Pairings: Buffy/Riley, Buffy/Angel (4eva! lol), Angel/Whore - I mean, Cordelia
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these chars. But if I did, Bangel would totally be, like, kickin' it 4eva bcuz they soooo rock! Evry1 knows that they should totally, really, for reals be together. They are so good together. So yeah, I don't own them. Don't sue me bcuz my rents would have such a friggin' spaz attack. And I don't own n.e. of the lyriks because, like, Evanescence r0cks and I could never be as good as those guys. So I own nadda. Like, the story of my LIFE!
Author's Note: Okay, so, like, I was thinking about putting out a story about Buffy and Angel and their eternal love and then I realized why not do it, so I did, and here it is. It takes place in season four or five, in an alternate world where Cowdelia and Angel are together (vomits this has a purpose though, I swears!) and Buffy and Biley and also together. But she doesn't know he's in the Initiative. And Angel doesn't know that Cordelia is such a friggin' WHOREdelia. But you'll find that out later. Oops, don't want to give any more away. Read on, s'il vous whatever!
Beep Beep Beep
The alarm blared shrilly in Buffy's ear. She groaned, stretched, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and then smashed the hell out of it. Sitting up, she ran her hands through her long, blonde hair. It is really long, she thinks. She'd get it cut, except that ...
Buffy paused. Shaking her head, she sighed. She couldn't think of that. He wasn't here, the ... person who loved her hair. She was with the other guy now. Whatisface. Mr. Reliability. She couldn't possibly think of the undead and how cold, yet warm he was in her arms. His muscular body holding her tight in her times of need, his handsome face next to hers, and how he felt when he -
She was totally jarred out of her thoughts when Riley, lying next to her, looking all PlayDough-y and very not Angel like, gave a loud, contented groan.
"Buffy. You're up already. I was going to make breakfast."
Buffy looked over at him and rolled her eyes. He grinned sheepishly.
"Okay, I was going to get coffee from the student union. It's a breakfast of ... a kind. I hear the alcoholics down by the docks rave about it."
She smiled and lay back down next to him. He would have to do for now. I mean, she had to get over Angel eventually, right? Even though he was her first love. Possibly her only love.
"That's okay, sweetie. It's the thought that counts."
Riley looked over at Buffy and frowned. Shifting away from her, he stood up and walked over to the dresser.
"That's it, isn't it? I'm never good enough for you."
Blinking in disbelief, the Slayer sat up and tugged the twisted bedsheets around herself.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about? I said it was the thought that counts."
Riley shook his head and tugged a fresh, army-print shirt over his head.
"You don't get it. Can't you even see what you do to me? It's the thought that counts. Yeah ... never good enough. Not my breakfast, not my pulse, not even the sex." He looked down at her, glowering. "Don't even deny that you weren't into it last night, Buffy. Don't even fucking deny."
Pulling herself to a standing position, Buffy let the sheet fall to the floor and began plucking up the clothes she had allowed Riley to so passionately rip from her last evening. Okay, so she hadn't been into it. But she didn't think she was so bad an actress. She even managed not to call out the name of the certain someone when she ...
So she thought she'd done a good job. Apparently, not enough.
"Where is this coming from? I thought you had a good time."
"Yeah," he spat, grabbing his jacket from the chair next to the bed, "I thought you did, too. Don't even lie ... you're so full of it. I know who you're thinking of. The whole time. Is it ... every time, Buffy? Every time?"
Buffy bit her lip and put on her best innocent face. In reality, she was hurt that he knew the truth. Riley was usually such a nice guy. Though he did have a temper.
"You know that I'm over ... him. Don't you dare bringAngel into this! We're through."
Riley slung the jacket over his shoulder and, jerking the bedroom door ajar, turned to glare at her.
With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Buffy to sob quietly to herself.
To be continued ...
A/N: So what do y'all think? Should I continue? Like, is it, like, good?