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think it's getting better for the two of us Once inside the car, Buffy snuck a peek over at Angel who was driving and simultaneously fuming about Lindsey's frivolous misuse of his money. Despite herself, Buffy began smiling as she held in a giggle. The idea that Angel could care enough about someone to be this mad and yet do nothing to alter the cause, made her realize once again just what a wonderful person he was. Lindsey, after all, was his is best friend. And he had chosen a car with leather seats that were so comfortable, she could melt into them. It was interesting that they were heated considering it was California. "How long are you going to be mad about this?" Buffy asked, sliding a finger over the brand new dashboard and coming up with not a speck of dust. She smiled at him, rubbing her fingers together in the imaginary dust, fully aware that most people would be intimidated by his current mood. "Years," Angel grouched, pressing down the gas pedal in frustration. He wouldn't admit it, but he loved the power of the car, the way that he couldn't even feel the speed as it smoothly lurched forward on the highway. He definitely was not keeping it under any circumstances, but it was okay to enjoy it just a little for this trip. "So I guess you don't want to know what really happened last night," Buffy mused, looking out the window, pretending to be fascinated by the passing scenery. "Yes, I do," he announced, his words rushing out of his mouth slightly too quickly and filled with a heat that he didn't even realize he was feeling until the short sentence had already reached his lover. When he woke up that morning, he was certain that his dream had not entirely been a dream. He knew from the way his body felt that something had happened, which was partially why he thought he had cheated on Buffy - not to mention the fact that he was nude. "I'll skip the beginning parts," she said with a flirtatious smile that he barely caught when he looked across the car at her, "and skip over to the car ride to the motel. Faith drove and you and I sat in the front seat with her. It took about a half hour to get from your hotel to the place we stayed last night." Maybe it was being free of the facility or it could have been Angel's proposal or the fact that they had been deprived of each other over the last month, but she felt naughtier than she had in quite some time. The fact that Angel thought he had slept with someone else when he woke up in the motel was not something that Buffy was prepared to forget easily, even though she had already forgiven him for it. She leaned against the seat and slipped off her shoes as she warmed to the idea of torturing him. "While we rode in the car," she said, tracing his bicep with her fingertips, "You couldn't keep your hands off me. I know Faith was watching when you pulled me onto your lap and slipped both of your hands under my shirt. I could feel that you were hard underneath me and you lifted your hips to press harder against me. Then you pushed my bra down and covered my breasts with your hands." "I did?" he asked hoarsely, "You didn't stop me?" "I yelled at you and tried to push you away," she said smiling, leaning further in the seat. She propped her bare feet on the expensive dashboard and snuggled into the seats as she remembered the night before. "But you whispered in my ear..." "What did I say?" he asked, shifting in his seat as well. "You said you needed to touch me," she said, whispering like he had the night before. He strained to hear her as she spoke in a low, quite voice. "You said I had made you feel so good before when my...hmm...how did you phrase it? Oh yeah, ‘when my beautiful mouth was sucking your cock.'" "W-what?" he stuttered, tightening his hands on the steering wheel, "Buffy, I don't re-" "And then you said," Buffy continued, interrupting him happily as she looked over at him squirming in his seat. She had the distinct feeling that not many women in his life had made him do that and it made her feel powerful and giddy. "You wanted to return favor. You said you wanted to spread my legs and lick my... quote... ‘hot little pussy' until I screamed." "I did?" he asked huskily. "Faith was watching while she drove," Buffy said sweetly, "As you pinched my nipples under my shirt. You twisted them so hard, I moaned out loud and I wondered if she could hear what you were saying cause you weren't whispering all that quietly. You kept asking when we would get there and when you could have me all to yourself. You kept saying that you couldn't wait cause you had to be without me for so long. You said you wanted to fuck me until you passed out." "Buffy," Angel explained, willing his throbbing erection to go down, "I'm sorry if what I said upset you. I was not in my right mind. I hope you know-" "How much you want to fuck me?" she asked innocently with a carnal smile on her pink lips. Angel jerked his head over and swallowed harshly as the look on her face sunk in. "Make love to you," he offered weakly. He felt like a school boy ten seconds from detention, forced to go to the chalkboard when he had been staring at the perky, new breasts of the girl in the next seat. "When we got to the hotel, I checked us in and then we went to our room," Buffy explained, "I went to the bathroom and you got undressed. When I came out, you were passed out on the bed. So there I was all hot and bothered and you were asleep." "I'm sorry?" Angel said, more of a question than an apology. "Well, then I had to go out and find someone else to make me feel better," Buffy offered in sultry voice and jumped when Angel roared out a rousing, "WHAT?" "Just kidding, baby," she said, patting his large, heaving chest with a giggle, "Of course, I didn't do that." "If you're trying to torture me, it's working," he commented dryly. "Good," she announced, "That was what I was going for. You so deserve it." *** breathing fire doesn't look good on a resume` "I'm sorry, Mrs. Summers," Lilah said, plastering on her most polite and diplomatic smile. She perched casually on the edge of her desk in an impeccable suit as she continued, "I don't think I'll be able to help you with this case." "Why not?" Joyce demanded forcefully. With most people her outrage worked and she was able to get her way by assuming the role of damaged mother defending her poor, defenseless child, but she was an amateur at deception when compared to Lilah Morgan. "Mrs. Summers, I understand that you're upset about your daughter's choices, but even a law firm with the power and prestige of Wolfram & Hart can only bend the law so far," she answered just as pleasantly before but allowing her forcefulness to lie hidden under her tone, "Your daughter, as manipulated as you paint her, has not only the backing of her boyfriend, Liam Angelus, but Angelus' lawyer, Lindsey McDonald." "So?" Joyce blurted before she was able to stop the words from coming out of her mouth. She was aware that she sounded like a schoolgirl, but she was determined to get her daughter back. "Who cares? Angelus, as you call him, has taken over my daughter's entire life and turned her against me! She was healing and now she's a ticking time bomb. Doesn't the fact that she tried to kill herself to escape him mean anything to anyone? Is this giant law firm afraid of a couple of men with means?" "Calling Angelus and McDonald ‘a couple of men with means' is like calling a tricycle a sports car. Besides the fact that you haven't a legal leg to stand on, McDonald is the best lawyer on the west coast. He started out here at this firm and outgrew us. We didn't even realize that was possible. His main office is in the sweet, sleepy little town of Sunnydale but his firm is nationwide. Many of his connections exist because of his best friend and top client who happens to be the man your daughter is running away with as we speak. Don't be fooled if you think, Lindsey is just handling real estate. He is a criminal lawyer. He only does those mundane tasks for his friend. "Liam Angelus is the son of the late Connor Angelus, who was one of the most influential men this side of the equator. He has more connections than the phone company, Mrs. Summers. If you want character references for your daughter's lover, just break out the Fortune 500 listing and we can start from there. Connor was killed in a plane crash several years ago, leaving Liam without a family. No matter how much of a shrewd businessman his father was, no one in this town will speak poorly of his orphaned child. But that's not why we won't take the case." "Then why?" Joyce snapped, "because I don't have a ‘legal leg' on stand on?" "Precisely," Lilah answered, undaunted by her client's tone of voice, "Your daughter is of age to check herself out of that facility, barring any serious mental illnesses, which she has none. She does not have a history of any criminal activity. The only choice would be to press charges with the aid of the facility as her being Faith's accomplice in assaulting the nurse and the guard on duty. Of course, the facility is more than willing to charge both of them. If we take that route, however, it is important to note that McDonald will take this all the way and you will probably have to sell your house to cover our fee before this is all over. Wolfram & Hart does not care about character debates or connections, Mrs. Summers. We could turn Buffy into a black smear on the front page of the LA Times, if that's what you wish, but the only thing that will be cheap about this when it's all over, will be your daughter's character." *** it's
hard on a young girl It was after dark when Buffy and Angel reached Sunnydale and they parked the flashy BMW on a side street a couple of blocks from the mansion. Angel lugged both suitcases as they made their way toward the mansion. They slipped silently in through the back door and tiptoed up to the third floor, stopping to hide in the closet once when they heard voices coming toward them. Angel led Buffy down to the end of the hall to the second largest suite of rooms in the mansion. Setting the suitcases down quietly, he produced a set of keys, opened the door and motioned for Buffy to enter ahead of him. Once inside, he relocked the door and flipped on the light. "Kathy's room," Buffy whispered, as she took in her surroundings. When Angel said they were going to hide at the mansion, Buffy was dubious, certain that they would be found within a short amount of time. When he said they were staying on the third floor and not his room, she felt better about it, if only slightly. Now that she saw that they were standing in the room of his deceased little sister, she felt a chill go over her. It seemed like more than just a trespass to be here among her things. It looked like nothing had been touched since she died. In the corner a couple of pairs of girl's shoes looked as if they had been kicked off, maybe when she came home from being out somewhere. A t-shirt lay rumpled on her twin bed and Buffy shivered as she looked at it. It had probably been taken off by the girl years ago and never put away. "No one's been up here," Angel explained silently, "I just locked the door." "Are you sure you want to stay in here?" Buffy asked softly, "We can go somewhere else." "No," Angel answered after a moment, "I need to deal with this sometime." He crossed the room and picked up a framed picture lying on her dresser. He handed it to her without commenting and she looked over the happy faces in the photo. A stern looking older man who was a middle aged version of Angel stood behind Angel and Kathy, his hand on each of their shoulders. Kathy looked much like Buffy had expected, slender and lovely, with sculpted features softer than the two men. She and Angel were both grinning as if they were struggling not to laugh. It looked like their father was squeezing their shoulders in a vain attempt to hold in their hilarity until after the picture. She could almost see them collapsing into guffaws afterward, clutching their bellies as they laughed. "She's beautiful," Buffy said, tracing Kathy's face with her fingertips. "She was," Angel agreed, taking the picture from Buffy and setting it back on the dresser, "She was the only one who really could change Dad's mind about anything. He always thought she would be the one to run the business when he retired, not me." "Business?" Buffy echoed. "He had his fingers in everything," Angel explained, "He owned a lot of different companies. He liked variety. When he died, Giles and I sat down and decided to sell some of them and keep some of them. I guess I own them, but they are all controlled by a board of directors." "Do you ever check up on them?" Buffy asked, "Or get reports or anything?" "The world's secret, my love," Angel said with a sad smile, "Giles controls the Angelus fortune for the most part. He tells me what I need to know and for a long time, I didn't want to know very much. Eventually, I'll take over, but I haven't been ready. I never wanted to run the business anyway. It was always what Kathy wanted, so I never even thought about it before they died." "What do you want to do?" Buffy asked, following him into the sitting room area and curling up on the small sofa by his side. "I don't know," Angel said, "Not that. It made my father a hard person. He was stressed out and busy all of the time. I don't want to become that person. Somehow Giles handles it all without being burdened by it, maybe I could too." "You don't have to," Buffy said, leaning against his chest, "You can do whatever you want to." "All I really want," Angel said, pulling her in closer, "Is to be with you and maybe finish school if we ever make it back to classes." "Sounds good," Buffy answered inside a yawn, "If we don't get caught." "No one's taking you away again, love," he said, kissing the top of her blonde head and pulling her in tighter against him. *** you
know all the right people Faith heard the phone ring as she stepped out the shower. She had been trying for the last twenty minutes to get the sterile smell of that damn facility out of her hair. Even after showering at the hotel, she still smelled it on her skin, up her nose. As far as hiding places went, Lindsey's luxurious house was the way to go. His guest room shower was big enough to fit four people and his towels were so soft and fluffy. Compared to the stiff towels she had been dealing with at that place for the last month and half, any thing that used fabric softener would feel like heaven. Wrapping the towel around herself, she hovered over the phone next to the guest bed and with not the slightest twinge of guilt, she picked it up to hear Lindsey's voice saying, "So she's not going to press charges?" "No," a woman's voice answered on the other line, "One remark about dragging Angel's little slut through the mud and she ran out of here like her ass was on fire." "Lilah..." Lindsey warned, "You breathe one word about our agreement to chase off Joyce and I'll make sure you're disbarred." "You do that I'll make sure you go down with me," she answered in her most saccharine sweet voice. "I'll expect my payment in full by the end of the week." "You are a cold hearted bitch, Lilah," Lindsey barked. "You're the bitch, Lindsey. You always drop everything to bend over for Angel," Lilah laughed, "We both know who has the balls in this relationship." "I don't know," Lindsey said with a dry, sardonic laugh, "You're pretty good at bending over if memory serves." "I'll be waiting for my payment," she snapped and slammed down the receiver. Faith waited for him to hang up as well before she set the phone down on its cradle. Her head snapped up as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway and she was halfway to her suitcase to get clothes before her door swung open. "Can't you knock?" she asked, placing a hand on her jutting, towel covered hip. "Why should I respect your privacy when you obviously don't plan on respecting mine?" he asked, raking his eyes over her nearly naked body, "Did you like what you heard?" "I don't know, do you like what you see?" she shot back. *** Abused FEEDBACK: Please and thank you! LYRICS: All lyrics are from Everclear RATING: NC-17 AN: RL's been a bitch lately, so this was written fairly quickly. Sorry if it's not up to par. *G* DEDICATION: For Margriet, Gia & DarkRhiannon. *** i
think you like to be the victim Lindsey McDonald stared at the ceiling above him and wrenched the hand free that was clutching the leg of the couch to wipe the blood from his nose. Groaning, he turned over onto his side, noting that the glossy hardwood floor felt like it had molded around his body - or maybe his body was molding to the floor. "Did I break you?" Faith asked with an unapologetic grin. She stretched like a cat, nearly purring as her deceptively powerful naked body arched over the floor. "Takes more than that to break me, darlin'," Lindsey lied in a tired, slurred voice. He forced himself to sit up, then stand and finally make it the couch, which was the only piece of furniture in his living room that wasn't overturned. Hell, it was probably the piece of furniture in the house that wasn't overturned. "If at first you don't succeed," she answered happily, hopping up and straddling his lap on the couch. "I've gotta call Angel," Lindsey said, willing to use anything as an excuse to take a break from her sexual onslaught. The woman gave the phrase "fucking your brains out" a whole new connotation. He could only imagine what his maid would think when she showed up that afternoon to find the whole house looking like Cyclone Faith had torn through it, especially since she was not new to the strange messes that resulted in his sexual exploits. "Sure," she agreed, grinding in his lap, "Can't keep B locked in that little room in the mansion with nothing to do but bang her stud. That'd be tragic." "Then shower," Lindsey continued, "Then work. Buffy's off the hook, but you still have a warrant for your arrest." "Gonna save me, is that it?" she said, starting to move away from him. She didn't need a white knight and she certainly didn't need some lawyer, no matter how sexy he was, galloping up to save her. She had no intention of letting him help her for free and then trying to control her. She'd rather go to jail first. "Well," Lindsey said, a slow smile spreading across his face. He grabbed her hips before she could move away and pulled her roughing against him. "For a pro bono case, I'm definitely getting more bang for the buck." *** i have given up on that sparkle i thought i saw in you Buffy stood nervously outside of her mother's house and wished she didn't see the Jeep in the driveway, announcing that her mom had come home. When Lindsey called early that morning, waking them up and telling them that they didn't need to hide anymore, she was relieved and terrified at the same time. She didn't want to face her mother and she didn't want to start real life again. She had no idea how she would face everyone when the whole town undoubtedly new that she had tried to kill herself. Angel had proposed when they were still in trouble and although she knew he meant it, she wondered how their life would come together now that the danger was gone - now that he was free to walk away if he wanted. After Buffy had told Angel that she wanted to make this trip on her own, he had left after showering quickly, saying that he had some things to take care of. She had made a point to get ready slowly and take her time before going over to the house she once called home. She would have rather done anything than spend her first day free seeing her mother, but she knew that in order for anything to get better, she had to start there. Gathering her wits about her, she mounted the stairs, opened the door and walked in, holding her breath until she called out, "Mom?" Joyce rushed into the living room from the kitchen and skidded to a halt when Buffy held her hand up to stop her. She looked over her daughter carefully and fought back the tears when she saw the anger on Buffy's face. "Buffy," Joyce gushed, "I want you to understand-" "No, Mom," Buffy snapped, "I want you to understand. I've never been this angry with anyone ever...not even Riley. You're my mother! You're supposed to help me and be on my side-" "Honey, I am on your side," Joyce begged. "No, you're not," Buffy answered, keeping her tone stern and making sure she kept up the strength to say what she had to say, even as hard as it was so see her mother reduced to a level she never thought was possible. "You lied to me and manipulated me. You almost ruined my life!" "Your life?" Joyce scoffed, "You tried to kill yourself, Buffy! What life?" "I'm not saying I didn't make mistakes," Buffy said, "I did and attempting suicide was one of them. I came here to tell you that if you want to be a part of it, then things have to change. As of now, you will no longer have any control over anything in my life - not school, not who I'm with, nothing. If you want to see me, then you call and make an appointment with me." "An appointment?" Joyce sputtered, "What? You're just going to let Angel control you instead? Is he going to be paying for your school now?" "I don't know," Buffy answered truthfully, "We haven't talked about it, but guess how much that doesn't matter! You know what's sad, Mom? You hate Angel so much and you never spent one second trying to get to know him." "Do you want to know why I hate Angel?" Joyce asked, sitting tiredly down in a living room chair. She felt like she had aged ten years in the last few months. "No," Buffy said, sitting on the opposing couch, "I don't. Nothing you can say will vilify him in my eyes. I hate to even say this out loud, but I think you need to hear it. You are just like Riley, mother." "Buffy!" she shouted angrily, "How dare you compare me-" "You take what isn't yours and you try to manipulate your way into people's lives," Buffy continued calmly, in an oddly motherly tone, "Guess what, Mom? Angel isn't like that. He isn't like you and Riley and Daddy. He doesn't try to take from me what I'm not willing to give. I'm sorry that Daddy did the things he did, Mom. I am. I'm sorry because it screwed both of us up so much, but Angel isn't Daddy and he never will be. Unless you want to become the monster you fought for years, then you need to think about what you've done." "Buffy, I'm so sorry, honey," Joyce said, letting her tears flow freely. "I know you are, Mom," Buffy answered, rising to her feet, "That's the worst part. You're so sorry and you're not even sure why. I came here to tell you that if you want to be in my life then things are really going to change. If you think I won't cut you off, you're wrong. I would hate to do it, but I will." "I'll do anything to make things right between us, sweetheart," Joyce sobbed, "I never meant to hurt you. I just want you to be happy and safe." "I am safe," Buffy said, "and I plan to be very happy. I'm marrying Angel." "What?" Joyce sputtered, "No, Buffy, you can't! Just wait a little while and then-" "You don't have to approve," Buffy said, walking towards the door, "I'm not asking for it. I'm telling you that I love him and I'm marrying him. Whether you're a part of the wedding plans or my life is entirely up to you. I can take being hurt by you, Mom, but if you try any underhanded things to keep us apart or if you hurt him at all, I'm going to write you out of our lives." Joyce opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again as the door swung shut behind her daughter. Curling up in a ball, she wept for her daughter's future and for the hole inside the pit of her stomach that nothing could ever seem to fill. *** forget
about all the losers that we know Angel sat down in Sunnydale jail and picked up the phone to talk to the prisoner who was just sitting down. Riley Finn still looked beaten up and Angel wasn't surprised considering the officer had told him that Finn was being kept in the small jail until he was well enough to be transported to another prison on the other side of the state. "Finn," Angel said, unable to keep the ferocity from his voice, "How's prison life treating you?" "What do you want, Angel?" Riley said, his expression angry and pained. He had been hoping like hell that his visitor was Buffy, that he would be able to see her again before he was shipped off even if it meant seeing her anger. "I asked Buffy to marry me," Angel said clearly, happily noting Riley's flinch, "And she said yes. When you get out of here - if you ever do, I suggest you stay far away from my wife. Not that you'll have a parole without my objection. I plan to use all the power and connections I have to make sure that you serve your whole sentence, Finn. You deserve to pay for what you did to her." "How are those gunshot wounds healing up?" Riley snapped back, irritated that he couldn't hide his own anguish at the news that Buffy was marrying him. "They're healing up nicely," Angel said with a satisfied smile, "You know, Buffy has been doing everything she can to make sure I'm...comfortable." "I bet," Riley answered gruffly, "I'm sure she's been able to help you a lot from the facility she was being held in. You must be one hell of a fiancé since she tried to kill herself to get away from you. The papers really had a lot to say about how she was with you when she did it." "I think we both know the truth, don't we, Ri?" Angel shot back, "Doesn't matter. She's going to marry me and soon you'll be nothing but a jailbird singing about the good times when you were free to rape whoever you wanted." "Fuck you, Angel." "Don't be upset," Angel chided happily, "I'm sure you'll be someone's bitch in no time. I can see you in that big, real prison with some big guy showin' ya what it's like to be taken against your will. Damn, it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside." Narrowing his eyes, he leaned in towards the glass, "If you get anywhere near my wife when you get out of here, I'll fucking kill you. If you show your ugly face on my property, I'll kill you. Got it?" "Buffy's a beautiful woman, Angel," Riley sneered back, "Are you sure she'll still be your wife when I'm free?" "Even if she wasn't," Angel scowled, "it still wouldn't save your pathetic life. Even if it was possible for me to ever hate her, I would still keep her safe. The minute you walk from behind those bars, I'll know about it. I can promise you that." *** she
says she likes to go outside Angel sat nervously on the couch and fidgeted with the keys in his hand. He had been running around Sunnydale since Lindsey's call, after his little visit to Finn, and now he wished he had a few more things to do to keep his mind occupied until Buffy came home. He had really wanted to go to her mother's with her, but he knew it was best for her to go by herself, to face her mother on her own two feet. The dark side of him wanted to stand in that house on Revello drive and tell Joyce Summers just what he thought of her. He idly wondered what their children would think of their Grandma. Just the thought of having a life and children with Buffy caused the dark side of him to dissolve into a big pile of happiness, which then led him back to nervousness, where the circle began. If she didn't come home soon, he would have to find something to do to make his mind stop working. Course, there was only one thing that made his mind stop working altogether - and here we are with the circle. He growled at himself and stood up, preparing to pace or something when she walked through the door. She looked tired and frazzled as she entered, but glided easily into his arms and pressed her face against his chest. "How'd it go?" he asked quietly, holding her close to him. "Eh," she grunted, her words muffled against his shirt, "It's a work in progress." "Wanna talk about it?" he asked, pulling her over to the couch and forcing himself not to fidget. "Not really," she said, "She's upset and with good reason. Guess we'll just wait and see what happens." "Good idea," he remarked, clutching those keys in his hand so tightly, he was sure they were going to break into his skin any second. "What are you all twitchy about?" she asked, regarding him closely, "Is something wrong? Oh God, something's wrong." "No, baby," Angel said, cupping her chin, "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to give you something." Opening his hand, he held out the keys for her that were nearly imbedded in his skin. She gingerly picked them up and eyed them before looking at him in askance. They were not house keys or car keys. They were too small for that. "What are they to?" she asked, peering down at them as if the answer were inscribed on them somewhere. "A safe deposit box at the bank," Angel answered quietly, watching her intently for her reaction. "Safe deposit box?" she echoed in confusion, looking up at her lover, "What's in it?" "Stocks, bonds, deeds to the house and the businesses," Angel rattled off, "You know, the normal things and your engagement ring." "My e-engagement ring?" Buffy stammered, "Well, why is it there?" "Because," Angel said, "I want you to wear it when you're ready. I bought it today, but I didn't want to pressure you to marry me or even be officially engaged until you want to. When you think you're ready, we can go to the bank and get it. While we're there, you can sign the signature cards." "Signature cards?" Buffy echoed in confusion. "Yeah, to our bank accounts," he said nervously, still watching her reaction. "Our bank accounts?" Buffy repeated, "Please tell me you mean that you set up a mini account that doesn't really have any money in it but you thought it'd be nice to have a joint account." "No," Angel said, shaking his head, "I mean that I called Lindsey today and told him I want to add your name to everything including the mansion and the businesses. I mean that I am putting your name on all of the bank accounts as soon as someone can hand you a pen. Course, all of the accounts aren't here in Sunnydale, so we'll have to handle some of the other ones later. Love, I don't know any other way to make sure that you know that I intend to marry you, that everything that belonged to me, now belongs to us." "Angel," Buffy said, handing the keys back to him quickly as if they singed her skin, "I can't let you do that. You have too much...I don't even know how much money you have. Why don't you have Lindsey do a prenuptial agreement? I'll sign it." "I knew this was a bad idea," Angel said, tossing the keys on the coffee table and turning back to her, "I didn't mean to upset you, baby. I want you to be able to have money, to go shopping, to not worry about school, Buffy. I'm not doing this to tie you down, love. I wanted to you to know that you're free to do what you want. This isn't about you marrying me...well, it is, but it's mostly about you knowing how much I love you. I wouldn't give everything I have to anyone else. It's all for you and if you decide tomorrow that you can't marry me, I still want you to have it. You already own my heart and body, Buffy. It's only fair that you have everything else too." "You're insane," she said, shaking her head, "You're certifiable, Angel! You can't do this! Ask Lindsey. He'd say the same thing." "This isn't about Lindsey," Angel said, holding her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes, "This isn't about your mother or Riley or Spike or Giles or anyone else. This about you and me. This is about me giving you everything I have and letting you know that no matter what happens, I will be there for you. I will love you for the rest of my life. And I'm not saying you have to sign all the stuff today or that you have to wear the ring. I just wanted you to know that when you're ready, it's all yours." Home - Navigation - Affiliates - Random - Fanfiction - Links - Updates - About Tango |
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