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Buffy POV:
Angel held my head tightly in between his cold palms. I leaned in and kissed him vigorously. His lips had absolute enthusiasm. My arms encircled his neck and my hands met. I moved to his forehead, tracing his brow.
His lips moved to my jaw and he found my throat, tracing my neck bone with his lips. I found his hair and smelled the scent of rain still fresh in it. I kissed it softly.
He traced my collarbone, leaving little moisture. My lungs screamed at me, not finding any air. I broke free, gasping. I was thankful for once that Angel was a vampire. He didn't stop kissing me.
He moved down my arm until he lifted my palm. He began kissing it with so much intensity. My heart skipped a beat at his touch and I found the back of his neck the most appeasing to me. I kissed it with more force than I used in any other part of my life.
He pressed his face into my hair. I came to look at his throat which I kissed softly. He held me tighter to him. He kissed my hair, as I hunted along his collarbone, tracing his jaw. My tears that I had had earlier now vanished in the atmosphere of the moment.
We parted for only seconds as I helped him strip off his shirt. He held me tighter to him before the shirt fell to the floor. Our lips met with such intensity, it could've set the room on fire.
I felt his chest lower until I felt something soft beneath his back. He whispered in my ear, "Thank you." I smiled. We rolled so my back could feel the softness of his bed. He continued to kiss my throat…
My eyes snapped open. My body was covered in sweat. I somehow managed to end up on my back, but I had gone to sleep on my stomach. The stars overhead calmed me a little as I breathed deeply in and out.
For a minute I forgot what I had dreamt. Then, it all flowed back in. The kissing, the words, the heat. It all came back. I don't why, but moisture met my eyes.
It wasn't really a dream, but a really detailed instant replay of that night all those years ago. I had all the same emotions, felt all the same surfaces. But the memory aroused a new emotion…disappointment. I knew I could never feel that way with Angel again.
I also knew that the place where I had felt that way was now a giant ditch—that didn't help much either.
His touch still lingered on me. I still felt the tingling in my palm.
Angel POV:
I watched Buffy toss and turn. The windows in the bus didn't help much, but it was the best view I could get. Her dream seemed to be very violent, but a smile was on her face.
She must be fighting some demon and winning. She loved fighting. She was always happiest in those moments. I noticed her body language wasn't one of fighting. I couldn't really tell what she was dreaming about, but it must be good because it made her particularly happy.
Her eyes snapped open and the thrill on her face slowly faded. What replaced it looked something like…disappointment. The dream obviously was very good. Good enough to disappoint her.
Her chest rose slowly as she stared at the stars. I barely noticed the tears roll down her cheeks, because I was watching her right hand twitch. Her face turned to a scowl.
Buffy POV:
My tears poured down slowly as I felt some of my impatience boil over. How long could it possibly take him to become human? He has been doing the good fight for a freakin seven years and his heart was still dead.
I wanted him so much. But his curse had a loophole and we had to be separated. But, underneath, I knew we both wanted each other. The Power that Be were taking their damn sweet time giving him his humanity and I was a little irritated by it.
I felt like screaming to the sky: Get off your ass and do your damn job!
They must know that Angel was probably itching for his humanity to be returned too. They were freakin masochists. Angel would be so much happier. I thought that's what they stood for.
Through my fuming I felt a hand in my shoulder. I turned my head to meet his brown eyes.
"Hey," he said softly. I stared at him for a second.
"Hi" I finally replied. He gave me his hand, obviously in a gesture to get up. I took it willingly.
Angel POV:
We walked to the edge of the pit and she stopped, looking at the moon. I put my arms around her waste and she held my hands as I watched her.
She didn't look at me, but spaced, thinking of other things. I pressed my face into her hair. It smelled of lemons. I barely noticed her breathing speed up a little. She lifted one of my hands to her lips and she kissed it softly.
I pressed my lips against her throat, feeling the soft skin that was still familiar to me, even after six years. I looked up to see her eyes closed and her lips partially open.
It made her feel good. I kissed her throat again and she turned so her lips brushed mine. We slowly lifted our heads kissing softly…just a taste of an old relationship.
I was so lost in the moment I didn't notice my hands knotting in her hair. She involuntarily gripped my head and pulled me tighter to her. The thrill of an old flame reigniting was intoxicating.
My body shook slightly as Buffy ran her hands down to the angel wing of my tattoo…