Disclaimer: Don’t own anyone. They’re Joss’s, Fury’s ...Blah, blah... You know the drill. The lines in // // are taken from BtVS. Rating: R for slight angst.
Spoilers: None, I think.
Timeline: After “Becoming 2”.
Couplings: B/A, always.
Brief summary: Buffy thinks about Angel after sending him to Hell. Feedback: This is my first fic ever and my English is very rusty so I’m not really excepting nice critics... But it would be nice to Send it to BAalways@msn.com

//Forever. That’s the whole point...//

I can hear the birds, and the soft murmur of the waves crashing into the rocks. I’m sitting between your legs, my back pressed against your broad chest, my hands interlined with yours and your strong arms wrapped around my waist.

// Home...//

I don’t remember when it was decided. We just came here one day and silently agreed this was our place. The sun is almost touching the horizon now.

//Shh...Don’t worry about it. //

“Close your eyes,” you whisper into my ear. “Can you hear it?”

I do as you ask and can’t help but smile. Always the cryptic one.

“Hear what?” I ask.

“Shh... You have to be quiet or you’ll miss it.” Your velvet voice caresses my soul and I shiver at the touch of your hot breath kissing my skin. “The moment the sun hits the sea... It’s almost there...”

//Perfection...//

I wait a few seconds, curiosity getting the best of me. Hey, one thing living in the Hellmouth has showed me is that nothing’s impossible. But nothing comes.

“Angel?”

//Angel. It's a pretty name.//

“Did you hear it?” I notice the smile in your voice and crack my neck to look at you. You have that boyish look in your face and I narrow my eyes trying to maintain a stern expression.

“You making fun of me?” and I inquire.

//Love makes you do the wacky.//

You pretend to be hurt by my suspicion for a second but soon start to laugh. That sound still makes me all fuzzy and warm and I know I’ve lost when my lips involuntary start to move.

You fall backwards, into the checkered rug that we brought in case it got cold, and pull me with you and roll over so you’re on top. I love the weight your body on top of mine.

You start tickling me and I laugh so hard my belly hurts. Soon I’m begging you, “Ang...Please... Ahh... Stop.” But you know I’m loving feeling so free. You always know.

//You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it?//

“On one condition” you warn me. I try to wriggle from under you knowing I could flip you in a heartbeat but enjoying the happiness that only you can bring.

“Wha…at?” and I manage to say through our laughter.

“Say you love me”

I let out another squeal and surrender “I... love you”.

You finally take pity on me and lean down to capture my lips. I try to catch my breath while you slowly lick my upper lip. I put my hands under your shirt and a sigh escapes from both our mouths. Nothing feels as good as this. Us… like this… I could stay forever just loving you.

//Just kiss me… //

Something changes in me. A strange feeling of fear makes me gasp. You bring your hand up trace the line of my collarbone. Your eyes penetrate into the depths of me and I know.

“This isn’t real…” my voice stars to crack and I can feel my eyes watering. “Angel. Don’t leave me. “

A single tear slowly falls and you wipe it. Your touch is so reverent... as if you’re afraid I’ll break.

//I always wished I could meet someone... exciting. Interesting.//

“I love you.” You tell me. A sob escapes from my throat because I know it’s true. I can feel it deep in my bones. In my soul. Printed in my heart.

//You shouldn't have to touch me when I'm like this.//

Your forehead touches mine, resting and I breathe in your scent. Angel smell.

//Oh. I didn't even notice.//

“I love you”. Did I say it enough? Do you know how much I love you? “I loved you before I met you...”

You raise my chin gently making me look into you.

//Angel, when I look into the future, a-a... all I see is you! All I want is you.//

“It’s stronger than death.” And I know you’re right but it hurts. It hurts. so. much. My soul is screaming so loud that I know you can hear it. Make it stop Angel. Please...

“Angel, I can’t take it any more.” My throat hurts from the struggle to not cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Buffy.” I feel the urgency in your voice and I wanna die as well because you’re leaving. Leaving me. “I loved you with my last breath.”

//Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.//

I cling to you with all my strength hoping you can take me with you.

“You have to let me go.” You whisper, against my lips. I shake my head fiercely not trusting my own voice.

//I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop.//

Your mouth devours mine with such passion and gentleness... As your hands slide under my blouse I lose all tracks of thoughts.

//Me, me, too. I can't either.//

Nothing else matters as we take our cloths off.

Skin on skin.

Desire.

Fire.

Love.

I wake up still feeling you inside of me. I can still feel your taste in my mouth. With my eyes still closed I smile, rolling over to my right knowing you’ll be there. The moment my hand touches the blanket I remember... The sun is touching my face but I don’t feel the heat. I don’t feel anything anymore.

Angel...

He’s dea... gone. But then again so am I.

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