DISCLAIMER: none of these characters belong to moi
SPOILERS: "Amends"...takes place after credits...and remember that pic of angel holding buffy in a dip???
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: please?
A/N 1: what a surprise...a xmas fic, ya i kno there's a lot coming out now so sry....and about the rock (u'll kno wut i mean) i couldn't think of anything else so sry again if u dont like it or find it unbelievable
A/N 2: thank u so much....Leanne, Akay, Angelbabs, and Doc, i appreciate it
A/N 3: happy holidays!!!!

No sunshine graced the streets of Sunnydale, California. It was snowing. Pure white snowflakes fell from the sky in handfuls.

Side by side, Angel and Buffy walked through the quiet streets. His thumb drew lazy circles across her knuckles as they stared at the sky. Shyly, Buffy glanced back towards him. Without warning she found herself pulled off balance, supported only by the two strong arms that encircled her waist. Angel grinned.

"Surprise."

Buffy laughed in return and her hands reached to cradle his face. He turned his head to the side to kiss her fingertips. Facing her again, the intensity of his gaze caused her to still. His grin had faded and a serious expression took its place.

He gently drew her back onto her feet, eyes still intent upon her own. "What you said...on the hill...I won't forget it, and I love you...too much sometimes." They stood for a moment until a gust of icy wind blew through Buffy's thin jacket. She shivered. Noticing Angel asked, "Cold?"

"Yes." She reluctantly said. She wasn't ready to go home, not yet.

Apparently, Angel wasn't ready to let her go either. The Espresso Pump was crowded, but they managed to find a small booth tucked into the corner. He left to retrieve their coffees while Buffy placed her chilled hands in her pockets. A wrapped package lay forgotten in one. Angel returned a moment later and Buffy felt a flash of delight as he slid in next to her, his long leg pressed against her own.

She pushed the green box toward him while taking a sip of her mocha. He ever so slowly untied the bright red ribbon. Out rolled a rock. There was nothing particularly special about it, about the size of a golf ball, round and gray with flecks of clearness that sparkled. It did, however, have "Ireland" scratched onto its smooth surface. She cleared her throat nervously. "It's not much. My mother has a dealer in Ireland so I asked.... Well...I just thought maybe you'd like a piece of home to carry around with you."

Angel tucked the stone into his pocket then placed his hand over her own, cradling the cup, absorbing the warmth of her skin mingled with the pungent drink. "Thank you." He paused for a moment. "But I don't need it when you're right here."

She blushed before tentatively leaning her head against his shoulder. They talked quietly about any and everything, a peaceful moment when nothing could penetrate their soft glow. The Christmas songs that drifted from overhead seemed less generic that year, to them both.

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