Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five

Spellbound

Written by Sarah

Part One

~Los Angeles, California: Present Day~ 

Specks of blonde locks infiltrated his vision. She moved with grace and ease, pure unadulterated sin, swaying to the blaring rock music pounding throughout the speakers. 

Her friend, whom he assumed to be her lover thrust beside her. Her brunette hair flipped back and forth, her own body full of sheen and sweat, pulsating to the erotic beat. 

They moved as one, yet they were two separate entities, two hot blooded women full of young teenagers' dreams and desires. 

The blonde was the one who captured his eye though. He'd seen the brunette before, possibly familiarizing himself with her through a sexual encounter; the dark haired man was unaware. 

He wanted her, of that he was certain. 

It appeared as though she was calling to him, as if she was using some magnetic pull to tie him to her. She was a devil, he knew that much. No woman should be able to attract a man, a bachelor who'd become known as a player, at that. 

Her body moved throughout the darkness, the honey colored skin reflecting off the dim colored lights. Her sexual prowess penetrated off her like waves splashing from a cold storm. She was the vixen all men knew her to be, and the ones who didn't were a fool all in the same. 

“Angelus?” a voice called to him, and for a brief moment, he wished for it to be escaping from the blonde goddess' sultry lips. 

“What, Wesley?” he ground out, disappointed that his friend excused him from the erotic images of the blonde that were displaying in his head. 

“I asked you what the status was on the Murphy account.” he explained. “You know we can't afford to have things go wrong. Quentin will…” 

“I know what Travers will do, Wes.” Angel sighed. “God, can you just lay off of work for one fucking night already?” 

Wesley watched as his best friend resumed his search on the dance floor. His dark colored eyes stood still as he found the object of his affection: a slender blonde who was dancing seductively with her friend. 

Wesley smirked inwardly to himself. Angelus would never change. He'd always been a sucker for the blonde women, but this one, Wesley knew, she was different. He would bet odds that she wasn't one for the one nighters. She was distinctive in her own right. And that would be his downfall. 

***

Buffy felt his eyes piercing her body. Her skin became flushed for an unknown reason, her palms getting all sweaty. 

Who was he? Why did she feel this tingling, indulgent reaction when he was gazing at her? 

“I'm gonna get a drink!” Faith called over the blaring speakers. “You'll be okay by yourself?” 

“Faith. I'm twenty four years old, I'll be fine.” Buffy rolled her eyes. 

Faith moved towards the bar as Buffy kept her body pulsating to the rhythmic beat. Suddenly, she felt her hips being grasped upon, her lower body swaying against his already engorged member. 

She knew it was him: the mystery man with pools of chocolate who had been watching her. He was the only one who ignited this unspoken feeling in her. She couldn't explain it, nor did she want to. 

She'd never felt this vibration that he awoke in her, not even when it was with… 

“Who are you?” she asked him, her mind not liking where this was headed. 

“A friend.” He whispered, his enthralling voice echoing in her head like a soothing mantra. 

“I have friends, and none of them look like you, believe me.” she smirked. 

“Is that a good thing?” the voice chuckled. 

“Maybe,” she mumbled playfully, turning her body to look him in the eye. 

His grip on her didn't lessen, and Buffy didn't seem to mind or notice. She was captured deep within his eyes, their dark essence entrancing her. 

“Who are you?” she asked again, looking into his eyes. 

“Why boggle either of our minds down with such hapless information?” he told her. “Are you really going to remember it in the morning?” 

“Maybe I want to know the name of the person whose name I'm going to be screaming.” she suggested. 

“Who said you'll be doing all the screaming?” he teased. 

“You are presumptuous if you are assuming that I mean to sleep with you.” Buffy spoke. 

“Why do you think either of us will be sleeping?” he chuckled at her. 

“Your sexual innuendos aren't exactly a turn on at this point.” Buffy stated. 

“What does turn you on then?” Angel asked, his hands moving lower to grab her butt. 

“Remove your hands, please.” Buffy told him. “As for my turn on's, you'll just have to figure that out on your own. Goodbye, Mystery Man.” 

Buffy removed herself harshly from his grasp, and progressed towards Faith. She met up with her friend at the bar, flirting with the guy behind the counter. 

“Who's the hottie?” Faith pondered, as she took a sip of her glass of Merlot. 

“What?” Buffy asked. 

“The hottie you were thrusting against out there on the dance floor. Don't play coy with me, B. You aren't that cynical.” Faith rolled her eyes. “So, I'll ask you again. Who's the hottie?” 

“I didn't catch his name.” Buffy shrugged. 

“Oh, so he's one of those.” Faith nodded. “So, I'm assuming I'm staying elsewhere this evening, so that you and Mister Well-Endowed can be alone.” 

“I'm not taking him home with me!” Buffy argued. 

“No? Didn't look that way to the obvious outsider.” Faith smirked. “You two were very much with the urged looks of groping. So, when are you going to jump him, may I ask?” 

“Faith, there's going to be no groping!” Buffy exclaimed. 

“Maybe not tonight, no.” Faith wiggled her brows. “Come on, B. Lighten up. Stop being such a tightwad all the time. Get out, live a little. Jump the bones of a few good men before settling down.” 

“Hey, I live quite nicely, thank you.” Buffy said, somewhat offended by her callousness. “I came with you tonight now, didn't I?” 

“And you rejected the first guy who's at least feigned some sort of attraction to you.” Faith reminded her. 

“I'm not ready for a relationship at this stage in my career, Faith.” Buffy reminded her. 

“Oh yes, because designing clothes for a living is so damned hard!” Faith scoffed. “B, you work nine to five, five days a week. You have no social life. All your friends are married, save for me. What exactly do you spend your free time doing? We all know you're not getting any. That's obvious; probably why you're so cranky most of the time anyway.” 

“I'm not cranky.” Buffy disputed. 

“You so are.” Faith told her. “Or do I need to remind you of the 'Cisco incident?” 

“Shut up!” Buffy replied. 

“So, will you go home with Mr. Luscious then?” Faith asked. 

“No, Faith!” Buffy said, grabbing her coat. “And now, I really should get home.” 

“B, it's Friday night!” Faith remarked. “You know, time to party.” 

“I have to work tomorrow, Faith.” Buffy told her. “The Fall line is due in three weeks. I don't have time to go gallivanting around town all night long. I have to work, some of us weren't born with a silver spoon in our mouths.” 

“I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I didn't even know my uncle was that rich, honest!” Faith gave a pained look. “Come on, B! It was a joke. Stay another hour?” 

“I can't. Goodnight, Faith.” Buffy hugged her, and walked out into the darkened night. 

All the way, the man with the chocolate pools had been watching them converse. Slipping out of the shadows, he trailed after the object of his desire. 

***

She felt him behind trailing after her as she turned the corner on 5th and State. It was the tingling feeling creeping up into her skin once more, drawing her essence to his. 

“Unbelievable.” she muttered as she purposely wandered into a darkened alley. 

She hid behind one of the dumpster bins, waiting for her mystery stalker to approach. She heard the pitter patter of footsteps approaching the alley, and walking slowly, silently towards her exact location. 

“Stalker much?” she rammed into him, knocking them both to the ground. 

“That hurt.” he complained. 

“Why the hell are you following me?!” Buffy inquired vehemently. 

“I was walking home.” he remarked. 

“Oh, so you live in a dumpster now?” Buffy asked. 

“No, I live at the Hyperion just around the block.” he smiled. 

“Well, you sure went out of your way to get back to your place, didn't you?” Buffy retorted. “Look, I don't know what type of sick front you use on other girls, but I'm not one of them. I won't swoon at your feet with some pretty words of poetry and fabrications of loving that one person forever.” 

“Do you wanna have sex?” he asked straightforwardly. 

“Okay.” she surrendered immediately. “Your place or mine?” 

***

The door slammed at their invasion of her loft. He slammed her against the door, and nipped at her neck. She moaned in response trying to find the will to at least lock the door during their rousing sexual encounter. 

Buffy managed to lock the loft without making a sound or movement out of his grasp. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, giving her whole body goose bumps. 

His touch was soothing, a medicine for the ache that ceased to subside. She was hungry for him, her lower regions creating moistness every time she felt his tongue on her. 

“Bedroom?” he murmured against her skin. 

“Upstairs and to the left.” she whispered as he bit playfully on her ear lobe. 

The pair managed to make it upstairs, despite stopping at various intervals to playfully nibble, suck, or bite the other person. At one point, Buffy even pushed Angel into the wall and proceeded to rip off his clothes, but he pulled her closer to him and led her into the bedroom. 

Buffy crushed him against the inside wall of her bedroom. It'd been months, even years, since she felt something warm against her skin. 

“I want you…” Buffy sighed softly into his lips as he parted them for better access. 

His tongue probed the roof of her mouth, while his hands continued their ministrations on her lower back. His hands roamed the small of her back, creating soothing circular motions that almost made Buffy melt on site. 

“I thought you didn't sleep with presumptuous strangers.” He muttered as his tongue moved to her neck, suckling the base of it. 

“Bed…” she sputtered, licking the inner shell of his ear. 

The couple glided towards the canopy bed, where Angel lifted her up gently and laid her down softly against the pillows. He hovered over, leaving small, open mouthed kisses along exposed patches of skin. 

“You taste delectable. Like vanilla and peaches all messed into one. It's intoxicating.” Angel explained to her, upon capturing her mouth once more. 

Buffy moaned silently into his mouth as the large hands of her lover unbuttoned the clasp of her pants. Angel slipped her pants from her body, tossing the garment to a vacant spot on the nearby floor. 

Buffy propped her forehead against his, as his prodigious arms grasped her waist, pulling her closer to him. His arms pursued a slow and tantalizing path down to the firm globes of her buttocks, squeezing them delicately. 

Buffy's own hands were shivering. In all her youthful years of intimacy, she'd never been so nervous, not even when she lost her virginity to Parker close to ten years ago, at the tender age of sixteen. 

This man, her lover for the night, invoked a passion inside her. He made her savor emotions that had been pent up for so long, Buffy herself wasn't even aware that such sentiments existed within her mind or body. 

She unbuttoned his maroon silk top, roaming her fingers over the sleek contours of his chest. Absentmindedly, her mouth latched onto a nipple, and bit down playfully. 

Angel himself took that as a signal that she wanted to move forward with their coupling. She hadn't told him to stop yet, or even put up a struggle to move away from him. It was obvious to him that she was aroused by his caresses, and she didn't seem to notice when he ripped her ivory lace thong from her body. 

His lips departed from her own, and he dragged his tongue down to her breasts, nipping at them lightly. When he felt her nudge up against his protruding member, Angel enclosed a dusky peak onto his awaiting lips. 

He swirled his tongue around the areole, feeling the nipple harden under his pliable embrace. While his tongue soothed one breast, his fingers massaged her other breast, making the tenderized skin stiffen at the flick of his tender caress. 

He glanced up at her as he diverted his attention to the opposing, and previously unattended breast. Her facial expression was contorted in pleasure, her head positioned against the soft pillows, constructing herself to appear like a wanton lover. 

She was perfect, a pliable source until his gaze. He wanted to know what she tasted like, if that musky vanilla scent that she wore resided within her. He licked around the pebbled nipple one last time, before proceeding a slow and languid trail to her tanned thighs. 

He dipped his tongue teasingly into her moist center, silently thanking the gods for allowing him one night with her. She tasted like the same vanilla as her skin, combined with the faintest aroma of lilacs. 

He thrust his tongue in and out of her, starting off slowly and then speeding up faster with every moan he heard. He felt her give way, and heard her thrashing above him. 

After her third orgasm, he moved his mouth away from her thighs, and towered himself above her. 

His aroused member pressed lightly into her stomach, and she felt him pull her closer to him. 

“What do you want now?” he teased, already knowing her reply. 

“I want you inside me.” she whispered. 

He entered her slowly, feeling her body protest at the intrusion. Before, Angel would have thought her to be a virgin, but after overhearing the conversation between the two friends earlier, he knew that fact not to be true. 

After feeling her inner muscles loosen their hold on him, Angel started moving at a slow pace, wanting his writhing lover to set the tone. He nibbled lightly on her bare skin, suckling lightly. 

He felt her shift, uncomfortable with their present sexual position. Buffy shifted them, so that she was on top of his aroused member. 

Buffy pressed him back into the pillows, and felt him grasp her hips. She started gyrating his hips, feeling his hardened member delve deeper into her inner core. 

He seized her hips, jerking her forward. He entwined his hands in her hair, and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, grazing her lower lip slightly. 

Buffy pulled away from him moments later, resting the palms of her hands on his chest, while she ground onto his erection. 

They came together, moments later, reveling in their blissful session of great sex. The pair had mad passionate sex three more times that night, before falling asleep, with Angel's arms tightened around Buffy's waist. 

***

When Buffy roused herself from slumber the following morning, she felt strong arms wrapped around her waist, and something hard rubbing up against her lower back. 

She groaned inwardly, recollecting the course of events that had happened the previous night. Her mind didn't want to believe those memories, but the ache in her lower regions confirmed the suspicion. 

She'd slept with the sexy man from the club. The same sexy man who was in bed, sleeping right beside her, with his arms wrapped around her, and his member right… 

*Oh god!* Buffy scolded herself. *You slept with the sexy man from the club, a total stranger!* 

Looking to the other side of her, she saw the man in question. His brow was furrowed as if he was in deep thought, and he kept caressing the empty part of the bed, as if he'd been missing her, as if they were a couple. 

Buffy moved around the loft slowly, donning a silk charmeuse top, pinstrip black pants and a pair of stiletto heels, exiting the room silently. She crept downstairs, and poured herself a glass of orange juice, so as not to disturb anyone. 

“Someone was up late last night.” Faith's voice echoed through her head. “Did Mr. Luscious keep you up late?” 

“Shut up, Faith!” Buffy grumbled. 

“Did you find that pent up release you were looking for?” Faith raised an eyebrow suggestively. 

“Stop it.” Buffy retorted, glaring menacingly at her. 

“So, what's Mr. Hottie's real name?” Faith asked. 

“I--I didn't ask.” she replied sheepishly. 

“Oh, this is classic.” Faith chuckled mockingly, and then quickly sobered up. “Fortunately for you, I was able to find your mystery man's name from a few willing and able participants.” 

“I really don't need to hear about your sexcapades.” Buffy groaned. “Just tell me.” 

“Well, according to his friend and fellow co-worker, your boy, who I'm assuming is upstairs sleeping after his little “up with people” meeting, is named Angelus O'Connor, also known as Angel. Not to mention the fact that his chosen profession is that he's a lawyer, which is very ironic in my book.” 

“A lawyer?” Buffy sputtered out, her eyes bulging. 

“Yes, a lawyer.” Faith repeated. “You do remember all about lawyers, don't you? Stingy men.” 

“I remember.” She nodded, her face turning solemn. 

“So, what do you plan on doing exactly?” Faith asked her? 

“Faith, why are you acting like what he and I had was a relationship?” Buffy inquired. “We had some casual sex, that's it. No strings attached.” 

“No?” Faith wondered. “Not from how it looked like last night.” 

“Then you read too much into it.” Buffy quirked an eyebrow. “I'm late for work. Make sure Angel sees himself out.” 

“Oh my god! You've named the puppy.” Faith chortled. 

“Excuse me?” Buffy stopped mid walk to the apartment door. “I did not!” 

“You just called him Angel.” Faith cornered her. 

“No, I didn't.” Buffy denied, her face turning a shade of red. 

“Okay, I'm just psychic and I knew his name was Angel.” Faith rolled her eyes. “Face it. You like him, and this isn't some fling to you.” 

“Goodbye Faith.” Buffy called, waiving her hand briefly as she left the apartment. 

Faith just smirked coyly and shook her head, knowing that things were about to get complicated. 

***

Angel arose mid day, caressing the vacant spot next to him, expecting to find the vivacious blonde that inhabited the bed alongside him the night before. All he found was a half made bed and no blonde haired woman. 

He jerked up out of bed, and set about retrieving his clothes. Where was she and why was he so concerned about her said whereabouts? 

He was just a guy who'd had casual sex with a pretty lady, no strings involved. He wasn't about to get all wrapped up in some woman just because she had a pretty smile and a gorgeous body. 

Once dressed in last night's attire, Angel literally leaped down the stairs to the lower level of the loft. He was about halfway to the door when a voice stopped him. 

“So, did you have fun last night?” the voice chuckled, and Angel turned around. 

He came face to face with a stunning brunette who had her arms crossed, and was trying hard not to laugh. He vaguely remembered her from the club last night, where some of his and Wesley's coworkers had hit on her to no avail. 

“Excuse me?” he asked. 

“Did you have fun last night? God knows, I'm still reeling from the fact that my best friend can actually cut loose once in a while.” Faith smirked. “I could hear you two lustbunnies from all the way down the hall. You really should try and be a bit more silent next time.” 

“Next time?” Angel repeated. 

“Well, assuming there is a next time, of course.” Faith raised an eyebrow. “Come on, lighten up. You really aren't charming or attractive with that morbid scowl on your face. Must be why she likes you so much. You two are so similar, it's ironic.” 

“I have to go.” he told her, annoyed with her questions. 

“Oh, sure. I have a feeling that you and I will be seeing more of each other.” Faith laughed. “Goodbye O'Connor. Hope you have an upbeat day!” 

Angel just shuddered and slammed the door shut on his way out. He was going to kill whoever told that brunette his name. 

***

Buffy tried to focus on her latest design prints. Every time she tried to focus, all her mind kept thinking about were his hands that had been on her hours ago. 

God, a man with those kind of hands should have been damned. They could do all sorts of sinful things, as Buffy herself had experienced firsthand. 

She herself wondered throughout the course of the day why she was still thinking about this. It had only been a one night stand, right? 

And since that was all that it was, why couldn't she get the image of their coupling out of her head? 

No, no. This was insane. He was just a casual fuck, and that's it. He'd be erased from her mind by the end of the week, of that Buffy was sure. 

Because she sure as hell couldn't be developing feelings for her lover for one night, could she? 

***

Angel stumbled through the door of his loft. She was still in his head, smiling, torturing him. 

Why was that happening? 

He'd gotten what he wanted from her last night. He'd taken her to bed, and that should have been the end of it. 

Somehow, she was still in his head, and he couldn't get her out. He still sensed the faintest aroma of vanilla coursing through his veins, driving him insane with jealousy. 

He needed to get her out of his head. He couldn't be boggled down with thoughts of the one woman who'd ignited a burning desire in him that he'd never felt before. She'd only been his lover for one night, so why was it that he could remember every sordid detail about their coupling? 

Angel shook his head one final time. He needed a drink. A long, stiff drink. Maybe then he could erase her from his memory altogether. 

He sure as hell couldn't be falling for his one night stand, right? 

Part Two

Buffy arrived home to see Faith sitting on the couch, reading a book. Her eyes almost died of shock. 

Faith…book reading? 

In all the years that the two had been friends, not once had Buffy ever known Faith to pick up that sort of knowledge, not even when they were in school. 

Buffy still pondered how the hell Faith had managed to graduate from high school without ever opening a textbook, let alone skipping class half the time. 

“Hey.” Faith remarked, not looking up from her book. 

“Hi.” Buffy said awkwardly. “What're you reading?” 

“A book on pregnancy, actually.” Faith murmured, shutting the book silently. 

“What?” Buffy asked, trying to comprehend what Faith had just said. 

“I'm pregnant.” Faith replied, looking up at her with tear stained eyes. “I just found out this morning.” 

“So, what else did the doctor say?” Buffy asked. 

“I didn't go to a doctor. I took a home pregnancy test after your boy left today. It was positive.” Faith replied shamefully, her puffy eyes darting to the floor. 

“Faith, you know those things aren't always one hundred percent effective.” Buffy remarked, trying to lift her friend's spirits, at least until they knew for certain. “You need to see a doctor.” 

“I can't.” Faith shook her head. 

“Faith, you have to.” Buffy argued. “If it turns out you are, in fact, pregnant, a doctor can tell you what prenatal care you need to provide so that you can take care of yourself and your baby. Doctors won't judge you. If you want, I'll go with you.” 

“I can't have a baby.” Faith protested. “I can barely take care of myself, let alone a child. I have a hard enough time paying my half of the rent every month. How am I supposed to afford having a child?” 

“I'll help you. You know you are not alone in this, Faith.” Buffy comforted her. “I'll just work some extra hours at the office. We're supposed to be getting that new client, Ella, the one I talked to you about? We'll make it work. It might be tight for a while, but we'll manage it.” 

“You'd do that?” Faith asked. 

“You're my best friend, Faith. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.” Buffy smiled. 

“What about that guy, though? Mr. O'Connor?” Faith asked. 

“I told you already it was a fling. No strings attached.” Buffy shrugged off. 

“You like him.” Faith said, yawning and falling back asleep on the couch. “Cute boy.” 

“Sweet dreams.” Buffy kissed her forehead. *Everything will be all right, Faith. I promise you that.* 

***

“Her name is Buffy Summers.” Doyle told his friend, slamming the file gently down on his desk at work the following Monday. “Has a twin sister named Tara, who hasn't been heard from since the late 90's. Mommy and Daddy told Buffy her sister was dead. Buffy's been living with Faith since she was 19, just after high school.” 

“Thanks Doyle. You'll keep searching on any new information that comes up?” Angel pondered. 

“You know I will.” Doyle nodded. “Just ask me something. You sure about this girl?” 

“She gets to me. I can't explain it. It's like she's in my every waking thought when I'm not with her.” Angel told him. “I know it sounds crazy, considering I only knew her for a few short, but yet informative hours, but I feel that she's the one.” 

“You're such a pussy.” Doyle chuckled. “This is priceless. Angelus O'Connor's first one night stand in months has got him pussy whipped.” 

“Says the man whose high maintenance fiancée has him wrapped around her little finger. If she asked you to dress up like a puppy, you would.” Angel retorted. 

“Touché.” Doyle smirked. “You really should try to forget about her, man. Girl like that probably has a big, bulky boyfriend at home. Move on.” 

“I can't.” Angel sighed. “You'd feel the same way if it was Cordelia.” 

“True.” Doyle nodded. 

“So, find out everything you can about her.” Angel eyed him intently before dismissing him. 

“Hey.” Doyle greeted Wes as the other man walked into the room. 

“Hey Doyle.” Wes smiled as he left, and turned his focus back to Angel. “Just stopped by for a friendly chit chat, did he?” 

“Something like that.” Angel shrugged it off. 

“ 'Buffy Summers'.” Wesley read the labeling on the manila folder before Angel snatched it out of his hands. “I take it you haven't given up on your obsession with this girl then?” 

“It's not an obsession.” Angel vehemently insisted. 

“No?” Wesley asked. “You haven't taken a shower, changed clothes, and I presume slept since you met this girl. You need to let it go, Angel. It was a one night thing, that's it. I think she made it pretty clear that she wants nothing to do with you, no?” 

“I can't accept that.” Angel explained. 

“Can't or won't?” Wesley asked. 

“What are you saying?” Angel grumbled. 

“Maybe you're trying to find a replacement for Darla.” Wesley concluded. 

“Don't you dare fucking accuse me of that!” Angel growled. “You know what happened. You heard the whole conversation.” 

“Let me go!” Darla screamed at him. “Get away from me, you arrogant bastard!” 

“I didn't do anything!” he yelled back. 

“You slept with that whore! I saw you two together, so don't even try and deny it!” Darla raged. 

“Tina and I were just talking, that's it.” Angel explained. “I don't know what you saw but you're wrong!” 

“You lie!” Darla spat at him, breaking out of his grasp. “You ruined my life, Angelus. You deserve to suffer an eternity of torment, because you sure as hell don't know the first thing about love!” 

“I love you.” Angel replied sincerely. 

“No, you never did. You just wanted a pretty blonde on your side to get ahead in your career. You don't know how to love, much less how to feel anything.” Darla accused. “I feel sorry for the woman you actually fall in love with because once you finds out the truth about you, I hope she takes your heart and stomps on it! You don't deserve love!” 

Darla pushed him out of her way, and ran from his office. She never looked back, and was never heard or seen from again. 

“That's not what I meant.” Wesley shrugged off the recollection. “I just meant that is that what this Buffy girl is to you, as Darla once put it? A pretty blonde by your side to help you get ahead in your career?” 

“Of course not.” Angel shook his head. “She's more than that. I'm in love with her.” 

“How can you be in love with a girl you just briefly met for a few short hours? Love blossoms with time, Angel. And you two barely knew each other a few short hours.” Wesley sighed. “I know you may think you're in love with her, but let me ask you this. Ten years down the line, are you sure you're going to feel that way? Can you imagine yourself with this woman that far down the line, perhaps even for the rest of your life? Let's face it, you aren't exactly celibate in the art of intimate flesh.” 

“What are you suggesting?” Angel asked. “That I just let her go?” 

“Do you really want her put her through all that if you don't?” Wesley asked, leaving him to rationalize his thoughts. 

Could he really leave her be? What did he really know about her? Did he really want to be tied down for the rest of his life? 

Angel pondered these thoughts for the rest of the day. He knew what he had to do. 

***

“How are you feeling?” Buffy asked the following morning. 

“I'm fine. A little somber, but overall all right.” Faith nodded. “How are you today?” 

“Good, I have a meeting at the office at noon. Ella wants to discuss the terms of her agreement with the company. Flutie wants me there since she will be my account.” 

“You make her sound like a bitch.” Faith chuckled. 

“Oh look, she can smile.” Buffy complimented her. “Ella is…let's just say a handful.” 

“Sorry, I know I haven't been Miss Upbeat lately.” Faith sighed. 

“You've barely come out of your room since you found out you were pregnant, Faith. That's not healthy for you or the baby you are carrying. You should be taking better care of yourself.” Buffy advised her. “After all, you are providing for two people now.” 

“I know. I will.” Faith nodded in agreement. 

“You seem glum. You sure you're okay?” Buffy inquired. 

“I'll be fine. Probably just a pregnancy thing.” Faith shrugged it off. “You should get going. Don't want to be late for your meeting.” 

“I know. I'll be back later.” Buffy promised. “And then you and I will have a nice, quiet dinner at Hollands.” 

“Okay.” Faith agreed. “Have a good day at work, B.” 

“Thanks, I'll try.” Buffy smiled. “And you try to wipe that sad look off your face.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Faith rolled her eyes. 

“And stop scowling at me!” Buffy remarked, exiting the apartment. 

Faith stared out the window, making sure Buffy was gone before picking up the phone. Dialing the memorized number, Faith waited for the voice to greet her. 

“Hey,” Faith replied coolly. “It's me. I need to see you…” 

***

Angel arrived home that night to a dark, and somewhat empty apartment. Turning on the light, he realized that everything was the same as he'd left it a week ago. 

Empty beer cans and pizza boxes cluttered the floor and coffee table, clothes were strewn every which way across the couch and empty floor space. Angel snorted in disgust. 

He actually lived like this? He wasn't a pig, by any means, but couldn't he at least clean up after himself? 

He moved towards the bedroom, and loosened his jacket from his shoulders, throwing it on the lounge chair nearby. He heaved a sigh of discontent. 

Why was she still there, in his mind? He'd made his decision to stay away from her, so why was it that she consumed him, no matter whether he was with her or not? 

He knew he had to see her. 

Donning some worn jeans and a navy blue polo shirt, Angel grabbed his keys and headed for Buffy's apartment. 

Maybe they could finally put a rest to this torment once and for all. 

***

“I'm pregnant.” Faith blurted out over coffee that afternoon. 

“What?” he gasped. “Is it…?” 

“Yours?” Faith asked. “For all intents and purposes, yes.” 

“But you…and I…” he stammered. 

“I know we both used protection. But we both know that birth control and condoms always aren't 100% effective.” Faith sighed. “The point is, you and I need to start discussing the future, with this baby. Assuming you want a future with your child.” 

“Faith, it's not about that. It's just I'm…” he trailed off. 

“Married. I remember you mentioning it after you knocked me up, yes. I think that was right before I kicked you out.” Faith rolled her eyes. “What does the wifey not approve of your consorts?” 

“She doesn't know.” His eyes cast a downward glance. 

“Oh.” Faith muttered. “So, I guess that's it, right? You have a bastard child that the wife does know about, so you want to pretend like it never existed. I can't do that, William. We created this child together. It wasn't all my doing, as I seem to recall. You have to make a choice. Call me when you do.” 

Faith grabbed her purse, and ran out of the diner, tears forming on her eyelids. 

Would William actually leave her alone in this? Would she be raising a bastard child all by herself? What man could possibly love her now that she had a baby? 

***

Buffy came home to find Faith lounging on the sofa, watching some T.V. The brunette faked a smile at her friend, but Buffy wasn't buying it. 

“Thought I told you to wipe the morbid scowl off of that face.” Buffy shook her head. “What happened?” 

“I had lunch with...my baby's father.” Faith sighed. 

“Oh?” Buffy sat down next to her in the empty chair. “How did it go?” 

“He, umm…” Faith looked down at her feet. “Oh god.” 

“Faith, just tell me what happened.” Buffy remarked. 

“He's married, B. His wife never knew about us. And I never told you because I thought you'd see me as what my family saw me…a used whore.” Faith cried. 

“Faith, you're my best friend. I could never see you that way. I'll love you no matter what fuck ups you do.” Buffy hugged her. “So you got involved with a married man. That's not entirely uncommon these days.” 

“I don't think he wants it...Our baby.” Faith blurted out. “He acted like he wanted nothing to do with me. He got what he wanted with me and now he's just like everyone else.” 

“Then he's a fool.” Buffy comforted her. “If he can't see what a great catch you are, then the bastard wasn't worth it in the first place.” 

“It's not his fault.” Faith defended. “I mean, it took two of us to…I'm partially to blame.” 

“Did he tell you that he was married before you had sex?” Buffy asked. 

“No.” Faith shrugged. “Not until after.” 

“Then how is it your fault? You thought he was single. You didn't know at the time.” Buffy explained. “Don't try and justify his actions to me, Faith. Cuz I can't back you after his manipulations.” 

“And I love you for that, but I can't give up my baby.” Faith noted. “So, whether William is in my baby's life or not makes no difference. I won't have this child play second fiddle to his wife. A child should always come first. If he can't do that, then he doesn't need this child in his life.” 

“You need some cheering up.” Buffy replied, changing the subject. “So, get up and get dressed. We have an eight o'clock reservation at Hollands, and I am not one for being fashionably late.” 

“Party pooper.” Faith joked as she moved towards her bedroom. 

Part Three

“Damn, this place is the shit, B.” Faith admired as they were seated at their table. “But we really can't afford this.” 

“Don't worry about it, Faith. The boss is paying for it since I was able to land our big egotistical client.” Buffy smirked. 

“Giles is letting you spend his money?” Faith scoffed. “Damn maybe I should have sucked up to him more often.” 

“That's my uncle, Faith. Please spare me.” Buffy told her, flipping her golden mane to one shoulder. So, order whatever you want.” 

“Forty dollars a plate for fucking filet mignon?!” Faith screeched. “Fuck that.” 

“Faith, could you please keep your voice down? We are in a restaurant.” Buffy told her. “Don't worry about the cost. Order whatever you want.” 

“Oh my God!” Faith glanced over at the table across the room and dipped her head in her menu. “Why is this happening to me?” 

“What is it?” Buffy pondered. 

“It's William, and his wife.” Faith whispered. “They're here. I need to get out of here before she sees me.” 

“His wife? Why?” Buffy asked. 

“Because she always suspected Will and I of having an affair. I think she eventually put two and two together and…” Faith sighed. “I can't let Dru see me here, Buffy.” 

“Everything's going to be okay. You just stay here, and try and relax.” Buffy remarked, excusing herself. 

Faith just tried to concentrate on the menu choices, instead of her ex across the room, who never saw her best friend coming in that direction. 

“Excuse me.” Buffy tapped William's shoulder. 

“Can I help you?” William asked her. “I was in the midst of a lovely evening with my wife.” 

“You're William, right?” Buffy asked, ignoring his statement. 

“Yes, William Kensington.” He flashed her a smile. “Have we met?” 

“You wish.” Buffy rolled her eyes, and turned towards his wife, who presented a scowl, evident on her features. 

“Hello, I'm Buffy Summers.” She greeted the woman. 

“Drusilla Kensington, his wife.” Dru faked a chuckle. “Is there something you wanted with my husband?” 

“Yes, actually.” Buffy nodded. “You see, Dru…May I call you Dru?” 

“Everyone does.” Drusilla shrugged. 

“Dru, your husband William here has created a very messy situation for me.” Buffy sighed. “I think he needs to take responsibility for creating those problems. Don't you agree?” 

“Yes.” Drusilla nodded. “I believe all men and woman should take responsibility for their actions.” 

“Wonderful!” Buffy giggled sweetly. “Here's my card, William. Call me on it tomorrow morning, and we'll get down to business of what you owe me for the damages. Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Kensington. It was a wonderful pleasure to meet you.” 

“And you, as well.” Drusilla answered for both of them as Buffy returned to her table. “Well, honey…what the hell was all that about?” 

***

“What the fuck did you say to them?” Faith spat as Buffy sat down. 

“Don't worry, Faith.” Buffy smiled. “You are about to get everything you've wanted. And William is going to be the one left hanging.” 

“I'm still jonesing to know what you said to him, B.” Faith replied. 

“You'll find out soon enough.” Buffy teased with an evil gleam in her eye. 

“You're evil, you know that?” Faith asked. 

“You'll be singing a different tune come tomorrow.” Buffy remarked. “William is going to be providing for you and your baby. I'm going to get that jackass to pay you every red cent he owes you and your baby for the lies he told and lives that his lies ruined. You both will be provided for and that's all that matters. So, I think a celebration is in order.” 

“B, we're already at the most expensive restaurant in this side of town. What more is there?” Faith pondered. 

“One last night at your favorite club, for old time's sake.” Buffy told her. 

“Wow.” Faith chuckled. “So, tell me. Are we really going there for me, or are we actually going there for you?” 

“For me?” Buffy repeated. “Faith, you know I hate clubs.” 

“I know. Let's be real here, B.” Faith smirked. “You met that hunk of brooding chocolate-y goodness there, and you are dying to go there to see if you can run into him again, am I right?” 

“N-No, of course not!” Buffy faltered. 

“Whatever.” Faith rolled her eyes. “Fine, we'll go, we'll party.” 

“Good girl.” Buffy smiled, as they enjoyed the rest of their meal together. 

***

“Man, this place is packed tonight.” Faith remarked as they stepped into her favorite club. 

“Yeah, a tad more so than regular, but hey, it's your last fun club night together. Relax.” Buffy reassured her. “I'm gonna get a drink. You want anything.” 

”I guess…mineral water?” Faith suggested. “Since I am with child, and all.” 

“Good choice. I'll be back.” Buffy promised and pushed her way through the crowd, and up to the bar. 

“What can I do you for?” the bartender gave her the once over. 

“One mineral water, and a club soda, please.” Buffy smiled, paying the bartender. 

“You do know this is a bar, don't you?” a voice breathed from behind. 

“You are aware that your present actions could be misconstrued as stalking in all fifty states?” Buffy prodded. 

“I can deal with that. A man in uniform has never kept me from a beautiful woman before.” Angel advanced. 

“Hands off, smart ass.” Buffy turned around, removing his arms from her waist. “I have to get back to my friend, excuse me.” 

“Where is she? I, for one, would love to meet her.” Angel taunted, producing his trademark smirk. 

“What are you doing?” Buffy ignored his last statement. 

“What do you mean?” Angel questioned innocently. 

“You, acting like you and I are pals, or whatever.” she ground out. “We had sex once, that's it. It's called a one night stand; I'm sure you are very familiar with the term. So, you can take yourself right on out that door, and not look back.” 

“You're calling our relationship a farce?” Angel chuckled. 

“Relationship?!” Buffy snorted. “What relationship? You and I aren't in a relationship! We aren't a couple, or whatever your delusional little mind thinks. God, can't you go annoy some other girl whose pants you want to get into?” 

“Oh, but sweetie, your pants are the only ones I want inside.” he mocked, pulling her closer. 

“You are seriously disturbed!” Buffy pushed him away. “Leave me alone or I will get a restraining order against you.” 

“Come back to my apartment tonight.” Angel pled, as she was walking away from him. 

“You're a fool if you expect me to sleep with you again.” Buffy shouted back. 

“Who said anything about a sexual encounter? Isn't it a little pretentious to assume that I want to indulge myself in an erotic display of intimacy with you?” Angel retorted. 

“Pretentious?” Buffy echoed. “You are a delusional, self absorbed, shell of a man who lives just to bed down a different woman each night of the week. Do yourself a favor and stay away from me and my friend. I'm not like the other girls you've bedded and discarded. Unlike them, I go with my gut instinct, and that is to stay as far away from you as possible.” 

“You're a fierce one.” he laughed. “You have a wild tongue.” 

“Stay away!” Buffy roared, leaving the area that he occupied. 

“Wish I could.” He sighed, and resumed his previous position on the barstool, watching her. 

***

“One mineral water for the pregnant woman.” Buffy smiled as she sat down across from her. 

“Does Mr. Hottie O'Connor come with that, waitress?” Faith taunted. 

“So very funny. Any moment I'm sure to laugh.” Buffy pouted angrily. 

“I say you two bickering at the bar.” Faith admitted. “Once more with tension, please.” 

“Did you know he was going to be here?” Buffy prodded. 

“No, I didn't.” Faith replied honestly. “Do you want my opinion?” 

“Not really.” Buffy shrugged. “But, then again, I don't ever really have a choice, do I?” 

“Not really.” Faith chuckled. “My guess is that Mr. O'Connor has been inhabiting this building every night since you two got pelvic. He's in lust with you, at the least. Hell, could be love. Who knows?” 

“That man doesn't know how to love.” Buffy sighed. 

“What did your mother teach you about counting your chickens before they hatch?” Faith shook her head. “So, when are you seeing him again?” 

“I'm not.” Buffy remarked. “He's incorrigible, egotistical…” 

“And you want to get in his pants again!” Faith finished for her. “Face it, B. You are so in lust with him.” 

“No.” Buffy denied. “I'm wondering why I even had sex with him in the first place.” 

“How was the sex, by the way?” Faith asked, sipping her water. 

“Mind blowing, amazing. He did the most sinful things with his tongue, and…” Buffy paused mid sentence. “Focus! Focus! As the best friend, you should be consoling me, not prodding for the gory details of my sex life.” 

“Now you have a sex life?” Faith gasped dramatically. “And we all thought you were just a tight ass who had a big old bug up her ass.” 

“You're quite the little sadist, aren't you?” Buffy scoffed. “I don't like him. He's an arrogant ass that just uses women for sex.” 

“But it's good sex.” Faith deduced. “There's really nothing wrong with that, is there? You both are consenting adults, who can frequent each other's beds if they so desire. Is there really anything wrong with a relationship based on the heightened sexual needs of you both?” 

“You aren't seriously asking me this!” Buffy exclaimed. “Faith, after all we've both been through in the last month or so, you especially, I assumed you would be backing me on this…Not trying to convince me to sleep with the man.” 

“It's not like he's married, B.” Faith mocked her own personal situation. “Besides, it is normal for two adults to resume a purely sexual relationship. It's practically common these days, no?” 

“I suppose so.” Buffy shrugged. “But I want more. I mean, what if the perfect guy comes along, and I miss him because I'm too busy boning every guy that comes my way. I don't want to become like my most of the women in my family. A whore with two kids to raise all alone. I promised myself a better life than that.” 

“As well you should.” Faith agreed. 

“I remember when Daddy used cry in his sleep at night. He loved Joyce…Mom…but she'd cheat on him at least bi-monthly, but since he loved her, he stayed with her…until Tara disappeared. It all fell apart then, as you already know.” 

“They got divorced.” Faith nodded. 

“And then she ran off with some scumbag that she met when she was out whoring around, never heard from again. She ruined Daddy, and I promised myself that she wouldn't ruin me or rule my life, ever.” 

“But what does that have to do with Mr. Hottie over there?” Faith asked. 

“I don't want to become her, Faith.” Buffy sobbed. “And what if he is the one? You and I both know that in the long run, all he is gonna due is hurt me. And I can't live through that. I can't give me heart to someone who's going to stomp on it once it's in their grasp.” 

“How can you be so sure he will?” Faith questioned. “People change, Buffy. And if you don't act, you'll never know. I mean, what if he's the guy…The one you've been searching for all your life, but you never knew it because you held his past against him. You'll still be miserable for the rest of your life, never knowing what could have been.” 

“So, you think I should risk this, everything I've ever achieved, on the precedent that he's the one?” Buffy pondered. 

“That's exactly what I am saying, Buffy.” Faith nodded. “You need to start taking risks, stop being so safe and narrow minded with your emotions.” 

“It's kept me sane this far.” Buffy defended herself. “That fact alone has kept me from making one of the biggest mistakes of my life…pregnancy.” 

“Oh, I see.” Faith replied, feeling ashamed. “Are you insinuating that this life I am carrying around inside me, my child of my own flesh and blood, was a mistake? Granted, it's conception wasn't planned, but that doesn't mean that I am going to look upon them with disdain or regret. It's an innocent life here, B. Maybe if you weren't so selfish, if you actually did something that you cared remotely about, you would figure that out. Instead, all you care about is how far you can make it in your career without failing. You're a self absorbed baby, who only cares about her work ethic. That alone would turn off any man. No wonder you aren't attached by now.” 

“That was harsh.” Buffy sighed, feeling the tears rolling down her face. 

“I'm going to call a cab to take me home.” Faith disregarded her prior statement. “I'll see you at the house.” 

Faith leapt off the chair and made her way to the phone booth intent on calling a cab. Buffy just continued to sit there and sulk, not fully accepting what Faith had conveyed to her. 

Was that really all she was? Mentally screwed up, withholding the knowledge in her mind that if she wasn't perfect, if she didn't keep on the task of her career, that she would be nothing but a washed up failure? 

Was that what people had once seen, and possibly still saw her as? 

Buffy didn't know. Maybe she never would. The only thing she knew was that she couldn't afford to find out. 

Part Four

Buffy felt secluded, insecure, scrutinizing her thoughts inwardly. She couldn't stand the swarming crowds of people, all gazing at her as they walked by. She stood up, not even feeling coherent enough to notice the arms that wrapped around her as she sobbed onto the wine colored shirt. 

Nor did she comprehend the whispers of comforting words into her ear. She just held onto the form tightly, afraid to let go. Afraid that if she moved out of their grasp, if she waltzed out the door right now, she would be broken. 

Angel couldn't suppress himself. He'd witnessed her brunette friend leave mere moments ago, and felt the pang of his lover's sorrow head to the surface. 

She tried to hide it well, covering up her pain and suffering by holding her tears back. He knew he needed to leave her be, but the tug on his heart spoke otherwise. Maybe if he just held her one last time, he'd be able to let his morbid fascination with her dissipate. 

When she wrapped her slender, nubile form around him, Angel realized he couldn't let her go. Her tears penetrated his silk shirt, and Angel was all too unaware of the fact, because his focus was on this woman that was curled tightly into his embrace. 

He continued to whisper comforting words in the shell of her ear, content to just hold her at his side, while the rest of the world just faded into a dark abyss. Somewhere deep inside, Angel knew that wasn't true, and that the woman in his arms would eventually pull away, and leave his life, but he was unwilling to face those detailed factoids at the current moment. 

Buffy knew the moment he wrapped his arms around her hips, who the stranger was. The man had arms of the gods, a sin to all mortals, that much she knew. Yet somehow, in his arms, she knew that everything would be all right, and all her dilemmas would just disperse for the time being. She was not the coddle type, but somehow she could not refuse the soothing diversion his embrace provided. 

So, when she pulled away, and he lent his hand out for her to grasp, she did the only thing she could contemplate, given the current predicament, and her arousing feelings for the dark haired man…She took the extended palm, and followed him. 

***

Faith paced intently around the living room area, distinctly waiting for Buffy's return. The brunette had regretted what she'd preached to her friend, having had a chance to cool down a bit. 

She knew her actions were lewd at minimal, but on occurrence, Faith herself just embraced her inner bitch and refused to comprehend before she responded. 

In her mind and her heart, Faith understood that Buffy wasn't selfish or spoiled; her actions as a teenager were a testament to that. Faith knew that she could just be stubborn and self centered at times, and that is what got her into trouble in the first place. 

So, Faith continued to pace around the lower section of the loft, and prolonged looking at the doorframe like some star struck obsessive fan. How angry could she really be? She'd come home, and then they'd talk out their differences, and do the best friend make up thing with a bowl of buttery popcorn and really old cheesy love flicks. 

Faith slumped down on the couch moments later, and proceeded to dive into their old romantic movie collection, best friend ritual be damned. She could hold out until Buffy got home. After all, she was never one to yield first. 

***

“I really shouldn't be here.” She murmured as he suckled on the base of her neck. “I need to be…” 

“Where? Come on, you can wait a little while. I've been waiting for you for days, a couple hours isn't really going to make a difference, is it?” He pondered, as he grasped her hips, poking his erection into her belly. 

“You know this really isn't going to work, right? This is just sex; what we're doing.” She remarked, trying to define their actions. 

“Is that so?” He smirked. “Am I to believe that you feel nothing when my tongue caresses yours, when I give you the pleasure of the flesh that you've desired? Tell me something, is that just sex to you? I'm presuming that you haven't experienced pleasure like this in the past, that all your previous sexual encounters have just been safe, an intimate act without consequence?” 

“This is an act without consequence.” She whispered in his ear. “Or have you forgotten the pretenses of how we met?” 

“How could I forget?” He asked. 

“I often wonder the same.” She giggled. “God knows it wasn't hard fighting our initial attraction to one other, although the aligning factors were circumstantial.” 

“Not once did I ever doubt us, though.” He smiled down at her. 

“Spoken like a true man.” She leaned forward, as he probed her mouth with his tongue. 

“Wesley…” She sighed. “That feels so good.” 

“Bed?” He asked. 

“How about the kitchen floor this time?” She beamed. 

“Darla, you really bring out the exhibitionist in people.” He responded, following her lead. 

“I'm going to take that as a compliment.” She turned to him, pressing him down into the tile floor. “Get ready, big guy. You're in for the ride of your life.” 

***

“Thank you.” Buffy said, as she prolonged sipping her tea. 

“Are you hungry?” Angel questioned, wanting to delay her departure for as long as possible. 

“Nah.” Buffy muttered, staring down into the tea leaves. “I do want to thank you. I'm just not ready to see Faith just yet.” 

“It's all right.” He nodded. 

“You went out of your way tonight, and you didn't have to so, thank you.” Buffy stared up at him. “You must think I'm the biggest wreck at this point. Poor little Buffy can't fend for herself.” 

“Actually, I thought you looked pretty cute.” He muttered, looking sensually into her mossy green depths. 

“I should really go.” She stated, not moving from her spot on the couch. 

“You really should.” Angel nodded, inching his lips closer towards her. 

The kiss was soft and succulent; full of tender caresses and unspoken promises. Buffy silently wrapped her small frame around him, as he massaged her blonde locks with the palms of his hands. 

Unknowingly, they both made it onto the sofa without breaking anything. His tongue met the base of her neck, suckling on the soft skin. She tasted like apricots and strawberries with a tint of pears. 

Angel continued a trail until he reached her breasts, biting gently on the clothed pebbled nipple. Buffy grasped his shoulders, murmuring some inaudible phrase. He unbuttoned her top gently, throwing it onto the nearby ground. 

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his erection poking at her belly. 

They made tender love on his sofa all night long, neither speaking of what the next day would bring. They just wanted to feel something other than the cold. 

***

“So, he bought every word?” Darla questioned. 

“Every fucking syllable.” Wesley nodded. “Angel will be out of our hair soon enough. And then the company is pretty much mine.” 

“You mean ours.” Darla said, massaging his shoulders. “Let's not forget, lover, that without me, you'd still be at the lowest of the low. I helped you get to the position you're in now.” 

“And I've yet to thank you properly for that.” Wesley flipped her onto her stomach. 

“And I have so many ways for you to remedy that.” She laughed, suckling his tongue into her mouth. 

He ripped off her satin negligee and entered her swiftly. She crooned into him, pulsating his throbbing erection. 

“Fuck me, Wesley.” Darla whispered into his ear. 

He thrust into her, crushing her small, and lithe form to his chest. Clutching his shoulders, Darla fiercely bit down on one erect nipple, enticing a grunt of sexual want out of her partner. 

“Oh god, Wes, don't stop. Fuck me…” Darla gasped as she felt his aroused member probe her tightened vaginal walls. 

After spilling his seed into her, Wesley gasped a sigh of sexual release one final time and rolled off his partner. Moments later, as the two were both steadfast asleep in the roomy bed they shared together, neither of them heard the answering machine beep with a cry for help. 

***

Buffy woke up disoriented the following morning, not knowing where she was or who she was with. Feeling the sturdy arms next to her, a small portion of her lips turned upwards in rememberance. 

She had slept with Angel, not once but a total of five mind blowing orgasmic sexual encounters within the last twenty four hours. 

Slipping from his secure embrace, Buffy silently padded along the carpet to the window in the living room. He lived in one of Los Angeles' more elite non celebrity neighborhoods, a place that not even Buffy, in her wildest dreams could ever afford. 

She stared out the window for many moments, wishing she could just be an innocent faceless bystander in the crowds. Her thoughts slipped to her beloved sister, Tara, with whom she'd been separated from all those years ago. 

Was she still alive, somewhere in this horrible country? Was she thinking of her too? Why hadn't she ever contacted her, or made any attempt to reunite with her own sister, her own flesh and blood? 

These questions lingered in Buffy's mind until two strong arms wrapped around her waist. She leaned back into his chest, mentally smelling the fresh aftershave on him. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked throatily. 

“My sister. She disappeared when I was still just a teenager.” Buffy sighed. “Everyone else believed her to be dead, but she and I had a special bond. I never truly believed in my heart that she died…and I don't even have a clue as to why I'm telling you this. You're just a mystery man who I've gotten pelvic with…several times. I should really go…someplace where I can't make a gibbering fool out of myself.” 

“Stay.” 

“I really can't. I need to get back home. Faith, my roommate is probably going anal with worry. I'll see you.” 

Clutching her purse and jacket in one hand, Buffy Summers literally ran out of his penthouse, afraid that if she turned back, she would never want to leave her mystery beau's embrace. 

***

“Look who finally turned up.” Faith smirked when Buffy entered their apartment. “Long night, B?” 

“I don't really wanna talk about it.” Buffy shook her head adamantly. “Are you all right? Did you get home okay?” 

“The baby and I are both fine.” Faith patted the empty sofa next to her. “Now come and sit down and tell 'Auntie' Faith all about your phenomenal sexcapades with Mr. Hottie O'Connor.” 

“Auntie Faith? Aren't you the one having the baby? Secondly, there's nothing to tell. We went back to his place, and talked.” Buffy shrugged. 

“So, you're honestly going to tell me you didn't have sex with him? Come on, B. I know you better than that. I can also tell when you're lying. Your eyes tend to become enlarged, and your pupils move from side to side. So, how many times did you two do it? Was there rotating positions? Did you do it missionary style first, then rotate to spread eagle or…?” Faith remarked, an evil glimmer in her eyes. 

“Faith, I'm not discussing my sexual positions with you. It's personal, all right? Yes, Angel and I did have sex last night, more than once, and as amazing as it was, I'm not in the share all mode right now. It's personal, and I intend to keep it that way.” Buffy sighed. “So, what do you wanna do today?” 

“Shopping. You're gonna need some serious slutty clothing for when Angel comes groveling for you to go out with him.” Faith joked. 

“Are you really going to subject your kid to your gutter mouth?” Buffy asked. 

“Nah. But they're gonna hear it anyway so why shun them from it?” Faith stated, grabbing her keys. “So, where to first? Are we going to the mall or one of those elite stores you are so used to shopping in? Cuz I don't think those elite stores are gonna mesh with your raging sex appeal…” 

***

“Hi, I need to book a flight to Los Angeles.” A woman spoke sweetly to the reservationist. 

“First class or coach?” Amanda replied, typing the information into the computer. 

“Coach.” The blonde spoke to her softly. 

“Window or aisle?” 

“Window. I want to see the view.” She smiled as Amanda handed her the receipt and ticket. 

“Enjoy your flight.” Amanda nodded to her. 

“Thanks, I will.” The woman reached into her bag absentmindedly. “I'll see you soon, sis.” 

Part Five

Darla woke up to the soft snoring of Wesley purring into her ear. Annoyed, she slipped softly from his grasp, and padded out into the kitchen. Why she ever agreed to this arrangement with that egotistical bastard was beyond her. 

Ignoring the lingering thoughts in her head, Darla witnessed the blinking light coming from the answering machine. Intrigued as to who had called while she and Wesley had been preoccupied in their intimate activities, Darla waltzed over and pressed 'play'. 

“Hi, I hope I have the right number here.” The voice chattered nervously. “My name is Tara Summers, and I'm calling for a 'Wesley Wyndham Pryce'. I wanted to discuss your message earlier about my sister, Buffy Summers. If you could just give me a call back at 555-2905, I'd really appreciate it. Thank you, and have a nice day.” 

Darla's jaw held open for what seemed like hours before snapping it shut. Feeling rage seep through her veins, Darla wrote down the number on a nearby notepad, and immediately deleted the former message. 

“Okay, lover, we'll just see who wins this round.” Darla chuckled gleefully, and dialed the written number. “Hello, this is Darla Westmore, calling for Tara Summers. Miss Summers, I'm Mr. Wyndham Pryce's assistant and I wanted to speak with you about the issue regarding your sister. If you could just give me a call on my cellular phone at 555-5087, we can sort the issue at hand. Thank you, and I do look forward to hearing from you.” 

Hanging up the phone, Darla quickly dialed an unknown number to throw off her secret call in case Wesley tried to track her. She swiftly moved towards the bedroom and watched her lover in a deep sleep. 

Feeling ever the devious vixen, she untied her bathrobe and straddled him. He only moaned in response. Smiling inwardly, she started to thrust about his silk boxers covered member, arousing him. In a passionate glimpse, Darla found herself riding him hard and fast. 

Looking down, she saw Wesley grabbing her hips, thrusting her down harder on top of him. Moments later, Darla felt herself overcome with the waves of an existential orgasm. 

Sighing contently, she fell into a blissful sleep… 

***

“Faith, I look like a total whore.” Buffy protested, poking her head out of the dressing room. “There's no way I am buying this.” 

“Why not?” Faith pressed. “And you don't look like a whore, you look very sultry and chic. There's a difference between looking sexy, and looking like a hooker, B. And you look sexy. It's none of those drab and conservative outfits you're used to wearing. Guys like it when you show some skin, you know?” 

“I don't think they want me showing all of it for the whole world to see.” Buffy shook her head. “Why is my going out with Angel so important to you anyway. You're more interested in getting us together than I am.” 

“Maybe I just want my best friend happy for once, instead of being in pure misery for the rest of her days. I've seen you with him, B. Your eyes light up whenever I mention his name, and your skin gets this glowing, natural tint. He's the only guy I've ever seen invoke those feelings. So quit being such a pussy about it and buy the damn outfit.” Faith remarked. 

“You're wrong, Faith. He was just a…” Buffy remained silent. “All right, fine. Maybe I do like him. But it doesn't mean I have to dress like a skank if he asks me out.” 

“B, shut up and buy the outfit.” Faith scolded. “Humor me, and your soon-to-be niece or nephew.” 

“This is rich, Faith. Using your kid as a pity card. Nice.” Buffy rolled her eyes. 

“If it'll get you to buy the damn outfit, I'd sell the kid as soon as I pop it out of me.” Faith chuckled. “Why are we even still conversing about it. Just go to that cash register over there, and pull out your credit card, and pay for it.” 

“All right already!” Buffy whined. “God, you're such a bitch.” 

“Well, if you only listened to me more often, you wouldn't be such a little heifer.” Faith winked as Buffy walked off. “Stubborn wench.” 

***

“Thanks for meeting me, Miss Westmore. I know it was such short notice.” Tara Summers replied sweetly as she sipped her tea. 

“I had no qualms about it, really.” Darla perked up. “Besides, Wesley told you he wanted to discuss your sister.” 

“Yes, he did.” Tara nodded. “He said she was involved with an older man, dark, mysterious.” 

“Yes, that's right. Miss Summers and Mr. Wyndham Pryce used to be very close friends until she started seeing his very successful friend and co-worker, Angel O'Connor.” Darla lied. “Then, as time progressed their relationship, so did Buffy's attitude. See, she and Wesley did everything together, that is until Angel O'Connor came along. She became standoffish, always busy, and worst of all, she being bruised.” 

“He beat her?!” Tara spat. 

“Yes, and it's been going on for months now. Wesley wanted to call the police for so long, but Buffy begged him not to. And him being the dutiful friend he is, he was more than willing to forgo what common sense told him to do, rather than to risk his relationship with his best friend.” Darla finished. 

“Where is she now?” Tara squeaked out. 

“I assume she's with her friend, Faith Murphy, who continues to encourage her astounding relationship with Mr. O'Connor.” Darla shook her head. “It's amazing what kind of trash supports an abusive relationship.” 

“Yes, it truly is.” Tara agreed. “Do you know of an address I can find my sister at.” 

“I don't know her address, specifically. I can, however give you Mr. O'Connor's address. He should most likely be at home, sleeping off a hangover from last night.” Darla frowned. 

“Please, and thank you. I do truly appreciate you taking the time to see me.” Tara spoke. 

“It's really no problem. Your little sister is really like family to both Wesley and I. All we want is to see her happy.” Darla continued to sip a cup. “If I'm not being too forward, Miss Summers--” 

“Tara. Please call me Tara.” The blonde nodded, disregarding formalities. 

“Tara…” Darla gleamed. “Will you be staying to sort things out with your sister? She raves on about you.” 

“I don't know. Probably. I've been gone too long.” Tara sighed. “And if I had known that my little sister was going to get involved with a man of Angel's proceedings, then I never would have left in the first place.” 

“That doesn't matter. Buffy will be joyous to learn of your return.” Darla laughed. 

“I should hope so.” Tara smiled. “I'm sorry to cut this short, Darla, but I really would like to see my sister.” 

“Yes, of course.” Darla agreed, grabbing her purse. “You'll call me as soon as you hear from her? Wesley and I just want to make sure you and Buffy are all right.” 

“Count on it.” Tara replied. “Thank you again, Darla.” 

Darla smiled and watched the other blonde leave the establishment. As soon as she was out of eyesight, she wiped the fake smile off her face and chuckled. Both Buffy and Angel were in for the surprise of their lives. 

Nothing would ever be the same again. By night's end, she would by one step closer to ruling one of the most prestigious law firm's in Los Angeles. 

***

“Hold on.” Angel's voice shouted from inside the loft. 

He opened the door with a grin on his face, and was presented with a very angry looking Tara Summers. 

“Hi, I don't believe we've met.” Angel held out his palm in greeting. “You are?” 

“Are you Angel O'Connor?” Tara pondered. 

“Yes. Who, may I ask are you? You look awfully familiar, and I'm really not that good with names.” Angel apologized. 

“I'm Tara Summers, Buffy's my little sister.” Tara snapped, forcing her way into the loft. 

“Why don't you come on in?” Angel muttered after the fact. 

“This is a nice apartment you have.” Tara remarked, eyeing the room. 

“Thank you.” Angel nodded in agreement. 

“So, Mr. O'Connor, what do you do for a living?” Tara questioned. 

“I'm a lawyer for a prestigious law firm here in the city.” Angel explained. “Are you here to see Buffy?” 

“So, I can tell by your rather exquisite tastes in furniture.” Tara disregarded his last message. 

“I don't mean to sound blunt, Miss Summers, but can I ask you exactly why you came to see me, if not to see your sister?” Angel asked. 

“I came to see you, actually.” Tara remarked, inwardly reminding herself to keep her wits about her. “You are dating my sister, are you not?” 

“God, I hope so.” Angel shrugged. 

“Mr. O'Connor, I came to ask you to stay away from my sister, and myself. Please don't go near her.” Tara explained. 

“No offense taken, Miss Summers, but you've been an absentee from her life from some time now. So you just stumble into town and want to break your sister's happiness now?” Angel retorted. 

“Happy? Happy?! You call an abusive relationship happy?” Tara roared. 

“Abusive relationship? I'm afraid I don't follow.” Angel shook his head. 

“Surely you're smarter than the average Joe, Mr. O'Connor. You're abusive towards woman, specifically my sister at this point.” Tara remarked. “For her sake, and your own, just stay as far away from my sister as humanly possible.” 

“I don't abuse women. I've never hit, nor do I ever plan to beat a woman down. Women are beautiful creatures, Miss Summers. I don't know who misinformed you but I would never touch your sister like that. I love her too much to do that to her.” Angel explained. “You can't ask me to stop seeing Buffy. I won't. I won't deny her the happiness she's long since deserved.” 

“Then I'll be forced to take legal action.” Tara threatened. “I'm sorry, Mr. O'Connor, but I refuse to let you hurt my baby sister anymore.” 

Before Angel could defend himself, Tara slammed the door on her way out. Angel tried to memorize what in the hell had just happened there. Someone had been feeding Buffy's sister lies. Someone wanted them apart? 

But who? Who would go to such dark and desperate lengths to keep them apart? Angel was dead set on finding out. 

***

“So, how do I look?” Faith asked as she pranced giddily into the living room. 

“Like a whore.” 

“Awww, and since I know you love me, I'm gonna take that as a compliment, but face it Summers…You're never gonna have me.” Faith chuckled. 

“I'm sure you've said that to many a guy before they've gone down on you too…So, tell me…is it just the big ones or are they as small as a deformed tootsie pop?” Buffy snapped jokingly. 

“Very funny, ha ha.” Faith rolled her eyes. “So, what time is Angie picking you up?” 

“I told you to stop calling him that!” Buffy smacked her arm playfully. “Faith, he hasn't even formally asked me out.” 

“Guy like that doesn't need to, B. I'm sure he's all too well aware that you are sitting at home with a bowl of popcorn, just waiting for his sultry voice to call on that phone line there.” She snickered. 

“You're a tease.” 

“And you love it!” Faith yelled. 

“So, wanna tell me what you are all dressed up for?” Buffy pressed on. 

“I have a date. An outstanding date with William. He called this afternoon.” Faith shrugged. 

“As in Mr. 'I'm married to Drusilla Kensington' William?” Buffy scoffed. “I thought you learned from that mistake.” 

“He wants to talk about the baby, Buffy.” Faith explained. “I realize that there isn't going to be any relationship with William and I, but I guess your threatening scared some kind of common sense into him. He wants to meet me by the pier in an hour.” 

“Okay, he wants to meet you all alone on a pier in the dark?” Buffy questioned. “Why am I getting this sickening stomach feeling in my gut, Faith? You of all people know how dangerous it is in the streets at night. Going to the seafront in the middle of the night is just asking for trouble.” 

“As opposed to your indiscretions with a man you just met a month or so ago?” Faith snapped back. “Buffy, I'm going to be fine. And hey, I do have my cellular with me in case trouble should arise. So, if anything bad happens, I'll call ya.” 

“What if something happens to your phone, Faith?” Buffy quirked a brow. “What then?” 

“Call Giles.” Faith shrugged. “I'm veering on fashionably late as it is, B. Tell me how it goes with Angel, 'kay?” 

“There's no date! Faith, have a good…” Buffy called but the brunette was out of earshot before she could finish. “…time.” 

***

“Hey.” Her voice fluttered from across the walkway. 

“Hi.” 

“This is awkward, isn't it?” She asked, a sigh escaping softly from her moist lips. 

“Just a tad.” He agreed. 

“You know, I think there's really something fucked up with this scenario.” The woman spoke. 

“Why?” He questioned her, a frown marring his features. 

“Have you just been absentee from this relationship for the past--five, six-months?” The raven haired beauty remarked 

“Faith…” 

“No, William, just shut up and listen to me for a moment, all right? You talk, and my whole speech just gets thrown out the window…” Faith pressed the palm of her hand to her head in confusion. “For the past two years, I kept my ongoing affair with you a secret, not only from my best friend, who knows me like an inside book, but from everyone I've ever known. My not-so-close family, my friends, besides Buffy, the one you met at dinner… And the whole time while we were sleeping together, I thought that if I could just get you to feel something else other than unbridled lust for me, that everything would be all right. That maybe I could finally convince you to see past some of the snobberies that Drusilla accustomed you to. 

“So, for the past two years, up until a few solid months ago, I thought I could make you see that, despite all those misconceptions you have about people and commitments in general. Up until that point, I felt like I was going in this straight line, just waiting to cross the end, you know? Now, ever since I got pregnant, I feel like it's just a rat race trying to get you to talk to me. I understand that you won't tell Drusilla. Truth be told, I never really expected you to.” 

“What do you want from me, Faith?” William remarked, his ragged tone reverberating with disappointment and anger. 

“I want you to either commit to our baby's life or to just disease from both our lives forever. I never meant to ask you to choose, William, but I realize now that it's the only resolve for any of us, in this masochistic soap opera we've drawn ourselves into.” She concluded. “I won't put our child through the rollercoaster ride that was our relationship.” 

“I can't leave Drusilla.” He muttered. 

“Then you lose us both.” Faith sniffled. “I'm sorry, William, but I just can't.” 

“I understand.” 

“Don't say it if you don't mean it, Will.” She whispered. 

“I do mean it, Faith. I meant every softly spoken phrase I ever insinuated towards you. I understand with perfect clarity what you are. You're a hell of a woman, you know? You're the one, Faith. I'm just the unfortunate sap who gets to regret the choice I have to make and let you go.” 

“Goodbye William.” Faith pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I'll see you.” 

“Goodbye, Faith.” He whispered, void of emotion. 

***

Angel paced back and forth in the hallway in Buffy's apartment complex. Would it be too forward of him to tell her about Tara? Would she believe him? 

Pushing his mindless thoughts aside, Angel worked up the courage to knock on her door. He waited momentarily as no one answered. Giving one last look at the still doorframe, Angel put his hands in his pockets and moved towards the stairwell. 

“Hey!” A voice called from the doorway as Angel reached the end of the hall. “Angel, right?” 

“Yeah.” He turned around. “You're Faith, right? Buffy's friend.” 

“You remember.” 

“Course. It's not everyday B fucks a guy, ya know.” Faith shrugged. “Did you want to come in? She went out for a bit, but she should be home soon.” 

“Sure.” Angel nodded and reluctantly followed her into the apartment. “So, we didn't really meet properly before.” 

“No, you were kind of flushed and pale that day, I remember.” Faith chuckled slightly, motioning for him to sit down. “So, I assume you came here to ask Buffy out, right?” 

“Not exactly.” 

“What? Why?” Faith pondered. “You have cryptic face. I don't know whether you're comtemplating jumping her as soon as she walks in or if you're planning on axe murdering everyone tonight.” 

“It's neither actually.” Angel forced a smile. “I met Tara tonight.” 

“Tara, Buffy's abandoning sister, Tara?” Faith repeated. “That's impossible. You don't even know what she looks like. How can you be so sure it was her?” 

“She told me who she was.” Angel shrugged slightly. 

“Okay, and you just took that at face value? You really need to up your people skills.” Faith remarked jokingly. “So what did Tara say?” 

“She seems to think that Buffy and I are in a relationship, and that I'm an abusive lover slash boyfriend.” Angel quoted. 

“Be kind, rewind.” Faith's pupils widened. “First off, you and Buffy haven't even gone on a real live date, if you don't count the sexual escapades that you two have obviously been having. Second, I've known you for two minutes, and I can already tell that you are a caring sensitive guy who wouldn't harm a fly. This girl, who's supposedly Buffy's long lost sister, Tara, is mistaken. We need to find Buffy before this Tara does.” 

“Where do you suppose we start?” Angel sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. 

“Well, her job would be a good place to start. I tried the cell phone route and she has it off, so…” 

“Then we better head out.” Angel sighed. 

“Yeah. I just don't trust whoever this girl really is. And Buffy is the most trustworthy person. Guess she's a solid gold ticket, eh?” At Angel's nod, she continued, “Yeah, let's get movin'.” 

***

“Buffy.” 

She stopped dead in her tracks, not wanting to turn around. This was a dream. She must have fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Faith to arrive back home. 

She'd been privy to these “dreams within a dream” episodes before, and she wasn't going to give in. She'd just close her eyes and randomly wake up again. 

Buffy squinted, blocking out the voice she'd just heard. Listening to nothing but the faint chirping of crickets for the next several minutes, she opened her eyes and came face to face with the last person she'd thought she'd see. 

“Tara.” 

“Hey, little sis.” Tara replied, moving to embrace her. 

“Hi.” Buffy stuttered, moving away. “What are you doing here?” 

“I know I haven't been around for a while.” Tara flicked her gaze to the floor. 

“Try, like, ever.” Buffy seethed. “So what, you heard I'm managing well on my own now and thought you'd come back to stir up trouble?” 

“No, no. Nothing like that.” Tara argued. “One of your friends called me, asked me to check up on you.” 

“Oh.” 

“I'm sorry if I intruded on your life, Buffy. I'm just concerned about you, the direction you're headed in.” Tara placed a hand on her shoulder. “Your friend told me about Angel, what he's done to you.” 

“She did?” Buffy asked. Damn you, Faith! 

“Yes…and when I heard the news, I came here to advise you.” Tara finished. 

“Advise me.” Buffy repeated. God, what did you tell her? Did you give her the horrid details of baby Buffy's sex life? God, you are in so much trouble when I get home! 

“Yes, are you listening to a word I'm saying?” Tara noted her disconcerting state. 

“Sorry. What?” Buffy snapped out of her daze. 

“You need to leave him, Buffy. Angel's a dangerous man.” 

“Huh?” Buffy frowned. “What are you even talking about? We're not even together like that, Tara.” 

“But your friend…” Tara stated. 

“I'm not a child, Tara! Look, I'm ecstatic that you came back for whatever reason, but don't you dare try and act like a martyr to me. You've been out of my life for years now.” Buffy roared. 

“You should know of all people that I didn't have a choice.” She justified. 

“Didn't have a choice? It's not like Mom and Dad would have cared, Tara! But all of a sudden, you just up and walked out one day. We searched for you, for months, until Mom finally gave up on the search. She and Daddy figured you were either dead or a whore by now. They must be rolling over in their graves right now.” 

“Don't you dare--” 

“Tara, if you really want what's best for me, if you truly ever cared about me, you'll leave Angel and I alone. He's never done anything to anyone.” Buffy requested. 

“He hurt you.” 

“How? How did he hurt me? By sleeping with me and not calling me the following day? That's not dangerous, Tara. He was being a regular guy, you know.” 

“No, Buffy. Why don't you just admit it?” 

“Christ, admit what?” Buffy yelled. “I'm in love…in love…with Angel!” 

“You can't be in love with him, Buffy. No woman can love a man like him.” Tara raged. 

“Goodbye, Tara.” Buffy moved to leave. “When you finally learn to accept that your baby sister can take care of herself, you call me.” 

Tara witnessed Buffy walking off into the dark streets of Los Angeles, a soft tear dripping down her cheek. As hurt as she was, the older blonde knew she had to do something. As stubborn as Buffy could be, she would not like the plan in the beginning, but she'd grow to appreciate the fact. 

“Hello, Los Angeles Police Department?” Tara spoke after she'd dialed the number. “I need to speak with someone about a possible abuse victim…” 

***

~Some Weeks Later~ 

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” Faith asked her best friend. 

“I don't know. Angel and I were kind of planning on staying in.” Buffy remarked, glowing. 

“Ah. So I sense there will be a lot less talk and really great sex.” Faith chuckled. 

“Faith!” Buffy threw a dirty towel at her. “Shut up!” 

“What? You two are obviously doing it still. You've been just like a couple of horndogs since you started dating. So, how big is he?” Faith blurted out. 

“I'm so not having this conversation with you!” 

“Come on! Is he small, medium, average? Just tell me he's not as tiny as a wrinkled tootsie roll pop.” Faith begged. At Buffy's look of dismay, she continued, “Oh come on!” 

The End...

Okay, I ended it on a somewhat happy note. There is a sequel in the works for all you fans of this. Hope you enjoyed it. Here endeth the fiction. 

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