DISCLAIMER: Oh Yeah. Like I'd give *MYSELF* a hysterical nervous breakdown- on purpose! SURE! No..If I owned them, they would be on a deserted island, with an abundance of whipped cream and strawberries and a lifetime supply of birth-control pills. But, as of this writing Angel is drooling over Cordelia and Buffy is knocking down buildings. So, I guess my owning them is just a delusion. Damn.
TIMELINE: Season 2 Buffy- Directly following Surprise
SPOILERS: Only 'Surprise'..I kind of re-wrote 'Innocence'. It's much needed therapy.
SYNOPSIS: Buffy POV following 'Surprise'. It's a happy morning after
DISTRUBUTION: Want it? Really? Feel Free- just let me know first
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ta Da! I'm back! And while I'm confident very few of you noticed I was gone... Ta Da! I'm Back! I figured we could all use some therapy right about now. And while I'm here..I might as well write one of those Rants you all love so much. I don't know if you guys heard about this interview with Joss but when he said he wanted to put C/A together and all the writers were like 'What about Buffy'... Joss was quoted as saying 'People..... Move on'. I would just like to say that I am very VERY sorry that I ever idolized that acid-dripping, lesbian-loving, son of a bitch. Joss- do us all a favor and go die and rot in HELL! Urg! It feels good to get that out. *grin*
FEEDBACK: I need it. This bullshit they are calling storylines is getting me very depressed. Please! I'll love you forever.
RATING: PG-13. Nothing really Bad.
DEDICATION: To Meliss- my soul-sister who puts up with all my C/A bitching.. I Love You! To all my fellow shippers- Don't give up yet. Just because the writers are all crack-addicts doesn't give us an excuse to give up. It will get better. Until then... ice cream, tissues, anti-depressants and Season 2 episodes work wonders. Believe me.... I Know.

I woke slowly and reached across the bed to pull Mr. Gordo closer to me. But instead of the fluffy plush toy I expected to find, my hand landed on a cool body. I instantly stiffened..who the hell was in my bed with me? I opened my eyes and blinked a few times before I realized it wasn't *my* bed at all. I glanced up to see 2 deep, dark eyes staring back at me with pure adoration and love.

"Hey" Angel said softly, pushing a stray piece of blonde hair out of my eye and tucking it securely behind my ear.

"Hi", I said and quickly looked away, trying to hide my embarrassment at the fact that I'm lying here, naked, with him, in his bed, with him in an equally naked state.

Suddenly the memories of last night rush back to me... the arm of the Judge..... Almost losing Angel..... him giving me the ring..... going to the factory and almost dying..... our escape into the sewer tunnels.... going back to his apartment.... him finally telling me he loves me...... us falling back onto his bed.... God.

A huge smile spreads across my face and the memories ( the good ones) flooded through me again and filled me with a kind of happiness I never knew existed.

"What?" Angel asks curiously, indicating the almost frightening grin on my face.

"Nothing." I reply. "Just thinking about last night."

"Mmmmm"

Mmmmm? That's it? That's all I get? I mention last night-the night I gave a guy 220 years older than me my virginity- and all I get is a Mmmmmm? Oh god. What if I was horrible? What if I didn't leave his satisfied at *all*? What if I'm completely awful in bed? Oh God.....

"Angel.." I ask quietly, silently dreading the answer. "How was.. I mean... Was I....?

"You were amazing" he replies, cutting me off. How did he know....? "Completely perfect."

"Yeah well, you weren't so bad yourself." I say and snuggle myself back into his arms.

He grins and tightens his arms around me, holding me close. God, this is perfect. I'm lying here with the love of my life without a care in the world. Well, unless you count the possible end of humanity because of the judge, but I conveniently choose to forget about the fight ahead of us. But reality sinks in as our little bubble of peace is popped by the shrill ring of the telephone. Angel groans and rolls over to answer it.

"Hello?" he says roughly into the phone, obviously upset that our little bubble of happiness has been disrupted. However, his angry expression quickly changes to embarrassment and worry as he says, "Giles...hey. Yeah, I'm fine, I was just..um...asleep."

I roll my eyes at his pathetic attempt to come up with a decent excuse. I sit up and begin to stretch out and realize how sore I am from the fight last night. I'm still off in my own little world when I hear Angel say, "Um.... yeah she's here. We, um, got out of the factory and...um...."

I quickly grab the phone from him because, quite frankly, while I find his stuttering sexy, I'm sure Giles will suspect something. And that would be bad because, well...., God that's like getting caught by your dad.

"Hey Giles. Yeah we're fine." I say into the phone, much more interested in the fact that Angel is getting out of bed and scooping his clothes off the floor. God...he's amazing.

With much difficulty, I force myself to focus on what Giles is saying. That is until Angel starts throwing my clothes at me. I look up and shoot him and evil grin as he disappears into the bathroom.

"Hmmmmm?" I say absently, forgetting Giles is still on the phone. "Oh Sorry Giles. Yeah sure. I'll be there in a few minutes. Okay. Bye"

I put the phone back on the hook and stare at it for a few seconds before getting dressed. I'm almost completely dressed when Angel comes back out.

"Hey. I gotta go. Giles wants a complete recap of last night."

"Well, you're not gonna tell him everything about last night, right?" he replies with a devilish grin and pulled me to him. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and pull him tighter against me. He let me go and I turn and head towards the door. Suddenly he turns me around and the next thing I know he's kissing me and I'm being pushed up against the door. I let out a small moan as he places a trail of kisses down my neck and then back up again. I kiss him again and pull away with a look of pure lust in my eyes.

"You better go." He says quickly

"Don't be so quick to see me leave." I say playfully.

"Keep looking at me like that and you're not leaving at all. I don't have that much self-control."

I laugh and pull him to me for one final kiss and say, "I'll see you later?"

"I'll leave for the library as soon as the sun sets." He replies.

"Okay" I say and give him one more farewell look of love as I close the door behind me. I take a deep breath and smile as the first rays of sunshine touch my face. I haven't felt this good in a *very* long time. I think about the fight and the impending disaster and feel a momentary pang of fear. But it quickly passes and is replaced by the delirious joy I've been feeling all morning. As long as Angel's by my side, I can face anything. I can do anything. He's my strength. My reason. My Angel.

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