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Buffy POV:
My hands twisted in his hair and he gripped me tighter to him, making the kissing that much more inevitable to happen.
My tears rolled down as I let my own selfish desire take control. I broke off, catching oxygen. He kissed my throat while we were still standing. The need of air distracted me from him and gave me a moment of perspective. I pushed him off of me and he came to the realization of what he was doing.
My gasping went to panting as my tears ran slowly down my cheeks. He stared off into the distance as the guilt of wanting me sank into him, and his usual brooding air returned. His teeth were gritted in anger, no doubt. Seeing him in this much pain was almost more than I could bear.
His hands clenched and unclenched in frustration. I couldn't figure out why he would be this angry. I mean…I don't like it much either. And I've learned to accept it. But, obviously, he hadn't. His brow furrowed randomly.
"Angel," I said.
He looked to me, weary.
"Angel…it's no big deal. We just have to learn to let it be, for now," I said.
He looked to me with broken eyes. I was so surprised by his reaction. "Buffy, I know we can't…but it's just so hard. It's been four years and I still miss you so much. And now that you're close enough to touch…" he ran the back of his hand across my cheek, leaving a trail of fire behind him, "It's almost too much…but I can't let you go. At least, for now."
My tears came a little less now as I looked at his reaction with more common sense. I nodded in response.
I put my hand on his cheek to calm him. He breathed out softly, and I swear a growl escaped his throat. Even though we couldn't do what we wanted most, that didn't mean I couldn't kiss him.
He was looking at the ground when he felt my hand make contact with his face. He looked up slowly, his dark eyes focused, no longer brooding.
Angel POV:
My hands encircled her waist. Her light green eyes traced my face. I leaned in slowly, trying not to spoil the moment. I started with a soft kiss, as did she.
The kiss was comfortable, almost casual. But my passion boiled over and I once again got lost in her embrace.
We parted so our foreheads touched.
"I…I have to go sleep. Busy day tomorrow," she excused herself.
I walked up to her and muttered her name, "Buffy." She turned around and my lips met hers before she could even speak. This time, I grabbed clumps of her hair, making the lemony smell flow in the air.
Her body moved with mine as her fingers traced my pale face. Her touch was heating my skin by a thousand degrees.
The moonlight gleamed over us as she continued, not letting go.
Dawn POV:
I watched from afar as my sister and Angel kissed each other. Jealousy was fresh in my stomach as their bodies seemed to move in unison.
My sister always got the best. She got a sweet, soulful vampire who would do anything for her. She had another one who died for her in Sunnydale. She also had a tight knit circle of friends that I could never find.
Like I said…jealous.
And the worst part is, all my closest friends were her friends too. I mean my best friend had left before Sunnydale had even had a trace of the First.
My boyfriend (yes, I had a boyfriend) had left only because I had made him. He wanted me to come with him, but I couldn't abandon every body. His name was Logan. And…I loved him. But I have no idea where he was.
Logan was…different. He had special abilities. It wasn't always the best abilities. Of course, I would never tell Buffy about it or she would flip. His abilities could be very deadly. Or ability was more of the word to use. He can change things into there opposites.
And it can be deadly. He can change health into sickness, or the other way around. He can change a boy into a girl and back. It can be a very useful power, but he never uses it unless it was absolutely necessary.
He called it something funky, like riversokinesis. Yeah that was it. But I came to call it opposition.
It was an interesting condition, but it would never work.
In the meantime, I had to settle with the jealousy of watching my sister get touched by her ex. I felt lonely, but my sister was far more affected by this than I was.
I decided to bring up Logan at a later time.
Buffy POV:
I felt somebody's gaze bore into my back. It made me feel uncomfortable. This moment with Angel was for me and him only. Nobody else should be watching us. Angel broke off from me to give me some air.
My gaze never left his flowing, brown eyes. He was beaming. I put my hand on his cheek as he whispered, "I love you."
My heart leaped in my chest. He loved me. Somehow, I thought it should've been obvious when he was practically groping me. But…when he said it, it was just more final. I needed reminding that he'll always be mine.
We walked around the ditch for a little, hand in hand. I almost felt like a carefree seventeen-year-old, with her cradle robbing, creature-of-the-night boyfriend. I smiled at the old joke.
It cheered him up all those years ago, when he clearly felt guilty about being my boy friend. He noticed my smile.
"What?" he asked, a smile playing across his lovely face.
"Oh, nothing" I replied. I looked down trying to hide me smirk. He decided to let it go. Or so I thought.
I heard him mutter Willow's name.
"She won't tell you," I said cleverly.
"And why not?" he asked, confused.
That was when we came across a body. He had mahogany hair touching skin with flush from the sun. He looked very frail. His eyes were drooping, as if he were barely conscious.
Me and Angel looked to each other then rushed to the stranger's side. I checked if he was still breathing. He was, but barely. Angel checked the speed of his pulse. He said it was slowing.
He also looked as if he had had no water or food for days, at least two and a half. We had to get him to the camp and save questions for later. Angel and I put his arms around our shoulders and helped him limp to the camp.
Willow POV:
I woke to the sound of more than two pairs of feet coming our way. I slowly opened my eyes from the vivid dream I was having.
I saw Buffy and Angel walking just fine, but they had a third person with them. He looked half-dead with closed eye lids. His breathing came in gasps at the rapid movement of his body that Angel and Buffy were forcing him to take. Buffy saw my eyes were open.
"Will, I need your help," she said, concern clear in her tone.
"What happened? Who is this?" I asked.
"We found this guy lying half-dead by the ditch. We don't know who he is. We didn't check his ID. Can you take him to the bus?" she explained.
"Sure, of course," I said.
Buffy and Angel laid him on the ground. I cast a spell on him that made him float effortlessly. With simple movements of my hand, I steered him to the bus.
"Dawny, can you get the first aid kit?" I asked Dawn. She nodded, no emotion flitting across her face. I opened the doors and steered him to the largest chair in the back. I checked his blood pressure and his breathing rate. They were low.
He had grim line etched on his face.As if he had eternal grief. I checked his temperature and his head was hot from the sun. I muttered healing spells that lowered his temperature.
Dawny gave me some water which I poured into his mouth. At first, he denied it. But, as he realized that it was water, he began to drink and drink and drink…
Dawn was more helpful to me than ever before. It was strange. She set up a ham sandwich for him. When I gave it to him, he ate it in two bites. He still hadn't developed the strength to open his eyes fully.
He slept for most of the night. Angel was a little grouchy about not being able to use the seat. As I healed him, I used my talent of interrogating to think of different ways to get answers out of him.
Those times when he did open his eyes, I caught a glimpse of brilliant ember eyes. Dawn gave me supplies and extra when I needed it…but she avoided the strangers gaze whenever she was near him.
I just shrugged it off and continued to heal him and give updates to Angel and Buffy on his condition (mainly because Angel wanted the big seat back, I think).