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DISCLAIMER: No own, no nothing, no sue.
SUMMARY: Futurefic. B/A. They're having breakfast when a sudden confession comes
forth
WORDCOUNT: 684
PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE
by Leni
They had decided to take it slowly this time.
Sometimes it looked like there was too much between them. Other days they acted like
strangers meeting by chance. Too many years had passed, and both of them had to work
constantly on the bridges that would – if they were lucky enough – bring them
together.
Their friends observed from afar. Some were amused, some grumbled when they held hands,
most of them didn’t even understand that their past story meant too much to let it
go. But what they all had in common was that breath of relief when the curse held.
Of course, that was one of those things they didn't really mention anymore. At first it
had been a constant in their thoughts, but as weeks - then months - passed, they decided
they had been conceded a reprieve. Then they promptly decided to make the best out of it.
That day, for example, had begun as one of the best days in their new reunion.
He was staying at her place this time. One little apartment in London, her chosen
residence when she wasn’t needed anywhere else. It was sun-proofed, she never knew
when he might come back and they’d learned – in the hard way – that
surprises and open windows weren’t healthy for the vampire half of a couple.
He actually liked spending their time together in her little niche. Especially because her
bed wasn’t as comfortable as his. He liked reminding her of that fact throughout the
night, and he liked laughing every time she pointed out that he could sleep on the carpet
if hadn’t enough space. Because then he could always show her how to spare precious
space, that was actually the only reason why they hadn’t got ridden of the small bed.
They also had a structure for their mornings. She’d get up first for her early
exercises, making enough noise to make Angel crack one eye open and then the other. The
silly smile as they said good morning had somehow crept upon their routine. It was after
one of those smiles that it happened.
"I’m hungry," he said as he nuzzled her neck.
"Run out of blood. Blame Spike."
"I’ll take anything."
"You’ve just woken up and you already want me to cook?"
He nodded.
"Believe me, you don’t." Buffy laughed. "Can’t you wait until I
can go to the butcher’s?"
He shook his head and pecked her lips playfully. "Please, for me?" Buffy could
count the times he'd tried to make puppy eyes in one hand. The worst was that, as silly as
he looked, it still worked. "Call it a whim." Indeed, it was a whim. He
didn’t particularly like food, but the thought of Buffy making it for him changed the
whole concept of it.
She laughed again as she went to the kitchen. Angel trailed after her as she muttered
under her breath. Of course, he heard her perfectly and he knew that she realised that. He
smirked at her words.
"Coffee. I could make coffee. With lots of sugar so he’ll never ask
again..."
"You don’t want me on a sugar high." He chuckled then teased her. "Too
much energy to spend. Or is that your plan, love?"
"Fruit salad." she continued, acting as if she hadn’t heard him.
"Peeled fruit with no sugar. Some apples and bananas and I think I have a watermelon
in there."
"You’d peel a watermelon just for me?"
She sighed loudly. "Sandwiches. Yeah, that’s it. Some bread and there’s
some—"
"I’d like mine with—"
"Okay," she answered impatiently. "Peanut butter and chocolate order for
the vampire with the healthy appetite, how can you even eat that?"
Angel blinked. He had been about to ask her for cheese. He was fond of its texture. Peanut
butter and chocolate? He hadn’t tried that combination since---
"Buffy?"
"Hm?"
"Why would I eat that?"
"Why?" she turned around to face him. "Maybe because that’s all
you’d eat when... oh." She paled.
He wished he could.
She tried a smile. "You also look really good under the sunlight?"
The End
01/03/04
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