Centre Stage

Angelus was positively buzzing but in fairness, Buffy wasn't far behind him. They walked down the centre aisle and the place was quiet. As they hit the stage level Angelus summoned over their driver/bodyguard. Well he was meant to be the bodyguard but really, it was unnecessary; he was carrying a box in his hands.

It was her mates style all very classy, black wrapping with a red bow. She opened the box to see two beautiful Japanese short swords. Angelus had chosen well, with her style of fighting, using everything feet, hands and blades it was better to have shorter swords.

Buffy saw the male opponent draw a huge Scottish broadsword and couldn't quite bite back a snigger, "Overcompensating much?"

Angelus smirked, "Well we can't all be blessed."

It was all it took, the demon moved against Angelus in a rash overhead strike. The move was easily countered and as a punishment for his stupidity; Angelus punched him, causing the demon to fly across the arena.

Meanwhile Buffy was circling her prey; her prey was a little more wary than her counterpart was. Trouble was the challenge had already been thrown down and accepted. Buffy was becoming faintly bored, "Anytime. I really want a long evening with my mate."

The blatant disrespect Buffy showed was enough to anger her opponent and finally they were dancing. Buffy never felt more alive then when she was fighting, admittedly, her opponent wasn't necessarily up to her calibre but she would do.

After all, she liked to fight it allowed her to settle other itches so to speak.

They were toying with their opponents, wetting their appetites. Angelus shouted over his head, "Best death takes the lead tonight."

Buffy let her mind wander just a little at the lewd suggestion. Well they were always very passionate people and this really was a win-win situation.

"You're on!"

That was the key; Buffy's movements became a little more fluid, a little stronger. In all, she looked like she was dancing and the sheer joy on her face, made many of the male audience jealous of Angelus.

At the same time, Angelus' desire was rising and he was truly showing why he earned the name Angelus. Buffy knew that if it weren't for her own reputation she would have assassins on her ass. The idea would be impossible since she'd sent the Order of Dakara packing. If the scariest demon assassins in the world refused to take the contract then no one else would.

The one kick sent her opponents sword flying, now she was unarmed and Buffy knew exactly how she would end this. She flipped distracting her opponent and before her opponent had realised it, she was in three pieces on the floor.

Her part was finished so she stood one side and ogled her mate. He was using his favourite English broadsword, Buffy mused wondering how strong it was. Her answer came moments later when Angelus split his opponent in half straight through the middle.

He turned to face her, she clapped, "Happy Valentines baby, I want to go home," her added pout was enough to erode all doubts.

He picked her up and swung her about while giving her a hungry kiss. They walked out of the stadium to cheers; they ignored the cheering in favour of reaching the Limo. Unlike his Childe, Angelus never managed to wait until he got to his rooms in the townhouse.

It was at time like this that he loved the rewards of their job. A spacious Limo with a partition was perfect. They barely managed to separate themselves until they did reach their rooms. Once there, they unleashed all their desires and spent the rest of the evening, proving their feelings towards each other.

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Monday morning rolled round and the workers of Wolfram and Hart waited for the bosses to arrive along with the main directors. It was their hope that all had enjoyed their Valentines Day, as they didn't think they could cope with them angry.

The happy smiles of the younger members put them at ease. Sadly, when they noticed the wide smiles on Angelus, Buffy and Spikes faces, they were unsure whether to be relieved or scared.

Maybe it would be best to be both.

Maybe it was time to find some protection.

Much protection and they should make sure all their work was perfect.

That way they would not be served as a gift to one of the directors.

Amazing what one Valentine Gift could do to morale.

A/N The end. I hope you enjoyed the short story. A few readers have been asking about a sequel to the main story. Sadly I don't have a good enough plot so instead will focus on doing one-shots and shorts stories.