DISCLAIMER: I do not own BTVS, Angel or anything associated with these shows.
RATING: R
SPOILERS: Season Four. My previous fanfic, "I'm Waiting For You"
THEME: B/A Romance.
SUMMARY: Buffy wakes up to discover that her happy life with Angel was just a dream. But Angel is still trapped there.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: One year ago, I promised to write a sequel to "I'm Waiting For You". It's taken a while, but I've finally done it! I've had a lot of trouble working out how to write it, which is why it took so long to do. I hope it's okay (it's unbeta'd). The title is yet another line from the song 'Milk', by Garbage. You can find the original story at Land of Denial, under my name, Adia.

Angel wiped his wet hands on the jeans Buffy had brought him for Christmas, and jogged down the stairs, into the living room, where he found his beloved sitting on the floor, surrounded by presents.

"I've run your bath for you." He said.

"Thanks."

She held her hand out to him. "Come and sit down with me, Mr Angel St. Clare."

Angel took her hand and kissed it.

"It would be an honour, Mrs Angel St. Clare"

He knelt down beside her and picked up one of the presents. Opening it, he pulled out a three pack of videos- Nosferatu, Interview With A Vampire, and Dracula. He laughed and passed them to his wife.

"Look what Xander and Anya brought us."

Buffy took the videos and shook her head in disbelief.

"Is Xander ever going to let go of your past?!" she smirked, pulling Angel over to her and kissing him.

"Does he ever?" Angel said with a soft grin. "At least the wedding present was original. Not a toaster or anything boring like that."

Buffy reached behind him and picked up another box.

"You haven't seen what Giles and Olivia brought us, then."

"I was just saying earlier how much I like to burn bread." he retorted, a twinkle in his eye.

Buffy playfully hit him in the arm.

"Be grateful! These are our wedding presents!"

"You know I am!" he said, "I can't believe that this is happening, that we're opening wedding presents like a normal couple...I never thought this day would come."

But it had. They'd married in Ireland a fortnight ago. Being oddly patient, they'd left all their gifts in Sunnydale, and had only begun opening them once they'd returned home from their honeymoon. The wedding was beautiful, nothing could have been more perfect. Angel wore a tux, Buffy chose an elegant blue dress. They had decided not to opt for the traditional 'no-expense-spared' deal that Giles and Olivia went for, but they did marry in a church, with their family and friends surrounding them on their special day. It would remain etched on their hearts forever.

Buffy lifted herself onto Angel's lap as they continued to open their presents, laughing at the funny or saucy ones (God knows how Doyle sneaked his present past Cordelia, his girlfriend, she would have had a heart attack) and the more sentimental ones, such as the framed photo of when they first started dating (Willow had given it). They had specifically asked for presents which were cheap, due to the expense it was costing everyone to fly to Ireland. But somehow, nobody had problems financing the trip, and everything had worked out fine. They felt like they were living in a dream.

They snuggled up together on the floor.

"Your bath is getting cold." Angel said between kisses.

"You're right, but I don't want to leave you here, all dry and lonely..."

"I can come up with you, if you like..."

Buffy's tried to sound nonchalant, but it was all a big act.

"I'd like that a lot." She calmly said. Angel gave her a look, and she burst into laughter. They jumped up and raced each other to the stairs.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Buffy stopped running and grabbed her head in pain. She gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her hair.

Angel swiftly halted and turned back to his lover, deeply concerned. He held her to him, supporting her, so that she wouldn't fall down.

"What's wrong?"

It had come on so abruptly that Buffy was caught off guard by the force of the pain. She broke free of Angel's embrace and managed to stumble to a wall to support herself with.

"Buffy! What's wrong?!"

She barely heard his words, but she answered him anyway.

"Shooting pains in my head." she gasped, and then her eyes slumped and all that she saw was black.

~

She didn't consider what happened next to be 'waking up', but the next thing Buffy knew, she was standing in a small hospital room. The entire Scooby gang were with her, shuffled around a bed. Buffy rubbed her arms, feeling disorientated. She glanced around the room, trying to ascertain where she was. The room was tinged with green light, even- she noticed- her skin had a grassy tone to it, as if she was inside the negative of a photograph. The Scooby's looked different to when she last saw them at the wedding reception- Willow's hair was shorter here, and Giles seemed to have lost some on top. But she could only see their backs, they had their attention on the person lying on the bed.

Buffy walked across the room to find out who it was. The girl lying on the bed had dull blond hair and tubes sticking out of her arms and mouth, but Buffy instantly recognised that it was her.

"What the..."

She reached out to touch the girl.

"How..."

Another hand beat her to it. She looked up to find Riley standing beside her, grappling with tears and stroking the coma-Buffy's face. Her ex boyfriend started talking to the others, but it was hard to understand them as their voices were muffled.

*I've been here for a few hours now*

*Any change?*

*Her cheeks are redder than usual, I don't know if that means anything*

*It's good of you to stay with her*

*I don't like leaving her alone*

*She isn't*

Frowning, Buffy tuned their voices out of her mind and walked around the room in deep thought. She glanced out of the window to notice that a storm was brewing.

She turned back again. Giles had moved away from the bed, and was looking in her direction. It was impossible that he could see her, but it almost felt like he could. He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

Not talking to anybody particular, knowing they couldn't hear her, Buffy whispered to herself: 'What happened to me?"

She began to walk back across the room, back to the bed, back to the other Buffy to have another look. But suddenly, abruptly, everything went fuzzy and she found herself walking across a desert. And just as before, she fell unconscious again.

~

Oxygen. She needed oxygen. Her lungs were so hot that they could spit fire.

She sat up. With a wheezy chest, she gulped down air as Angel tried to comfort her.

"Ssh, baby."

She clung onto him tightly, her eyes focussed on the wall. Her vision was blurred, and various images were playing through her mind.

-She was in another room now. It had a homely feel to it, with yellow walls and canary bed covers. A figure was lying on it, but it wasn't her this time. It was a man. It was Angel!

-In the next image, she could only watch as she saw herself in a cemetery. A demon was brutally attacking her. Her other-self managed to kill it with a violent smack to the head.

-But it was too late. Moments after the demon had disintegrated into ash, the victorious Buffy fell to the ground like a plank of wood.

"NO!"

Buffy was pulled back into her home by Angel's soothing words. She gripped her fingers in his arms, hoping that he'd understand her.

"Something's happening to us! In my mind- images! I'm in a hospital! You're in a bed!"

"Ssh, you're hallucinating..."

"I'm not! These things happened! Or they're going to happen--"

And before she could explain further, Angel's voice lowered until she could hardly hear him at all. Her vision blurred again, and all she could do was hold onto his warm body, as he did hers, until she felt his grip weaken and felt herself fade away into nothing.

And back in reality, surrounded by all her friends, Buffy Anne Summers woke up from her coma.

~

"She's coming round!"

Her sunken eyes flitted between consciousness and unconsciousness, but, finally, they opened.

The first person she saw was Giles. He stood over her with such intense joy that she almost felt glad to be alive again. Her face stretched like a gargoyle (she hadn't used her muscles for months) as she began to cry.

"Buffy?"

Like a jigsaw puzzle, everything had slotted into place. She'd been in a coma. She'd been in a dream, had created her own perfect world to live in. it wasn't real. None of it was, not even Angel.

"Oh God." she croaked.

"Buffy!"

Her name was being whispered by everyone, it made her feel cold. Buffy. That was her name. That was who she was.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to return to the dream world. She didn't want to be trapped in a world full of pain and suffering, not even if it was the real one. She wanted to return to her world, the one she'd created, the one that she shared with her human angel.

Angel wasn't human in real life.

She realised she was holding a hand. She clenched it hard, causing the person to yelp. Her eyes shot open.

Riley?

Riley was here? Wasn't he back in Iowa? Didn't he leave Sunnydale after they broke up a few years ago?

No, that was a dream.

Where was she?

"What year...is it?" she mouthed, feeling how dry her throat was.

Giles instructed Willow to find a nurse. He turned back to Buffy.

"You've been in a coma for a fourteen months. We've all been waiting, Willow, Riley, Xander...we never thought this day would come!"

"A year?" she said, with great pain in her voice.

Was that all?

Riley's stroked her hair tenderly.

"Yeah, baby."

She furrowed her brow, not wanting him to touch her. It felt so wrong, especially after...

"Angel." she said. She meant to ask, 'how is he?', but the rest of the words were jammed in her throat.

The gang reacted with surprise, but before they could reply, the nurse arrived. Riley was visibly upset by the mention of his rival.

"It's Riley." he told her, as the nurse pulled him away, claiming that Buffy needed to rest. His fingers fell away from hers, and then he was gone. As were the others.

Buffy quietly watched as the nurse checked her vitals. Neither said a word.

She silently wept.

~

Angel numbly slumped down onto the ground. His hands were still tingling from her touch, he could still smell her perfume. But she'd gone, disappeared from his very grasp without any explanation as to why. Or how. She was scared, mumbling about hospitals, as if she'd looked into the future and seen death at every turn. It had frightened him to see her like this, and when she disappeared, physically evaporated, Angel felt his heart leave with her.

He didn't pretend to understand why it happened, or who did it. All he knew was that he had to do something. He wanted to find her and bring her back.

But he didn't know how.

He rocked on the floor, hugging his body with his lonely arms, feeling like an animal in a cage. Looking down, he saw the mirror that Dawn had brought them for a wedding present lying on the ground beside him. He picked it up, and stared into his own reflection. He looked at himself so hard that his vision went blurry.

~

Buffy gazed coldly into the mirror that was hanging up on the wall. Her eyes were puffed and red, but Buffy didn't care. She wasn't really looking at herself, but just staring ahead into nothingness. The pyjamas she was wearing weren't very warm, but she didn't have the desire to go back to bed. Not anymore. Sleep wouldn't bring her perfect life back. She'd have to live in this one instead. This saddened her.

The nurse returned, and immediately tut-tutted at Buffy.

"Get back into bed, dear. You need to rest now."

Without taking her eyes from the mirror, Buffy shook her head.

"I've rested for over a year. I don't need any more." she replied.

The nurse began to tidy the bed up.

"I've never seen anything like it. You only woke up from a deep coma a few hours ago, and now you're on your feet, checking your reflection! Don't worry, love. It just needs a good comb."

Buffy looked at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about. She returned to the mirror and saw herself for the first time. Her hair was incredibly dull, and a bit of a mess. That was what the nurse was referring to. Her hair.

"Oh." was all she could say.

"You don't seem very happy to have woken up." the nurse noted.

"No, I'm not. I was having the most beautiful dream."

"But that was just fantasy. This is reality."

"That's why I'm so unhappy."

The nurse stopped tucking the bed, and gazed at the bizarre girl sympathetically.

"What's so wrong with your life that you don't want to live it?"

'Where to start?' Buffy thought. It wasn't just a life without Angel that made her despair, it was the whole slayer gig. Fighting evil, living in darkness, she hated it. And she was scared. Scared that she would die a painful and violent death. Her dream-world was so wonderful because all the demons had gone. The End of Days had passed, and she had survived. She was living a normal life.

"I have a lot of pressures." was all she told the nurse.

"But you have that gorgeous fiancé of yours..." the nurse continued warmly.

Without thinking, Buffy replied "No, we're married now."

It took a few moments before the truth set in.

She turned to the nurse.

"Sorry- I, that was my dream."

"But it'll be reality soon." the nurse said, pointing to Buffy's right hand.

Buffy frowned and shook her head in confusion. She lifted it, and noticed that an engagement ring was on her finger.

"Where did that come from?" she breathed.

"Your boyfriend. He said that you were about to get engaged when your...accident happened."

Riley had proposed to her. She remembered almost instantly. It was one of the last things that had happened before she fell into her coma.

*Riley, I'm speechless, I don't know what to say*

*Say yes*

*I can't, I need time to think. I'll tell you tonight*

*I'll be waiting*

"No!" Buffy eagerly shouted out, twisting the ring off her hand and throwing it across the room as if it were hot coal.

The nurse dropped her towels and raced over to her. Buffy dizzily grappled for a chair and slid into it. Her eyes lowered to the ground.

"I was going to say No..." Buffy whispered to herself.

"Buffy?"

A new voice had entered the room. Buffy looked up to find Willow standing at the door, holding flowers. The nurse quickly exited, leaving them alone.

Buffy was too tired to greet her friend properly, just nodding for her to come in. Willow smiled half-heartily.

"I bought you some flowers. I'll put them in water."

"Do that, thanks."

As soon as Willow had finished, she sat down on the bed. Buffy remained in the chair.

"How are you?"

What a question. Buffy unsuccessfully tried to lighten her voice as she played with her empty wedding finger. "Good. Bad. Everything in between."

"It must be weird. I remember when I woke up from my coma, everything felt different, and I was only gone a few hours." Willow said.

"Why am I engaged to Riley?"

The question came out of nowhere. Willow gave a matter-of-fact answer.

"You were gone for so long that Riley needed to restore his hope."

"Does he really think I'm engaged to him?"

"He does now. It's been a long time, he's probably forgotten the truth."

Buffy frowned. "I'm not engaged to him." She decided. "I'm not."

She began to shake. Willow softened her face.

"Maybe you should lie down, Buffy."

"There's no point, not anymore. Sleeping won't take me back there."

"Take you back where?"

Buffy looked up at her friend, wondering how she could explain everything that had happened to her, and how important her dream-world was.

"Home." Was all that she could say.

~

Angel walked through the silent streets of Sunnydale, feeling lonely and confused. It was as if the entire population had upped and left in one hit, and all that was left was this ghost town. He expected to see a tumbleweed blowing across the road. There were no cars, no noise, no people. Just Angel and an empty town. He numbly walked in the middle of the road- stumbling, tripping over his own feet- propelled to go deeper into Sunnydale, hoping to find Buffy- hoping to find anyone that could help him understand what was happening. Where were Giles and Ophelia? For some reason, Angel couldn't find their house. He just kept walking down strange streets, feeling himself become more and more lost. Everything outside of his peripheral vision was misty and grey, he could barely see down the end of the street. What was happening to him? Hours ago, he and Buffy were living a wonderful dream, and now he was alone in a nightmare world. What had changed? Where had Buffy gone? Why did he remain? He wanted answers.

Angel looked up from his brooding to find himself standing outside a familiar building. A scream of frustration caught half-way through his throat, and he placed his hands over his tired eyes in defeat, sinking into the wall, becoming covered in the mist.

He was standing outside his house.

He'd walked full circle.

~

Riley stood outside the hospital room, waiting for Joyce to finish talking with Buffy. They'd been in that room together for almost an hour now, and Riley was becoming impatient. Finally, the door opened, and Mrs Summers walked outside, looking much happier, and younger, than the last time he saw her. Life had returned to her cheeks. Tears marked her face, but she didn't seem bothered about it, and she smiled warmly at Riley, telling him that Buffy was ready to see him now. She left them alone with the excuse that she had to buy a coffee to settle her nerves.

It had been a big shock when Riley called to give her the news about Buffy's revival, she'd nearly been arrested as she speeded up to the hospital in her car. At last, her life felt complete again. Her daughter had returned to the land of the living. Joyce could begin to relax now. Everything was going to be okay.

Riley walked into the room, expecting to find Buffy lying on the bed, but instead discovered her standing by the wardrobe, putting on the clothes that her mother had brought in. He was taken aback by the healthy person who stood before him. Just a few hours ago, she was hooked up to all sorts of machines.

"Hey." He said, wanting to embrace her, but feeling somehow that would be wrong.

"Hey to you too."

She tried to smile, but it didn't come out quite right. She seemed nervous to see him, as if this was the first time they'd talked after a huge row. That was untrue. The last time they talked, she'd promised to marry him. Well, she'd promised to think about marrying him. It was the same difference, wasn't it?

No, it wasn't.

"Look, Riley--" she stopped for a second, unsure what to say. "I'm--I'm sorry for all the pain I put you through this past year, it means a lot that you've been looking after me."

"We all have." Riley brushed aside.

"The problem is--" oh, how could she do this to him? "--some things happened to me when I was in my coma. I discovered a lot about myself, and what I wanted in life. And what I didn't. Now I'm awake and all, I can't ignore what my unconscious was telling me, you know?"

"Yeah, I think so." He said, not understanding at all.

"And one thing it told me...was about you."

Riley grinned hopefully. It completely destroyed Buffy to see him looking so happy because of her, and what he thought she was going to be in his life. She was going to shatter this good man's dreams. But she had to, to be true to her own.

In the corridor, a passing nurse heard a man sobbing in one of the hospital rooms. And a soft, pleading, female voice, trying to console him.

~

Angel sat in the lounge, in front of the fire he made, trying to feel anything but cold. He was surrounded by broken glass and torn boxes and shattered presents. The toaster Giles and Olivia had given him was now bent and irredeemable- smashed against the wall. Xander and Anya's videos had been stamped upon, and the tape had been torn out. Anything flammable had been thrown in the fire. Ornaments were destroyed, posters ripped from their walls. Pillows ripped into pieces. Chairs snapped in half. Angel had torn the entire house apart, but he didn't feel any better. It had been 23 hours since Buffy disappeared - nearly one entire day - and Angel was none the wiser to where she had gone. No, where she'd been *taken*. He'd tried to contact his friends and family, but had no luck at all. The town was entirely deserted. Wherever Buffy was, they were too. So why was Angel still here?

~

Riley had left a few hours ago, but Buffy wasn't giving much though to him anymore. She had other things pressing on her mind.

Her mother had told her about Angel's accident. Willow had never mentioned it, and Riley certainly wasn't about to. Apparently, and Joyce was sketchy on the details because she didn't like the vampire, after Buffy fell into a coma, he went a little crazy, out of grief, and ended up getting himself into a coma of his very own.

And Buffy knew, instantly, what that meant. For if he was in a coma, and she was in a coma, at the same time, they must have been together. The Angel that she dreamed she had married and lived happily ever after with...it was the REAL Angel. The world she lived in while she was in a coma was far too realistic to be imaginary. It wasn't *just* a dream. It was more than that.

Somehow, Angel and Buffy had found each other in another stream of consciousness and joined together, creating their own world to live in the process. It meant that what she experienced with Angel was real, and once he woke up, he's remember it too. It meant that she didn't need to seek that other world anymore, for once Angel was out of it, it wouldn't matter if she was never there again. She loved Angel, and wherever he was, that's where she wanted to be too.

But she wasn't with Angel. He wasn't even awake. He was still trapped in that dream-world. Buffy knew that it was up to her to save him.

~

Angel walked into the bathroom, drawn to the tub which was filled with ice cold water. He'd completely forgotten about the bath he'd ran for Buffy. The candles he'd left on the table as a romantic gesture had melted into nothing. The warm towels were now rough and cold. Buffy never reached the bathroom before she was taken away.

He silently sat by the bath-tub, wondering what to do next.

~

She softly walked across the muddy garden, towards Cordelia's house. She wore a long, exotic dress and brown sandals. The doctor had ensured that she stay at the hospital for tests and recuperation for a few more days, but as soon as she was given the all clear, Buffy had ran out the door, jumped into Xander's waiting car ("your taxi, ma-am!"), and demanded that he take her to Los Angeles. Never one to piss off a vampire slayer by saying no, Xander, after a few moments of hesitation, started the ignition and began driving.

And now here she was, standing outside the house where Angel slept. He was in a bed, probably not dissimilar to the one she'd been lying in over the past fourteen months. He had Cordelia and Wesley to care for him, whereas she had Riley, her mom, and her friends. It was good to know that Angel was being looked after. Buffy couldn't bear the thought of him being all alone.

She knocked on the door with three hard raps of the knuckle. A business knock. Xander was parked patiently down the road with the radio on. There was no rush for her to return.

Cordelia answered it. Her hair was pulled back in a messy pony-tail, she was wearing jogging trousers and a basic top. She didn't have make-up on. She clearly wasn't the same girl that Buffy had known in high-school. She had matured beyond her years.

Cordelia, despite jumping slightly when she recognised her guest, didn't seem too surprised that Buffy had turned up. She motioned for her to come in, mumbling, "it's been a while since I've seen you."

Wesley was in the kitchen, making a pot of tea. He offered Buffy a cup, which she accepted gratefully.

"How is he?" was her first words.

"Bad." Cordelia instantly replied, before even processing the question. By the mortified look on Buffy's face, she shook her head vigorously in apology. "I'm sorry-- that's what I always say. Angel's the same as he's always been for the past year or so. Nothing's changed since that first day..."

Cordelia launched into a detailed explanation of what happened to him, from the day he learned about Buffy's coma, to the day he fell into one himself. It was much clearer than Joyce's off-hand version (Buffy's mom refused to talk to the Scooby's, and only learned of Angel's situation through Riley). Cordelia also talked about how Angel would secretly visit her hospital room at night sometimes. How he thought Buffy was engaged to Riley. Buffy cleared herself on that score, but she felt terrible knowing the pain and self destruction Angel had put himself through after she lost consciousness. She wanted him to live, not waste away. It was because of her that he nearly killed himself- it was because of her he was in a coma.

After Cordelia had finished, Buffy put her empty cup on the table and asked to be taken to him.

Wesley led the way. She walked into a familiar room- the canary yellow room she was shown in her vision a few days ago. And on the pristine clean bed, covered with yellow sheets, lay Angel. Asleep, not breathing, not moving. Alone. Buffy forced her tears back and clenched the cold hand of her beloved in her own. She looked at him carefully, lovingly, tracing his eyelids, his cheeks, his mouth, remembering all the joy they'd had together.. She sat on the bed beside him, touched her hand to his forehead, and began to meditate with closed eyes.

"Hello, Mr Angel St. Clare." She thought to herself.

~

He heard the words clearly. He looked around, wondering whether he'd imagined her voice or not. He must be going delusional.

*I'm here to bring you home*

There it was again! He stood up and addressed the ceiling with a loud voice.

"Buffy! Can you hear me?!"

*You're living in a dream*

"Where are you?"

*It's not real*

"Buffy!"

*You have to wake up*

"What is happening?!" Angel shouted out. "Where are you?! Tell me!"

*I love you*

"Buffy!" he wailed, dropping to the ground and sobbing loudly. He was so confused, so alone, he didn't understand anything any more. Without Buffy, this world didn't make any sense. He felt trapped, segregated. He was being punished. He knew it.

I love you too, he thought, wherever you are, whatever you are doing. If this is hell, I'll accept a thousand torments to know that you're safe, far away from here, and me. You deserve happiness and to live in the light. I life in despair and the darkness. This is my punishment for everything I did as a vampire. I deserve all of this, because I inflicted so much pain on other people. Yes. This is hell, I see that now. It's too cold to be anything else. I'm glad you're not here. I'm glad. I'm--

Suddenly, a deep pain began to throb in the middle of his forehead.

Images peddled through his mind- events that were very strange yet familiar, as if he'd experienced them in another life, a long time ago. He saw himself fighting demons, killing demons, saving lives, burning himself out. He saw himself climbing through a window and into a hospital room, where Buffy (Buffy?) was lying, motionless, on a sterile white bed. He saw himself fighting more demons- visiting Buffy- demons - Buffy- demons- until he saw himself sinking to the ground outside the Hyperion Hotel, completely and utterly destroyed.

And then things went black.

~

He woke up almost immediately. The room was very bright, especially for vampire eyes, and he squinted for a while before his vision adjusted to the colours. He sat up, looked around, and discovered that he was lying in a yellow room. Wesley and Cordelia was standing by the door. Cordelia had a big smile glued to her face. Wesley looked happy too, but had a much calmer disposition on his features. Buffy called his name, and he turned his head to behold the vision of his beloved, sitting on the bed beside him. She grinned warmly.

"Welcome back!" his wife laughed.

But she wasn't his wife. Angel digested this memory along with all the other ones that were seeping back into his brain, filling in the voids. None of that world was real. He understood now. He wasn't in hell. He wasn't anywhere- it was just a dream. All of it. Just a dream. He felt emotionally drained, numb, too tired to make sense of everything that had happened. But he was in reality now, he had all the time in the world to get his head around the things that had happened in that other place. The End of Days, his shanshu, Buffy, their engagement and marriage. Picnics by the river. It all happened, but it didn't. Not really.

Buffy St. Clare was just part of Angel's dream, she never existed. He was in a world where demons still existed and Angel was still a vampire. And Buffy was marrying Riley.

But Buffy wasn't in a coma anymore. Angel remembered that she was before he...lost consciousness... and how it had driven him insane. But here she was, happy and alive. That meant everything to him- it was all he ever desired that she woke up again. Even if it meant that they wouldn't be together.

"Hello, sleepy." She said, playing with his shirt. "I love your P.J's."

"Thank-you." He said. His voice was hoarse, he hadn't used it for a long time. It hurt to speak.

"Look," she said, pushing her hair behind her ears as she drew closer to him. "Can we just skip the unnecessary small-talk and get to the big making up scene?" A teasing smile played upon her lips.

"Wh-?" Angel began to say, but he was interrupted by a deep kiss.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do, Mr Angel St. Clare." Buffy said when they finally broke apart.

His eyes widened in recognition. She nodded knowingly. He grinned and pulled her into his arms, messing up the bed covers in the process.

"We certainly do, Mrs Angel St. Clare." He replied, his voice becoming stronger with every word. "We certainly do."

Wesley touched Cordelia's arm and motioned for her to follow him out of the room. It was best to give the lovebirds some privacy. She took his hand and nodded softly, closing the door behind her.

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