A/N: I'm really sorry that I haven't written for ages.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon
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Angel sat there in complete and utter shock. He didn't know what to do. If he called off the holiday, which seemed sensible, then he may never have another chance to get close to her in the way that he would do if he went. He loved Buffy so much, that every day his heart yearned for him to be near her, and to hold her. She was so small and powerful. He loved the way that she always smelled of her vanilla perfume in the mornings, and when she was going out in the evenings. He loved that her hair always smelled of lavender, so smooth and silky. 'Who am I trying to kid?' he thought. 'I need to talk to her and tell her what happened'.
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"Hello Angel." said Joyce warmly as she opened the door. She smiled. "I suppose you'll be wanting to speak to Buffy."
"Yeah, I did." replied Angel. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Of course." said Joyce stepping aside from the door. "Buffy!" she yelled up the stairs. "Angel's here." With that, a small petite bomb came racing down the stairs.
"Hi." she said shyly.
"Hi." said Angel.
"I'll leave you two alone." Joyce said. "Would you like a drink?" she asked Angel.
"No thanks." Angel replied solemnly. Buffy looked at him questioningly.
"How can I tell that you don't bring good news?" she asked cautiously.
"Buffy…" Angel began
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." said Joyce gesturing towards the living room. "Why don't you two go and sit down."
"We have a problem." Angel said as soon as Joyce was out of earshot. He proceeded to explain all about Drusilla and Spike paying him an unexpected visit. Buffy sat in silence until Angel had finished his tale. "So you see, I fear that we'll have to cancel the holiday, because someone needs to watch Spike and make sure that he doesn't rampage the town ona bloody massacre or something." Buffy flinched.
"Well, there seems to be only one option." she said, as she took his hand. "He can come with us."
Angel dropped her hand, and his mouth in shock. "What?" he asked incredulously.
"He can come with us, and Drusilla can take her holiday. I can watch him, and make sure that he doesn't get into any trouble, and we also get our holiday together!" she explained.
"Are you sure?" asked Angel, still dazed.
"Well, it's not exactly as I planned, but I suppose I can manage." She looked at his expression and laughed. "Don't look so amazed."
Angel looked at her and picked up her hand, planting a kiss on it. "You truly are an amazing person." Buffy blushed. "I love you," he said.
"And I you." she replied.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon
***
Angel sat there in complete and utter shock. He didn't know what to do. If he called off the holiday, which seemed sensible, then he may never have another chance to get close to her in the way that he would do if he went. He loved Buffy so much, that every day his heart yearned for him to be near her, and to hold her. She was so small and powerful. He loved the way that she always smelled of her vanilla perfume in the mornings, and when she was going out in the evenings. He loved that her hair always smelled of lavender, so smooth and silky. 'Who am I trying to kid?' he thought. 'I need to talk to her and tell her what happened'.
***
"Hello Angel." said Joyce warmly as she opened the door. She smiled. "I suppose you'll be wanting to speak to Buffy."
"Yeah, I did." replied Angel. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Of course." said Joyce stepping aside from the door. "Buffy!" she yelled up the stairs. "Angel's here." With that, a small petite bomb came racing down the stairs.
"Hi." she said shyly.
"Hi." said Angel.
"I'll leave you two alone." Joyce said. "Would you like a drink?" she asked Angel.
"No thanks." Angel replied solemnly. Buffy looked at him questioningly.
"How can I tell that you don't bring good news?" she asked cautiously.
"Buffy…" Angel began
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." said Joyce gesturing towards the living room. "Why don't you two go and sit down."
"We have a problem." Angel said as soon as Joyce was out of earshot. He proceeded to explain all about Drusilla and Spike paying him an unexpected visit. Buffy sat in silence until Angel had finished his tale. "So you see, I fear that we'll have to cancel the holiday, because someone needs to watch Spike and make sure that he doesn't rampage the town ona bloody massacre or something." Buffy flinched.
"Well, there seems to be only one option." she said, as she took his hand. "He can come with us."
Angel dropped her hand, and his mouth in shock. "What?" he asked incredulously.
"He can come with us, and Drusilla can take her holiday. I can watch him, and make sure that he doesn't get into any trouble, and we also get our holiday together!" she explained.
"Are you sure?" asked Angel, still dazed.
"Well, it's not exactly as I planned, but I suppose I can manage." She looked at his expression and laughed. "Don't look so amazed."
Angel looked at her and picked up her hand, planting a kiss on it. "You truly are an amazing person." Buffy blushed. "I love you," he said.
"And I you." she replied.