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Part 2
*Day 2 (Tuesday)
Buffy wandered around the bedroom looking for one of her silver chains, she had misplaced and needed to find it. She searched the bed, the floor, and the bathroom; and could not find it. Until she remembered that it was in her nightstand, exhaling deeply Buffy walked to the nightstand, and pulled out the drawer. She saw the chain sitting their, right next to the handcuffs Xander gave her and Angel as a housewarming gift. Lusty thoughts filled Buffy's mind as she replayed the night she and Angel tested them out. She picked them up and began twirling them on her finger, remembering how Angel twirled them around his finger that night, he had been standing in the doorway with his shirt open; exposing the bare chest she loved to.......
Buffy jerked her head, and threw the cuffs back into the drawer, she slammed the it shut; mad at herself for thinking such things. Taking a deep breath, she got up and went into the living room, she moved some furniture, and pulled out a punching bag from the closet. After hooking it up to a hook in the ceiling, Buffy began letting her frustrations out on the poor defenseless bag.
*PUNCH, JAB, KICK. * Angel executed. He came to the gym to work off a little
tension, now 1 hour later, he was still going at it. He knew he could have
gone home to work out, but that meant going home to Buffy. Angel punched
harder as he remembered his words from the night before, he had been lying
through his teeth. Yes, he could hold out on sex, it's not a hard thing, but
when the temptation is standing in front of you 24-7, and there's no life
threatening consequences; it's very frustrating, and in way it was funny. He
was celibate for 100 years and some months, yet now he couldn't seem to go a
couple of days without sex, he took a quick glance at the clock and saw that
the gym would be closing soon; that meant going home, to Buffy. Angel
sighed. It was going to be a long day and night.
He arrived home just 20 minutes later, Angel took awhile outside the door in
order to prepare himself. Breathing deeply, he opened the door to a sight
that took his breath away. Buffy was still working out, and Angel couldn't
help but stare as her graceful body executed well targeted moves. The way
little strands of hair would stick to her forehead, the way she moved in that
tight sports bra.........
Angel slapped his hand to his forehead, the naughty thoughts were back again.
Buffy heard a noise and turned her attention to the source of the noise, she
saw Angel standing there, and her heart jumped a beat. Calmly she brushed
her hair back, and looked at him as if his presence meant nothing. "Hey."
She began undoing the tape wrapped around her hands, and walked toward the
moved couch.
Angel smiled and walked in the door. "Hey. How was your day?" He asked,
trying to play it cool.
"Fine, just been working out, nothing else better to do."
It was pretty obvious that the both of them were trying to avoiding eye
contact. Angel made little glances at her here or there, and Buffy was
desperately trying to concentrate on the wall behind him. By accident they
did end up making eye contact, and the silence set in; Angel watched how the
sweat gleamed on her skin, making her body glow, she was still panting from
the workout and her chest was heaving up and down in the tight, white sports
bra.
Buffy stared into the dark pools of his eyes, and became entrapped.
"Well, I'm gonna go hop in the shower." She said, walking quickly to the
bedroom.
Angel nodded, "Yeah, just save some hot water." A beat later he followed
her. When he came into the room, she had already slammed the door shut.
Angel went and sat on the bed, he pulled his shirt off, and leaned his head
onto one of the posts of the bed. He was waiting so that he could take his
shower, unconsciously Angel got up and began pacing, he was deep in thought,
he couldn't believe himself. He was acting like a hormonal teenager, and it
made him feel like a loser, he couldn't believe she was making him act like
this. He could hold on for a few more days. "It's just sex." He said to
himself over and over. Angel heard the shower shut off, and he calmly sat
down.
Buffy walked out of the steam filled bathroom, wrapped in a short robe, and
her wet hair surrounding her face. She had been a little reluctant about
coming out, she knew Angel was in the bedroom, and seeing him near the bed,
would drive her insane. Buffy rolled her eyes, and slapped her hand across
her forehead, she couldn't believe how she was acting, she had gone months
without Angel, and now seeing him on a bed unnerved her. Buffy felt
pathetic, she told herself to play it cool, "It's just sex." She tightened
her sash on the robe, and walked out. She hadn't even made it passed the
doorway, when she saw Angel sitting on the bed, shirtless, his muscles
flexing. Buffy watched him with longing, she saw him get up and walk toward
her, her breathing became erratic.
Angel stood in front of her, he saw how she was panting hard, and figured
he'd try to unnerve her, since the sight of her in that short robe, dripping
water falling over her made him want to rub each drop off her. He walked up
to her, his 6 foot frame looming over her, eyes focused; their bodies inches
from touching. "Did you leave any hot water?" He said calmly.
Buffy sighed, and slowly nodded "yes."
Angel cleared his throat. "Good." He said, and walked passed her into the
bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Buffy turned to the door in disbelief, she knew he did that on purpose. Even
though it worked, that was evil of him. The shower turned on, and she knew
Angel was out of earshot. An evil smirk, came upon her face. "You wanna play
games Angel, then will play, and I'll make you crack from the pressure."
Unbeknownst to Buffy, Angel hadn't stepped in the shower yet, and heard ever
word she said. He crossed his arms, and sighed. "We'll see who cracks
first."