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Willow and Cordelia, Xander and Anya, Tara and even Spike had gone to an all night diner to discuss recent events. Tara leaning a little too close to Spike for Xander's liking. Anya poked him in the ribs. "Stop glaring, he did his part and Tara seems to like him." She whispered.

"Vampire here. Can hear every word." Spike looked straight at Xander. "So what's your beef, boy? The witch and I get along quite swimmingly, and since you seem to be properly ensconced with the ex-demon I don't see how it concerns you." Spike put his arm around a very uncomfortable Tara.

"Well, she's a friend and I seem to recall human and vampire relationships eventually turn to crap." Xander was in heavy defense mode.

"Yeah, when there's a danger of one or the other losing a soul. No soul here so no worries. And if Tara isn't bothered you shouldn't be either. None of your business boy."

"Okay everyone, let's play nice. We are all really tired and we may say things we really don't mean…"

Spike interrupted Willow. "Oh, I always say what I mean. And I hardly ever get tired." He nuzzled Tara. "Right love?"

She blushed. "Can we please just not get all personal right now? What do you all think about this? Buffy and Angel being human? What does it all mean?" Tara turned to Willow. "Do you have any thoughts?"

Spike spoke up again. "I think the ex-demon was right…"

Anya interrupted Spike. "I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't refer to me as that."

"All right then, the boy's smart girlfriend?" Spike paused, giving Anya a questioning look as she nodded her approval. "Anyway, I think she had it right earlier, it's just the way of the Hellmouth and Dawn. A gift. We really don't need to look further and dissect the shit out of it."

Tara smiled up at him. She was starting to love the way he said just what he meant. That and about a dozen other things. Boy, was she in trouble. "I suppose we are searching without any real point of reference." Tara shrugged at the assembled group. "We should probably just go home and see what happens. Nothing we can really do now." She glanced at her watch. "It's almost 4am." She turned to Spike. "Do you know what time the sun comes up?"

"Soon. I guess I'll go. Not really sure I should go back to Crawford Street just yet." He drew Tara close. "Got any ideas where I could hold up 'til dusk?"

Tara laughed. "A few." She slid out of the booth, pulling Spike with her, her eyes never leaving his. "Talk to you all tomorrow. I mean later today." The two of them turned and left without another word.

"Okay. How rude was that?" Xander groused.

"Oh, you just forgot how single-minded the early stages of pure lust can be." Willow turned to Cordelia and rubbed her hand across her cheek. "Remember?"

"Two nights ago? Uh huh." Willow laughed out loud at her lover's response.

"Let's go home. It's almost tomorrow and I really am exhausted by all of it. I can't believe I'm still standing after the spell Tara and I did. And she was filled with energy, never knew what stamina the girl had." She said with admiration.

"Uh, don't marvel at her too much, jealous girlfriend here." Cordelia opened her purse and left a twenty on the table to cover the tab and pushed Willow to exit the booth as well. "Time to go."

"Okay. See you two later." She leaned over and kissed Xander on the cheek. "Relax. Things go the way they go. You should know that by now."

Xander sighed. "Yeah, guess they do. Ready to hit the road Ahn?"

"Yes please. I am so with Spike on this one. Let's just stay out of it. Buffy and Angel will have to figure out how to live their own lives. They did it once, I'm sure they can do it again."


Buffy squinted as she opened her eyes, a ray of sunlight hitting the foot of the bed. She panicked for a moment before realization hit her. Human, she and Angel, human again. She shifted slightly and reveled in the heat she felt all along the left side of her body and across her hips. Angel. She turned fully into his arms as they tightened and pulled her closer, his leg curling around her thighs. Buffy had to smile as she felt his erection push into her stomach, smile and fight the urge to encompass it in her hand. So much for control and exhaustion. She sighed and let herself relax into his embrace. Time enough for control when Angel woke up, right now she wanted to revel in his feel and his smell and his heat. She snuggled and closed her eyes.

The heat form the woman in his arms put his head and his body in turmoil. He couldn't fight his reaction to her. When he woke his first thought was of Buffy, the both of them actually, being human. Her warmth worked it's way through his body and his blood surged. He wanted her so badly, needed her. His mind told him to get out of the bed and head straight for a cold shower, but his lower extremities, well he seemed to be totally unable to control them. He'd forgotten how difficult it was as a human to fight those urges. As Angelus, he could control them he just chose not to most of the time. As Angel he felt he didn't deserve her, except for the one time. And see where that landed them. Buffy began to move against him and he felt his breathe coming in short gasps. Damnit, he thought, such a bad idea to sleep in the same bed as her. He had no control when it came to her. He rolled her on her back as she spread her legs apart and looked up into his eyes.

"It's not wrong Angle." Buffy pulled his head to hers in a deep kiss. She had worked her sweat pants off during the night, forgetting just how warm bed covers could be when you have actual body heat. Add to that the burning furnace named Angel and off came the pants, leaving her naked from the waist down. Angel pulled his boxers off and her t-shirt and laid between her legs, the heat there pulling him in of it's own accord.

"Gods Buffy." He groaned. "I need you more than I ever have." He pushed into her as she arched up to him. She lost all cohesive thought and ability to articulate. The feeling, the sensations causing moaning and mewling to escape through her throat. Angel thrust into her, trying to get as deep and as close as humanly possible. "Baby, wrap your legs around me." His voice was harsh and demanding.

"Yes, yes, please, yes." Buffy moaned as her legs tightened around him. She dug her head into his shoulder, trying to ground herself, afraid she would spiral out and away. Angel felt her spasm around him as she came in a hard rush and she screamed his name. He followed close behind, her name on his lip, as well.

Angel rolled off of her, pulling her with him. "Well, so much for control, huh?" He said breathlessly, turning on his side to looked into her flushed face. "I have none where you are concerned my love. Whatever you want, that's what I want." He nuzzled her neck and she felt tears of relief coming to her eyes. They hadn't even fought, but Buffy thought this had to be the best make-up sex ever. "Baby, you're crying. Did I hurt you?"

"No, no. Happy tears, I swear." She kissed him. "Well, the first thing I want is a huge, enormous breakfast, eggs, chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, coffee. Lots of coffee. I'm starving. And then I want to live the rest of our natural lives together, making love and maybe a few babies."

"Oh gods Buffy! We're human now, we didn't use any protection. I…I…" Angel was speechless. He felt her shrug in his arms.

"Whatever happens, happens. You love me, you forgive me…"

"Sweetheart, there's nothing to forgive. We all make choices, it's the way of life. And you did choose me."

"Whatever, I just don't care about anything but us being together. I choose us Angel. And if that means being a mom at 21, well, that's just life. But really, Angel what are the odds?"