Demon Hunting and First Dates. With angelbuffy
((Follows this post.Angel didn't get much sleep that day. The curtains that had been brought up were perfect, heavy velvet that let in no light at all, and he felt perfectly comfortable walking around the room during the day
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It wasn't that he was upset that she had to think about him drinking blood - he was a vampire, it was what he did. He was upset that he hadn't thought about that himself. And now that she'd mentioned it, he really was getting hungry. He'd been ejoying himself, had his mind on something else this entire time, and hadn't noticed. Buffy always made him forget important things.
They found a phone booth, and Angel looked up butcher shops in the yellow pages. Thankfully, even in this day and age, there were still old-fashioned butchers who served the public. The closest was several blocks out of their way, but Buffy seemed alright with walking, so they headed down there.
He felt a little uncomfortable asking for a large quantity of pig's blood with his beautiful, upscale-dressed girlfriend standing calmly beside him, and the butcher gave him a vaguely surprised look, but it was actually a good thing. Now the butcher knew him, would recognize him (as the weird guy who bought blood on a regular basis, but still), and if Buffy needed, for whatever reason, to buy it for him, it wouldn't appear that strange.
They left the butcher shop, one bag extra in tow, and headed back for the hotel. This time, Angel wrapped his arm around her waist. "So, I'm fed, or close to it, you're gonna get fed once we're back at the hotel... what's next on the agenda? A movie?"
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She wanted to yell at the butcher for looking at her and Angel that way, but she was too happy to be angry over something that little. She was happy that there was even a butcher shop as close as they were. Especially in Manhattan. Especially close enough.
“Movie sounds great.” He was lucky that she had coherence. All she could feel were his hands on the small of her back. All she could feel was comfort. She snuggled closer to him as they were walking, and put her hands around him as well. “I’m trying to decide if I want a burger and fries or something else. It’s a tough decision. I definitely want some apple pie if they’ve got it.”
She was rambling Buffy. Happy, rambling Buffy. Did that count as three dates? She wanted it to count as three dates. Hell, she might even rationalize even more after they had been fed. Probably would rationalize while they were eating. There was no way that thought was going anywhere.
“I know it’s a dumb question, but what movie?” She knew he didn’t know anything about movies. Maybe she was mistaken though.
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Buffy wrapped her arms around him, and Angel startled slightly, inhaling a little sharply. That didn't help, because so close together, he could smell every nuance of her scent. Definitely eating, as soon as possible.
"What movie?" Her question distracted him slightly from his wandering thoughts. He chuckled a little. "Do you know how long it's been since I've watched-- anything? I'm sure the room's got Pay-Per-View, we'll find something."
That was when Angel realized something, rather minor, but surprising, given how long they'd known each other. "I don't know what kind of movie you like."
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She chuckled at him. “You know? I pretty much like any and all movies. Even the old fashioned Chinese movies with bad fighting. My mindset is that if I have the time to sit through an entire movie without a looming apocalypse, or the electricity going off in my house? It was a pretty good night, and I shouldn’t complain about the simple blessings.” She wasn’t going to make him sit through Ice Castles, that was just really mean. If Xander hated it, she couldn’t imagine how Angel would feel about it.
On second thought, that might actually be hilarious.
They got to the hotel and she walked up to the front desk and asked if she could order there, rather than call. They obliged, and she settled on chicken Parmesan, since they didn’t really have burgers and fries at the hotel. Not surprising at all. She should have known that just by the look of the place.
Chicken Parm was good enough. Better, even.
They got to the stairs and she took the lead. She’s shameless.
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They reached the second landing before Angel's mind registered just how isolated the stairs were, too. He could push her against the wall, have his way with her-- she'd probably let him, he knew she wanted it, too--
Angel ran a shaky hand over his face. He pulled one of the containers of pig's blood out of the bag and pulled the lid off. It was cold, which was disgusting, and he knew Buffy had heard the rustling of the bag and the 'pop' of the lid, but at this point, he didn't care; he had a hard enough time controlling himself around her when his defenses weren't lowered because of hunger.
He drank more than half of the quart-sized container before he began to feel a little better. He drank it until there was a quarter of the container left, then replaced the lid and put it back in the bag. He made sure there was no blood on his lips or around his mouth.
That could not happen again. Especially if they were going to take this slow.
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Why was she suddenly hungry? God only knew.
When she heard him put the cap back on, she sped back up the stairs in hopes that her food would get there earlier. Her tummy was actually growling. Seriously, it was like an animal in there. It was kind of awkward silence on the stairs. She didn’t really know what to say. She didn’t really want to ask him how his blood lust was going, and at the moment, she couldn’t really think of any movies that she even knew of to spark a casual conversation. They only had five more flights to go, so she just sped up them, like it was nothing. Like she was some kind of mutant that had more endurance than anyone else.
Well, really, she did. Meh.
They got to the floor, and she sighed a relief. That was awkward, and she couldn’t even express why.
“I’m starving.” She said as they walked through the door. She wasn’t even out of breath.
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He heard her sigh when they exited the stairwell, and stayed a step behind on the way to the suite.
"We should have eaten before we left," he said quietly, moving to the small fridge and placing the containers in there, then throwing away the bag. "I'm sure your food'll be up pretty soon."
Trying to salvage the situation, he gestured toward the TV. "You wanna see what movies they have? I bet if we asked, they could even get us a DVD or something." The place was magical in its ability to get anything asked for or wanted, why not a movie?
He stripped off his coat and hung it in the closet, then wasn't sure what to do with himself. He shoved his hands into his pockets, then decided to just sit down on the couch in front of the TV. Give Buffy some space, let her decide what to do.
Hello, awkwardness. It's been a while, how've you been? Angel deadpanned to himself. Me? Oh, I've been great, until now.
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“Yeah, name some off. I’m going to change.”
She loved her new clothes, but she wanted comfy clothes. She wanted to keep her new boots on too, but they wouldn’t really look great with comfy clothes.
She left the door open so he could name some movies off, but before she even got into her shirt, her food came, she practically ran out of the room and grabbed dinner, tipping generously the man that brought it for her. She brought it over to the couch and sat next to Angel, smiling.
No more nonsense, movie time.
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Angel decided then and there that he would never understand her. They'd gone from awkward and sullen, to comfortable and happy, in a matter of seconds. Pushing that aside, he went back to the movie menu.
"Uh... 'Aliens in the Attic,' 'Angels and Demons,' 'Bruno,' 'Coraline'... You know I have no idea what any of these are, right?"
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“Okay, so no to Angels and Demons. I don’t really want to watch some person trying to recreate what really exists. I’ll either get really mad or I’ll laugh.” She kept listening. She really had no idea.
“Um, Bruno? I don’t know. Aliens in the attic? Huh?”
She shoved more in her mouth. It was really good.
She saw Fast and Furious.
“That one. Vin Diesel. Yum.”
She looked at him, and smiled.
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"That one. Vin Diesel. Yum."
Angel returned her look with a raised eyebrow. "That 'yum' had better be about your food," he warned, though he couldn't quite hide the warmth in his voice.
He selected the movie, then leaned back and rested his arm along the back of the couch, lightly over her shoulders. Not exactly holding, just touching. "First the pig, now a guy named after gasoline."
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She put her food down, because she had mowed most of it down anyway, and leaned up against him. “Even if he’s not gay, he’s probably really not as strong as he says he is. He wouldn’t get vampires. He’d probably be the first to go, actually. Which is a sad thought.”
Hrm.
“I’d have to stake Vin Diesel. Crap.”
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"You... are so strange. As soon as I think I know what's going on in that head of yours, you say or do something to surprise me." He rested his cheek on top of her head, and said softly, "Don't ever change."
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“I don’t ever plan on changing. I’m weird and erratic, I can’t help it. Besides… isn’t that why you fell in love with me in the first place?”
She said love. Yep, love love love.
She kissed him on the bottom of his jawbone.
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And then she kissed his jaw, and Angel froze. Slow, slow, slow, he repeated to himself. They'd snuggled before, they'd even made out together before, without it leading to anything. Why should this be any different?
Because they didn't have the threat of him losing his soul hanging over their heads. And that really made all the difference.
Angel had just decided to untangle them, put a respectable distance between them before one or the other went a little too far, when he made a mistake: he looked at her.
There she was, the most perfect girl he'd ever met, who loved him, wanted him, and even now was looking at him without a shred of fear or anger. They were in a relationship, and he wasn't going to lose his soul, ever, no matter what he did, or they did together, or--
And then he was kissing her. Not some chaste little peck on the lips, but a full-blown, breath-stealing kiss. And he didn't even have any breath!
Angel tangled his hands in her hair, cupping her head and holding her steady.
Oh yeah. Watching a movie had been a great idea.
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It was interesting, thinking about it now. The second she thought about throwing caution to the wind, it seemed like that is exactly what Angel had decided. She was going to tule the decision one as mutual. Technically, their first date was shopping, second date was carriage ride, and third date was the movie. It all worked out, and that was slow enough.
And Jesus Christ, Buffy thought to herself, Angel has his soul! Forever. There being no chance to loose it. Ever. What was so wrong with what they were doing? Why couldn’t they be? Who was judging when the only people in the room were her and Angel? Why did she care about judgment? Since when did she give a damn about that?
His lips were on hers, and her memory of that first night of them together all came back in waves. It was like yesterday years ago. This time, there was more involved with less complication. This time, there was no inexperience, but there was a lot of pent up energy, and too much frustration to count.
She followed him, letting him explore her with his hands, feeling like little needles, wherever they roamed. Her tongue was exploring his mouth like it was the first time in a new territory. She couldn’t help but nibble on his lip, begging for more. He had pushed her up against the couch, where she willingly followed. Her one hand was on the nape of his neck, pushing him against her, begging for him to never break away. Her other hand was pulling up his shirt. She needed bare skin.
Oxygen? Who breathes, anyway?
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