"Oh. My. God." Buffy gasped upon being faced with her 16 year old self, sopping wet being cradled by Angel.
They were in his old apartment underground, the decoration was minimalist and sparse. A few dressers with random bottles of cologne or hair gel and in the corner a double bed. The sheets were a deep red and thick, hugging your body as soon as you got in. It smelled like Angel, laundry detergent with a hint of men's deodorant.
"I love you." Past Angel croaked and the pair began confessing their confusing feelings for each other.
Soon they began kissing, soft and gentle like all of Angel's kisses. Future Buffy turned away as it spiralled into a tangle of sheets and straddling.
"Ugh." She shuddered. "First time's always a bitch but watching it on replay is...wow."
In Spike's mind...
They were in the abandoned factory, Spike and Dru, arguing about something, though Spike instantly caved apologising to his lover.
"Jeez I never cave like that to Buffy." Present day Spike chuckled.
Drusilla then bent at the knees in pain and Spike gravitated towards her straightening her up and sitting her down. Drusilla caressed his face gently and he reached up and kissed her, quickly yet passionately.
Spike began bellowing at one of his vampire servants until Drusilla stopped him, bent over her tarot cards telling him they were missing something. Spike pulled her to her feet and danced with her before sweeping her up into his arms and spinning her round and round while she giggled.
"I'll dance with you on the Slayer's grave." His past self laughed.
"I really was in love with that crazy bitch." Spike remarked.
