-Does he know she kisses like me?-
He's out there lurking. He's forgotten I can feel him. Riley actually thought he was evil again. First of all, I should have slapped him for thinking such a thing. I figure he's gotten beaten down enough tonight as it is. Secondly, ok it is Angel but see first of all. Why did he have to look so good? He could have at least had the decency to show up looking like crap. Ok, so I've never actually seen Angel look like crap. Even after a century or so in Hell, he was beautiful. It's not really fair to Riley. How is he supposed to compare.
Ok, Buffy, get it together. Riley is your boyfriend, your normal boyfriend, your very non creature of the night boyfriend. Angel left you, remember. Doesn't matter my heart screams. Bad heart, very very bad heart. I catch a glimpse of Riley and me in the mirror. I hate that. I step forward, edging him out of the mirror.
I don't know what Riley is saying. I'm trying to pay attention, really, but he's out there, lurking. I lean forward and tiptoe to kiss Riley. I know Riley's taller but Angel seems bigger somehow. He fills up a space when he's in it, or maybe it's that the lights go dim everywhere else when he's in a room. He taught me how to kiss. There were many nights spent in the cemeteries. Nights we were supposed to patrol, nights I couldn't have cared if vampires over ran the city. The only one I cared about was kissing me. I wanted to die when he kissed me. In the romance novels the heroine's knees always go weak when the hero kisses her. I thought that was just silly. I mean come on, it's a kiss. This is not an amazing revolution or a life changing moment. And then he kissed me. It's true my knees went weak, I couldn't breath, and my toes went numb. I wanted to die. I moan softly just thinking about it. Riley looks at me oddly. I don't think I've ever made that noise around him. My knees do not go weak when Riley kisses me and much to my dismay, I find I can breathe just fine.
I watch out the window as Riley leaves through the back door. Angel's walked on. I can still feel him but it's not as strong. I don't even waste time with a jacket. I run out the front door and down the sidewalk, pausing at the end, trying to decide which way to go. My Angel senses tell me to the right.
He's there, melting into the shadows in the way only he can.
"Angel," I yell breathlessly. I really didn't run that far or that hard. The only excuse for my breathlessness is turning and looking at me. I walk up to him. Keep it together, Buffy. Keep it casual. I take a deep breath and try to slow my heartbeat down, knowing he can hear it.
"Buffy," He says softly. Why can't Riley say my name like that? Angel caresses it. I've always known my name sounds kind of silly. It sounds silly coming out of Riley's mouth. It sounds perfect when Angel says it.
I don't know why I came down here. We said everything we needed to say. This is just redundant. It only makes saying goodbye harder, and saying goodbye to Angel is never easy. It feels like he's being ripped from me every time he leaves.
I can't help it. I throw myself at him, my lips finding his and I'm falling into him. Everything narrows down to just our lips. His are cool and soft, teasing on mine. His mouth is cool. I love the way it takes on the warmth of mine. I love the way his cool tongue warms inside my mouth, the way he slides it across my lips and suckles at my bottom lip. My knees go weak. He holds me up with one strong arm around my waist and I know if it weren't for that I would fall.
When our lips separate the world falls back into place with an audible pop. I touch my fingers to my lips, desperate to seal the kiss in place. I turn and run back to my dorm room.
He's out there lurking. He's forgotten I can feel him. Riley actually thought he was evil again. First of all, I should have slapped him for thinking such a thing. I figure he's gotten beaten down enough tonight as it is. Secondly, ok it is Angel but see first of all. Why did he have to look so good? He could have at least had the decency to show up looking like crap. Ok, so I've never actually seen Angel look like crap. Even after a century or so in Hell, he was beautiful. It's not really fair to Riley. How is he supposed to compare.
Ok, Buffy, get it together. Riley is your boyfriend, your normal boyfriend, your very non creature of the night boyfriend. Angel left you, remember. Doesn't matter my heart screams. Bad heart, very very bad heart. I catch a glimpse of Riley and me in the mirror. I hate that. I step forward, edging him out of the mirror.
I don't know what Riley is saying. I'm trying to pay attention, really, but he's out there, lurking. I lean forward and tiptoe to kiss Riley. I know Riley's taller but Angel seems bigger somehow. He fills up a space when he's in it, or maybe it's that the lights go dim everywhere else when he's in a room. He taught me how to kiss. There were many nights spent in the cemeteries. Nights we were supposed to patrol, nights I couldn't have cared if vampires over ran the city. The only one I cared about was kissing me. I wanted to die when he kissed me. In the romance novels the heroine's knees always go weak when the hero kisses her. I thought that was just silly. I mean come on, it's a kiss. This is not an amazing revolution or a life changing moment. And then he kissed me. It's true my knees went weak, I couldn't breath, and my toes went numb. I wanted to die. I moan softly just thinking about it. Riley looks at me oddly. I don't think I've ever made that noise around him. My knees do not go weak when Riley kisses me and much to my dismay, I find I can breathe just fine.
I watch out the window as Riley leaves through the back door. Angel's walked on. I can still feel him but it's not as strong. I don't even waste time with a jacket. I run out the front door and down the sidewalk, pausing at the end, trying to decide which way to go. My Angel senses tell me to the right.
He's there, melting into the shadows in the way only he can.
"Angel," I yell breathlessly. I really didn't run that far or that hard. The only excuse for my breathlessness is turning and looking at me. I walk up to him. Keep it together, Buffy. Keep it casual. I take a deep breath and try to slow my heartbeat down, knowing he can hear it.
"Buffy," He says softly. Why can't Riley say my name like that? Angel caresses it. I've always known my name sounds kind of silly. It sounds silly coming out of Riley's mouth. It sounds perfect when Angel says it.
I don't know why I came down here. We said everything we needed to say. This is just redundant. It only makes saying goodbye harder, and saying goodbye to Angel is never easy. It feels like he's being ripped from me every time he leaves.
I can't help it. I throw myself at him, my lips finding his and I'm falling into him. Everything narrows down to just our lips. His are cool and soft, teasing on mine. His mouth is cool. I love the way it takes on the warmth of mine. I love the way his cool tongue warms inside my mouth, the way he slides it across my lips and suckles at my bottom lip. My knees go weak. He holds me up with one strong arm around my waist and I know if it weren't for that I would fall.
When our lips separate the world falls back into place with an audible pop. I touch my fingers to my lips, desperate to seal the kiss in place. I turn and run back to my dorm room.