Title: Only When You Dream

Author: Xanderschick AKA Sarah

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns the park; I'm just playing in the sandpit til my hands get dirty.

Rating: M rated action. Children avert your eyes!

Spoilers: BtVS seasons 1-3

Distribution: Take it; just make sure you let me know when you review (hint, hint!).

Plot: After Graduation Angel didn't leave. He's been visiting Buffy every night since then because he can't bear to be away from her. But now she's moved to college and his nightly visits aren't an option anymore, so after a visit to a local demon/warlock he's found a spell that allows him to enter and manipulate his girls dream to his every will. If only I could do that to David Boreanaz. All I can say is: WOW! Anyways, they've been dream 'getting it on' and after a snap decision to get married Angel finally let Buffy in to the little secret that he's still in SunnyD. He proposes that they give up on their miserable lives and dream forever. She agrees and they do the spell. The Scooby gang find out but they can't get her back and Buffy and Angel are left alone in their new world. Then along came someone new…

A/N: Yes, I got the whole dream walking idea from AtS S2 but I thought to myself, "Self, wouldn't this be much more fun if it was Buffy instead of the ex-vamp ho?" Answer: "Yup!" After borrowing the fab DVD's off my sister (AKA Xanderschicklet), I've just realised that they have kinda the same thing going on with Isabel in "Roswell" but I didn't know that when I started this.

A/N 2: This chapter is a Buffy POV. And be warned - it gets a little…adult(!) in the middle!

A/N 3: This story is 100 Blondie Bear free so don't even ask. Ever. I mean it.

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Chapter Thirteen - Family

8:38 pm…

"Come on Princess."

I watch as he easily lifts her up onto his knee, her big brown eyes lighting up as he reveals the latest gift that he's got her. "Cinderella". This is their bedtime tradition. Ever since she moved into her 'big girls bed' her Daddy's told her a new story every night. Right there on the big chair in our sitting room, the fire blazing in the corner as he reads confidently to her. He even puts on the voices. Angel mimicking the seven dwarfs is a life-changer.

She's his image. Her cute little face is like a gentler version of him. Well, except her hair. She's blonder than I am. She's gorgeous. We're gonna have to keep a close eye on her when she's older. The last thing I'd want is for her to be like me circa 1996. Vain and surrounded by horny boys.

I drop down a kiss down onto her forehead, leaving them to talk as I make my way to the bathroom. I can't help but reflect on the last fourteen hours as I walk by the patio doors. Just a regular waking day in the life of the O'Connell family. We ate breakfast in the garden, our black lab Pedro trying to steal Maddy's pancakes while she watched the birds fly overhead. She spent about an hour chasing him around before passing out on the floor of her very purple (it's her favourite colour) bedroom.

Angel and I went for a walk along the river near our home while she slept. We don't worry about leaving her alone - we're well aware of everything around her. Handy little advantage of our strange world.

We were gonna go to the Empire State Building today but we decided to leave it a while. She's so young and we're trying not to show her too much to soon. We have all this power, the ability to do anything, but we want her to have as normal a childhood as she can with us so we're not giving her lots of trips and unnecessary presents. We're not spoiling her.

Well, not too much.

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Today we talked about having another baby. A brother or sister for our little girl.

10:17 am…

"Do you think we're ready for another one? I mean, check out Maddy! She's crazy by name, crazy by nature!"

"She does keep us on our toes, doesn't she?" Angel couldn't help but grin at the thought of our hyperactive toddler. "Yeah, she really does."

We stop walking when we get to 'our place.' A little blossoming clearing beside the calmest part of the river, we're pretty sure this was the place that our daughter was conceived. The trees reach high up towards the afternoon sky and the water makes a soothing continuous splash as it hits off the rocks.

"But wouldn't another baby just…complete it all?" he smiles at me encouragingly and I can't mask my agreeing smirk. If only he knew…

"You want a boy, don't you?" I drop down onto the bank, dipping my feet into the cool flowing water. He follows my lead, kicking the water at me playfully.

"No. Well, yes. At some point. But right now all I want is to have a bigger family with you. As soon as possible. I mean, what are we waiting for?" he lifts my hand, kissing my claddagh ring.

"Well, I guess Maddy could use someone to fuss over. You do realise that she's gonna be impossible bossy when it comes to a baby. Remember when we gave her that doll for Christmas. It took her, like, three months to put it down! Imagine what she's gonna be like with a living, breathing, Betsy Wetsy. Jeepers."

Angel laughed at the memory of Hannah, the doll whose arm Pedro almost choked to death on. That was an…interesting afternoon.

"She'll be a great big sister. Well, as long as she doesn't try to feed the baby to the dog." I giggle as he throws his arm loosely around my shoulder, kissing my hair in the process.

A small noise jingles in my ear.

"Maddy's awake." I get up and walk back in the direction of our house. I turn to face my husband. "We'll talk about this later?" He nods his head and smiles, staying beside the stream as I make my way home.

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9:23 pm…

The scorching hot water cascades onto my skin and I turn the shower up a little bit more, not quite hot enough yet.

Since we got back from the river it's been a long day. Maddy's just turned three and she's so curious about everything. All day, everyday is an endless barrage of questions.

"Mommy, why is the sky blue and the grass green? Mommy, why is daddy so tall and I'm so small? Mommy, why are the stars so far away?"

I love it so much!

She's so inquisitive and I feel fantastic when I'm able to explain something new to her. To help her learn about the world around her. I always knew I was gonna like being a mom but I never thought I'd enjoy it this much.

And Angel's so great with her. She's brought out a side of him that I never even knew existed. He's such a sweetheart when she's around. Willing to get messy with the crayons but he knows exactly when to tell her "no" as well. She's a complete daddy's girl and listens to every word he has to say.

He's her hero. And mine.

He's definitely Mr Dad. Well, by day at least.

But I've still got him hooked.

When our gorgeous girl's tucked up warm in bed for the night, he's all mine. The passion that used to overcome us every time we were together still burns brighter than the sun.

Take now as an example…

His powerful hands move gently across my hips towards my stomach. His fingers lazily draw circles around my navel as he pulls me towards him, and I feel the smoothness of his toned chest against my back. The steam and the jets of water blind my vision so I close my eyes, letting my other senses take the lead. He begins to move his hands upwards, gently massaging my breasts as the water runs down them.

I let out a sigh of approval and move my hands up to my shoulders. Reaching behind me, I grab his hair, pulling his mouth towards mine. I catch his lips in a hungry kiss, my tongue forcing them apart.

He breaks our embrace and spins me around so that I'm facing him. We back towards the wall as he lifts my arms, throwing them tight around his neck. His hands grab my ass firmly as he pushes me high up the glass and I open my legs, wrapping them around his back.

I loosen my grip a little to slide slowly down to his waist, his muscular frame as my only support. I gasp appreciatively as he enters me. We haven't made love since this morning but it feels like we've been apart for a lifetime.

I use my arms to maintain me as I grind against him, his hands squeezing my behind as we move. The water rushing down onto us makes it hard for me to breathe so he takes the lead, thrusting powerfully as the heat begins to build between us. Our dripping bodies slide against each other as our lips meet again, both of us surprisingly more aroused by the lack of oxygen we have.

My muscles begin to contract and I know I'm almost ready. He senses this and slows his actions, pulling his head away from mine. His left hand reaches up to switch of the shower before returning to its position.

He loves to watch me.

As the movements become too much I let myself go, almost screaming at the intensity of the sensations erupting throughout me. I open my eyes before it's over and I see that look on his face. An almost egotistical smirk. It set's off another wave within me and I begin to climax again.

This time I continue to stare at him as I tremble uncontrollably. His grin fades as he starts to lose the power in his legs. His movements become inconsistent so I grip him tight inside me, willing him to reach his peak. I feel a burst of warmth as he finishes, moaning as his thrusts slow to a stop. He breathes heavily, leaning his head against my shoulder. I hold him tightly, whispering sweet words into his ear until he regains his composure. I raise myself up a little and he pulls out of me, letting me down gently until my feet touch the floor.

His arms remain tight round my waist as I switch the shower back on, the water descending down onto us again.

I reach over to take hold of the shower gel, passing it to him before turning around so I'm facing away from him again.

I hear him chuckle lightly when I suggestively ask him for help.

"There's a couple of spots that I can't quite reach…"

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11: 51 pm…

His strong yet soft hands grasp my own as we lie entwined on the large sofa in our cosy main room. An orange flickering glow is emitted from the smouldering fire, casting a shadow across the furniture.

Maddy's curled up on the chair next to us, Pedro playing her guard dog as he sleeps on the floor nearby. Her little thumb's lodged in her mouth (we gotta get her to stop that) and her fluffy white comforter's wrapped around her.

She looks like a real angel.

"She looks kinda like a snowman." Angel's breath breezes across my ear as he whispers gently. I laugh a little. "Not quite the image that I had in mind but you're not wrong." He tightens his arms around me and I snuggle closer into him, the warmth of the fire making my eyes heavy.

"I think I'm sleepy." I turn myself around so that I'm hugging him, his familiar scent comforting. I feel my eyes begin to drift shut but I stop myself.

"We should take her back to bed." I yawn as I talk, not quite able to lift my head up from my husband's comfy chest.

"She'll be fine, just for tonight."

He pulls me over so that I'm lying on top of him. I keep my eyes closed as I feel the cotton throw fall over us. He tilts my head towards him, his hand under my chin, and gently kisses me goodnight. I nuzzle into his shoulder and he holds me close as I begin to drift off.

Our silence is suddenly broken by the thud of tiny footsteps running across the floor. I feel a small hand grasp my arm as Maddy pulls herself up. She cuddles into my back and I remain motionless as Angel envelops her comforter around her, his arms holding us both.

She lets out a small sigh and I can't help but smile. Seconds later I feel her breathing slow down. Satisfied that she's asleep, I open my eyes for a moment. I take in the sight of my husbands' hand, his large fingers tangled around our daughters' tiny hand and my heart flutters with contentment. I don't think it's possible to be happier than I am now.

Today was perfect.

Tomorrow will be so much better.

The last thing I see is the final flame from the fire waver and die, leaving my home in a safe darkness.

Sleep tight, my little family.

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I absently pat the area around me. Where are they? Uh, they're probably making breakfast, also known as a mess of the kitchen. My body feels unusually stiff. I open my eyes for a split second, the blinding light giving me a temporary headache.

Hold on.

My eyes snap open and I leap up from the place I'd been sleeping. What the hell…

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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Pedro, my friends fantastic black Labrador. May the cats run riot and the Maltesers flow freely in your heaven, boy. Thanks for the memories. No thanks for chewing the arm off my little sisters doll. She moped for weeks (good boy!).

Next chapter's up as well…read on but please review this chapter too! You may as well do it while you're here! I value your opinions! If you do I'll give you a shout out in Chapter 15! PLEASE!

Thanks for reading! X