Author: **Heidi**

Rating: NC-17

Distribution: Starkitty’s site, if she wants, BA University, Nina’s Site – Sorrow No More, plus anyone who wants it.

Couples: B/A(us) for now

Spoilers: Challenge by Starkitty from her site. Angelus is a porn movie star and Buffy is an employee of the film company that Angelus works for.

Author’s Notes: Boy oh boy, is my friend Amy going to turn red with the reading of this one. This goes out to her!

Feedback: I’m allergic to feedback; I usually stay away from the stuff (she says in her most sarcastic voice). OF COURSE, I WANT FEEDBACK!!! It is like chocolate for the soul.

Part 1

After spending much of the morning sifting through the morning paper, Buffy looked through ever single add trying to find some job that would spark her interest. She lay on top of her bed, laying down on her stomach with her feet crossed up in the air, she turned page after page getting the slightest bit more irritated with the fact that there was nothing that she liked.

“Burger joint… Phone receptionist… Computer analyst, yeah… If I’m Willow,” she huffed then turned the page, crossing off each job with a magic marker.

“Buffy!!!! WE’RE OUT OF MILK!!!!” Dawn screamed from the downstairs, deterring the petite blonde momentarily from her search. Buffy shook her head in despair and looked back towards the paper. “BUFFY!!!” Dawn cried again and stomped up the stairs into her sister’s bedroom.

“Buffy,” the younger girl said with a more calm voice, “we ran out of milk two days ago, shouldn’t we go shopping for some more?”

With unhappiness in her eyes, Buffy looked up in her sister’s face. “Dawn, we only have enough money from mom’s life insurance to go grocery shopping every other week. We just went last weekend, we can’t go to the store right now.”

“But what am I going to eat my cereal with?” she whined.

“Can’t you eat it dry for the next couple of days?” Buffy asked hoping that her sister would understand.

Dawn crossed her arms over her chest then shifted a foot out to the side only to tap in on the ground in frustration. “You know Mom would go out and get more milk if she were still here.”

“Well, Mom’s not here because she died,” Buffy growled in frustration. “So get the fuck off my back because you are not helping in the least to make this situation bearable for this family!”

Hearing the harshness in her sister’s voice and the stupidity of her previous comment, Dawn looked toward the floor and released a solitary tear to run down the smooth skin of her cheek.

Buffy saw the tears in Dawn’s eyes and suddenly regretted her words. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and moving over to Dawn, Buffy wrapped her arms around her sister and pulled her weeping face on her shoulder. Buffy stroked Dawn’s hair as she felt the fabric of her shirt becoming damp with the tears. “I’m sorry, Dawn. My temper has been a little short because of everything and I don’t mean to become Big Bad Buffy.”

“You might want to add ‘bitch’ to that previous statement,” Dawn’s voice was muffled through her sister’s shirt.

“Hey look who’s talking,” Buffy shot back in a rough tone.

“Well, it takes one to know one,” Dawn said and Buffy could feel the corners of her mouth tilt up slightly in a weak smile. “Mom used to say that to me when I would come home from school, upset about being called names.”

An uncomfortable silence shook the room at the words that their mother had used while they were growing up and facing all the problems of the world as soon as they would step outside their front door.

“I miss Mom,” Dawn sighed in despair and felt the tears begin to flow yet again.

“I know, Dawnie. I miss her too,” Buffy felt her own tears begin to creep in her eyes. “But she is gone and nothing is going to bring her back to us. We just have to keep on living how Mom would want us to.”

“Except without milk,” Dawn added then pulled her face from Buffy’s shoulder.

“You aren’t going to give up that milk thing, are you?” the blonde quirked an eyebrow in her sister’s direction.

“I was always heckling you before Mom passed away, why break the tradition?” Dawn shrugged her shoulders. “Besides, I think it is the younger sister’s duty to irritate her older siblings until they have be driven officially insane.”

“You’re definitely doing one heck of a job,” Buffy chuckled and shook her head.

“So, how’s the job hunting working going?” Dawn asked, changing the subject.

With a heavy sigh, Buffy turned her back to Dawn and jumped back on her bed and made her first attempt at returning to her previous actions. Flipping one more page for additive drama, Buffy groaned, “Nothing yet, but I will find something. Working at the Double Meat Palace won’t help me to put food on the table, unless you consider their quarter pound hamburgers, that have less than a quarter ounce of real meat in them, real food.”

“And the question is, is that quarter of an ounce, real beef? I have my doubts,” Dawn agreed. “I could check in my school and see if they need any more lunch ladies?”

“Hmmm… Go back to the hell known as Sunnydale Middle School? Let me think,” she mocked. “I think the Double Meat Palace is probably a step up from that dump.”

“You may have a point there. But you would be missing out on the macaroni and cheese that has the wonderful ability to be rolled in a ball then used as a four-square ball on the playground which will not break apart even after five hours,” Dawn urged.

“I think I will pass,” Buffy assured her as she returned her attention back to the paper.

After only a moment, Dawn looked at the watch on her wrist and realized that in a few minutes, her ride for school should be here. “Well, I will leave you to your search and I guess I will just have to settle for dry cereal for breakfast.”

Buffy ignored her last comment and continued to look at the employment advertisements in front of her. “Have a good day and I will see you when you come home.”

“Good luck,” the dark haired girl wished the whisked herself out of Buffy’s room and down the stairs.

Acquainted yet again with the blissful sounds of silence, Buffy looked back at the paper with her marker in hand, crossing off job after job. She was getting exceptionally irritated that she had finally turned to the last page, and there was nothing there.

“In this whole entire paper, nothing!” Buffy muttered under her breath but then her eyes wandered over a small advertisement at the corner of the last page. Squinting her eyes to read the fine print, a spark of hope arose in her mind as she read on.

“Com-Shuk Productions, an expanding presence in the independent film industry, is seeking a fresh and willing person interested in the profession of Director’s Assistant for our company. The responsibilities of this position involve working one-on-one with the directors and actors, basic secretarial functions and willingness to work. No experience prior in this type of profession necessary but it is suggested to know computer programs such as Microsoft Word or Word Perfect. Willingness to work at any of the movie sets as needed is also required. We offer an attractive compensation package with excellent benefits; payment will be discussed at confirmation of employment. Please fax your resume indicating location of interest to (555) 891-7442, e-mail to cox_t_zer@load.net or mail to Human Resources, Com-Shuk Productions, 730 S. Masterson, Los Angeles, CA 93214.”

Many thoughts ran through Buffy’s mind after finishing up her reading. She circled it many times with her marker and quickly sprinted towards the phone and dialed the number at the bottom.

She spoke rather rapidly on the phone due to her excitement, especially since she agreed for an interview at the end of the week. As she hung up the phone, her heart beat in rapid trepidation as she thought of all the things that she had to do before her interview.

Standing in front of the mirror in her old, worn overalls and her golden hair back in a ponytail, she stared at her reflection. Buffy straightened her shoulders and covered herself with a professional heir, extending her hand out in a handshake while she practiced what she would say and do.

“Yes, sir. I would be wonderful for this position because I am a dedicated worker who will always give her best…” she plastered her most appropriate faux smile. “No sir, I never finished college. I was forced to drop out even though I barely made it through the first year… Wait no, I can’t say that!” she chastised herself.

“Think positive, Buffy,” she returned that smile back on her face and extended her hand one more time. “Good afternoon, sir. Yes, my name is really Buffy… What’s that, ‘how’d my mother get my name?’ She might have lost a bet, I am not quite sure about that.” Suddenly her palms became horribly slick and she rubbed them on the side of her pants

“Would it help for me to beg?” she whispered to herself and backed away from the mirror. Flopping back onto the bed, she sighed to herself, “I am completely screwed.”

Part 2

Buffy said not one word to Dawn about her interview for the next few days, worried that if she seemed over confident about it, she would not get the job. That morning, she busily prepared herself for the interview and went through every article of clothing that she owned.

Standing in front of her mirror, she fashioned dress after dress, trying to find that one look that she was going for. Working for intelligent, sophisticated, and determined, she kept on looking like either a prostitute with an IQ of 250 or a young schoolgirl who should have a lollipop dangling from her lips.

Buffy decided that the prostitute outfit would probably have to due. “Oh well, I guess I will be an intelligent, sophisticated and determined lady of the night, I’m sure that will provide a good impression.”

Spending the whole morning primping and preparing, the butterflies in her stomach got continually worse and it didn’t help the situation at all when she finally looked at the clock and noticed that she was running late. “SHIT!!” she swore then ran down the stairs and jumped into her Mom’s jeep.

Buffy gunned the engine and basically peeled out of her driveway on the way to the interview for fear of being late. She flipped through the radio stations attempted to find a song playing that may calm her nerves. Switching from one station to another, nothing caught her attention until she reached 94.7, the Mojo station.

//I've been really tryin , baby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,

Let's get it on
Lets get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on//

“Good song!!” she exclaimed to herself as she sang along with the words as she drove towards her destination.

//We're all sensitive people
With so much love to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be
Lets say, I love you

There's nothin’ wrong with me
Lovin’ you---
And givin’ yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true//

As the song continued, her mind wandered back to one of the greatest experiences that she had had at the Bronze when Xander decided to make the biggest fool out of himself and pretend to give her and Willow a lap dance. The song played loud in the room and suddenly there he was, shaking what little goodies he had and making both the girls laugh so much that they almost pissed their pants.

It didn’t help the situation at all that in mid-dance, he tripped over his own feet and landed embarrassingly on his ass.

//Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be
I'm askin’ you baby, to get it on with me
I ain’t gonna worry, I ain’t gonna push
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin’ round the bush....

Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on//

When the song was finished, she arrived at the building. The memory calmed her slightly and put an authentic smile on her face. Buffy stepped up to the receptionist’s desk and waited there until she recognized her presence.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked with exasperation in her voice.

“Yes, I’m here about an interview with a Mr. Rupert Giles about the Director’s assistant position. My name is Buffy Summers…” she introduced herself.

The receptionist rolled her eyes at the blonde and looked at a list that she had in front of her. “Yes, Ms. Summers, would you have a seat over there and I will get Mr. Giles for you. By the way, my name is Anya Sullivan if you need anything.”

Buffy plastered a smile on her face and said, “Thank you.” Turning on her heels, she retreated to some of the most oddly shaped chairs that she had ever seen in her life. There were no words to describe these flesh colored chairs, so with a smile and a soft chuckle, she sat down and waited patiently until she was called.

After only about five minutes, a 40-ish looking man stuck his head through the door beyond the receptionist’s desk and greeted her with a smile. “Ms. Buffy Summers?” he asked with his voice dripping eloquently with its English accent.

Standing up, walking towards the door with her hand extended in a handshake, she responded, “Mr. Rupert Giles?”

“Just call me Giles, Ms. Summers. Everyone else does around here,” he assured her.

“Then just call me Buffy,” she said and walked directly behind Giles as he led her back to his office.

Pulling a chair out for her across the table from him, Giles bid her to sit down. Graciously and with attempted confidence, she lowered herself on the chair and waited for him to take one of his own.

“So, Buffy. Why do you think you would be good for this job?” he asked right off, getting to the meat of the interview.

“I am a dedicated worker who takes great pride in her work. I have always been interested in working in the film industry and as soon as I saw the ad in the paper searching for a willing person, I found my window of opportunity.” Buffy paused momentarily to collect more of her thoughts then continued. “I am efficient, intelligent and I promise I won’t let you down.”

“How old are you?”

“I am eighteen years old but will turn 19 next January. I attended UC Sunnydale for a semester but then there arose extenuating circumstances that forced me to discontinue higher education.”

“Enough about business, just tell me about yourself. Nothing too fancy or over glamorized, just tell me about Buffy,” he spoke as he removed the glasses from his face and cleaned them with a starched white handkerchief.

“What do you want to know?” Buffy asked with confusion written on her face and voice.

“Anything… Who are your parents? Any siblings? Likes, dislikes? Whatever you wish to say.”

“Well, I guess I should begin that I have a somewhat bratty but wonderful younger sister, Dawn. My parents got a divorce when I was 15 years old and basically since then I lived with my Mother.”

“Do you still live with your Mother or do you have your own home?”

“I lived in the dorms until my Mother past away a few months ago. I had to come live back at home and find a way to support for my sister.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said with authentic sympathy in his voice. “Does your father help you at all?”

“I think he would, if we could get a hold of him. He is an international businessman who is currently out of the country. I tried to get in touch with him to tell him of my Mother’s death and I don’t believe he actually received the message,” she said with a sigh.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room when no words could be found to say. Giles could tell that with her admittance of what she must do to support her sister, he knew that she would be a wonderful worker. After a few moments, Giles coughed softly and spoke out, “So when can you begin?”

“Really?!” she exclaimed in excitement and surprise.

“Yes, really. When can you begin?” he asked again and a smile came on his face as he noticed her restraining running over to him and wrapping her arms around him in thankfulness.

“When do you need me??” she asked.

“How does next Monday sound to you?” he replied.

“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!” she beamed at him.

“Now here comes the question of pay, does fourteen dollars an hour sound fair to you?”

Buffy’s mouth dropped open in shock at the amount of money that they were offering to pay her. “Sounds great to me.”

“Basically you will be a gofer type employee and will do a lot of running for the studio,” he clarified for her.

“Oh believe me, I am willing to do anything!”

Buffy stood up suddenly and extended her hand out to him when he took it and she shook his hand furiously. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled back at her and watched as she turned her back to exit his office. “Oh and Buffy…”

“Yes?”

“Make sure you are here on time, 9 o’clock in the morning right here and I will take you back into the studio where we do most of the filming and you will probably get to meet some of the actors.”

Shaking her head, she smiled and said, “See you then Giles.”

“Good-bye, Buffy,” he waved and thought to himself. ‘Anything… This could be interesting.”

Part 3

As soon as Buffy left Giles’ office, he made his way back behind his office to where the studio was currently working on its latest film. He weaved through the many people hanging around the hallway; he walked straight through the closed doors to see everyone standing around in between shoots.

“Good morning, Giles,” Charles Gunn greeted his boss as he watched him come through the doors, still in his robe.

“Hello, Gunn. How’s the shoot going today?” Giles asked.

“My scene went well, but Angelus and his costar are having some difficulties.”

“What happened?”

“Darla got upset in mid-tango because one of the lights that were above the bed burnt out and she got distracted and couldn’t finish the scene,” Gunn explained.

“How many tries was that?” Giles sounded somewhat flustered.

“At least 5, I think, probably more,” the African American clarified.

“We need to have this film finished in the next few weeks, I hope she understands that.”

“I don’t know if she can really understand anything. It seems to go in one way and out the other,” Gunn said.

“Where is Angelus right now?” Giles asked.

“He should be in his dressing room right now, but beware when you walk in. Who knows who might be in the room with him right now?”

Nodding his head and smiling, Giles laughed, “Thanks for the warning.”

“Always a pleasure, now I must go and see what my beautiful costar is currently wearing.”

“Or not wearing, you should say,” Giles added.

“True, true,” Gunn agreed and a smile spread on his face. “Can’t help it, I date the same woman that I work with. Cookies for now, and cookies saved for later.”

“How long have you been seeing Cordelia?”

“A few weeks now.”

“I hope everything works well for the two of you.”

“Me too, so I best be going and seek her out,” Gunn stated and started to back away from his boss. “See you later.”

“Good-bye,” Giles wished then turned to walk towards Angelus’ room.

Angelus’ dressing room was in a secluded area of the studio due to his very notorious and rather loud acquaintances with his flavor of the hour. Walking down the corridor to the room, the sounds erupting from behind the closed door got louder and louder with every step Giles got closer.

Giles waited patiently outside the doors, while he could make out the muffled groans, the squeaking bed springs, and the toned down screams flowing from inside. Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched squeal and a low moan explosion and he knew that it was safe to knock on the door.

Rapping rhythmically on the door, Giles called out, “Angelus, I need to speak to you.”

No one responded to his call, he only heard the sound of someone rolling off the bed and slamming onto the floor as in haste to leave the scene of a crime. A young strawberry blonde haired woman burst through the locked doors with most of her clothing off and walked past Giles without muttering a word.

“Come in, Giles,” Angelus’ silky voice wafted to Giles’ ears.

Stepping tentatively through the doors, Giles came into the room only to see Angelus sprawled across the front of the bed while his back leaned up against the headboard and a thin red sheet covering his apparent nudity. “Having fun?” Giles asked.

“Oh, of course, I love to practice for scenes,” Angelus laughed.

“Practicing, huh?”

“Yes, you know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

“I can understand that. What was her name?” Giles asked.

Angelus rolled his eyes upward in concentration trying to think of the girl’s name that he just fucked. “I think it began with a J… Jennifer maybe? Or possibly Julie? I don’t know, didn’t seem to important to ask.”

“Do you remember any woman’s name after you have sex with them?”

“Sometimes, but random sex doesn’t really involve writing down a person’s name. Normally, it is just random sex. I like it that way and I am good at what I do.”

“I can see that,” Giles smiled.

“So, does this meeting have a purpose, or are you just wanting to check up on me?”

“I just wanted to ask you how the shooting is going and that I need to remind you of the time frame that this film must be finished.”

“Not that I don’t mind taking my costar over and over again because she isn’t happy with the shot, I understand but you should honestly talk to Darla.”

“She’ll get my fury next, believe me.”

“Was that all, you could have waited for me to be alone to tell me that?”

“When does that happen? Even when the world is about to end, you will still have a woman in your bed, maybe more than that.”

“You know me too well,” Angelus nodded his head.

“Also, I wanted to tell you we hired a new person for the Director’s assistant position. She starts on Monday.”

“She??”

“Yes, Angelus, her name is Buffy and I just wanted to let you know so be civil to her when you meet.”

“Don’t worry, I will give her a good impression.”

~ ~ ~

“Ok, Dawn wish me luck today,” Buffy said to her sister while she was getting ready for school.

“For what?” Dawn replied back.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Buffy asked in confusion. “Probably not… I got a job, today’s my first day.”

“REALLY!!?” Dawn exclaimed in excitement and flung herself around her sister’s shoulders. “Congratulations Buffy!!”

“Thanks,” Buffy hugged her in return.

“Where are you working? What are you going to be doing?” Dawn spoke rapidly.

Squaring her shoulders and cloaking herself in a professional heir, Buffy told her, “I am a Director’s assistant for an Independent Film Company. Mostly I am going to be doing gofer work but I won’t mind because I will be getting 14 dollars an hour, working full time.”

“Oh My God!” Dawn said happily. “Buffy, I am so proud of you!” But before Dawn could say any more, a car horn sounded from outside signaling that Dawn’s ride to school had arrived. “Oh well, got to go. You have to tell me everything that happened today, ok?”

“I promise to tell you everything,” Buffy smiled at her sister and watched her skip from out of the house.

Buffy arrived at work an hour later after Dawn left for school. She said hello to Anya before she made her way to Giles’ office. Buffy found him sitting there behind his desk, reading an exceptionally old book in his hands. “Good morning, Giles,” Buffy greeted sweetly.

“Oh Buffy, good morning,” he greeted as he put down his book and looked towards her.

“So, what am I planned to do today?” Buffy asked, extremely curious to know what she would be doing first.

“Well, how about you get some coffee and I will meet you in the studio?” Giles asked.

“Sure,” she said with a smile, “but how do you get there?”

Giles quickly pointed her in the right direction and promptly told her that he would meet her there as soon as he is finished in here. Buffy quickly nodded her head and made her way to the studio room, but before she walked through the doors, she turned directly to her right and found a few empty coffee cups and filled one with the hot liquid.

After adding as much sugar and creamer as possible, she brought it to her lips and still winced over the absolute horrible coffee that she felt the necessity of shoving down her throat. “At least my throat muscles will get a workout every morning,” she mumbled to herself and turned on her heels to walk through a second set of doors.

Buffy noticed that they were in the middle of shooting a scene so she made her way as quietly as possible to a spot in the room to where she could see what they were filming. One of the cameras was in her way momentarily but as soon as it moved, Buffy stared at the most shocking thing she had ever seen in her life.

Directly in front of her was a huge bed in which two people were making use of. Her mouth dropped open as she watched the blonde haired woman writhing on top of her supposed lover while he made her wriggle in pleasure. The sounds of screams and heavy panting filled the room and even though she could feel her face blush brightly in embarrassment, she couldn’t take her eyes off of what was going on in front of her.

Her eyes were transfixed on the scene while she saw the camera-man moved his equipment around the couple to catch every motion, every facial expression, everything that the actors were portraying.

Suddenly, the man sat up so that the blonde woman sat on his lap, undulating on his sex while he thrust up into her body. His eyes were closed momentarily, until they opened up and seemingly, they rested upon her own.

Heat flooded Buffy’s body as she watched him hold her in his deep eyes, almost imagining herself in his costar's place. Her heart began to beat more quickly and her palms became shaky and slick with perspiration as she continued to watch the scene.

The woman on top of the man threw her head back in the heat of their passion and let a loud scream exit her lungs. Then he did something that Buffy would have never thought possible.

While he continued to keep his gaze squared solely on her, he winked at her. For a few moment, Buffy could have sworn that she was seeing things, but she had not.

Buffy stood completely still, not knowing what to do. Her mind raced with her thoughts and hormones coursing through her body. The whole world seemed to fade away except for his eyes and only when the director yelled “Cut” did she blink and broke visual contact with him.

“Great job everyone!” the director complimented but Buffy did not hear this because she ran as quickly as she could to find out the man that hired her.

Part 4

“Giles,” Buffy called searchingly. She ran opening one door after another trying to find the man that hired her yesterday. “Giles!!”

Finally after about her twentieth door, there was the man of the hour. “Giles, please explain this to me.”

“Explain what, my dear?” he asked in confusion.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that as soon as I walked into the studio, I found myself in a rather compromising position when ‘HELLO!’ I end up walking into a room with two people having sex. How am I supposed to respond to that?” she asked trying to remain professional, but due to her shock, it was not working.

“Go about a normal day,” he said rather nonchalantly.

“My normal day?!”

“I thought you knew,” he said as the creases in his forehead deepened.

“Knew what?”

“Com-Shuk Productions is one of the world leading companies in pornographic films. The couple that you just encountered were on set,” Giles clarified.

“PORNOGRAPHY!!!” her voice was barely lower than a shout.

“Yes, will that be a problem, Ms. Summers?”

Shaking her head in confusion, she released a deep sigh and stated, “I don’t know.”

“This is entirely your decision, so if you want to resign, there is no one here going to stop you from doing so,” he assured her.

“I don’t know,” she shook her head and looked to the floor. Silence filled the room because there could be no words to describe what was coursing through their minds.

“I thought you said you would be willing to do anything,” he tossed her words back at her. “How about you go home and come back tomorrow and tell me what you want to do?”

Nodding her head, Buffy exited the room and headed out to her car. Even though she tried to think of why she should not take this job, but the man’s haunting eyes overthrew all her thoughts.

Opening the front door to her car, she sat on the seat and laid her head to rest on top of the steering wheel. “Who suddenly decided to find humor?” she muttered to herself before turning on the ignition and heading back home.

~ ~ ~

“You know we bought you robes specially for the times between shots,” Giles said aloud as he walked towards Angelus.

“Ah, Giles. Good morning to you, too!” he smiled at his boss. “So, where’s our new little director’s assistant?” Angelus stood in front of Giles, refusing to put on the robe that was meant to cover his nakedness; he decided that a very see through towel should be sufficient in this particular situation.

“She had an eye opening experience after she walked into the studio and I told her that she should go home and come back tomorrow,” Giles informed him.

A devious smile spread across his face as he heard Giles’ words. The Englishman was not oblivious to the actor’s facial expression and just had to wonder why. “What did you do, Angelus?”

“Just doing what was written in the script,” Angelus shrugged. “But from what I heard, when I do some scenes, they can be quite the experience from those who have never seen me in action before.”

“You arrogant ass! You either fuck the new employees or you scare them off, can’t you just let them be?” Giles inquired with an amiable attitude in his question.

“Are you trying to ruin my fun?” Angelus grin shone brightly. “Have to initiate all the beautiful ladies somehow.”

“You think she was beautiful?” Giles quirked an eyebrow.

“From where I was positioned, she was no different than any of the other women that have worked here,” Angelus said but holding something back in his voice by his ambience to the question.

“Then, I could ask you to leave her alone because you seem uninterested,” Giles threatened.

The smile flooded from Angelus’ face as he registered the intimidation in his mind. “Do you doubt that I can restrain myself?”

“That is exactly what I am saying!”

“I think that is a challenge,” Angelus stated.

“The problem that I am facing is that I don’t think Buffy would be one to let herself win a spot in your bed. You will be forced to restrain yourself because I would hope that you wouldn’t want to force yourself on a woman in order for her to submit to your wishes.”

“How about I make a deal with you?”

“I am listening…”

“If Buffy comes back tomorrow wanting to work, have her be my ‘beck-and-call’ type of girl and we shall see what happens from there,” Angelus offered his boss. “Does that sound fair to you?”

“Wait a minute, what are the guidelines to this challenge?”

“If I have sex with her, then you will be forced to increase that amount of money that I get for my roles.”

“And if she denies you?”

“Then, I will try to forever keep my pants firmly zipped up and I will keep my attributes conserved specially for the job.”

Extending a hand out to him, Giles accepted his challenge and couldn’t wait to see what would happen as soon as Buffy would come back tomorrow.

Part 5

Dawn sprinted home, hoping that her sister had come back from her first day at work. She threw open the door and dropped her book bag on the ground next to the door and called out Buffy’s name. “Buffy… Buffy, you home?” she screamed.

Only silence responded to her call, but she saw her mom’s, now Buffy’s car in the driveway when her ride pulled in from school, so she knew Buffy was here somewhere. “Buffy!” she called again then climbed up the stairs to see if her sister was in her room.

The upstairs of the house was completely quiet and with Buffy’s door being closed, Dawn knocked softly and admitted herself entrance into the blonde’s sanctuary. “Buffy?” she asked softly as she looked inside the room only to find her sister laying face down on the made bed, breathing deeply and evenly. “Buffy, are you ok?”

Buffy groaned her retort to the question and refused to turn over to meet her face to face.

“Buffy, what’s wrong?”

“Dawn, go away!” The pillow that Buffy’s face rested upon muffled her voice.

“What happened?” Dawn pressed.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Buffy said as she turned over.

“Let me guess, you walked into the room for the first time then you bumped into someone, spilling coffee all over them, thus forever tattooing the klutz hall of fame on your forehead?” Dawn said jokingly trying to cheer up her sister.

Buffy smiled at the burnette’s attempt to lighten the mood. “No, nothing like that. It’s ok Dawnie, I just didn’t have a good first day,” Buffy tried to get herself out of this conversation.

“You didn’t get fired already, did you?” Dawn asked as her brow creased on her forehead.

“No,” Buffy assured, “I did not get fired. As a matter of fact, I go back tomorrow.”

“Well, that’s always a good thing,” Dawn smiled.

‘A good thing?’ Buffy thought to herself then quickly spoke to change the subject. “So, how was school today?”

“Oh My God…” Dawn began to babble about her day but Buffy’s mind couldn’t concentrate on what her sister was trying to say. Her mind was stuck on a broken record, always going back to the same place it was before… him. His haunting dark eyes taunted her senses ever since she cast her eyes upon him, and for some unknown reason he would not leave her alone.

He looked completely amazing and she could not help but to think of what it would have been like if she was with him instead of his costar. This man was the stuff that her dreams were made of. A man who could take your breath away with one look, a man that would set your entire body on fire with just one thought or glimpse of him, a man whose eyes spoke volumes of incredible intelligence, and most importantly, a man with pecs you can knock on.

“Damn, that man was sexy!” she muttered breathlessly not knowing that she was starting to think aloud.

“Who was sexy?” Dawn asked as she looked toward her sister in confusion because Buffy interrupted her small rant.

Buffy’s eyes shot toward her sister in confusion. “What??”

“Who did you say was sexy?” Dawn rephrased her question.

“What are you talking about?” Buffy asked as the color in her cheeks got a few shades darker.

“I don’t know. I was talking about my day at school then just randomly you decided to add your little comment of, ‘damn that man is sexy’ in the middle of talking about my rather evil chemistry teacher.”

“Sorry, Dawn. I guess my mind was slipping there. You know how sometimes I get. My body might be here but my mind is lost somewhere along the beach, lying in the sand and then having you and some incredibly gorgeous man having a few private moments while resting there,” Buffy lied. “You know, it’s a Buffy dream!”

“Let me guess, that man you were with was some tall, dark and handsome man with dark brown eyes and one amazing body. Am I right?”

“You have no idea,” Buffy muttered under her breath.

~ ~ ~

“Morning, Giles,” Buffy greeted as soon as she came into work the next day.

“Ah, Buffy. So glad to see you have come back,” Giles addressed her with a smile and extended an empty coffee mug in her direction.

Taking the mug in her hand, she smiled back at her boss as a sign that she would continue to work for this company even if she felt slightly unnerved by the atmosphere that surrounded her. Over time, she knew she would just get used to it as long as she staying away from him.

“So, does that mean that you will stay and work with us?” Giles asked.

“Yes,” Buffy answered shakily. “I can’t let my sister down, Giles. You know, you gotta do, what you gotta do.”

“Good philosophy,” Giles complimented her. “Don’t worry. I will try to help you get comfortable and settled in here. Then it won’t be so bad.”

“Thank you,” Buffy said as some of the tension drained from her shoulders and she relaxed slightly. “So, what do I do today, walking in on our favorite couple taking a shower together?”

With a smile and a laugh, Giles assured her, “Oh no, nothing like that today. That would be tomorrow though, just to let you have prior warning.”

“Well, thank you very much!” she smiled back at him and took her mug over to the coffee machine and started to make herself a cup. “So, what am I to do today, Yoda?”

“Actually I think I am going to have you be assisting one of our workers for the next few weeks or so. There is a hallway down past the studio doors and the room at the end of it is where you are supposed to go. I don’t think anyone is in the room at the moment, so you can just go in there without knocking. Angel will come into the room sometime to meet you there.”

“Angel?” she asked herself aloud. “Working with another woman… No problem,” she nodded then with her cup of coffee in her hand, she walked down the hallway to the place where she was required to go. Giles said nothing to correct her assumption, he just smiled as she turned her back and walked down the hall.

Buffy had an odd sensation while she was making her trip. ‘Why was this room so secluded?’ she thought to herself with every door she passed. It seemed that this place was quarantined or something, because absolutely no one was found anywhere in the general vicinity.

As soon as she got to the door, she promptly turned the doorknob and invited herself into the dimly lit room. As soon as she shut the door behind her and looked to the other side of the room, she caught herself just in time when her hands became limp and she almost dropped her coffee on the floor.

There was the man that haunted her dreams sitting across the room, sitting on a chair with his feet crossed at the ankles while his legs rested upon the bed next to him. He seemed completely calm and collected especially since he had not one thing covering his body from her wandering gaze.

“Hello,” his velvet voice wafted in her direction as he stared back at her.

“I-I-I… um…” she was rendered speechless.

“You must be Buffy. Giles told me much about you,” he seductively purred when he spoke. He knew her voice! “And you are?” she quirked an eyebrow at him trying to sound irritated only to cover her extreme shock of seeing this beautiful man.

Suddenly he stood up and his entire form was placed for her eyes to see. For the first time, Buffy got an entirely uninhibited view of his body and she was awestruck. His handsome chiseled face with dark inset eyes stared down at her as her gaze traveled over every part of his body. His strong, muscular shoulders that flowed down to long, toned arms. This man’s body was almost chiseled from stone with its clearly defined lines of firm muscles in his chest and torso, extended down further along his distinct tracings of abs, the long streamlined lines of his strapping thigh. The fine trail of hair that started under his navel that crept lower and lower down his body. All he needed was a leaf, and then here would be your life-like David.

Her eyes traveled along with the dark hair down to the root of him. His manhood lay limp between his strong legs, and Buffy was forced to swallow harshly because she couldn’t help but to think that can’t be real. IT WAS HUGE! No way that a normal human male could be that size. She had really no experience to make that sort of judgment but she was a woman and had noticed things throughout her life. Even when he was not erect, that man could challenge a horse to naked man’s insecurity contest. Her gaze was fixated on his groin as he sauntered across the room to stand directly in front of her.

WHERE THE HELL IS THAT DAMN LEAF WHEN YOU NEED ONE!!!!

“Don’t worry, Buffy,” he whispered to her as he placed a finger under her chin and forced her face to tilt to meet his. “I have never had any complaints about it not being able to fit before.”

The coolness of his statement seemed to be directed straight at her. The closeness of his body to hers was wreaking havoc on her senses, especially since he came within a hair’s distance with her and she could feel the heat radiating from his body and the slight twitching of his member against her stomach. She knew she had to take a step back, but it seemed that the connection from her brain to her legs was severed and she could not move. Finally willing herself to do so, she stepped back and glared up into his face. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I didn’t introduce myself. I am Angelus,” he greeted as his hand slipped from her chin and stroked down the smooth column of her neck.

“Angel?” she asked breathily.

“At your service,” he took a slight bow.

“Oh hell no!” she muttered aloud. “I am going to be working for you in the next couple of weeks?!”

“Ah don’t seem so upset. I will make your employment here rather enjoyable, trust me.”

Taking another step back, her gaze turned to ice. “You are Angel? I thought you were a woman!”

“Well, as you can obviously see, your basic assumption would be proven wrong in this instance, wouldn’t you agree? Or shall you have another look?” he offered her.

“I think I have had enough for today,” she stood firmly in her resolve not to look again. “Aren’t you a little cold because I hear that a man isn’t as impressive when he is body naturally shrinks to the cooler temperatures?”

“I guess some type of clothing might be good,” he smiled at her attempt to take a shot at him by attacking a prime possession of his. “Why don’t you go to my closet and pick something out for today’s shoot?”

“Are your arms and legs broken that you can’t pick out your clothing by yourself?” she asked him with a scowl on her face.

“I need a woman’s point of view on my wardrobe? I hope you don’t mind helping me,” he said as a seductive half-smile crept up the side of his face and stepping one step closer to her.

Growling softly at him, she brushed past the very naked man and headed over to his wardrobe selection. “So, what are you supposed to be dressing for today?”

“Most casual wear today, I think. We are filming the non-bedroom scenes this afternoon,” he informed her.

“And who are you in the film?” she asked over her shoulder as her fingers skimmed the collection that were hanged there.

“A private detective on the trail of a very sexy criminal who just keeps on adverting her arrest. I am going undercover to find out where she is but honestly, if I would ever need her, all I would really have to do is look on the other side of my bed and normally there she is. Not many women deny my powerful sex appeal,” he confirmed arrogantly.

“You only have leather and silk in here, what the hell am I going to pick out from those?” she asked incredulously.

“Should I come over and help you out?” he smirked.

“No thank you, I think I can handle this assignment by myself,” she assured him.

Not paying any attention to her statement, he walked over and stood behind her, almost pressing his muscular chest into her back. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly and methodically his used his fingers to massage out the tense muscles hidden underneath her skin, then he softly ran his hands up and down her arms. His motions created a shiver of electricity that ran up and down her spine and Buffy felt her knees go weak under his administrations. “You know sexual harassment is illegal?” she said barely more than a pant.

“It is different when both parties feel the exact same way,” he whispered faintly in her ear as he turned his lips to brush them up against her earlobe. He didn’t feel her pull away from his actions, so he continued by trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulder.

Buffy was swept up in a haze of sexual passion that she truly couldn’t think to make him stop what he was doing to her. She felt his soft lips travel down her throat and his hands left her arms and shoulders to snake around her waist and move up slowly towards her breasts.

As soon as one of his hands reached their destination and he began to palm her firm breast, her world suddenly was shot into focus and she quickly pulled away from him and turned around to meet him face to face.

Angelus believed that it was her open invitation to attack her body from the front but before he could do so, one of her small fingers jabbed into his chest, thus stopping him from moving any closer.

“I thought I would be the one doing all the poking,” he smirked sinisterly at her as she pressed that finger harder into his hard-walled chest.

“You touch me again like that and I will make sure to remove your reason for this line of work. No more playful tumbles in the sheets because you will be missing a key ingredient to your actions,” she threatened with fire flickering in her emerald eyes. With that having been said, she dropped her hand and started to head out the door.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what to wear?” he called out.

“I suggest the long back duster, the maroon silk shirt and black leather pants,” she yelled over her shoulder as she stopped at the door to answer him.

“Are you going to help me to dress?” he asked her as he watched her pull open the door then stop again after hearing him speak one more time.

“I would rather drop dead,” she admitted openly then walked through the door and out of the room.

“When I am finished with you, you will come to believe that you have died and gone to heaven, my love,” he said at the closed door.

He knew what he was doing to her the whole time that she was there. He predicted the exact same responses that she had given him, but one thing he didn’t account for was the affect that she suddenly had on him as soon as he was close to her.

In trying to seduce her into his bed, he felt himself being seduced by her quick tongue, sense of humor, and incredible body. As he grabbed clothing from out of his closet and laid them on the bed, his hands traveled up to his face and to rub his eyes tiredly.

“This is not going to be as easy as I thought.”

Part 6

Buffy could stay not one minute longer in that room. Angelus’ presence so close to her seemed to remove all the air from the atmosphere, leaving her breathless, gaping for something to pull into her lungs. He was just too much for her to handle at the moment and she just had to get out of there.

As quickly as possible she flung herself from the room and moved at a speed just shy of a sprint down the hallway trying to get away from her seducer. With her mind constantly yelling at her to get out of there, she didn’t even begin to look to where she was going only to stop when her slight body slammed into another person, making her fall backward and sprawl across the floor.

“Are you alright?” a young woman’s voice pierced Buffy’s mind as the blonde began to blink and stare at the woman offering a hand to help her to her feet. “Are you ok?” the woman rephrased herself when Buffy took her hand and stood shakily on her feet.

“Oh, let me guess, you have just had your first encounter with our very own ‘Long Duck Dong’?” she asked with laughter in her eyes and voice.

“What did you say?” Buffy finally found her voice and looked toward the beautiful brunette standing in front of her.

“Did you just come from Angelus’ room?”

Buffy shook her head and smiled faintly as the other woman smiled.

“I do believe that that would be the first for him,” she laughed. “Usually it takes more than a mere meeting for girls to fling themselves from that guy’s room, and they don’t exactly fling themselves either, it is mostly a giddy skip.”

“What?” Buffy asked in confusion.

“You must be new… I’m Cordelia,” she extended her hand out into a handshake.

“Buffy,” the blonde retorted back taking her hand.

“Don’t let him get to you, he tries to make himself up to the be ‘The Shit’ but you just have to smile and nod when he comes on to you.”

“You know from personal experience?” Buffy asked.

“Oh hell no, that boy is used goods. I prefer when there are still a few things left to sample with a man. When I first came here, I was attracted to him, I admit, but then I found someone else here and haven’t looked at him that way ever since,” Cordy told her.

“Are you a Director’s assistant too?” Buffy asked.

“Actually, no, I am one of the many actresses here,” the brunette said. “My boyfriend is the black guy over there in the robe. He is my costar in this film that we are currently working on.” Cordy pointed at the tall African American on the other side of the room, wearing as expected, a robe.

A spark of curiosity coursed through Buffy’s mind. “You like making these sort of films?”

Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Cordy said, “Well, it’s not like I was a five year old girl dreaming of one day becoming a porn star but I have always wanted to be an actress and I figure, this will just be a means to an end towards my path for Oscar glory.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, I get to work with Gunn and that makes my day better,” Cordy said with a happy smile on her face.

“Who’s Gunn?” Buffy asked.

“Gunn’s my boyfriend. I love him even though with his dark skin he makes me paler than snow even after I spend five hours laying in a tanning bed, soaking up as much as possible,” she explained then continued, “Jeez, you are new, didn’t Giles introduce you to anyone and give you your job for the day?”

“That’s why I was at Angelus’,” Buffy informed her. “I am officially his beck-in-call girl for the next few weeks.”

“Ewww… I wish you the best of luck with him and I’m going to give you some advice in how to handle our fav Man-Whore.”

“I am all ears,” Buffy assured her.

“Try to ignore his little comments as frequently as possible. He is used to all the girls fanning over him, then if you don’t give him the time of day, hopefully he will go away. Plus, if you are up to it, you can do one other thing.”

“What would that be?”

“Beat him at his own game. Send out the slaps just as much as he does. I can almost guarantee that he will be thoroughly shocked when you can dish it out just as much as he can.” Cordelia’s little instruction time was interrupted when Gunn came from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered in her ear as she pressed her body a little more into his body and rubbed her backside against his groin.

“Hey, Gunn,” she answered back. “Did you meet Buffy yet?”

The African American looked up from his girlfriend to look at the petite blonde standing in front of her. “No, haven’t had the pleasure. I’m Charles Gunn, but everyone and their parents just calls me Gunn around here.”

“I’m Buffy,” the blonde said with a smile.

Turning his attention back down to Cordelia, Gunn asked, “Have you seen Angelus lately?”

“I haven’t but Buffy has,” Cordy informed him.

“And you aren’t still tangled between his sheets, that’s impressive,” Gunn complimented her and the color quickly arose in Buffy’s cheeks.

“I plan on for now on avoiding that man like I would the Bubonic Plague,” Buffy assured him with a smile.

“Oh, I take offense to that,” the silky voice came behind him interrupting their conversation and making Buffy’s heart rate quicken. “Most people enjoy my disease. They just love me getting under their skin.”

“Hey Man!” Gunn greeted as Buffy’s Adonis came strutting up behind her and joined the three others in their conversation.

“I don’t know… I just don’t believe that I can handle the rash,” Buffy shot back at him.

“True, it is bad for the complexion,” Cordy agreed with the other woman.

“Hello Cordelia,” Angelus greeted the brunette, ignoring Buffy’s previous comment.

“Good morning, Angelus,” Cordy said back to him with a smile on her face. “I see that you don’t need any introduction to our newest co-worker.”

“Yes, we’ve met but I have yet to have the pleasure,” he said.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you,” Buffy turned her head and whispered harshly to the side of his face. Then her gaze went the length of his body, noticing that he was wearing the clothing that she told him to wear for that day.

“Oh don’t say that too early, honey. I’ve yet to begin,” he assured her and placed a reaffirming hand on the small of her back and rubbed softly.

“Well, if you would excuse me, I have to see if I can get another assignment from Giles,” Buffy said curtly and suddenly a sinister idea ran across her mind. She moved the arm that was wedged between their bodies to his position itself behind his back. Without much delay, she placed a small hand on his ass and squeezed his firm buttocks. “See you all later.”

With that having been said, Buffy smiled brightly and stormed away from the three actors in search of the older Englishman. ‘I will beat him at his own game,’ she told herself as she walked.

Both Cordy and Gunn noticed Buffy’s little motion and a smile spread across both their faces and the look of astonishment on Angelus’ countenance. That was just one thing that Angelus hadn’t expected from her especially after what their meeting was like this morning.

“ANGELUS!!” the director called out from somewhere in the room.

Shaking his head to rid his mind of all his many thoughts, he called back. “Yea!”

“Darla is looking for you to rehearse her lines for today’s shoot!” he called.

“Be there in a moment,” Angelus yelled before he bid a goodbye to Gunn and Cordy then walked across the studio in search for his costar.

“I think I am going to like that girl,” Gunn said to his girlfriend with a smile on his face.

“I really think Angelus has finally met his match. This is going to fun watching this for the next couple of weeks,” Cordy agreed with him. “So you want to work on your lines?” she quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Practice makes perfect,” he assured her then led her to his dressing room shutting the door behind them as they walked inside.

Part 7

“You have got to be kidding me?!” Buffy exclaimed as she lowered her head and bumped it once on the immobile steering wheel or her car that had just decided not to start for the past ten minutes.

Her car not starting was just the icing on the cake for one of the worst days in her young life. She burnt her hand at least a dozen times when she poured coffee into her mug, she, one more time, walked into a rather awkward scene, forcing her to blink a few times while she watched Gunn and Cordy this time, do something she never would have imagined with a carrot and cucumber, then, of course, every five seconds it seemed that Angelus would brush some part of her body with his sure fingers, sending a shock of electricity up her spine and last but certainly not least, she was tired and hungry but was stuck here because her dumb car.

“Did I piss you off in some way I have no idea?” she yelled at the roof of her car in frustration. Grabbing her purse that sat on the passenger seat and rooted through the contents in there, she tried to find her cell phone. Buffy dumped most of her things out onto her lap and the floor, finally seeing the phone only to flip it open to see that she was getting no reception where she was sitting.

“Grrr…” she growled as she threw open the car door to see if she would have better reception outside.

With another huff of frustration, she locked the car up and began to storm away to get out of the garage that she was parked in. Buffy turned to walk back into the studio building only to be stopped dead in her track by a rather large and expensive convertible.

“Car troubles?” Angelus purred at her as he lounged in the front seat with a seductive smirk on his face.

“Not like it is any of your concern, but yes, if you must know,” she snapped back at him.

“Would you like a ride?” he extended a hand out in beckoning.

“In that phallic symbol of a car, I don’t think so,” she told him. “Besides, I don’t want to trouble you with going out of your way or taking time from your rather busy schedule. I’m just going to call AAA then a cab.”

“Oh no, it won’t be any trouble at all!” he smiled. “In fact, I would enjoy the pleasure of your company. And just maybe you will get the ride of your life.”

Buffy rolled her eyes at sighed deeply at another one of his attempts to get into her pants. “You never give up, do you?”

“I am nothing if not persistent and I have enough to go all day long if I need to,” he assured her.

“Well thank you for that special glimpse into your life,” Buffy shook her and laughed at him because she was too tired to suppress it.

“So do you want a ride or what?”

She didn’t respond to him for a few seconds as her thoughts coursed through her mind. “I promise I won’t bite,” he added with a smile.

Buffy stepped up to the passenger side and slid on to the tan Italian leather seat. She never let her eyes off his face and then his hands to make sure he didn’t try anything. Before he sped off, she tossed over her shoulder, “But I can’t guarantee that I won’t if you piss me off.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked then shot the car into first gear and sped away.

~ ~ ~

The first few minutes of the car ride were kept in absolute silence because Angelus contemplated on what he wanted to say to her and Buffy tried to avoid looking at him for fear of her imagination taking over and going far over the rainbow.

“So, are you going to tell me something about yourself?” Angelus started.

“Isn’t pleasant, informative conversation against the rules for a love ‘em and leave ‘em man?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I guess my reputation has preceded me?” he asked her.

“Even if I had no idea of your particular reputation, I could have deduced it by myself. It wouldn’t be that hard.”

“You could assume numerous things, but that doesn’t tell the whole story. I am good at two things in this world, acting is the other one, but still I like other things.”

“Such as?” Buffy curiosity had been plucked.

“I love watching the sun rise in the morning, I love reading poetry of the Romantic Era, and I love a really good football game.”

“All of which, I am certain, are better when you have a stark naked woman currently resting on your lap or waiting on your head and foot.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiled brightly at her. “The right kind of woman can make any action of mine even better than before.”

“Let me guess… The right kind of woman as thought by Angelus…” she thought aloud mocking him. “Big chest, long legs and an IQ of anything between 10 and 100 points.”

“I am so proud that you think so highly of me, Ms. Summers,” he said and Buffy could have sworn that she could hear a little bit of emotion in his statement. Whether it was shame, anger or annoyance, she could not tell. “If you truly want to know that I do appreciate all those attributes except for the last one, but there are another couple of things that I appreciate about women.”

He took a moment’s pause and Buffy felt that she was hanging there waiting for him to continue what he was going to say. “And they would be?”

“Eyes that tell everything that she might want to hold back but should state her mind. I love to look into a beautiful pair of eyes and see everything about a woman. Ones that I could very well drown myself in,” he informed.

“Oh my, I think we may have a romantic under this male pride,” Buffy laughed. “Who would have known?”

“Actually I am quite the romantic, how do you think I am going to get you?” he asked.

“Good luck, but I want you to know, I won’t bow easily,” she warned him.

“I will remember that,” he said. “Now are you finally going to tell me about you?”

“So that you can use it against me in this little game you have going on here?”

Shrugging his broad shoulders, he stated, “Possibly, but for now I just want to make pleasant conversation.”

With a heavy sigh, Buffy began to tell him the basics to her life. Her sister, where she went to school, and a few other things were mentioned.

“What about your parents, you haven’t mentioned much about them?”

“Not much to say.”

“You don’t want to talk about them?”

Ignoring his question, she looked out the side window and tried to hold back some of the tears that were threatening to fall on her cheeks. Silence filled the car as Buffy tried to think of some way to change the subject then her moment arose when she saw that he should turn down this street to get to her house. “Turn down this street,” she commanded as she squared her shoulders, firmly knowing that she would say nothing to him about her parents.

From then to the time that she said that till she jumped out of his car, Buffy remained silent and told him nothing else.

~ ~ ~

Dawn practically jumped on her sister as soon as the blonde stepped through the front door.

“What in the world was that?” Dawn demanded as Buffy walked past her.

“What?” Buffy asked her as she removed herself from her catatonic state that she had found herself in for the past few minutes.

“Don’t give me that, ‘What?’ Who’s the honey?” her sister asked her again.

Sharply, Buffy replied, “No one.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. An obviously rich and exceptionally scrumptious specimen of the human race drives you home, then still even now has one of those dreamy looks on your face a few minutes later and all you are going to tell me is that he’s no one?!”

“Yes,” Buffy stated then stormed up the stairs into her bedroom.

“Short non-committal phrases are traditionally not you,” Dawn ran behind her and shot through Buffy’s door before the blonde could slam it in her face. “Buffy, come on. You promised to tell me everything.”

Buffy loudly sighed knowing her sister loved to throw her words back into her face. “What do you want to know?”

As smile brightened the younger girl’s face as she skipped across to Buffy’s bed then jumped down on it with her feet crossed Indian style. “I don’t know. Name… Job… Age… Blood type, you know, the usual.”

“His name is Angelus, he is an actor with the Productions Company that I work for. I never asked his age and I am pretty sure that he doesn’t have any blood running through his veins, it is just a concentration from of testosterone,” Buffy said quickly. “And besides that I don’t have a dreamy look on my face for the reason you are probably thinking of currently at the moment.”

“Buffy, I would think you would be blind if you didn’t think that way about that man. Honestly what would you give to lock the two of you in a room together with a few silk scarves?”

“Jeez Dawn, you think the exact way he does,” Buffy shook her head in surprise at her sister.

“And it is probably time for you to think that way. Buffy you need to get out of here and go out with some guys. I am 15 years old and I can take care of myself from time to time, you need to get out of the house once and a while before I am forced to kill you for having ‘Trying Really Hard to be My Mother’ sickness.”

“With this new job, I plan on doing just that,” Buffy assured her.

“Tell me that you are going to go out with him?” Dawn inquired.

Buffy shook her head furiously. “Only if we were the last two people on earth would I consider it.”

“Why do I have a feeling that yet again you will be forced to eat your own words?”

“Believe me, I won’t get in within a 30 feet distance from him if I can help it.”

“I think this may be a futile attempt on your part but I wish you the best of luck,” Dawn said then stood up from Buffy’s bed and exited the room before her sister could even mutter a reply.

Part 8

Parry, thrust… Parry, thrust… That was the normal routine that Buffy and Angelus repeated for the next week. Angelus would forever dish whatever lines he could conjure up with a double meaning, as Buffy would dutifully ignore his comments and yet toss back everything that he gave.

Angelus used everything in his memory of things to say to Buffy but she had shied away from all his efforts. ‘Why the hell do I keep this up?’ he asked himself quite readily. ‘My dick is seriously feeling left out outside of work.’

Parry, thrust… Parry, thrust…

He spent just as much time in his room as usual, but instead of having a guest of the opposite gender or two or possibly more, he ending up sitting there alone staring into empty space as Buffy’s beautiful face flashed across his mind. ‘I think I may have to make a visit to Jennifer… Or was it Julie?’ he thought to himself but then for some unknown and unforeseen reason, he felt somewhat shameful for seeking mindless sex with someone who wasn’t Buffy. She was the only woman that he had known that had actually denied him of something he desperately wanted from her and that caught his attention.

Angelus was almost down to using the most sad and overly used pickup lines that he could have sworn should be published in a book with the title, You Must Be Horribly Pathetic to Have to Resort to this Book, otherwise known as the ‘Book to be Used In Case Your Cock Just Won’t Get the Job Done.’

Honestly he believed that if he couldn’t get Buffy in his bed in the next day or two he would have to use the ‘beckoning finger “I-Made-You-Come-With-One-Finger-Just-Think-What-I-Could-Do-With-The-Whole-Hand?’” line.

With a heavy frustrated sigh, he harshly rubbed his face with his hands and lowered his head slightly towards the floor.

“Hey baby,” Darla’s voice purred as she slipped through his dressing room door and slithered towards Angelus but he paid no attention to her for his thoughts were still pressed to another blonde. “Angel Baby,” she stated again as she walked behind him and pressed her chest into his terrycloth covered back.

He still did not heed to her presence, so with a sure hand, she traced the outline of the front of his robe, slipping her hand underneath the material and traced the chiseled lines of his muscular chest, tracing them down to below where the rope tied around his waist to the core of his manhood.

Darla wrapped her small fingers around his increasing girth and length, softly massaging him.

“Buffy?” Angelus asked over his shoulder as he saw the golden tresses flow over his shoulder and letting his hopes of who would be touching him like this become reality. Glancing slowly over his shoulder to look into her eyes, he noticed that they were not the moss colored hazel orbs that Buffy possessed, no, these eyes were a stormy blue. “Guess again,” she purred as he looked at her.

Noticing that it wasn’t Buffy, Angelus jerked away from her touch and placed a good couple of feet between them. “Darla?”

“You seemed surprised, Angelus. Who else would it be?” she asked then continued. “Never mind, don’t answer that question.”

“What are you doing in here?” he asked as he tied the rope around his waist a little tighter.

“Never pick you to be the prude,” she retorted back at him watching his response to what her hand was doing to him. “Aren’t you glad that I came in?”

“You never answered my question, Darla. What are you doing in here?”

“I thought we could work on our scenes together because I know how much you like to practice. You know, practice makes perfect.”

“Darla, we don’t have a sex scene together like that for a few days,” he informed her.

Swaying her hips in a seductive pattern, she sauntered closer to him with her hands out in front of her, just itching to rip open his robe and run cool fingers along his tanned skin. “Oh Angelus, don’t be like that. I know how much you want me. I can tell by your response to my touch.”

“Not right now,” he said through gritted teeth as he took another step back.

Darla took another step forward and flattened her palms against his chest, feeling the heat from his chest caress her palms and feeling his heartbeat under his skin. “I know you want to.”

Without warning, he grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands away from him. “NOT NOW!” he commanded.

Darla was quite stunned by his actions, not because of how the violence just brimmed under the surface. No that hadn’t bothered her the slightest bit because many times their little games were much more sadistic than that. What bothered her was the fact that he actually seemed uninterested in her pass at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he threw her hands away in anger and turned his side towards her.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” she asked as the knowledge of what was going on finally came into light. “You are stuck on that Buffy girl.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he looked at her with ice in his stare.

“Don’t give me that shit!” she felt herself begin to screech. “I’ve seen how you two have been acting around each other, also how much that girl seems to interfere with your acting. Don’t even think I haven’t noticed that you aren’t that involved in our scenes together.”

“Why do you even care?” he said as his voice began to rise. “If you think this is about you and me, I am letting you know once and for all, there is no you and me.”

“And there is no you and her either. You know just as well as I do that once you have good and fucked her brains out, she will mean absolutely nothing to you anymore. Just another plaque to hang on the wall, just another checked woman off of the world’s population that you have officially embedded your huge cock between her thighs.” Darla paused momentarily to catch her breath.

“She is nothing to you and considering her age and attitude, I doubt you would get that good of a fuck from a stick-shoved-so-far-up-her-ass-that-it-is-peeking-out-from-her-nose little girl! I can tell she hasn’t given you any yet, has she? Feeling inadequate? You know I can make that better.”

A deep growl escaped his throat as he heard her words and felt her hands once more creep onto his chest and slowly part away his robe. “Oooo, you seem tense, want me to help?”

Harshly grabbing her hips in his strong hands, he pushed her away from his body only to lift her from the ground hastily and throw her onto her back on his bed. “That’s my boy,” she whispered as she saw the anger in his eyes.

Angelus wanted to shut out her words from his mind as he stalked towards his bed. He should have felt happy of what she had said to him, but that was before Buffy. She was different and he didn’t just wanted to possess her body, but he wanted much more than that. He wanted her heart and soul, he wanted her to scream his name with every emotion she had inside her in every moment of their passion, and he wanted to hear her say she was falling just as hard in love with him as he did for her. But right now, he couldn’t think about that. His body took control as he climbed on top of Darla and felt her legs circle around his hips as he met her mouth in a punishing kiss.

He concentrated solely on her body but imagined and dreamed that it was another that he was embracing. Too caught up in his actions, he failed to hear the door of his dressing room open and someone enter.

“Ok Casanova, time for you to get out here and get to work,” Buffy said as she opened his door, looking down at the floor before her eyes went towards the bed to see him sprawled over top of his costar. “Oh My God,” she whispered as her hand went towards her mouth in shock.

Buffy had seen a similar picture of him like this before, but for some reason there was something different about this one. She had no idea, but she felt her heart begin to break into a hundred pieces as she watched the couple on the bed.

Angelus heard the ‘Oh My God’ coming from the door and he turned his head suddenly to see who intruded his sanctuary. He was confronted with the look on Buffy’s pale face with her eyes as wide as they could possibly go and suddenly he felt sick.

“Ummm… I, ummm… Sorry for coming in like this. I better go,” she stated quickly as she turned and basically ran from the room again.

“BUFFY, WAIT!!!!” Angelus yelled as he tossed Darla from him and began to get up from the bed. “BUFFY!” he screamed again.

“Don’t worry about her, lover. Just come back to bed,” Darla purred as she patted the side next to her.

Not turning to look back at her, Angelus growled, “Darla, get out of here!”

“What did you say?”

“I said ‘GET OUT!’” he commanded again as he strode from the bed and walked into a secluded room adjacent to his own. Darla was left alone in his room, abruptly denied his presence next to her.

Anger and hatred climbed her entire body as she remembered the display that she had just witnessed. She was resolved from then on to do something about this. ‘No one does this to me. I will fix that girl!’ she vowed as she walked from the dressing room, devising a plan to deal with her anger.

~ ~ ~

Darla waited till everyone was gone and all the lights were out before she put her plan into action. With no one around, no one could discover what she was doing.

Silently she crept from her dressing room to Giles’ office. No sounds were heard as she walked through his unlocked door and over to his file cabinet where he held all the information for those people who worked for him.

With quick fingers, she leafed through all the files trying to find the one manila folder that she was looking for. Darla’s eyes lit up when she found her prize. Taking the folder from the cabinet she placed it under her arm and shut the drawer of the cabinet, hiding any evidence of her presence there.

Before she slipped from the room, Darla made sure everything was in place then tiptoed out the door, with the folder reading ‘Buffy Summers’ at the top.

Part 9

When Buffy came home later that evening, Dawn could sense that something was wrong with her sister even though she refused to say what was bothering her. There was just something deeply hidden inside her eyes that told more information that words could say.

As soon as Buffy excused herself after dinner was finished and went upstairs into her room. Dawn quickly took the opportunity to call in reinforcements to figure out what was going on with her sister. She quickly picked up the phone and dialed Willow and Tara’s number, hoping that she would get a hold of them.

“Hello,” the other end of the line answered after hearing a few rings.

“Willow, it’s Dawn,” she said recognizing the voice on the other side.

“Oh hey, Dawnie. What’s up?” the redhead retorted with her usual perkiness.

“I need your help… It’s Buffy.”

“What’s wrong? What happened? Is she ok?” Willow quickly fired.

“Oh yeah,” Dawn said to release Willow’s tension that was in her voice. “She’s fine.”

“Good,” Willow sighed loudly.

“There’s something that is bugging her and she won’t tell me. I think it has something to do with her new job.”

“The one with the film production company?” Willow asked.

“Yea. At least, I think that is what is bothering her. But anyway, I think she could use a friend right now. She won’t tell me what is wrong and I think maybe she would tell you.”

“I’ll call Xander and we will be over in a few minutes,” Willow informed her.

“Thanks Willow,” Dawn’s voice sounded relieved.

“See you soon,” Willow said and hung up the phone as soon as she heard Dawn say goodbye.

A few moments later, Willow, Tara, and Xander all entered the Summers’ house, with the weapons that ensured to cheer up any person no matter what kind of day that they just had. Their arms were full of chocolate, popcorn, cookies and movies as they strode through the front door and were directed up the stairs to Buffy’s room by Dawn.

Quietly the trio walked up the stairs and stood next to Buffy’s closed door. “1… 2… 3,” they whispered to each other before plowing through the door. As soon as they saw Buffy, Xander started to sing, “Let me entertain you, Let me make you smile. Let me do a few tricks, some old and then some new tricks-- I'm very versatile. And if you're real good, I'll make you feel good-- I want your spirits to climb. Just let me entertain you and we'll have a real good time--yessir! We'll have a real good time!”

“Well thank you Xander for your wonderful rendition from Gypsy. Just please promise me you won’t strip for me,” Buffy laughed and shook her head. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, it has come to our attention that we haven’t had one of our movie nights together for a while and we thought it was time to honor the tradition once again,” Willow informed her. “I believe a girl’s night is in order.”

“And I am included in the girl’s night because I have no life and just looking for anything to do to whittle the time away,” Xander included.

“We come bearing movies and chocolate,” Tara added.

“Who can say no to that?” Buffy asked as she waved her friends inside her room and watched them place themselves comfortably around her room. With her friends being there, Buffy couldn’t stay depressed and angry with Angelus. There was just that combination of chocolate and friends that always would get to her.

“I’ll put the first tape in,” Tara offered.

“Ooh, Tara. Leave my tape for last so put the other one in,” Xander commented and Tara quickly obliged to his wishes.

The movie started as soon as Tara sat down on the floor, next to Willow. Throughout the entire first movie, the running commentary made Buffy laugh constantly and her heart felt a hundred times lighter with the happiness that crept upon her.

“You know, I never knew how much I missed this until right now,” Buffy stated as she grabbed an entire handful of chocolate chips and ate one after the other.

“There is something missing in my year when we don’t do this at least once a month,” Willow commented then turned towards Buffy. “So, how is everything with your new job? You haven’t told us much about it.”

“Not much to tell,” Buffy shrugged.

“Oh come one, there must be something that you can tell us. It is quite lonely not being within the loop,” Xander egged her on.

“What’s it like being around all those famous people? You have met some famous people, haven’t you?” Willow asked.

“A few,” Buffy said curtly. “No one special.”

“So what made you sad when we first came here?” Tara asked.

Shrugging one more time, Buffy said, “Just something I saw upset me a little. Not that big of deal.”

“Well, it is time to erase what you saw with this, “Xander exclaimed happily as he grabbed a movie in his hands and lifted it in the air. “A movie guaranteed to make you crack a smile and requiring no deep thought. I present to you Bite Me! A classic in my book.”

“Are you kidding me? This of all vampire movies?” Willow asked.

“Not just a vampire movie, but one of the best that I have ever seen. Here, just watch,” he commanded as he popped the movie into the VCR and pressed play.

Xander practically skipped to his previous spot and made himself comfortable as the rest of the gang did the same.

Buffy’s heart increased as she saw the name ‘Angelus O’Connor’ crossed the screen. Chalking it up to same name coincidence, Buffy continued to watch the movie but then suddenly all her breath stopped as she saw her Casanova walk in front of the screen, wearing almost the same outfit that she had told him to wear when she met him for the first time.

He looked absolutely gorgeous as he stood in front of the screen, giving a short monologue as he stalked his pray in the shadows as she danced at a club. The girl that he watched was none other than Darla, the woman that she caught in Angelus’ bed this afternoon. The images of what she saw crossed her mind and suddenly Buffy felt sick.

His soft and silky voice wafted to her ears as she heard his inner monologue. “Passion… It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting... And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... Without passion, we'd be truly dead.”

Suddenly it was too much for her. She shot up from her spot on her bed and walked out her door and left the others wondering what the hell just happened. Willow got up and followed her friend quickly on her heels.

“Buffy,” Willow said and reached to grab her friend’s shoulder. “Buffy, wait. What’s wrong?”

“I just had to go to the bathroom,” Buffy lied smoothly.

“Come on, Buffy. What’s wrong?” the redhead pressed.

“I work with him, Willow.”

“You work with Angelus O’Connor,” Willow began to laugh. “You are telling me you work for a pornography productions company. What is really wrong?”

“I am telling you the truth,” Buffy said in complete honesty.

Willow continued to laugh but slowly stopped as she watched Buffy show absolutely no emotion to her laughter. “Are you telling me the truth?!”

“Why would I lie?” Buffy shot back.

“Oh my God, Buffy. I am sorry for not believing in you! Did he say something upsetting to you today or something? Is that why you needed to leave the room?”

“No actually, he says wonderful things to me. He has been really sweet to me even though all he wants to do is get in my pants. He is not a bad guy, thinks mostly with what is below his belt, but not a bad guy none-the-less.”

“Then what is wrong?” Willow sounded confused.

“You know his reputation of being a Man-Whore, right?” Buffy saw Willow nod so she continued. “I sort of walked into his room while he was with someone and it upset me. But the one thing that gets me is that on my first day, I encountered him on set and it didn’t bother me as much as it does right now.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I’m not sure. I think it is because I know how intelligent and a great guy he is now, but that shouldn’t change things, should it?”

“Do you like him?”

“What??” Buffy asked with a deep line down her forehead.

“Are you attracted to him?”

“Of course I am attracted to him. I do have eyes, you know. How couldn’t I think he was sexy?”

“I am just curious if you feel something more than that.”

Buffy stayed silent for a few seconds not knowing how to answer her friend. She did like him but there was something more than that. Every time she was around him, the air seemed to get horribly heavy and she couldn’t breath as well anymore and also there was the bolt of electricity that flowed up her spine when he touched her. “I don’t know, Willow.”

“I’m sure you will figure everything out. You will know soon enough.”

“I sure hope so!” Buffy exclaimed.

“Just tell me one thing, though.”

“What is it?” Buffy asked.

“Even though this makes no difference what so ever to me because I am in no way interested but is he really as big as they say he is?”

“WILLOW!!”

“I’m only curious,” Willow said nonchalantly.

“I am so not having this conversation with you!” Buffy began to laugh.

“Party pooper!” Willow cursed her and laughed along with her friend.

Part 10

Buffy was lucky that she had the next day off of work so she could avoid Angelus one more day before she would have to see him again. Both Xander and Tara left before Willow last night, so that she could talk to Buffy about everything. It felt really good to get all her thoughts and feelings off her chest and Buffy was upset to see the time go so fast and that Willow had to leave.

During her day off, she pampered herself slightly, soaking in a nice hot bath with a romance novel directly beside her. She let the warm water caress her skin and she felt the tense muscles begin to unknot themselves from her tense back and shoulders. Buffy almost wanted to imagine that it was Angelus’ warmth that she was incased in and that his arms would wrap around her petite body and hold on for dear life. But now was not the time for that.

Sighing in pleasure and relaxation, her arm leaned over the side of the porcelain tub, reaching for one of her favorite books, The Dark Highlander. Buffy quickly opened the opening page and her eyes flew over page after page. Something caught her attention as she read. In front of her eyes danced the words, “Clad in black trousers, black boots, a cream fishnet sweater, and a buttery-soft leather coat, he had silky black-as-midnight hair that was pulled back at his nape from a savagely masculine face. Firm, sensual lips, the lower one much fuller than the upper, proud, aristocratic nose, dark, slanted brows, bone-structure a model would die for. A perfectly sculpted dusty of beard shadowed his perfect jaw,” and suddenly Buffy had the urge to throw the book across the bathroom because Angelus’ face entered her mind as soon as she read hero’s description.

Forcefully she flung the book from her hands and submerged herself into the vanilla smelling waters. ‘Why can’t I get away from him?! All that man wants is to get inside my panties!’ Buffy thought to herself. And it didn’t help that she knew that she could not avoid him forever unless she planned to quit her job which wasn’t going to happen if she could help it any.

Buffy reemerged from the water only to look down at her wrinkled hands and knew that it was time to get out and face the day. With a heavy sigh, Buffy stood up from the bath tub, grabbed a towel, and left the bathroom to try to continue her day without thinking about him every other second.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, Buffy smiled happily as she entered the building, hopefully showing everyone, specifically a tall, dark, and handsome man that won’t stop taking charge of her thoughts, that she was just fine. A prickle of uneasiness crawled in her body as soon as she was met with a few grating stares when she came through the door and said hello to everyone.

“Good morning, Wesley,” Buffy greeted cheerfully as she walked past the director.

“Buffy,” he said rather coolly and she found no traces of warmth as soon as she looked into his eyes.

“So, what’s on today’s schedule for shooting?” she asked trying to ignore his response to her.

“You know, I honestly don’t believe I should be talking to you about this. Why don’t you find something to do and get out of my hair?” he snapped at her.

Buffy stared at him in confusion. “What?”

“Don’t talk to me, Ms. Summers. You should scamper off and make yourself useful somewhere. I am pretty sure that you can handle that responsibility.” Wesley looked down upon her like she was vermin and he would not give her the time of day.

Still not understanding his attitude, Buffy continued, “Wesley…”

“That’s Mr. Wyndam-Price to you,” he interrupted.

“Fine… Mr. Wyndam-Price then, what is going on? Why are you acting this way?” Buffy asked. “You were civil to me yesterday, what changed?”

“Some information came into light today about you, which I am certain that you know quite well. And I must say, it changed my opinion about you,” he told her flat out.

“What information?” she sounded exasperated.

“I don’t have time for this,” he fumed. “I have important things to do.” Hastily he stormed off leaving Buffy standing there with her mouth opened in confusion.

“You know, the mouth opened look is not all that becoming on you,” Darla sneered as she strutted past her.

“Good morning, Darla,” Buffy greeted the blonde actress with a faux smile gracing her face.

Darla retorted nothing back before she walked away, not even looking over her shoulder at Buffy. ‘What the hell is going on?’ Buffy asked herself then stormed away, looking for Giles to make things clear for her.

He was nowhere in the studio so Buffy quickly rushed to his office only to find it no on occupying the empty desk. She went back to the front desk to talk to Anya to see if she knew where she could find Giles.

“Anya, is Giles here today?” Buffy asked.

The receptionist looked up from her nails momentarily only to give Buffy a similar glance that she seemed to be receiving from everyone today. “I don’t keep a dog tag on the man, besides that, shouldn’t you know where he is, considering how you got this job?

“What do you mean by that?!” Buffy barely kept herself from screaming.

“He never showed up to work this morning. I think he must have caught the flu that has been going around or was it that you tired him too much last night and he was just too tired to come in?” Anya asked as she continued to examine her nails.

“So he isn’t here today?” Buffy asked.

“I am so proud that you could deduce that much.”

Ignoring her, Buffy went back inside the studio only once again be the center of icy glances and stares. Considering all that she went through for the past week, she knew that she had to talk to Angelus next but before she could storm into his dressing room, a feminine hand reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her to the side.

“Is it true?” Cordy asked as she at her.

“Is what true?” Buffy asked with a hiss in her voice.

“The rumors…”

“What rumors?”

“Because if they are true,” she continued ignoring the question, “you are officially my idol.” Cordy gave her a warm smile and release her shoulder from her grip.

“What is going on this morning?” Buffy asked her in total confusion.

“Some different things came into conversation about you in the studio.”

“What things?”

“That you slept with Giles to get this job and that you are currently out on parole for murdering your mother among other things,” Cordy informed her. “Well, except for the whole murdering your mother thing, everyone must have an angle.”

“Who’s been saying these things?” Buffy demanded.

Cordy shrugged and had the truth written all over her face saying that she had no idea as to who would start things like that.

“Cordy, you must believe me when I say, I didn’t do any of those things,” Buffy pleaded.

“I didn’t think so besides that I don’t think you would want to sleep with Giles before sleeping with Angelus, you just didn’t seem like that kind of girl, but then some impressions can fool you.”

“I am not that kind of girl!” Buffy declared.

“CORDELIA!!!!” a man’s voice screamed, interrupting their conversation. “Where are you?! Oh there you are,” the man sighed as soon as he saw the brunette and the blonde talking.

“Hello David,” Cordy greeted with a smile plastered on her face.

“We need you out there,” he stated then turned towards Buffy. “You must be Buffy,” his voice turned cold. “Cordy, why are you talking to her?”

“Me? Talking to her, no I wasn’t,” she lied smoothly. “She bumped into me and that was about it.” Cordy quickly skirted away from the blonde then walked with the man, not even making a glance back at Buffy.

Buffy stared forward as she saw Cordy turn her face into the man’s ear and whispered loud enough for her to hear. “She is so pathetic.” Betrayal coursed through her heart and tears suddenly began to form inside her eyes. She thought that Cordy might be a friend in here but it seemed like she was wrong.

But Buffy refused to let them see her tears. With a shake of her head, she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and confidently strode from her spot and walked towards Angelus’ room, wanting something to do to keep herself occupied for the day.

She knocked softly on the door before allowing herself to enter. When she walked inside the room was entirely dark and she found no sign of Angelus anywhere. “Angelus?” she said meekly then looked around the room.

“Buffy,” he answered as he solidified from out of the shadows. “What do you want?”

“You know the usual orders for the day should be sufficient. Coffee, wardrobe selection, basic come-ons and put downs,” she smiled back at him.

As quick as lightening he moved to stand directly in front of her so that not even an inch separated their chests. All breath was caught in her throat as she was taken by surprise by his action. She kept her gaze cast upon the small triangle of skin shown on his chest through his unbuttoned shirt, then slowly moved her eyes skyward to meet his.

She was surprised both at the pained look on his face and when he suddenly grabbed her arms and pulled her tightly into his chest. “Did you sleep with him?” he growled.

Buffy could mutter no reply due to her surprise so he pressed on ward. “Did you have sex with him?!” he demanded more forcefully.

Moving her arms suddenly, she hastily removed herself from his touch and said, “What do you think?”

Coming forward once again like a tiger on the prowl, he made her back up so that she was wedged between his muscular form and the door. “Did you??” he asked again as his eyes darkened with Buffy wondered if it was anger and jealously mixed together.

Catching her breath and shaking slightly, Buffy answered, “No. I didn’t sleep with him.”

A look of relief painted his chiseled face and abruptly he framed her face in his strong hands and brought his lips to hers in an unexpected kiss. Waves of emotions flowed through her body as she felt his lips gently caress her own and slightly nibble on them. Before she knew it, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in closer to her body and opened her mouth to lightly run her tongue along his lips.

Sensing her response to him, Angelus swam in her eagerness to kiss him with the same fervor that he wanted to do to her. He took another step forward only to press his hard body and the evidence of his arousal into her pliant softness. She drove him to insanity as he felt her move her hips to rub wantonly against his rapidly constricting pants.

Angelus moved his hands from the side of her face down the length of her body, lightly brushing her full breasts, down her sides to her hips and back towards her ass. While his mouth kept her distracted, secretly his fingers flexed on her skirt covered butt and began to knead her softness expertly.

A sultry moan escaped her mouth and was quickly captured by his as Buffy felt herself start to melt. Breaking their kiss momentarily to catch breath, he panted, “Put your legs around me.” Promptly she did what she was told as he took her mouth again.

Every nerve fiber exploded in Angelus as he felt her rubbing her aching core against his pant-covered hardness. Still holding her close to his body with his hands on her backside, he turned from the door and practically stumbled towards his welcoming bed.

Carefully he lowered her towards the bed and with his weight, pressed her tightly into the soft mattress. His hands moved to where her blouse was tucked into her short skirt, and slowly, he pulled it from its confines and felt the warm, supple skin of her stomach under his hungry fingertips. Her blouse seemed to dissolve in his touch and her blue demi-bra clad breasts were openly bared for his wandering eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear and maneuvered her arms above her head so that he could trace the exquisite line from her hands down to her waist.

Buffy mimicked his motions as her hands found their way up under his silk shirt and started to tear it off of his body. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she answered him as she traced the hard lines of his torso with unsure fingers.

With a smile at her comment, he traced the line down her body with his hands, then continued lower, removing her skirt from off of her silky thighs, leaving her wearing only her bra and panties. Her panties were already dripping wet, prepared for his invasion of her body.

His hands traveled back up her legs and thighs and wrapped around her back in the attempt to unhook her bra and free her breasts. Angelus rolled them over on his bed so that she now laid on top of him without ever breaking their kiss. The bra was promptly discarded as Buffy sat up a little, baring her naked breasts to his gaze. His lips moved from her mouth to trace the line of her jaw, down the smooth column of her throat down towards her chest.

Once again he flipped them over and pinned her body under his. His mouth spent many minutes worshipping each of her breasts, with his tongue slowly and sensuously circling each erect nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast. Buffy whimpered under the fire that flowed through her body and centered deep within the pit of her stomach and burned explosively in the V of her thighs.

Her body arched into his mouth as he traveled from her breasts down her taut stomach, licking inch after inch of skin and then his tongue delve deeply into her navel. A silent scream tore from her throat as he continued his administrations and removed her only obstructing article of clothing.

Angelus raised himself on his hands to look down at the beautiful woman that was lying beneath him. Her heart raced in her chest and she desperately tried to take in breath. He breathed deeply the scent of her arousal as a predatory smile crowded his face as he bent towards her body and kissed the thin, sensitive skin on her hips.

Expertly his tongue, delve through her downy curls, and found the center of her heat. Tenderly he licked her core along with her small bundle of nerves that drove her absolutely insane with every stroke. Buffy couldn’t handle any more as she felt her vaginal muscles clench around his tongue and felt all the stars explode in front of her eyes.

Angelus moved from her core and worked his way back up her body to take her mouth in his once more. After he noticed the glazed look exit her eyes, he leaned down to say, “I told you that I should be the one poking.”

“You seem to have on too much clothing to do that,” she panted as her fingers traced down his stomach to find the button and zipper to his pants. Not to her surprise, she found that he wore nothing underneath his pants as she saw his impressive size fly from its confines.

Quickly Angelus kicked off his pants and sank into her equally naked body and felt her legs circle his waist and lock around his hips. His erection promptly found her slick heat and slowly he penetrated her.

The first few inches for Buffy were somewhat awkward and painful before Angelus stopped momentarily when he reached the barrier for her virginity. He hastily placed his lips on hers as he surged forward and broke through her maidenhead. Her body went rigid as he quickly swallowed her scream of pain and stilled to allow her to adjust herself to him. She was so tight that he felt his eyes slowly begin to cross.

Angelus released her mouth and began to kiss away her tears that streamed down her milky white cheeks and waited for her to indicate that he could start moving one more time. It took all his resolve not to pound into her and spill himself inside, but he knew that he had to do this for her.

Slowly Buffy became pliant in his arms once again and he knew that she was ready for him to move in and out of her. Rhythmically he thrust into her tight heat and felt her pulsate around his engorged length. Her fingernails scraped across his back, tearing into his skin leaving red welt marks in their wake.

Already Buffy had climaxed numerous times and she had never felt so exhausted in her entire life. “Angelus, I can’t,” she whimpered as he continued to push and pull from her.

“Just let go,” he said in a strained whisper and moved his hand between the joined bodies to find her swollen nub. With sure fingers he flicked her clitoris and sent her into another mind numbing orgasm.

That last one was just too much for Angelus to handle and with one last thrust he spilt himself into her and felt her entire body milk everything that was inside him. He collapsed on her and felt their sweat covered bodies come back down to earth after spending an eternity among the clouds.

Angelus refused to pull out of her as both their bodies sunk into oblivion and felt the calling of sleep overcome them.

Part 11

“Congratulations!” a voice hissed that made Buffy’s eyes shoot open and grab the nearest object to cover up her apparent nakedness.

“What are you doing in here, Darla?” Buffy spoke loud enough for the other blonde to hear, but not to wake her napping lover lying next to her. Buffy shifted slightly to sit up to face the actress, but was inhibited to do so because Angelus pinned down most of the lower half of her body.

“I just wanted to say congrats and welcome to the club,” Darla stated nonchalantly as her arms crossed the front of her chest. “So how does it feel to be one among dozens and possibly more?”

“In all actuality, it feels quite good,” Buffy shot back at her and smiled like she could really care what Darla had to say to her. “Thanks for asking and now when you leave, don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.”

“Oooo, feisty one, aren’t you? Possessive too? I wouldn’t feel that way if I were you because you know how you are going to feel as soon as he has no purpose for you any more,” Darla warned. “What good are you to him now that you were that easy to give it up?”

Buffy racked her mind to come up with some witty comment to throw back at her but nothing came to mind. She was well aware of his reputation to take and take and take some more and then leave the leftovers in the trash. Would that happen to her, she had no idea.

“I can tell by your silence that you know I am right. If you wanted a man that you could consider your own, then your judgment about men needs a little attention.”

“It’s not going to be that way,” Buffy whispered under her breath with the hope that her words would be true.

Quietly laughing demonically, “Honey, you are just fooling yourself, I hope you know. You are just another addition to his collection, what makes you think you are so special?”

“You don’t know anything!” Buffy sneered and raised her voice slightly causing Angelus to stir momentarily. “What right do you have…”

“Sarah, come back to bed,” Angelus said softly in his sleep as he turned and shifted off Buffy’s body.

Buffy’s body went rigid with horror and shock as soon as she heard the words come out of Angelus’ mouth. Tears began to well in her eyes as she looked over at Darla who was now bent over, barely suppressing her laughter from bursting out and rocking the walls. “I truly hope that he wasn’t your first,” she laughed flat out.

Buffy’s chin fell to her chest as she felt her tears trace searing stains down her cheeks as she thought of the horrible mistake that she had just made. Angelus had made her feel completely wonderful and unique, there was nothing that Buffy could have done to prevent him from capturing her heart as well as her body in their moment of passion. He held her heart without even knowing it and now he was breaking it.

“HE WAS, WASN’T HE?!” Darla’s laugh suddenly got more harsh and painful. “You should be very proud of yourself!”

No longer being able to take more… more of Darla’s cruelty… more of the memory of Angelus making love to her… more of anything, Buffy sprang from the bed swiftly, grabbing her clothes off the floor as she ran and quickly made her way into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she could still hear Darla laugh behind the closed door.

Buffy shuffled across the tiled floor, only to sit upon the toilet while she clutched her clothing to her chest and rocked softly as she openly sobbed. She just had given something of herself that could never be taken back to a man that used women like this as if they were toilet paper.

But she made one command to herself as she sat there; she would not let him know how much she was hurting right now. With a determined breath, she wiped away her tears from her eyes and stood up to put on her clothing. Moving quickly made the soreness that throbbed between her legs increase in pain, Buffy looked down only to see that faint traces of her blood graced the inside of her thighs.

‘That’s normal, isn’t it?’ she thought to herself and grabbed a Kleenex to wet down and wash away her blood.

Buffy cleaned herself up, put back on her clothes, and splashed water on her face to calm her weary nerves. Hearing that Darla was no longer in Angelus’ room, she exited the bathroom only to see Angelus still sleeping peacefully on the bed where she left him. She snorted angrily at him then stormed out the room, swearing under her breath that she hoped whoever that Sarah girl was that she would come back as angry as Buffy right now and remove his manhood with a very dull object.

~ ~ ~

“Gunn!” Wesley cried out as his eyes scanned the room searching for the handsome African American.

“What up, G?” he answered back as he walked toward his director wearing a pair of baggy khaki pants and a soft cotton shirt with the top button undone

“Where is Angelus?” Wesley asked. “It is nearly one o’clock in the afternoon and I need him for a scene soon.”

“Haven’t seen him lately,” Gunn replied truthfully.

“Well, would you be so kind as to go and venture off a search for him. You know, search in the normal places… his dressing room, particularly his bed, or in a broom closet somewhere.”

“Why can’t you do it?” the black man asked.

“Because he is your friend and you have already experienced walking in on Angelus when he is currently occupied. Besides that I asked you nicely.”

“Whatever,” Gunn rolled his eyes then stormed away and walked toward Angelus’ room.

As soon as he reached the shut door, Gunn didn’t even bother to knock before he waltzed straight inside, uninvited. His eyes could not believe the sight that was in front of him-- Angelus laid on top of the bed, completely sound asleep and there was evidence that he had a companion in bed with him before but why would he be there and not her. That was not Angelus to be asleep still after his conquest left.

“Angel man,” Gunn called as he walked over to his friend to wake him. “Get up!!”

At the sound of the deep man’s voice, Angelus jerked awake and promptly moved an arm over to shield the woman that was supposed to be lying next to him. He was utterly confused when he reached over to find nothing but cold bed sheets. “Where is she?” he asked still groggy with sleep.

“Where is who?” Gunn asked back.

“Buffy,” Angelus answered shortly.

“No wonder why she left early,” Gunn thought aloud. “She left about an hour ago. There was little to nothing that she could do plus it doesn’t help that no one can trust her in here.”

“She already left?”

“Yea. She seemed a little cold after this morning; I just wondered what caused her to act like that. You slept with her.”

“Did she go home?” Angelus asked.

“Probably. How the hell am I supposed to know? If I kept tags on all the girls that you have had in here, my day would never get dull tracking the thousands down. I must say that I am shocked to see you like this.”

“Like what?”

“’The Man Who Has On-Going Stamina’ being practically knocked unconscious by our newest co-worker. She must be pretty good.”

At that statement, Angelus shot up from bed gripping Gunn by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close into his face and growled in warning. “Don’t talk like that about her again.”

In peace, Gunn’s hands flew up in surrender. “Hey, I was just saying. Cordy is enough for me to handle, I don’t think I could take any more.”

“Good,” Angelus barked.

“Well, my man. Wesley needs you in a few minutes so I suggest get your sorry ass out of this bed and get ready.” Gunn straightened himself out and turned to walk towards the door. Before walking out of the door, he had to ask one more question. “Did you say something to Buffy to upset her?”

“No,” Angelus said confidently because he knew he would say nothing consciously that could hurt her in any way. He valued her too much to hurt her. “At least I don’t think so, but I plan to find out what happened.”

“Good… See you out here in a few.”

“Bye,” Angelus said then stood up and walked towards his closet. His mind was filled with everything that just had happened and he had no idea why she would leave his bed so soon. If he at least half affected her of how much she affected him, she would not be able to move for the next few hours from exhaustion. Something happened this morning that he could not explain, something changed deep within him and he had absolutely no idea what it was. All he knew is that he never wanted it to end.

Part 12

As soon as Buffy got home, she couldn’t have been more thankful that Dawn was still at school and she had the entire house to herself. Blissful silence was the exact remedy to the screaming sounds inside her heart.

“Fuck!” she muttered under her breath as the thoughts continued to come. The look on everyone’s faces when she came in this morning, the prediction of what they will look like tomorrow after the fact of her sleeping with Angelus finds all their ears, and the worst of all her thoughts was that of Angelus looking entirely peaceful as he said another woman’s name after she had slept with him.

Wearily she climbed up the stairs to her room and shut the door behind her as soon as she stepped inside. Abruptly she saw herself in the mirror across the room and was startled by the sight that she saw in front of her. Beyond her rumpled clothing, she noticed something about herself that earlier this morning was not there; it wasn’t something that jumped out and commanded your attention, but something subtle that Buffy could not ignore.

She glowed.

There was a soft blush across her face and the skin along the rest of her body just looked different somehow. Buffy removed the suit jacket that covered the top of her blouse and stared at her image once again. More of her skin was shown through the soft ivory blouse and Buffy moved her hand along the opened part of her shirt just under her throat. As her hand went down the front of her shirt, she slowly unbuttoned it and pulled it open to expose her chest.

Her hands now traced her open abdomen, feeling her skin under timid fingertips and resting upon the places that Angelus caressed with his hands and lips. She closed her eyes and felt with her hands and slowly she imagined that Angelus’ hands had replaced her own and moved across her skin.

‘STOP!!!’ she commanded herself as she threw her arms to her sides and clenched her fists tightly as her eyes flew open, thus ending her dream. “Fuck!” she yelled again then flopped backward on the bed and tried to shut her mind from all thoughts of him.

~ ~ ~

The day seemed never-ending as Angelus waited until he could leave the studio and find Buffy. Something bad must have happened to her for her to leave so suddenly without telling him off first. ‘What happened?’ he asked himself.

‘Well, you slept with her without even kissing her a few times before the day, you have a reputation for being a ladies man, you never have had a lasting relationship in your entire existence on this earth, need I continue?’ a little voice in the back of his head scolded him repetitively, but he quickly pushed those thoughts into the back of his brain in the attempt to ignore them.

‘I have to talk to her!’ he stated and returned back to his previous actions of staring at the nearest clock hoping to will it to turn faster.

~ ~ ~

Only a few hours later, Angelus was released and hopped into his convertible and sped towards Buffy’s house. Being the actor, inside his head he practiced a few things to say to her when he saw her but all sounded incredibly pathetic so he decided that they best course of action would be to fly by the seat of his pants, or maybe the front if needs be.

When reaching Buffy’s driveway, he turned off the engine and stepped out confidently, knowing that Buffy would have to listen to him. Tentatively he knocked on the door, and then shoved his hands deep into pockets while he waited.

The door opened to reveal to Angelus’ eyes, a beautiful brunette girl that Buffy had mentioned to him as her sister, Dawn. “You must be Dawn,” he said smoothly as a curious look painted her face.

“Are you Angelus? The guy who drove Buffy home last week?” she asked.

“Whatever she told you about me, you can just ignore it,” he smiled at her with his classic half-smile.

“I don’t think that will be a problem with me,” she informed him. “I tend to ignore her anyway, why should I start listening now?”

“Is she here?” he asked.

Nodding her head, Dawn replied, “Yea, she’s upstairs right now doing whatever she normally does up there. Would you like to come in?”

“Thank you,” Angelus greeted as he stepped into the door and past Buffy’s little sister. “Do you think it is alright for me to go upstairs?”

“Sure, but no monkey business up there. I may be young but I do watch the Real World and have ears to hear everything that you two do up there,” she threatened.

“Alright, Mom,” Angelus chuckled softly.

“My mom used to tell me that when Buffy and I were younger and had to go to bed. Usually we stayed up for hours yelling at each other for the dumbest things. I miss that sometimes.”

“Miss it, why would you miss it?” he asked in confusion.

“My mom died a few months ago, it’s been really hard on both of us.” Reading the surprise on his face at the revelation, she continued, “Didn’t Buffy tell you?”

Shaking his head, “No, she didn’t.”

“No matter, she was probably planning on telling you sometime due to the fact that she thinks about you all the time.”

“Really, she said that?” A devious smile spread across his face as he thought about that idea.

“Not really, but I’m her sister, she reads like a book most of the time. When she bites her lower lip, which means she is thinking about something serious or is nervous about something. She’s been doing that lately since she met you,” Dawn informed him nonchalantly.

“I’ll remember that fact,” Angelus nodded his head and started to walk up the stairs but quickly turned back to ask one more question. “Which room is Buffy’s?”

“Second one on the left,” Dawn stated the walked away to return back to the TV show that she was watching before.

Angelus went straight up to Buffy’s door and lightly tapped on the hardwood, waiting for Buffy to answer him. Hearing nothing, he knocked one more time before letting himself in.

His entire body began to harden as soon as he saw the image in front of her body. She lay on her back on the top of her bed sheets; the skirt that she worn earlier bunched higher up on her thighs and her blouse was opened. He watched as her chest fell and rose with her breathing, as she lay asleep.

Tiptoeing silently next to her bed, he sat down softly close to her body making sure he didn’t disturb her slumber. A strand of hair fell across her forehead as she stirred slightly, sweeping her soft skin. With his sure fingers, he pushed back the offensive strand and placed it back behind her ear. Her skin felt so warm and silky under his touch, he suddenly felt the urge to trace his hands not just on her face but also down her perfect body.

His entire body was magnetized towards hers and he could no longer withstand the draw to pull her lips to his. Bending down, he lightly kissed her and felt her awaken slowly under her administrations.

Unconsciously she opened her mouth slightly to accept the light probing of his tongue in her mouth, which she quickly parried, with her tongue playing with his. Before he knew what was happening to him, he felt her pulling him on top of her.

Buffy kept her eyes tightly closed knowing that as soon as she would open them, her dream would end and he would leave her. She shut out that reality and quickly sunk into the one that she was currently experiencing. But then this dream felt too real and it confused her.

Timidly she opened her eyes and much to her surprise she found Angelus, still clothed, nestled firmly between her bent knees and between her thighs, kissing her neck softly and pulling her skin tenderly between his teeth.

“Angelus?” she spoke softly.

Hearing her voice, he stopped what his kiss and pushed up on his hands to look into her eyes. “Hey,” he purred faintly as he smiled down at her.

“GET OFF OF ME!” she grumbled and turned to throw him off of her and onto the hard ground next to her bed.

Shocked he looked up at her from the ground and wondered what the hell just happened. “Buffy, what’s going on?”

“You tell me,” she shot back.

“Buffy, I don’t understand.”

“Understand this… You touch me again and I swear I will kill you!” she threatened.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Like you care,” Buffy shook in anger.

“If I did, I am sorry,” he said sincerely.

“Your apologize is worth nothing if you don’t know how or why you hurt me so save it!”

“Buffy, please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded as he stood up on his feet and Buffy sat up squarely on the edge of her bed. “I need to know, baby.”

“I am not your ‘baby,’” she scolded and stood up to face him. “So don’t even try it!”

Angelus reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her closer into his body. “Buffy please, don’t make me beg, but if you want me to, I will.”

“You are already low, don’t sink any much further by doing that,” she sighed and turned her gaze from his face. “Who’s Sarah?”

“Sarah?” he inquired.

“Oh you know, probably one of your many women that you just happened to say her name after we had sex.”

“Buffy, if I said that, I didn’t mean to because I didn’t know what I was doing. And we didn’t just have sex, we made love.”

“Yeah, you say that all the time Dr. Love Monkey. Swinging from one tree to the next plucking as many pieces of ripe fruit before getting bored and swing to another. Don’t waste your time with the sweet talk, I have tasted it and it gave me a cavity.”

“Buffy…”

“If you even try to say that it will be different here, I don’t want to know. I know that it was stupid of me to fall for you like that and now I gave up something to you that I can never take back.”

“Buffy…” he started to say but then was interrupted again.

“I think you should leave.”

“No, I’m not going until we’ve talked about this.”

“I don’t want to hear it, just leave Angelus,” she commanded again in a faint yet confident voice as she stepped back to put more space between them. “Please…”

Nodding his head dejectedly, he turned around and walked out her door but before he exited he said one more thing. “I’m not sorry for what we did Buffy. I could never be ashamed of that, but I am sorry for however I hurt you,” he whispered gently then left Buffy alone in the room.

Part 13

“Buffy!” Giles yelled the next morning while Buffy attempted to pour coffee into her mug to wake up. Startled by his sudden entrance, Buffy’s hand accidentally slipped and she poured coffee down her hand and her wrist.

“Fuck!!” Buffy shouted out as the burning coffee clung to her skin.

“I’m sorry,” Giles said softly as he watched the young blonde cross the room to find the ladies room to run her hand under some cold water. He waited by the bathroom door for her to come out and when she did, he promptly picked up her hand and began to examine the reddened flesh. “You ok?”

“I’ve been better,” she admitted through gritted teeth as Giles probed her hand and making the pain start to throb again.

“I can understand. Buffy, I don’t know if you heard but there are some pretty interesting rumors going around about you…”

“Yeah, I slept with you to get this job, I killed my mother and is currently out on parole for it, yadda yadda yadda,” Buffy rolled her eyes at her boss and started to laugh.

“Sleep with Angelus, you forgot to add that one,” he laughed openly. “I honestly don’t know where they come up with these things!”

Buffy’s laughter suddenly turned from sincerity to forced after what he said. “Oh yeah, big lies all of them,” she aid then stopped laughing. “Do you know where they came from?”

“I’m not sure. This sort of thing comes with the business. Someone says something, then it spreads like wildfire.”

Buffy nodded her head and said, “I understand.”

“I just wanted to clear things up with you,” Giles said openly. “If you want to know, Angel has been waiting for you all morning.”

“Yea! I might actually have some work to do!” Buffy said rather sarcastically.

“I don’t know if you want to think like that. You should be cautious of what Angel wants you to do for him, or might say to him.”

“I’ll remember that,” Buffy muttered under her breath and watched Giles walk away to do whatever he did all day long.

With a deep intake of breath, Buffy made her way to Angelus’ dressing room and knocked lightly on the door. From inside she could hear him bid her to come in, so without much thought she opened the door to once again see Angelus completely in the nude. “Oh hello Buffy didn’t think you would be here yet.”

“And I see you put on your best suit just in case I come in early, I see,” she retorted back with ice still in her voice.

“I do look best in my birthday suit, I must say,” he looked down, enjoying the view as he looked from his toned body to Buffy. “I know that you like me this way best so I come to please.”

“In your dreams,” she shot back as color flowed into her cheeks. Before he could say another word, she walked over to where he had his robe draped across the back of a chair and quickly threw it back at him. “Save it.”

“Believe me, I have an infinite shelf-life, I’ll wait forever.”

“Good luck to you then,” she wished then turned to walk up to this closet to pick out another outfit for today. “So, do we have leather chaps and handcuffs today?”

“Please,” he begged as he walked next to her and grabbed her shoulders to turn and face him. “Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I don’t like hurting you.”

“Just saying that to try to get in my pants again, sorry but I have officially been used and put off the market to you. I am sure it won’t be difficult for you to fill my position as one of the many.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why, because it is true?” she cocked an eyebrow at him. “Angel, I won’t be one of your toys, I couldn’t take it.”

“Whoever said that you were a toy to me?”

“Pretty much deduced it by myself.”

“What would you say if I told you that something happened to me yesterday that makes things a little different between us? Something special that would turn my world around and make me see differently about our relationship?”

“I would need proof to see that you would be telling the truth if you actually believe that something different happened. I judge people not by their words but also their actions and right now, you have done nothing to give me faith in you…”

“Then, I will earn it.”

“Good luck buddy. I don’t sway easily.”

Angelus smiled deviously and took a step closer to whisper in her ear, “Believe me when I say, I know your weakest points intimately.” His hands moved from her shoulders and along her collarbones, feeling her softness underneath his gentle touch. They cradled the smooth column of her throat and finally rested upon her cheeks as his lips tantalizingly kissed her earlobe and her jawline just below her ear.

Buffy could barely suppress a moan that threatened to escape her throat and the fact that her knees were slowly turning into jell-o. Her hands were kept firmly to her sides as to not cradle his face and to keep it where it was and continue with what his mouth was doing, but she knew that it was too soon to forgive him. She bent her arms and placed the palms of her hands on the bared skin in the V of the robe, in her mind to try to push him away but in her heart, she wanted to feel him once more. As she began to melt from his touch, she came closer into his body and felt the hard ridge of his arousal press into her abdomen. She knew it was time to walk away but her feet seemed not to be working at the moment.

Letting her mind take charge this time, she pushed him away and took a few steps backward to get away from him. “Not so smooth, slick. You still have a wait a long time before I let anything happen.”

“You want to kill me, don’t you? You are taking pleasure from my pain.”

“One of the many perks in my day!” she smiled seductively and walked past him. “I suggest you fix your little problem, you got there,” she mentioned as she pointed towards his crotch. “The bathroom is right over there.”

“Want to help?”

“Not right now but I will give you a little assistance. Just use your imagination and let your hands do the work,” she tossed over her shoulder and stormed out of his dressing room.

Part 14

Never once in her entire life did Buffy feel as much temptation as she did right now, especially not for that long of a period of time. For the next few weeks, she and Angel kept a strictly business-like relationship but the sexual tormenting was a never-ending presence when they were in the same room, quite possibly the same building.

Parry, thrust… Parry, thrust…

He would make some random comment with their ever-present sexual undertones, which she would promptly ignore then shoot back at him before each could bat an eye. Their games were playing on both their patience and nerves, but Buffy refused to give into him too early. She wanted him to suffer and she could think of no better way of setting the punishment.

Buffy kept up with her duties rather well in this entire situation but Angel was not fairing so well. Over the time, certain things came into focus for those around him; particularly Darla had been noticing differences in her co-star.

He seemed distracted all the time, brooding more that his usual pattern then only to break out of his actions when that Buffy woman was close to him. She noticed that he started to get that look in his eye, the hungry and lustful one not just for a woman’s body, but for something else in there. And it was starting to really get on her nerves! She had tried so hard to start those rumors about the new employee, wishing that she would get fired but her efforts remained fruitless because Buffy still had her job.

In her typical nosey self, she decided it was time to bring up the issue to some other people hoping that maybe they had noticed the problem also. Walking up to Wesley, she pulled him aside to talk to him privately. “Hey Wes, have you been noticing something different about Angelus recently?”

“Such as?”

“I don’t know…” she sighed loudly. “Not being too interesting in our scenes together, becoming even more brooding than ever before, you know stuff like that?”

“I have noticed a few minor details but nothing to write home about,” he informed her with an analyzing glare. “But if it something comes to my attention and I start to be concerned, then I will say something to him.”

“Isn’t it better to come out and say something now before things get any worse than they are now?” she whined slightly.

“I’ll bring it up to him later on today.”

“Why not now?? We are scheduled to do a scene together later on today and I think it is best to hear us before that,” she pleaded.

“All right, Darla,” Wes reluctantly agreed and followed the blonde in the search for Angelus.

Not her surprise, Darla found Angel talking to Buffy and Gunn next to the coffee maker in one of the offices adjoining the studio.

“Ah, Angel, there you are!” Wes greeted with a smile on his face as he and Darla approached him. “Can we have a moment of you time?”

“I guess that would be my cue to go, wouldn’t it?” Buffy smiled meekly. “I will talk to you later.” Looking back at Angel before walking away, she smiled a little brighter as she put a little extra sway of her hips into her walk hoping to draw Angel’s attention a little more.

“Should I get gone, too?” Gunn asked.

“Only for a moment,” Wes assured him. Gunn nodded his head and walked away only to stop close enough to eavesdrop into their conversation.

“So, Wes, what’s up?”

“I don’t know if you have noticed this yourself, Angel, but lately your work and focus hasn’t been up to par in the last week or so,” Wes started to inform him but was cut-off by Darla who wanted to add her two cents in.

“It is really somewhat bothersome,” she told him.

Angel shrugged his shoulders slightly at his director. “I haven’t noticed anything different.”

“It is not all that noticeable in my opinion but if it comes a cause for concern, I just wanted to let you know now, just in case.”

“You should honestly start working on that for our scene together later on. If you want to, I can help you practice for it,” Darla offered.

“No thanks,” Angel said. “I’ll work on this alone.”

“Whatever,” she snapped at him. “But if you change your mind, you know where I’ll be.” She winked at him then turned to walk back to her own dressing room.

As soon as she was out of sight, Wes continued their conversation. “Like I said before, there has only been a few minor things that I have noticed but nothing all that eye opening.”

“Like what kind of things?”

“Well, one thing I can say even though you still do a wonderful job, I don’t get the impressing that you like having sex with Darla anymore. You’ve never been that way before so I was just curious as to why.”

“I’m not sure,” Angel lied as he shook his head. He knew exactly what had gotten into him… a petite blonde with eyes the color of green meadows. She had gotten under his skin and there was no way to get her out even though he never would try. He like where she was, now only if she would sleep with him again, everything would be so much better.

“As soon as you figure out, resolve it. Your career might become in jeopardy if you don’t,” Wes threatened then walked away from Angel leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Lost in thought, Angel made his way to his dressing room with Gunn hot on his heels and barging into his room to talk about what he overheard. “Angel man, what was that all about?”

“Nothing important,” Angel said shortly.

“This wouldn’t happen to be about Buffy and how you two have been acting around each other lately?” Gunn asked. “What has she done to you?”

“Officially driven me crazy,” Angel admitted openly as he rubbed his face harshly with his hands.

“I can almost guarantee that you have done the same to her. Why don’t you hop on that shit and ride it till dawn?”

“Because we’ve already slept with each other and she won’t do it again until I earn her trust again.”

“Holy shit!!! Has someone finally tamed the wild beast?” Gunn started to laugh. “She has you on one of the shortest leashes available. What makes her so different from all the others?”

“Just something. Something that I can’t explain, just this feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that hastily travels to my dick whenever I am around her. But not in the way that is usual for everyone else, this is somehow different.”

“You are so sad,” Gunn chuckled as he put a hand on his friend’s shoulder in assurance.

“Just don’t tell anyone right now, I have a reputation to uphold you know.”

“Why do I have a feeling that you don’t really care about that?”

“Probably because you are right.”

~ ~ ~

Later on that day, Angel donned on his robe just after appearing naked in front of Buffy just one more time before walking to the bedroom scene that the studio had built for the set.

Both he and Darla disrobed and hopped into the bed, waiting for the director to make his rounds and tell them where exactly that should place themselves.

“Ok Angel, you just lie there on bottom and Darla sit on top of him with your knees right alongside his hips. As soon as you guys are ready we’ll begin the scene.” Wes waited for his two actors to nod their heads and returned back to sit behind the camera to see the footing as it was being filmed.

“Ok, everyone… ACTION!!!” he yelled then watched as Angel and Darla quickly got into character.

“So how long are you going to hunt me down?” Darla asked huskily as she ran her hands up and down Angel’s bare chest.

“As long as it takes,” he admitted. “You need to be stopped.”

“By you!?” she asked incredulously. “Hardly!”

“I’ll get you one of these days…”

“And if I try to stop you?” she asked as she leaned forward to press her breasts into his chest and kissing him lightly on the lips.

“How would you do that?” he asked intrigued.

“I have my ways,” she hissed as she moved her hands underneath the pillows and pulled out a set of handcuffs that happened to be so conveniently placed right in her reach. She pulled his arms above his head and promptly handcuffed him to the headboard to the bed. “I think this should hold you, at least for a little while.”

“Just be wary when I get these off, you’ll be sorry,” he said erotically as he lifted his hips slightly off the bed to rub against her increasingly wet pussy.

“You can punish me all you want,” she retorted back and bent down to take his lips with hers again.

As the scene began to progress, reality began to slip away from Angel’s eyes and soon he started to imagine that it was another woman that was doing this to him. He dreamt of Buffy’s small and shy hands traveling along his body, not Darla’s.

With the image of Buffy in his mind, that is when he truly started to get back into the role and have it mean something to him.

~ ~ ~

Buffy was barely able to stomach yet one more of his scenes with Darla. The green-eyed monster of jealousy began to creep inside her skin at the sight of Angel and Darla together.

For many long seconds, she was forced to close her eyes and when she did so, she started to dream that it was herself in his arms. She felt her pulse and breathing go faster and feel the juices start to collect in her panties. With great difficulty she suppressed a moan as she thought of him making love to her again.

“BUFFY!” she heard him pant her name in her reverie with her eyes closed. But before taking the dream any further, she violently shook her head and opened her eyes to find that everyone was staring directly at her.

“Ummm… What’s going on?” she asked in confusion.

Gunn stalked straight over to Buffy side and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’re secret is out.”

Facing him, she inquired, “What secret?”

“That you and Angel have been together.”

“Oh My God… Who told?”

“I don’t really think anyone said, per se. I think everyone came to that conclusion as soon as Angel panted your name in the middle of the scene up there,” Gunn pointed to the bed where she found Angel looking straight at her with apology written in his eyes as Darla shot daggers at her.

Buffy’s cheeks had never felt so hot in her entire life as she saw everyone continue to stare at her. “I… I ummm…” she started to say but was quickly intermittent by Darla jumping up and storming out of the set.

“I CAN’T WORK LIKE THIS!!!” she yelled and ran off into her dressing room.

“Me neither,” Buffy whispered to herself and made her way towards the bathroom in the hopes that she will drain some of her embarrassment off of her face.

Part 15

“Giles… Giles!” Darla called as she stormed from her dressing room, now fully clothed. It took her only a few minutes to him and when she did, she stomped into his office and slammed the door behind her catching his attention with the loud bang.

“Ah Darla… How lovely it is to see you,” he greeted superciliously.

“Cut the proverbial bullshit. I want her gone!!”

“Who?” Giles asked but was perfectly aware to whom she was referring to.

“The new director’s assistant—that Buffy girl!” Darla fumed while she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.

“What has she done to you?”

“It doesn’t matter what she has done,” she shook her head at him. “The important thing is that if she doesn’t go, that I am leaving.”

“Is that a threat?” Giles slowly stood from behind his desk.

“Not just a threat, it’s a guarantee!! And I am quite positive my lawyer will have a field day over the court battle of your breech of my contract. I remember specifically a segment of my contract that says if you would have any involvement in the slander of my character, I am within my legal rights to sue you. Believe me when I say, there will not be one newspaper in the world that won’t hear about your attitude towards me.”

“You wouldn’t!” Giles started to become enraged.

Walking closer to the front of his desk, she reached over and placed her hand on the phone, pausing momentarily for dramatic purposes. “I plan to sue the pants straight off your tweed covered body. I will tell you this once and only once… There is only one more thing I love other than fucking a fine, tuned man, and that is fucking with someone else’s mind or pocketbook.”

The blood in Giles’ veins slowly began to bubble into a boil as he heard her words. ‘How dare she threaten him like this?!’ he silently seethed and watched how she tenderly began to life the phone off the receiver.

Without reservation, Giles caught her hand in his and slammed it back down on the receiver. “Don’t do that.”

“I won’t if and only if you get rid of that Buffy… TODAY!” she commanded then flew out of the room as quickly as she came.

With a heavy sigh on his lips, he picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers before getting transferred to Anya at the front desk. “Giles?” she answered.

“Anya, I need to go find Buffy Summers and bring her into my office.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?” she whined.

“Anya, please. Just do it.”

“Whatever,” she huffed then abruptly ended their conversation. Giles hung up the phone and slumped onto his chair as his head began to pound. There was really no reason why to fire Buffy but the company didn’t need any lawsuits brought up against it. They had always walked a fine line with all their business ventures and now was not the time to bare them to the general public.

He leaned over his desk, placing his elbows on the tabletop while his fingers traced circles on his temple attempting to relieve the pressure building inside his skull.

~ ~ ~

With no words, Anya came behind Buffy, grabbing her by the arm and pulled her into Giles office then shoved her into the door without saying so much as a peep.

“Ow!” Buffy stated as she rubbed her arm then looked forward to see a very disgruntled and tired Englishman. “Did you need to talk to me, or something?”

“Yes, ummm… Buffy, would you take a seat?” Giles greeted as he stood up and pointed toward the chair that sat in front of his chest. “You are probably wonder why you were brought in here.”

“Dragged I would say is the more descriptive term,” she joked lightly trying to lessen the depressive mood of the room.

Wryly smiling at the blonde, Giles removed the glasses from his face and cleaned them expertly which the starched white handkerchief from his pocket. “Buffy, you have done a wonderful job in the past couple of weeks considering your lack of experience in this type of business and even though it pains me to say this, we won’t be needing your services any more.”

“Are you firing me??” Buffy asked in confusion.

“I’m truly sorry, Buffy but yes.”

“What? Why?”

“Company politics, I’m afraid to say. I know that is not the explanation that you require but that is all I can really say,” he shook his head and gripped his hands tightly on top of his desk.

“Giles, please… I need this job, can’t you do anything?”

“I’m so sorry but there is nothing I can do.” And boy did he wish there was something he could do. It was such a shame that a good person like Buffy could be manipulated by such people as Darla, it is almost sickening.

Buffy’s gaze was cast down to the floor as she felt tears begin to form in her eyes. Her whole body trembled in anger and sadness over this whole ordeal. She liked this job and it gave every opportunity to provide for her sister and now it was all gone. “So, I guess this is goodbye,” she whispered and forced her shaking legs to stand.

“Buffy, wait.” He stalled her from walking out his door. “If there was something that I could do, I would do it.”

“I believe you,” she stated then walked out of his office while she let the tears fall down on her cheeks. She tried to hold them back but she just couldn’t. Blindly she ran from the door only to be stopped by Angel, who grabbed her arms and forced her to look into his face.

“Buffy what’s wrong?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“Angel, I… I ummm… I have to go, I won’t see you tomorrow so goodbye,” she told him curtly then tore herself from his hands and stormed out of the building on her way towards her car.

In wonderment of what could have upset her so much, Angel found his way into Giles’ office to confront his boss. “Giles, what happened with Buffy?”

“Darla threatened to leave if I didn’t fire her and if she would leave, she said that she would sue the company for our response to her.”

“Who cares about Darla??? This company had a great worker in Buffy; we need her! I need her!”

“Angelus, there is nothing that I could have done. I am sorry,” Giles apologized one more time as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I got to go and see if she is all right,” Angel said then practically sprinted out of the office. He almost made it to the doors to the building before Darla stood in his way, thus blocking his way towards Buffy.

“Where are you going, lover?” she asked.

“I’m going to see Buffy, if you don’t mind,” he told her then attempted to push her out of the way.

“Why would you want to see her? She isn’t the one that is willing to give you what you need,” Darla said as her hand moved towards his pants and grabbed his pant-covered crotch. Angel promptly threw her off of him and took a step back to stare indignantly at her.

“Did you get Buffy fired?” he asked.

“Of course, she was getting in the way. I thought that she would have left after you fucked her for the first time when we had a little girly chitchat. She seemed so upset, I thought I had her then but oh no, she came back and now she is annoying.”

“How could you?” his eyes became slits as he stared at her.

Sighing in irritation, she admitted to him openly, “I was bored.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“Well if you believe anything, you need to believe me when I say you can’t leave until we are done shooting for today and due to my calculations, we have many hours to go.”

“I don’t care!” he stormed then strutted past her not wanting to hear any more from her.

Without much further ado, he jumped into his convertible and sped his way towards Buffy’s house.

~ ~ ~

As soon as Buffy got in her front door, she quickly went up to her room and lay upon her bed letting the tears flow unabated. She reached across her bed and collected a strand of pearls that her mother had given her as a present as they lay on top of her nightstand and firmly clutched them to her chest.

“I wish you were here,” she muttered between sobs. “I can’t do this.”

Her fingers intertwined in the strand, feeling each individual bead as she rolled them between her fingers. She was so caught up in her sadness and tears that she didn’t even hear the sound of the front door opening and closing and someone coming up the stairs and then into her room.

“Buffy,” Angel called her name and slid across her bed. Hearing him call her name, she promptly sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the side of his neck that met his shoulder and felt brand new tears begin to fall. “Shush,” he comforted her as he stroked her silky tresses.

“Angel, what am I going to do now?” she asked as she started to feel better as the heat from his body, soothed her sadness. “I needed that job to support my sister. My mom died a few months ago and I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry Buffy, you’ll figure everything out and if you need anything, just let me know,” he said still stroking her hair.

“Can you do something for me, Angel?”

“Anything.”

“Make love to me,” she pleaded quietly. “Help me forget everything for a while, please.” She took her face from his shoulder to look deep into his chocolate brown orbs.

“Are you sure, Buffy?” he asked.

“Please, Angel, I need you.”

Hearing her beg for his touch was too much for him. He could not deny anything that she wished when she looked at him in that way. Totally willing and completely beautiful, she sat before him giving herself to him one more time.

With a deep groan, his lips sealed upon hers and he felt her entire body become pliant to his administrations. He was quick and smooth with his actions of removing her clothing from her body and baring everything to his hungry gaze as she lay underneath him.

Her fingers worked nimbly to unbutton his shirt and peel it gently from the large expanse of his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Both worked together to remove Angel’s pants from his legs but he promptly stopped her from taking off his boxer shorts while still not breaking their passionate kiss.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a pant as he still kept on that barrier between their bodies.

“You want to forget for a moment,” he paused momentarily to see her nod her head, “then trust me.”

Buffy bared everything to him and trusted him fully as he reached up to grab the stand of pearls that lay on top of the bed sheets. With quick and sure hands, he moved them across her breasts using them to erotically massage her breast as his mouth lusciously lapped the nipple on her other breast into a firm bud.

After giving much attention to each breast with the gentle massage with the pearls and his tongue lick and suck each of her nipples, he pulled the pearls down her body, using the beads to spin across the soft, smooth skin of her taut stomach.

With every inch the necklace traveled lower, his mouth and hands quickly followed tasting and feeling every part of her. Angel slid down the bed as he came closer and closer to her dripping heat. As he arrived at her core, he spread her legs open a little wider, baring every secret part of her to his hungry eyes. Placing hot, searing kisses along the thin skin of her lips, he slowly made his way towards her heat and began to nibble and lick every inch of her that was exposed.

His tongue penetrated her and felt her vaginal muscles begin to pulsate around his wandering tongue. Buffy was completely lost in her response to him that she caught herself in a thick haze of passion and sensuality and she had no idea what he was planning to do next.

Suddenly, much to her surprise, she felt herself start to feel erotically full as he began to push each and every bead slowly into her tight sheath. Her hips jumped up off the bed in shock of the invasion as Angel’s firm hands soothed her nervousness with experience.

“Trust me,” he said to her again as he continued to push the pearl necklace into her.

Only a few more inches to go and Buffy would take all of it inside her. Angel’s control was on the brink of disintegrating as he watched her struggle under the pleasure that he was giving to her. When it was all in, he crawled back up her body and took her lips with his once more.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Oooooo,” she moaned in response to him for no words could be formed in her mind right now.

“Just wait,” he breathed heavily and reached between her thighs to grab the strand that lay inside her. Bead by excruciating bead, he pulled the pearls from her. Each pearl was specially placed to graze each of her most sensitive spots. Violently she shuddered under him as he continued to tantalize her with his administrations.

“Angel, HURRY!!” Buffy began to scream as she felt her entire body being ripped into pieces. She thrashed under him trying to tell him that she can’t handle any more but he paid no heed to her actions for he wanted to hold on for a moment longer. “Aaaannngggeeellll!!!” she moaned as his lips caught her protests.

“Hold on, baby,” he panted as he kept up his own pace.

Again and again Buffy felt herself climb and fall back down to earth. By the time that all the pearls were out of her body, she had never felt so spent in her entire life. “I don’t know if I have any more in me,” she forced breath to come in and out of her lungs.

“You have one more,” he purred in her ear as he peeled off his boxer shorts and sheathed himself fully in her still moist heat. Feeling complete and whole with him inside her body, she felt her body’s response to him by one more time climbing up in ecstasy.

Angel thrust in and out of her body, finally able to release all the control that he held inside as he pleasured her. She was still as tight as ever and nothing felt as good as when he was inside her body, feeling her small hands scratching across his back and grab his ass or the soft pants and moans that escaped her lips as they made love.

“I LOVE YOU!!!” she screamed as she climaxed for what felt like the millionth time.

Inside her, his body exploded. She milked everything that he had to offer her and in completion he collapsed on top of her body, never more sated in his life. His slowly shrinking member stayed inside her as he fought to catch his breath and slow his heart beat back to normal.

Under him, he heard a faint, tired laugh come from his lover. “What is it?” he panted.

“When my mom bought me those pearls for my 17th birthday, I doubt she would have dreamed how we would have used them right now,” she chuckled.

“Probably not,” he laughed along with her as he rolled off of her slick body and pulled her into his before both lovers were overcome with exhaustion.

Part 17

Angel was first to open his eyes before his sleeping lover. He held her close to his naked body as he watched her contented face rest peacefully. Buffy’s breathing was slowly and deep as his hands sprayed across her flawless skin, feeling her warmth under his gentle touch.

She sighed deeply in her sleep under his wandering hands and he became more insistent to try to wake her up. At first, she just nuzzled further into the comforting warm of his body, not wanting to open her eyes, her mouth opened slightly to groan, “Sleepy.”

A small laugh escaped his lips as he watched her continually ignore him. “Buffy,” he purred as he shifted his body so that he had room to start tracing her body with his lips.

“Go away,” she mumbled as she arched herself into his kisses, enticing him to move a little more.

“I don’t think you mean that,” he whispered in her ear as his lips traced her jaw line and behind her ear.

“Not really,” she retorted back as her eyes fluttered open. “Hey,” she muttered as he looked down into her eyes as he stopped kissing her momentarily.

“Hey,” he answered back. “Are you feeling better now?”

“It is kinda hard to feel better when you can’t feel anything from the neck down,” she teased him.

“What can I say, I am good at what a do,” he sent her a haughty smile.

“You think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“It’s not what I think, it is what I know.”

“Really?” she asked him as her hands traveled along the ridges of his chest, down past the planes of his stomach straight to his semi-erect shaft. Carefully, she scraped his skin through course dark hair with her fingernails, tempting him with her touch.

Most thoughts exited his mind as soon as he felt her small hands on him. “Sooo… wh-wh-what a-are y-y-you g-going t-t-t-to d-do?” he forced the question to come out of his body with his ragged breath.

“About what?” she hissed in his ear as her fingers moved to encircle his enlarged shaft and not much to her surprise, her fingers could not wrap around his impressive girth. Gingerly her hand moved along his length, tantalizing him with the friction.

No words came as he moved his hips and pressing himself further into her innocent fingers.

“Well, whatever you are talking about, I am sure that it can wait but for now, don’t worry about anything,” she whispered as she pushed him onto his back and moved to lay on top of him, straddling his hips and all his thoughts flew out the window as he succumbed to her body.

“I love you,” he groaned as he felt her all over.

~ ~ ~

Now his confidence had partially rubbed off on her, Buffy slid out of bed and traveled down stairs, completely nude, on her way to the front door in the search of this morning’s paper that was lying next to the threshold. Picking up the paper and walking into the kitchen to grab a pen, then made her way back to her bedroom.

Angel noticed the cold sheets next to him as soon as Buffy was gone and his eyes shot open with her absence. He shot up in bed only to see her strut back into her room, leaving nothing covered to his eyes. “Feeling like putting on a show?” he asked her as his eyebrow cocked at her.

“Just sharing the wealth,” she teased him. “You walk around this all the time, I thought I might try it out for a change.”

“Where did you go?”

“Down to get the paper,” she informed him as she walked over to the bed and sat down with her back pressed into his chest while his back rested against the headboard. “Can’t spend my entire day playing around with you. You have your job, and I have to find one.” Dejectedly sighing, she opened up the classified section and began to finger through all the different entries.

“All day is just fine with me,” he commented and shut the paper and turned her face to place a kiss on her welcoming lips.

“Angel, seriously,” she chastised him then turned her attention back to the paper. “I have to support my sister and even though you offer is extremely appealing to me, I have to get a new job.”

“Fine,” he sounded playfully annoyed. “Anything good in there?”

“Well, if it is anything like what I looked through when I found the job as a director’s assistant, then I can positively say not much.” Looking at the paper for a second she breathed heavily and said loudly, “It blows.”

“I’m up for it if you are,” he offered with a snicker, which she ignored.

“I wonder, honestly if there is any job I can get that I have the opportunity to work with pearls. You showed me some new and interesting ways to handle them,” she tossed over her shoulder.

“I can show you more if you want?” he offered.

“I bet you are just a virtual encyclopedia on that topic.”

“Oh yeah,” he nibbled on her ear as his hands moved from around her waist up to kneed her breast in his large hands. “What letter should we start with?”

Moaning loudly, the paper dropped from her hands and fell silently to the floor.

~ ~ ~

When Buffy’s sister came home, Angel thought it was probably time for him to leave but not for too long. He couldn’t dream being apart from her for an extended period of time.

Jumping into his car, he sped off towards the studio to pick up something that he left there before going back to his apartment. As he pulled into the garage, he noticed that Giles’ car was still there while it seemed that everyone else had left for the day.

Angel found his way back into the studio, hoping that he might bump into Giles on the way and see if he can have a little talk with him about Buffy’s job. He found him hunched over the drawers of his file cabinet, with one file he scanned closely. “So Darla was the one to start those,” Giles muttered under his breath.

“Start what?” Angel asked causing Giles to jump up throwing some of the papers into the air in surprise.

“All those rumors that were started about Buffy a few weeks ago. Seems like Darla broke into my file cabinet and went through Buffy’s file to find information about her. These papers are supposed to be confidential and no one except for me is supposed to see them,” Giles admitted to the actor as he took off his glasses to clean them.

“She must have broken into my office late in the evening when I wasn’t here and stole the files.”

“Isn’t breaking and entering normally illegal?”

“Not to Darla, what’s mine is hers what’s hers is hers,” Giles shook his head.

“Don’t I know that,” Angel mumbled. “Could she have stolen anything else?”

“I’m not sure. I think all she wanted to do is find everything she can on Buffy but out of Buffy’s file she could have taken the girl’s social security number, basically anything.”

“You should probably call the police on that,” Angel stated abruptly.

“I think I have a better idea,” Giles began to smile. “Wait to morning then I think we can fix everything right up and give Buffy her job back.”

“Really? What’s the plan?”

Part 18

“DARLA ROBERTS, DARLA ROBERTS!!!” a young female reporter along with 30 other news stations crowded around her as soon as she stepped from her car the next morning.

Donning her most flashy and sparkling smile, she came up to the cameras only to have microphones shoved in her face. “Yes,” she sang.

“Can you talk with us?” the reporter asked.

“Fine,” Darla responded. “Follow me,” she said while walking forward, enjoying the look of all those people following quickly behind her.

“Would you tell us what really happened?” someone behind her yelled.

“About what?” the blonde actress asked sweetly as she came through the front doors only to see a few armed police officers standing in her way. “Excuse me gentlemen.”

“Are you Darla Roberts?” one particularly burly man asked with a scratch in his voice.

“Yes.”

“You are under arrest…” he trailed off as he and the rest of the officers moved to circle her.

“What for????” she asked.

“Breaking and entering into the office of one Rupert Giles and rooting through classified files which he was allowed to see. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say and do will be used against you in the court of law. You have the rights to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights that I have read to you?”

“I’m not an idiot,” she barked at him as he pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed them. “Traditionally I am for the use of binding but for this particular instance I find it annoying.”

Every camera caught the whole scene and every one was relishing over the hot news that conveniently fell into their laps. Darla attempted to thrash from her captors to get the cameras to turn themselves off but her actions hastily stopped as she watched Buffy emerge from the studio doors and walk towards Anya’s desk.

“YOU!!!” she bellowed and lunged towards Buffy.

The police officers had no difficulties in restraining the flailing woman and pushed her out the doors.

“I’LL GET YOU WHEN I GET OUT!!!” Darla screamed as she saw Buffy smile and laugh behind her.

“Have a good trip, Darla,” Buffy smiled and waived sweetly. “Oh yeah, remember this… Be cautious of the prisoners by the name of Bubba or the women that you can’t discern from men!"

“Ahhhh that felt good!” Buffy sighed happily before returning back to Giles and Angel.

“You have fun out there, lover?” Angel asked with a sinister smile on her face.

“What makes you say that?”

“I only have seen that type of smile on you a few times… after we are alone for a few hours.”

“I am so happy to have that bitch out of here!!!” Cordelia exclaimed as she came up behind the lovers with Gunn draped on her shoulders.

“You’re not the only one,” Buffy and Angel said at the exact same moment.

“We have a problem though,” Gunn started to point out.

Everyone stood silent waiting for him to continue and he did not disappoint. “We still have a few more scenes to shoot before the movie is over and with Darla not being her, I don’t find that much as a possibility.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll probably be back in no time,” Cordy exhaled noisily.

“I don’t think so. She got arrested in front of dozens of TV cameras, I doubt she will be back to work any time soon,” Giles said as he came to join the conversation. “That should show, no one threatens me or I get a little irritated.”

“So what are you going to do?” Buffy asked.

Giles smiled at the young blonde. “Well, I was hoping you could help out with that.”

“Huh?”

“Would you be willing to fill in for her?”

“Are you offering me a job as an actress now?” Buffy wanted him to explain his reasoning.

“It would appear yes.”

“I don’t know, Giles. I barely got over the fact that I would be a director’s assistant to this company, now you are asking me to be a porn star??”

“Just think of it, Buffy. You get to work with me all day long!” Angel added with a smile.

“I’ll have to think about it,” Buffy told him truthfully.

“I’ll be waiting for your answer,” Giles stated then retreated back towards his office.

“Buffy?” Cordy said while came up behind her.

“What?”

“I don’t know if I ever said how sorry I am for treating you like such a bitch when those rumors came out…”

“Hey no harm, no foul. Darla got what she deserved for starting them so I have no reason to be upset with you.”

“Oh thank heavens!”

“If you do it again though, I might have to try to steal Gunn away from you!” Buffy threatened with laughter in her voice.

“You can try but you won’t succeed,” she assured the blonde as she laughed too.

“Don’t worry, I already have my hands full with Angel, I don’t know if I could handle another.”

“You can handle me all you want,” Gunn stated as his eyes traveled the entire length of Buffy’s petite blonde body.

“Excuse me,” Cordy said. “I have to talk to him… privately.” Her hand fell behind her back as it moved to Gunn’s pant-covered crotch and through his clothes; she grabbed his manhood with sure fingers. She dropped her hand as soon as she put it there and sauntered away. Gunn quickly followed behind her as she walked into her dressing room.

“So have you thought of Giles’ proposition, yet?” Angel asked.

“I think I will have to sleep on it,” she told him.

“You already have,” he indicated to her. On his face he painted his classic half-smile that made all her organs liquefy in her entire body.

“Oh really??? I must have forgotten something so insignificant.”

“I think you need a little reminding then,” he threatened then without much further ado, he picked her up by the waist and carried her back into his dressing room.

Buffy could not hold back her laughter as he sprinted towards their destination. “I love you, Angelus,” she said between breaths.

“You love me now, just wait till I am through with you here.”

“Promises, promises…”

“Not promises, GUARANTEES!”

THE END!!!!!

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