." The
redhead handed the blonde her drink. Buffy downed it in a quick second, and
slipped the hundred that Riley gave her to her friend.
"Thanks Will." The blonde smiled at her friend and stalked over to the dance
floor where a band was playing. Buffy recognized the guitarist as Willow's
boyfriend Oz, she gave him a small wave before searching around the rest of
the club.
"B!" Someone yelled and Buffy turned to see her good friend and partner,
Faith. Faith was a bit more obvious than her since noting touched her skin
but leather.
"Hey, how's your night so far?" Buffy asked, having to yell over the Oz's
loud band. Faith flashed her a toothy grin, holding up her hand to reveal a
couple thousand. Buffy laughed and clapped her hands together.
"Damn, Faith! Let me at this guy that you have been hiding."
"Get your own sugar daddy." Faith grinned.
"'Ello ladies." Spike came up behind the two prostitutes and wrapped an arm
around both of them.
"Lawyer," Spike teased too Buffy. Buffy rolled her eyes and blushed at the
same time. She couldn't get Spike to stop laughing at her for last night.
"Well, I gotta friend that just *has* to get laid. Will one of you ladies
like to help him?" Spike asked, waving a hand full of hundreds in their
faces. Buffy snatched it before Faith could.
"Whose your friend?" Buffy asked as Faith pouted.
"Just an old friend looking for a good time." Spike shurgged.
"Sounds like fun." Buffy muttered, before running her fingers through her
hair and checking her makeup in her small carry-around mirror. Once she was
sure her appearance was perfect she turned to Spike.
"Lead the way." Buffy muttered, feeling less enthusiastic then she sounded.
Part 2
Spike ended up leading Buffy back to his loft. Buffy herself lived in a
simply nice small apartment, it wasn't no Hollywood Mansion but she would
survive for a little while longer.
"'Ey Spike, who is this beauty?" A Irish accent came from the kitchen. A
short man stepped out, he had dark hair with nice eyes. A bottle of whiskey
in one hand and then a beer in the other. Buffy decided on cute, she had been
with worse.
"Doyle, this is Buffy." Spike introduced.
"Pleasures all mine." Doyle smiled at her. Buffy quickly slipped into the
hooker routine.
"It will be soon." She gave him a flashing smile. Doyle chuckled and looked
at Spike.
"I like her, a bit on the strong side but fine nonetheless." Doyle smiled at
her again before taking a swig of whiskey.
Buffy reached up and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, giving Doyle a
suggestive wiggle. Doyle's whiskey shot from his mouth and he looked like a
water fountain gone haywire.
"Hey! None of that, pet." Spike grabbed Buffy's hand before she could
completely take off her shirt.
"What? But I thought..." Buffy frowned. She knew she shouldn't have worn
these jeans. They were always bad luck.
"He isn't *that* friend." Spike looked at her, a smug grin. Buffy pulled her
shirt closed, not bothering with the buttons. Doyle was left staring at her,
his mouth open slightly and his eyes wide.
"Damnit, Spike. You did that on purpose." Buffy glared at her annoying
friend.
"Yeah, I'm a bad man. You should punish me later." Spike chuckled.
"Show me where your friend is before I kick your ass." Buffy threatened,
rubbing her knuckles for emphasis.
"Come on, this way." Spike straightened up, ushering her to the closet. Doyle
was left staring at her. Buffy looked at the closet door, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not going to believe that your friend is in the closet." Buffy crossed
her arms over her chest. She was wasting her night. Well, she had done it in
weirder places then a closet but she had a feeling this wasn't going to turn
out good.
"He is shy." Spike grinned.
"Spike? You better let me out of here before I kick you ass!" A booming voice
threatened from inside the locked closet. Buffy gave Spike a pointed look.
"What?" Spike asked innocently.
"If I go in there and touch, god only knows who you are holding prisoner, I
will probably be charged for rape." Buffy muttered, only half joking.
"You can get out of it, you're a lawyer." Spike joked before quickly opening
the closet door and pushing Buffy inside. Buffy's eyes tried to adjust to the
complete darkness. She reached for a light switch, groping the wall for the
familiar feel.
"Spike? Is that you?" The tone of the man's voice bordering on murder. Buffy
closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tuning herself back into hooker mode.
"No, baby." She used her best sexy voice, reaching for the large body she
knew was in front of her. She couldn't see a damn thing and wouldn't be
surprised if she fell over something and embarrassed herself even more. Once
she had a good hold on whoever was in the closet with her, she pushed him
forward until he hit the back of the closet. Buffy pressed herself against
him, quickly finding his lips with her own.
The bittersweet kiss lasted only a couple of seconds before the man pushed
her away.
"Wait, wait, who the hell are you?" He asked, his voice softer this time.
Buffy didn't answer but pressed against him again, her lips burning for
another kiss. She felt addicted, it was scaring her. She never felt this way
before, this attached. It was a dangerous high but she couldn't get enough.
"Does it matter?" She whispered again seductively. It was still complete
darkness and she wished she had a lightbulb handy to see who the hell this
guy was.
"Actually, it do-" His answer ended in a groan as her hand wandered lower,
tracing his arousal through his pants. His arms gripped her shoulders holding
her in place as she continued to stroke him. The blonde felt the man bury his
face in her neck, taking a deep breath. His hand snaked around her, pushing
her shirt from her shoulders.
"Wait!" He muttered startled before pushing her away. Buffy's annoyance was
knocked up a scale.
"Okay, do you want this or not?" She snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
She felt foolish since she realized he couldn't see her anyway.
"We...I can't do this." He muttered.
"It *felt* like you could do anything." Buffy grinned despite herself.
"Just let me find the light." He asked after an embarrassed pause. They both
blindly groped the walls of the unusually large closet.
"Got it." Buffy said before flipping the switch. The bright light blinded her
for a second before her eyes could focus.
"Oh my god..." The man trailed and she turned to look at him.
Buffy shrieked. "Angel!?" Her hand flew to her mouth in embarrassment and
shame.
"Buffy...what are you...are you a prostitute?" Angel looked shocked, his eyes
wide as he openly stared at her beauty...and her black lacy bra. Buffy seemed
to realize her shirt was at his feet the same time that he did. She quickly
grabbed Spike's coat that was hanging on the rack next to her head.
"Maybe." Buffy squeaked, feeling ashamed. She bowed her head, mentally
cursing Spike.
"Spike got me a prostitute that was over at his house the night before. Spike
is having an affair?" Angel seemed to be stuttering to himself by now. "I
thought you were a lawyer!"
"Lawyers, prostitute, same thing." Buffy winced. "Look, Angel, I'm really
sorry, Spike didn't tell me that it was you. Me and him are just friends.
Don't tell his wife." Buffy couldn't help but cover for Spike.
"Right. This...uh...never happened." Angel agreed. Then why did he still want
to kiss her? He hadn't even realized he started advancing on her until she
was pressed against the wall and he was hovering over her. His hands
fluttered down to her small hips and he inhaled her expensive perfume. His
nails dug into her tight jeans.
"I...um..." Buffy trailed off as Angel's lips neared hers. She closed her
eyes, the feeling of almost being complete made her toes curl in her boots.
"Do you think they are doing it now?" A loud Irish voice called from outside.
It was obvious that Doyle and Spike was trying to hear what was going on from
the other side of the door. It seemed to break up the romantic mood. Angel
quickly stepped back from her and Buffy looked downwards.
"We should really get out of here, it is affecting our minds." Buffy
reasoned. Angel nodded vigorously, unconsciously licking his lips as he
stared at her. Buffy felt frozen under his gaze so she quickly turned around.
"Spike, let me out." Buffy called through the door.
"No way. Just fuck him already!" Spike yelled back. Angel winced, this night
seemed to be a one big embarrassment on his behalf.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I forgot my props."
"Props?" She heard Doyle squeak. Spike opened the door a tiny bit and Angel
took the advantage to slam him palm against it, hitting both Spike and Doyle
in the face.
The two accented men laid on the floor when Buffy and Angel stepped out.
"Well, as much fun as it has been, I have to go." Buffy shifted uncomfortably
under Angel's intense gaze.
"No." Angel said softly. "I mean...you can stay awhile. We aren't do
anything. It will be fun." Angel gestured to the empty apartment. Buffy
smiled slightly, staying and just having fun with guys without having to give
them a blow job was something she missed.
"You mean an orgy?" Doyle looked shocked, his voice sounding squeaky and
high. Angel shot him a look.
"Uh, no can do. Dru is coming back tonight, I don't think she would like you
in the house and hey, is that my jacket?" Spike frowned.
"Yeah, this is your payment for locking me in the closet and making me flash
Doyle." Buffy muttered, retrieving her shirt from the closet floor.
"You flashed Doyle?" Angel frowned, trying to control the feeling of
jealousy.
"I have never seen such a sight." Doyle held his hand to his heart in fake
drama. Buffy smiled softly.
"I guess I'll go then. I'll see you at the Willow's, Spike." Buffy forced a
smile from the pain of leaving Angel.
"Nice meeting you Doyle."
"Hey, I'll tell you what. Any time you want to flash me, just go ahead and do
it, its just fine with me." Doyle joked. Buffy bit her cheek to stop from
smiling.
"Bye Angel." She turned to tall, dark, and handsome. He smiled at her but
said nothing more.
With that, she turned and walked out of the apartment, smiling as she left.
Okay, it might have ended with no bang, literally, but Buffy could say that
groping Angel in the dark was defiantly cause for celebration.
Part 3
Buffy placed all of the money that she had made last night on the counter of
her kitchen. It was only about five hundred, she was off her game. Of course
it had nothing to do with Angel and feeling of her lips against his and the
feel of his erection against her hip.
Nope, it has nothing to do with him at all.
Well, only one thing to do with the money that she had.
Shopping.
A couple cups of coffee, a shower, and a cab ride later, Buffy ended up at
the shopping central of LA. She glanced inside Tiffany's for a moment before
counting her cash again. She would have to save a lot more money than that if
she wanted her imported diamond necklace. Maybe she should just get Spike to
buy it for her, he was wiping his ass with excess money.
She proceeded on her journey and a couple of hours later she decided on a
plain black peasant top. Nothing really flashy and expensive.
"Oh, excuse me." Buffy turned to see Faith bump into the disheveled man next
to her. Faith apologized with a sweet smile, holding her arms behind her back
as the man quickly muttered a sorry as well and continued on his way. Faith
grinned at Buffy before holding out the man's wallet she had pick-pocketed.
The sneaky brunette flipped it open and glanced at the license. "Mr. Ethan
Rayne, thanks for the cash." Faith pulled out the credit card and the money
before dropping the wallet on the floor. The brunette looked to her blonde
friend for approval.
"I can't wait until you accidentally steal from a cop. Besides, you don't
know who that guy is. It could be dirty money." Buffy shook her head.
"Twinkie, everything we get is dirty money. Might as well get some more while
I am at it." Faith shrugged and stuffed the money in her pocket.
"You've been acting strange lately. It is as if you have seen the light or
something like that. If I didn't know any better, I would say you want out."
Faith raised a perfect eyebrow at the blonde.
Buffy shrugged, the thought had crossed her mind more than once.
"So, maybe I do." The blonde continued walking, heading towards the food
court.
"No way, blondie. As long as I am in this business, you have to stay with me.
Besides, why would you want to leave? You get more money in a night then some
people make all month and plus you get a free fuck out of it." Faith grinned
and sat down next to Buffy at the food court.
Faith frowned when a disturbing thought struck her. "You didn't meet someone,
did you?"
"What? No." Buffy denied quickly. Too quickly.
"Buffy, no boyfriends." Faith said strictly.
"I know but...there is this one guy and when I think of him, I want out. I
feel...ashamed thinking that he knows I am out here selling myself." Buffy
confessed, staring down at her hands as she twisted them in her lap.
"Holy shit, this is serious. This is what you have to do, cut off all contact
from whoever this is. It is just a crush, you'll get over it. I promise."
Faith stared intently at the blonde. She need Buffy in this with her, she
would go crazy if she did this alone.
"You're right. I'm probably just overreacting, I mean what are the chances
that I will see him again and....holy god." Buffy trailed off as she spotted
Cordelia across the court, Angel and Doyle following closely behind. The two
men seemed to be falling over from the amount of bags that they were
carrying.
Buffy's heart dropped, Angel and Cordelia were now for sure seeing each
other. No man holds a woman's shopping bags unless that have a serious
relationship.
Buffy gasped in shock as Angel's gaze settled directly on her. She felt
herself blush.
"Faith, we need to go now." Buffy muttered quickly. Too late. The three were
already coming over here.
"What...why?" Faith asked. Buffy looked around desperately for a place to
hide. She couldn't face Angel and Cordelia together as a couple. Remember,
cut off all contact. Buffy quickly dove under the table.
"Buffy!" Faith hissed at her. Buffy slowly started crawling away from the
table, hiding under someone else's.
"Hey." Doyle looked at the sexy brunette at the table, while Cordelia invited
herself to the seat across from Faith.
"Uh, hey. Do I know you?" Faith asked confused.
"No, we know you're friend. I could have sworn I saw her here." Doyle looked
around bewildered.
"Uh, where is Angel?" Cordelia looked around, feeling uncomfortable with the
leather clad brunette.
Buffy listened to their conversation, hiding under a table a couple feet away
and sighed with relief. That was too close for comfort.
"Hey. Did you drop something?"
Buffy shrieked in surprise as she spun to find Angel on all fours behind her.
Her movement was so fast she bumped her head on the table's surface. Angel
winced and chuckled.
"That had to hurt." Angel smiled brightly at her and Buffy found herself out
of breath.
No! Bad Buffy, she cursed herself.
"What are you doing?" She glared at the handsome, completely lickable man.
"I saw you crawling around on the floor and you looked like you were having
so much fun that I decided to join you." Angel smug smile made her want to
kiss him more than ever. Ugh, she was never going to get out of this alive.
"I dropped my uh...," Buffy grabbed the near object on the floor. " ...french
fry."
"You must really love that fry." Angel joked.
"What can I say? I'm a junkie." Buffy tried to cover up this horribly
embarrassing situation.
"Can we get up now? My back is starting to hurt, I think I'm too tall for
this table. We will have to find a taller one to hide under next time." Angel
backed out from under the table and got up. Buffy said a silent prayer to
herself and grasped Angel's offered hand. The familiar electricity made Buffy
step closer to Angel, invading his personal space. Angel breathed her now
familiar scent in with a sigh of pleasure.
"Ah, there they are. Thought we lost ya." Doyle beckoned the couple and Buffy
quickly pushed him away.
"Uh, I can't. I just realized, I'm really busy today. Maybe some other time."
Buffy called to Doyle, motioning for Faith to follow her.
Faith gladly obliged, two seconds with Cordelia was more than enough for her.
"No, stay." Angel asked, his voice soft and pleading. Buffy looked into his
puppy eyes and felt will leaving her.
"Busy." Buffy managed to mutter, her gaze never leaving his.
"Then maybe tomorrow. We are all going over to Spike's again. I want you to
be there." Angel asked, feeling and sounding desperate but he couldn't help
it. He needed to see her, he wanted her with him instead of selling her body
to filthy men. Maybe he could save her one night from that hell.
"I don't think your girlfriend would like it very much." Buffy gestured to
Cordy who was shooting her death glares.
"Oh, don't mind her. We're not really dating...well we might but...it's
complicated." Angel tried to explain his relationship with Cordelia. "Just
come, it will be fun. Just no more flashing Doyle."
"I'll see." Buffy decided. It was good enough for Angel.
"I'll wait up." He smiled.
"Nice no contact, B." Faith muttered from behind her. Buffy flashed Angel a
hurried smile before Faith grabbed her arm and dragged her away.
*****
"I invited Buffy, if that's okay." Angel said to Spike as he grabbed a bag
of chips, pouring it in a large bowl. Spike stopped his movements.
"You did what?" The bleach blonde demanded.
"Buffy. I invited her." Angel looked towards Spike, confused. "Why?"
Spike threw his hands in the air. "Angel, don't tell me you invited a hooker
that you can't afford to pay. I'm not loaning you money."
"No one is paying her. I invited her just to have fun, not in the sexual
way." Angel placed the bowl of chips on the counter.
"I don't get it." Spike said confused.
"I invited her as a friend." Angel snapped, getting annoyed. What was so hard
to understand about it?
"Look, Buffy and I are close, real close, but you don't get involved with
someone like that." Spike explained.
"Why not, they are people too." Angel glared at Spike. Spike gazed closely,
examining him closely.
"You are falling for her!" He exclaimed suddenly. Angel looked shocked and
tried to deny it.
"No, no way." He muttered, looking down. "Let's move on."
"No, you are falling for a call girl. I mean, Buffy is great but you can't
fall in love with someone like that." Spike shook his head and chuckled.
"I can't help it, everytime I see her...it is like....I can't explain." Angel
tried to express his feelings but found no words.
"Like you wanna fuck her senseless?" Spike quipped.
"No! Well, yeah, but something else too." Angel frowned.
"You just should stop yourself right now, this is only gonna end bad." Spike
muttered before turning on the television.
Angel sighed, happy that Spike dropped the subject for now. He knew he was
right but every second Buffy didn't show up, the more jealous he got. He
couldn't stand someone else touching her and it enraged him to know that
Spike had, probably more than once.
"Forget about her, peaches. It happens to everyman who see's Buffy for the
first time. I was obesessed with the bint myself." Spike looked at the
pathetic look on his brother's face.
"Yeah, I guess you're-" He was cut off as the doorbell rang and Angel
practically sprinted to the door, tripping over himself in the process.
Spike shook his head. This should be a interesting night.
TBC....
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