AN: few days…turned into weeks SORRY! Life is crazy! But I got a job! And im going to London in a few weeks! So im all scatter brained but I promise im not forgetting you!
OH! And im realizing im throwing things in that haven't yet come out when this is suppose to be taking place (Rent movie soundtrack and now Underworld) but just go with me on it :smile:
CH. 14"This book mentions curses but nothing that I'm looking for" Willow whined tiredly, tossing the book she was reading aside. "Why does this have to be so difficult? They fought hard shouldn't they get a happy ending yet?"
"In theory yes…but you know its not so bad Willow, you shouldn't beat yourself up over it. You're smart and one powerful Wicca… you'll figure it out " Tara assures her with a kind smile that would normally melt her.
Getting up from her seat Willow paces the bedroom they share. "Why cant this be like the movies? Him being Michael and her being Selene. They make it work! Why can't they be like that?"
Smiling at her love, understanding what she's saying but still feels the need to be the voice of reason. "Because if it were like that then he would be all smurf like and wolfy and she would be a vampire… and I don't think you want Buffy to be a vampire."
Sighing dejectedly, taking her seat on the bed again. "No. I don't. I just want them to be happy Tara, that's all. I want my friends to be happy."
Taking her hands in her own, giving them a slight squeeze. "I know but sometimes things are for a reason. But I know that you're right about this and I'll help you with what ever you need." Giving her a soft kiss, Tara pulls Willow into a loving hug.
Groaning slightly Buffy pulls herself up from the floor taking a fighting stance. There was no way she was going to let one hit send her out of the game. She was stronger then this.
"You okay?" Angel's worried voice breaks the quiet of the basement.
Looking over at him, laughing some at his concern. "Yeah… it takes a lot more then a knock down to get me out you know that." Grinning more as she straightens up. "But if this is too much for you…"
She was toying with him, he knew it, she new it, the man across town buying groceries would know it too if he were there, but no one was complaining.
In fact the idea of letting out tensions that had been building up the past few days was more then welcome.
It was just an added perk that they were able to be so close as well as barely clothed.
God bless sparring she thought ideally as she watched Angels muscles ripple under his skin as he circled her.
She is so beautiful when she's like this he thought as he lunged at her, only to be thrown over her shoulder with little effort.
Kicking his leg out as he landed, he caught her off balance sending her to the mat as well. Moving faster then any normal human could Angel was on top of her, pinning her to the floor. Grinning down at her, "you give?"
As if his weight were nothing more then a feather Buffy uses his own position against him, rolling them so she's now on top grinning down at him triumphantly. "No but I think you should…don't want to hurt your ego any this is what the 6th time I've pinned you in the last two hours?"
Raising an eyebrow at her, "Are you suggesting something Miss Summers?"
Standing up she offers him a hand which he takes. Laughing some, "Yeah…I think you're off your game old man" grinning at him teasingly, almost sad when he lets go of her hand.
"Old man? You really know how to charm a man." He laughs, shooting her a side glance as he snatches his shirt from a near by chair, playing with it in his hands.
As innocent sounding as she can "I do try."
Angel chuckles more, walking over to her. "Oh really? You sure that's charm and not...something…else." Coming to stand in front of her, looking down at her intently, brushing a stray stand of hair from her face.
Letting out a slow and shaky breath Buffy takes a small step closer to him, closing the gap between them more. Licking her lips as she leans up, her heart racing and her mind clouded.
Leaning down to meet her soft pink lips, they kiss a slow and reminiscent kiss, reacquainting themselves with each others lips.
Deepening the kiss, Angel snakes his arms around her slender waist, pulling her against his chest. As if taking her cue she slips her arms around his neck, letting out a soft moan as their tongues duel for dominance.
"Buffy have you seen my black mini skirt I think I lost-" freezing in her tracks midway down the stairs Dawn stares in shock. "-it… never mind." Running back up the stairs as fast as her legs will let her.
Buffy and Angel spring apart at the intrusion, unsure what to do… or what happened. Breaking the silence first, "I should go see uh, I should help her find that skirt." With that Buffy is out of the basement before Angel can even make light of what was happening.
Cursing himself, "Damn it…" Sighing in frustration he puts his shirt back on. He knew it shouldn't have happened like that. That it was too soon to do anything like that. Hell it was bad to do anything. They had been tempting fate the past few days playing this game of house and now he'd gone and screwed it up. Way to go Angel, smooth real smooth he thinks.
But as much as he was upset with himself he couldn't truly stay mad at himself about it. His mind wouldn't let him. Because no matter how he thought about it it came down to her and nothing else mattered.
She was like a virus infecting him in every way possible, running through his veins forever. A burden he didn't mind having.
