Part 8
The two lovers sat on the floor holding each other for a while, until Spike politely interrupted. "Hey ducks, don't mean to break you two up, but you'd better come help me look. 6 eyes is better than 2," Spike said hesitantly, hoping she wouldn't come pound his face in. Before she pulled away she gave Angel a tight squeeze, then slowly unwrapped her arms from around him.
As she did so Angel heard a pretty loud growl come from her stomach. "Hungry?" he said with a grin on his face. She smiled back at him, "Quite. I don't think any of us has eaten in like 20 hours." He nodded, "Yeah well you two keep looking and I'll go out and get us something to eat."
But as he stood she grabbed his shirt sleeve, "I don't want you to go anywhere... I don't want to let you out of my sight..." Angel sighed, "But Buffy you should-" Spike interrupted again, "Don't worry peaches, I'll work double time, you two can both go long as you bring me somethin'." Buffy and Angel shared a short glance, and said in unison, "Okay, bye." They stood and walked out of the Mansion arms entwined.
***At the 24 hour Eagles Supermarket***
"I never thought I'd spend my last hours in a Eagles," Angel said drearily. Buffy punched him lightly, and joked with him, "Stop complaining. You'll be free to spend the rest of your *last hours* in the butcher shop." Angel rolled his eyes, "Yeah that's better." "And watch it with punching, it might speed up the process," he added smiling. Buffy laughed lightly, trying to keep the idea of his dying out of her head.
They picked up a few things for Buffy, a jar of grape jelly, a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, and a 6 pack of Mountain Dew. "Hey, I thought you drank Diet soda," Angel commented, stopping her from grabbing a bigger case. "Not when I have to stay up for the next 20 hours... after already staying up for 20. I *need* all that caffeine," she said trading the 6 pack for a 12 when he wasn't looking. "Fine, but no one said you had to-" he started, getting interrupted by another customer.
"Excuse me do you know where the ketchup is?" the woman asked. "Uhh... Isle 5," Buffy told her, kinda truthfully, kinda just to get her to go away. "Thanks..." she responded then quickly walked away. "Is there really ketchup in Isle 5?" Angel asked suspiciously, a grin on his face. "Do you really care?" she joked, grinning back.
"Good point, let's get out of here... You don't need anything else do you?" he questioned skeptically. "Umm... one more thing," she said running off around the corner. Angel sighed, and waited for her return, chuckling slightly at her, acting like such a child. He found himself thinking how he would miss her, and smiled sadly. She jogged back down the isle, and saw the look on his face.
"Hey... Don't..." she reprimanded cupping his cheek with her hand. He looked at her strangely, "Your hands are so cold..."
She glanced at her hand, "Oh, yeah, cuz of the ice cream, sorry." Angel sighed again, "What kind?" She bit her lower lip, "Well I kinda got two... Double Fudge Mint Chip and... I saw these Ice Cream Sandwiches, and I HAD to get them..."
His non-breath caught in his throat at the mention of that ice cream, and Buffy noticed his stress. "What? Oh, I know I said one more thing, but-" "No it's okay, I... I just never knew that... that you liked that kind of ice cream, too." Buffy didn't totally believe him, but went with him, "Oh yeah! That's good... wait you eat ice cream?" He grinned, "On occasion."
"Yeah, well I hope you don't mind that I got these too," she said pointing at the ice cream sandwiches. "Don't worry about it, since I'm not--might not be--around for much longer, you can get whatever you want," he said smiling down at her, even though the fact scared him. A brief smile crossed her face then replied, "I don't need anything else... just you..." and to lighten the mood, "And my PB and J." He chuckled, then steered her towards the checkout line.
After they'd bought all of their food, they headed to the butcher's. They threw all the food in the trunk, and went inside, luckily it was still kind of open. Angel talked to the manager and got a few cups of blood. They returned back to the car, and then went back to the mansion.
The two lovers sat on the floor holding each other for a while, until Spike politely interrupted. "Hey ducks, don't mean to break you two up, but you'd better come help me look. 6 eyes is better than 2," Spike said hesitantly, hoping she wouldn't come pound his face in. Before she pulled away she gave Angel a tight squeeze, then slowly unwrapped her arms from around him.
As she did so Angel heard a pretty loud growl come from her stomach. "Hungry?" he said with a grin on his face. She smiled back at him, "Quite. I don't think any of us has eaten in like 20 hours." He nodded, "Yeah well you two keep looking and I'll go out and get us something to eat."
But as he stood she grabbed his shirt sleeve, "I don't want you to go anywhere... I don't want to let you out of my sight..." Angel sighed, "But Buffy you should-" Spike interrupted again, "Don't worry peaches, I'll work double time, you two can both go long as you bring me somethin'." Buffy and Angel shared a short glance, and said in unison, "Okay, bye." They stood and walked out of the Mansion arms entwined.
***At the 24 hour Eagles Supermarket***
"I never thought I'd spend my last hours in a Eagles," Angel said drearily. Buffy punched him lightly, and joked with him, "Stop complaining. You'll be free to spend the rest of your *last hours* in the butcher shop." Angel rolled his eyes, "Yeah that's better." "And watch it with punching, it might speed up the process," he added smiling. Buffy laughed lightly, trying to keep the idea of his dying out of her head.
They picked up a few things for Buffy, a jar of grape jelly, a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, and a 6 pack of Mountain Dew. "Hey, I thought you drank Diet soda," Angel commented, stopping her from grabbing a bigger case. "Not when I have to stay up for the next 20 hours... after already staying up for 20. I *need* all that caffeine," she said trading the 6 pack for a 12 when he wasn't looking. "Fine, but no one said you had to-" he started, getting interrupted by another customer.
"Excuse me do you know where the ketchup is?" the woman asked. "Uhh... Isle 5," Buffy told her, kinda truthfully, kinda just to get her to go away. "Thanks..." she responded then quickly walked away. "Is there really ketchup in Isle 5?" Angel asked suspiciously, a grin on his face. "Do you really care?" she joked, grinning back.
"Good point, let's get out of here... You don't need anything else do you?" he questioned skeptically. "Umm... one more thing," she said running off around the corner. Angel sighed, and waited for her return, chuckling slightly at her, acting like such a child. He found himself thinking how he would miss her, and smiled sadly. She jogged back down the isle, and saw the look on his face.
"Hey... Don't..." she reprimanded cupping his cheek with her hand. He looked at her strangely, "Your hands are so cold..."
She glanced at her hand, "Oh, yeah, cuz of the ice cream, sorry." Angel sighed again, "What kind?" She bit her lower lip, "Well I kinda got two... Double Fudge Mint Chip and... I saw these Ice Cream Sandwiches, and I HAD to get them..."
His non-breath caught in his throat at the mention of that ice cream, and Buffy noticed his stress. "What? Oh, I know I said one more thing, but-" "No it's okay, I... I just never knew that... that you liked that kind of ice cream, too." Buffy didn't totally believe him, but went with him, "Oh yeah! That's good... wait you eat ice cream?" He grinned, "On occasion."
"Yeah, well I hope you don't mind that I got these too," she said pointing at the ice cream sandwiches. "Don't worry about it, since I'm not--might not be--around for much longer, you can get whatever you want," he said smiling down at her, even though the fact scared him. A brief smile crossed her face then replied, "I don't need anything else... just you..." and to lighten the mood, "And my PB and J." He chuckled, then steered her towards the checkout line.
After they'd bought all of their food, they headed to the butcher's. They threw all the food in the trunk, and went inside, luckily it was still kind of open. Angel talked to the manager and got a few cups of blood. They returned back to the car, and then went back to the mansion.