by Krystal
Disclaimer: I own Nothing. B/A and Gang, belongs to Joss Whedon and CO.
Author's note: Amber you are the greatest. Thanks for the help with my
writer's block, if it wasn't for you this story wouldn't be possible. =)
Summary: Spike challenges the lovers...can they survive or submit.
The Scooby gang including Spike, all walked into Buffy and Angel's flat still
laughing hysterically. They had all decided to go see the marathon of
"Austin Powers," and they couldn't get enough of it.
Dropping her purse on the couch, Buffy sat down in effort to calm herself
down. "I love Mike Myers."
"He Rocks!!" Xander imputed, holding Anya by the waist.
Spike rolled his eyes, and plumped down on the couch. "He sucks." The
vampire said, pulling out a cigarette.
"Do not smoke in my house." Buffy and Angel replied in union.
"Fine." Spike muttered and put it back in his pocket.
Angel leaned over and whispered something in Buffy's ear, causing her to
giggle.
Anya noticed this. "I think all that talk of mojo has gotten them horny
Xander." She announced.
Everyone turned to her in surprise, especially Xander. "Anya that's not
something you wanna tell everyone."
"Why?"
Before Xander could answer Spike intervened. "Because no one wants to know
that all there relationship is about is sex, sex, and bloody more sex; well
we already know anyway...."
Buffy got defensive. "Hey, that's not true, are relationship is about a lot
of things; love, trust, and....."
"Oh please. Sex is the only thing on your minds. Your two probably don't
even know each other as well as you thought you did; now that the frustration
has left you both."
Angel was about to speak, but closed his mouth; Spike was just trying to get
a rise out of them, the problem was it was working.
"We know a lot about each other.....and this relationship is not based on
sex." Angel declared.
Spike smirked. "Prove it.......could you two go without sex for 1 week."
Angel slammed his mouth shut, and Buffy jumped in. "Of course we could..."
She said, not really registering what he was saying, but not backing down
from a challenge.
"All right." Looking at his watch. "Starting at midnight then, no sex for a
week." Spike said, this would be fun, he thought.
Buffy and Angel glanced at each other, both were thinking what have they
gotten themselves into. Reluctantly they both nodded, Xander and the rest of
the gang just looked on, thinking that this might be interesting to watch.
Angel lifted his head, trying to look as if this wasn't going to be tough.
"OK, the challenge starts at midnight.....what time is it now?"
Spike glanced at his watch. "11:45pm."
Buffy and Angel looked at each other quickly, and shot up out there seats.
"YOU GOTTA GO!!!" They said in union, Angel quickly showed there very
confused friends out the door, while taking his jacket off. Buffy kicked off
her shoes, and when the door shut, she grabbed Angel and they raced to the
bedroom.
Day 1 -- Monday
Buffy awoke slowly, she sat up clutching the sheet to her chest. She noticed
immediately that Angel wasn't there, glancing at the clock, it was 5 minutes
to noon. Rolling her eyes at the realization that she'd over slept, Buffy got
out of bed, tugging an old shirt of Angel's over her head; she made her way
into the kitchen.
She came down the hallway, and saw Angel sitting in the dining room. "Hey."
She said, walking towards him, and placing a kiss on his lips.
Angel returned the kiss, and pulled a chair out for her to sit. Still
holding her hand while she sat. "I left some breakfast for you."
"Thanks." She said. "I'm gonna take a shower before I eat."
Angel nodded and let go of her hand, he turned and watched her hips sway in
his shirt; that reached mid thigh. A smile crept on his face, 'maybe she
needs help washing her back.' He thought. Angel began to get up, until he
remembered Spike's words, "No sex for 1 week."
Angel groaned and sat back down, pouting. Angel was wishing he had not
agreed to this stupid bet, but he was a man of his word and could hold out
for a few days; sex wasn't that big of a deal, he'd gone years without sex,
this bet was no problem or so he told himself.
Buffy showered quickly, and dressed. she walked back into spacious kitchen
and popped the plate of leftover breakfast into the microwave. She walked
back toward the dining room, to sit with Angel while she waited for her food,
she noticed Angel was in deep brooding mode. She couldn't help but notice
how cute he looked, his eyes, an intense dark pool, that lower lip
pouting........ 'stop it, remember the bet.' She thought.
Breathing deeply, and fidgeting her hands. "What's wrong?" She said, sitting
next to him, in the same chair.
Angel scooted so she could fit, and put his arm around her. "Nothing, I'm
just thinking."
"Well, it must be something if you're in brood mode." Buffy joked.
"It's nothing." He said, kissing her on the lips, before he could deepen the
kiss, the microwave dinged; letting Buffy know her food was ready.
"Sorry honey." Buffy said, getting up from the chair to retrieve her food.
Angel began to pout again.
Later on that day, Buffy had decided to catch up on her studying. She was
laid out on the couch with a book in hand, learning the analysis of human
urges; she had an exam coming up and needed to know this stuff, she also need
something to distract her. Angel was sitting comfortably in front of the
fireplace, reading a book in Latin. Reading was always an escape for him,
where he could wrap himself into the story, and forget about everything else;
for just a moment.
Buffy kept staring at Angel, she felt a smile tugging at the corners of her
mouth as she watched him intensely run his eyes over the text of the old
book, as if devouring the words; the way his eyes devoured her. Buffy shook
her head, to clear out the thoughts.
He heard a movement, and saw Buffy place the book she'd been studying onto
the table sitting beside the sofa. Angel watched as she stretched out and
moved her upper body, trying to work out a muscle.
He placed his book down, and slowly walked over to Buffy and sat behind her.
Brushing her hands away, Angel replaced them with his own, he moved his hands
to her shoulders, using his thumbs to work the tension from her muscles. He
slowly moved his hands up and down her back, moving from the outside towards
the center. When he'd moved all the way to the middle of her back he began
rubbing his thumbs down her spine.
Buffy slumped over more, allowing him to have more access to the back of her
body. "That feels wonderful." She whispered, closing her eyes at the feel of
his hands.
Angel smiled, happy he could make her so comfy. "You're tense."
Buffy nodded, words couldn't come out at the time, she was enjoying this too
much. She leaned back into his chest, so he could have better access to her
shoulders, she moaned as his hands plunged deeper; while he massaged, the
straps to her top fell from her shoulders.
Both forgetting about the bet, that bound them away from each other.
Angel leaned against the arm of the couch, letting her settle on his body.
He began to move his hands down her abdomen, when she gasped; he moved his
mouth to her upper neck, nipping and kissing.
Buffy turned her head to give him more room, she started to move her hands
down his thighs. Her eyes widened suddenly... "Stop." She said sitting up
quickly, leaving Angel confused. She sighed, while she fixed her top, she
had forgotten all about the bet, and now she was all worked up.
As she began to get up from the couch; Angel took her hand. "Why'd you stop."
Breathing another sigh. "The bet Angel, remember."
Angel plopped down on the couch, 'not again' he thought.
"We took the challenge and now we have to go through with it." Buffy said,
trying to convince herself, more than Angel.
"I know, but I want you, right now." Angel whined
Buffy could only nod. She knew they were both worked up, but didn't let hers
show. "Angel you can handle 5 more days, it's not a big deal."
"Yeah, right." He said chuckling.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She said putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, you seem to be just as forgetful about this bet."
"What?" Buffy said in disbelief.
Smirking. "Since this morning you've been hugging and kissing all over me,
getting the both of us worked up, so could it be you and not I.
Realizing what he meant. "Angel you think that I can't hold off for 5 more
days?"
"No, you cant, like I said your the one getting things flowing."
Her mouth shaped like and 'o.' "I can hold off longer than you." She was
lying through her teeth, Buffy knew she could hold off, but every time he
touched her she'd lose all sense of reality, and she almost lost control a
while ago. But not letting Angel win. "You'd probably go insane from
wanting me so much."
Laughing. "Yeah, and you'd tear your own hair out, just to touch me." Angel
was wondering if he was speaking about Buffy, or himself.
"Whatever."
"OK, prove it. I propose we go another 1 week."
"Fine." Buffy said, looking at him like it was nothing, when her brain was
screaming at her.
"Fine." Angel nodded, wondering what had he gotten himself into.
Day 2 -- Tuesday
Buffy wandered around the bedroom looking for one of her silver chains, she
had misplaced and needed to find it. She searched the bed, the floor, and
the bathroom; and could not find it. Until she remembered that it was in her
nightstand, exhaling deeply Buffy walked to the nightstand, and pulled out
the drawer. She saw the chain sitting their, right next to the handcuffs
Xander gave her and Angel as a housewarming gift. Lusty thoughts filled
Buffy's mind as she replayed the night she and Angel tested them out. She
picked them up and began twirling them on her finger, remembering how Angel
twirled them around his finger that night, he had been standing in the
doorway with his shirt open; exposing the bare chest she loved to.......
Buffy jerked her head, and threw the cuffs back into the drawer, she slammed
the it shut; mad at herself for thinking such things. Taking a deep breath,
she got up and went into the living room, she moved some furniture, and
pulled out a punching bag from the closet. After hooking it up to a hook in
the ceiling, Buffy began letting her frustrations out on the poor defenseless
bag.
*PUNCH, JAB, KICK. * Angel executed. He came to the gym to work off a little
tension, now 1 hour later, he was still going at it. He knew he could have
gone home to work out, but that meant going home to Buffy. Angel punched
harder as he remembered his words from the night before, he had been lying
through his teeth. Yes, he could hold out on sex, it's not a hard thing, but
when the temptation is standing in front of you 24-7, and there's no life
threatening consequences; it's very frustrating, and in way it was funny. He
was celibate for 100 years and some months, yet now he couldn't seem to go a
couple of days without sex, he took a quick glance at the clock and saw that
the gym would be closing soon; that meant going home, to Buffy. Angel
sighed. It was going to be a long day and night.
He arrived home just 20 minutes later, Angel took awhile outside the door in
order to prepare himself. Breathing deeply, he opened the door to a sight
that took his breath away. Buffy was still working out, and Angel couldn't
help but stare as her graceful body executed well targeted moves. The way
little strands of hair would stick to her forehead, the way she moved in that
tight sports bra.........
Angel slapped his hand to his forehead, the naughty thoughts were back again.
Buffy heard a noise and turned her attention to the source of the noise, she
saw Angel standing there, and her heart jumped a beat. Calmly she brushed
her hair back, and looked at him as if his presence meant nothing. "Hey."
She began undoing the tape wrapped around her hands, and walked toward the
moved couch.
Angel smiled and walked in the door. "Hey. How was your day?" He asked,
trying to play it cool.
"Fine, just been working out, nothing else better to do."
It was pretty obvious that the both of them were trying to avoiding eye
contact. Angel made little glances at her here or there, and Buffy was
desperately trying to concentrate on the wall behind him. By accident they
did end up making eye contact, and the silence set in; Angel watched how the
sweat gleamed on her skin, making her body glow, she was still panting from
the workout and her chest was heaving up and down in the tight, white sports
bra.
Buffy stared into the dark pools of his eyes, and became entrapped.
"Well, I'm gonna go hop in the shower." She said, walking quickly to the
bedroom.
Angel nodded, "Yeah, just save some hot water." A beat later he followed
her. When he came into the room, she had already slammed the door shut.
Angel went and sat on the bed, he pulled his shirt off, and leaned his head
onto one of the posts of the bed. He was waiting so that he could take his
shower, unconsciously Angel got up and began pacing, he was deep in thought,
he couldn't believe himself. He was acting like a hormonal teenager, and it
made him feel like a loser, he couldn't believe she was making him act like
this. He could hold on for a few more days. "It's just sex." He said to
himself over and over. Angel heard the shower shut off, and he calmly sat
down.
Buffy walked out of the steam filled bathroom, wrapped in a short robe, and
her wet hair surrounding her face. She had been a little reluctant about
coming out, she knew Angel was in the bedroom, and seeing him near the bed,
would drive her insane. Buffy rolled her eyes, and slapped her hand across
her forehead, she couldn't believe how she was acting, she had gone months
without Angel, and now seeing him on a bed unnerved her. Buffy felt
pathetic, she told herself to play it cool, "It's just sex." She tightened
her sash on the robe, and walked out. She hadn't even made it passed the
doorway, when she saw Angel sitting on the bed, shirtless, his muscles
flexing. Buffy watched him with longing, she saw him get up and walk toward
her, her breathing became erratic.
Angel stood in front of her, he saw how she was panting hard, and figured
he'd try to unnerve her, since the sight of her in that short robe, dripping
water falling over her made him want to rub each drop off her. He walked up
to her, his 6 foot frame looming over her, eyes focused; their bodies inches
from touching. "Did you leave any hot water?" He said calmly.
Buffy sighed, and slowly nodded "yes."
Angel cleared his throat. "Good." He said, and walked passed her into the
bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Buffy turned to the door in disbelief, she knew he did that on purpose. Even
though it worked, that was evil of him. The shower turned on, and she knew
Angel was out of earshot. An evil smirk, came upon her face. "You wanna play
games Angel, then will play, and I'll make you crack from the pressure."
Unbeknownst to Buffy, Angel hadn't stepped in the shower yet, and heard ever
word she said. He crossed his arms, and sighed. "We'll see who cracks
first."
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
same thing, 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 there 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 of 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 dinning
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 TV 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 TV.
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.
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 to 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 TV 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 TV.
"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 every time 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.
THE END