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SeXy RaCh- Thanx so much for your reviews. I am glad you like it. I aim to please.
Fischergirl-You read my mind. She's not just gonna accept him back, she's got some things to work out and so does he. Keep reading!
Maliek, brigurl, Tariq, CF- Thanks you from the bottom of my little B/A obsessive heart for your reviews!
Queen Boadicea- I just recently saw a pic. of Michelle Tractenberg and I believe her hair color is red, and I always thought her hair was dark red/brunette. But I was thinking of Dawn, the Key herself. I just guess I should have made that clearer. You're sharp. Thanks for reading and being a faithful reviewer (
BTW- Thanks to freetranslation.com for the Italian stuff, cause I don't actually speak Italian. LoL
Ch.3 Dinner
"Wow." Buffy said after Angel explained everything to her. Connor, Illyria, his Shanshu, Spike, everything.
They were sitting in Buffy's small, but cozy living room. Buffy sat on the love seat across the coffee table from Angel, who had a mug of tea in his hands on the other couch.
It was dark outside now and the crickets chirped coming in the open window, through the silence between the soulmates.
"So you decided to come here?" Buffy asked, looking at the striking ex- vampire.
"Yeah." Angel said.
"Did you...I mean wow Angel I am so happy for you..."
Angel smiled.
"But, what are you expecting?"
Angel's smile vanished and it was replaced by confusion, "What do you mean?"
"It's just...I don't know, what did you expect coming out here? I am glad you did and it's beyond amazing! But..."
"Buffy I didn't expect anything. I wanted to tell you, in person. You are the most important thing to me, to my soul and this is something I felt I had, no it is something I want to share with you."
Angel got up from his spot and sat on the coffee table, knee to knee with Buffy and he pulled her tiny hands in his, "Buffy I didn't forget about your perplexing cookie dough speech, but I was hoping that maybe you were, you know...maybe cookies."
Buffy laughed, "I don't even know where that cookie analogy came from."
They both shared a chuckle and then Buffy continued, more seriously now, "I'm not done baking Angel. I don't know if I ever will be."
She let go of Angel's hands. He sighed.
"I am willing to wait Buffy. I don't want to spend my humanity with anybody else."
Buffy gave a weak little smile, "Do you want to eat something?" she offered.
"I'd love that."
Buffy got up and headed to the kitchen, Angel followed and sat on a stool opposite the island in the center of the kitchen.
"I can make some pasta, or something that loosely looks like pasta, but could be something else entirely. Dawn kind of cringes when I suggest that I cook, that's usually her area, I'm dessert lady." She told him, looking from the refrigerator.
Angel laughed, "I am sure it tastes great."
Buffy shot him a mock look, "You're a terrible liar."
Angel chuckled, "Pasta sounds good."
With that Buffy gathered the supplies to make dinner and started boiling water.
She looked up from what she was doing and gazed at Angel who was watching her attempts at cooking, "Have you ever...had pasta before?"
Angel shook his head.
"Mine probably isn't the best to start on, but I'll do my best."
Angel laughed and Buffy went back to her efforts.
When everything was ready Angel stood up, "Let me help."
Buffy smiled and nodded, she had remained rather silent while she cooked and felt Angel's eyes on her the whole time, it was sort of comforting knowing he was here and watching her.
'No that's not creepy at all Buffy.' She thought to herself.
Angel easily found the dinnerware and set the plates, forks and knives on the table on top of nice placemats he found.
He finally took of his duster and hung it on the back of his chair.
Buffy brought the bowl full of noodles and sauce to the table.
"What would you like to drink? We have plenty of water, and Dawn got some fruit drink's that tastes like candy."
Angel shrugged.
"Oh! I know." She said and she turned to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine.
"I figure that living in Italy I should at least try some of their wine, but I never really had the occasion. I'd say you being human qualifies."
Angel beamed at her and she grinned back. She popped the cork and offered Angel a glass. He accepted.
Buffy sat the bottle down and sat at her plate. She dished out the food, "Mangiare bene!" (Eat Well)
"Ringraziarlo." He thanked her.
"Lei sono il benvenuto." She tried in her best Italian to reply, but stumbled over her words.
They both laughed.
"Italian's not so great yet." Buffy said and took a bite of her food.
"It's fine. I got what you meant."
She smiled, "How's it taste?"
"It's great!" He said and took another enthusiastic bite.
"And yet, still a bad liar."
"No it is, but...is it supposed to be so...mushy."
Buffy laughed, "Yeah."
"Oh, then it's great."
They ate their food in silence and when Buffy cleared the plates and began rinsing them in the sink, then she finally spoke, "So what happens now?"
Angel stood and brought the glasses to the sink, "I don't know. I think you said something about dessert."
Buffy finished rinsing the plate and looked up at him, "I meant with you."
"Oh. Well I don't know. I might stay in Rome for a day or two, I haven't been here in a few decades, then go back to LA."
"And us...what will happen with us?"
"Whatever you want. We'll keep in touch."
"Mmmk." There was another silence, "So dessert?"
Angel nodded.
Buffy made an arrangement of several types of fruits and in the center there was a small bowl of sugar-free vanilla gelato.
"Enjoy!" She said picking up a strawberry and dipping it in the gelato.
Angel did the same and found it to be one of the best things he has ever eaten, "Wow!"
Buffy laughed and smiled, "See, I am much better at dessert."
Angel nodded and wolfed down some more fruits.
Minutes later Angel found himself utterly full.
"Thank you." He said, helping Buffy clear the table of the fruit platter.
"No sweat. I am just glad I could...feed you." She hit her head at how stupid that must have sounded.
"I am glad too."
They gazed at each other for what felt like hours and then Angel broke the silence, "I should go."
He went to the table for his coat and put it on.
Buffy's face fell and she walked over to him, she grabbed his warm hand, "Could you...can I listen?"
Angel knew what she meant and nodded his head. She led him into the living room and sat him on an armchair. She curled up next to him and laid her head on his broad chest.
'Thump, thump, thump.' His heart beat and with that, Buffy fell into the most peaceful sleep she had had since the last time she had fallen asleep in his arms, all those years ago.
Read and Review!
SeXy RaCh- Thanx so much for your reviews. I am glad you like it. I aim to please.
Fischergirl-You read my mind. She's not just gonna accept him back, she's got some things to work out and so does he. Keep reading!
Maliek, brigurl, Tariq, CF- Thanks you from the bottom of my little B/A obsessive heart for your reviews!
Queen Boadicea- I just recently saw a pic. of Michelle Tractenberg and I believe her hair color is red, and I always thought her hair was dark red/brunette. But I was thinking of Dawn, the Key herself. I just guess I should have made that clearer. You're sharp. Thanks for reading and being a faithful reviewer (
BTW- Thanks to freetranslation.com for the Italian stuff, cause I don't actually speak Italian. LoL
Ch.3 Dinner
"Wow." Buffy said after Angel explained everything to her. Connor, Illyria, his Shanshu, Spike, everything.
They were sitting in Buffy's small, but cozy living room. Buffy sat on the love seat across the coffee table from Angel, who had a mug of tea in his hands on the other couch.
It was dark outside now and the crickets chirped coming in the open window, through the silence between the soulmates.
"So you decided to come here?" Buffy asked, looking at the striking ex- vampire.
"Yeah." Angel said.
"Did you...I mean wow Angel I am so happy for you..."
Angel smiled.
"But, what are you expecting?"
Angel's smile vanished and it was replaced by confusion, "What do you mean?"
"It's just...I don't know, what did you expect coming out here? I am glad you did and it's beyond amazing! But..."
"Buffy I didn't expect anything. I wanted to tell you, in person. You are the most important thing to me, to my soul and this is something I felt I had, no it is something I want to share with you."
Angel got up from his spot and sat on the coffee table, knee to knee with Buffy and he pulled her tiny hands in his, "Buffy I didn't forget about your perplexing cookie dough speech, but I was hoping that maybe you were, you know...maybe cookies."
Buffy laughed, "I don't even know where that cookie analogy came from."
They both shared a chuckle and then Buffy continued, more seriously now, "I'm not done baking Angel. I don't know if I ever will be."
She let go of Angel's hands. He sighed.
"I am willing to wait Buffy. I don't want to spend my humanity with anybody else."
Buffy gave a weak little smile, "Do you want to eat something?" she offered.
"I'd love that."
Buffy got up and headed to the kitchen, Angel followed and sat on a stool opposite the island in the center of the kitchen.
"I can make some pasta, or something that loosely looks like pasta, but could be something else entirely. Dawn kind of cringes when I suggest that I cook, that's usually her area, I'm dessert lady." She told him, looking from the refrigerator.
Angel laughed, "I am sure it tastes great."
Buffy shot him a mock look, "You're a terrible liar."
Angel chuckled, "Pasta sounds good."
With that Buffy gathered the supplies to make dinner and started boiling water.
She looked up from what she was doing and gazed at Angel who was watching her attempts at cooking, "Have you ever...had pasta before?"
Angel shook his head.
"Mine probably isn't the best to start on, but I'll do my best."
Angel laughed and Buffy went back to her efforts.
When everything was ready Angel stood up, "Let me help."
Buffy smiled and nodded, she had remained rather silent while she cooked and felt Angel's eyes on her the whole time, it was sort of comforting knowing he was here and watching her.
'No that's not creepy at all Buffy.' She thought to herself.
Angel easily found the dinnerware and set the plates, forks and knives on the table on top of nice placemats he found.
He finally took of his duster and hung it on the back of his chair.
Buffy brought the bowl full of noodles and sauce to the table.
"What would you like to drink? We have plenty of water, and Dawn got some fruit drink's that tastes like candy."
Angel shrugged.
"Oh! I know." She said and she turned to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine.
"I figure that living in Italy I should at least try some of their wine, but I never really had the occasion. I'd say you being human qualifies."
Angel beamed at her and she grinned back. She popped the cork and offered Angel a glass. He accepted.
Buffy sat the bottle down and sat at her plate. She dished out the food, "Mangiare bene!" (Eat Well)
"Ringraziarlo." He thanked her.
"Lei sono il benvenuto." She tried in her best Italian to reply, but stumbled over her words.
They both laughed.
"Italian's not so great yet." Buffy said and took a bite of her food.
"It's fine. I got what you meant."
She smiled, "How's it taste?"
"It's great!" He said and took another enthusiastic bite.
"And yet, still a bad liar."
"No it is, but...is it supposed to be so...mushy."
Buffy laughed, "Yeah."
"Oh, then it's great."
They ate their food in silence and when Buffy cleared the plates and began rinsing them in the sink, then she finally spoke, "So what happens now?"
Angel stood and brought the glasses to the sink, "I don't know. I think you said something about dessert."
Buffy finished rinsing the plate and looked up at him, "I meant with you."
"Oh. Well I don't know. I might stay in Rome for a day or two, I haven't been here in a few decades, then go back to LA."
"And us...what will happen with us?"
"Whatever you want. We'll keep in touch."
"Mmmk." There was another silence, "So dessert?"
Angel nodded.
Buffy made an arrangement of several types of fruits and in the center there was a small bowl of sugar-free vanilla gelato.
"Enjoy!" She said picking up a strawberry and dipping it in the gelato.
Angel did the same and found it to be one of the best things he has ever eaten, "Wow!"
Buffy laughed and smiled, "See, I am much better at dessert."
Angel nodded and wolfed down some more fruits.
Minutes later Angel found himself utterly full.
"Thank you." He said, helping Buffy clear the table of the fruit platter.
"No sweat. I am just glad I could...feed you." She hit her head at how stupid that must have sounded.
"I am glad too."
They gazed at each other for what felt like hours and then Angel broke the silence, "I should go."
He went to the table for his coat and put it on.
Buffy's face fell and she walked over to him, she grabbed his warm hand, "Could you...can I listen?"
Angel knew what she meant and nodded his head. She led him into the living room and sat him on an armchair. She curled up next to him and laid her head on his broad chest.
'Thump, thump, thump.' His heart beat and with that, Buffy fell into the most peaceful sleep she had had since the last time she had fallen asleep in his arms, all those years ago.
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