Title: Returning to Love
Chapter: 7
Story: Better Than Heaven, a sequel to 'Unforgivable Mistake.'
Email: angel_chic101@hotmail.com
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FEEDBACK: I'm sort of becoming co-dependent, so if I don't get any feedback, I think bad things may happen. C'mon, it doesn't take that long!
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"Leave me alone! Get away from me!" Buffy yelled, but the leprechauns wouldn't move. They just stood there, guarding the freezer.
"Shoo! I want my ice-cream! Don't you guys have some gold to play with or something?" Buffy let out
an exasperated sigh. The ice-cream gods were frowning upon her today. The leprechauns continued to
snicker at her. /And I was so sure they didn't exist. /
Buffy's all-too-interesting dream was soon interrupted by the rapping at the door. She quickly glanced from the small child sprawled across her lap to the VCR clock, which illuminated 11:43. They must've dozed off.
/Oh God. I probably look all icky and bed-head-y. Who could it be now, anyway? Cordy probably. / She gently lifted her son off of her lap and carried him to his room. After quickly lying him in bed, she went to get the door, somewhat hoping whoever had knocked was now gone. A second set of knocks on the door erased that notion. She made a lazy attempt to flatten the blonde mop on top of her head, and twisted the deadbolt. She sluggishly opened the door, while still trying to rub her eyes into focus.
After looking at the figure before her, she rubbed her eyes again more vigorously, because she had to be seeing things. It couldn't be him. He was dead. He had been dead for over three years.
She gave her head a shake and blinked quickly, and then stared again at him.
"A.. A..Angel?" She said in utter shock.
"Buffy." Her name felt so comforting to say. Just to look at her face to face again.
She opened the door wider to let him in. He walked in, uninvited, wringing his hands. She has so many questions to ask him, but she couldn't seem to put them into words. She was almost afraid to reach out and touch him, because he might not be real.
She razed her gaze to his chocolate eyes. They were so familiar, but they were different now. They seemed to have more life, more of a spark to them. She could feel tingles running through her body just being around him. She knew then that it really was him, because no one else could make her feel like that.
"Angel.. ..I thought you.. .. I mean .. .. you" she fumbled.
He carefully placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. They stood there for a few moments, immersing themselves in each other, without moving a muscle.
After a while, though, Buffy couldn't take the aphrodisiatic tension anymore. She reached up and wrapped her arms round his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible. She could feel a heart beat, but she wasn't sure if it was hers or his. She never wanted to let him go. She had lost him too many times already. The years without him made her realize how much better life was with him.
Angel tightly intertwined his arms around her waist. He had missed that feeling for so long. He didn't really know why he was back, and he didn't really care. He lowered his lips to meet hers, like he had done so many times before. The kiss they shared was slow and tender, not rushed or hurried. After a while, though, Angel had to draw back to catch his breath, something he wasn't used to. Buffy rested her head tightly into her shoulder, soaking in every moment of Angelic goodness.
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A Week Later
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It had been a week. A whole, wonderful, glorious week. Buffy wasn't sure if she had ever had a better week before. Angel's unexpected return had changed her life, in a very, very good way. A very human way.
The first thing she had done was introduced him to Manning. He took to Angel immediately, like he had already known that he was his daddy. Watching the two of them interact was a joy that Buffy never thought she would experience. Just watching them together was almost better than her new found sex life. Almost. She had called Willow and Dawn at home to tell them the news, but they had already known. Willow hadn't told her yet, though, because she thought it would be better if he surprised her. Willow and Buffy giggled through the whole conversation like little girls. Dawn was a little less enthused. She remembered all of the pain he had put Buffy through, even if she hadn't completely understood it at the time. But Buffy seemed happy, and that was all that Dawn wanted.
The second task at hand, though, was a little more difficult. Buffy insisted on taking Angel shopping to get some clothes and other things, since all he had was what he had stolen from the hospital. Angel didn't really see what the need for clothes was (or even getting out of bed for that matter, besides taking Manning to preschool), but Buffy insisted. So he went to the mall, against his better judgement, and bought some a new wardrobe. She had tried to talk him into going to the tanning bed "People are going to see you now, and you're so pale!", but he drew the line there. He knew, though, that if she was really serious about it, he would've given in, eventually.
With Angel living with her now, Buffy had almost forgotten about Riley, until a very disgruntled Angel came home after picking up Manning from preschool.
After leaving Manning in his room to play, Angel confronted Buffy in the kitchen.
"When were you going to tell me you were seeing Riley again?" Angel asked with an edge to his voice.
"What are you talking about?" She responded, surprised at what he had just said.
"I went to pick up my son from preschool and he was there. He asked me who I was, like he didn't know who I was or something, and I told him I was Manning's father. He said 'Oh, said on our date that his father was dead.' On OUR date?" Angel was almost in a jealous rage now. How could she have not told him she was still sleeping with that moron?
"Angel, calm down." She gently unwrapped the fists he had made and placed her hands in his. "I'm not seeing Riley. He had lost his memory, and I went to dinner with him to see what he could remember." She soothed.
"So you DID go on a date with him, though?"
"Yes, I did. Angel, I thought you were dead." She said defensively. "But if it makes you feel any better, it was horrible." She cupped his face with her hands and pulled his eyes into hers. "Horrible" she repeated softly. Angel's rage subsided with his jealousy. She was still all his, and he would never ever leave her again.
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A/N: OK, the dream sequence might be a little odd, but it will make more sense later. Come Full Circle.
angel_chic101@hotmail.com
http://expage.com/page/baff
Chapter: 7
Story: Better Than Heaven, a sequel to 'Unforgivable Mistake.'
Email: angel_chic101@hotmail.com
My Fanfic Site: http://expage.com/page/baff
FEEDBACK: I'm sort of becoming co-dependent, so if I don't get any feedback, I think bad things may happen. C'mon, it doesn't take that long!
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"Leave me alone! Get away from me!" Buffy yelled, but the leprechauns wouldn't move. They just stood there, guarding the freezer.
"Shoo! I want my ice-cream! Don't you guys have some gold to play with or something?" Buffy let out
an exasperated sigh. The ice-cream gods were frowning upon her today. The leprechauns continued to
snicker at her. /And I was so sure they didn't exist. /
Buffy's all-too-interesting dream was soon interrupted by the rapping at the door. She quickly glanced from the small child sprawled across her lap to the VCR clock, which illuminated 11:43. They must've dozed off.
/Oh God. I probably look all icky and bed-head-y. Who could it be now, anyway? Cordy probably. / She gently lifted her son off of her lap and carried him to his room. After quickly lying him in bed, she went to get the door, somewhat hoping whoever had knocked was now gone. A second set of knocks on the door erased that notion. She made a lazy attempt to flatten the blonde mop on top of her head, and twisted the deadbolt. She sluggishly opened the door, while still trying to rub her eyes into focus.
After looking at the figure before her, she rubbed her eyes again more vigorously, because she had to be seeing things. It couldn't be him. He was dead. He had been dead for over three years.
She gave her head a shake and blinked quickly, and then stared again at him.
"A.. A..Angel?" She said in utter shock.
"Buffy." Her name felt so comforting to say. Just to look at her face to face again.
She opened the door wider to let him in. He walked in, uninvited, wringing his hands. She has so many questions to ask him, but she couldn't seem to put them into words. She was almost afraid to reach out and touch him, because he might not be real.
She razed her gaze to his chocolate eyes. They were so familiar, but they were different now. They seemed to have more life, more of a spark to them. She could feel tingles running through her body just being around him. She knew then that it really was him, because no one else could make her feel like that.
"Angel.. ..I thought you.. .. I mean .. .. you" she fumbled.
He carefully placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. They stood there for a few moments, immersing themselves in each other, without moving a muscle.
After a while, though, Buffy couldn't take the aphrodisiatic tension anymore. She reached up and wrapped her arms round his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible. She could feel a heart beat, but she wasn't sure if it was hers or his. She never wanted to let him go. She had lost him too many times already. The years without him made her realize how much better life was with him.
Angel tightly intertwined his arms around her waist. He had missed that feeling for so long. He didn't really know why he was back, and he didn't really care. He lowered his lips to meet hers, like he had done so many times before. The kiss they shared was slow and tender, not rushed or hurried. After a while, though, Angel had to draw back to catch his breath, something he wasn't used to. Buffy rested her head tightly into her shoulder, soaking in every moment of Angelic goodness.
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A Week Later
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It had been a week. A whole, wonderful, glorious week. Buffy wasn't sure if she had ever had a better week before. Angel's unexpected return had changed her life, in a very, very good way. A very human way.
The first thing she had done was introduced him to Manning. He took to Angel immediately, like he had already known that he was his daddy. Watching the two of them interact was a joy that Buffy never thought she would experience. Just watching them together was almost better than her new found sex life. Almost. She had called Willow and Dawn at home to tell them the news, but they had already known. Willow hadn't told her yet, though, because she thought it would be better if he surprised her. Willow and Buffy giggled through the whole conversation like little girls. Dawn was a little less enthused. She remembered all of the pain he had put Buffy through, even if she hadn't completely understood it at the time. But Buffy seemed happy, and that was all that Dawn wanted.
The second task at hand, though, was a little more difficult. Buffy insisted on taking Angel shopping to get some clothes and other things, since all he had was what he had stolen from the hospital. Angel didn't really see what the need for clothes was (or even getting out of bed for that matter, besides taking Manning to preschool), but Buffy insisted. So he went to the mall, against his better judgement, and bought some a new wardrobe. She had tried to talk him into going to the tanning bed "People are going to see you now, and you're so pale!", but he drew the line there. He knew, though, that if she was really serious about it, he would've given in, eventually.
With Angel living with her now, Buffy had almost forgotten about Riley, until a very disgruntled Angel came home after picking up Manning from preschool.
After leaving Manning in his room to play, Angel confronted Buffy in the kitchen.
"When were you going to tell me you were seeing Riley again?" Angel asked with an edge to his voice.
"What are you talking about?" She responded, surprised at what he had just said.
"I went to pick up my son from preschool and he was there. He asked me who I was, like he didn't know who I was or something, and I told him I was Manning's father. He said 'Oh, said on our date that his father was dead.' On OUR date?" Angel was almost in a jealous rage now. How could she have not told him she was still sleeping with that moron?
"Angel, calm down." She gently unwrapped the fists he had made and placed her hands in his. "I'm not seeing Riley. He had lost his memory, and I went to dinner with him to see what he could remember." She soothed.
"So you DID go on a date with him, though?"
"Yes, I did. Angel, I thought you were dead." She said defensively. "But if it makes you feel any better, it was horrible." She cupped his face with her hands and pulled his eyes into hers. "Horrible" she repeated softly. Angel's rage subsided with his jealousy. She was still all his, and he would never ever leave her again.
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A/N: OK, the dream sequence might be a little odd, but it will make more sense later. Come Full Circle.
angel_chic101@hotmail.com
http://expage.com/page/baff
