AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Buffy takes comfort in Angel's arms, as usual
SPOILER: Consequences
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =) http://planetslaythis.homestead.com
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-14
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)
If circumstances had been different, Buffy would've smiled. It was so cute the way she and Angel adapted all these unspoken rituals of dating. It was like the underground dating world or something. She'd been going to his lair at night for weeks now, but the past few it had been more of an escape than a joy trip. She tiptoed through the always-open door and saw Angel meditating on the floor. She sat down in front of the fireplace, enjoying the warmth, waiting for him to finish.
"You didn't have to wait for me," he said awhile later as he crawled over to her.
She buried her face in his chest and started to sob. "I need you to hold me."
"Of course," he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her hair while she cried.
"Giles said that if we ever find her, he doesn't know if he should ship her off to England or not."
"I would be of that mind myself. I don't know who she might hurt on the way."
"Angel."
"I'm sorry Buffy, but she's changed. Before.....she was this....well, she was a--"
"Kill-happy Slayer who loved the Craft. Maybe she loved it too much. I can't be sure. She's always been wild, but now....she was like an animal who'd just broken out after being caged for ten years."
"More like twenty."
Buffy reached up and planted a short, sweet kiss on Angel's lips. "We've gotta find her."
"What can I do?"
"Be patient, I guess. My best bet is to get to the ferry before her this morning. I've got a feeling she's gonna try to skip town."
"That makes sense. Won't the Watcher's Council just find her?"
"I don't know. Giles didn't say. What do you think they'd do to her?"
"Lock her up?"
Buffy shuddered. "I can't picture her like that. You know, she made me realize what it was like to embrace the Slaying, but I can't be like her."
"You never were. You never could be."
"What do you mean?"
He looked deep into her eyes. "Buffy, this entire time, you've been worried about Alan the asshole--"
"Angel....."
"Anyone who would help out Trick is an asshole. He tried to kill you Buffy."
"Yeah, and Faith killed him. End of story."
"Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, you never worried about your own butt this whole time."
"You really do know what's going on."
"Just because it's daylight doesn't mean I can't see you."
"That was corny."
He laughed. "I know."
"I'm not sure I ever saw that before."
"What?"
"You laughing. When you weren't Angelus, I mean."
"I'm not Angelus. Not anymore. Never again."
She touched his chest. "I'm not sure about that. This is killing me."
"Me too."
She pushed him on his back and straddled him. "It's hard to stop when you're playing...." she ran her nails down his chest.
He rolled out from under her and sat up. "And that's why we're not going to start. I don't wanna ever be like that again, Buffy."
"I'm going to end that damned curse if it kills me."
"I love you for wanting to try."
She laid down on the floor next to him and he brushed the hair off of her forehead. He leaned down for one short, sweet kiss and then pulled away. "You should go home."
"You tryin' to get rid of me?"
"It's for the best."
"I'll just stay the night in your arms," she whispered. He laid down next to her and she laid her head on his chest, wishing she could go back in time three days.
