Chap 5
3 simple words. That's all it is. 3 fucking words. I'm over two hundred years old and I can't say 3 words. I LOVE YOU. Now how hard is that? 3 words that's all. Now that isn't exactly rocket science.
Dark blonde flowing hair, cascades off her head like a glistening waterfall as I watch her gracefully move around the kitchen, cutting a slice of pizza and getting a glass of water. She is so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
All I want to do is yell I love you. To stand on the top of the highest building and scream to the heavens my undying love for the Slayer, my slayer. But I can't. Time has past, we have changed.
Yet still I follow her like a puppy dog, coming to heel when she says, I'm at her every beck and call. If she told me to lick the floor clean, I'm pretty sure I would at least consider it.
We were so close to kissing. So very close. But we pulled away and I watched her eyes change to horror as she realised the situation. But why horror? It's just me; I mean it isn't like she hasn't kissed me before. Is someone waiting for her back home?
As I think of her with another man, I feel my whole body tense with frustration. God damn my curse. But if I didn't have the curse would she still be alive? Or would I have slaughtered her and fed her to the minions?
The thought of her blood on my hands makes my stomach churn let alone the thought of it drizzling down the back of my throat, lingering on my tongue as it made its way inside me. A hand on my arm drags me out of these horrifying thoughts.
"You ok?" It's Buffy.
"Yeah fine." What am I supposed to tell her? 'I'm just thinking about drinking your blood, don't worry about it.'
Her hand still stays on my arm and I fight all urges to kiss her. It needs to be on her terms not mine. If she wants it that way, she'll make the move. I think. Silently I start praying that she'll break contact with me.
Yet still her hand remains.
"While you're here, we haven't done any training in a while. Want to test yourself?" Nice one Angel like your not sexually frustrated enough. You didn't think about the close bodily involvement did you. Dumbass.
"Yeah sure." She smiles and I can help but smile in return.
******
We enter the room in the basement and I smile. He was always one for keeping fit and this room proves it all. Everywhere I look there is all the equipment a slayer could ever need.
I watch as he slowly pulls his black t-shirt over his skin and loosely drops it to the ground revealing his, tight muscular frame to me. This makes me look away. Suddenly I find myself drawn to him. I want to lick that chest.
I look down and concentrate on taking my shoes off and then my jacket. I am so going to kick his ass for making me feel like that.
"Sure you can take me?" His voice calms me yet I scowl at his words.
"What makes you think I can't kick your ass now Angel? I did the last time we fought." I think back and remember that session. His body rubbing against mine until it turned out to be more of a make out session than a training session.
"Don't kid yourself Buffy! I let you win last time cause you gave me the puppy dog eyes."
I smile at him and take a few steps towards him. Instantly he changes to a fight stance yet I still continue to pace towards him, letting him relax his guard and question my movements with his eyes. I pout and flicker my eyes at him, changing my green eyes instantly to a puppy dog look.
At first he relaxes and I take the opportunity to kick high, catching him in the chest and sending him flying to the ground. I smile triumphantly and turn my back to pace to the other side of the room.
******
I lie on the floor in shock. How dare she use her look on me! I leap up and give chase, noticing her first weakness of turning her back to me. I lunge for her waist, dragging her down to the ground, leaving her in a pile on a mat.
I stand and take a few steps backwards giving her room to stand. She fills the room with her presence and beauty. God I love her.
******
The ground is hard beneath me and silently I curse. What had Giles always taught me? Never turn your back on the enemy. To the side of me I notice two swords; similar to the ones we used to fight to the death all those years ago.
I reach out and grab one quickly, spinning and leaping to my feet, throwing the other one to Angel. With a clink, I already find myself blocking a possibly fatal move.
With a whirr of movement, we fight. Sword to sword, stepping left and right, leaping over each other in almost a choreograph type scene. Amazingly neither of us is hurt by the sharp blades that cut the air so viciously. With one flick of my hand I disarm him and stand, taking this moment to pause for breath.
"Had enough slayer?" He smiles. He has no need to breathe.
"Never." I smile in return, taking note of his now glistening body.
I let the sword drop to the floor and it shatters the silence with a loud clang. My eyes stay staring into Angel's as I try to guess his next move, try to decide what he is going to do next.
Hand in hand we fight, kicking, punching each of us blocking the other and replying with the same force. If I had to fight him for real, I know I might not live. He is strong and fast and unbelievably he does not tire easily. I can feel my muscles slowly starting to ache, causing me to slow my responses.
He senses it. I can see it in his eyes. There's a glint of mischief and suddenly he lunges forward, burying the tips of his fingers against my ribs causing me to start to squirm hysterically as the tickling continues.
"No - Angel - Stop!" I try to push him away but the mixture of laughter and tiredness that has started to pass over my body cripples me. My hands find his and I grip on tight, holding him still.
He stops moving and I find myself pressed up against his hard body, breathing in once again that Angel smell. His chest is smooth, and the muscles ripple underneath it as I place a fascinated hand in the centre of his chest, not even thinking what I was doing.
I look up at him and he smiles but his eyes show that he is confused, not sure what I am about to do. What am I doing? I try to pull my hand away from his beautiful skin, but I can't, I won't.
I find myself drawn to him like a magnet, fascinated by his body and I desire to be close to him. Tiredness seeps over my body and I lean my forehead against his firm chest.
"May - " I place a finger on his lips to stop the rest of the sentence from staining this moment.
Cool hands wrap themselves around my body, holding me tight. God I love you more than life itself. I look up and notice the familiar love in his eyes and smile, reflecting the look back at him.
And before I can make another move his lips are against mine in a flash of passion and need. His hands roam wildly up my back and deep hungry kisses travel across my skin.
"God Buffy - I missed you" His voice is husky and deep, and soon I find myself wanting him more and more.
"Me - too." My lips are back against his, my tongue tracing the lining of his lips, tasting and remembering.
We slow down and the kisses become soft and gentle, each of us exploring the other, remembering how it used to be.
******
I can't believe I have her in my arms. My Buffy is here, against my cold skin, pressing her lips against mine in sweet sweet kisses. I don't care if there's an apocalypse, I don't care if the world needs me, this is all I could ever want and I don't want anything to make me let go of her again.
I will not make that mistake again.
I find myself pressed against a wall, with Buffy leaning against me, her small form cuddled into me.
She makes me so happy.
NO she doesn't I take that back. I am not happy. I am not happy one bit. There is NO true happiness here. All we have is guilt and moodiness. NO HAPPINESS.
Well that was a close moment.
I pause from the kisses and I feel her hot breath against my skin.
"Don't tell me." She takes a step back and avoids eye contact. "Stupid curse."
I hang my head low and then without warning turn and kick the wall, causing dust to fill the room as pieces of concrete fall away.
Soft hands touch my back and a light feather kiss is placed between my shoulder blades, instantly sending a strange calm through my body.
"Angel." Her voice whispers in my ear. "It's ok."
"But it's not OK, Buffy. I still have this curse."
"We'll deal with that Angel."
"But we can't."
"Well then if we can't we'll work around it."
"Bu - " I'm interrupted by a flurry of noise upstairs and the door swings open.
"Angel!" Wesley appears in the doorway.
"Wes?"
"Look out the window."
"Uh No. It's two in the afternoon, are you crazy?" I think this man has been drinking way to much tea today.
"Trust me Angel."
And so I did. I ascended the stair and approached the nearest window, preparing myself to leap back once the material falls away and the sun's rays are cast into the dark room.
But no sunlight falls into the room, no daylight at all passes through the transparent glass. Just pure darkness seeps into the room and glides across the tiles. What happened to the life giving sun? Why is there darkness?
"Shit."
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3 simple words. That's all it is. 3 fucking words. I'm over two hundred years old and I can't say 3 words. I LOVE YOU. Now how hard is that? 3 words that's all. Now that isn't exactly rocket science.
Dark blonde flowing hair, cascades off her head like a glistening waterfall as I watch her gracefully move around the kitchen, cutting a slice of pizza and getting a glass of water. She is so beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
All I want to do is yell I love you. To stand on the top of the highest building and scream to the heavens my undying love for the Slayer, my slayer. But I can't. Time has past, we have changed.
Yet still I follow her like a puppy dog, coming to heel when she says, I'm at her every beck and call. If she told me to lick the floor clean, I'm pretty sure I would at least consider it.
We were so close to kissing. So very close. But we pulled away and I watched her eyes change to horror as she realised the situation. But why horror? It's just me; I mean it isn't like she hasn't kissed me before. Is someone waiting for her back home?
As I think of her with another man, I feel my whole body tense with frustration. God damn my curse. But if I didn't have the curse would she still be alive? Or would I have slaughtered her and fed her to the minions?
The thought of her blood on my hands makes my stomach churn let alone the thought of it drizzling down the back of my throat, lingering on my tongue as it made its way inside me. A hand on my arm drags me out of these horrifying thoughts.
"You ok?" It's Buffy.
"Yeah fine." What am I supposed to tell her? 'I'm just thinking about drinking your blood, don't worry about it.'
Her hand still stays on my arm and I fight all urges to kiss her. It needs to be on her terms not mine. If she wants it that way, she'll make the move. I think. Silently I start praying that she'll break contact with me.
Yet still her hand remains.
"While you're here, we haven't done any training in a while. Want to test yourself?" Nice one Angel like your not sexually frustrated enough. You didn't think about the close bodily involvement did you. Dumbass.
"Yeah sure." She smiles and I can help but smile in return.
******
We enter the room in the basement and I smile. He was always one for keeping fit and this room proves it all. Everywhere I look there is all the equipment a slayer could ever need.
I watch as he slowly pulls his black t-shirt over his skin and loosely drops it to the ground revealing his, tight muscular frame to me. This makes me look away. Suddenly I find myself drawn to him. I want to lick that chest.
I look down and concentrate on taking my shoes off and then my jacket. I am so going to kick his ass for making me feel like that.
"Sure you can take me?" His voice calms me yet I scowl at his words.
"What makes you think I can't kick your ass now Angel? I did the last time we fought." I think back and remember that session. His body rubbing against mine until it turned out to be more of a make out session than a training session.
"Don't kid yourself Buffy! I let you win last time cause you gave me the puppy dog eyes."
I smile at him and take a few steps towards him. Instantly he changes to a fight stance yet I still continue to pace towards him, letting him relax his guard and question my movements with his eyes. I pout and flicker my eyes at him, changing my green eyes instantly to a puppy dog look.
At first he relaxes and I take the opportunity to kick high, catching him in the chest and sending him flying to the ground. I smile triumphantly and turn my back to pace to the other side of the room.
******
I lie on the floor in shock. How dare she use her look on me! I leap up and give chase, noticing her first weakness of turning her back to me. I lunge for her waist, dragging her down to the ground, leaving her in a pile on a mat.
I stand and take a few steps backwards giving her room to stand. She fills the room with her presence and beauty. God I love her.
******
The ground is hard beneath me and silently I curse. What had Giles always taught me? Never turn your back on the enemy. To the side of me I notice two swords; similar to the ones we used to fight to the death all those years ago.
I reach out and grab one quickly, spinning and leaping to my feet, throwing the other one to Angel. With a clink, I already find myself blocking a possibly fatal move.
With a whirr of movement, we fight. Sword to sword, stepping left and right, leaping over each other in almost a choreograph type scene. Amazingly neither of us is hurt by the sharp blades that cut the air so viciously. With one flick of my hand I disarm him and stand, taking this moment to pause for breath.
"Had enough slayer?" He smiles. He has no need to breathe.
"Never." I smile in return, taking note of his now glistening body.
I let the sword drop to the floor and it shatters the silence with a loud clang. My eyes stay staring into Angel's as I try to guess his next move, try to decide what he is going to do next.
Hand in hand we fight, kicking, punching each of us blocking the other and replying with the same force. If I had to fight him for real, I know I might not live. He is strong and fast and unbelievably he does not tire easily. I can feel my muscles slowly starting to ache, causing me to slow my responses.
He senses it. I can see it in his eyes. There's a glint of mischief and suddenly he lunges forward, burying the tips of his fingers against my ribs causing me to start to squirm hysterically as the tickling continues.
"No - Angel - Stop!" I try to push him away but the mixture of laughter and tiredness that has started to pass over my body cripples me. My hands find his and I grip on tight, holding him still.
He stops moving and I find myself pressed up against his hard body, breathing in once again that Angel smell. His chest is smooth, and the muscles ripple underneath it as I place a fascinated hand in the centre of his chest, not even thinking what I was doing.
I look up at him and he smiles but his eyes show that he is confused, not sure what I am about to do. What am I doing? I try to pull my hand away from his beautiful skin, but I can't, I won't.
I find myself drawn to him like a magnet, fascinated by his body and I desire to be close to him. Tiredness seeps over my body and I lean my forehead against his firm chest.
"May - " I place a finger on his lips to stop the rest of the sentence from staining this moment.
Cool hands wrap themselves around my body, holding me tight. God I love you more than life itself. I look up and notice the familiar love in his eyes and smile, reflecting the look back at him.
And before I can make another move his lips are against mine in a flash of passion and need. His hands roam wildly up my back and deep hungry kisses travel across my skin.
"God Buffy - I missed you" His voice is husky and deep, and soon I find myself wanting him more and more.
"Me - too." My lips are back against his, my tongue tracing the lining of his lips, tasting and remembering.
We slow down and the kisses become soft and gentle, each of us exploring the other, remembering how it used to be.
******
I can't believe I have her in my arms. My Buffy is here, against my cold skin, pressing her lips against mine in sweet sweet kisses. I don't care if there's an apocalypse, I don't care if the world needs me, this is all I could ever want and I don't want anything to make me let go of her again.
I will not make that mistake again.
I find myself pressed against a wall, with Buffy leaning against me, her small form cuddled into me.
She makes me so happy.
NO she doesn't I take that back. I am not happy. I am not happy one bit. There is NO true happiness here. All we have is guilt and moodiness. NO HAPPINESS.
Well that was a close moment.
I pause from the kisses and I feel her hot breath against my skin.
"Don't tell me." She takes a step back and avoids eye contact. "Stupid curse."
I hang my head low and then without warning turn and kick the wall, causing dust to fill the room as pieces of concrete fall away.
Soft hands touch my back and a light feather kiss is placed between my shoulder blades, instantly sending a strange calm through my body.
"Angel." Her voice whispers in my ear. "It's ok."
"But it's not OK, Buffy. I still have this curse."
"We'll deal with that Angel."
"But we can't."
"Well then if we can't we'll work around it."
"Bu - " I'm interrupted by a flurry of noise upstairs and the door swings open.
"Angel!" Wesley appears in the doorway.
"Wes?"
"Look out the window."
"Uh No. It's two in the afternoon, are you crazy?" I think this man has been drinking way to much tea today.
"Trust me Angel."
And so I did. I ascended the stair and approached the nearest window, preparing myself to leap back once the material falls away and the sun's rays are cast into the dark room.
But no sunlight falls into the room, no daylight at all passes through the transparent glass. Just pure darkness seeps into the room and glides across the tiles. What happened to the life giving sun? Why is there darkness?
"Shit."
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