Surprise
By: ~*Rachel*~
Disclaimer: Do I own them? Nope. None of these characters belong to me. I'm not making money off the them, blah, blah, blah. Do you really think I would put B/A thru all of this and have Buffy sleeping with Riley? YUK!
Rating: I dunno. PG I guess. Nothin' really big but smoochies
Summary: What if Angel hadn't lost his soul @ the end of "Surprise"? (It's what we all wish and want) But instead, something else happens?
Spoilers: the episode "Surprise" and some eps after that. It all depends on how far I take this. You'll recognize the last few minutes of the ep in here
Distribution: Just tell me first please!
Feedback? G Does Angel look hott wearing leather pants?
And this is my first fan fic, so please be kind!
Narrowly escaping death with the Judge, Buffy and Angel ran and jumped through a hole, landing in the sewer system. Both of them silently trudged through the muck and garbage. Together, they ran through a tall steel door, closing it behind them and just barely escaping two of Dru's minions.
"We have to get out of here," Buffy whispered, still listening for any vamps outside the door.
Angel nodded and pointed up to a ladder that would lead to the surface. "Go," he said.
When Buffy pushed the manhole cover out of the way, she was driven back by the pounding pellets of rain. By the time Angel had climbed out behind her, Buffy was already soaked to the bone. "Come on." He shouted to her over the roaring thunder. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her towards him. "We have to get inside."
Within minutes, Buffy and Angel reached his apartment. After opening the door, Angel let her in first. Pulling off his soaking duster and throwing it to the side, he faced her. Noticing that she was shivering, he rubbed her arms. "You're shaking like a leaf."
"C-c-cold." Buffy muttered, nodding as best she could.
"Let me get you something." Angel walked over to his dresser and pulled out a few sweats. He handed them to Buffy saying, "Put these on and get under the covers. Just to warm up."
Buffy walked over to Angel's bed and slowly sat down on the scarlet-red silk sheets. She heard the thunder rumble in the distance and saw lightening flash from the window. Buffy felt Angel's eyes staring at her and self-consciously looked up at him. "Sorry," Angel said, realizing that he was staring at her, and turned around. As she pulled off the dripping cardigan of her two-piece, Buffy winced, feeling a burn run across her shoulder. "What?" He asked, hearing her. Is she hurt? He asked.
"Oh, um....I just have a-a cut or something." She said, as she finished taking off her top piece.
"Can I...let me see."
"Okay," Buffy replied delicately. She pulled the pink sweater over her front so she was covered.
Angel's fingers touched her shoulder and traveled up her back. He pushed the spaghetti-strap of her top aside, gently inspecting her cut. "It's already closed." He replied roughly, as if unused to using his voice. "You're fine." Buffy moved her shoulder around and took in a wobbly breath of air. She could feel Angel so close to her: so near. She felt him continue lowering her shirt strap; his fingers running down her arms sent sparks of want up and down her spine.
For a second neither of them moved. Buffy's mind was reeling from the effects of touching the Judge-even for an instant. As she leaned back into his embrace and breathed the smell of him, Buffy knew she was home. This is where I belong, She thought. In his arms. Angel pulled her even deeper into his arms loving touch, hugging her tightly. Tears started falling from Buffy's eyes. She was overwhelmed by the thought of almost loosing him. My love almost left tonight, she thought.
"You almost went away today," she said aloud.
Angel's fingertips brushed up and down her arms as he said, "We both did."
Buffy started to cry, unable to hold her tears in any longer. "Angel, I feel like....if I lost you..." I would die, she thought but wasn't able to say a word. "You're right though...we can't be sure of anything..." She gasped and moved her face to his side and cried.
"Sssssh," Angel tried to calm her. His mouth was moving, words unable to the made and forced out. Finally, one did: "I..."
Buffy immediately opened her eyes. She moved to face him, tossing her drenched hair from her eyes. Her heart was praying that he was going to say what she thought he was. "You what?" she asked him softly.
"I love you." Buffy eyes widened and she suddenly felt breathless. Angel loved her. He loves me, she thought over and over again in her head. She had been waiting to hear that come from his lips forever. She knew he had attempted to tell her earlier at the docks after he gave her the claddagh ring but was interrupted by Spike and Drusilla's vamps. "I try not to, but I just can't stop." Angel continued shakily.
"Me-me too. I can't either." Buffy bumped her nose against his; she leaned her forehead against Angel's. She inhaled a shaky breath of air and began kissing him. Buffy's heart was pounding; she was shivering, but not from the cold. She was shaking for the need of her Angel. Their passion was growing, but Angel pulled away, huffing, "Buffy...maybe we shouldn't-"
"Don't." She held his face across from hers, her index finger over his lips so he couldn't speak. All she wanted was for him to..."Just kiss me," she requested.
Angel drew her closer, pushing her lips to his with his hand. Their lips, burning with wild desire for each other, met over and over again as both of them fell back onto the bed.
Angel suddenly bolted upright in bed. Unbearable pain was surging throughout his body. Searing, painful torment raced inside and out, boiling his blood.
This was ancient pain. He tried to fight it, but that battle was hopeless. Angel didn't know it meant, but he knew what it felt like. He quickly glanced down at Buffy, his sleeping beloved. No, this can't be happening, he thought. Not now. Not when everything is so perfect. Throwing the sheets aside, Angel dressed, grimacing from all the agony. He had to put as much space between himself and his love. Blindly walking through the door, Angel stumbled outside. The rain was long gone, and he fell to the damp ground. His fists were clenched together so hard that blood appeared.
"Buffy!" He shouted on his knees. He was clueless as to what was going on. All he could think about was the mind-boggling pain and the woman he loved more than life itself.
Angel shouted her name once more before falling to the cement unconscious.
Inside Angel's apartment.
Buffy snuggled deeper into the warm sheets and reached over for her love. Nothing (and more importantly, no ONE) was there and all she reached out for was air. She drowsily opened her eyes and looked around the room, gathering her surroundings. She pulled the sheets up to her chest, feeling a sudden chill. "Angel?" she whispered, wondering where he was.
With a soft click, the door to Angel's apartment opened. Angel was standing in the doorway, with a dazed look on his face. Buffy looked at him, seeing the perplexed look on his face. "Angel? Where were you?" She asked, sitting up in bed.
Angel, still confused, stiffly walked over and sat next to her on the bed. "I was...out there." He said.
Buffy looked out his window. "But Angel...it's day," now I'm confused, she thought.
"I know." Before Buffy could object or reply, Angel leaned over and kissed her. For the first time, Buffy felt something totally different coming from Angel: warmth.
"Oh my god!" She shouted, pulling away from him. "You're human!"
TBC
How's it going? You want more or not? Let me know!
By: ~*Rachel*~
Disclaimer: Do I own them? Nope. None of these characters belong to me. I'm not making money off the them, blah, blah, blah. Do you really think I would put B/A thru all of this and have Buffy sleeping with Riley? YUK!
Rating: I dunno. PG I guess. Nothin' really big but smoochies
Summary: What if Angel hadn't lost his soul @ the end of "Surprise"? (It's what we all wish and want) But instead, something else happens?
Spoilers: the episode "Surprise" and some eps after that. It all depends on how far I take this. You'll recognize the last few minutes of the ep in here
Distribution: Just tell me first please!
Feedback? G Does Angel look hott wearing leather pants?
And this is my first fan fic, so please be kind!
Narrowly escaping death with the Judge, Buffy and Angel ran and jumped through a hole, landing in the sewer system. Both of them silently trudged through the muck and garbage. Together, they ran through a tall steel door, closing it behind them and just barely escaping two of Dru's minions.
"We have to get out of here," Buffy whispered, still listening for any vamps outside the door.
Angel nodded and pointed up to a ladder that would lead to the surface. "Go," he said.
When Buffy pushed the manhole cover out of the way, she was driven back by the pounding pellets of rain. By the time Angel had climbed out behind her, Buffy was already soaked to the bone. "Come on." He shouted to her over the roaring thunder. He grabbed her hand and began pulling her towards him. "We have to get inside."
Within minutes, Buffy and Angel reached his apartment. After opening the door, Angel let her in first. Pulling off his soaking duster and throwing it to the side, he faced her. Noticing that she was shivering, he rubbed her arms. "You're shaking like a leaf."
"C-c-cold." Buffy muttered, nodding as best she could.
"Let me get you something." Angel walked over to his dresser and pulled out a few sweats. He handed them to Buffy saying, "Put these on and get under the covers. Just to warm up."
Buffy walked over to Angel's bed and slowly sat down on the scarlet-red silk sheets. She heard the thunder rumble in the distance and saw lightening flash from the window. Buffy felt Angel's eyes staring at her and self-consciously looked up at him. "Sorry," Angel said, realizing that he was staring at her, and turned around. As she pulled off the dripping cardigan of her two-piece, Buffy winced, feeling a burn run across her shoulder. "What?" He asked, hearing her. Is she hurt? He asked.
"Oh, um....I just have a-a cut or something." She said, as she finished taking off her top piece.
"Can I...let me see."
"Okay," Buffy replied delicately. She pulled the pink sweater over her front so she was covered.
Angel's fingers touched her shoulder and traveled up her back. He pushed the spaghetti-strap of her top aside, gently inspecting her cut. "It's already closed." He replied roughly, as if unused to using his voice. "You're fine." Buffy moved her shoulder around and took in a wobbly breath of air. She could feel Angel so close to her: so near. She felt him continue lowering her shirt strap; his fingers running down her arms sent sparks of want up and down her spine.
For a second neither of them moved. Buffy's mind was reeling from the effects of touching the Judge-even for an instant. As she leaned back into his embrace and breathed the smell of him, Buffy knew she was home. This is where I belong, She thought. In his arms. Angel pulled her even deeper into his arms loving touch, hugging her tightly. Tears started falling from Buffy's eyes. She was overwhelmed by the thought of almost loosing him. My love almost left tonight, she thought.
"You almost went away today," she said aloud.
Angel's fingertips brushed up and down her arms as he said, "We both did."
Buffy started to cry, unable to hold her tears in any longer. "Angel, I feel like....if I lost you..." I would die, she thought but wasn't able to say a word. "You're right though...we can't be sure of anything..." She gasped and moved her face to his side and cried.
"Sssssh," Angel tried to calm her. His mouth was moving, words unable to the made and forced out. Finally, one did: "I..."
Buffy immediately opened her eyes. She moved to face him, tossing her drenched hair from her eyes. Her heart was praying that he was going to say what she thought he was. "You what?" she asked him softly.
"I love you." Buffy eyes widened and she suddenly felt breathless. Angel loved her. He loves me, she thought over and over again in her head. She had been waiting to hear that come from his lips forever. She knew he had attempted to tell her earlier at the docks after he gave her the claddagh ring but was interrupted by Spike and Drusilla's vamps. "I try not to, but I just can't stop." Angel continued shakily.
"Me-me too. I can't either." Buffy bumped her nose against his; she leaned her forehead against Angel's. She inhaled a shaky breath of air and began kissing him. Buffy's heart was pounding; she was shivering, but not from the cold. She was shaking for the need of her Angel. Their passion was growing, but Angel pulled away, huffing, "Buffy...maybe we shouldn't-"
"Don't." She held his face across from hers, her index finger over his lips so he couldn't speak. All she wanted was for him to..."Just kiss me," she requested.
Angel drew her closer, pushing her lips to his with his hand. Their lips, burning with wild desire for each other, met over and over again as both of them fell back onto the bed.
Angel suddenly bolted upright in bed. Unbearable pain was surging throughout his body. Searing, painful torment raced inside and out, boiling his blood.
This was ancient pain. He tried to fight it, but that battle was hopeless. Angel didn't know it meant, but he knew what it felt like. He quickly glanced down at Buffy, his sleeping beloved. No, this can't be happening, he thought. Not now. Not when everything is so perfect. Throwing the sheets aside, Angel dressed, grimacing from all the agony. He had to put as much space between himself and his love. Blindly walking through the door, Angel stumbled outside. The rain was long gone, and he fell to the damp ground. His fists were clenched together so hard that blood appeared.
"Buffy!" He shouted on his knees. He was clueless as to what was going on. All he could think about was the mind-boggling pain and the woman he loved more than life itself.
Angel shouted her name once more before falling to the cement unconscious.
Inside Angel's apartment.
Buffy snuggled deeper into the warm sheets and reached over for her love. Nothing (and more importantly, no ONE) was there and all she reached out for was air. She drowsily opened her eyes and looked around the room, gathering her surroundings. She pulled the sheets up to her chest, feeling a sudden chill. "Angel?" she whispered, wondering where he was.
With a soft click, the door to Angel's apartment opened. Angel was standing in the doorway, with a dazed look on his face. Buffy looked at him, seeing the perplexed look on his face. "Angel? Where were you?" She asked, sitting up in bed.
Angel, still confused, stiffly walked over and sat next to her on the bed. "I was...out there." He said.
Buffy looked out his window. "But Angel...it's day," now I'm confused, she thought.
"I know." Before Buffy could object or reply, Angel leaned over and kissed her. For the first time, Buffy felt something totally different coming from Angel: warmth.
"Oh my god!" She shouted, pulling away from him. "You're human!"
TBC
How's it going? You want more or not? Let me know!