Peanut
Butter and Chocolate.
Angel nuzzled her neck. "I'm
hungry," he confessed.
"You don't want me to cook." Buffy laughed. "I'll just go to the butcher's."
"Please, for me?" It was a whim. He didn't particularly like food, but Buffy making it for him changed the whole concept.
"Right." She rolled her eyes. "Sandwiches?"
"I'd like mine with—"
"Peanut butter and chocolate, I know."
Angel blinked. He'd wanted cheese. He was fond of its texture. "Peanut butter and chocolate?" he echoed. He hadn't tried that combination since---
Buffy suddenly paled.
Silence.
"Buffy?"
She tried to smile. "You also look good under the sunlight?"
