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Finished: March 23, 2001
~~ The Aftermath ~~
We arrive back at Angel's apartment and he bandages up my hand for me. Patching each other up is sort of our tradition after a fight. He's got a couple bruises, but thankfully that's all.
"Are you sure you're not hurt?" I ask for about the millionth time tonight. "Because internal bleeding can just pop up--"
"Buffy, I'm fine," he insists. "I'm more worried about you."
"I'll heal quickly," I reply. "A couple of days and you won't be able to tell I was cut."
"You should get stitches." he says.
I interrupt him with a soft kiss. "I'll be fine," I say. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again. He places his hands on my hips and lightly runs his fingers up and down my sides, making my skin tingle under his gentle caress.
A quiet knock at the door interrupts us and I sigh angrily; actually it's more of a growl, which makes Angel laugh. The gang better hope that it's apocalypse-y stuff or I'll open a can of Slayer-whoopass. They know how much Angel and I hate being interrupted when we're alone.
"Buffy, I have to answer the door," Angel laughs as he tries to pull my arms from around his neck, but I'm too strong for him. He drags me over to the door, grinning down at me the whole time. He loves attention.
"It's probably just one of the gang." I pout, still keeping my arms locked around his neck. I'm not about to let go of him just because Giles wants to know how the slaying went, or that Willow finally figured out that "ball of sunshine" spell. It's not that I don't care, but it can wait until tomorrow.
I admit defeat, knowing full well how stubborn Angel can be, and lean against the wall beside the door pouting.
Angel opens the door after giving me an award-winning smile, melting my tough exterior into a pile of goo. Damn him!
It's Willow. "Please don't be mad at me but I have a note for Buffy." She hands me an envelope and says a quick goodbye.
I open the letter as Angel closes the door. "Who's it from?"
"Riley," I say absentmindedly as I walk to the couch. I sit down and read it over in my mind.
*Dear Buffy,
I'm sorry, again, for what I said to you. I had no right and I know that a letter is the worst way to say sorry and goodbye, but by the time you read this, I'll be on a plane heading to Europe. I'm leaving Sunnydale tonight to clean out another demon nest in Scotland and I probably won't be coming back so I wanted to say goodbye and good luck in life. I know Angel will treat you well. Riley.*
"So, is he apologizing yet again?" Angel asks when I fold the letter and put it in my pocket.
"Yup, that's what, twice in one day?" I note. "You should learn a thing or two from him, Angel."
"And what do I have to apologize for?" he asks.
"Nothing...yet," I say smirking. "But one day you just might have to, and I'll be expecting candy, or roses, or a crossbow...you know, something that says 'I love you'."
"I say it everyday, Buffy." he grins.
"Okay, so I'm shallow and I want proof." I say giving him an innocent smile.
"What about the Claddaugh ring?" he asks, the grin fading from his face. Pulling the guilt trip again, Angel? Touché!
"Well, I love it, Angel," I reply standing up and smiling at him from across the room. "It's beautiful and it means a lot to me. But you can't give me one every time you apologize or I'll have so many that I won't know what to do with them."
His smile returns to his face as he walks over to where I'm standing and wraps his arms around my waist. "You're so certain that I'm going to be making mistakes, but what about you?" he asks. "What do I get when you apologize to me?"
I grin slyly and look up at him. "Oh, I'll think of something." I say.
He places light kisses on my neck and I wrap my arms around his neck as he moves his kisses to my lips. I catch a glance at my watch. It's nearly midnight.
"Angel, I should probably get home," I say, pulling slightly away from him. "I've hardly been home all week, my mom will go ballistic. Plus, I've got school tomorrow."
"Okay," he says, showing the disappointment in his voice. "Can I at least drive you home?"
"Sure," I reply with a smile. "If you really want to."
We arrive at my house almost fifteen minutes later, having to had stop to kill a vampire determined to make a name for himself by killing a Slayer. We laugh as we pull into my driveway as we talk about how the vamp had chased after Angel's car yelling threats and taunting us.
I lean over and kiss Angel goodnight. Taking my keys out of my jacket pocket, I walk to the door and wave to Angel as I enter the house. I lean against the closed door with a sigh. It's been the most wonderful week of my life and I know I know it will only get better from now on with Angel by my side.
Finished: March 23, 2001
~~ The Aftermath ~~
We arrive back at Angel's apartment and he bandages up my hand for me. Patching each other up is sort of our tradition after a fight. He's got a couple bruises, but thankfully that's all.
"Are you sure you're not hurt?" I ask for about the millionth time tonight. "Because internal bleeding can just pop up--"
"Buffy, I'm fine," he insists. "I'm more worried about you."
"I'll heal quickly," I reply. "A couple of days and you won't be able to tell I was cut."
"You should get stitches." he says.
I interrupt him with a soft kiss. "I'll be fine," I say. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again. He places his hands on my hips and lightly runs his fingers up and down my sides, making my skin tingle under his gentle caress.
A quiet knock at the door interrupts us and I sigh angrily; actually it's more of a growl, which makes Angel laugh. The gang better hope that it's apocalypse-y stuff or I'll open a can of Slayer-whoopass. They know how much Angel and I hate being interrupted when we're alone.
"Buffy, I have to answer the door," Angel laughs as he tries to pull my arms from around his neck, but I'm too strong for him. He drags me over to the door, grinning down at me the whole time. He loves attention.
"It's probably just one of the gang." I pout, still keeping my arms locked around his neck. I'm not about to let go of him just because Giles wants to know how the slaying went, or that Willow finally figured out that "ball of sunshine" spell. It's not that I don't care, but it can wait until tomorrow.
I admit defeat, knowing full well how stubborn Angel can be, and lean against the wall beside the door pouting.
Angel opens the door after giving me an award-winning smile, melting my tough exterior into a pile of goo. Damn him!
It's Willow. "Please don't be mad at me but I have a note for Buffy." She hands me an envelope and says a quick goodbye.
I open the letter as Angel closes the door. "Who's it from?"
"Riley," I say absentmindedly as I walk to the couch. I sit down and read it over in my mind.
*Dear Buffy,
I'm sorry, again, for what I said to you. I had no right and I know that a letter is the worst way to say sorry and goodbye, but by the time you read this, I'll be on a plane heading to Europe. I'm leaving Sunnydale tonight to clean out another demon nest in Scotland and I probably won't be coming back so I wanted to say goodbye and good luck in life. I know Angel will treat you well. Riley.*
"So, is he apologizing yet again?" Angel asks when I fold the letter and put it in my pocket.
"Yup, that's what, twice in one day?" I note. "You should learn a thing or two from him, Angel."
"And what do I have to apologize for?" he asks.
"Nothing...yet," I say smirking. "But one day you just might have to, and I'll be expecting candy, or roses, or a crossbow...you know, something that says 'I love you'."
"I say it everyday, Buffy." he grins.
"Okay, so I'm shallow and I want proof." I say giving him an innocent smile.
"What about the Claddaugh ring?" he asks, the grin fading from his face. Pulling the guilt trip again, Angel? Touché!
"Well, I love it, Angel," I reply standing up and smiling at him from across the room. "It's beautiful and it means a lot to me. But you can't give me one every time you apologize or I'll have so many that I won't know what to do with them."
His smile returns to his face as he walks over to where I'm standing and wraps his arms around my waist. "You're so certain that I'm going to be making mistakes, but what about you?" he asks. "What do I get when you apologize to me?"
I grin slyly and look up at him. "Oh, I'll think of something." I say.
He places light kisses on my neck and I wrap my arms around his neck as he moves his kisses to my lips. I catch a glance at my watch. It's nearly midnight.
"Angel, I should probably get home," I say, pulling slightly away from him. "I've hardly been home all week, my mom will go ballistic. Plus, I've got school tomorrow."
"Okay," he says, showing the disappointment in his voice. "Can I at least drive you home?"
"Sure," I reply with a smile. "If you really want to."
We arrive at my house almost fifteen minutes later, having to had stop to kill a vampire determined to make a name for himself by killing a Slayer. We laugh as we pull into my driveway as we talk about how the vamp had chased after Angel's car yelling threats and taunting us.
I lean over and kiss Angel goodnight. Taking my keys out of my jacket pocket, I walk to the door and wave to Angel as I enter the house. I lean against the closed door with a sigh. It's been the most wonderful week of my life and I know I know it will only get better from now on with Angel by my side.