Wednesday morning.

In Sunnydale.

It is pouring rain and Faith stands staring out the window of her apartment, as she leisurely sips her coffee.

Spike: So you can’t work in this kind of weather.

Faith: Not hardly. But it just means we have to work twice as hard tomorrow.

Spike: So you coming back to bed.

Faith: Is that all you think about?

Spike: When I am looking at your naked body? Uh yeah

Faith: Are you telling me to get dressed.

Spike: No, I am telling you to get back in the bed so I can do all the nasty little things you like so much.

Faith: I don’t feel like it.

Spike: You don’t feel like it? Since when?

Faith: Since right now.

Spike: What is with you? You have the whole day free to do as you please and you stand there naked staring at the rain.

Faith: Maybe that is what I feel like doing. Just stand here and think.

Spike: You think? Now that is a first.

Faith: What do you know? You don’t really know me. You don’t know what I like.

Spike: Oh I know a lot that you like.

Faith: I am not talking sex. I am talking me. You tell me what I like other than sex.

Spike: You like black coffee. You love junk food. Less nutrition the better. You like being in charge and hate taking orders. You like the smell of strawberries even though you can’t eat them because they give you hives. And you love being outside. How am I doing?

Faith: Better than I expected.

Spike: So do I get a reward?

Faith: It depends on what you want.

Spike: Surprise me. I like surprises.

Faith: I’ll remember that.

She closes the curtain and walks over and kneels on the bed and gently kisses him. Spike looks at her in shock.

Spike: Okay. That was different.

She leans over and strokes his chest and brushes her lips against his lips, then his cheek, followed by his neck.

Spike: What are you doing?

Faith: Surprising you.

She continues leaving feathery kisses along his neck. He entangles his fingers in long dark tresses before guiding her mouth to his. Her hands softly stoke his chest. His skim warms to the touch.

Spike: I am not sure the game, but I am liking it.

Faith: Hush.

She lies beside him resting her head on his chest. Her fingers trailing over his cold skin.

Spike: I’m very hard now.

Faith: I know, I can see.

Spike: So are you on top?

Faith: No. You are.

Spike smiles as he rolls on to her. Noticing the soft almost vulnerable look in her eyes he stops his normal callous approach .

Spike: You okay?

Faith: I am fine.

Spike: You sure. You look funny.

Faith: No just wondering how long you’re going to perch there before you do something.

Spike: What do you want me to do?

Faith: Whatever feels good.

Spike: Oh I will make you feel more than good baby.

He begins to slowly stroke in and out. Her hands caress his chest and back. He is turned on my the awkward gentleness of her touch. He leans in and softly kisses her. They begin moving in unison until both are gripped in the waves of consuming pleasure. He drops beside her.

Spike: That was great.

Faith: I guess.

Spike: You guess. Hell woman, you blow my mind almost everyday but this takes the cake. Never knew you to be so sensual.

Faith: See you don’t know me.

Spike: Maybe not but it is fun learning. Any more lessons.

Faith: Probably. Right now I want food.

She hopes up and dashes to the kitchen. He slowly follows.

Faith: You hungry?

Spike: Worked up an appetite but I need to wait until I get home.

Faith: Oh. But that is hours away.

Spike: I will be fine.

Faith: I have peanut butter and jelly.

Spike: I don’t think so.

Faith: Well I offered.

Spike: I’m heading to the shower.

Faith: Don’t use all the hot water.

Spike: Join me if you are worried.

In LA.

Angel Investigations

Angel is reading the slightly damp paper.

Fred: Why don’t you lay it out and let it dry.

Angel: It is not that wet. Besides I am looking for something. Here it is.

Fred: What? A case?

Angel: No an art show at the museum.

Fred: Art? Any particular kind.

Angel: A showing of a little known French artist from the late 1800s. I heard they were going to show his work. Do you want to go?

Fred: No. I am not into the art and paintings.

Angel: I guess I’ll ask Dawn.

He heads upstairs and knocks at her door.

Dawn: Who is it?

Angel: Me, Dawn.

Dawn: Come on in.

Angel opens the door and walks in.

Angel: I am glad you know to ask who it is.

Dawn: Kinda had to learn that in Sunnydale. Hey does it count in here since I am just visiting?

Angel: Yeah, because this is also your home. But now I can come in anytime.

Dawn: I guess so, but you wouldn’t would you?

Angel: I am into respecting the privacy.

Dawn: Glad to hear it. So did ya want something?

Angel: Yes I did. I know with it raining you have no plans to go to the beach, so I was hoping you would go with me to the museum.

Dawn: The museum? To look a dinosaurs?

Angel: No, the art museum. There is a show I want to see. We can go there and afterwards I can buy you lunch.

Dawn: With desert?

Angel: Of course. So you want to keep me company?

Dawn: Uh I know it is raining but you still can’t go out.

Angel: We can get to the subway from the basement. Not many places I can’t get to that way.

Dawn: Cool.

Angel: See you downstairs in an hour?

Dawn: Sure.

He leaves.

Later

Dawn and Angel are walking through the museum.

Dawn: Who is this artist?

Angel: He was a Frenchman. He did a lot of his works in Paris around 1880. He was quite remarkable.

Dawn glances down at the show program and shrugs.

Angel: I think you’ll find his work quite amazing.

Dawn: Sure.

Angel: Not convincing you am I?

Dawn: I am trying to keep an open mind.

Angel pauses in front of one painting and glances at it but moves on to another. He moves to a third and smiles.

Angel: There it is.

Dawn: Okay, what make this one better than the others?

Angel: Not better, just more complete. Now look at all the people at the party.

Dawn: It looks like some kind of fancy ball.

Angel: It is. On of those fund raiser events.

Dawn: Where the rich people come to dance and say it is for charity?

Angel: Exactly.

Dawn: So why did you want me to see this one?

Angel: Get as close as you can and look in the lower left corner. See the lady in the blue gown?

Dawn: Yes. The blonde?

Angel: Now look at her and her friends.

Dawn stares and suddenly glances at Angel.

Dawn: You had long hair. And is that Darla?

Angel: Yes that is her but keep looking.

Dawn turns back.

Dawn: Okay, I recognize Druscilla but who is the guy?

She looks at Angle and he smiles. She turns back.

Dawn: I can’t be. There is no way. That is not Spike. No way. He looks awful.

Angel: Nothing has changed.

Dawn: I think you both have changed. He looks much better now. And I have to tell you I like the long hair, but spiky Angel is better looking.

Angel: Thanks, I think.

Dawn: So you came down here to see this one painting.

Angel: Not just the one. This one is just the complete group.

Dawn: Oh. Are you in others?

Angel: You will find at least one of us in most his paintings.

Dawn: For real?

She begins going from painting to painting. Not leaving one until she has located the vampire or vampires. Angel admires the paintings but is enjoying watching Dawn more. When she has looked at the final painting she walks back to Angel.

Angel: Have fun?

Dawn: That was like playing Where’s Waldo.

Angel: Not sure of the reference but I guess you liked finding us.

Dawn: Yes, as you knew I would. Does Buffy know about this?

Angel: Not that I know of. I never told her and he is not very famous. Just happen to read about the exhibit and wanted to see it.

Dawn: So you would have come even if I didn’t want to?

Angel: Yes. I like the man’s work.

Dawn: He was good.

Angel: Ready for lunch?

Dawn: Starving.

Angel: Your choice.

Dawn: What are the options?

Angel: What are you wanting?

Dawn: I was thinking pizza.

Angel: That’s fine. I think I know where we can go.

Dawn: I am following you.

Later

Back at Angel Investigations.

Dawn and Angel come in from the basement. She is carrying a pizza box.

Cordy: Pizza? You take her out and get pizza? I thought you were taking the girl somewhere nice.

Angel: It was all her choice.

Dawn: Besides. This way I have something for dinner and don’t have to fix anything.

Cordy: I would have gone for the steak or seafood.

Dawn: Not me. Give me pizza.

Fred: So how was the museum?

Dawn: It was great. Angel made me look at this one painting of a fancy ball and in the painting was Angel, Darla, Spike, and Druscilla. Actually they appeared in a lot of the paintings.

Fred: You are kidding. Do you have the artist name?

Dawn hand her the exhibit program and Fred flips through it.

Fred: You can’t really see much in these little photos.

Cordy: Maybe you can have them blown up.

Fred: Or maybe I can find them on the internet.

Dawn: Oh try. I want to show Buffy somehow. You have to see Angel with long hair.

Cordy glances at Angel.

Angel: It was the style back then.

Fred does a search and immediately locates a site dedicated to the artist. She locates the painting of the ball and enlarges it unitl they can see the foursome easily.

Cordy: This is so weird.

Wesley: I think it is interesting that the young man chose the four of you to feature in so many of his paintings.

Angel: He thought we were his friends.

Wesley: Oh. But he was human.

Angel: Completely.

Fred: Here is his bio. He was the son of a farmer. Oh he was only 23 when he died. Uh oh.

Gunn: What oh?

Fred: Uh, he died of a cut throat.

Cordy: Guess he picked the wrong friends.

Dawn: Who did it? Uh, I mean which one of you?

Cordy: Don’t answer that. Dawn, do you really want to know?

Dawn: I guess not.

They continue to peruse at the various paintings on the site.

Dawn: Angel, why don’t you tell Buffy about this site. Let her and Willow see this too.

Angel: You can.

Fred: We can send her an e-mail with the site.

Dawn: But no explanation. I want her to have to discover him herself too. That was fun.

Angel: If she even cares to take the time.

Cordy: She cares and you know it. I still say you need to go there and talk to her.

Angel: Cordy, I know how you feel, so please stop.

Dawn: Cordy, he is right. You can’t force Buffy before she is ready to deal with whatever is going on.

Cordy opens her mouth but Angel holds his hand up and she stops.

Later that day.

In Sunnydale.

Buffy and Connor enter their room

Buffy: Connor, can you be a good boy and play in you crib while mommy does some work.

She lowers him in and begins to slowly remove some of his clothes from the drawer and place them in a box.

Buffy: You need to stop growing son. I am tired of boxing up your outgrown clothes. I hope you sister can wear some of this stuff later. And of course Aunt Willow’s little boy too.

She closes the box and open her closet. She reaches up and yanks at another box.

Buffy: I think this is the box that has the newborn clothes. We have 3 more months but I better start getting them out and see what I need. What do you think Connor?

She pulls down the box and a soft black piece of clothing lands at her feet. She sets the box on the bed and places in its spot on the shelf the one she just packed. She kneels down and retrieves the black leather pants. She holds them up and slowly folds them.

Buffy: Your dad looks so amazing in leather. I know yuck. But mommy thinks your daddy is a very sexy man. I wish he still thought I was sexy.

She opens Angel’s single dresser drawer and lays the pants inside. Her eyes fall upon the black jewelry case lying amongst his clothes. Her hand gently caresses it. She lifts it from his spot and slowly opens it. A gasp escapes her lips and she lowers herself on the bed.

Buffy: Why? Why did I open this? I did not want to know this?

She slams the box shut and shoves it back into the drawer. She slides the drawer close and with tears in her eyes she turns back to her tasks.

Next morning.

Angel comes downstairs.

Fred: Morning.

Angel: Hello. Have you seen the program from the art show?

Fred: I think Dawn had it. You going to tell Buffy?

Angel: Yes. But I wanted to look at the program before she called. Where is Dawn?

Fred: She hasn’t come down yet.

Angel heads upstairs. He walks down the hall toward Dawn’s room. He becomes alert as his sensitive hearing picks up abnormal sounds emanating from Dawn’s room. Concern etches upon his face, as he rushes toward the door and wrenches it open. The sight he beholds is not what he expected. Instead of seeing Dawn battling for her life, he observes two semi-nude forms on the bed. His face transforms as a thunderous growl emits from his throat.

Dawn: Angel?!!

Angel moves toward the two as Dawn jumps up and places herself in his path. He grabs her arms but she looks into his amber eyes and he momentarily pauses giving Pike time to dash for the door. Angel turns to follow but Dawn claws at his arm trying to deter him from the pursuit.

Dawn: Stop!!! Don’t!

Angel growls as he yanks his arms free and follows the escaping male. He flies down the hall and over the rail and lands in the lobby. His hands reach out an grab the fleeing man.

Fred: Angel!!

Dawn appears above. Angel glares into the terrified face of Pike. He bears his fangs.

Dawn: Angel.

Angel glances up toward her.

Dawn: Angel.

Fred: Angel, let him go.

Angel releases Pike and he dashes out the front doors almost colliding with Cordy. Cordy, Wesley and Gunn come in. Cordy looks into the feral face of Angel.

Cordy: Angel?

Dawn comes running down the stairs.

Dawn: How could you?!!

Angel glares at her, his eyes penetrating into hers. A low growl escapes his throat. Dawn voice shrills as she flays into him

Dawn: How could you just barge in?! You promised!!

Fred: Dawn, let him calm down.

Dawn: Who does he think he is?!!!

Angel turns away trying to recapture control of himself.

Dawn: Look at me!!!

Fred: Dawn, calm down.

Dawn: No, he barges into my room uninvited then tried to kill by boyfriend.

At the word boyfriend, a low growl again is heard.

Wesley: Angel, why don’t you head upstairs.

Angel relaxes into his human facade and turns to face Dawn.

Dawn: Damn you. You are nothing but a filthy animal.

Angel: Shut up. I have heard enough.

Dawn: You can’t order me around. Never.

Angel and Dawn’s argument escalates into a full teen/parent sparing match. The others slip into the office to allow the family the privacy to deal with the issues.

The computer rings out and Cordy goes to answer it.

Cordy: Uh hi Buffy.

Buffy: Is Angel there?

The loud voices begin filtering through to Sunnydale.

Cordy: He is kind of busy.

Buffy: What the hell is going on?

Cordy: Its Angel and Dawn.

Buffy: What?

Cordy: They are arguing.

Buffy: Tell him I need to talk to him.

Cordy: Not now.

The voices continue to reverberate through out the lobby.

Buffy: Just tell him I am here.

Cordy: Buffy is on the computer!!!!

Angel does not appear to hear.

Cordy: Buffy can you call back after the fight is over.

Buffy: What the hell are they fighting about?

Cordy: Ask Angel when you call back.

Buffy: Damn it Cordy, now is not the time to be less than Miss Honesty.

Cordy: It is not my place.

Buffy: Since when has that stopped you. Just tell me why my husband and my sister are near blows.

Cordy: I am not sure, I think it has to do with the half dressed Pike I saw running out of here.

Buffy: On no. Tell me no.

Cordy: That is all I know.

Angel and Dawn are still yelling at one another.

Angel: Enough. This is getting us no where. I think you need to go back to Sunnydale tonight.

Dawn: I am not waiting that long. I am leaving now.

Angel: We will go after sunset.

Dawn: I am not going anywhere with you.

She stomps to the office.

Dawn: Cordy can you drive me home?

Cordy looks at Buffy.

Cordy: Dawn talk to Buffy while I talk to Angel.

Dawn: Buffy?

Cordy walks over and sits beside Angel at the bottom of the stairs.

Cordy: Hey big guy. Fatherhood is never easy.

Angel: I screwed up. I thought I was watching, I thought I was doing it right.

Cordy: Even if you had her tied to you she would have found some way if she really wanted to. I know from experience. And if I recall you know too how easy a teenage girl can get around her parents to see some cute guy.

Angel: So this is what I put Joyce through. This is my payback.

Cordy: I guess. Just remember all this when Conner and Caitlin get older.

Angel: Not something I can forget.

Cordy: Do you want me to drive her home?

Angel: Please. I want her as far from him as possible.

Cordy: Think it will help?

Angel: I don’t think he will follow her there. Besides Buffy seems to do a much better job than I did.

Cordy: Well I had to tell Buffy.

Angel: Buffy? Oh, well that saves me having to explain it.

Cordy: She will want details.

Angel: I know. Just help Dawn pack while I talk to my wife. Damn, I wish she was here.

The following Monday morning

Willow: Buffy, are you ready?

Buffy: Yes. Just can you grab the diaper bag.

Willow: I got it. Let’s go.

Buffy: Where Is Dawn?

Willow: In the van. She is waiting for us.

After dropping Dawn and Conner at the Magic Box the two friends arrive at the doctor’s office. After her exam, Willow ask the doctor if he can spare a few moments.

Doctor: Of course Willow. Are you still having morning sickness?

Willow: Yes, but I it only about once a day now.

Doctor: That is better. So what did you need to talk to me about?

Willow: About Buffy. She has been acting very irrationally.

Doctor: I am not sure what you mean.

Willow: She has been in love with her husband since she was 16 but all of a sudden she has shut him out almost completely. I know she loves him but she refuses to let him come for a visit and has even stopped telling him she loves him. He is a wreck but refuses to come unless she wants him here.

Doctor: He lives and works in LA right?

Willow: Yes.

Doctor: How long has it been since he was here?

Willow: He was here a few weeks ago but had to turn around and head back for a work emergency less than 24 hrs later.

Doctor: And before that?

Willow: Before that he was gone on a case for 3 weeks but talked to her every other day and things seemed fine

Doctor: I think I know what her problem is. I should not be saying this but I think she needs your help and maybe even her husbands.

Willow: What is it? Is it physical?

Doctor: Not quite. I have noticed in her visits that Buffy is having a hard time dealing with her self image. She is not comfortable with her altered shape. And if her husband has not been around during most of the changes, she may be unsure as to how he would perceive her.

Willow: He doesn’t care. He would love her, if she suddenly sprouted a tail and horns.

Doctor: But does she believe that. He has not had anytime with her since she really began to show. She may think he would no longer find her appealing.

Willow: Well they have a video phone and talk every morning.

Doctor: So he does see her?

Willow: No actually he gets more of Conner. She never talks to him without the baby.

Doctor: Hiding behind her son.?

Willow: I think she might be. She even made a excuse last week, for him not to come to one of our best friend’s wedding. Doctor, I think you may be right. She has made a few comments to me about her weight but I never associated it with Angel.

Doctor: Angel?

Willow: Her husband.

Doctor: Interesting name.

Willow: Interesting man. Face of an Angel, but big enough, no one would ever make fun of him.

Doctor: You think a lot of him?

Willow: I do.

Doctor: Well I hope you and he can make her feel better.

Willow: We will try. Now that we have an idea what is wrong.

Doctor: Good luck.

At the Magic Box.

Anya: Everything okay?

Willow: Perfect. Two healthy moms carrying two healthy babies.

Dawn: I am glad.

Buffy: Come on Dawn, get your stuff, we need to get Conner home. It is almost nap time. Will?

Willow: I am staying here for awhile. Want to look at a few of Giles books.

Buffy: For what?

Willow: Nothing magical. I promise.

Buffy: Okay. Want me to come back later and get you?

Willow: No I can walk.

Buffy: Well call if you want a ride.

Buffy, Dawn and Conner leave.

Anya: What book you want?

Willow: No book. I need the phone. I need to call Angel.

Anya: Angel? In LA?

Willow: I will pay for it. Just tell me when the bill comes.

Anya: Okay. I guess.

Willow quickly dials LA and tells Angel what the doctor says.

Angel: That is ridiculous. She can not believe that.

Willow: I think it makes a lot of sense.

Angel: I guess but how do I convince her.

Willow: I have an idea.

That night at the Summers home

Buffy: I am so tired.

Willow: I know the feeling. The doctor visit took a lot out of me.

Buffy: Me too.

Willow: I thought Angel wanted to come this time.

Buffy: He did but it is just too complicated.

Willow: I bet he is so excited. I know Oz is.

Buffy: I guess. Not quite sure how he feels.

Willow: You don’t? Why not?

Buffy: He has never been a big one to share his feelings and now is no different.

Willow: But you have a secret weapon now.

Buffy: Huh?

Willow: You can peek into his dreams and learn all his fantasizes and desires.

Buffy: I don’t do that. I never just visit without talking to him first.

Willow: Oh, I just thought you might sneak in and see what is on his mind.

Buffy: That would be like spying.

Willow: I guess. Well good night.

Later that night

Buffy wakes for one of her now familiar jaunts to the bathroom. As she crawls back in bed she ponders what Willow said. Could she really slip into Angel’s dream and see what he desires. She panics as she fears the answer but after a mere moment can not resist finding out. She relaxes and shuts here eyes and slides into his dream. She finds her self standing in the doorway of her own room looking in. Before her is Angel dressed for bed. His back is toward her as he looks down at the form on the bed. She moves closer so she can see both clearly.

DB is sleeping in just a slip and Buffy notice that DB’s form is consistent with her own expanded shape.

She watches as DA stares at B’s left nipple peaking out of the slip as she breathes. DA leans over to DB and lets his fingers softly brush the curves of her breasts, until DB shakes with an intense shudder. DA notices DB opening her eyes and smirking.

DA: I guess you caught me looking at your lovely new form.

DB: I think you were doing more than looking there fella.

She reached to touch his face.

DB: Do you still find me attractive?

DA: I would not be here lurking, otherwise. Buffy, I watch you grow from a teenager into a stunning woman and I still cannot believe that we are having a daughter, and I continue to fall more in love with you each day.

Buffy watches as DA lowers his head towards her. DA thrust his tongue between her teeth, then retreats with slowness, only to thrust again, taking all that her mouth has to offer, as his fingers ease away the strap of her slip to reveal her voluptuous breasts, down to the pink nipples. At DA’s touch, DB’s rosy centers pucker and taunt leading DA to taste and tease each breast until DB gasps and clenches her hands on his shoulders. DA’s fingers moves lower over DB’s swelling belly and against her thigh easing her out of her panties and slip. He lies down beside her. DB tries to reach for DA to pull him back to her mouth, but he only continues his torture on her sense by kissing her all over, very slowly, kisses that burn over her skin and leave her with deep desire.

DB runs her hands over DA’s chest, as she feels his muscles tense. DA’s nipples stiffen beneath her palm and as she stares into DA’s eyes, her fingers moves lower over his belly and slides over the fabric covering his erection. With DA’s groan, DB reaches and takes his hand. She slowly guides him between her thighs. DB continues to guide his hand in and out of her until they rock back and forth in a perfect pattern, when DA suddenly feels DB’s intense fingers digging into his skin. As DA continues the fast rhythm pattern, he looks with pleasure as DB climaxes He brings his hand it up to his lips, he begins licking off each finger in turn and then across the moist palm.

DA: You are so beautiful, so …………..perfect.

DB: Strange, I was going to say same thing.

Buffy pulls back having witnesses enough. She sits on her bed with tears forming in her eyes. She grabs for the phone and punches in the 11 numbers and hold her breath while it rings.

Angel: Hello.

Buffy: I love you.

Angel: I love you too sweetheart. Are you okay?

Buffy: No, yes, maybe. I don’t know. I need you.

Angel: I am right here honey.

Buffy: I need to see you .

Angel: I can be there in 2 hours.

Buffy: Please.

Angel: But you are okay? Connor? Caitlin?

Buffy: We are fine. Just come please.

Angel: I am on my way, baby.

She hangs up the phone and glances around her room. She begins to quickly straighten everything up. Willow appears at the door having been awaken by her movements.

Willow: What are you doing?

Buffy: Cleaning up some. Can you get me clean sheets from the linen closet.

Willow: Buffy, it is 2 in the morning.

Buffy: Angel will be here in 2 hours and he is not sleeping on dirty sheets.

Willow: Angel? He is coming tonight?

Buffy: Yes. Now I need clean sheets.

Willow turns a smile playing across her face as she retrieves the sheets. As she helps Buffy, Dawn appears in the doorway.

Dawn: What is going on?

Willow: Helping to get things ready for a late night visit.

Dawn: Angel?

Buffy: Yes.

Dawn: Why?

Buffy: Because I asked him to.

Dawn: I don’t want to see him.

Willow: Dawn, please go back to bed.

Dawn: I still hate him

She turns and leaves.

Buffy: That sounds so familiar.

Willow: I think we all have told our parents that before.

Buffy: I think so. But he is not her father.

Willow: Yeah he is. In every way that matters.

Buffy: I guess so.

Willow: Wait right here.

Willow returns moments later with a long peach gown short flowey sleeves.

Buffy: What is it?

Willow: It was Tara’s. I think it may fit.

Buffy: Mean fit around me?

Willow: Yes. You want to try it?

Buffy: I guess. It is pretty.

She quickly changes.

Buffy: A tad long but it looks better than the sweats and t-shirt. Thanks.

Later

Buffy kneels on the sofa peaking out the window. Her heart feels ready to jump from her throat as she waits. The sound of his engine before she spies the headlights. She watches him pull into the driveway and dashes for the door. She stands in the open doorway as he walks across the porch, his leather satchel gripped in his hand. He swoops her into his arm and their mouths seek out one another. The initial greeting leaving them both a bit wobbly.

Buffy: I am so glad you came.

Angel: All you had to do was call.

She takes his hands and leads him toward the stairs. He pulls back.

Angel: No.

Buffy: What?

Angel: No. I am not going up there until we have talked.

Buffy: But.

Angel leads her to the sofa. He drops his bag and pulls her into his arms.

Buffy: Lets just go upstairs.

Angel: Not until you tell me what has been going on here. Why you have been so distant. I deserve to know.

Buffy: You do, but later. Okay?

Angel: Now.