Rating: Huh?
Disclaimer: see above, re above. Got it? Good.
Dedication: First and foremost, KASIYA!! This is for you, girl. Sarah-Lee, who gave us feedback for every piece of wonderful nonsense we'd ever written. You're an absolute darling, you know that? And finally, (from Giles) for Fay. Just becoz this wouldn't have been as much fun to write without you. (Fay says, but not vice versa.) (Well, fine, says Giles.)
Notes: See under "Rating" and "Disclaimer", in short, huh? Oh, hold it, yeah!! Umm, this, by some sort of weird freak of nature, seems to be fluff. Which is weird, coming from us, cos we don't usually do fluff. Kasiya, we salute you!! We didn't realise how HARD fluff is to write (see the accompanying shooting fic)
Spoilers: None. So =ptptptptptptpt= (waggles tongue in air childishly)
Timeline: Season Something. It's got Dawn in it (No doubt), which means Season 5, right? Hah!! Gotcha there, becoz Buffy's still in School!! Go figure!
(Gosh, this section is long!!)
Distribution: Why oh why would you want this unmitigated nonsense? Oh, well. Take it. Just let us know where it goes, ok? Otherwise it's on our site at http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/fgfanfic
(whew! That's THAT over with. Now onto the funfic.)

The doorbell rang. Buffy, sitting upstairs in her room, wondered who it could be so late at night. Especially on such a rainy night. Downstairs, Dawn was watching TV. Buffy couldn't be sure which show it was, since between all the slaying and all her homework, she didn't have time to sit and become a potato of the couch variety.

The doorbell rang again. "Dawn!" Buffy called out. "Will you get that?"

No answer. Buffy growled in frustration and got up from the bed, disturbing her homework.. Who could that be?

On her way to the front door, Buffy glanced at Dawn, who had the headphones on, at full blast no doubt. She decided to summarily ignore her little sister and went to go open the door.

Angel stood there, sopping wet and dripping on her porch. His black top was sticking to his torso. Buffy licked her lips appreciatively.

"Hi," he said softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Mm, hey," Buffy smiled. "Do you want me to get you something?"

"Please," Angel said, shivering.

Buffy stood where she was, not moving, just looking at Angel, water from his hair dripping into his eyes.

"Um, Buffy?" he said, pulling her out of her reverie. "Can I please come in?"

"Uh, sure," she said dreamily, and still didn't move. Angel, to tell the truth, didn't much feel like moving either. Finally, a strong gust of wind blew him in, and Buffy drew him closer and closed the door.

She finally had the presence of mind to go upstairs and get him a towel. A nice, fluffy white one with a blue zigzag pattern on, she decided. Back downstairs she ran and handed it to him. Angel dried his hair off with it and then pulled his drenched top off and continued to dry his body off.

Buffy couldn't make any words. Angel's tight, well-built torso moved in interesting ways, and Buffy found herself staring, and a smile seemed to be permanently stuck to her face. No matter what she did, she couldn't stop looking at Angel or smiling. Angel stopped drying his body off and looked at Buffy, a strange expression on his face.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"Thinking about?"

You, she thought to herself, but instead she asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

Angel said, "Please. Preferably something hot." He followed her to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Still topless, Buffy noticed, although he had the towel draped over one shoulder. She also didn't tell him to put one on. She put the kettle on and filled two mugs with hot chocolate.

"Did I disturb you?" he asked.

"I was just doing some homework. Nothing important."

"Sorry."

"For what?" She turned to him, accidentally spilling both mugs onto the floor.

He bent down and scooped up the larger pieces of glass. "Oops," he said with a smile.

"I'm so sorry," Buffy said apologetically. "I'm not usually this clumsy."

"Sorry for what?" he grinned.

Buffy smiled back at him and went to get a broom. Together they cleaned up the mess.

"Stand aside," Angel said. "Let me make the drinks."

"Gladly," Buffy said, and hoisted herself up onto the counter and watched

Angel pour the boiling water. Together, they went upstairs to Buffy's room, so that they wouldn't disturb Dawn.

"So why did you come over here?" Buffy asked and sipped at her hot chocolate. "Not that I." she added quickly.

Angel looked down into his mug guiltily. "Well, I."

"Well you what?"

Angel fished about in his pants pocket, but didn't find what he was looking for.

"What?" Buffy asked.

Angel put his mug down on her desk. "Hold on a minute," he told her. "And get that towel ready again!"

"Are you going back outside?"

"Angel! You could catch your death of cold!"

"Buffy, in over two hundred years I've not gotten sick once!"

"Well, you were dead most of the time, ok? I worry about you!"

"There's no need to."

"I worry anyway!" she almost screamed, but held herself in check.

"There's nothing to worry about, I promise you," he smiled. "I'll be back right now." He kissed her on her forehead, dashed downstairs, and ran out the front door.

Why does he always have to DO that? Buffy wondered angrily to herself. As he requested, though, she got another fluffy towel from the bathroom, ran downstairs and waited at the front door, looking out into the rain. No Angel. A minute passed. A further minute passed before she saw Angel running back in the rain. He had something held tightly in his hand, Buffy realized. As he reached the porch

"What's in your hand?" Buffy asked as he walked in, slightly placated. She still felt slightly peeved about him running off into the rainy night like that.

"A surprise," Angel answered enigmatically.

"Was it absolutely necessary to go running off like that?"

"As a matter of fact, yes it was."

"And what was so important that you risk your health to go running off like that?"

"Buffy, the worst that can happen is that I'll get a cold."

"Pneumonia," she interjected.

"Pneumonia," he agreed. "So why are you freaking out like this?"

"Ugh!" she growled in pure frustration and threw the towel at him. She stormed upstairs into her room and slammed the door. Angel grinned to himself. After he had finished drying himself off again, he went back upstairs and knocked on her door. "Buffy? Can I come in?" No answer. He turned the knob and went in. Buffy was sitting crossly on her bed, looking at her homework, but not really seeing it. "Buffy? Buffy, look at me."

Reluctantly, Buffy turned to him.

"You really frustrate me to no end, you know that?" she said. "I really worry, Angel. You've not been mortal for very long."

"I know," he said, and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head tenderly.

"I mean, it's not like."

"Shh." She circled her arms around his waist. "Buffy, can I ask you a question before I give you the surprise?"

"Sure."

Angel paused for a moment.

"Marry me?"

There? Wasn't that fun? Now FEEDBACK!!!! Or we'll beg. We do a really mean beg, btw. We mean it!!! Sql on the way. Maybe. Or maybe we'll just dare Kasiya to do it.

Send feedback to Giles and Fay

Back to the Fanfiction Archive