The Picnic

With her head bouncing side to side to the beat of a song on the radio, she went into the bathroom.  She was leaning in close to the bathroom mirror as she applied a coat of cinnamon lipstick.  She pressed her lips together for a smooth, even finish and then with her hands on her hips, she puckered her lips romantically.  "Perfect." She grinned.



While humming to the song playing on her radio, she walked into her bedroom where her lengthy mirror was and stood in front of it to double check that her ensemble was also perfect.  Angel wanted to make up for the date.  The date that she missed - the date, which she showed up late to and with a hideous appearance no less.  Dressing up and turning into a brainless noblewoman and then finding out that she really only reminded Angel of the simpering women of his time that he never really liked, didn't help her ego much either.



It was after a very long make out session that he expressed his very sincere need to make it up to her.  She supposed he felt guilty because she wanted to dress like one of 'his girls' - or whores, from that time period.  And it was because of that, that she turned into Miss Braindead Noble woman.  He told her to be dressy, but casual and comfortable since they'd be sitting somewhere outside.  He wouldn't say much other than that.



So Buffy chose to wear black, stretchy pants that flared and a red sweater, beautifully knit out of cashmere yarn.  It felt so soft on her skin, she loved it.  Open toed Hush Puppies ardorned her feet.  They were flat with a slightly small heel.  The body of the shoe had two light red straps - one thin and one wide, bordered with a darker, richer red.  They met in the center just a little more than an inch from the toes where they were knotted to form the bow.



Just as she was heading down the stairs the doorbell rang.





"Angel.." Buffy chirped.  With one hand on the door she leaned in and gave him a light kiss on the lips.



"Hey." He smiled. "You look beautiful."



"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself.  Watcha got there?" She asked, referring to the big basket dangling from his hand.



"It's a picnic basket."  He said matter of factly.



"We're going on a picnic?" Her eyes lit up and her mouth gradually curved into a huge smile.  "That's so sweet.  A nighttime picnic."



Angel linked his arm with hers and off they went.





Laid out on the grass was a blanket and candles which were set on the sidewalk beside the blanket.  Angel held Buffy's hand like a princess as he lead her to the cozy location.  Once they reached the spot, she sat down,  watching his every move.  Within seconds after setting the basket down the candles were lit, emitting a romantic glow.  "I'm surprised no vamps ruined this while you were gone."



"It's okay. I had Xander watch everything for me.  I made sure he left as soon as he saw us coming." Angel smirked.  His presence there would only ruin the romance.  Buffy raised a disappoving eyebrow at him.  Angel knew Xander was hardly a match for a large group of vamps - or any vamp really.  But with tonight being one of the major nights for teens hitting the Bronze, he figured the chances of even one vamp appearing at the park were slim.  "Cordy was with him," he added.



"Oh that makes me feel..." She shrugged and relaxed.  "Yeah, that works.  I'm surprised Xander even considered helping you after you offered him up to Spike as a meal."



"I can be... very convincing." He said with a straight face.



"Don't I know it."  A beat.  "So... Watcha got in there?"  she said, leaning over the basket to look in.  "Bunnies?" She grinned and rubbed her hands together.





He opened the basket lid and its contents started filling up the center of the blanket.  Two sandwiches, sliced carrots, cucumbers, some snacks and a folded shut, brown paper bag which she could easily identify as his O+.  Then he pulled something out she wasn't expecting - wine glasses.  Very pretty ones too.  The rims of the glasses were decorated with a silvery and sparkly, elegant 'S' which went all the way around.  "Angel's gonna try to get me drunk?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled.  "Angel.. Wine?"



He shook his head, chuckling.  That's when he pulled out a small bottle of Root Beer.  Buffy mouthed 'Oh' and pouted.  "Tease." She mumbled, playfully.  She pirked up very quickly though and added, "But you're still the best boyfriend ever."  She leaned over the food and with her hand resting on his chest, she gave him a heartfelt kiss on the lips, making Angel emit a purr-like sound.  The satisfied expression and lusty look in his eyes pleased her more.



Angel poured her drink. "So shall we?" 



Buffy took it from his hand and took a sip.  "Yes, we shall."  She smiled, licking her lips and picking up a sliced cucumber.  Angel stared at her mouth like he was thirsty.  She had the cucumber lingering in her mouth wantonly before taking a large bite.  She finished it off, all while making little 'mmm' sounds.  She grabbed another one and repeated what she did to the first one.  Then she pointed it at Angel.  "Here, have a bite."



He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.  She didn't wait for him to say no.  Giggling, she put it in his mouth. "Eat."  He had no choice, but to chew.  He smiled lazily.  Normally he didn't get enjoyment out of food, but the small hint of Buffy taste was pleasurable enough.



She sucked on another cucumber.



"Buffy.." He looked hungry. "What are you trying to do to me?"



She smiled innocently and blew out the candles before pouncing on him.  Then their tongues dueled in a steamy kiss.  She giggled when Angel wrapped his arms around her, rolling them over.  And his question was answered.







The Request
s2 - vamps, root beer, bunnies