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Disclaimer: I don't own anything, please don't sue me, I have no money. Some of the dialog is from Buffy episode The Prom written by Marti Noxon.
Chapter 3: The Prom
Buffy had it all planned out, the prom was going to be perfect, nothing could go wrong. She was going to take care of the hounds and have a perfect evening with Angel. She couldn't wait to see him in a tux, he looked great in anything, or nothing. Buffy licked her lips at the thought and shook herself. Bad Buffy, she chastised and smirked, Angel was just going to drop when he saw her dress. Her thoughts came to a stop when she arrived to the library. It seemed deserted expect for Willow who was doing something involving school books. Perfect, just the person she needed to see.
She quickly walked up to her and sat down to the chair next to her. “Willow, you know I love you and you are the best friend that a girl could ever have”, she started and Willow gave her a 'what did you do' look.
“Yes, I know. What is going on in that little head of yours?”
Buffy grinned. “I need a huge favor, if my mom calls, could you tell her I'm spending the night at your place?”
“Where are going to spend it?” the redhead asked, she was so innocent that it was cute.
“I'm going to seduce Angel”, Buffy answered grinning wickedly causing Willow to blush.
“Oh. I want to help you, but lying and Willow are not a good combination. I'm very bad at it. If there was a test on lying, I would get an F”, she said uncertainly and then went white when she thought about getting an F on something.
“Willow, breathe. There is no test”, Buffy said and soothingly rubbed the redhead's back, trying to keep her from hyperventilating.
“Okay, no panic. I'm okay. But I'm not a very good liar, I get all flushed and confused, I stutter and feel performance anxiety”, Willow explained frowning deeply.
Buffy smile comfortingly and assured her, “She's gonna call, she's not gonna see you and you have nothing to worry about. Just tell her that I'm going to spend the night, but I can't come to the phone right then.”
Willow nodded and gave Buffy a small smile. She looked very determined. “Okay, I'll try. I will not get an F.”
The evening started as planned, or not really, Buffy chased the hounds and got rid of them before they caused any damage. Not what she had imagined, starting her perfect evening with snapping a neck of a ugly hell hound. After that she got dressed and waited impatiently for Angel to show up. He wouldn't have stood her up, he wouldn't do that, right. The biggest surprise so far was that she got an umbrella, an award of class protector.
She was still feeling quite emotional when Giles was giving her his words of wisdom. “And I believe your date has arrived”, he finished and pointed towards the door where Angel stood.
Buffy turned around and saw him standing there, looking very handsome in his tux. Their eyes met as they gazed across the room. She wet her lips and slowly started walking towards him, he met her in half way. “You came”, she whispered and he nodded.
“You didn't think I'd stand you up, did you?” he asked and pressed a light kiss right below her ear.
“It did cross my mind”, she answered with a smile, her eyes closed on their own accord at the feel of his lips on her skin.
“Nice umbrella”, he whispered to her ear and she beamed at him.
“Yeah, I got a new toy. But now, you are not going to have any excuse, you are going to dance with me, it's a tradition you know”, she said grabbing his hand and leading him towards the dance floor. He wanted to protest, but he had promised himself that he would make her happy, even if it involved dancing.
“Could you hold this?” Buffy asked Giles and when he agreed with an 'Of course', she gave him the umbrella. To Angel's good luck, a slow song started playing. He took a hold of her hand and pulled her closer to his body. Slowly they moved on the dance floor, melting against each other, almost becoming one. Buffy let out a satisfied sigh and placed her head against his shoulder. It was a perfect moment.
Buffy and Angel were walking hand in hand through the cemetery. She was wearing his jacket, drowning into the large piece of clothing. “I should take you home”, he said breaking the silence.
“No, we're heading to the mansion”, she stated matter of factly and her voice told him that there would be no negotiation. He turned to look at her.
“Won't your mother wait for you to come home?”
Buffy just smiled and shook her head innocently. “She thinks I'm spending the night at Willow's. But I have other plans.”
Without noticing, a small smile rose to his lips and he looked at her closely. “And what would those plans be?” he asked, his voice low and soft.
“You'll find out soon enough”, she answered with a wicked grin on her face.
In no time they arrived to the mansion. Angel lit the fireplace and turned to look at Buffy. She was standing behind him, looking slightly nervous. She had taken off his jacket and draped it over the back of the sofa. She looked into his eyes and slowly opened the zipper of her dress, lightly biting her lower lip. She let the dress drop to the ground, it pooled around her feet and she stepped out of it. Slowly she removed the clip from her hair, letting her long blond locks free and threw it to the couch.
Angel's eyes widened, she was standing in front of him only wearing a black and red strapless lace lingerie and high heels. He felt his pants get tighter instantly.
“Angel”, she whispered his name like a prayer. He gulped. “Make love to me”, she said with a soft voice, looking very vulnerable.
With two long steps he was in front of her, looking down into her eyes that were filled with trust and love. “Are you sure?” he asked once he found his voice. This was what he had wanted for months, but couldn't have but he also had to be sure that she was ready and sure of what she wanted. With some might he had managed to suppress his need for her and not make love to her the moment they found out his soul was bound.
She nodded with a small uncertain smile. “I'm sure. I want you, Angel. I need you”, she said with a breathy voice that shot right through him.
“I love you, Buffy”, he whispered and bent into a tender kiss. The kiss grew more passionate the longer it went on. With ease he lifted her into his arms.
“I love you too”, she whispered and planted a gentle kiss to his neck. Angel carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on to the large bed. The wine red bed cover was in perfect contrast with her slight frame and the sight was almost enough to make him lose control. He had become so close losing this, giving her away. But it was not going to happen again, he was going to make her happy and protect her, and not let other people affect him.
Buffy stretched her hand to him and he took it willingly placing a small kiss to her knuckles. She pulled him into the bed and he covered her smaller body with his, holding his weight off of her with his arms. He bent his head down and kissed her, passionately raining kisses all over her face.
Buffy woke up slowly feeling the soft satin sheets wrapped around her and a hard body nestled against her back. A small smile rose to her lips. Slowly she turned around, facing the serene face of her lover, this was all she hoped, to wake up next to Angel in the morning. It was like bad memories of the morning after her 17th birthday were washed away. He looked so peaceful, for once there was no signs of nightmares that she knew plagued him nightly.
She resisted the urge to gently run her fingers across his face, she didn't want to disturb him, he looked too good that way, too peaceful to wake. She just wanted to bask in the moment, waking up next to her boyfriend. Once again a small smile rose to her lips, her thoughts drifting back to the night before, it had been perfect and it was almost like she was virgin again, she had been even more nervous than the first time.
“You're staring”, he mumbled without opening his eyes.
“That I am. But you're too cute when you're sleeping”, she answered with a smirk and he opened one eye.
“Cute?”
Buffy smiled even wider. “Yes, very very cute”, she answered and leaned into a kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she climbed on top of him. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to his body.
“At this rate, we're not going to get up all day”, he stated.
“Would it be so bad?” she whispered to his ear with a husky voice.
“Not seeing any down side to it”, he said and flipped them over, him on top.
Somehow Buffy managed to get out of Angel's bed and out of the mansion. No matter how hard it was to leave. She met with Willow at the library, it was a place where they could talk privately behind the shelves with cups of coffee, decaf for Willow.
“Your mom called and I got a A from lying to her. Or maybe it was a A-, but I was really good. No sweaty palms or stutter. I told her that you fell asleep in front of the TV”, Willow told her with a wide proud smile on her face.
“I'm very proud of you, Wills”, Buffy answered jokingly with a straight face. Willow jumped in excitement, her smile growing bigger.
“Okay, now I want details of your evening! Not too much though.”
Buffy smiled widely and sipped from her coffee, keeping the suspense up. “It was wonderful. I mean, really, WONDERFUL. I thought the first time was perfect, but this time was even better. Is there more perfect than perfect?”
“I think perfect is the highest rank”, Willow answered matter of factly with a happy grin. Then it faded and she frowned. “But isn't the first time supposed to be terrible, like hurt and stuff? I know you and Angel... you know, before, but that was over a year ago.”
“I've heard that too. But with Angel, it was... wonderful. It did hurt at first, but he was so gentle and loving and he made sure he wouldn't hurt me”, Buffy answered, causing them both to blush. “And this time the most wonderful thing was that I woke up next to him. The first thing I saw was him and that was the proof that he didn't lose his soul. It was like erasing the hurt that happened after the first time.”
“That's a lot of wonderful”, Willow smiled and then turned more serious. “I think it's great that Angel's soul was bound. Not just because you can be... you know together without us fearing for our lives. But because I think you two deserve some happiness. I know I can't fully understand what it's like to be a Slayer but he does, maybe not the slayer part cause he's not a girl or a Slayer, but you know, the whole fighting demons nightly thing.”
A tear rose to Buffy's eye and she looked at her best friend feeling very touched. “Thank you, Willow”, she whispered and pulled her into a tight hug. Neither of them knew about Xander standing behind the bookshelf.
Few hours later Buffy stepped through the front door of her home. “Mom?” she hollered into the house and glanced around her. She was startled when she found her mother sitting in front of the dining table with a drink in front of her. Just from the look of her, Buffy knew she was going to be in trouble.
“Mom?” she asked uncertainly and Joyce lifted her eyes from the table, that's when Buffy knew for certain this was not good.
“Where were you last night? And don't lie to me that you were with Willow because I know you weren't”, she asked with a harsh voice.
“What you mean?”
“I want the truth, Buffy! I want to know where you spent the night. I ran into Xander and he told me you didn't spend it at Willow's. So where were you?” her voice wasn't warm like Buffy was used to and it sent chills through her spine, bringing memories of the night before she ran away.
“I was with Angel”, Buffy answered with a small voice.
Joyce jumped up from the chair and yelled, “How could you be so irresponsible!”
“His soul is bound. He will never be Angelus again. We didn't do anything wrong. Do you really think I would do something that would endanger the world?”
“Did you sleep with him?” Joyce asked with a disappointed voice, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know the honest answer to her question.
“That's none of your business”, Buffy answered suddenly feeling very defensive.
“I take that as a yes. How could you be so irresponsible”, Joyce repeated herself, shaking her head before taking a drink from the glass.
“I love him, mom. I will always love him and we didn't do anything wrong.”
“You're eighteen years old, Buffy, you don't know what love is. You may think you love him now, but soon you'll realize it's just a high school crush and you will regret what you have done.”
“Mom, it's not a crush! I know what I feel and I know that I love him. I tried so hard so many times not to, but it was no use. I sent him to Hell, he made my life a living hell for months and still I couldn't stop loving him. I'm not some average teenage girl, I'm the Slayer, I had to grow up fast cause I fight for my life every night and I fight to keep the world safe for people who don't even know about the danger they are in after the sun sets. I don't look at the world through rose colored glasses, I know how hard place it is and I know what and who Angel is, I have seen the best and the worst of him and I still love him. There will be no other man that will make me feel like he does.”
“But Buffy, you are still young. You're waisting your life if you cling to him, he's a vampire, he's a lot older than you are and he can never give you children”, Joyce tried, her voice was now cooler because she knew that she would not get through to her by yelling.
“I think you are the one who needs to grow up, mom. I know how old he is, I know he is a vampire, I don't want picnics in the sun, all I need is him, in some dingy sewer or in fresh air, I don't care. And children are not on the menu, even if I would like to have them, I can't because of what I am, my child would never be safe even if he or she could be born. Do you have any idea how many demons would want to kill the slayer's child or do something worse. I couldn't do that to my child, never”, she said with a soft voice without accusing.
“You may think that now, but you will change your mind. I don't want you seeing him anymore.”
“What!?” Buffy yelped taken back. She stared at the woman in front of her in shock.
“If you keep seeing him, you will not live under my roof”, Joyce gave the ultimatum without remembering the consequences of last time.
“You should know what I'll choose, last time it was the world or my home and now it's not that much different”, she said with a teary voice and ran to her room.
Only after she walked out the door with two bags and a back bag, Joyce understood her mistake, she had just lost her only child for the second time.
