Title: I'll Cover You
Author: PNS*
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive descriptions.
Summary: Rain of Fire. The Last few moments.
Her hand held him around the neck, her eyes gazing up through the dark and streaky windows. She saw the bright flashes of fire, the heralds of the end. She tried to keep herself there, in the moment, but her mind kept leaping.* Where is Angel? Is he alright?*Real. This was supposed to be real.
His hands were shaky as they roved over her skin, rough hands, young and strong. They craved what she was trying to give him. A reality he could feel while the world around them fell. It was strange, but something she didn't know,-was that the rain of fire was home to him. He was raised in hell, it was all he had ever known, that was why this happiness was so alien to him. *I'm here. She's here. With me. Does she care what I've done? Who I am? Is she scared? For herself? For me? For both of us? I'm not afraid. *
He moaned under her guidance, the cotton flooding between them, twisting around them, wrapping them in mortal comforts, but it was nothing that they noticed. She arched under him, tears in her eyes, not for pain, not for pleasure. The tears were for something that would never be. This was the end. Fire. Then he spoke.
"I don't want to die." His head sunk into the grooves of her neck. She felt torn to the point of disgust. This couldn't break. They couldn't break.
"We're together," she whispered, prodding him up, keeping the connection. Something groaned on the roof above them. The building might not make it through.
*Will Angel be mad with me? All I ever wanted was his love. Now I stole his love* Their lips touched, as fiery as the world around them. They were burning up. The calm acceptance of what would come filtered into their souls.
*Come what may, at least we have each other.* He paused, to look her in the eye, reaffirming that there was no where else in the world she would rather be in the end. She pressed closer to him in response, burying her fears under the covers.
Author: PNS*
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive descriptions.
Summary: Rain of Fire. The Last few moments.
Her hand held him around the neck, her eyes gazing up through the dark and streaky windows. She saw the bright flashes of fire, the heralds of the end. She tried to keep herself there, in the moment, but her mind kept leaping.* Where is Angel? Is he alright?*Real. This was supposed to be real.
His hands were shaky as they roved over her skin, rough hands, young and strong. They craved what she was trying to give him. A reality he could feel while the world around them fell. It was strange, but something she didn't know,-was that the rain of fire was home to him. He was raised in hell, it was all he had ever known, that was why this happiness was so alien to him. *I'm here. She's here. With me. Does she care what I've done? Who I am? Is she scared? For herself? For me? For both of us? I'm not afraid. *
He moaned under her guidance, the cotton flooding between them, twisting around them, wrapping them in mortal comforts, but it was nothing that they noticed. She arched under him, tears in her eyes, not for pain, not for pleasure. The tears were for something that would never be. This was the end. Fire. Then he spoke.
"I don't want to die." His head sunk into the grooves of her neck. She felt torn to the point of disgust. This couldn't break. They couldn't break.
"We're together," she whispered, prodding him up, keeping the connection. Something groaned on the roof above them. The building might not make it through.
*Will Angel be mad with me? All I ever wanted was his love. Now I stole his love* Their lips touched, as fiery as the world around them. They were burning up. The calm acceptance of what would come filtered into their souls.
*Come what may, at least we have each other.* He paused, to look her in the eye, reaffirming that there was no where else in the world she would rather be in the end. She pressed closer to him in response, burying her fears under the covers.