Since Spring Break Buffy and Angel have been extremely close to one another. They would constantly be making out and then have to stop because Buffy felt that it wasn’t the moment to go further on. Angel had always expected, but it was beginning to be unbearable for him. Though he knew that when the time was right they both would know. He just didn’t want to be the butt of all jokes with his friends because he waited for the right woman to be with intimately.
It was the day before his birthday and Angel was thrilled about celebrating his birthday with Buffy. He just knew that no matter what happened, that it would be special because of her. His past birthdays were rather dull and boring. He either didn’t feel like celebrating or somehow Dru would be off in her own world and completely forgot about his birthday.
Angel and Buffy were in his dorm room on his bed making out. Their lips were fused together, tongues dueling with one another for dominance, hands were roaming all over each other’s body and the heat was rising rapidly between them.
“Angel,” she said breathlessly. She was looking down at those brown eyes that showed love while her elbows were leaning in between him on his bed.
“We should…” She just lost her train of thought because her petite frame was leaning right on top of his tall, strong stature.
“Yeah,” he said and them leaned up capturing her lips once more. His right hand roamed over her back then made it’s journey underneath her shirt letting his fingertips touch her bare skin, which in return made her moan. His other hand went through her blonde hair and lightly massaged her scalp.
Buffy’s right hand caressed his cheek, while her other hand slipped underneath his t-shirt lightly scratching the side of his abs. He moaned as well from her touch. The passion between them was increasing rapidly and they both knew that they had to stop, but didn’t want to. As they continued on kissing someone gently opened the door and walked right in.
“Hey Angel, I was…” The two bodies parted from one another and looked right at the person that rudely interrupted them.
“Xander, don’t you knock? Actually, what really concerns me now is how could you barge in like that?”
“I had no idea man. I’m sorry.” Buffy quickly fixed her rumpled shirt, her hair and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Angel asked looking at Buffy.
“I think I should go so you can talk to Xander.”
“No, don’t go. Xander should he going,” Angel said glaring at him. Angel stood up and walked towards Buffy.
“Honey, please stay,” he said pouting.
“I wish I could, but Xander here looks like he needs your help. I also have to get ready for your birthday,” she said smiling.
“Birthday? What are you gonna give me?”
“I’m not saying because it won’t be a surprise anymore.” She kissed him once more than walked out the door.
“So Xander, what do you want?”
“Actually, I really didn’t need your help.” Angel looked at him at first angry, but then launched at him and shook him senseless.
“Xander, I can’t believe you.”
“I try.” Both men laughed.
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Today’s Angel’s birthday and he’s turning twenty-one. He hoped that this birthday would be a memorable one. He wanted to have so much fun with all his friends, but especially Buffy. He recalled that Buffy said that she’d make it up to him on his birthday when they were together on Valentine’s Day.
“What does Buffy have planned for me? I hope it’s going to be fun and worth my while,” he said smiling. Faith decided to make her appearance.
“Hey Angel. Happy Birthday.” She then went over and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was thrilled for her brother and knew that he’d enjoy this day.
“Thanks Faith. So what wonderful gift do you have for your favorite brother?”
“Actually I’m not telling you yet. You’ll just have to wait until later,” she said smiling. Angel just laughed. He knew that whatever his sister chose for him that he’d love it. They always knew what the other liked.
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Buffy was in the shower washing her hair lightly massaging in as her nails gently scrapping her scalp. She closed her eyes so none of the vanilla scented shampoo wouldn’t get into her eyes. She had a faint smile across her face while her thoughts drifted off to the first time she kissed Angel.
“Angel, stop that!” Though he didn’t stop, he was quite enjoying himself seeing a wet, soaked and drenched Buffy. As the water nozzle went down Buffy went after him with a bucket full of soap and water.
“Oh, no you don’t Buffy.”
“Oh, yes.” She then poured the soapy water on him. He was now completely drenched as well. The foam of the soap was all over his body from his hair right down to his legs. Buffy looked at him and couldn’t help, but stare at his body. The T-shirt he wore clung to his chest as second skin revealing his pecs and abs. ‘He is definitely in great shape. What I’d do now to see him without a that shirt on?’ He wiped the excess soap from his face.
