TITLE:  the Correspondences

Section 3

SUMMARY: Buffy & Angel write letters to each. Can they solve their problems through words?

RATING: PG13

PAIRING: Buffy/Angel

SPOILERS: general up until season 4

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DISCLAIMER:  Joss Whedon owns the characters. Lines from Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare. Lyrics from the songs by: the Sunday's ("Wild Horses"), Janet Jackson ("Again"), Garth Brooks ("She's Every Woman" & "The Dance").

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-the Correspondences-

11

THAT EVENING

                "Okay, I'm back." He said, walking to her with a bag. "Here, these are for you, go change."

                "What?"

                "Just go put it on. Buffy..."

                "What?"

                "Trust me." He said reassuringly.

                "I do." He got dressed while she was in the bathroom; he rented a tux and had flowers ready for her too. He had a special evening planned, one that she had a long time coming. "Angel?" She spoke through the door.

                "Yes."

                "Are you ready?"

                "Yes, are you?"

                "Absolutely, can I come out?"

                "Yep." He took a deep unnecessary breath as she walked out. "You're... you're so stunning." He hadn't been sure about the color, but it was fitting. It was midnight blue, with sequins outlining the top of the dress, and lining the spaghetti straps that showed off her back and tattoo. The dress accentuated her figure, which had significantly changed, she was fuller, more defined, she had a woman's body now. The dress lifted her breasts up and the slit in on the side of it showed off her marvelous legs, which were now covered, in sheer pantyhose, with heels to match. "This is a sin."

                "What?"

                "For you to look that good Buffy."

                "Oh, thanks, you don't look that bad yourself." Her hair was up in a French twist, with ringlets on the side and her make-up was just enough. She had never really needed make-up, she was beautiful anyway. "Angel?"

                "Hmm?"

                "What are looking at?"

                "An angel." He said. "I'm memorizing an angel, give me a minute. I want to remember this night forever." She walked over to him and took his hand and held it to her cheek and kissed it.

                "You will. Now, mind telling me where we are going?"

                "First, here you are my lady." He handed her the flowers.

                "They're so beautiful."

                "They pale in comparison to you Buffy. You're more beautiful than I remember, more feminine, older, fuller, divine."

                "Thanks." He looked down at her hand, and she did not have the diamond ring on, instead she had the Claddaugh on. She must have seen what he was looking at because she took his hand and kissed his. "I thought if only for a night, we can show what we feel inside Angel, I belong to you."

                "And I to you." She smiled. "Every time I think you're the prettiest, you go and do something prettier."

                "It's a habit of mine around gorgeous 250 year old vampires."

                "Well, I hope you don't go around with just any 250 year old vampire."

                "Just one in particular. I'm kind of a softy when it comes to him. But I am wondering where he is taking me."

                "Close your eyes." She did and he put a blind fold over her eyes. "Too tight?"

                "No, but why?"

                "It's a surprise." He took her hand and led her outside. She got in the car with his help and he drove around the block a few times, trying to throw her off until he pulled up in front of his building. "We're here, but keep it on until I take it off." He helped her out of the car and they went inside to the elevator and went up to the roof.

                "Where are we?" He was laughing. "What's so funny?"

                "You tell me where we are."

                "I don't know."

                "Yes you do, you've been here before."

                "Tell me."

                "Don't your slayer senses tell you anything?"

                "Sorry, mister-I'm-a-vampire-know-it-all, just tell me, and stop laughing at me." He stood behind her and she felt his cool tongue graze her tattoo as his hands took the blindfold off.

                She opened her eyes and was blown away. They were surrounded in candles and white lights. There was a table set for two with wine and a beautiful silk tablecloth, with floating candles in a bowl in the center. She looked around and there were flowers draped all over, surrounding candles. "It's so beautiful Angel."

                "Welcome to your prom, a little belated, but I thought it would be nice."

                "It is so thoughtful, thank you." She turned to him and gently grazed his lips with her own.

                "Are you hungry?"

                "Oh my god yes."

                "Good, cause we have dinner here."

                "Great. What's on the menu?"

                "Caesar salad, lemon chicken with these little ball things, I don't know what they are, don't ask, and for desert, strawberries and whip cream on some cake thing."

                "Strawberry shortcake?"

                "Yeah, that's it, you're so smart."

                "What can I say? Well," she said thinking further on the choice of meat, "I knew it wouldn't be fish."

                "Ha ha, I'm going to die of laughter." He smiled as he pulled her chair out and she sat down.

                "Thank you kind sir."

                "Your welcome my dear."

                "Everything looks so perfect, like a dream." They began to eat. "Angel?"

                "What?"

                "Just tell me, where are we?"

                He began to laugh again, "My office and apartment are down about five floors."

                "You jerk, why'd we get in the car?"

                "To confuse you, and it worked."

                "Yeah whatever." She smiled.

They reacquainted themselves with each other over dinner, and it soon felt like they had begun to know each other again. They laughed and talked, and she told him about college. He told her what he had been doing, and the trips Wesley, Cordelia and he had made to San Francisco and Las Vegas. "Ready for the strawberry stuff?"

                "Not right now."

                "Would you care to dance?"

                "I'd love to."

                "Please don't blame me for the music, Cordelia made the tape, so it's her fault." He pushed play on the radio and took her hand and pulled her close.

                "You know what made me come here? I was sitting in the Bronze when our song came on, the one we danced to at the prom and I listened to the words. 'Wild horses, can't drag me away, wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday' and I thought that maybe it was time to climb back on, pardon the expression." She blushed at its implications.

                He didn't want to tell her, well, he did, but he didn't want this night to happen, because she felt she had to. He wanted the next time he made love to her, if there was a next time, to be perfect, right in the moment, with no baggage between them. If that could never happen, it wouldn't.

                "Sorry, I know that we..."

                "It's okay Buffy, just dance with me." He pulled her close and they swayed to the music.

//She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice

A little crazy but it's nice

And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone

'Cause she'll rage just like a river

Then she'll beg you to forgive her

She's every woman that I've ever known//

                She rested her head on his chest and soaked in the feeling of being in his arms once again. Never had she felt truly at home unless his arms surrounded her.

//She's so New York and the L.A.

And every town along the way

She's every place that I've never been

She's making love on rainy nights

She's a stroll through Christmas lights

And she's everything I want to do again//

                He wished he could tell her things, tell her how much he loved holding her close to him. How badly he wanted to bury himself in her warmth, and how they could if they wanted.

//It needs no explanation

'Cause it all makes perfect sense

For when it comes down to temptation

She's on both sides of the fence//

                "Angel?"

                "Yes?"

                "Angel," she looked into his eyes, "I never thought it was possible to be any more in love with you than I was, but I was wrong. The girl inside me still loves you, but the woman inside adores you, loves you so much more completely than I ever thought possible. I love you and if there is anyway we can make it work I think it would be worth the effort."

//No it needs no explanation

'Cause it all makes perfect sense

For when it comes down to temptation

She's on both sides of the fence//

                "Angel, say something please, don't shut me out again. I can't take you breaking my heart again, I won't let you, I can't let you, please say something."

//She's anything but typical

She's so unpredictable

Oh but even at her worst she ain't that bad

She's as real as real can be

And she's every fantasy

Lord she's every lover that I've ever had

And she's every lover that I've never had//

                "Buffy, I can't say that I don't want to try, this last day has been so amazing, seeing you again, being together, making new memories, but why put ourselves through this, if the results will be the same?"

                "Let's just look into it, there must be a way to make me immortal."

                "Buffy, don't go there."

                "What? No, not vampire immortal, but just immortal some how, or you mortal, or half-human, there must be way. What if we exorcised the demon?"

                "Then I'd be dead. Exorcisms only work when the subject was living when inhabited by the demon."

                "But you were, barely but you were. It's somewhere to start."

                "I guess."

                "So is that what we're going to do? Date until we can find a way or until we've run out of options?"

                "If you're sure that's what you want, but be sure Buffy, take some time to think about it."

                "I will, it'll be all I think about. You have no idea how much I would give to have you again Angel."

                "I have a pretty good idea."

                "Why?"

                "Cause I'd do the same." She smiled and rested her head on his chest. He already had done the same; he had given up everything for that one day.

12

LATER THAT EVENING

                "Well, shall we call it a night?" He asked her, spinning her around once more.

                "I never pictured you for a waltz kind of guy."

                "Well, like I said, there's a lot you don't know."

                "I'm looking forward to learning."

                "Me too."

                She laughed, as he dipped her at the last beat of the song. "This day has been so perfect, I don't want it to end. I feel like if I close my eyes, or even blink that it'll all be an illusion and I'll wake up in my bed and it'll be as if it never happened."

                "I know, but you have to go early tomorrow and you have your presentation, and I would feel horrible if you missed this job because we were dancing all night." He took her hand and they walked to the door, she looked back once more. All the candles had extinguished themselves.

                "This was perfect Angel, if only for one night, it was perfect." They walked down the stairs slowly. "I think this is one of those memories that will be burned to memory."

                "Indeed." They got to his apartment and she went to the bedroom and took off her shoes. "Buffy, I'm going to take a shower, you can have the bed, feel free to grab a shirt to wear if you like."

                "Okay." She slowly got undressed as she heard the shower start. She walked over to the dresser and looked at the pictures there, mostly of Cordelia, but there were some of her, and Wesley, and of Doyle.

                She didn't know it, but he was looking at her. She was standing naked in front of his dresser, looking at the pictures. Her curves were even more outstanding now, than when they were clothed. She had certainly matured, grown up, her hips were a little wider, like a woman's, she had put on a little weight since he'd last really seen her, and she wore it well. Her legs and arms more defined, with some muscle to them. Her muscles were perfectly toned, he could tell just watching her. She was perfectly tanned, all over; she probably went to the salon for that. She reached back and let her hair down and it cascade down her back and she shook her head to let it loose.

                He had to get into the shower, a cold one, quickly.

                She smiled at his naive behavior, like he thought she didn't know he was there. Like she hadn't already thought of a way to get into the bathroom while he was there. She took a silk shirt of his and put it on, it covered her to her thighs.

                "Angel?" She knocked on the door.

                "Yes?"

                "Can I come in? I have to pee, and I want to get this make up off my face."

                "Sure." She went in. "I am still amazed that you managed to put on make-up perfectly with no mirrors."

                "Well, not that you'd ever opened up women's make-up jars, but most have tiny little mirrors included, instant bathroom."

                "Oh, nifty."

                "Nifty?" She giggled.

                "What's so funny Ms. Summers?"

                "Just that word." She smiled turning to the sink, away from the shower.

                He peeked out at her; she was at the sink leaning over it, so the water would fall into the sink. She was so beautiful. He let the water wash over him and he closed his eyes imagining her hands. It was a minute before he realized that it was.

                "Buffy..."

                "Shh... it's okay. We won't... you know... but I can get your back for you."

                "Buffy, it's not a good idea." She climbed in behind him, shirt still on. "Buffy..." She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself into his back. She felt so good against him. "Buffy... it's not a good idea..."

                "I know, we'd just want more than we can have, but I don't want you to go changing your mind on me either, so here's something to remember me by." She turned him around and pulled his lips to her mouth and crunched herself against him. She pulled back and climbed out. "You know Angel, the last time we were together, I was a child, I'd never been with a man before, and I think you'll find that the next time we meet, that you've never been with a woman." She touched his nose softly and went back to the bedroom.

                He smiled and finished his shower; he certainly needed it now.

                She chose another shirt and slipped it on and slipped under the covers, they were so warm. She lay with her hair draped over the pillows and waited for him. He came out wrapped in a towel. "I forgot my shorts."

                "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before Angel. And it's not like I wouldn't mind seeing you again." She smirked as he put some boxers on.

                "Buffy..."

                "I know, you don't know what to do with me. Last time we were together, I didn't know what to do, or where to put my hands, or what would make me feel good, or what would please you..."

                "Buffy, apparently you did indeed know how to make me happy." She smiled.

                "I guess I did."

                "I said things Buffy," he sat down, "He said things to you that morning that weren't true. I wanted you to know that."

                "Like what?"

                "Like I said, he said that it wasn't like he'd never been there before, but I hadn't. I've been with lot of women, but never felt that much passion and intensity before. I've never been with anyone who made me feel as alive as you did. I've never felt so completely in tune with someone, never felt the magic that we exchanged, ever before."

                "Yeah?"

                "Yes."

                "You know what I remember most?" She asked motioning for him to join her.

                "What?"

                "Well, beside everything physical, but the feeling of being home, of being safe. I've never felt so safe and at peace, than when I'm with you Angel, and we've only been together once, but whenever I'm around you, I just feel like I'm home."

                "I know the feeling. I love you Buffy and no matter what happens, I want you to know that."

                "I do, I finally do." They fell asleep holding each other once again.

13

THE NEXT MORNING

                "Angel?" She grazed his lips with her own gently.

                "What?"

                "Angel, I have to go, my bus leaves in an hour, I just wanted you to know, say goodbye, or see you again, or whatever." He got up and grabbed her around the waist. He crushed his body to hers.

                "Well, call me after your presentation and we'll figure out the next step."

                "Okay, I was going to have coffee, do you want to have some with me?"

                "I'd love to." They had coffee and she kissed him goodbye when she left. He went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. He looked over at the dresser, waning to remember her body standing there, when he noticed an envelope on the dresser. He took it down and read the letter inside.

My dearest Angel-

                How can I ever find the words for how much last night meant to me? I don't know if we really mean what we said, if we will try to work it out and find a way, or not, but either way, I will always remember last night. I only wish we could have made it more, have made love, but I know we cannot, and I can deal with that, I only wish.

                I've made love to you in my head so many times Angel, thoughts sneak into my head at the worst moments: during a test, during a patrol, and yes even when with Riley. He may be a man, but he is no man to me, he can't even compare. He is naive, not wanting to explore my body, worship me as much as you already do, after only one encounter. You draw my body with such eloquence and expertise almost as if you have it memorized, the contours of my body, how the shadows play with me so exquisitely, mystically even.

                Every drawing screams love to me, the strokes of the pen, long and defined. Your love and devotion come through so clearly, in your words, even in the letters, so carefully chosen. He does not how to show it if he does indeed feel it, but he is not you. I couldn't find any mere mortal that would come close.

                You wanted me to be loved, but I want to worshipped, and only your eyes can make me feel that. Only your eyes can run up and down my body and make me feel like a goddess. Only your touch can make me tremble, only your mouth can make me beg for mercy. If I live the rest of my life, with only these memories, then so be it. But I realize now that Riley was never what I wanted, so he must be set free. I intend on doing that, and wearing my ring, for I belong to you and you alone. Your eyes are the only ones I want to see me, your hands are the only ones I will allow to touch me, and if they never will again, so be it. I love you, more than words can describe.

                                                                                                                                Eternally awaiting your touch,

                                                                                                                                                Buffy

                He was unsure if it was possible to love her even more than he already did, but he did.

THAT AFTERNOON

                "Riley!"

                "Buffy! I missed you." He grabbed her.

                "Riley, I'm sorry."

                "What?"

                "Sit down."

                "That's never a good conversation."

                "Riley, I was wrong to say yes to you so quickly, I was wrong to say yes at all."

                "What?"

                "I lied, it has everything to do with Angel."

                "WHAT?"

                "Riley, it's not fair for you to be second prize, I'm sorry, but I can't see you anymore. I wish things were different, but they aren't." She put the ring in his hand and walked away.

THAT EVENING

                "Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless. Can I help you?"

                "Cordelia, is Angel there?"

                "Hold on." She waited.

                "Hello?"

                "Hey."

                "Hi." He said. "What's up?"

                "I wasn't sure if I should call or not, but I am just so excited!"

                "Why? What happened?"

                "I GOT THE JOB! They said they were so impressed with my speech, that they want to send me to the opening in LA, and possibly to their headquarters in New York for a week. A week, can you imagine, a week in New York!"

                "That is so great!"

                "I know, I just wanted to call you, it's been so long since I've been able to tell you my good news, I wanted to this time, and I wanted to tell you that I gave Riley back his ring today and told him I couldn't see him anymore."

                "Oh, how do you feel about that?"

                "Elated, relieved, happy, relaxed... need I go on?"

                "I suppose not."

                "How pathetic? I mean, I've been with him for four years, and I can't say as if I'm torn up about it, I really don't feel anything. I mean, I feel bad about leading him on like this, but as for the breaking up part, I'm over it."

                "I'm glad to hear you made such a speedy recovery."

                "Well, I mourned, it's over, I'm good to go. So, they want me to be at this gala thing three weeks from now to introduce me to a bunch of people in LA, and I kind of need a date, and I was thinking that if you're not busy doing vampire things, that maybe..."

                "I'd love to."

                "Good. It's formal, but not too formal, suit and tie should do."

                "When are you coming?"

                "Well, I have to meet with the founding partners tomorrow afternoon, so they can offer me some money I guess, and give the final interview, so I'll be coming by train tomorrow morning, around nine-ish."

                "Want me to pick you up?"

                "Nah, I'm a big girl, I can get from the train station to your place."

                "You'll be coming to my place?"

                "Duh silly, of course. Don't tell me you're getting all slow in your old age."

                "Not likely."

                "Not that slow is bad, it's just not good."

                "It can be, good."

                "I'll bet it can."

                "Then I'll see you tomorrow?"

                "Tomorrow." She hung up.

14

THURSDAY MORNING

                She walked into the apartment. "Angel?" She walked around. "Angel?" She walked into the bedroom and there was an envelope, she sat down and opened it. She pulled out three pieces of paper. The first two were drawings; one of her in the dress, a collage of different angles of the dress and the other was her standing in front of the dresser naked. She read the letter.

My love-

                Sadly I cannot be here, I had to meet a potential client with Cordelia, rather she wanted me to join her for a breakfast date with an agent. She says she trusts my judgement about people, I've smelled a few rats for her in the past, so please accept my humble apologies.

                Enclosed are two drawings, new ones, which is obvious to you. I drew them for you, so you could keep last night forever frozen. You are my Goddess, of love, of truth, of sex, you are my goddess, and I worship you more than I think I should.

                I can't express to you how wonderful it is to hear that your body is only for me, although that may lead you into a life you won't want, but it is your choice. I realize now that I can't make decisions for you. Perhaps yes, I do see you as that teenager, but the other night, I saw you as a woman and fell even deeper into love with you. Feeling your hands on my body once more, your heat, your lips, your tongue, watching you from the bathroom, stand in front of the dresser, like a queen, you are my queen.

                I am missing you as I sit with Cordelia, be sure of that, and I will be home later sometime after your meeting. There is juice in the fridge, mind you it is not the red juice. Bad joke. I love you so much it hurts not to be with you.

                                                                                                                                Eternally waiting to touch you,

                                                                                                                                                                Angel

                She smiled and lay down for a quick nap.

TWO HOURS LATER

                He sat with his pencil in hand watching her, wanting to capture every detail of her. She began to stir. "Angel?"

                "You caught me."

                She sat up more. "Doing what?" He turned the notepad to her. "It's beautiful."

                "Well, you're the best subject. I try to draw other things and I can't."

                "Well, I don't want you drawing other women anyway." She smiled and reached for him. "What time is it?"

                "11:30, when's your meeting?"

                "Two, but I want to see my father first, so I think I'm going to do that. Do you mind?"

                "Not at all, here." He handed something to her.

                "What's this?"

                "A key, if we leave to go out, we lock the office door, and the only way to get here, besides the sewers is through the office, so in case we have to go for something, you can get back in."

                "Okay, you sure?"

                "No, I think you're going to bring a whole bunch of holy water and dump it all over the floor. Of course I'm sure."

                "Well, jeez... don't have to be all like that? Who died and gave and you a sense of humor?" She paused. "I'm sorry, that was a bad joke."

                "No it's okay, you don't have to tip toe around it anymore."

                "Okay and you don't have to tip toe around me either, come here." She grabbed his hand yanked him to her and crushed her lips to his, greeting his tongue and welcoming it. He moved over her and she lay back and enjoyed the feeling of having his weight crushing into her, feeling him hover over her body. His kisses grew with intensity and desire and he began sucking on her neck and lips and ears. "Angel... stop it... Angel..."

                He looked at her. "What's wrong?"

                "Well, first off all, we can't, and secondly, I do have to get going."

                "You're right, for once, you're the mature one." He said, rolling off her. "I hate that."

                "I know, but I really do want to tell my dad about my job. My mom was so happy, although I failed to mention the part about being back with you, but I did tell her that Riley and I broke up, luckily I never really told her we were getting married, so it was okay. She was heartbroken about him though, I think she liked him more than I did."

                "You're amazing Buffy, simply amazing."

                "Don't you forget it pal."

                "I couldn't possibly."

                "Did you tell her yet?"

                "What?"

                "What? You even have to ask me that Angel? Did you tell her you two can do the nasty? Did you tell her can do the horizontal dance of love and remained souled?"

                "Could you be anymore Cordelia than you already are?"

                "I told you before, brutal honesty, I give it, if you don't like it, stop hanging out with me."

                "I love you Cordelia." He said with a chuckle. "And no I haven't."

                "You mean, she's spent two nights here and you haven't jumped her bones? Are you ill?"

                "No."

                "Are you suddenly gay?"

                "No Cordelia, I am definitely not gay, I just want things to be perfect and there's too much stuff, so as long she thinks we can't, we won't, which is good."

                "Stuff? What stuff?"

                "I don't want to base the next phase of Angel and Buffy on a lie, she doesn't know what I did, she doesn't know there is a way to make me very much human very quickly."

                "Oh, that whole forgotten day thing? I thought you were over that."

                "Cordelia, she thinks we've only ever been together once, when we were together so much more than that, but it didn't happen. I want to tell her, but what if we can't find a way to be together. I can't be human again Cordelia, she would get hurt."

                "Angel, why don't you let her take that risk if she wants."

                "Because I'm not going to just be human, just to get dead two days later. Been there, done that, I already died once and don't want to go there again."

                "I'm just saying, maybe you should learn from your mistakes, mister-I've-grown-so-much, and tell her, be honest."

                "I don't know, I just don't know."

15

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

                "I'm back!"

                He jumped up, so happy to hear her voice filling up the apartment, "Hi! How'd it go?"

                "You are looking at the new Public Relations Associate of Jackson, Johnson and Hut."

                "OH THAT'S GREAT!"

                "Even better than that is starting salary."

                "What is it?"

                "I was hoping you'd ask that! Forty-five thousand dollars! Plus I get two weeks paid vacation every six months, dental, eye and medical benefits after three months, and I get to start handling my own accounts as soon as I start."

                "When do you start?"

                "Next week, next Monday. And, any traveling I have to do it paid for by the company, and they are giving me a ten thousand dollar signing bonus for moving costs, cause I'll have to relocate, I'll be living in LA. I get that check tomorrow, so I'm thinking we can celebrate."

                "By what?"

                "I was thinking I'd start by taking everyone to dinner, you, me, Wesley and Cordelia, you all work very hard ridding the world of the vermin that dare call themselves demons, you deserve a night. And I thought I would take Cordy shopping."

                "Why?"

                "Because she's taken such good care of you."

                "She will so love you."

                "I know, I'm just lovable."

                "You are so lovable." He grabbed her and began his assault on her mouth and senses. He pulled away after he had had as much of her as he could handle.

                "Why stopping? It was just getting good." She said with a sparkle in her eyes that had missing for so long.

                "So this job is definite?"

                "Yes it is. We signed this afternoon; I'll be assigned a few clients, until I get some of my own. The gala will give me an opportunity to meet some people looking for PR reps."

                "Great. I can't wait."

                "Me neither, in more ways than one." She pulled him to her lips and assaulted him as he had her. She started laughing.

                "What Buffy?"

                "I'm just thinking how it took me 23 years to finally get my life into place, a job, a good one, I've gotten the Slayer thing under control, and now I've got my man." He sat on the couch and she sat on top of him, straddling him. "Now first things first, work on the curse, then the mortal immortal thing."

                "Buffy, we could sort the immortal mortal thing out first, it seems if we can make me mortal, or something like it, the curse will be negated if we can get the demon out."

                "Yes, but if we get to the curse first, we can have fun while we're fixing the mortal immortal thing. And I so want to have fun with you." She kissed him playfully, biting his lower lip gently.

                "I thought that didn't matter."

                "It doesn't, but wouldn't it be an added bonus?"

                "Buffy, I think mortal immortal thing is best, if we can't figure that out, no sense in punishing ourselves by going all pelvic, and having to walk away."

                "Angel..."

                "Buffy, please don't go there with me, I can't walk away from you again, especially if we make love again."

                "Angel..." she put her finger to his mouth. "Angel, I don't want to make you watch me die, I won't. We'll give it a couple years, and if we can't figure it out, I'll walk away this time. But let's not think about that until later, okay? We'll pack it in the back of our mind, behind some of this." She licked his lips and plunged her tongue into his mouth, he was receptive. "Sound like a plan?"

                "Yes, it does, thank you."

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