Epilogue

Buffy woke up and, for the first time in a long time, felt completely content. She was laying next to the man of her dreams, the love of her life, her soul mate, and they had just spent the night making love, she couldn't think of anything better. She rolled over to look at Angel, she brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face, "Hey sleepy head, you still here?"

Angel opened his eyes, "Yeah.'

"So the spell worked," Buffy laid her head on Angel's chest.

"I guess it did," Angel smiled. "Is it time for us to get up?"

Buffy put an arm passively over Angel's stomach, "Nothing could convince me to move from this spot!"

"What about breakfast? I could make pancakes, or omelets."

"Ooo, breakfast! I am so hungry," Buffy sat up and brought the sheet up to cover her chest, "Do you really have the stuff for pancakes and omelets?"

Angel thought for a moment, "I can make toast," he said finally.

Buffy giggled, "Toast sounds great."

"Good," Angel swung his leg over the side of the bed, stood up, and reached for where his boxers robe.

"Angel," Buffy called softly. Angel turned around; he had a look of concern in his eyes. "I'm suddenly not so hungry any more. How about you just come back to bed."

"That sounds like a plan." He slid back in, under the covers, next to Buffy. She laid back on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she draped her arm over his chest.

Buffy knew that eventually they would have to get up; that she'd have to face her mom, who would not be happy she didn't come home last night, that there were going to be more vampires, more demons to fight, but that time wasn't now. Right now Buffy was content to lie there, in the arms of her lover, and look into the face of the best thing that ever happened to her.

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