DISCLAIMER: Angel and Buffy are not mine unfortunately - I'm just giving them a little vacation from all that darkness ! The song is by Eleanor MacEvoy from A Woman's Heart CD.
TIMELINE: Takes place after my Demons against Destiny story
SPOILERS: Not really, maybe Season 1 & 2 of BtVS to be safe
FEEDBACK: Would be nice -
DISTRIBUTION: Can't imagine that you'd want it but ask and you shall receive
RATING: Completely harmless (as well as plotless)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a silly songfic. Just a small piece of harmless fluff to keep us B/A fans going.
DEDICATION: To all the stalwart B/A'ers out there.

Angel woke up suddenly. For just a moment he was completely disoriented, wasn't sure where he was or what had happened. Then he picked up the scent from the sheets, they smelled of vanilla and sunshine - essence of Buffy if you like. Definitely, unmistakably Buffy.

When I wake from dreaming,
In the middle of the night,
You're asleep and yet you say,
In your own sweet, silent way
That everything's alright.

He had been dreaming again. Reliving in his nightmares the horrors of his soul-less existence. He had heard again the screams of the children, the desperation of their parents as he slaughtered them. He had felt again the desolation, the emptiness, the loneliness of those first years after his soul had been returned.

And your hair is lying,
'Cross the pillow by my head,
You're unconscious to the night,
You can't speak but that's alright,
Let your breathing talk instead.

He turned over and gently laid his hand on the shoulder of the sleeping figure beside him. He didn't want to wake her, not for the world. With a feather light touch he caressed that warm, golden skin. Moving closer he inhaled deeply as if to breathe in not just her scent but the comfort that her presence brought him.

I hear you breathing in,
You breathe out on my skin,
That's when I begin to know you're near to me.
Well I don't turn on the light,
I don't need to use my eyes.
The heartbeat by my side,
Tells me you're here with me.

He lay completely silently, not even breathing now as had become his habit. If he lay like this, silent, unmoving, he could not alone hear her breathing, her heartbeat; he could feel them. It was almost as though he was living in her, through her. She was his life.

Senses can deceive me,
When I'm sleepy and confused,
Through my heavy eyes I see,
Only darkness around me,
Dreams long since excused.
And my thoughts go roaming,
Through the cloisters of my brain.
Then it's midnight as I find,
That you've hypnotised my mind,
With your silliness again.

Lying there, cocooned in her delicious warmth, his mind wandered back. Images flashed into his mind of their time together. Pictures of their one kiss in the sunlight, of the first time they had made love on the night of her seventeenth birthday, of the second time that they made love - their hearts beating together on the day that never was, of their joyful re-union in the aftermath of the battle against the First Evil.

I hear you breathing in,
You breathe out on my skin,
That's when I begin to know you're near to me.
Well I don't turn on the light,
I don't need to use my eyes.
The heartbeat by my side,
Tells me you're here with me.

Buffy was here with him. His soul, his heart, his life. Everything that he fought for. Everything that he lived for. He could feel the whisper of her warm breath on his cold skin. He could feel the thump of her heart against his own unmoving chest. He could feel her soul surrounding his and keeping it safe. He was home.

Angel closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

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