Buffy chuckled. "Let's not. Last week I spent all my free time practicing how to effectively decapitate a vamp using only a butcher knife. Giles won't give me a sword. Says I'll get blade happy. I had to stop fighting him about it when I realized he was right."
"What's the free time activity this week?"
"Knife throwing," she answered. "I can't really use it for vamps but it's fun. The only thing is that my mom walked into my room right after I threw a knife at my target. The only thing she said was, 'Buffy, I don't remember buying knives like that.' Then she walked out of the room, but not before I heard her mumbling, 'Buffy's throwing knives at the wall. Should I be worried?"
He laughed and Buffy couldn't help but smile. "You have customized knives?"
"Yeah," Buffy replied. "Girl's gotta be prepared. I've even got those cool ninja star thingies. My next weapon is the whip. Giles says I'm getting a little carried away. I told him if Catwoman can use one so can I. Besides a whip can come in handy."
"In handy for what?"
"My personal life. Never know when you'll need to punish the ones you love."
Angel chuckled. "Should I be afraid?"
"Do you need to be punished?"
"No," he answered firmly. "Let's get off this topic. Time to move on."
Buffy accepted the change in topic. "Let's talk about the past."
There was a brief silence on the other end. "Let's talk about those whips."
Buffy smiled. "No chickening out," she told him. "I want to know what life was like when you were a kid. I bet you were cute."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything," she answered. "Did you have brothers and sisters? Where did you live? What did you do? How many women did you seduce? You know, all the dirt."
He laughed. "Okay. I had two sisters. I was the only boy and the oldest. I lived in Ireland. I had a mom and a dad. I didn't seduce any women. I was a gentleman. That's about it."
Buffy smiled. "I can believe that."
"That you didn't seduce any women," she replied. "We've been together a while now and you still haven't put the moves on me yet. The thing is I don't believe it. I bet there was some girl you had your eye on. And I'm positive you weren't pure and innocent. It's not you."
He smiled. "I said I didn't seduce women, I didn't say I didn't sleep with them."
"So, finally we get to the truth," she said imagining juicy gossip. "Alright, spill it. Were you a frequent visitor to the local establishment? Did you have a naughty divorced mistress?"
Angel laughed. "Buffy where did you get this?"
"Hey," she said smiling. "I have little to work with. My great source of info is the occasional Historical novel I can sneak in. Clue me in."
"This doesn't bother you?" he asked, stalling for time. Buffy thought she heard him mumble, "It's bothering me."
Buffy shook her head. "No," she answered truthfully. "Why should it? It happened ages ago. Besides I think I have a right to know how you got your experience. It affects me."
Angel smiled. "Will it?"
"Hopefully soon, but that depends on Saint Angel, keeper of Buffy's virgin status."
"Keeper of your what?" Angel asked in a choked voice.
"You heard me," she told him. "Now stop stalling and talk."
He sighed. "No I was not a frequent visitor to the local establishment. I didn't pay for sex. And yes I had a mistress."
Buffy was intrigued. "How many?"
"You assume I had more than one?"
"Yeah," she said impatiently. "Didn't you?"
"Well yes, but I'm stung you assumed it."
Buffy grinned. "Oh, get over it. Your ego isn't that fragile. Go on."
"I'm not telling you about mistresses, Buffy," Angel said firmly
"Loosen up, it's the nineties. The 1990's," she reminded him. "Besides, I'm curious."
He was quiet for a moment. "Do you even care that this is making me very uncomfortable?"
"Not really," Buffy answered. "But if it bothers you that much we'll skip that talk. Better?"
"Much," he answered. "How are Willow and Xander?"
"They're perfect," she responded. "Spending some quality time together. Away from their troublesome friend."
"You're not troublesome."
"I happen to agree," Buffy said smartly. "So sad other adults don't feel the same." She sighed. "Save their lives and they don't even appreciate it."
"Feeling sorry for yourself?"
"No," Buffy answered. "Just a little unappreciated."
Angel laughed. "Alright, next topic."
Buffy smiled. "Okay. What's the weirdest thing about our relationship?" she asked him after a moment. "In your opinion."
Angel chuckled. "Besides the fact that I'm old enough to be your grandfather a couple times over?"
Buffy groaned. "I never thought about it like that," she said. She had a brief flash of herself kissing an old decrepit man. She shuddered. "Thank goodness you look young. We're sick."
Angel smiled. "Maybe just a little, he answered. "But you like me anyway right?"
"Yep," she answered truthfully. "My only other alternative is Xander. Or Spike." She paused to think about it. "I could get into Spike. He's sexy."
"I wouldn't," Angel told her. "He's all talk. No action there at all."
Buffy laughed. "Look who's talking. I'm not getting much of either out of you. What makes you so sure you've got what it takes?"
"We can always ask Dru," he told her. "I'm sure she can fill you in."
Buffy grinned. "No fair throwing up past demons in my face," she told him. "It's bad enough knowing Dru's had you and I haven't."
"Be good," Angel warned. "One more sex reference and I'll hang up."
Buffy sighed. "Slayers honor, I'll be good."
Angel smiled. "Alright. Anything else you want to talk about?"
"Yeah," she answered after a moment. "Are we still on for the weekend?"
"Yes. My place or yours?"
"Definitely yours," Buffy replied. "It's cosy."
Angel laughed. "Okay, it's late and you've got school tomorrow so I'm letting you go."
"Alright. Your place, eight o'clock?"
"My place, eight o'clock. Don't be late."
"I won't," she answered. She snuggled deep into her covers, preparing once again for sleep. "Bye Angel."
Angel smiled. "Goodnight Buffy," he said softly into the phone. A second later, he hung up.
Buffy replaced the receiver and sighed. "Goodnight," she murmurred before drifting off to sleep.