The Joy Is Mine
Author: Copper Email: [email protected] Disclaimer: Not mine. No harm intended. Summary: Buffy's sick; Angel plays doctor - she feels better. Rating: It's fluff, how should I know? PG-14 to R Distribution: If you want it...take it, just lmk. Though why... Notes: I'm moving today and should be doing about three hundred other things, but... Dedication: Cass, you asked for fluff...I hope this makes you smile. Or at least go awwww...
She smiled and looked around the room. ~Perfect! When Angel gets home...~ She drifted off as she thought of her vampire lover and once again thanked whatever power it was that had brought him to her...and made it so that vamps couldn't get sick. It would have been twice as bad, at least, if her flu had kept Angel from her. She thought back on the past month and marvelled at his patience. ~*~*~*~ She'd been throwing up for hours and he'd been patiently sitting by her, holding her hair, rubbing her back, and wiping her face with a cool cloth. In between he'd been trying to get her to at least drink some water so she wouldn't become completely dehydrated. Of course, in the end that hadn't worked and she'd spent a week in the hospital hooked up to an IV that fed her fluids for the dehydration and some sort of anti-nausea medication to keep it down. Angel had visited every night; reading to her, telling her stories of his childhood and Ireland, folk stories he'd grown up with, or just holding her hand. He'd arranged for her to have a private room, and a couple times had slipped of his shirt and let her lean against him when she was overheated. He wouldn't let anyone else come visit her while she was there, though, not wanting them to catch what she had. If it could do that to someone with her immune system, what could it do to a normal human? But he had made up for it later, letting the gang invade his place while she recovered there, despite his love of peace and quiet. But Buffy had been glad to see her friends again. Willow had brought her some fuzzy slippers that had M&Ms on them and they'd laughed and watched videos together. She remembered that one with Jim Carrey's ex and the ditz from Ally McBeal, oh and the cop from NYPD Blue...humming it to herself while occasionnally adding a word or two... 'and Earl had to die'. They'd giggled hysterically at that. Then Xander had come and brought her that ridiculous toy. A Furby! What would she do with a Furby? Especially one that only said, "I'm gonna die and rot in bed with worms?" But she was keeping it to use as torture on uncooperative vamps and demons...Of course, it would make a good gag gift for Spike... ~*~*~*~ Coming back to the present Buffy made sure she had cleaned up all the ingredients for the spell, not wanting Angel to be suspicious when he got in. It wasn't complicated or dangerous but no one knew about it. Despite the fact that it would ensure her eternal status as Slayer she didn't care because it would bind her with Angel forever. Not only that, but they would now be able to communicate telepathically and he would be able to go out in the sunlight once in a while. ***** He entered the apartment and breathed in the heady smell of roses and Buffy. Candles, placed strategically around the rooms lent a mysterious glow, and when he finally saw her... It had been hard being around her and not having her, for even sick she was beautiful, but he could tell that tonight would more than make up for it. Her hair up, her figure covered by some shiny, silky, translucent material that let the light outline every curve, the green of it making her eyes seem like jade. "Beautiful," he whispered, as walked around her. "I've missed you." Buffy's voice was husky with muted desire as she pulled him towards her for a thorough kiss, tongues caressing, teeth nipping. It had never felt like that before. Angel knew that something changed but before he could question what he heard, 'We're bonded' in his mind. And he knew. The love, the passion, the sheer masculine pride in realizing that she had chosen him for life, for eternity drove him past thought. He swept her into his arms, just gazing at her as the silent communication continued before setting her down and quickly removing both of their clothes. Buffy had known as soon as he realized what she'd done that any romance would be saved for later. This would be a true mating, with Angel claiming her as his - and she revelled in it. As he thrust into her heat with a sure force she gasped and let him take control. Over and over again, he entered and withdrew, hitting her most sensitive spots each time. His growls aroused her further, as her moans and the feel of her legs wrapped around him and her nails digging into his back did for him. When his canines elongated and he drove them almost violently into her neck, flames burst within her and intensified as he swallowed her blood and joined her. It took minutes, or maybe hours, for them to return to consciousness. "Thank you, my heart." Buffy didn't have to ask what he was thanking her for, knowing that the gift of eternity with her was his desire realized. She just entwined her arms around his neck, and gave him a sweet kiss, saying, "The joy is mine, my angel, the joy is mine." ***** Ok. That's it. I fudged. A lot. But it IS fluff and it does meet all your requirements...Besides I wrote it in a really short time period. Janice Must have~ Buffy sick and angel taking care of her Fluff, nothing but Fluff. Smut is optional, but please, oh please, make me feel better Three out of these: M&M Slippers Children's vitamins Someone saying I'm gona die androt in a bed of worms A spell A furby The song "GoodBye earl" by the Dixie Chicks. Nedd lyrics? Ask and ye shall recieve
