Disclaimer: not mine…if they were, Buffy would have been on Angel since BtVS ended and Angel would not be ending this season
Dedication: to my banana, Meredith b/c she was craving one of my fics…sorry its taken so long, you probably don’t even want it anymore
Summary: in all her years of slaying, Buffy has many scars **Fluff**
AN: Inspired by the song “Favorite Scar” by The Vanished
Feedback: yes please, w/ nekkid Angels on top

Buffy opened the door to her apartment and slipped inside. She closed the door and leaned, wearily, against it. The night had been too long. She ached from head to toe and she was sure her clothes were ruined from all the demon goo that she got splattered with. She trudged to the bathroom and peeled off her clothes, slipping into her fluffy bathrobe. She ran a hot bath and sprinkled in her lavender bath salts. She hissed as the steaming water hit her toes and she slid all the way under. She reveled in the feel of her aching muscles and joints being soothed by the almost unbearably hot water. She cleaned the nasty gash on her upper arm thoroughly with the healing soap that Willow had concocted.

**Oh well, another scar.**

Being the Slayer, she had always healed quickly, but not all of her wounds healed cleanly. She had more scars than she liked, but she figured that in the end, at least she’d have something to tell her grandkids about. She looked at all the various scars on her body. So many different demons had left their mark on her body. Some were old, some as new as a few days ago, some couldn’t even be seen. Though Buffy hated to admit it, most of her scars were emotional, but hey, what kid in today’s society didn’t expect to spend the remainder in their life in counseling working through the traumas of their childhood. Buffy, however, opted out of any sort of counseling and decided to work her childhood trauma out on vampires, demons and whatever else decided to cross her.

She grabbed the soap and lathered up her loafa and began washing the encrusted demon crud off of her skin. She was positive she was going to get some kind of rash. She grabbed her shampoo and lathered up her hair a couple of times, making sure to get all the gunk out. As she rinsed her hair, her fingers grazed the raised scar on her neck. She smiled as she fingered it, remembering all those many years ago. She remembered what it was like feeling his body pressed close to hers. She had trusted him with her life, but she had still been scared. The feeling of his fangs piercing her skin and the pull of her life as he drank from her deeply had been the most erotic thing she had ever felt. They were one in that moment. She would always run through his veins. She sighed as warmth spread through her body and her skin prickled.

Clean, she climbed out of the tub and back into her bathrobe. She grabbed a magazine and started flipping through it, anxious. She was tired of waiting. She made the mistake of lying down on the bed for a moment and ended up passing out for the night.

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Angel saw the lights on in the apartment and quietly entered. He found his love sprawled across the bed, hair all in a mess. He picked up the note on his pillow and smiled as he read it:

You’re my favorite scar…

--Buffy--

He set it down and gently placed his love under the covers and shed his clothes to join her. He kissed his scar as he climbed into bed and pulled her close to him. She whispered his name and he smiled as he settled into sleep.

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