Buffy finished getting the washer set up then looked around before sneaking through the house, wandering about, looking at everything and all the rooms.

She was in the living room, running her hands over his books and movies when Angel came in to join her.

"Hey."

Buffy spun around quickly. "Hi! Sorry.. I was just looking.."

Angel held up his hand. "It's okay. Anything you wanna watch?"

Buffy bite her lip then turned back, looking over some of the titles. She hesitantly brought her hand up and picked one out then looked back at him. Angel smiled and grabbed it from her, looking it over for a second before going to pop it in.

"I would offer popcorn, but I'm fairly sure I'm out for the last time my sister was over," he sat down, patting a seat for her next to him, "this is her favorite movie."

Buffy smiled. "Mine too."

And so, for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, the two of them spent the time watching various movies and talking, mostly aboyu Angel this go around since Buffy didn't really seem up to talking about herself or her life at the moment.

Angel didn't push it, besides, he figured letting her get to know him better was a good idea anyway given the sitation.

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When the time came to get ready to go see his family, Angel relucantly got up from the couch just as their latest movie had ended.

"I'm going to go change.. is there anything you need before I go?"

Buffy thought for a second then shook her head. "You don't have to let me stay, you know," her voice returned to it's quiet tone.

"Yes, I do," he smiled, "You sure you don't need anything?"

She nodded again.

"Alright," he looked her over for a moment then turned to go down the hall.

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"Shit," Buffy heard Angel curse from the down the hall, her head whipped around just in time to see him rushing in and over to the phone. "I forgot to call Spike," he said, grabbing at the phone.

She didn't know what that meant.

He was fixing his shirt as he waited for someone to pick up. "Shit," he breathed then paused to listen to the machine, "Spike, it's Angel, call me back when you get this," he said then sat the phone back down. "Sorry," he smiled and looked back at Buffy.

"That's okay.."

"I forgot to call him earlier about Faith for you."

"Oh. No, that's okay," she smiled.

"Shit. Shoes," he ran back down the hall then came to put them on beside her on the couch. "Alright, there's movies, books, games.. whatever around if you want to find something to do. If you're hungry feel free.. I'll bring back something from my parents or stop by McDonald's or something if you want?"

"Either's fine.."

He grabbed for a piece of paper and pen, "You need anything, this is my cell and this is my parents house. You sure you don't need anything?"

"Yes," she laughed. "I think you're going to be late," she pointed at the clock.

"Shit. I always am. Alright, need anything, call. Lock the door behind me alright?"

She nodded and stood to follow him to the door.

"Please don't leave," he said turning back to face her.

She was in shock for a minute, those eyes pleading with her and velvet voice filled with the same. "I won't," she choked out finally.

"Please," he said again before opening the door. He gave her one last look then closed it and left.

Buffy breathed and locked it like he asked. She ran over to the window and watched as he climbed into one of his other cars and watched him leave. She stared out of the window for a few more minutes then slowly walked away, looking around the house carefully.

Buffy went to laid the remote down on the coffee table then went back down the hall, she returned to shyly looking through his rooms, getting a better in depth search this time.

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Buffy found plenty of interesting things around the house.

There were books all over the place. There was his school books, notebooks, scrapbooks, photoalbums, yearbooks, books of poetry and plays.. and so forth. She wondered if he stole a library or something.

He had wonderful paintings on the walls, along with some pictures of him and she assumed his family. There were also a few more boxes of scattered pictures in his cloest as well.

She looked through his wide variety of clothing. The man had a few dozen to fit any type of sitation almost.

She found his scattered bills, her eyes bugling at some of the amounts.

Buffy looked through his bathroom, mentally noting the brands as she smelled different products and just randomly looked through everything in there.

Buffy rummaged through desk drawers, cabinets and more.

She laughed when she found a stack of Playboy's and Hustler manazines.

She felt jealousy as she stumbled across things obviously belonging to a female in a few places around his bedroom. She wondered what that was about. And who the Hell this lady was, where she was and why in the world was she hanging around her Angel.

But Buffy's greatest find had her eyes back bulging out and a need rushing through her as she located a nice collection of condoms and then various sex toys. Her face burned red as she stared down at them and became even hotter as her fingers slowly slid down to run her fingers and hands along some of the items.

Buffy was starting to get deep into a fantasy about what Angel might do to her with some of these things when she faintly heard a ringing. It took her a moment to snap out of it and realize it was the phone. She panicked and quickly covered everything back up and went flying back down the hall.

When she reached the phone, she grabbed at it but never touched it, feeling unsure if she was supposed to answer it or not. Instead, she stood in front of it and waited for the machine to pick up.

"Bugger. Call me back."

Buffy blinked for a moment then laughed. It was short lived though as it turned into a shriek as she heard tonight's first bit of thunder.