Disclaimer: If I owned Buffy and Angel they would be happy and not f****** other people or having breakfast with a werewolf!!
Rating:PG-13.
Spoilers: Season 5 in AtS
Timeline: Post-Chosen on BtVS and somewhere on AtS 5th season.
Coupling: B/A, of course.
Brief summary: Angel thinks about his past with Buffy. Angel’s POV.
Author’s note: /denotes thoughts/, the lines in // //are a flashback, please send it to BAalways@msn.com

He liked to sit in the dark. The night and the darkness were part of him. There had been a time when the night had meant love, comfort, *her*… Not anymore. Now it was a time to fight. No love. No comfort. And specially, not her.

//They had been hunting for hours with no success. It was a warm night and she had a cute ponytail that made her look so innocent. You had an arm resting across her shoulders, and she had put her warm hand under your shirt.

She was talking about her day “And he actually said the 19th century… Puh-lease! Even I knew that.”

Of course you cared if she had had fun, if school was going ok but you couldn’t concentrate on her words, you just wanted to bask in her voice. Even if you didn’t know her so well, better than you knew yourself, you could tell only by the sound of her voice, that she was happy. Happy to be with you.

From time to time she would tighten her embrace just to feel you a little closer to her, maybe to assure herself that you weren’t leaving; draw lazy circles on your back with the tip of her fingers and slowly caress your skin with palm of her hand.

Her voice broke your thoughts.

“Angel?” she always says your name in that breathless way, like the sexiest sound in the world.

Before you even had time to answer she is kissing you.

There is nothing but her in that moment.

Your kiss.

Nothing is so perfect, so right.

/Perfection/

You slowly break off the kiss but your foreheads rest against each other.

She’s smiling.

So are you.

You finally answer to her earlier question, “Yeah?” She chuckles.

/Beautiful/

“I was missing you.” She states. Yeah…you know the feeling. When she’s close but not close enough, when the urge to touch her is stronger than your will.

“I love you.”

Three simple words. They still shake your world, especially when they’re said gazing at each others eyes. You can see her soul. She sees yours.

“It’s getting late. You should go home.” You worry less when she’s tucked in, protected, safe.

“Angel, it’s Friday. I don’t have school tomorrow.”

She’s responsible enough to know what’s best for her /most of the time/so you let it go. After all why would you want to give up another hour with her?

You resume your walk but she’s hesitant and looks up at you with those big hazel eyes, a little afraid.

“I was thinking…” she stars, chewing her bottom lip, and says it all on one breath. “That maybe we could do something tomorrow. Nothing special.

Just…maybe a couple of movies, at the mansion. If you’re not doing anything, cause I don’t wanna impose. I don’t even have to stay the night. I could just come by tomorrow with the…stuff. Really…What?”

She trails off. Maybe it’s because of the foolish grin you have plastered on your face. Maybe it’s because you’re kissing her like there’s no tomorrow. She’s breathless from your passion. You love seeing her that way, red lips slightly wet, shaped in a perfect “o”.

“I’d love to”. You simply state. You’d love to make love to her right then because you feel so much love that your soul is almost bursting. You would love to sleep all night feeling her warm body pressed to you. You would love to wake up and see her face, first thing in the morning. The first one isn’t an option so you’re content with just sleeping next to her.

“You.” She tells you, out of the blue.

“Hmm?”

“The only place I feel at home is with you. Just holding you or looking into your eyes.” Her small hand caresses your face, your cheeks, your brow, your lips. “I feel whole.”//

There’s no home for you right now. You left it. But there are the memories. It was a good day spent on the couch, throwing popcorns into her mouth, laughing, kissing… It was definitely a good day. And there’s also the future. And hope. Because you know that someday…”Yes.”-he said out loud, a small smile tugging his lips-“someday.” All he had to do was wait. After all, he wasn’t getting any older. With thought he picked up the phone and dialed that number that he already knew by heart.

“Buffy?”

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