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Part 3
*Day 3 (Wednesday)
Buffy stood in the middle of her closet, tossing clothes all over the room. Willow sat on the bed reading a magazine, she looked up and a shirt hit her in the face. Pulling the article off of her. "What are you doing?"
Buffy turned to her with a skirt in her hand. "Plotting against Angel." She turned back around, and kept searching through her closet. Buffy was going to make Angel pay, and what better way to do it, than to make him buckle under the pressure. But first, she needed the perfect outfit, something classy, but a little on the slutty side.
Willow sighed, and rolled her eyes, she knew that this bet had gone too far. "Buffy, don't you think this is going a little too far."
"No, Angel challenged me, and he's going down." She turned around with a see-through red halter, Angel's favorite color. "What do ya think?"
"It's OK. But Buffy, are you sure you wanna do this, I mean do you really think you're going to get Angel to break down, without you doing the same to yourself." Willow rationalized.
"I can handle it Will." She said quickly.
Willow raised an eyebrow, she was not convinced of her friends answer, but went along anyway. "OK, what's the plan?"
An evil smirk crossed Buffy's face. "I'm going to make Angel fall to his knees, begging and pleading."
"That's a little harsh."
"Yeah, but what goes around comes around." Buffy said, referring to the stunt Angel pulled yesterday. She couldn't wait to put her plan in motion, Buffy was counting the minutes before Angel came back from Giles' place. She began to relay her entire plan for Angel, Willow was a little shocked that Buffy would go that far, but she remembered that Angel was doing the same thing, and couldn't help but blame them both. Willow knew they were acting like little kids making pranks on each other, sooner or later it was gonna blow up in there faces.
After Buffy gave Willow the scenario, she began to change into her outfit. The red top, and a pair of stretch black pants. Buffy took her clip out of her hair, letting the blond strands fall to her shoulders with lots of volume, she had dabbed dark red lipstick on her lips, not a lot just enough to stain them; she stood in the full length mirror, she definitely looked like a woman to be taken quite seriously. Just the way Angel liked it.
She turned to Willow looking for her approval. "Well?"
"Perfect." Was her reply.
Buffy smiled, she dabbed a little perfume on her neck, and walked out of the room; with Willow in tow. They walked into the kitchen, Buffy and Willow began preparing a small lunch for her and Angel; the ladies worked quickly, because Angel would be back from Giles' place soon. The meal was prepared, and set at the dining room table, Buffy walked into the living room, and turned on her Fiona Apple CD, and made sure that "Criminal," and "Sleep to Dream," played over and over. Only because those were 2 of the many songs that got Angel in the mood, especially when Buffy sang "Criminal." Willow wished Buffy good luck, and left the flat; praying that those two would grow up.
Buffy was laying on the couch when Angel walked into the door, she put a sexy smile on her face. "Hey sweetie."
Angel looked at her, and his jaw dropped. Angel had to admit she looked stunning in that red top, since it was his favorite, but he knew it was part of her little scheme. Angel just went along for the ride, and hopefully make her pay for it. "Hi."
Angel walked toward the couch, and kneeled down so they were face to face. Trying to not let her scent send him into a trance, he planted his lips firmly on her, making sure the kiss would leave them both breathless, and it did; pulling away he got back up and walked away. "How was your day?" He asked, trying to calm his breathing down.
Sighing, and getting up from the couch. "Fine. I made you a special lunch." She said, her eyes gleaming.
"Buffy, it's 6:00, a little late for lunch."
Buffy shrugged her shoulder, as innocently as possible
"What's the special occasion?" He asked taking of his leather jacket, to expose the white wife-beater he was wearing underneath.
Buffy walked up to him, trying not to notice his buff shoulders and kissed his neck; making sure she hit a pressure point. "Just to let you know, how much I *kiss* adore, and love you; that's all."
Angel smirked, and held her by the waist, the feel of her lips sending a shock through his body. Clearing his throat. "That's sweet." He kissed her back, and let his hand linger for a moment, before walking toward the dinning room. He knew of her plans, and was gonna play the game as long as possible, all he had to do was let her do what she wanted, and try not to get affected; then she'll only let herself get worked up, it was a great plan, but deep inside Angel wondered how he wasn't gonna get affected.
Buffy nearly shivered from the contact but shook it off, very quickly. She followed him, and went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Angel's favorite wine. Grabbing to glasses, she walked out the table, pouring each of them some wine, while "Criminal" played in the background.
"I've been a bad, bad girl....." Buffy sang, very sensually. Seeing how Angel was getting a little fidgety put a smile on her face.
Angel watched how her lips moved, and heard the words come out her mouth so sweetly, he was getting nervous. "So..what'd you make?"
"Pasta salad." She said, sitting down in her chair, and they began to eat. Buffy "mmmmm, and ahhh." everytime she put the fork in her mouth, it made Angel remember other times she made sounds like that.
Buffy saw a tint of red cover his cheeks, and a sense of triumph came over her. Score one for the slayer.
The couple finished their meal in silence, and decided to lay down and let their food digest. Buffy quickly turned off the stereo, and rushed back to the bedroom, where they were gonna watch t.v and lounge around. She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, and watched Angel, he had his back to her, and was taking his shirt off.
"Damn" She whispered, wanting to touch that chest, he looked so good.
Angel smirked, he knew Buffy was standing there, and he heard her. Angel began flexing his arms, making it look as if he was working out a muscle, that's when he heard a gasp.
Buffy's jaw dropped, her breathing began to pick up. She started to shake her head, as if to shake the thoughts out her mind, Buffy cleared her throat and walked toward the bed. Angel turned to her, and saw a blush cover her cheeks, he had just unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants; he let his pants hang open, giving Buffy a great view of the silk boxers he was wearing, and the six-pack that flexed when he breathed. Buffy's eyes widened and let out a breath.
"Are you OK?" Angel asked sensually, in the back of his mind he felt overcome with triumph, but a small part felt a little worked up.
Buffy cleared her throat, and tried to regain her composure. "Of course." She smiled and demurely began to untie the strings to her halter top and let them slide down her shoulders; she kept her eyes focused on him the whole time.
Angel couldn't tear his gaze from her. When the strings were untied, she pulled the top down, revealing a sheer red strapless bra. Buffy reached for the clasp in the back, then glanced at Angel. "Oh, sorry." And turned her back to him. She removed the bra and tossed it on the bed behind her. Angel groaned quietly, she had no mercy.
With her arms crossed, Buffy turned to grab her nightshirt off the bed; which was one of Angel's silk shirts. She buttoned the shirt half way, and it reached mid thigh.
To distract him, and try to get a little revenge, Angel began to pull his pants down.&nbps; Revealing those toned thighs; Buffy was driving him crazy, he couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to throw her to the bed, and feel her; "No" he thought, just a couple of days.
Buffy's eyes widened, and watched how he bent over to take his pants off.&nbps; She could feel a whine coming, but suppressed.&nbps; She directed her eyes to the floor, she wanted him badly, to hell with this bet, Buffy wanted him to take her right then and there.&nbps; But that would mean Spike was right, she thought.&nbps; "No" Her mind said, Spike is and idiot, he's not right, just a couple more days.&nbps; With her trembly hands, Buffy unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them down her legs; letting Angel get a great view of her legs, knowing how he loved her legs.
Angel wondered how much of this he could take, but if he touched her all hell would break loose.&nbps; Angel raked a hand through his hair, and sat on the bed.&nbps; "So....Um. What do you wanna watch?"&nbps; Motioning to the t.v, he grabbed the remote, and turned on the t.v.
Buffy cleared her throat, and laid on the bed beside him.&nbps; "Whatever you want." She said, fidgeting on the bed, trying to keep a good distance away from him.
"OK." He said
"OK"
"Fine."
"Fine."
The t.v. played through out the room, while the couple tried to pay attention
to the show, instead of each other.