Fast rising sun
By lace
What dreams remain
As she woke up, immediatly the experiences of last night flooded into her mind. Should tell Giles asap what Spike had told her...
"Good night sleep?"
Angel! Oh god. Angel was human. She was on vacation. Spike was dead. Xander was married. Oh god! She... forgot? What was last night? A dream. She was dreaming of Spike?? Well, she shamefully admitted, it wasn't the first time.
As the two rose from their bed and headed for the terricloth robes on the closet door, Buffy thought. A dream maybe but slayer dreams had become imfamiously meaninful.
"Angel?"
"Buffy."
He smiled. He did that a lot more now, less brooding, more smiling. And sun bathing. He may have even gotten a tan.
"I had a dream."
He looked at her, waiting for continuation. Suddenly, Angel's smile faded as he understood.
"Slayer dream."
Since turning human, he was less and less happy with how her slayer-activities influenced the near normality of daily life.
And he knew now, immediatly, what had happened. Thats how it was between them, sometimes the connection ran so deep they didn't need to speak.
Angel sensed Buffy's concern.
"Bigger things are coming."
Angel should have probably suggested they go home to train, he still had this vampire strength afterall. And vampire sense. He probably should have said something too, because he sensed something before she ever felt it coming. But it was too late now anyway. And something told him this would be the last break in a long while.
"Enough saving the world. Lets go get breakfast."
Who ever would have thought Angel, mr. heal-my-soul-and-wrong-doings, would say that?! He ran at her, encircled her small body and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a firey passion that had sometimes overpowered their relationship. It was sweet, tender and filled with love. In many ways, it communicated what was between them better than anything. Sweet. Tender. More real than either had ever thought it could be.
By lace
What dreams remain
As she woke up, immediatly the experiences of last night flooded into her mind. Should tell Giles asap what Spike had told her...
"Good night sleep?"
Angel! Oh god. Angel was human. She was on vacation. Spike was dead. Xander was married. Oh god! She... forgot? What was last night? A dream. She was dreaming of Spike?? Well, she shamefully admitted, it wasn't the first time.
As the two rose from their bed and headed for the terricloth robes on the closet door, Buffy thought. A dream maybe but slayer dreams had become imfamiously meaninful.
"Angel?"
"Buffy."
He smiled. He did that a lot more now, less brooding, more smiling. And sun bathing. He may have even gotten a tan.
"I had a dream."
He looked at her, waiting for continuation. Suddenly, Angel's smile faded as he understood.
"Slayer dream."
Since turning human, he was less and less happy with how her slayer-activities influenced the near normality of daily life.
And he knew now, immediatly, what had happened. Thats how it was between them, sometimes the connection ran so deep they didn't need to speak.
Angel sensed Buffy's concern.
"Bigger things are coming."
Angel should have probably suggested they go home to train, he still had this vampire strength afterall. And vampire sense. He probably should have said something too, because he sensed something before she ever felt it coming. But it was too late now anyway. And something told him this would be the last break in a long while.
"Enough saving the world. Lets go get breakfast."
Who ever would have thought Angel, mr. heal-my-soul-and-wrong-doings, would say that?! He ran at her, encircled her small body and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a firey passion that had sometimes overpowered their relationship. It was sweet, tender and filled with love. In many ways, it communicated what was between them better than anything. Sweet. Tender. More real than either had ever thought it could be.