Sunday, early morning
Buffy awoke blearily. She cuddled into Angel's chest, focusing on the warm thud of his heart. He stirred.
"Is there any way we can get some curtains open down here?" she asked.
"Mmm... you'll be wanting to redecorate next," he replied sleepily. "The drapes are just for show, we're in the basement. She made a disappointed noise, and he said, "I could move. I'm sure Cordy and Doyle aren't too attached to this place. Maybe somewhere on the south end of town. Make for an easier commute."
"I'm definitely going to have to get a car," Buffy said, resting her palm against his chest.
"I can come and see you," he offered.
"True, and Willow is very tolerant, but do you think she'd be able to sleep through what we did last night?" she pointed out.
"All right, maybe not. We could stay at my apartment."
"No windows there, either," she pointed out.
"Okay," he said. "I'll get a new place, close to the university."
"You'd do that?" she said, starting up with surprise.
"Of course, anything for my girl," he said, delighted and encouraged by her pleasure.
"Your girl," she mused, lying back down. "I like the sound of that. and we can go patrolling again. Together. It will be just like old times. Except we can go for ice cream afterwards. And other things," she leered at him.
"We'll make it work," he said, wrapping his arms around her.
"Yeah, we will," she agreed, feeling more resolution than she allowed in the words.