Chap 7
I awake and suddenly I remember that I am in heaven - No take that back. I am at Angel's, which is practically the definition of Heaven in my opinion. I feel a movement at my side and there he is still sat, clutching my hand.
He is true to his word.
But this has shocked me. Why has he stayed by my side? I must have been asleep for hours.
My throat is dry but still I manage to utter a few words "Phone?" He looks at me puzzled for a moment almost as if his mind is busy translating what a phone actually is.
"You don't have a phone?" This man is most defiantly insane.
"Yeah I have a phone... Somewhere." He starts spinning around the room in search of the phone.
I start to laugh. Can you imagine not living without a phone? Not being able to gossip to your mate more than 20 zillion times a day?
He turns and smiles, that perfect unblemished, dazzling smile. *sigh.*
"What are you laughing at?" He picks up what looks like a phone and dusts it with the edge of his sleeve.
"You. How can you live without a phone?"
"Easy." He smiles and hands it to me.
Instantly I dial Willows number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Will - "
"Buffy! Oh my god, we've been so worried! Your mother's been on the phone and Giles has been out looking for you! W-we thought something might have happened."
Wow that girl had learnt to talk in ultra speedo language.
"I'm Okay, I'm at A-a friends, I was injured last night so h-she helped me." Could not tell Willow who he was.
By now Angel is looking at me questionably. Don't do that with your eyes! I might have to steal them and keep them so only I can look at your gorgeous eyes.
"Well your mom thinks your at mine anyway, where are you? I'll come pick you up"
"Uh no it's ok, I'll walk back later."
"You sure?"
"Yeah I'll be fine. Bye"
Replacing the handset proved to be harder than imagined. Turns out I doubt I would be walking home that night. My whole body started to ache and without realising it, I let out a whimper of pain.
Within moments he was back at my side, concern filled his face and a strong hand met mine to reassure and comfort me.
A tear drizzled down my face as I prayed the pain would subside but despite my prayers, the pain continued. I leaned to the side and found my head now buried in Angel's shirt. How god damn embarrassing is that? I hardly know the guy and I have my head firmly pressed to his chest (yum! Stop thinking like that Buffy. Down girl!) Crying desperately. More to the point, I am the slayer! Slayers don't cry!
I feel his hands against my stomach as he lifts my top to take a look at the already healing wound. I stop crying and try to take a look at it. I can see that it has stopped bleeding and already the skin is starting to knit itself back together.
I let my head hit the pillow behind me and I sigh.
"I won't be leaving tonight will I?"
"Doesn't look like it."
"Phone" I sigh, taking the phone from his outstretched hand and yet again dialling Willow's number to tell her that I won't be back for a few days.
******
The following few days was spent with me lain out on the Sofa and being waited on hand and foot by Angel. Which I have to say is pretty damn good. I lay there, watching his handsome self walk back and forth in front of me and I even caught a glimpse at his half nakedness.
Oh what a moment I will treasure forever
His perfect muscles that gleamed in the light of the lamps (that were everywhere) and each muscle in turn tightened as he turned his body to pick up his next shirt. Wow. Wow. Wow!
Also did you know that the dead smell really good?
I mean heavenly good. As in I want to lick your body good. As in don't you dare leave my side for I can't live without that smell. Just thinking about it makes me quiver.
"Come on." He reaches out a hand to me and urges me to get up.
I take it grudgingly cause now I know if I can move ok, I have to go home and leave his presence.
I stand and wobble at first, my side starts to ache yet again and for a fleeting moment I think I'm going to hit the ground. Strong arms wrap around me and I'm safe once more.
"This is not a good idea." A moment passes and I break the silence as his deep eyes penetrate my own.
"You can do this." He almost whispers it.
So I start to walk, first with the aid of him, leaning my weight against his body and then on my own with him just beside me just in case I fall. But I did not fall. I took this as an opportunity to look around his living quarters.
Not only is the guy gorgeous and kind, he lives in a huge mansion! As I paced from room to room I stood in awe at the size of the rooms, from the dining room to the kitchens.
"Nice place."
"I know" Why was he staring at me?
"Live here alone?" Stupid damn question Buffy, you've been lying on his sofa for the past few days and you know no one has entered the house.
"Yes."
"So no girlfriend then?" See that was the question I was getting too. The dreaded are you single question that most girls asked when they were interested in a guy.
He almost snorted behind me. I spun around, a little too fast and he caught me in his open arms.
Our eyes met as he held me against him, our bodies firmly pressed against one another. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought I was going to die, his eyes pierced into my own seeking out the depths of my soul. I really like this guy, he has layers. Yay layers!
"No." His nose brushed against mine very slowly and I closed my eyes as I swallowed down the lump that appeared in my throat. Why was I so nervous? I kept my eyes closed as I felt his hands travel from my arms to around my back, pulling me gently closer to his body (if that was at all possible) and then as if waiting for this moment forever, his lips met mine in a fiery kiss that could have stopped anyone's heart.
But not mine.
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I awake and suddenly I remember that I am in heaven - No take that back. I am at Angel's, which is practically the definition of Heaven in my opinion. I feel a movement at my side and there he is still sat, clutching my hand.
He is true to his word.
But this has shocked me. Why has he stayed by my side? I must have been asleep for hours.
My throat is dry but still I manage to utter a few words "Phone?" He looks at me puzzled for a moment almost as if his mind is busy translating what a phone actually is.
"You don't have a phone?" This man is most defiantly insane.
"Yeah I have a phone... Somewhere." He starts spinning around the room in search of the phone.
I start to laugh. Can you imagine not living without a phone? Not being able to gossip to your mate more than 20 zillion times a day?
He turns and smiles, that perfect unblemished, dazzling smile. *sigh.*
"What are you laughing at?" He picks up what looks like a phone and dusts it with the edge of his sleeve.
"You. How can you live without a phone?"
"Easy." He smiles and hands it to me.
Instantly I dial Willows number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Will - "
"Buffy! Oh my god, we've been so worried! Your mother's been on the phone and Giles has been out looking for you! W-we thought something might have happened."
Wow that girl had learnt to talk in ultra speedo language.
"I'm Okay, I'm at A-a friends, I was injured last night so h-she helped me." Could not tell Willow who he was.
By now Angel is looking at me questionably. Don't do that with your eyes! I might have to steal them and keep them so only I can look at your gorgeous eyes.
"Well your mom thinks your at mine anyway, where are you? I'll come pick you up"
"Uh no it's ok, I'll walk back later."
"You sure?"
"Yeah I'll be fine. Bye"
Replacing the handset proved to be harder than imagined. Turns out I doubt I would be walking home that night. My whole body started to ache and without realising it, I let out a whimper of pain.
Within moments he was back at my side, concern filled his face and a strong hand met mine to reassure and comfort me.
A tear drizzled down my face as I prayed the pain would subside but despite my prayers, the pain continued. I leaned to the side and found my head now buried in Angel's shirt. How god damn embarrassing is that? I hardly know the guy and I have my head firmly pressed to his chest (yum! Stop thinking like that Buffy. Down girl!) Crying desperately. More to the point, I am the slayer! Slayers don't cry!
I feel his hands against my stomach as he lifts my top to take a look at the already healing wound. I stop crying and try to take a look at it. I can see that it has stopped bleeding and already the skin is starting to knit itself back together.
I let my head hit the pillow behind me and I sigh.
"I won't be leaving tonight will I?"
"Doesn't look like it."
"Phone" I sigh, taking the phone from his outstretched hand and yet again dialling Willow's number to tell her that I won't be back for a few days.
******
The following few days was spent with me lain out on the Sofa and being waited on hand and foot by Angel. Which I have to say is pretty damn good. I lay there, watching his handsome self walk back and forth in front of me and I even caught a glimpse at his half nakedness.
Oh what a moment I will treasure forever
His perfect muscles that gleamed in the light of the lamps (that were everywhere) and each muscle in turn tightened as he turned his body to pick up his next shirt. Wow. Wow. Wow!
Also did you know that the dead smell really good?
I mean heavenly good. As in I want to lick your body good. As in don't you dare leave my side for I can't live without that smell. Just thinking about it makes me quiver.
"Come on." He reaches out a hand to me and urges me to get up.
I take it grudgingly cause now I know if I can move ok, I have to go home and leave his presence.
I stand and wobble at first, my side starts to ache yet again and for a fleeting moment I think I'm going to hit the ground. Strong arms wrap around me and I'm safe once more.
"This is not a good idea." A moment passes and I break the silence as his deep eyes penetrate my own.
"You can do this." He almost whispers it.
So I start to walk, first with the aid of him, leaning my weight against his body and then on my own with him just beside me just in case I fall. But I did not fall. I took this as an opportunity to look around his living quarters.
Not only is the guy gorgeous and kind, he lives in a huge mansion! As I paced from room to room I stood in awe at the size of the rooms, from the dining room to the kitchens.
"Nice place."
"I know" Why was he staring at me?
"Live here alone?" Stupid damn question Buffy, you've been lying on his sofa for the past few days and you know no one has entered the house.
"Yes."
"So no girlfriend then?" See that was the question I was getting too. The dreaded are you single question that most girls asked when they were interested in a guy.
He almost snorted behind me. I spun around, a little too fast and he caught me in his open arms.
Our eyes met as he held me against him, our bodies firmly pressed against one another. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought I was going to die, his eyes pierced into my own seeking out the depths of my soul. I really like this guy, he has layers. Yay layers!
"No." His nose brushed against mine very slowly and I closed my eyes as I swallowed down the lump that appeared in my throat. Why was I so nervous? I kept my eyes closed as I felt his hands travel from my arms to around my back, pulling me gently closer to his body (if that was at all possible) and then as if waiting for this moment forever, his lips met mine in a fiery kiss that could have stopped anyone's heart.
But not mine.
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