"Willow, when do you get here?" Buffy asked, sitting on the couch hours later with ehr legs curled underneath her.
"Well, my plane leave in two hours so I should be there tomorrow, 8 in the morning your time."
"Okay, I'll send Dawny to get you and you guys can come straight here. You can stay in my room. Girl Talk!" She giggled.
"Buffy, I'm glad you're finally happy and that you're finally okay with who you are." Willow said, hanging up. Buffy smiled and picked up the photograph of Morpheus. She stared at it before her eyes turned cloudy and it fell in two pieces.
"So you wanna give me the real story behind all this."
"I am a Deity. A lower Deity, but I am one. It is the finality of my destiny as the strongest slayer. Sharp is who I am descending into. In a couple of years, I won't be able to shift back and forth. I will remain in my alter state. Well, that's how it is supposed to be. You see, Whistler and Willow are working on a serum to control my "Deity". I, Angel am a Goddess, conjured by the God Pluerus to protect the cause. I am the sacrifice for good versus evil. I am immortal." She finished.
"Hmm, so, I never heard of this why?"
"I never heard you had a son because...??? You said we didn't live in each others worlds anymore. I couldn't come to you when I needed you most and that was okay, because I became strong and I became my own person. I cried on my own, died on my own and I healed on my own. I'm a better God for it. Not to mention I do this cute glowy thing with my eyes and my...." He caught her mouth in a fiery kiss. Stunned, Buffy didn't move until his lips grappled at hers and she couldn't resist. She responded deliciously to his duel for dominance, massaging his tongue with her own. He broke away and held her forehead to his, caressing her cheeks.
"God, I've wanted to do that for years." He moaned. She smiled, and stepped away. She looked into his eyes, before they became teary and she walked to her room to climb into bed and cry, once more, for old times sake. After a few moments, she sensed him at her door and he entered through the threshold. Without turning to him, or looking at him, she asked.
"Tell me about him, Angel. Tell me about your son." In a voice of a small child.
"He's beautiful. He's strong and he's witty and sarcastic just like you almost." He had to crack a grin. "He's mine and Darla's son, Buffy." He looked at her form and it tensed immediately at the name of his sire. After this, he jumbled the words quickly from his mind about the many things concerning Conner. Then he went into his crush on Fred after he had rescued her fromt he alternate universe. He cringed away from her when she finally spoke and asked if it was same Fred he had been saving when she was off killing herself. He then, sighed and dove into the "Cordelia and Angel in Love Show". HE almost thought he heard her heart stop so he continued. He told her how they tried to be in love for about a year and even made love, but they knew they were kidding each other. Cordelia, deep down, still loved Doyle and missed Xander. She almost laughed at the thought of Queen C and Xander, but her gut wrenching pain of hearing him say he loved and made love to Cordelia was enough to shake her body to the bones. She slowly turned to face him finally, not wiping her falling tears and asked him,
"Why is it that after almost 6 years of leaving me, you can still hurt me so much?"
He couldn't answer her straightly, just looked in her eyes and shook his head.
"You left me so many years ago. You ended our future together, our relationship, our pure and loyal love so why do I feel like that stupid and naive 16 year old I felt like whenever I hear your name?" She brought her fist roughly and painfully to her chest, "And why can't I not love you and not feel you and not want you? You said you were cursed Angel. No, that's not it. I died and I came back to life loving you. I came back to life so messed up and out of my old self that I was fucking Spike and neglecting Dawn and slaying and wanting to die everyday, but I still knew. I still knew you. Why does my heart, my body, my blood know no other way than to love you?"
She tuned back over in the bed, so she wouldn't have to face him again.
"I'm cursed. I'm cursed with loving you until it kills me again." He climbed onto her bed and lay beside her, clenching and unclenching his fist and jaws to keep from touching her. Keep from holding her; to keep from crying with her.
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"Hey pencil Sharpener? Gay Blade? We're here!" Xander yelled through the compound. No answer. They took a seat while Willow lugged her bag down the hall to Buffy's room. She opened the door and was shocked and overwhelmed. There, on Buffy's bed lay Buffy, with her head buried in Angels clothed chest and his arms thrown possessively around her waist pulling her to him. Willow smiled, and backed out quietly. She met Dawn coming towards Buffy's room and stopped her.
"Don't go in there." She smiled.
"Why not? She needs to get her lazy bum up. It's almost 9 o'clock."
"Because, this is why." She said, cracking the door, to show the Picasso in life form.
"Hold mother of Sweet Jesus! How in the heck did that happen?" Dawn asked, stepping back.
"I don't know, but I hope it stays that way, at least until I leave." Willow grinned, throwing her arm around Dawn and heading to the kitchen. There, she encountered everyone from the AI team.
"Hi everyone, it's so nice to see you all again." Willow began, bringing everyone to her attention. Wesley walked in and Cordelia's mouth fell open.
"OOOOOOOOOOH! We have a major problem!" Gunn laughed.
"What's that?" Dawn asked, grabbing a grape from the counter and popping it into her mouth.
"Angel's gonna kill Wesley." Cordelia groaned.
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The room was warm and dark and all Buffy registered was a hard surface and Angel's scent. 'Wow, this is a good dream, I even get the sense of smell in this one?' she quipped. She slowly opened her eyes to see Angel staring down at her face and she quickly rolled away and stood. He continued to look at her and picked up her pillow and inhaled it. She shivered.
"I..have..to...get out of here." She studdered, shaking violently. He stood and caught her arm.
"Don't." He said deeply, pleadingly, seductively. She knew she should have turned away, knew she should have pushed him away, but she couldn't. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Angel please. Just let me get your son back so you can go back to your perfect life. I'm fine here. Really. I'm happy and Dawn is doing good in school and Giles has another book store and business is good, and fun. I'm fine. It's just, seeing you, brought back feelings. Brought back memories of the past."
His eyes grew cloudy and passionate as he watched her mouth move. Buffy knew that look. She lived for that look.
"Angel, don't. Please, don't. Don't make me want to love you again. Please. It'll kill me when you leave." She pleaded as his mouth descended on hers and he kissed her quietly. She responded, immediately, tears socking her face as his hands roamed her body. He felt home. Finally home. After her being gone, and Darla, and Fred, and Cordelia and the ordeal with his son, she felt so right and so warm and so good. Before he knew what was happening, they here undressing and he was kissing a trail down her neck and rubbing her body in all the right places to produce all the right sounds and then they were on the bed and he was kissing and sucking and licking all available parts of flesh and.........oh god, this was going to fast. It was spiraling out of control and he needed to grip more than her hips. He needed reality, also. They had things to talk about and things to get clear. He rolled from her and stood up. She stood with him, panting and grabbing her cloths. She began to runt o her bathroom when he caught her arm again.
"This is not over. When we're done, finding Conner, we are going to talk about this. I still love you too." He said, before letting her go. She slammed the door behind her and sank to the floor and Angel grabbed his shirt and put it back on. He walked to the door and put his hand on it.
"I love you, mo gra." He whispered against the door, then left.