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Rating: R: sexual content
Chapter 5
Done Baking
(Two and a half years later)
"What was the highlight of our relationship? When you broke up with me or when I killed you? I'm well aware of my stellar history with guys…." Buffy sighed and walked across the graveyard to the tombstone that Angel was leaning against, and leaned on it, beside him. "And no I don't see fat grandchildren in the offing with Spike, but I don't think that really matter right now." She chuckled. "You know, in the midst of all this insanity, a couple things are actually starting to make sense. And the guy thing--I always feared there was something wrong with mw, you know, because I couldn't make it work. But maybe I'm not supposed to ."
"Because you're the Slayer?" Angel asked.
Buffy turns to look at Angel. "Because--okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it thought this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, it I want someone to eat--" Buffy's eyes go wide when she realizes what she said. "Or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then…that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done."
"Any thoughts on who might enjoy--" Angel sighs, irritated. "Do I have to go with the cookie analogy?"
"I'm not really thinking that far ahead. That's kind of the point."
Angel hands the amulet to Buffy. "I'll go start working on the second front. Make sure I don't have to use it…." Angel turnsed and walked out of the graveyard.
Buffy turned and walked after Angel, but stopped after she walked around the gravestone. "Angel…!" Angel turned around to look at Buffy. "I do…sometimes think that far ahead."
Angel smiled slightly, "Sometimes is something." He walked backwards out of the cemetery.
"Be a long time coming. Years if ever."
Angel shrugs, "I ain't getting any older." Angel turns around and walks out of the graveyard, into the darkness.
(A year and a half later)
Angel sat in the chair in his hotel suite in the Hyperion, reading a book. He looked up from his book when he heard a knock on his door. Angel stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it. He didn't speak right away, just stared at what was in front of him. "Buffy…? What are you--? Is everything okay?"
Buffy smiled slightly, "Yes, everything is fantastically wonderful. Can I come in?"
"Um, yeah--sure." Angel said, a little puzzled.
"Angel, I thought you might wanna know that my oven buzzer went buzzing out of control today."
"Huh?"
"You know, the buzzer on the oven that tells you that your food is done baking." Buffy walked around the room, looking at everything that was in it. She came to the chair that he had been sitting in and picked up the book. "Is this a good book?"
"Yeah, it's--it's uh, great…. So you came all the way to LA to tell me that your oven buzzer went off today."
"Yup, thought you might be interested in that little piece of info." Buffy set the book down and looked over at Angel.
"And why is that, exactly…?"
"It's really quite simple, I'm done baking--I'm nice yummy cookies!"
"You're nice coo--!" A huge smile creased Angel's face. "You mean that someone is going to be able to enjoy yummy cookie you."
Buffy walked towards Angel. "Yup, that's what I'm gettin' at."
"So when can I have a taste?"
"Well, I dunno about you, but I like my cookies fresh out of the oven." Buffy stopped in front of Angel, she was very close to him.
"Well, then I don't want anything getting cold."
"That would be tragic." Buffy reached up, rapped her arms around his neck, and, pulling him close, kissed him. Angel placed his hand on her face while his other hand ran down her back and then slipped under her shirt. They stumble backwards into the wall, so that Buffy was pinned against it. She jumped up and rapped her legs around Angel's waste. "Oh, God you feel…" Buffy whispered. She brought her hands down to the edge of his shirt and pulled it up, he lifted his arms, enabling her to take it off him. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. Angel began to pull her shirt off, but with some difficulty, since one of arms was supporting her. Eventually he got it off.
"Buffy--we've got to--to be car--careful…we…" Angel breathed. Angel walked backwards, across the room and hit the other wall, rather hard. Buffy jumped down, but never lost contact with him. Her hands were running up and down his chest, his cold skin was like a drug--he was a drug that she was addicted to. Buffy turned and walked backwards into his bedroom. And when the back of her legs hit the bed her legs bent, making her fall onto the bed with Angel on top of her. Angel stopped kissing her, rolled over, and sat up on the bed. "Buffy, we can't, I'm sorry. But if I do that then I'll lose my soul and the shit will hit the fan--big time."
"Not this time, cause you're not gonna lose your soul!" Buffy said excitedly. "We're fresh out of shit and fans."
"Buffy, I'm not joking we--"
"I'm not joking either. Before I left I had Willow perform a binding spell. It counter acts your trigger, AKA you can have a moment of true happiness and still have your soul afterwards. And your soul can't be taken out any other way, by spells or anything. It was a seriously powerful spell she did, so Angel, your soul ain't going anywhere."
"Really? She did a spell?"
"Yup, now I'm kinda getting board with the talking--can we get back to what we were doing, please?" Buffy smiled, innocently.
Angel rolled over and took her in his arms and started kissing her like there was no tomorrow. His hands ran down her back until they hit her bra, he unclipped it and gently slipped it over her shoulders, then threw it to the side. Angel ran his hands up and down her front, making her gasp as he did. Finally Buffy's hands reached Angel's zipper and unzipped it, with in no time he wasn't wearing anything. Angel then did the same to Buffy, and they crawled under covers. Angel laid on top of her, kissing her and massaging every single part of her, at times making her gasp and moan as her back arched and her legs rapped around him. Buffy gave him the same pleasure; they went on all night and finally in the morning drifted off to sleep.
Buffy stretched and yawned under the covers. She looked over and saw Angel looking at, with love in his eyes. She reached over and kissed him. His hands caressed her breasts. Buffy rubbed his back and his chest and kept going lower. They continued this the entire day.
Later, they moved back to Rome where Buffy and Angel got their own apartment.
Their love would go down in history, as one of the most perfect relationships ever recorded.
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Author's Note: I know the ending's a little weak, but I couldn't think of anything better, if I do I'll change it. I hope you liked my fic, I'll be writing more, but I don't know when I'll get them posted.