Angel lay back on her bed, pulling the slight woman up to him. Buffy smiled up at her love, then rested her head on his still chest. He reached down and pulled her pale green duvet over them, then wrapped his arms around her. Angel dropped a kiss on her silky hair, paused, and then tilted her head up for a tender kiss.
"I love you." He whispered.
Buffy kissed him again and replied, "I love you so much. God, when you left, I thought I was going to... I missed you so much. Willow, Xander, they must be so sick of me right now. Buffy, the mope-a-holic, that was me."
Angel pulled her closer, let her settle into him, wishing he could just take her inside him and never let her out, out in the real world where people can hurt her and yell at her and make her cry. Instead, he purred, letting his chest vibrate against her cheek like she loved, and murmured, "I'll never, ever leave you alone again. I'll be with you, always. You'll probably get very sick of me."
Craning her neck to look at him, she said firmly, "No! I could never..." At his smirk, she stopped, "Hey! You made a funny!" Buffy beamed. Angel chuckled. How could he have ever managed to stay even a day away from this perfection, this joy, this tiny blonde heaven?
They lay in sated silence, quiet, sleepy. Angel listened as her breathing changed, became deeper, with longer pauses, as her heartbeat slowed. Once he was sure she was safely asleep, he closed his own eyes and drifted off to sleep, waiting for morning.
Or someone entering the room.
Angel jerked awake next to his still sleeping beloved, and held her protectively as the dorm door opened. He checked the clock quickly; it was still hours to dawn. Who would be slipping quietly into the Slayer's home at this time?
A shock of red hair slipped through, and he relaxed. Still in darkness, Angel silently slipped from Buffy's arms and pulled on his black pants. He crept over to Willow and tapped her shoulder. She let out a small yelp and jumped, swiveled in midair, and dropped her book bag.
"Angel!" The redhead cried out in relief.
"Shhhh..." He whispered, "Buffy's still asleep."
Willow nodded, then blushed. He looked at her quizzically and she waved a hand towards his bare chest. Angel smiled, a small smile, and murmured, "Can I talk to you?"
She nodded again, and mumbled, "Outside."
"I love you." He whispered.
Buffy kissed him again and replied, "I love you so much. God, when you left, I thought I was going to... I missed you so much. Willow, Xander, they must be so sick of me right now. Buffy, the mope-a-holic, that was me."
Angel pulled her closer, let her settle into him, wishing he could just take her inside him and never let her out, out in the real world where people can hurt her and yell at her and make her cry. Instead, he purred, letting his chest vibrate against her cheek like she loved, and murmured, "I'll never, ever leave you alone again. I'll be with you, always. You'll probably get very sick of me."
Craning her neck to look at him, she said firmly, "No! I could never..." At his smirk, she stopped, "Hey! You made a funny!" Buffy beamed. Angel chuckled. How could he have ever managed to stay even a day away from this perfection, this joy, this tiny blonde heaven?
They lay in sated silence, quiet, sleepy. Angel listened as her breathing changed, became deeper, with longer pauses, as her heartbeat slowed. Once he was sure she was safely asleep, he closed his own eyes and drifted off to sleep, waiting for morning.
Or someone entering the room.
Angel jerked awake next to his still sleeping beloved, and held her protectively as the dorm door opened. He checked the clock quickly; it was still hours to dawn. Who would be slipping quietly into the Slayer's home at this time?
A shock of red hair slipped through, and he relaxed. Still in darkness, Angel silently slipped from Buffy's arms and pulled on his black pants. He crept over to Willow and tapped her shoulder. She let out a small yelp and jumped, swiveled in midair, and dropped her book bag.
"Angel!" The redhead cried out in relief.
"Shhhh..." He whispered, "Buffy's still asleep."
Willow nodded, then blushed. He looked at her quizzically and she waved a hand towards his bare chest. Angel smiled, a small smile, and murmured, "Can I talk to you?"
She nodded again, and mumbled, "Outside."
