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see, i fail, i reach The following day was agonizingly long while Buffy awaited Angel's arrival in the evening. Instead of being sated and calm from their meeting in the supply closet the day before, she only found herself craving what she had with him for the short time they were together. She missed feeling his eyes burning into her when he thought she wasn't looking or the mindless caresses that he had gifted her with daily. She missed curling into him as she fell asleep, knowing no one could harm her when she was in his arms. She longed to make love to him as much as she wanted, not sneaking his love in dark places like what they were doing something that could be construed as dirty in some way. Besides the day dreaming of her lover, Buffy met the doctor who was taking Jenny Calendar's place that day. The new doctor assigned to the suicide ward was a cold, deliberating woman named Maggie Walsh. Despite her best attempts not to, Buffy found herself hating the woman and the judging manner in which she seemed to do everything, including looking over her file. When Dr. Walsh (who, unlike Jenny, did not prefer to be addressed by her first name) asked about Angel, Buffy froze. The scowl on her doctor's face betrayed her hatred toward men and disapproval of Buffy's amorous premarital relationship with him. By the end of the session, Buffy was begging to be released from the ward and naturally, was forcefully refused. Her meeting with her mother, though only an hour of her day, was the longest. Joyce Summers always had that pathetically sad look on her face as if she thought her daughter was already dead and whenever Angel's name came into the conversation, she grew icy and stern. When the hour was up, Buffy looked impatiently toward the lounge, expecting Angel to be waiting there for her, joking with Faith or one of the nurses like he always was, but he wasn't. Buffy wandered away from her mother and went into the lounge, looking around curiously. Not only was Angel not there, but Faith was missing as well. She curled into the armchair where Angel usually waited and stared at the hallway that he had to walk down to get inside the ward. She barely noticed when Joyce took a seat next to her. Her mother happily stayed on an hour and half longer than usual, vying for Buffy's waning attention while they waited for Angel to appear. When the two hour mark appeared, Buffy told her mother that she would be fine there alone and then hit the phones only to find that all five of them in the calling station had mysteriously disappeared. "Where are the phones?" Buffy asked the on duty nurse. The woman curried absolutely no favor with Faith and thoughts of Faith's recent descriptions of how she would put the nurse out of her misery, usually made Buffy struggle not to laugh when she talked to her. Tonight, however, she didn't have the slightest glimpse of a smile on her face. "Dr. Walsh had them removed this morning when she arrived," the nurse answered with a tiny measure of sympathy in her eyes. "Then what phone can I use?" Buffy asked calmly. She refused to panic until she spoke to Angel. "Outside phone calls are no longer allowed," the nurse explained, keeping her voice low and soothing like she was facing off with a rapid beast of some kind. "NONE?" Buffy shouted. "Don't you think that was an important little detail to mention to us?" "You'll have to take that up with Dr. Walsh," the nurse clipped. Buffy turned away before she was finished speaking and ran toward the exit trying to catch her mother before she left. She had to get a message to Angel somehow. Maybe he had called and they wouldn't let him through. Maybe something happened to him. "Mom's gone, B," Faith said, leaning against the locked ward doors where no patient could travel. *** just another waste of time When Joyce Summers left the facility two hours after she arrived, she looked happy and refreshed until she reached the front stairs and saw that Angel was sitting there waiting for her. He stood immediately and leaned against the rail, looking angry and intimidating. His face was contorted in a furious scowl and his usually patient expression looked murderous. "Hello Joyce," he growled out. He didn't bother trying to hide his rage from her. He saw no point and he was far beyond any sort of failed attempts at reconciliation with a woman he knew now he could never respect. "Angel," she said. She nodded curtly and attempted to continue on her way but he stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Interesting thing happened today," he said, in a mock conversational tone, "I came to see Buffy and was informed that I am no longer welcome here. I don't suppose you know anything about this?" "Yes, I do," she admitted, "Buffy took you off the list this morning." "Why do I find that hard to believe?" Angel demanded. "I don't know," she answered. She attempted to step around him but again he stepped into her path. "That's complete and utter bullshit and you know it," he said. Joyce held in a shudder at the tone of his voice, which had surpassed anger and was quickly moving toward homicidal. "I won't be threatened by you, Angel," she blustered, "My daughter has every right to decide who she has visit her." "Yes, she should," Angel growled down at her, "But she doesn't, does she?" "I'm sorry if you can't handle rejection, Angel," she said, forcing past him. She moved quickly toward the street where the Waldorf Limo was waiting for her. She didn't seem to have a speck of remorse as she dove into the vehicle he had provided. "You can't keep us apart, Joyce," he shouted after her, "When she gets out of this place, I'll see to it that she knows every underhanded thing you've done!" *** used to be the kind of girl that you would never leave At 9:05 PM, five minutes past visiting hours the following evening, Buffy was still sitting in the lounge waiting for Angel. She had spent a great deal of the day trying to get answers out of Walsh, the nurses, her mother or anyone who would talk to her and everyone said the same thing – Angel simply had not come to visit. "Alright," Faith said, waltzing into the room and plopping down on the couch, "You owe me so big for this." "For what?" Buffy asked weakly, forcing herself lower into the chair. Any healthy glow she had gotten from Angel's tender caring of her over the weeks melted away in the time she had not seen him. She looked ashen and miserable, which was quite a bit better than she felt. "I snuck over into the men's ward just as visiting hours started," she explained, "And had one of the guys help me spy on who came in and out of the sign in station tonight." "And?" Buffy asked nervously. "And your stacked stud muffin came in today and was turned away." "He did come to s-see me?" she whimpered. "He put up quite a scene from being turned away," Faith announced proudly, "But that's not even the exciting part." "What happened?" Buffy gasped. "Apparently, his fight tonight was nothing compared to yesterday's," Faith said, leaning in confidentially, "Yesterday, he made that one dowdy bitch cry." "So, he didn't desert me," Buffy said, her lower lip trembling as she tried to hold in her tears. "Course not, Twinkie, but the nurse said the strangest thing," Faith said, raising an eyebrow at her friend, "She told him that you took him off the list." "WHAT?" *** get drunk and let the leaves just bury me, bury me After arguing again with both the nurse and Joyce, Angel went back to his hotel and sat down at the bar. He ordered a shot and told the bartender to leave the bottle. He figured if he didn't have to have a clear head, maybe it was a good idea not to. Of course, the alcohol just made it worse. "Linds," he said into his cell phone after he had downed his first shot, "I need your help." "What's up?" Lindsey replied sleepily. Angel glanced at his watch and shook his head. Why on earth his lawyer friend was in bed at 10:00 PM was beyond him. Shrugging, he explained, "Look, I can't get in to see Buffy. Someone, probably her mother, took me off the visitors list. I need you to get me in." "No way," Lindsey yawned, "Can't do it." "What good are you? You're supposed to know how to talk people into shit," Angel groaned, "Call ‘em and start talking for fuck's sake!" "These places are locked down tight," Lindsey answered, "I know you have this thing for this girl, but you have to understand that the only way to get her out is by court order. Hell, she's going to be out in a couple of weeks. We can't even get this into court that soon." "Call them and threaten to sue!" Angel roared, making both the patrons and the bartender jump in surprise, "You know how much money I have! Fucking use it, Lindsey! What the hell do I pay you that huge retainer for? It's not just because you're my best damn friend!" "I can do whatever you want," Lindsey said calmly. He was one of the few people in the world who had actually seen Angel in a rage. He was just thankful he was hours away and safe from the dark cloud. "But Angel," Lindsey continued, "You really have no grounds to sue the facility." "Lindsey, you're a smart guy. Make something up!" Angel flipped his phone closed and poured himself another drink…and then another. It started out as a dulling of the pain, but as he continued, it was just a means to keep him in the hotel. If he was drunk, he couldn't storm over there and break down the doors. He was three-fourths into his bottle of whiskey and in the middle of a full daydream on how he could break her out when he heard a voice next to him say, "You look like you have cancer of the puppy." Angel turned his head to see that none other than Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg had arrived at the bar. "What're you guys doing here?" Angel slurred. He waved at the bartender and told him to put their drinks on his tab. It didn't surprise him when Xander ordered a beer and Willow ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri. "We went to see Buffy today," Willow explained, while she fidgeted with her drink, "And they told us we weren't on the list." "Since when was there a list?" Xander demanded, "No one ever said anything about a list." "There wasn't a list until the other day," Angel said, knocking back another round and refilling his glass without hesitation, "This is the second day in a row that they've turned me away. Two fucking days without my girl." "Why is there a list now?" Willow asked quietly. "Cause I fucked up," he said in a guttural rasp, "I fucked up and now she's all alone, prolly thinkin' I left her there. She's prolly thinkin' I don' love her and she's never gonna believe this isn't my fault…cause it is my fault." Willow and Xander stared at the large man as he swayed on his stool, leaning heavily on the counter and drinking at an alarming rate. His words kept coming out more and more blurred until they could barely understand what he was saying- which was disappointing cause he wouldn't stop talking. "You're making no sense," Xander said, clamping him on the shoulder, "Maybe we should take you up to your room." "Fuckin' bitch, Joyce," Angel said and then leaned over to whisper, only succeeding in a quiet yell, "You know, Buffy's mom, she doesn't want me there. Thinks I'm stealin' her daughter. I'm gonna steal her alright. I'm gonna steal her and take her away and that horrible woman is never gonna see her again and I'm gonna-" "Angel!" Willow interrupted, "Come on. We're going upstairs." "Sorry, Will," Angel said, sliding out of his stool and nearly falling on his face, "Didn't mean to make you mad too. Everyone's mad. ‘cluding me. Yep. I'm mad. Don't I look mad?" "You look drunk, buddy," Xander said, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up as much as he could. "That too." *** with
my big black boots and an old suitcase "B," Faith whispered, shaking her friend roughly in the dark, "B, wake up." "I'm not asleep," Buffy groaned, feeling like she was the middle in of an earthquake. Even though she spoke, she was facing the wall, away from her friend, who was still shaking her. "So, you can stop shaking me now. I don't want to talk." "Pack your stuff," Faith said, lifting up her own back when Buffy turned over, "We're outta here." "We're just going to walk out?" Buffy answered wryly, "I'm sure that nice cutie guard at the door is just going to turn the key and let us out." "The nice guard," Faith said, pulling Buffy up and out of bed, "Is sleeping in the closet where I left him and now all we have to deal with is that nurse." "Did you hit him over the head or something?" Buffy gasped as she slipped on jeans under Angel's shirt. She scrambled for her shoes and socks while staring at Faith in shock. "Don't be ridiculous," Faith said, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Buffy's suitcase and tossed it on the bed before opening her drawers and tossing her clothes into it. "I fucked the shit out of him," Faith answered finally, "Then I hit him over the head." When they were finished packing, Faith shoved a hooded jacket in Buffy's hands. "Here," she said, "When we get out of here put this on." "Why?" Buffy asked, slipping it on, then grabbing her suitcase and following her crazy friend down the hallway. "Because we're going to lover boy's hotel and your mother's there too. They can see me, but we can't have anyone seeing you," Faith whispered over her shoulder. Buffy ran after her on her tip toes struggling to keep up while she lugged her heavy suitcase with her. "What about the nurse?" Buffy whispered. Faith motioned for her to stay back and dropped her bag at Buffy's feet. Moving casually, she walked right up to the nurses' station, leaned over the counter, picked up the heavy, black tape dispenser and clocked the nurse she loved to hate with it as hard as she could. Grinning evilly Faith turned back to Buffy, "What about her?" *** Abused By Tango AN: One section of this part was inspired by a fun little fic called "Dust on the Bottle" by Tinkerbell. RATING: NC-17 *** i'm
a streetwalking cheetah with a heart full of napalm Buffy was a jittery bundle of nerves as she followed Faith to the locked ward doors and watched her produce a set of keys from her pocket. She unlocked the door without comment but Buffy could see from the side profile that she was very pleased with herself. Tiptoeing so they would not disturb anyone else that might be around, they headed for the front doors and let themselves out. Faith tossed the keys back inside the doors and watched them slide across the tile floor before running out into the night with her blonde and nervous friend at her heels. The feelings forcing their way into Buffy's mind were tangible, horrifying and wonderful at the same time. She had always been the good girl - with a couple of mishaps, of course, but she had always done what she was told, did what she was supposed to. Sure, she lied to her mother as a teen, necked in dark corners of the Bronze with her boyfriends, but in the end, she always did the right thing. When her mother had loved Riley so much, she dated him longer than she intended. When he started beating her, she did the right thing and left him without so much of a glance over her shoulder, until he started threatening the lives of the people she loved, of course. Then she did the right thing once again and remained by his side while he used her like a whore. Now, she was taking things into her own hands for the first time since her decision to stay with Angel. Not only was it absolutely against the wishes of her mother, of the hospital and perhaps of the law, but she was on her way to a clandestine meeting with her lover - a move she was certain would rattle her mom to no end. Each step with her bad girl accomplice, Faith, was a ritual cleansing, an adrenaline rush and at the same time, it was a petrifying incident. The fear overrode her personal triumph and a battle of wills was facing off inside her mind It took them fifteen minutes to jog to the sprawling Waldorf Astoria and as Faith prepared to saunter in the front doors, Buffy stopped like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff. It was one thing to come here, but it was something different entirely to just stroll through the front doors. "Maybe we shouldn't just walk in there," Buffy said, looking around her nervously. "It's the middle of the night, B," Faith said, pulling her along, "All we have to do is make it to the elevator. You know what room he's in, right?" "Yeah," Buffy said, trying to slow down her stride and tugging on her hood so that it covered more of her face. What if they were caught? What if she had been wrong about Angel? What if her mother saw them? A thousand images of what could possibly go wrong flitted through her mind as she allowed Faith to lead her along like a lost puppy. "We'll go and knock on the door once we make it to his room," Faith explained proudly as if she were hatching a complicated master plan, "Mr. I'm So In Love will let us in and we're home free." "What if someone sees us?" Buffy whispered, "What if they stop us and tell-" "Fucking Christ, Twinkie!" Faith whispered harshly, "This isn't espionage. Even if they catch us, we'll tell them to call your boy and he'll tell them to shove it up their asses! Now come on!" *** i
only get sleepless nights Angel was lying in his hotel bed drifting in and out of a drunken sleep where Willow and Xander had deposited him earlier in the night. He vaguely remembered them mentioning that they were going to sleep in the other bedroom in his ridiculously large suite and he nodded drunkenly that they could. He didn't mind that they were staying, but he was so drunk at the moment that Satan could have asked him for shelter and he would have thought it was a mighty fine idea. The room was sweltering, or maybe it was the alcohol sloshing in his system, but he found himself tugging at his shirt. Teetering on the edge of exhausted sleep and actually passing out, Angel yanked at his shirt for a long time before he was able to remove it from his body and drop it to the floor. He shifted on the bed, which he was lying across diagonally, and groped to slide one of the pillows under his head. His body couldn't decide on sleeping and remaining awake, as if his mind was afraid he might miss something on either side. Every time he drifted off he dreamed of her. Patches of creamy skin slipped underneath his fingers, moist pink lips gliding against his and fragrant blonde hair lying against the sheets flew across his mind's eye. God, she was so beautiful tonight like she always was. They were lying in bed together in his dream, safe from the entire world, caressing each other in the dark, whispering sweet words in each other's ears in between fevered kisses. It was heaven but he undoubtedly knew it was a dream even while he dreamt it. Her blonde hair was tickling his chest as she left wet kisses down it, licking his flesh like he was an ice cream cone. It was perfect, except she was moving so quickly, like she was afraid they didn't have enough time. He whispered to her to slow down, that they had all the time in the world. He wanted to worship her delectable flesh like she was worshiping his before it was through. He couldn't wait to sip of her honeyed skin and breathe in mouthfuls of her of sweet breath. Dreaming of Buffy wasn't like other dreams where he could barely remember the sights and smells. No, she was imprinted on his brain and his subconscious mind did not have to root for the fill ins that he had forgotten. Angel had forgotten nothing about his lover, especially the fact that she was currently not in the room as much as his dream insisted otherwise. "We can't slow down, Angel," she whispered, as her tiny hand gripped the base of his shaft. "We have to hurry." He tried to argue but she shushed him before dipping down and tasting the end of his cock. "I just want to remember what you taste like," she whispered, her warm breath teasing him mercilessly, "before I have to go." "Buffy," he panted as her mouth engulfed him, sucking the tip of his arousal in a quick assault, "You're not going anywhere, love. You're staying with me. Forever." "Shhh, baby," Buffy whispered, before covering him once again with her scalding, suckling mouth, "No talking now. There isn't time." Angel reached around him blindly for her, startling himself awake and found himself alone again. This had been going on for days but tonight was the absolute worst. He couldn't take anymore of this mental torture and he couldn't sleep without her there with him. He mistakenly thought that the alcohol would help. He should have been able to drink himself into passing out. Unfortunately, she never left his thoughts long enough for him to sleep. His mind focused on her all day and then at night he woke up from X-rated dreams with a cock hard enough to hammer in nails. Sighing in frustration, he fought with heavy, drunken hands to unbuckle his belt and free his aching cock. The realization that he had masturbated more since Buffy had gone in the hospital than he had in years was not exactly something he was proud of, but he couldn't help it. All he could dream of was making love to her and spending the rest of his life pleasing her. Wrapping a large hand around his erection, he closed his eyes and surrendered to his visions of her. *** vague
memories keep me alive Faith and Buffy managed to duck into the elevator successfully and reached the fifth floor with no problem, but every step of the way made Buffy extremely nervous. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and it was growing larger by the second. She stopped expressing those fears to Faith after they entered the hotel, however. Mostly because she didn't want to be heard but there was also the part where her friend just kept telling her to stop being a wimp. When they knocked on Angel's door, the rapping sound seemed to echo loudly everywhere around them, causing Buffy to grow more nervous. They had to knock three times before the door opened and instead of Angel standing in the open doorway, they saw Xander and Willow looking sleepy and alarmed. "Buffy!" Willow announced excitedly, sweeping her friend into her arms. Faith cursed under breath, shoved them all in the room and shut the door quickly behind them. "We just broke out," Faith snapped irritably, "So if you could not let everyone in the hotel know we're here, that'd be great." "And who are you with the attitude problem?" Xander grouched back at the pretty brunette. "I'm the girl who's going to-" Faith started bitchily, but Buffy interrupted. "‘Kay, let's all just calm down. Guys, this is Faith, she's responsible for the new and improved free Buffy. Faith, these are my best friends, Willow and Xander. Which brings me to the question: Where's Angel?" "Oh, you mean drunk out of his mind guy?" Xander said, rolling his eyes before jerking his thumb to the closed door behind him, "I think he's passed out in there." "Drunk?" Buffy echoed worriedly. "We found him at the bar after he tried to visit you tonight makin' friends with the whiskey," Willow explained gently, "But we put him in bed and we decided to stay here tonight to make sure he's okay." "Thanks guys," Buffy said gratefully, stepping in to hug each of them. It seemed like forever since she had seen either one of them and there was so much to say, but there wasn't time for long explanations or awkward pauses in difficult conversations. They had to get out of there before they were found. "Guys, we gotta get out of here," Buffy said, "I'm going to wake up Angel and you guys get dressed. We've only got a little bit of time before the staff realizes we're gone and they call my mom. I'm sure her first stop will be here." With that Buffy made her way to the closed door and slipped inside, closing the door tightly behind her. She didn't want their reunion to be witnessed by her friends and when she heard him moan in his sleep, she was thankful that she had carefully shut the door. A couple of seconds were required for her eyes to acclimate to the dim light. When they did, she sucked in a harsh breath in response to see him lying crookedly across a large bed, shirtless. Her gaze traveled from his beautifully sculpted face, thrown back in pleasure, to the smooth column of his throat, over his muscled chest, past his perfectly defined stomach and finally down to his pants, which were pushed low on his hips, where his erect cock was being stroked by one of his large, elegant hands. She froze, unsure of what to think of him alone in his room drunkenly masturbating in the dark, until she heard her name fall off his lips in a hiss of pleasure. She moved closer and looked over him greedily. His head was thrown back on the pillow, his face contorted in pleasure and she was sure she had never seen anything more beautiful. Normally when he was in the throes of ecstasy, she didn't have the freedom to study him so intently, but tonight she took a spare moment to rake her eyes over him. "Yesss," he hissed again as she climbed on the bed to watch him more intently. She froze again afraid that if she woke him that second they both would be horribly embarrassed but the more she watched him, the more she was turned on by what she saw. The idea that he was thinking of her, even if he was partially asleep was inspiring. "That's so...so good, baby," he groaned in a slurred voice, squeezing his eyes closed more tightly and jogging his hand faster along his length, "Buffy...Buffy...you're so beautiful with your sweet mouth filled with my cock." Her hand flew to her mouth at his words. He had never said anything like that when she had performed oral sex on him before. It was so dirty...and seriously turning her on. She inched closer listening to his babbling stream of words, "That feels so fucking good, Buffy. Don't stop." Emboldened by his words, she placed her hand over his and stilled his movements, peeling his hand away from his shaft and replacing it with her own. If he were to open his eyes that second, he would have seen that her face was blushing furiously both from her embarrassment and her increasing need. "Buffy..." he groaned from the loss and then groaned again in pleasure as the mouth he dreamed of tentatively covered his as her small hand mimicked his movements on his sex. He responded immediately, bucking his hips against her hand and pressing his lips more firmly against hers. She tasted alcohol inside his mouth as the kiss deepened and their tongues dueled. It was a strange taste but not altogether unpleasant, especially when she thought about the reason he had been drinking that night. Although it didn't make her happy that he was driven to such sadness, she did revel in the knowledge that he missed her and when he fantasized, it was her and not some other woman that filled his thoughts. His drunken, half conscious and aroused state proved that. Despite herself, she was incredibly pleased. "Missed you so much, love," he murmured as she kissed him again, struggling to focus on both his mouth and his excitement at the same time. With a final kiss to his lips, she grinned evilly for what she was about to do. Somehow taking him in his helpless state filled her with a sense of power that she had been lacking for a long time. His whimper of pleasure as she kissed the underside of his length, laving long licks to his heated flesh, intensified her feelings. Brushing aside her guilty feelings and her fear of being caught, she worked her way up to the top of his sex and circled her tongue around the sensitive tip. She squeezed her thighs together to alleviate her own need as she swirled the head of his cock with her tongue. Closing her eyes, she relished in the feel of his iron hard, warm and velvety skin. Angel threaded his fingers through her hair and the feel of the silky strands slipping through his fingers forced his bleary eyes open. Somehow his dream of his beloved had materialized significantly more than she ever had previously. Her hot mouth on him, her hair through his fingers and her free hand idly caressing his thigh were all proof that he had certifiably gone insane. He blinked several times as he watched her move over him, dipping lower every time and moving so slowly, he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut once more. "You feel..." he whispered, shaking his head to clear it and then venturing for another peek at the vision before him, "I'm going crazy." "Not crazy," came her sultry whisper as she rubbed the tip of him against her lower lip. Even in the dark he could see that her eyes were twinkling and her mouth was curled into a satisfied smile as she met his half lidded gaze. He watched as her tongue snaked out to taste him once and then again. She flashed him another tingling smile before taking him inside her mouth. He involuntarily arched against her as she pleasured him. The slow, hurried and then slow strokes sent him whirling into oblivion. Sobbing out her name, he climaxed. "I have to figure out how make this stop," he slurred as she crawled up his body and laid her head on his chest. He let his hands slide all over her clothed body, trying to prove to himself that she either existed or didn't - he wasn't exactly sure. Defeated, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him as tightly as he could. Everything was so real. Her breath against his chest, her leg tossed over his, her hands gripping him - everything was so terrifyingly perfect he was afraid to breath that she might disappear. "Every night I think it's you and when I wake up, the morning breaks me." "Make what stop?" she whispered in the dark. She knew she had to get him dressed and out, but it felt so wonderful to be in his arms once more that she stalled. If he even suggested it, she would disrobe and make love to him, knowing that any second they could be caught. Being this near to him and away from prying eyes was causing a strange wave of euphoria to wash over her. "The dreams of you, love. I can't take this dreaming of you every godamn night," he whispered drunkenly, kissing the top of her head tenderly. This dream was more real than any of the others had been and he knew it would be the hardest to wake from. "These last few days...this is fuckin' torture." "This isn't a dream, Angel," Buffy said, sitting up and shaking him, "You're awake. Want me to pinch you?" "That's what you said last night," Angel answered bitterly. He hadn't drank that much in years and it was hard to get his mouth to form the words correctly. "It's alright," he added, "I just need to remember not to drink so much next time. God, you feel so real, baby." "Angel, this isn't a dream," Buffy insisted, scooting off the bed. He reached out drunkenly for her, large hands clutching thin air. A groan of disappointment rumbled out of him, before her hands closed on his arm and she tugged him off the bed. He reluctantly stood, attempting to buckle his pants while he wobbled on uneven feet. Holding him steady, she whispered, "I escaped tonight and we have to go hide somewhere where they can't find me." "This is gotta be the best one yet," Angel said, smiling down at her wistfully. He caressed her face, running his thumb over her lower lip. Leaning in, he informed her, "‘Specially if we get away. We usually get caught." "We're going to get away," Buffy interjected nervously as she located his discarded shirt on the bedroom floor and helped him back into it. She turned on the light and apologized to him, when he sat back on the bed and winced. She gathered his bags and began packing quickly, shoving all his things into it while he trudged to the bedside table and gathered the change he had been tossing there. "We're going to get away, Angel," Buffy announced again, verbally equipping herself for their adventure. "Course baby," he said, kissing her clumsily. The look in his eyes reflected true, unadulterated love and she kissed him back. "I believe you," he added. "You're drunk," Buffy said, as she dragged his suitcase toward the door with one hand and dragged him with the other, "You'd believe whatever I said right now." "Yes, I would," he agreed happily. Home - Navigation - Affiliates - Random - Fanfiction - Links - Updates - About
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