FEEDBACK: Please let me know what you thought, i know it's not very long, i wasn't even sure if it was worth posting, lol, but i figured i might as well.
SUMMARY: Set in an Alternate Universe where Angel has made amends and is human. He's sat at a poolside with Buffy, and it's told from his POV.

You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now, just sitting here next to you, watching you. Your feet swirl in tiny circular motions, your toes submerged in water, and your tongue flicks out in an unconsciously erotic motion as you sweep up the last remaining drips of your ice-cream. Of all the things I love to do, watching you has got to be one of the top ten, especially when your unaware of it.

You're absorbed in your task of not spilling any of that creamy white substance, but you turn towards be with a satisfied grin at your success. I want to say something, something that'll make you laugh, or smile, but that smile is already there, lighting up your face to match your eyes, and right now I know you're happy.

That's all I ever want for you. Your happiness.

You laugh at whatever emotions you can read on my face, and it reminds me just how off-guard you always make me. Are my thoughts and emotions always so readable? Or is it just with you?

'What ya thinkin about?' you ask me in that cute, playful little-girl voice.

I quirk an eyebrow and laugh with you. I love this, this openness, this release for responsibility. I love you. I don't think I tell you that enough, I always mean to, I always want to, but I get scared almost every time. I know it sounds crazy, but it still all seems so much like a wonderful dream and by saying those three words I'm terrified everything will be shattered back into reality.

'I was thinking about you,' I tell you honestly, and I delight in the soft blush that appears on your cheeks.

You're very much a women, but at times you're still very young, and it's moments like these I get the strongest urges to pull you into my arms and never let you back into the outside world. Of course you'd have none of it. You're the Slayer, and I love you for it, but sometimes you're so very vulnerable. but then so am I.

I can't help myself any longer and I surrender to my desire, my *need*, to touch you, kiss you. My lips brush against yours softly, the barest of touches, but I know what that does to you, and your soft sigh reminds me all over again. You're so receptive, so responsive, so wonderful.

It's all so amazingly unbelievable. Is that warmth really a result of the mid-day sun beating down on my skin? Is my breath really coming in uneven gasps from the on-slaughter of your hot mouth? If I have any doubts then the sensation of your nails scraping down my shirtless chest and my name whispered from your lips reassures me that this is reality. And so is my heartbeat. And my hunger for you.

'Angel,' you say, your voice betraying as much hunger as I feel, 'lets go inside. It's hot out here.'

'Yes,' my lips curve into a wicked smile at the playful spark in your eyes, 'Let's go inside.'

The sun will still be here, waiting, if we choose to return.

You move to get up but I beat you to it, scooping you up in my arms before you get the chance to protest. You might be the Slayer, but perhaps you forget I still have my old strength, and *nothing* is going to prevent me from sweeping you off your feet.

'It's your fault,' I tell you with laughter. 'If you hadn't eaten that ice cream.'

You just grin back at me and bat your eyelashes playfully. 'Well, then I'll have to see what I can do to remedy the situation.'

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