A/N: I own nothing except my own thoughts. I'll be vacationing so I won't be near my story for a week or two. Enjoy and please review. I can't become a better writer if you don't say what I'm doing right or wrong. And it'll make my life brighter.

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Angel stood in the lobby and watched Catherine disappear.

"This is all my fault," Connor said quietly. Angel turned his gaze towards his son, not knowing what to say.

"If I hadn't waited so long to give her that ring or hadn't frozen up when she told me she loved me, this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't have been so preoccupied that something could have taken her." Tears began to fall from the young man's eyes. Gunn reached up and put a hand on Connor's shoulders.

"It's not your fault man. You didn't know this could happen. No one ever really knows what could happen. Dawn knows you love her. I know you'll bring her back," Gunn said. Angel still remained standing, a question playing in his mind.

"What ring? Were you planning on proposing to her, Connor?" Angel asked a little sternly. Connor glanced up at him with a mixture of guilt and fury. Catherine quickly reappeared at the sound of Angel's voice and motioned for him to come upstairs. Angel followed her into his room where she closed the door behind them and then unleashed her fury.

"His girlfriend has been kidnapped and God knows what is happening to her, and you're going to bring up petty shit? Yes, you're son bought the woman he loves an engagement ring. Big fuckin deal," Catherine hissed under her breath.

"So you knew? It's nice to know what the hell is going on in my own home. I don't want them rushing into something and regretting it later."

"It's their decision to make. This isn't about you Angel. Quit trying to rectify your life through your son."

"You think that this is what it's all about for me? That somehow this is all part of the great 'Buffy/Angel' saga?" Angel snapped at her.

"Isn't it?" Catherine said glaring back, placing her hands on her hips.

"Don't you know I think about everyone I've given up? I wish I could take it back everyday."

"I'm not blaming you Angel. You need to quit blaming yourself. You weren't the only person in a relationship."

"I don't blame Buffy for moving on without me. I know I left her behind to many times for her to trust me again," Angel said firmly, crossing his arms across his chest.

"If she loved you so much, why'd she let you walk away? She could've come back to you after the Hellmouth imploded. She had more than one opportunity to make you stay. If you two really loved each other, you wouldn't have been able to leave each other like that," Catherine said her voice rising slightly. Angel turned and slammed his hand against the wall in anger at Catherine's words.

"I loved her. I died for her, gave up everything for her."

"Yes, you loved her. But nobody said you were destined for each other. You guys just decided that, instead of realizing exactly what you were to one another."

"And what would that be?"

"You made her realize that despite being a slayer, she could be loved and you gave her strength till she could stand and fight on her own. She made you realize that you were worthy and deserving of being loved. That you could matter," Catherine replied, calming her voice down to a normal pitch. Angel could still hear her blood rushing from the adrenaline caused by the argument. She always loved a good fight, he thought while letting the logic of her last little speech sink in.

"I left you too, Caty. I walked away from you when you needed me most. That makes me deserving of being loved?" He asked in a weakened tone.

"When did you walk away from me? You couldn't exactly help it you know, since first you were turned into a vampire and then later you thought I was dead. I don't blame you for moving on."

"I left you before that Caty. When you started changing, I left you behind. I decided to not love you anymore because you changed. I'm such a champion."

"You didn't know and you were different then. I forgave you, you should do the same 'cause I'm sick of discussing your past mistakes all the damn time. Honestly, you can be so damn infuriating. Besides, it's not like you really loved me."

"You don't think I really loved you?" His eyes holding a look of being a little lost. He sounded so small just then, causing Catherine to soften a little. Catherine felt her face flush. No one loved her like that. She wasn't the type of girl guys thought about that way. That was a fact that had never changed over the course of a century. She bit her lip and just shook her head no.

"I only moved on to a woman who reminded me of you in almost every single way. I tried to make up for my mistakes with you through her. I loved you for so long that I couldn't stop. All I could do was make myself forget you and pretend Buffy was you."

"That was years ago and you learned the difference."

"You think so?" Angel questioned licking his lips, his eyes starting to burn into hers. Catherine stared right back into his, not backing down to the challenge.

"I know so."

Angel grabbed Catherine by the tops of her arms and pulled her roughly to him. Before she could say anything, Angel's mouth was on hers in a bruising kiss. Catherine struggled for a second before she gave herself over and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Angel's hands moved around to her back, pulling her in closer. He could feel Catherine's heart beating rapidly in her chest as she kissed him deeper, letting her fingers become entwined in his dark hair. They poured all the unrequited love and longing that had been pent up for over 100 years into that kiss. Catherine reluctantly pulled away, desperately needing air. Catherine's face felt warm and her likes were wobbly. She soon realized that Angel was holding her up. Catherine looked into his dark eyes and saw them smoldering deep within.

"I never stopped loving you Caty," he said in a low voice that purred in his throat.

Catherine felt the shiver run up her spine at his voice. Catherine pulled his mouth back down to hers. It started of slow, Angle placing soft kisses on her lips then it became quickly more intense. Angel thrust his tongue into her mouth causing Catherine to moan into him. That was all the encouragement he needed. Catherine whimpered as Angel pulled his body slightly away from her only to see him grab the front of her blouse and rip the front up open. She heard the buttons scatter around the room as he pulled the rest of the garment off her. She quickly caught the hunger set in his eyes, now tinted with a slight gold color, before he pulled her roughly back to him and assaulted her mouth once more. Catherine lowered her hands to his waist and guided him backwards to the bed. The back of Angel's legs hit the edge of the bed and caused him to sit. Catherine wasted no time in straddling herself in his lap. Catherine took the second of separation to remove Angel of his shirt. Angel let one hand run up and down her back while the other was tangled in her hair at the base of her neck. Angel began trailing his tongue down the left side of her neck searching for his mark. Upon finding it, he dragged his tongue slowly across it, eliciting soft moans from Catherine as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. That's when Angel clamped his mouth down on her, worrying her scar with his human teeth. Catherine squealed in pleasure, grinding herself further into his lap while pushing his face harder into her neck. Angel groaned into her throat, smelling her arousal more and more. Angel stopped and started his way down the front of her, dipping his tongue into the valley between her breasts.

"Oh God Angel," she panted out. She writhed harder against him. Her breathing was getting more erratic, he could feel how wet she was. Angel lifted his head and leaned into her ear, whispering and nibbling at the same time.

"I want you so much Caty. I want to fuck you so badly. But we've got to stop."

"I know," she choked out. Catherine slowed her movements and Angel pulled a little back from her. His hands were still at her back, holding her up in a sitting position. Catherine slowed her breathing and opened her eyes catching Angel in a heated and gentle gaze. She ran her fingers softly through his hair while he tickled her back.

"We waited a hundred plus years. What's a few more hours?" Catherine said, smiling softly. Angel smiled and leaned in placing his forehead against hers.

A knock at the bedroom door caused them both to jump. Gunn's voice came into the room through the other side.

"You guys okay?" Gunn asked.

"We're fine. Just discussing some things. Be down in a second," Angel answered back. Angel waited till he heard Gunn down the hall before lifting Catherine off his lap. Catherine let her feet hit the ground and stepped back. Angel stared at her, taking the view of her standing in nothing but her bra and skirt and putting into a permanent memory. Catherine started shifting nervously under his gaze. She felt herself getting warm seeing the desire lingering in his eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he smirked, "Just, you're starting to smell really good again."

Catherine gave a look of both shook and humor as she slapped his arm, causing Angel to grin wildly.

"Pig. Get downstairs so I can change and get myself together." Catherine moved towards her dresser. Angel picked up his shirt and put it back on before heading to the door. She spoke again as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Angel, I still think you need to back off Connor and Dawn. Let them live their own life," her voice serious.

"I know," was all he said as he walked out the door.