Angel thinks he's going to regret this...
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Angel glanced over at Xander, vaguely amused, but trying to hide it. The boy was blushing, but also couldn't hide the pleased look on his face as his friends presented the couple with a cake.
Angel, of course, didn't have any cake, but he sat and sipped from an opaque glass as Xander happily ate two pieces, all the while Angel's arm was draped around the back of Xander's chair, pressed against his shoulders.
At the end of the night, everyone began saying the happy couple should kiss.
Xander blushed again, and Angel couldn't help staring at him. Finally, Angel gave a little shrug. He leaned forward a little, smirking. "Hey... majority rules." Angel leaned forward and pressed his lips against Xander's. The familiar texture made Angel momentarily forget their friends and family watching. He pressed into the kiss, opening his mouth and sucking on Xander's lower lip...
With a gasp, Angel jerked awake. What the hell was that?
Angel rubbed a hand over his face, trying to scrub the dream away.
It was that stupid fake-anniversary kiss they'd ended up doing, it was messing with his mind. And making his dream hyper-real, because he already knew what Xander's lips felt like, what he tasted like...
Angel threw the covers off and quickly got dressed. There was no way he was sleeping any more after that.
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