DISCLAIMER: Don't I wish.
TIMELINE: Sometime during "Just Being." Angel hasn't yet learned that he and Buffy can do the nasty, that'll be dealt with in PartIV.
SPOILERS: None I can think of.
SYNOPSIS: Angel and Buffy do some cuddling. *Sigh*.
DISTRIBUTION: After thanking you one thousand times over, I'll say yes. Just ask.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a really short one...hope you like.
FEEDBACK: Everyone who gives me even one *word* of feedback gets a frosting covered Angel *wicked grin*
RATING: Eh, PG? PG-13? Nothing bad.

"Come here."

Her legs curled up Upon the couch, dainty little feet moving in a shy circuitous motion. Eyes are most certainly the mirror to the soul. In that one fraction of an instant, her spirit...the very essence of what she would and could be...shown through like the whispers of a lovestruck faun. So helpless...yet so strong. Limbs of fire and brimstone, heart of pastel glass and felt blankets. It could be wrinkled...but never thrown away. It remained active always...forever in love with her suroundings. Her very being burned off care as it's fuel. Passion gripped her muscles as she contracted them for each kill, the sting of desire rippling through her eye-lids with every expression contorted. She was a creature of vibrations that could never and would never be written or explained with any justice.

She was Buffy.

Her most feminine aspects are my favorites. Those tender little toes shimmer slightly when they move...when she walks barefoot across the sanctity of carpet and harsh reality of oak. Cordelia had been keeping a bottle of pink nailpolish on her bureau, and Buffy had found it far too large of a temptation to resist. I woke up to the rather amusing site of her "applying" machinations one particulary hot morning, ...the pulsating heat of unbidden sunshine urging my humming soul to grace the smooth flesh of her foot with a light kiss.

She giggled, pushing at my shoulder with a smirk that screamed her prior innocence. Her hair draped down to her shoulder, bouncing with the purest flow...ringlets of gold and silver combined. They only heightened the wonder that she saw me through...the unconditional love that wrote like a manuscript against her features.

It never ceases to amaze me.

The polish split horizontaly for a moment, a flush of pink running against her ankle in small, eager droplets.

"Ugh," she feigned anger, a face of sheer peace making her portrayal utterly false. She grinned up at me, her tongue running tightly agianst the bottom of her mouth, "Look what you made me do," she pouted gently.

"Mmm." I let my large index finger rub gently into her skin, removing the freshly spilt color from it's location. She closed her eyes for a moment, a half smile released at my touch. "There," I replied in satisfaction, letting my lower lip reach to hers in a fluid moment; a gentle, tender press of our links.

Now here she was, perched on the couch in all her glory...the most delicious prey calling out to her predetor. Her lover.

I sat next to her in a rush, something tense and nervous flowing into my stomach. Her beauty was so astounding...like a painting come to life...one with it's own hypnotic stare and comforting glance.

"Wanna watch TV with me?" Her petite hand slipped around my neck, stroking small locks out of place in a slow repetition.

"Sure," my mouth spoke for my thoughts as I watched her...as I felt each touch magnified one thousand times over.

She curled up against my throbbing body, placing the remote carefully atop the coffeetable. Her golden locks cuddled into the nook of my arm, every muscle and care leaning into my embrace, "Anything you wanna watch?"

"You," I attempted, my mind whirling at the goddess bent against me.

She snorted, kissing the cool flesh of my cheek, "What a ladies man," she quipped in good nature, snuggling closer still.

Moments in time can come across as both deadly and necessary. Her eyes flicker pools of fire in a melted flash...and I confuse tenderness with a sting of passion...of fire. The wonder of our relationship burns on two sides of the border; both fasination of being, and absolute care of unconditonal adoration. Theories and thesis could be delicately intricated into the human cannon in leapts and bounds,...just concerning a single moment between us. We came together, two completly non-symmetric halves of one glorious and ecstasy-ridden whole, and formed our own breed. A separate lifeform fascinated with it's own way of living and existing each and every day.

"What were you like when you were human?" she whispered, two fingers sweeping down to rub adoringly and subconsciously against my thigh.

I let the cool atmosphere her breath created leak into my long dead lungs, letting them pretend to come alive for the time being. Pretend to breathe, "Nothing like this."

"Like what?" She lifted herself up straight, small pillows of ruby crimson eliciting a curious smile against her open lips.

"Nothing," I let my eyes travel down subconsciously, thoughts of what my exsistence had consisted of as a mortal bellowing through my mind.

"Oh come on. You think I'm gonna let you off the hook that easy?" she gave me a delicate shove, raising her pink fingers up to the tight skin of my gaze."You have the most beautiful face," she breathed after a moment, bundles of air rising and falling in awe against her chest. "You just...you're so..."

"Shh," I placed a finger carefully against her lips, letting myself relish in their moist, captivating feel, "Just rest."

She let a heavy eyelid fall for a moment's time, struggling to keep her glance soely on my profile. After a moment of passionate resistance, she sank against my chest, curling each limb with the fabric of my clothing. Her body released a long breath of relief...the joy of laying where she belonged hitting her like the tranquil rush of a gentle stream.

After about a minute, I felt the span of each breath slowing, her delicate chest rising and falling in a nocturnal hypnotic rhythm. I lifted my lover up against my upper body, cradling her neck, limbs, and blond silk atop all my strength. I let my entire being burst, something radiant and beautiful elicited at the site of such a simple act.

I laid her atop the bed, carefully, and properly, slipping off her slinky tank top. It gave a small resistance against the tones of her skin, and I desperately tried to work gently enough to keep her in slumber. I pulled one of my shirts over her small heavenly body, my stomach squeezing in a warm beautiful response. It sang around her, lapping up her unique scent and making it her own. After removing her sandals and other attire, she was snug under the blanket, a coo resting in the bottom of her throat. I tucked her in deeper with every ounce of love in my touch, leaning down to grace her forehead with a single kiss, desperately trying to communicate every drop of unconditional adoration that I felt for her.

For one more solitary evening, I was with her.

For one more nightfall, I was alive.

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