For the first time in weeks Angel spent the night at his own apartment and for some reason it wasn't a pleasant experience. Buffy had an early meeting and he planned on being up most of the night working so he didn't want to keep her awake but soon he regretted his decision. He kept rolling from side to side in his bed without getting any sleep and he was constantly reaching out to the other side of the bed, finding it empty. He was quickly getting frustrated and when he found the message in his answering machine saying that her early meeting had been canceled and that she would be staying home all day, he didn't think twice before pulling his clothes on and leaving his apartment. He had trouble keeping to the speed limitations but he managed to arrive to her house without being pulled over.

He had barely stopped the car when he got out digging for keys from his pocket and half ran to the door. He walked through the door and looked around to see if there was signs that Buffy was awake, waking her was looking like a good option too. With a smirk firmly in place he looked into the kitchen but as soon as he saw the bleached blonde man sitting in the table the smirk disappeared. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked harshly, eying the man suspiciously.

The man raised a scarred eyebrow. “Name's Spike, mate. You must be the new boy”, he answered.

Angel looked at the man up and down, he didn't like him, didn't like the look of him. “So you're William”, he stated with a grin, enjoying the glare he got from Spike.

“The name is Spike, you bloody ponce”, he said forcefully, his eyes raking over Angel's body, he didn't like the man, maybe it was the big forehead.

Before either man could start a war, Buffy walked in through the door. “Angel”, she breathed out as she saw the glowering man in her kitchen.

“Morning, baby”, he answered and crossed the distance between them, pulling her against his body and giving her a wet, possessive kiss. Without even thinking she responded to it with pleasure.

“Very good morning”, she breathed out with a grin, then her eyes visited Spike and she understood the possessiveness of the morning kiss. “I see you've met Spike”, she said, inwardly rolling her eyes at his male behavior.

“We met”, he just answered and draped his arm around her, smoothing the baby bump.

Spike looked at the couple with mild amusement. Possessive bastard, he thought to himself and finished his cup of coffee. “I better be off now”, he stated and got up from the table, glancing at Angel. “Before he pisses against your leg to mark his territory”, he added and Buffy gave him a chastising look, sighing his name in exasperation. He just grinned. “I'll go see if I can smooth things over with Dru.”

“You do that”, Buffy said, giving the man a good glare. She was certain Spike had been trying to get Angel into a verbal fight, he had a habbit of doing that with all of her boyfriends. Spike smirked but before he could say anything, Buffy grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the front door. “Go grovel to Dru, Spike”, she ordered and Spike gave her a mock salute.

“Yes, sir. I know when I'm being kicked out, you just want to snog with your Captain Forehead, no wonder you got knocked up, can't keep him out of here for a day”, he said and Buffy slapped him to the arm before pushing him out of the door and closing it after him. With a sigh she returned to the kitchen. He turned around to look at her, taking in the tight ponytail her hair was on, cream colored silk robe and big fluffy slippers, he could see her nightgown from under the robe's hem.

“Don't look at my slippers that way, they're nice, warm and perfect in my feet”, she defended her choice of footwear.

“Did I say anything?” he asked with a crooked smile.

“No, but you were thinking”, she answered and walked closer to him. “Did you get the work done?”

“Some, there's still much to do”, he answered, taking a step closer to her. The truth was that he had had plenty of trouble to concentrate, his office felt strange and he had been missing some papers but couldn't come back to get them so he wouldn't wake her up. “So that was Spike”, he stated, glancing at the door.

“Yeah, that was Spike”, Buffy answered.

“What was he doing here at this time of the morning?” he asked trying to sound casual but failed miserably.

“Trouble with his girlfriend. Again. He and Dru have that on and off relationship, they are constantly breaking up but just can't stay away from each other. It's been going on for years”, she answered, then narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously. “You're jealous. Of Spike?!” she stated.

His surprised eyes turned to her face. “No, I'm not jealous. Not because of some skinny bleach-head like William”, he denied vehemently. She sighed, rolling her eyes.

“And you called him that, didn't you? By his real name. Oh, he's just gonna love you now.” Men!

“I really don't care what he thinks. And I don't want to talk about him either”, he answered, taking a step closer to her.

“Oh? So what would you like to talk about?” she asked with a cheeky smile. “You hungry?” She nodded towards the stove, the breakfast she had made was still in there. His eyes raked over her body, finally settling back to her face.

“Starving”, he answered, his voice soft and low.

“So you want some breakfast?” she asked with a grin. A crooked smile rose to his lips and he crossed the distance between them.

“You are my breakfast”, he said and pulled her flush against his body. She let out a soft squeak of surprise that turned into a breathy moan as she felt his arousal pressing against her. He kissed her passionately, possessively before his lips traveled down to her neck as his hand went to her hair, releasing the blond locks from the high ponytail. His hand buried itself into her hair as the other made its way down her her waist, swiftly opening the robe.

“Angel”, she moaned his name, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his lips back to hers, claiming them with hunger. He backed her against the kitchen table but thought better of it and guided her towards the door. She giggled and broke the kiss, hurrying up the stairs with him following. He caught her by the bedroom door and pulled her against his body, kissing her lips with unsated passion. They stumbled into the bedroom, quickly getting rid of each others clothing. Angel simply pushed the robe off her body while Buffy nearly ripped his shirt while trying to open the buttons and trying to pull it down from his broad shoulders. He backed her to the bed and gently laid her down to it, blanketing her with his body. Her hands moved quickly, freeing his cock from the confinements of his pants and her small fingers curled around his manhood, making him groan deep in his chest.

“Buffy”, he breathed out her name and kissed her hungrily. His hands moved all over her body, trying to feel every bit of naked flesh he could find. His hands traveled up her thighs, disappearing under the hem of her nightie as his lips went down her neck, shedding wet kisses and licking the soft skin. Her back arched off the bed and a soft moan escaped her lips when he pulled down her panties and his fingers started to gently tease her clit. She whimpered his name as a protest when he removed her hand from his cock and brought it up over her head, only holding on to it for a moment before his hand traveled down her arm and pushed her nightie up until it revealed her full breasts to him. His finger disappeared inside her wet heat as his thumb teased her clit and his lips traveled down her body, his tongue circling her hard nipples and his lips shedding loving kisses to her pregnant stomach.

By the time he reached her navel, his tongue dipping into it her head was swimming in sensations he was creating. The breathy moans and whimpers only spurred him on and he continued his journey down her body till he reached her center. She let out a sound of protest when he removed his finger from her passage but cried out in pleasure when his lips took the task. He licked and kissed her sensitive areas, not leaving a spot untouched, savoring the taste of her and loving the sounds she made. He slipped one finger into her wet heat and sucked on her clit, sweeping his tongue over it. He pleasured her relentlessly with his mouth and fingers, not giving her any mercy.

Her back arched off the bed and her hands searched for anything to grab a hold on to, her fingers digging into the mattress. The sensations he was creating were bringing her close to a release but she needed more. Her hand found its way to his head, her fingers wrapping around his hair and she pulled him up her body, kissing his lips with burning desire before rolling them over so she was straddling him. Without a thought his hand went to her hips and he groaned as her behind rubbed against his neglected cock. She pulled the nightie off her body and threw it somewhere on the floor. Instantly his hands went to cup her breasts and a breathy moan fell from her lips. She leaned forward, kissing his lips with her behind rubbing against his aching member. He let out a low grunt and screwed his eyes shut firmly, trying to get himself to calm down.

“Buffy”, he groaned. “You're killing me here.”

She smiled triumphantly and sat up, her hand reaching for his cock and her fingers wrapping around it. “You seem pretty lively to me”, she stated and he glared at her, he was not seeing the funny side of things. He thrust into her hand and again his eyes closed in concentration, the jealousy caused by Spike and being away from her all night were making him want to break from the little control he had and just thrust deep inside her, make her forget that anyone but them existed in the world. He opened his eyes and looked at the evil woman who looked like an angel but truly was the devil.

His hands dropped to her waist and he thrust up against her. She bit her lower lip, fighting against the moan that threatened to spill from her lips. She had planned on to tease him mercilessly but it appeared that he was having none of it. She let him raise her up and slowly pull her down to his hard cock. They both moaned as he filled her, her inner muscles rippling around his rigid flesh.

“God, you feel so good”, he gritted through his teeth, fighting to control the urge to pound her into the mattress and make her his. She flashed him an innocent smile and placed her hands to his chest for leverage as she started to move with languid motion. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress a moan but failing as he thrust inside her. His hands traveled up from her waist, cupping her breasts and his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She leaned into his touch, her head lulling back and a moan of ecstasy falling from her lips. His other hand traveled up to her neck, his fingers lingering on her jawline before cupping her cheek, his thumb smoothing over her lower lip. She took the digit into her mouth, giving it a playful bite. She took his hand into hers, twining their fingers together and leaned forward, kissing him hungrily.

They moved together in perfect synchronization, like their bodies were made for each other, their kisses hungry and possessive. Their hands traveled over each others bodies, feeling every bit of bare skin almost like trying to memorize every curve and feel of every muscle. The world around them was lost, all they could see or feel was each other. The sight of her riding him with her long blonde hair streaming down her back, her lips parted and eyes closed was making sure he couldn't keep himself under control for long. He groaned deep in his chest as her inner muscles rippled around his length and he knew he wouldn't last for long.

His hand slid down her side to between her thighs where they were connected and with skillful fingers he started to stress the bundle of nerves, quickly rushing her towards release. She bit her lip, her teeth digging into the skin and with a cry of pleasure she let herself be falling to the abyss. Her walls clenched around him, coaxing him to follow her and with a final thrust into her liquid heat he released his seed inside her.

She let out a sigh of satisfaction and fell against his hard chest in blissful exhaustion. They were both breathing hard. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and let out a unhappy sound when his softening cock slipped from inside of her as she rolled off of him, laying next to him on her side. He turned to face her, running his fingers through her messed blonde locks and brushed a sweet kiss across her lips, he doubted he had enough breath to initiate one that would show his unsated passion for her. She gave him a brilliant smile and reached out, taking his hand into hers and threaded their fingers together. For a moment she studied their entwined hands before she turned her gaze to him, coyly looking at him from under her lashes.

“You know, it would be easier if you just worked in my office and came to sleep when you're done. Not that I don't enjoy what the time apart raises in you but it would be more practical. Besides, I remember you being worried about me getting hypothermia just a few days ago”, she said with a smirk and a similar expression formed to Angel's face.

“Wouldn't want you to catch that”, he said and shifted closed to her, his arms wrapping around her.

“And I can't sleep without you next to me”, she added more quietly, it was like a confession. He didn't say anything even though the situation was the same for him as well, he just pulled her even closer to him and kissed her.

After what had been intended to be a quick shower, Buffy and Angel headed to his apartment to get his papers. He went straight to the office while Buffy stayed in the main room, once again admiring the artwork. She had a great desire to see the drawing. She bit her lip and went to the office door. “Angel?”

Angel raised his eyes from the papers that were scattered all over the desk. “Yeah?”

“Could I see the drawing again?” she asked and he immediately knew what she was talking about. He let out a long soundless breath and slowly nodded his head.

“Sure. It's still on the bedroom wall”, he answered and continued gathering the papers. For a moment she just watched him, how he had been affected by the mention of the drawing but deciding to ask about it later, she took a step back and headed to the bedroom. Carefully she opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes instantly going to the drawing on the wall. Not taking her eyes off it she walked further into the room.

She heard steps from behind her, stopping by the door. “I love this drawing”, she stated not looking away from the work of art. “Are you ever going to tell me who made it?”

Angel walked to stand behind her and for a long while he didn't say anything. “I made it”, he finally answered and she spun around to look at him.

“Really? Wow, you've got great talent”, she said and he just nodded.

“It's my sister, Kathy”, he added quietly, his eyes staring at the figure of a girl on the drawing.

“I didn't know you have a sister”, she said softly, noting it was a tough subject to him.

“I had”, he answered quietly, swallowing thickly. “She died.”

“I'm so sorry”, she whispered and reached out, gently stroking his cheek. He leaned into her touch and gave her a small barely noticeable smile, telling her he was okay.

“It was a long time ago”, he stated, drawing in a ragged breath. Remembering his sister was hard for him, he didn't know why he kept the frame in his bedroom constantly reminding him of her but he never had been willing to look more deeply into it. Maybe deep inside he was a masochist.

The sympathetic eyes looking at him were killing him, he didn't want her to feel sorry for him. “Don't look at me like that. It was a long time ago and sure I miss her but there is nothing anyone can do about it”, he said and she looked away.

“I'm still sorry to hear it”, she said and turned back to face him.

“I know you are, sweetheart”, he said and brushed his lips across her forehead, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her against his body. His other hand went to rest on her stomach, he didn't even notice the action but she did. She wanted to give him comfort but didn't try because she doubted he would let her.

“Do you still draw?” she broke the silence with a question, steering his thought away from the loss of his sister.

Knowing what she was doing but willing to think about something else, he answered, “Not so much these days. But I do keep sketch pads handy.” He took a step back, going to the bed and pulled a sketch from the nightstand. Curiously she neared him, watching with keen eyes as he quickly turned the first pages over and handed the pad to her. She sat next to him on the bed and started to go through the pages. They were the usual things, hands, faces and small details but then she stopped, finding a picture of herself. She turned to look at him, not voicing the question.

“I made it when we were in Hawaii”, he answered the unasked question. She still looked stunned, the drawing was beautiful and at the same time sinful. She looked peaceful but absolutely ravished.

“This is how you see me?” she questioned, then turned her eyes back to the picture in front of her.

“That does not do you justice.” He couldn't understand how she could have such a low opinion of her looks.

“But...” she started but he interrupted her, taking her chin between his fingers and turned her to face him.

“No buts. You're beautiful. Inside and out, you have spirit and I...” he didn't finish, he seemed to catch himself before he could. “And I think we should get back to the house, I'll make you dinner”, he added and got up from the bed. He took the sketch pad from her hands and threw it to the nightstand before offering her his hand. She took his offer and let him lead her out of the room. She couldn't help but wonder what he was really going to say.