Part 7
Angel had realized that he hadn't taken a shower yet. Forgeting since he spent all that time with Buffy, went to do that. Buffy started helping Spike look through the huge pile of books spread across the coffee table. They were at about 4 down, 40 to go. Spike had gotten some bags he found laying in the mess to put them in, luckily most of the books were kind of small. Buffy was getting frustrated, worried that they wouldn't have enough time to get through all of them, before... well before there was no point in looking anymore.
About two books later, a towel clad Angel came into the room. Hearing footsteps Buffy looked up, her mouth silently dropped open. Spike grinned, seeing the Slayer's reaction. Before Angel turned his head, allowing him to see her jaw touching the floor, Spike gently shut her mouth. Buffy wanted to turn and glare at him, but couldn't take her eyes off Angel, whom had now turned to face her. He smiled at her, and she fell back in the couch, still watching him.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" he asked her still grinning. "Yeah..." she said standing up, "Let me help you with that..."
Spike rolled his eyes, "First of all, yuck. Second of all, don't you two go forgettin' 'bout the curse..." Buffy's high held stature slumped, as she growled, "Spike..." He held up his hands, "Hey, I just thought I'd--Sorry!" She had started to advance on him, so he quickly appologized.
Buffy sighed, and turned back to Angel, whom was still grinning, "Now where were we?" Angel advanced on her, pulling her close to him, "I think we were about here..." She feircely grabbed his face, and pulled it down to hers. They kissed each other with a fire and passion they'd never expereinced before.
Buffy's thoughts began to wander, as the rarely did, from the feeling of his lips on hers. And went to the fact that she would not be able to do this in a mere 21 hours or so. Tears began to tumble from her closed eyes, and a soft cry escaped her mouth and went into Angel's.
He quickly pulled away from her, "Buffy?" Spike had silently been watching the two, amused at first, then alarmed. She crumbled to the ground like a building in an earthquake, but Angel caught her in time, that she didn't hurt herself.
His eyes frantically searched for hers, but they didn't allow his access. "I can't lose you," she whispered, wanting to scream. He softly pulled her close to him, never wanting to have to let go, "Shhh... We'll find a way... We have to..." At his soothing words, her tears slowly dried up, and she brought her hands to her face to wipe them away, but Angel stopped her.
"Let me..." he instructed, as he used his thumb to take away the tears.
She sniffled, as she drew him close to her again, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "We're gonna make it aren't we? We'll find a spell..." she reassured herself. Angel sighed, as he kissed her shoulder, "Yeah..."
Angel had realized that he hadn't taken a shower yet. Forgeting since he spent all that time with Buffy, went to do that. Buffy started helping Spike look through the huge pile of books spread across the coffee table. They were at about 4 down, 40 to go. Spike had gotten some bags he found laying in the mess to put them in, luckily most of the books were kind of small. Buffy was getting frustrated, worried that they wouldn't have enough time to get through all of them, before... well before there was no point in looking anymore.
About two books later, a towel clad Angel came into the room. Hearing footsteps Buffy looked up, her mouth silently dropped open. Spike grinned, seeing the Slayer's reaction. Before Angel turned his head, allowing him to see her jaw touching the floor, Spike gently shut her mouth. Buffy wanted to turn and glare at him, but couldn't take her eyes off Angel, whom had now turned to face her. He smiled at her, and she fell back in the couch, still watching him.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" he asked her still grinning. "Yeah..." she said standing up, "Let me help you with that..."
Spike rolled his eyes, "First of all, yuck. Second of all, don't you two go forgettin' 'bout the curse..." Buffy's high held stature slumped, as she growled, "Spike..." He held up his hands, "Hey, I just thought I'd--Sorry!" She had started to advance on him, so he quickly appologized.
Buffy sighed, and turned back to Angel, whom was still grinning, "Now where were we?" Angel advanced on her, pulling her close to him, "I think we were about here..." She feircely grabbed his face, and pulled it down to hers. They kissed each other with a fire and passion they'd never expereinced before.
Buffy's thoughts began to wander, as the rarely did, from the feeling of his lips on hers. And went to the fact that she would not be able to do this in a mere 21 hours or so. Tears began to tumble from her closed eyes, and a soft cry escaped her mouth and went into Angel's.
He quickly pulled away from her, "Buffy?" Spike had silently been watching the two, amused at first, then alarmed. She crumbled to the ground like a building in an earthquake, but Angel caught her in time, that she didn't hurt herself.
His eyes frantically searched for hers, but they didn't allow his access. "I can't lose you," she whispered, wanting to scream. He softly pulled her close to him, never wanting to have to let go, "Shhh... We'll find a way... We have to..." At his soothing words, her tears slowly dried up, and she brought her hands to her face to wipe them away, but Angel stopped her.
"Let me..." he instructed, as he used his thumb to take away the tears.
She sniffled, as she drew him close to her again, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "We're gonna make it aren't we? We'll find a spell..." she reassured herself. Angel sighed, as he kissed her shoulder, "Yeah..."