My Unsung Hero
Author: Bitca E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on. It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
Rating: Will eventually become 'R' rated. (
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D
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Part 4
"Could you get the board out of the cupboard? It's up there," Dawn pointed to the top shelf of the pantry, where she obviously couldn't quite reach. Angel reached up searching for it, suddenly wincing. "What's wrong?" she asked concerned.
He pulled the board down and placed it on the bench in the center of the kitchen. Then examined his hand, lowering it to show Dawn.
"Ouch!" she said as she gently took his hand in hers. "I'll get it out for you." She said unfazed that he had a rather nasty piece of metal lodged like a splinter deep in his palm. He frowned slightly at her eagerness, but didn't pull back. "I won't hurt you. I have long nails, believe me it makes it easier," she shook her head at his uncertainty. "Does it hurt?" she asked interested.
He nodded back and couldn't help smiling at her interest. She tugged on it, and he wrenched his hand out of her grip. "Ow, enough with the yankin'!" he breathed with wide eyes, cradling the hand to him, trying to protect it and surprised by how much it hurt.
"Oh don't be such a baby. Come here!" she said grabbing his arm and forcing his hand down so she could see.
"Buffy you're Naked!" she said suddenly looking at the kitchen doorway. Angel's head shot up immediately searching the doorway for her, and Dawn quickly ripped the splinter out.
He turned to look at her shocked. She grinned up at him holding the large piece of shrapnel in her hand before him. "Ow," he breathed with restraint, with a hardened jaw he took it from her outstretched palm and placed it sheepishly in the bin. He held his injured hand possessively to him.
"You-"
"Deserved that!" she said finishing the sentence smugly for him. He didn't reply, only gave her a defeated glare. "Oh come on, you were never going to let me just pull it out. You needed a distraction, and you're just pissed it worked," she grinned evilly.
"I'm not pissed, I'm just." he said defending the last shreds of dignity he had left.
"Embarrassed?" she finished again as she handed him the frying pan.
"Yes," he finally said as he took to pan from her turning his back to her. He could hear her giggling still as he started making the scrambled eggs.
"Aawww. Not seeing Buff in the buff, eh?" her voice dripping with sarcasm. She paused, frowning as she realised what she had said. "Never-mind, " she came around the table to help him.
Buffy stood quietly behind the door, smiling to herself.
"Do you guys need some help, destroying the kitchen?" she made a perfectly timed entrance, as they finished cooking. She had gone and gotten dressed while they continued to make breakfast and didn't have the heart to interrupt them, plus she didn't want to have to help, the sight and smell of raw bacon might make her vomit.
"Nope, it's ready," Dawn turned and placed the three warmed plates down on the table in the middle of the kitchen that they were going to eat at. They all sat down and served themselves, Angel going last and having the least of course. Buffy smiled at him when she saw him eating, then avoided eye contact with him for the rest of breakfast. Dawn kept the conversation going, which also made it easier.
Buffy stared down at her bacon, really looking at it before she ate it, wasn't a good idea, the more she stared at the meat, the less likely she felt of eating it. It was strange once you thought about it, why eat it? It's pink and brown, meat, dead animal, probably a part of a pig's leg. Then why did it taste so good, and why was it so perfect to have with breakfast, and how come it went so well with eggs and tomato and toast? Why did some things just fit perfectly with each other and others not? 'Weird,' she thought as she pierced it with her fork and shovelled it into her mouth. 'Oh well, it tastes good,'
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Dawn conveniently disappeared for the cleaning up, so Angel washed and Buffy dried.
Buffy placed a freshly dried plate on the table, though it fell with a crash to the floor. Angel turned and bent down with Buffy to pick up the pieces.
"Ow," Buffy winced as she sliced her thumb open on the sharp edge of the plate.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked as they both rose from the floor.
Buffy nodded and looked up into his concern filled gaze as she sucked on her wounded thumb. Angel gently took her wrist in his hand and slowly guided her hand to him. He looked with scrutiny down at her thumb, and Buffy watched him in anticipation.
Angel met her eyes again and smiled as he brought her thumb to his lips and softly kissed it. But Buffy wanted his lips on hers not on her thumb. Still holding her hand he brought it to his chest, drawing her closer to him almost reading her mind. Her entire body tingled as goose bumps rose all over her skin as she looked up into his soft warm brown eyes, his hands still held hers tightly to his chest, and his head ducked ever so slightly as hers tilted upwards to softly meet his lips.
"Knock, knock," They broke apart with a start. Dawn sighed and rolled her eyes as she made her way back into the kitchen from her hiding place to join Angel, as he dried his hands on the tea-towel Buffy had left.
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Now, before you get any ideas, where it says 'washing' in the preview teaser it is referring to her Laundry, not Angel bathing her, okay. I just didn't want you to get all excited over nothing, so stay calm they are just doing the laundry ;) and there is no bubble bath or sponge involved!! :D *evil grin* mwahahahaha!! :P
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"You don't have to help, I don't mind," she said referring to his ministrations in more than just her washing.
"I don't either," in all honesty what else was he supposed to do?
Her reticence towards him was hurtful, she had opened up to him before but now she had her prickles out, and he was having a hard time getting trying to get through to her with out her wanting to stake him.
"What are these?" he asked in exaggerated disbelief as he held up the sexy red lace G-String.
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Author: Bitca E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on. It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
Rating: Will eventually become 'R' rated. (
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D
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Part 4
"Could you get the board out of the cupboard? It's up there," Dawn pointed to the top shelf of the pantry, where she obviously couldn't quite reach. Angel reached up searching for it, suddenly wincing. "What's wrong?" she asked concerned.
He pulled the board down and placed it on the bench in the center of the kitchen. Then examined his hand, lowering it to show Dawn.
"Ouch!" she said as she gently took his hand in hers. "I'll get it out for you." She said unfazed that he had a rather nasty piece of metal lodged like a splinter deep in his palm. He frowned slightly at her eagerness, but didn't pull back. "I won't hurt you. I have long nails, believe me it makes it easier," she shook her head at his uncertainty. "Does it hurt?" she asked interested.
He nodded back and couldn't help smiling at her interest. She tugged on it, and he wrenched his hand out of her grip. "Ow, enough with the yankin'!" he breathed with wide eyes, cradling the hand to him, trying to protect it and surprised by how much it hurt.
"Oh don't be such a baby. Come here!" she said grabbing his arm and forcing his hand down so she could see.
"Buffy you're Naked!" she said suddenly looking at the kitchen doorway. Angel's head shot up immediately searching the doorway for her, and Dawn quickly ripped the splinter out.
He turned to look at her shocked. She grinned up at him holding the large piece of shrapnel in her hand before him. "Ow," he breathed with restraint, with a hardened jaw he took it from her outstretched palm and placed it sheepishly in the bin. He held his injured hand possessively to him.
"You-"
"Deserved that!" she said finishing the sentence smugly for him. He didn't reply, only gave her a defeated glare. "Oh come on, you were never going to let me just pull it out. You needed a distraction, and you're just pissed it worked," she grinned evilly.
"I'm not pissed, I'm just." he said defending the last shreds of dignity he had left.
"Embarrassed?" she finished again as she handed him the frying pan.
"Yes," he finally said as he took to pan from her turning his back to her. He could hear her giggling still as he started making the scrambled eggs.
"Aawww. Not seeing Buff in the buff, eh?" her voice dripping with sarcasm. She paused, frowning as she realised what she had said. "Never-mind, " she came around the table to help him.
Buffy stood quietly behind the door, smiling to herself.
"Do you guys need some help, destroying the kitchen?" she made a perfectly timed entrance, as they finished cooking. She had gone and gotten dressed while they continued to make breakfast and didn't have the heart to interrupt them, plus she didn't want to have to help, the sight and smell of raw bacon might make her vomit.
"Nope, it's ready," Dawn turned and placed the three warmed plates down on the table in the middle of the kitchen that they were going to eat at. They all sat down and served themselves, Angel going last and having the least of course. Buffy smiled at him when she saw him eating, then avoided eye contact with him for the rest of breakfast. Dawn kept the conversation going, which also made it easier.
Buffy stared down at her bacon, really looking at it before she ate it, wasn't a good idea, the more she stared at the meat, the less likely she felt of eating it. It was strange once you thought about it, why eat it? It's pink and brown, meat, dead animal, probably a part of a pig's leg. Then why did it taste so good, and why was it so perfect to have with breakfast, and how come it went so well with eggs and tomato and toast? Why did some things just fit perfectly with each other and others not? 'Weird,' she thought as she pierced it with her fork and shovelled it into her mouth. 'Oh well, it tastes good,'
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Dawn conveniently disappeared for the cleaning up, so Angel washed and Buffy dried.
Buffy placed a freshly dried plate on the table, though it fell with a crash to the floor. Angel turned and bent down with Buffy to pick up the pieces.
"Ow," Buffy winced as she sliced her thumb open on the sharp edge of the plate.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked as they both rose from the floor.
Buffy nodded and looked up into his concern filled gaze as she sucked on her wounded thumb. Angel gently took her wrist in his hand and slowly guided her hand to him. He looked with scrutiny down at her thumb, and Buffy watched him in anticipation.
Angel met her eyes again and smiled as he brought her thumb to his lips and softly kissed it. But Buffy wanted his lips on hers not on her thumb. Still holding her hand he brought it to his chest, drawing her closer to him almost reading her mind. Her entire body tingled as goose bumps rose all over her skin as she looked up into his soft warm brown eyes, his hands still held hers tightly to his chest, and his head ducked ever so slightly as hers tilted upwards to softly meet his lips.
"Knock, knock," They broke apart with a start. Dawn sighed and rolled her eyes as she made her way back into the kitchen from her hiding place to join Angel, as he dried his hands on the tea-towel Buffy had left.
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Now, before you get any ideas, where it says 'washing' in the preview teaser it is referring to her Laundry, not Angel bathing her, okay. I just didn't want you to get all excited over nothing, so stay calm they are just doing the laundry ;) and there is no bubble bath or sponge involved!! :D *evil grin* mwahahahaha!! :P
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"You don't have to help, I don't mind," she said referring to his ministrations in more than just her washing.
"I don't either," in all honesty what else was he supposed to do?
Her reticence towards him was hurtful, she had opened up to him before but now she had her prickles out, and he was having a hard time getting trying to get through to her with out her wanting to stake him.
"What are these?" he asked in exaggerated disbelief as he held up the sexy red lace G-String.
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