Buffy was sitting behind her desk, staring at the papers on it. She was finding it very difficult to concentrate, her mind kept on returning to Angel. Finally with a sigh she threw the pen she was holding to the desk and grabbed the phone, dialing the number she had memorized a good while ago. She waited for an answer, the phone was held between her head and shoulder as she once again picked up the pen and started drawing mindless patterns to a pad of paper.

“Angelus O'Reilly's office”, came a young cheery voice from the other end. Buffy frowned, she was sure she had dialed Angel's private number.

“Hi, I'd like to speak to Angel, could you connect to him, please”, she said politely to the phone. There was a short pause.

“I'm sorry but I don't know any Angel in this building”, the woman said.

Buffy looked skyward and suppressed a frustrated sigh. “Could you connect to Angelus O'Reilly”, she repeated.

“He has a meeting. Maybe you should call back later.”

“Just tell him it's Buffy”, Buffy said growing more frustrated and annoyed with the woman. Only then she thought maybe she should have just called back since he was in a meeting. She bit her lip.

“Alright, I'll tell him a Bunny is calling but I doubt it will help you any”, the woman on the other end dismissed her and put her on hold before she had an opportunity to correct the name. What was so difficult with it?!

Only moments later Angel was on the other end of the phone. “Fucking idiot”, he grumbled under his breath and turned around with his chair to face away from Wesley who had been sitting on the other side of the desk.

“Excuse me?” Buffy said taken back.

“Not you, honey. It's the brainless twit that's covering for my secretary”, Angel quickly explained.

“Sounds like you really like her”, Buffy smirked, leaning back in her chair.

“I'd like to wring her neck. How hard can sending a fax be? She fucked up during the first hour she was here but for some reason Daniel won't let me throw her out of the window”, he griped.

A surprised look formed to Buffy's face. “Someone's feeling bloodthirsty today”, she stated.

Angel took a deep calming breath, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. “It's just the case”, he said and Buffy nodded in understanding. He had been working on it for quite a while and what she understood it wasn't an easy one.

“Are we still on for tonight? Maybe we should go out some other night.”

“No, we're still on. I'll just come straight to the restaurant instead of picking you up”, he answered quickly.

Buffy bit her lower lip uncertainly. “Are you sure? I know it's a big case and maybe...” she started but didn't get to finish.

“I'll see you tonight”, he said firmly.

Buffy glanced at the clock on her desk. “It's lunch time, did you remember to order something?” she asked knowing full well he had a habbit of skipping food when he was covered in paperwork.

“Did you?” he turned the question back to her. “I asked you first and you know it's impossible for me to skip a meal”, she answered, her eyes landing to the container that had been filled with chicken salad. He chuckled.

“Yeah, Wesley brought me something”, he answered her question. He hadn't actually opened the paper bag but he was still telling the truth.

“Is he still there?” she asked and only then Angel seemed to register the fact that he wasn't alone in his office.

“Yeah, he's still here”, he answered and turned in his chair, his eyes landing on Wesley who seemed to be listening to the conversation with keen ears.

“Tell him I said hi. But now I'm gonna hang up and you're going to finish your lunch”, she ordered. The soft chuckle from the other end of the line caused shivers of want run through her body.

“Bye, Buffy”, he said with a voice that promised her carnal delights once they got home, and knowing him maybe even before.

“Behave yourself”, she chastised and giggled when she heard his answer.

“Never.”

“Hanging up now. I'll see you later. Bye”, she said to the phone and quickly ended the call. If she wasn't so pregnant she'd be tempted to be his dinner date, the kind where actual dinner wasn't the priority. She shifted in her chair, the thought was too appealing even now. Damn hormones.

Buffy walked into the restaurant with confidence, she was wearing a red low-cut dress that she knew Angel would appreciate. The fabric clung to her curves on the right places and flowed freely over her stomach and legs, she didn't even bother to hide her pregnant stomach anymore. She sat to the table and waited.

Soon she was bored, she glanced at her watch and stated he was fifteen minutes late. The minutes went by, crawling past her and every time she looked at her watch, she grew more irritated. He had actually stood her up! “Excuse me”, she heard a male voice and with a jerk of her head she turned her eyes to the stranger. “Is this seat taken?” the man asked with a charming smile. He was good looking and confidence was pouring out of him but she wasn't interested, no matter how pissed she was at Angel.

“I'm waiting for my boyfriend”, she answered and placed her other hand to her stomach, drawing his attention to the bump.

“Well, I'll keep you company till he arrives. A pretty thing like you should not sit here all by her lonesome, soon the fellows will be lining up to join you”, the man said and sat to the table. Buffy sighed, she didn't have the strength to tell him to leave.

She kept glancing at the door and her watch in turns, the minutes ticked by and her ire kept growing as Angel was more late by every passing moment. The man kept talking to her and used some pretty smooth lines on her but she hadn't been paying attention to him. Finally she had enough of waiting, at nearly two hours she had reached her limit. She got up from the table, the man whose name had already slipped from her mind, mimicking her move.

“I'm gonna go”, she stated and picked up her purse.

“Let me get you home”, the man whose name still escaped her said but she shook her head, looking at him like he had just burped the alphabets. Did this guy really think she was so easy?!

“No thanks, I know my way there without help”, she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Before he could say any more, she left, walking with a quick pace.

She drove home and slammed the front door behind her. She didn't even bother to put on the lights till she reached the bedroom. The bed was looking like a tornado had ran through it. Tears sprang into her eyes and she covered her mouth with her hand to keep the sobs from surfacing. She was loosing it, and she hated the unbalanced hormones that made her all weepy-eyed. What other explanation was there for her to be in tears from seeing the rumbled bed she hadn't had the time to tidy up after she and Angel made love in the morning, or more accurately humped like bunnies and almost caused them both to be late for work.

Sniffing back the tears she took off the dress, throwing it to the floor in a burst of anger and took a blue nightie that almost reached her knees from the closet, slipping it on before crawling into bed. She just laid there, mulling over the fact that Angel hadn't even bothered to call that he wasn't coming for their date. Maybe he had just lost the track of time while working. But that thought didn't help either, she had suggested they'd reschedule their date but he had told her there was no need, that he'd meet her at the restaurant.

The phone rang. She decided not to answer it but its persistence was getting on her nerves and she yanked the phone from its holder. “What?” she growled to the phone, only then realizing it could be her mother. But it wasn't.

“Buffy?” Angel's voice came from the other end, he sounded both surprised and relieved.

“Angel”, Buffy automatically breathed in response.

“Where are you?” Angel asked, just hearing her voice had made him forget that he'd called her home number.

“In bed”, she answered and the thought of apologizing to her fled from his mind and another came to its place.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice husky. He leaned back in his chair, welcoming the distraction from the papers that were scattered over his desk.

“Nothing”, she answered and slammed the phone down. She was pissed, she was pissed at him for not showing for their date, she was pissed at the guy who had been trying to hit on her all night and she was pissed at herself for getting pissed. And now she had to sleep in a lonely bed with him still at work. With a huff she turned to her side and after a short while, reached out and pulled his pillow under her head. But sleep didn't come.

She jumped as she heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps coming two steps at a time up the stairs. She glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand and slowly sat up. A moment later Angel walked through the door, his eyes hungrily raking over her body.

“I thought you weren't wearing anything”, he stated and neared the bed, taking off his jacket and dropping it to the floor next to her dress. He stopped and picked it up. He looked at the dress with approval, then turned his eyes back to her.

“So I lied. It seems to be the thing to do today. You didn't show up to the restaurant and didn't even bother to call”, she griped and folded her arms in front of her, unknowingly pushing her swollen breasts together. He forced himself to look at her face instead of her cleavage but either way he was growing more hard by the second.

“I tried to call. Some files went missing and I couldn't make it to our date but I did try to call you”, he said looking at her eyes and shed his shirt off. Her eyes traveled over the hard plains of naked flesh and fixated on his hands that were unfastening his pants. “I'll make it up to you”, he promised with a husky voice. Her eyes snapped to his face.

“You're not getting away with this just by using my wonky hormones against me. And you're just saying that because you're horny”, she said trying to stay firm but she already felt her body responding to him and he hadn't even touched her.

“And who's fault is that?” he smirked and kicked off his pants along with his boxers. He was completely naked in front of her and she did everything she could to keep her eyes on his face, she knew he was already rock hard and just the thought made her whole body hum with anticipation. She wet her lips from the thought and his eyes followed the pink tongue with keen interest. “I'm sorry about tonight”, he said and crawled into bed with her, looming over her like a dangerous predator. Without thinking her hands went to his biceps and she stared into his eyes. Among that dark desire she could see he really was regretful for not showing up for their date.

“Once my hormones stop making me crazy that hot body of yours won't work as a tool to make me forgive you everything”, she said only half joking. Again she licked her lips, her fingers were tracing the hard muscles on his arms and she bit her lip as she felt his hard member brushing against her thigh.

“I guess I'll have to indulge in that privilege while I still can”, he said with a smirk and brushed a soft kiss to the base of her neck. Her hands traveled up his arms to rest on his neck, her fingers lazily toying with the short hair.

“Why didn't you call?” she asked more seriously, turning her eyes to his.

“I did try to call but I couldn't reach your cell and after that dimwit that was covering for my secretary left, the phones went crazy. I couldn't call anywhere for an hour”, he answered and she stared into his eyes to see if he really was telling the truth. “I told her to call the restaurant but I guess you didn't get the message”, he added, his suspicions rising. When the files went missing he couldn't leave the office till they'd be found and he had told the girl to call Buffy home to cancel their date or to the restaurant if she couldn't reach the home number. She had called somewhere but if Buffy didn't get any of the messages then who did that idiot call. “Did something happen tonight?” he asked and Buffy looked at him in surprise before shaking her head.

“Nothing big. Just some guy tried to hit on me all night. I told him I have a boyfriend and I'm pregnant but he didn't seem to care. I'm thinking he's one of those guys who are into pregnant chicks”, she answered without a care but then turned more serious and looked at him carefully, he was scowling.

“What did he look like?” he asked with the look on his face darkening, he had an idea of what was going on.

“Am I going to read in the papers that a guy matching his description was found floating in a lake?” she asked with half seriousness.

“No, just asking”, he answered, then added with a chuckle, “And if I made him disappear, they wouldn't find his body.”

She gave him a soft glare and smacked his shoulder. Sometimes when he thought no one was looking, he had a dark look in his eyes that made shivers run down her spine and she knew he could make that threat true if he wanted to. “Don't say a thing like that”, she said and again he chuckled.

“Sorry. I promise I won't kill him”, he said with mock seriousness and placed a hand over his heart. She still glared at him but then rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat. She had a naked Angel on top of her and he wanted to discuss about some no name guy at the restaurant. What was wrong with the picture?

“A normal guy, tall, in his early thirties, dark hair and blue eyes.”

Angel just nodded, he had a feeling he knew who that was. “That fits few too many men for me to go and kill him”, he said and her eyes narrowed. “Just kidding, honey”, he assured her.

“I don't know if you are, you got all growly over Spike the other morning.”

“I didn't get growly because of Spike. He just annoyed me”, he said matter of factly.

“You were jealous”, she persisted and rubbed herself against his hard body, wrapping her leg around his thigh. He groaned deep in his chest.

“Maybe I was a little jealous”, he answered with a crooked smile and let his hands wander down her sides, his fingers gathering the hem of her nightie into his hands.

“I think you were”, she smirked and her hand traveled down his smooth chest, going over his flat stomach till finally her fingers wrapped around his rigid member. He groaned from the contact and his lips descended down to hers, claiming them with hunger. She arched off the bed and let him hike the nightie up to her waist. His hands disappeared under the clothing and cupped her breasts, gently massaging the full mounds. Her fingers threaded into his hair, keeping his head firmly in place as she thrust her tongue into his mouth and stroked his hard cock with her other hand. He groaned against her lips and thrust into her hand, longing for more contact.

“Buffy”, he grunted her name and closed his eyes tightly, her talented hand was driving him too quickly towards a release he didn't want without her. He pulled back, breaking the kiss. He grabbed her wrist, halting her movement and gently raised it to the pillow next to her head. She looked at him questioningly through her passion filled eyes and he smirked, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her lips. “You shouldn't be lying on your back”, he stated and rolled them around so she was laying on top of him.

She smiled, his concern was sweet but the hard cock jutting against her stomach made her loose the ability to form a coherent thought in her head. She licked her lips before leaning down to kiss him, slowly and deeply. She traced his lips with her tongue before pushing inside and mingling with his. His hand disappeared into her long locks of hair and he arched against her, making her moan into his mouth as his chest teased her sensitive breasts. Her lips left his mouth and trailed down his neck, giving a gentle bite to the base before continuing her journey downwards. Her tongue circled around his nipple, teasing the hard peak before taking it between her lips and gently scraping her teeth against it. He jumped, his hands coming to her waist and his hardness grinding against her. She let out a soft grunt as his cock nudged against her wet heat.

She lifted her eyes to his, the heat in his gaze was making her shiver with want and quickly she moved down, shedding wet kisses to his hard stomach. Her tongue circled around his navel but she didn't stop until she was facing his proud cock that was begging for attention. She blew a cool breath on it and smiled as he jumped. He looked at her pleadingly and groaned deep in his chest as her lips wrapped around the head. His hand went to her hair as she sucked the head of his cock and swirled her tongue around it. Her hand cupped his balls, feeling the weight of them and gently massaging them as her mouth worked on his hard member.

“Jesus, Buffy!” he cried out as she took more of him into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat. His fingers curled around her long locks of hair and his eyes closed tightly as he did his best not to come like a inexperienced boy. He tried to pull her up but her hand started stroking his girth with a firmer hold and she hummed around his cock, quickly moving him towards a release. He could feel himself letting go and the low groans and grunts he was voicing only made her work harder.

“Buffy”, he groaned her name, again his eyes closing as he tried to find the thought that was fleeing from him. “Stop. I'm gonna...” he tried again but didn't get to finish as she gently raked her teeth over the sensitive skin before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could and swallowed around him. “Buffy!” With a cry of pleasure he released his seed into her hot mouth and she greedily swallowed every drop, her hand still stroking him, milking him dry. He slumped against the bed, his breathing heavy and rapid as he stared at the ceiling trying to get his mind work.

With a satisfied smile, Buffy licked the softening cock clean of his release and pressed a soft kiss to his hip before crawling up his body till she was facing him. He directed his eyes to her and smiled crookedly. He lifted his hand, smoothing back her hair and pulled her into a slow kiss. His hands drifted to her waist, keeping her in place straddling his hips with her weeping core pressed against his hardening member. His hand traveled down her body, running down her thigh and disappearing under the nightie, pushing the fabric up. His hand smoothed over her ass and he frowned as he realized she was wearing a thong, the small piece of fabric was soaked through with her juices but it was still there, a barrier between him and her. His finger toyed with the scrap of underwear before finally pulling it down her legs. She whimpered against his lips as he snapped it in half and threw the useless clothing away, his hand returning to its place between her legs. His fingers teased her sex, rubbing her sensitive clit and finally dipping inside her wet channel with ease. He already knew she was ready for him, dripping wet but he wanted her begging.

“Angel”, she whimpered as she rocked against him, moaning as his fingers slowly fucked her. Her lips spread sloppy kisses to his neck and chest, her teeth scraping against his nipples. “Angel, please”, she whispered and a moan fell from her lips as his thumb brushed against her clit.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and promising but somehow he managed to conceal the need he had for her.

“I need...” she started but was cut off by another moan. “I need more”, she finished after she had managed to gather her thoughts. He wanted to tease her, make her really beg but the fact that his dick felt like it was going to fall off if he soon wasn't inside her made him rethink that desire. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from inside her and soon her whine of protest turned into a moan from the pleasure as he positioned his cock to her waiting opening. She tried to push down, have him inside her but he firmly held her waist, keeping her in place.

“Easy, baby”, he said softly. Their eyes locked and he used that moment to thrust into her. They both moaned in pleasure as his hardness filled her, his girth stretching her delicate walls. His hands wandered up her pregnant stomach to the heavy breasts, his large hands covering them and his finger flicking down the thin strap of her nightie. She let out a breathy moan as his fingers teased her nipples. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly lifted herself up till only the head of his cock was inside her. She smiled and slammed down on the hard member, biting her lip to keep the scream from leaving her. He grunted, his hands going back to her waist and his eyes closed as she squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. He let her set the pace and they moved together in a languid rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of breathy sighs and deep grunts as the two sought pleasure in each others bodies.

Gently Angel rolled them around so she was under him but he kept his weight off of her, leaning to his arms. He kissed her passionately before his lips went to suck on the sensitive skin on her neck, his hand traveled down her body to where they were connected and his fingers stressed the bundle of nerves making her quickly climb towards her first crisis. She was writhing underneath him, her legs wrapping more tightly around his hips and her nails digging into the skin of his arm as she felt herself being rushed into new heights.

“AngelAngelAngel”, she repeated his name like a prayer and with a cry of ecstasy she let herself go, a wave of hot pleasure running through her body as she fell to the abyss. He tried to keep himself from joining her but the hot sheath rippling around him was making it impossible and with a grunt that was meant to be her name, he released his seed inside her. He buried his head to the pillow next to her head, he was struggling to keep his weight off of her.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she wrapped her arms around him, her finger lazily playing with the short hair in the back of his neck. He pressed a wet kiss to her cheek before rolling off of her. She turned to her side, letting her eyes travel over his body, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. She shifted closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder before setting her head against it.

“I'll take your apology into consideration”, she said with a crooked smile. He turned to look at her, he was wearing that sexy smirk that made her weak in the knees, that is if they didn't already feel like spaghetti.

“Maybe I'll just have to work harder”, he stated. She let out a soft laugh.

“Maybe a little later. I can't feel my legs right now”, she murmured and closed her eyes. He brushed his lips across her forehead and smoothed her hair back. His eyes wandered over her soon to be sleeping form, she was still wearing the nightie. He pulled the cover over them and closed his eyes, deciding he would continue apologizing first thing in the morning.

Angel stormed into his grandfather's office, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Daniel just lifted his head from the papers in front of him and waved his secretary off. Dutifully the woman stepped back and closed the door behind her. “So, what is the reason for this visit?” Daniel asked nonchalantly and leaned back in his chair, signing for Angel to sit into the seat in front of his desk. Angel clenched his hands into fists.

“I thought I told you to stay the hell away from her”, he growled but did sit to the chair his grandfather offered.

Daniel chuckled humorlessly but his eyes showed a mirth that was rarely there. He leaned forward and placed his arms to the desk surface, threading his fingers together. “You didn't really think I'd throw in the towel, did you? Just give in and not check up on the girl you knocked up. She is a sweet little thing I admit, but looks can be deceiving and you know it. I wanted to make sure she wasn't just after your money and fooling around with other men. I didn't build this company for it to go to some gold digger”, he said firmly and Angel's eyes narrowed. Again he had to take a deep breath to keep his cool.

“You know damn well Buffy has her own money and she's not after your fucking fortune.”

“You know what a suspicious nature I have”, Daniel said with a smirk and pulled out a folder from the top drawer. He threw it to the table, making it slide in front of his glowering grandson.

“What's that?” Angel asked, just glancing at the folder before raising his eyes back to the older man.

“Information on your girlfriend. Want to read it?”

“No thanks”, Angel answered stiffly. The thought was tempting but he didn't want to give his grandfather the satisfaction.

“There's also Lindsey's report from last night”, the man tempted and Angel's dark eyes snapped to his face.

“I already know what happened and you better tell him to stay the fuck away from her. If I catch him snooping around her, it won't be pretty”, Angel growled fighting to keep himself under control, then took several deep breaths to calm himself. “Why'd you send Lindsey to hit on her? I didn't think that would be your style”, he asked after a while, his dark, almost black eyes looking at the old man sitting on the other side of the large desk. A smirk rose to the man's face, he looked like a wolf who had found his target.

“Just a little test to see where her loyalties lie. Pregnant women are easy, they feel unattractive and bloated but a young man showing his interest will make them feel very flattered, even unfaithful. But since you refuse to read the report, I might as well tell you that she had very little interest in Mr. McDonald.”

“I already knew that”, Angel stated with an arrogant hint in his voice. He got up from the chair and placed his hands on the surface of the desk, leaning forward. Daniel looked up to his grandson as he towered over him. “Next time you want to play your little games, don't pull Buffy into them. And I don't like it when you fuck with one of my cases. I aim to win that son of a bitch and I don't need you hiding the files”, he continued, his voice low and menacing.

Daniel didn't say anything, he just watched as Angel straightened up and calmly walked out of this office. Slowly a wolfish smile rose to his lips and he reached for the file, putting it back to the drawer.