SERIES : the Correspondences
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel
RATING : PG14
SPOILERS : I Will Remember You
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.
Nor do I own “again” (Janet Jackson), “the Dance” (Garth Brooks), “She’s Every
Woman” (Garth Brooks), “Wild Horses” (Wild Horses).
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9
THAT MORNING
It
was dark inside when she woke up, obviously it would be. She began to squirm
and his fingers moved lightly on her arm. “Morning.” She said.
“Morning,
sleep well?”
“For
the first time in five years, yes.”
“Good.
Are you hungry?”
“A
little, but I’m more of an orange juice and coffee person in the morning now.”
“Oh,
you happen to be in luck, cause I have both of those things.”
“Must
be my lucky day.” They both got up. He had already framed the picture she sent
him; it was right next to the bed, along with her senior picture and one of
her, Willow and Cordelia at the prom. “This is like a shrine to things
Sunnydale Angel.” He looked back.
“Yeah,
well, I like to keep my women close, something nice to wake up to in the
morning, or afternoon.”
“Right,
this is early for you, you want to go back to bed?”
“No,
I’m good. Been sleeping less lately not that I ever really slept anyway. I
guess I’m one of those people that can run on five hours, even when I was
young, I’d be up with the sun, my mom said I had way too much energy.”
“What
did you do at five in the morning?” She sat down at the table as he got coffee
started.
“Well,
when I was younger, I’d go get the bread from the baker, when I was older I
went the bar, and when I was even older, I’d be getting dressed so I’d be out
of her house before she woke up.”
“Who?”
“Any
girl I was with.”
“Oh.
I didn’t know that.”
“There’s
a lot you don’t know about me.” He said sitting down handing her orange juice.
“Okay
Angel, tell me something else I don’t know.” He leaned back in the chair.
“Okay,
something else... okay. This one time, when I was like ten, my dad and I went
fishing early one morning, and I caught this fish, it must have been like two
feet long. I freaked out because it was flapping around, so I threw it back in
the water.”
“Scared
of fish?”
“Actually
yes, from that day on, I never ate fish again.”
“Interesting.”
“What
about you Buffy? Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Okay...
oh, this one time, I went to my grandmothers house and we were going to bake
cookies, I was nine I think. We were going to make chocolate chip cookies and she
thought it would be a good idea to put some peanut butter in it too, so we
mixed the dough, put in the chip, and when we put the peanut butter in, it made
this thick paste stuff. It was gross, but we threw the whole lump in a cake pan
and stuffed in the oven. When we took it out, it was all gooey and melty, but
it was the best mistake I ever ate.” She laughed at her own memory.
He
watched her eyes light up as she told the story and he fell in love with her
twenty times over. “Interesting.”
“Yeah,
my gram and I always baked stuff, most came out okay, but this one time, she
was tired, so she thought she would let me make biscuits for dinner, what a
mistake that was. They were flat little burnt pancakes when I was done with
them, plus I set off the fire alarm.” He laughed. “Now your turn.”
“Okay...
my sister and I used to go, when I was 14, down to the pier and watch the ships
coming in from America. We’d sit, and we’d watch and try to guess what was on
them, like if it was corn or tobacco... she liked to make up stories about the
men on the boats. Then we’d go to the beach and lay back and look at the
clouds. We’d find the pictures in them and make up stories to go with them.
Then we’d go home and my dad would hit me for something or another.”
“Angel,
I’m sorry.”
“For
what?”
“For
what your dad did to you or to your mom, it wasn’t right.”
“You
know I spent my entire life trying to find peace with him. I hated him and I
hated my mom for letting him hurt us, we were just kids. He may have had a
reason when I was older, I was lazy, but when I was ten? There was no reason. I
killed a lot of people and regret it, but I can’t say I’m all too torn up about
killing him. I get that times were different back then, I totally understand
that, there was nothing my mother could do, but he could have. God I almost
think I did my sister a favor.”
“Why?”
“Because
I heard the things he did to my mother, I shudder to think what he did to my
sister when I was getting drunk.”
“What
was she like?”
“Bri?”
“Bri?”
She asked.
“Short for Briana, Bri was beautiful and smart, she
was so smart, she learned to read all on her own you know, well I helped a
little. She liked reading, I got books for her from my friends and I bought her
this book, I actually have it, her favorite book, Romeo and Juliet. She
read it so many times, she had it memorized. I’d watch her read it and every
time she read it, she’d find more she loved about it. She was amazing. I miss
her.”
“I
wish I could have seen her, I bet she was gorgeous.”
“Why
do you say that?”
“Well,
I know it’s been a while, but you’re not that horrid to look at, hell even all
vampy you have definite attractive qualities, so I bet it runs in the family.”
“You
think?”
“Oh
yeah.”
“Well,
you can see a picture of her, give me a minute, keep an eye on the coffee.”
It
was so nice to be sharing this with Buffy; things he’d only shared with himself
for two and half centuries. He rummaged through the chest and finally just
decided this was something he could share with her. “Hey! Come here!”
“What?”
She walked to him. “What’s that?”
“My
past. I want to share this with you Buffy.”
“I
want to see.” He lifted a notebook out of the bottom. “What’s that?”
“Drawings
of mine.” He flipped to the front of the book; she fleetingly saw red on the
pages. “This is what I working on the morning before I... before I was changed,
before I died.”
“It’s
beautiful, is this your sister?”
“Yes,
it is.”
“She’s
beautiful, more so than I imagined. You should get this framed Angel, then you
can her up too.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I
killed her Buffy, that’s the last imagine I have of my sister.”
“It
doesn’t have to be, you didn’t do that, the demon did, you wouldn’t have. The
man that I’m talking to now would not have done those things.”
“Buffy,
you can’t possibly understand what it feels like.”
“No
I can’t, I can’t even imagine it Angel. Surely the worst thing in the world I
could think of wouldn’t even come close to what you deal with every day. I
can’t say I envy you Angel, but I admire you, you are so strong.” She put her
hand on his forearm and he turned to her. Before he knew what was happening,
she had pressed her lips to his and they were entranced in a kiss. She broke
away and sat down on the floor. “Show me more.” She took the notebook from him
and started flipping the pages.
“NO!”
He grabbed it away from her. “No.”
“Angel,
show me your world.” He flinched. He had said that once, and it had brought him
to do the terrible things he did. “Angel, I want to see. I’m ready.” He handed
her the notebook and watched as she flipped through the drawings. “These are
really good Angel.”
“They’re
of dead bodies Buffy, people I killed.”
“I
know, still doesn’t mean they aren’t good. You’re a really good artist. You
could give up this whole atonement thing and be a starving artist.” She smiled
and touched his cheek. “I know, I’ll be serious, but seriously these are really
good.”
“I
have more, here.” He handed the others to her. “These are all from before, the
last one in that book is the gypsy girl.”
She
flipped to that page. “Wow, she was pretty.”
“Not
exceedingly so, but yes. And that next one is the old lady that placed the
curse on me. It’s funny how certain moments just freeze in time.”
“Are
there any more?”
“Yes
a couple. I don’t have many from the time I came to the US until when I went to
Sunnydale, not much inspiration.” He handed her three more.
“Oh
my god. How did you know about this?” She asked, pointing to herself with a
lollipop outside her school in LA with Merrick. This was the day she fought her
first vampire.
“I
was there.”
“What?”
“Whistler
took me there to show me you Buffy. That’s when I fell in love with you, and
maybe that’s why I always felt I needed to protect you, cause the first images
of you I have in my head are of a scared little girl, who’d never heard the
word vampire with any considerable thought or reality.”
“Explains
a lot.”
“How
so?”
“Why
you always make decisions without me, like a father, instead of as a lover, as
an equal. Will I always be that little girl to you Angel?”
“Perhaps
so Buffy, perhaps so. The only decision I really left up to you was whether you
wanted to make love or not Buffy, and look how that turned out. I should have
known better. I can remember being outside, and feeling the change coming, it
hurt so much, and all I could think of was how much I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Funny,
that’s what was going through my mind when I rammed the sword through your gut.
That must have been the worst moment of my life. I was ready to send Angelus,
but not you, never you.”
“Buffy,
it was you who saved me from Hell. It was your love that brought me back, our
connection that kept me whole, that made me endure. Not that I didn’t deserve
everything I got and more, they did nothing to me that I didn’t do to everyone
I met over the course of a hundred and fifty years.”
“Still,
I couldn’t even think straight after that. I left; I came to LA, ironic huh?
Whenever we need to run from our past, we pick the same city.”
“I
guess.” He was quiet. “Buffy, I shouldn’t have sent that letter, I didn’t want
this. I didn’t want impose on you when nothing has changed.”
“Don’t
do that to me, don’t play these games Angel. You were honest with me for once
in those letters and you want me, you want to make it work, I know you do. You
can’t lie to me this time, I won’t take it. We owe it to ourselves to try. We
do. We can make it work.”
“Buffy,
no matter how you slice it, you are still human and I’m not, you’re going to
age and I’m not, there’s no way you can change that.”
She
continued flipping through the notebooks and saw a series of pictures from when
they had made love, exquisite pictures, detailed pictures of her, and of them
together. She longed to be that close once more. Then she came to a series of
pictures of her sleeping, and fighting. “When are these from?”
“I
was always watching you Buffy, evil or not, I can’t seem to stay away from
you.”
“Creepy.”
“Tell
my alterego about that.”
She
opened the next notebook and saw herself and Angel on the table in his
apartment, and in his bed. He had them in the shower, and he had her tattoo on
her back, he hadn’t seen it, she hadn’t had it when they were together.
“Angel?”
“What?”
“How
did you know about that?”
“What?”
“My
tattoo.”
“What?”
He hadn’t meant for her to see that notebook. “Hmm? Oh that, I don’t know, used
my imagination I suppose. Why do you ask?”
“Because
I have that on my shoulder blade, and I got it right before Thanksgiving of
freshman year of college, you wouldn’t have known about it.” How could he get out
this? “And you have quite the imagination, the kitchen table Angel? Little
daring aren’t we?”
“Buffy,
give me that.” He tried to get it away from her before she looked anymore.
“Buffy...”
She
kept flipping, and it seemed that these were way too detailed to be
imagination. Behind everyone was a clock reading nine o’clock and hearts. They
were different from the other drawings, no longing, no sadness, just the two of
them happy.
She
noticed a cut on his arm, and a couple dark areas, possibly bruises in the
pictures. “Angel?”
“Buffy,
please, give it back to me.” She jumped up from him as she found the last page
and read what he had written over a picture of them.
“My only love sprung
from my only hate”
Two star crossed
lovers, destined to be together,
Created and destroyed
by the times they’ve spent apart
Given a chance at
happiness
And given misery
One destined to
remember
One to forget
Can their love
survive
the true test of
time?
“Angel?”
“What?”
“What
does this mean?”
“Buffy,
it’s nothing, I was just fooling around.” She noticed another page at the end
with writing but he grabbed it from her this time. “Coffee?”
“Sure.”
10
THAT AFTERNOON
“Hey
boss?” Cordelia said walking downstairs. “You okay?”
“Cordelia!”
“Buffy?”
She said.
“Hi.”
She stood up and walked over to give Cordy a hug. “Good to see you.”
“Buffy?”
She said.
“Cordelia,
do you want some coffee, I’m making some.” Angel said.
“Well,
nice to see you’re dressed, what are you doing here Buffy? Or rather, who are
you doing here?”
“Relax,
no broken curses Cordelia, I just had to come.”
“I
hear congratulations are in order, when’s the big day?”
“I
don’t know yet. I’ve still yet to answer him for sure.”
“Oh,
by the way Willow’s email sounded, it sounded for sure.” Cordelia sat down.
“Well,
it was, when I told Willow, but now, it’s kind of up in the air.”
“So
when are you going back to Sunnydale?”
“I
have to tomorrow, in the morning, I have a speech to give in the evening.”
“A
speech?” Cordelia asked.
“Yes,
I graduated from college, I’m making a presentation to this group of people,
and if I do well I might have a job. I’d get to travel the world I think.”
“What
about Slaying?”
“I’ve
thought about it, but the council can just send another Slayer. And the
Initiative does take care of a good portion of the demons and bloodsuckers
so... I have to act like a human.”
“What’s
the job?”
“It’s
a public relations thing, that’s what I decided to do, I’m good at talking, and
I’m very persuasive, so I’m hoping it goes well. The firm is based out of LA
actually, but they have gatherings in Sunnydale. Most likely I’d be moved to
New York, if all goes well.”
“That’s
great Buffy, do you wear a suit and everything?”
“Yes,
very professional like, not like jeans and a sweater for demon hunting.”
“Cool,
I’d love to see that.” Cordelia said.
“Well,
actually I may have to do some gala thing here in a few weeks, if I get the
job, that’s the first project they said they’d want me to do if I do well on
this. So you may just get your chance, they handle all these artists and
things, and I’d be like a PR person for certain clients.”
“Awesome!
So what are you doing tonight?”
“I
don’t know Cordy I guess...”
“Actually,
we have plans tonight Buffy.” Angel said.
“We
do?”
“Well,
you came to LA, least you can do is let me buy you dinner.”
“Okay,
it’s a date.” Buffy said. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll
see.”
11
THAT EVENING
“Okay,
I’m back.” He said, walking to her with a bag. “Here, these are for you, go
change.”
“What?”
“Just
go put it on. Buffy...”
“What?”
“Trust
me.” He said reassuringly.
“I
do.” He got dressed while she was in the bathroom; he rented a tux and had
flowers ready for her too. He had a special evening planned, one that she had a
long time coming. “Angel?” She spoke through the door.
“Yes.”
“Are
you ready?”
“Yes,
are you?”
“Absolutely,
can I come out?”
“Yep.”
He took a deep unnecessary breath as she walked out. “You’re... you’re so
stunning.” He hadn’t been sure about the color, but it was fitting. It was
midnight blue, with sequins outlining the top of the dress, and lining the
spaghetti straps that showed off her back and tattoo. The dress accentuated her
figure, which had significantly changed, she was fuller, more defined, she had
a woman’s body now. The dress lifted her breasts up and the slit in on the side
of it showed off her marvelous legs, which were now covered, in sheer
pantyhose, with heels to match. “This is a sin.”
“What?”
“For
you to look that good Buffy.”
“Oh,
thanks, you don’t look that bad yourself.” Her hair was up in a French twist,
with ringlets on the side and her make-up was just enough. She had never really
needed make-up, she was beautiful anyway. “Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“What
are looking at?”
“An
angel.” He said. “I’m memorizing an angel, give me a minute. I want to remember
this night forever.” She walked over to him and took his hand and held it to
her cheek and kissed it.
“You
will. Now, mind telling me where we are going?”
“First,
here you are my lady.” He handed her the flowers.
“They’re
so beautiful.”
“They
pale in comparison to you Buffy. You’re more beautiful than I remember, more
feminine, older, fuller, divine.”
“Thanks.”
He looked down at her hand, and she did not have the diamond ring on, instead
she had the Claddaugh on. She must have seen what he was looking at because she
took his hand and kissed his. “I thought if only for a night, we can show what
we feel inside Angel, I belong to you.”
“And
I to you.” She smiled. “Every time I think you’re the prettiest, you go and do
something prettier.”
“It’s
a habit of mine around gorgeous 250 year old vampires.”
“Well,
I hope you don’t go around with just any 250 year old vampire.”
“Just
one in particular. I’m kind of a softy when it comes to him. But I am wondering
where he is taking me.”
“Close
your eyes.” She did and he put a blind fold over her eyes. “Too tight?”
“No,
but why?”
“It’s
a surprise.” He took her hand and led her outside. She got in the car with his
help and he drove around the block a few times, trying to throw her off until
he pulled up in front of his building. “We’re here, but keep it on until I take
it off.” He helped her out of the car and they went inside to the elevator and
went up to the roof.
“Where
are we?” He was laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“You
tell me where we are.”
“I
don’t know.”
“Yes
you do, you’ve been here before.”
“Tell
me.”
“Don’t
your slayer senses tell you anything?”
“Sorry,
mister-I’m-a-vampire-know-it-all, just tell me, and stop laughing at me.” He
stood behind her and she felt his cool tongue graze her tattoo as his hands
took the blindfold off.
She
opened her eyes and was blown away. They were surrounded in candles and white
lights. There was a table set for two with wine and a beautiful silk
tablecloth, with floating candles in a bowl in the center. She looked around
and there were flowers draped all over, surrounding candles. “It’s so beautiful
Angel.”
“Welcome
to your prom, a little belated, but I thought it would be nice.”
“It
is so thoughtful, thank you.” She turned to him and gently grazed his lips with
her own.
“Are
you hungry?”
“Oh
my god yes.”
“Good,
cause we have dinner here.”
“Great.
What’s on the menu?”
“Caesar
salad, lemon chicken with these little ball things, I don’t know what they are,
don’t ask, and for desert, strawberries and whip cream on some cake thing.”
“Strawberry
shortcake?”
“Yeah,
that’s it, you’re so smart.”
“What
can I say? Well,” she said thinking further on the choice of meat, “I knew it
wouldn’t be fish.”
“Ha
ha, I’m going to die of laughter.” He smiled as he pulled her chair out and she
sat down.
“Thank
you kind sir.”
“Your
welcome my dear.”
“Everything
looks so perfect, like a dream.” They began to eat. “Angel?”
“What?”
“Just
tell me, where are we?”
He
began to laugh again, “My office and apartment are down about five floors.”
“You
jerk, why’d we get in the car?”
“To
confuse you, and it worked.”
“Yeah
whatever.” She smiled.
They reacquainted themselves with each other over
dinner, and it soon felt like they had begun to know each other again. They
laughed and talked, and she told him about college. He told her what he had
been doing, and the trips Wesley, Cordelia and he had made to San Francisco and
Las Vegas. “Ready for the strawberry stuff?”
“Not
right now.”
“Would
you care to dance?”
“I’d
love to.”
“Please
don’t blame me for the music, Cordelia made the tape, so it’s her fault.” He
pushed play on the radio and took her hand and pulled her close.
“You
know what made me come here? I was sitting in the Bronze when our song came on,
the one we danced to at the prom and I listened to the words. ‘Wild horses,
can’t drag me away, wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them someday’ and I thought
that maybe it was time to climb back on, pardon the expression.” She blushed at
its implications.
He
didn’t want to tell her, well, he did, but he didn’t want this night to happen,
because she felt she had to. He wanted the next time he made love to her, if
there was a next time, to be perfect, right in the moment, with no baggage
between them. If that could never happen, it wouldn’t.
“Sorry,
I know that we...”
“It’s
okay Buffy, just dance with me.” He pulled her close and they swayed to the
music.
//She’s sun and rain,
she’s fire and ice
A little crazy but
it’s nice
And when she gets
mad, you best leave her alone
‘Cause she’ll rage
just like a river
Then she’ll beg you
to forgive her
She’s every woman
that I’ve ever known//
She
rested her head on his chest and soaked in the feeling of being in his arms
once again. Never had she felt truly at home unless his arms surrounded her.
//She’s so New York
and the L.A.
And every town along
the way
She’s every place
that I’ve never been
She’s making love on
rainy nights
She’s a stroll
through Christmas lights
And she’s everything
I want to do again//
He
wished he could tell her things, tell her how much he loved holding her close
to him. How badly he wanted to bury himself in her warmth, and how they could
if they wanted.
//It needs no
explanation
‘Cause it all makes
perfect sense
For when it comes
down to temptation
She’s on both sides
of the fence//
“Angel?”
“Yes?”
“Angel,”
she looked into his eyes, “I never thought it was possible to be any more in
love with you than I was, but I was wrong. The girl inside me still loves you,
but the woman inside adores you, loves you so much more completely than I ever
thought possible. I love you and if there is anyway we can make it work I think
it would be worth the effort.”
//No it needs no
explanation
‘Cause it all makes
perfect sense
For when it comes
down to temptation
She’s on both sides
of the fence//
“Angel,
say something please, don’t shut me out again. I can’t take you breaking my
heart again, I won’t let you, I can’t let you, please say something.”
//She’s anything but
typical
She’s so
unpredictable
Oh but even at her
worst she ain’t that bad
She’s as real as real
can be
And she’s every
fantasy
Lord she’s every
lover that I’ve ever had
And she’s every lover
that I’ve never had//
“Buffy,
I can’t say that I don’t want to try, this last day has been so amazing, seeing
you again, being together, making new memories, but why put ourselves through
this, if the results will be the same?”
“Let’s
just look into it, there must be a way to make me immortal.”
“Buffy,
don’t go there.”
“What?
No, not vampire immortal, but just immortal some how, or you mortal, or
half-human, there must be way. What if we exorcised the demon?”
“Then
I’d be dead. Exorcisms only work when the subject was living when inhabited by
the demon.”
“But
you were, barely but you were. It’s somewhere to start.”
“I
guess.”
“So
is that what we’re going to do? Date until we can find a way or until we’ve run
out of options?”
“If
you’re sure that’s what you want, but be sure Buffy, take some time to think
about it.”
“I
will, it’ll be all I think about. You have no idea how much I would give to
have you again Angel.”
“I
have a pretty good idea.”
“Why?”
“Cause
I’d do the same.” She smiled and rested her head on his chest. He already had
done the same; he had given up everything for that one day.
12
LATER THAT EVENING
“Well,
shall we call it a night?” He asked her, spinning her around once more.
“I
never pictured you for a waltz kind of guy.”
“Well,
like I said, there’s a lot you don’t know.”
“I’m
looking forward to learning.”
“Me
too.”
She
laughed, as he dipped her at the last beat of the song. “This day has been so
perfect, I don’t want it to end. I feel like if I close my eyes, or even blink
that it’ll all be an illusion and I’ll wake up in my bed and it’ll be as if it
never happened.”
“I
know, but you have to go early tomorrow and you have your presentation, and I
would feel horrible if you missed this job because we were dancing all night.”
He took her hand and they walked to the door, she looked back once more. All
the candles had extinguished themselves.
“This
was perfect Angel, if only for one night, it was perfect.” They walked down the
stairs slowly. “I think this is one of those memories that will be burned to
memory.”
“Indeed.”
They got to his apartment and she went to the bedroom and took off her shoes.
“Buffy, I’m going to take a shower, you can have the bed, feel free to grab a
shirt to wear if you like.”
“Okay.”
She slowly got undressed as she heard the shower start. She walked over to the
dresser and looked at the pictures there, mostly of Cordelia, but there were
some of her, and Wesley, and of Doyle.
She
didn’t know it, but he was looking at her. She was standing naked in front of
his dresser, looking at the pictures. Her curves were even more outstanding
now, than when they were clothed. She had certainly matured, grown up, her hips
were a little wider, like a woman’s, she had put on a little weight since he’d
last really seen her, and she wore it well. Her legs and arms more defined,
with some muscle to them. Her muscles were perfectly toned, he could tell just
watching her. She was perfectly tanned, all over; she probably went to the
salon for that. She reached back and let her hair down and it cascade down her
back and she shook her head to let it loose.
He
had to get into the shower, a cold one, quickly.
She
smiled at his naive behavior, like he thought she didn’t know he was there.
Like she hadn’t already thought of a way to get into the bathroom while he was
there. She took a silk shirt of his and put it on, it covered her to her
thighs.
“Angel?”
She knocked on the door.
“Yes?”
“Can
I come in? I have to pee, and I want to get this make up off my face.”
“Sure.”
She went in. “I am still amazed that you managed to put on make-up perfectly
with no mirrors.”
“Well,
not that you’d ever opened up women’s make-up jars, but most have tiny little
mirrors included, instant bathroom.”
“Oh,
nifty.”
“Nifty?”
She giggled.
“What’s
so funny Ms. Summers?”
“Just
that word.” She smiled turning to the sink, away from the shower.
He
peeked out at her; she was at the sink leaning over it, so the water would fall
into the sink. She was so beautiful. He let the water wash over him and he
closed his eyes imagining her hands. It was a minute before he realized that it
was.
“Buffy...”
“Shh...
it’s okay. We won’t... you know... but I can get your back for you.”
“Buffy,
it’s not a good idea.” She climbed in behind him, shirt still on. “Buffy...”
She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself
into his back. She felt so good against him. “Buffy... it’s not a good idea...”
“I
know, we’d just want more than we can have, but I don’t want you to go changing
your mind on me either, so here’s something to remember me by.” She turned him
around and pulled his lips to her mouth and crunched herself against him. She
pulled back and climbed out. “You know Angel, the last time we were together, I
was a child, I’d never been with a man before, and I think you’ll find that the
next time we meet, that you’ve never been with a woman.” She touched his nose
softly and went back to the bedroom.
He
smiled and finished his shower; he certainly needed it now.
She
chose another shirt and slipped it on and slipped under the covers, they were
so warm. She lay with her hair draped over the pillows and waited for him. He
came out wrapped in a towel. “I forgot my shorts.”
“It’s
not like I haven’t seen you naked before Angel. And it’s not like I wouldn’t
mind seeing you again.” She smirked as he put some boxers on.
“Buffy...”
“I
know, you don’t know what to do with me. Last time we were together, I didn’t
know what to do, or where to put my hands, or what would make me feel good, or
what would please you...”
“Buffy,
apparently you did indeed know how to make me happy.” She smiled.
“I
guess I did.”
“I
said things Buffy,” he sat down, “He said things to you that morning that
weren’t true. I wanted you to know that.”
“Like
what?”
“Like
I said, he said that it wasn’t like he’d never been there before, but I hadn’t.
I’ve been with lot of women, but never felt that much passion and intensity
before. I’ve never been with anyone who made me feel as alive as you did. I’ve
never felt so completely in tune with someone, never felt the magic that we
exchanged, ever before.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“You
know what I remember most?” She asked motioning for him to join her.
“What?”
“Well,
beside everything physical, but the feeling of being home, of being safe. I’ve
never felt so safe and at peace, than when I’m with you Angel, and we’ve only
been together once, but whenever I’m around you, I just feel like I’m home.”
“I
know the feeling. I love you Buffy and no matter what happens, I want you to
know that.”
“I
do, I finally do.” They fell asleep holding each other once again.