Oof!
Definitely
hasn't lost any of his strength.
"Hi,
Angel." He smells…different.
As he clings to me for dear life, something is just…off.
"Shall
we?" I guess he already has a
table for us. Hopefully I can walk
over there without tripping on myself and looking like the fool I really am.
"Yeah."
His hand is so large on my arm. Was
he always that large? He makes me
feel like such a little child, clinging on to her father's arm.
I half expect him to pull out a pipe from his jacket or something.
Ooh,
pulling out a chair for me. What, is this a date? "Thanks."
"You
look good." I do?
I thought I looked like shit. I
certainly feel like shit. I'm 20
pounds lighter than the last time I saw him.
My eyes have dark circles around them.
What is he talking about?
"Thanks.
So do you."
Okay.
Okay!
Awkward silence for two coming up.
"So,
I hear Giles left. I'm sorry.
I know he meant a lot to you." His
hand is so huge on mine, once again. I
feel like he could smother me without breaking a sweat.
"Oh,
he came back. Willow told him.
You know…about me."
"Well,
thank the Powers That Be Willow was able to get you back.
I know a lot about Hell." Thanks
for bringing that up. I can't
even look him in the eye any more.
"I'm
sorry, Buffy. I didn't mean to
upset you. I just wanted to, you
know, offer some empathy."
"It's
okay. I'm not really myself
lately." Maybe all I need is a
little closeness to a person. Yeah,
that's it. If I can connect with
Angel, then all this will go away. I'll feel myself again.
He's moved his chair close to mine.
His cool fingers gently brush against my face, sending chills up my
spine. Oh, it's been so long
since someone touched me like this. I
want to just lose myself in it all. Forget
the people surrounding us. Forget
that I'm a Slayer. Forget that I
was just ripped from my true home in heaven.
Lose myself in his caress. His
gentle kiss upon my brow. Wow.
I can't even remember the last time I felt myself get excited…that
way.
"I
can't believe you're really here. I
missed you so much." He missed
me? We never talked. The
only things I ever hear about him are from phone conversations between Willow
and Cordelia.
"How
is Angel Investigations?"
"Oh,
same. Having Fred around kind of
complicates things, but…"
"Who's
Fred?"
"Oh,
we rescued her from Pylea. She was stuck there for 5 years.
Can you imagine that?"
"Pylea?"
"No
one told you?" My head must be
shaking as he continues. "Yeah, Wes, Gunn, Cordy, Lorne and I passed through a
portal to Lorne's home world and…"
Wow.
Pretty water glasses. I
wonder if I could get some of these used somewhere for the house.
Add a little spice to dinner time. No,
I guess I should be paying the water bill before I get glasses to put water in,
now shouldn't I?
"…kind
of shy and strange. Buffy, are you
there?"
"Uh-huh.
No more talk. Just hold
me."
Of
course he does. But that's not
all. His lips are as cool as
ever…though not quite familiar. I
wonder if anyone else has touched those lips.
Has he saved them for me?
Stop
it, Buffy. Just enjoy.
That's what this is for…to enjoy something out of life even if it's
only for an hour or so.
Those
large hands, moving toward my waist. Oooh.
So good. Now under my shirt.
His tongue so cool and inviting. I
don't care if anyone sees. Screw
them all. They're only alive because of us anyhow.
This would be some Hellish demon bar with Glory as Maitre'd if it
weren't for us.
I
can feel his desire bursting at the seams.
I need him, I need him now.
"Buffy,
I need you."
"Oh,
Spike!"
---------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile,
Spike awakes from a dream with tears in his eyes:
"Oh,
Buffy. I want you so much."
End