Another Chance. For gr8muppetyodin
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Angel was nervous. If the lobby floor of the Hyperion had been carpet, he would have worn a groove into it. As it was, the decades-old tile was in serious jeopardy of losing its shine and color.
He'd spoken to Buffy. She'd said she'd like to see him, and since he-- always, wanted to see her, he'd told her she should. See him. Of course, she'd been resistant, because whenever they got together, it was all longing glances and passion and sexual frustration, because no matter how much they might love each other or want each other, they could never be together, because he'd lose his soul.
Except, he wouldn't lose his soul, now. Couldn't, thanks to the Powers That Be. He may not ever be able to be human, but they'd given him this. This chance to be happy. A chance to be with Buffy. He knew it wasn't gonna be all sunshine and roses-- or, well, moonlight, and roses, but he also hoped... He didn't know.
He wasn't really sure what was going to happen when she showed up. Okay, he had a pretty good idea what was going to happen, but after that, he had no idea. Did they pick up where they'd left off, relationship-wise? Where had they left off, really, anyway? He'd left her -- tried to leave her, but they'd kept seeing each other. They couldn't be lovers, and they'd known they couldn't be just friends, so it had left them in some nebulous, unspoken middle-ground.
She'd said she was done baking. She was cookies. She'd figured out who she was, or near enough that she wanted to see him, see where this might lead. He was trying not to think too much about it. The more he tried not to think about it, the more that was all he could think about. Obviously. So, he just had to wait until she got there, and then, they should probably discuss where they should go next.
Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. They'd see each other, exchange pleasantries, fall into an awkward silence, which would eventually be broken by one of them breaking down and kissing the other one. That always led to one of them having to call a halt to everything, and lapsing back into awkward silence and edging around any conversation. It was always some variation of that theme. Except this time... they wouldn't have to call a halt to anything. They could be together. Like, be together. Make love. He just hoped in the end, it didn't lead to an even worse awkwardness than kissing did.
He'd never been good at waiting. He was more an action-man. No, that made him sound like some kids' toy, or... something. God, he really hated waiting. How far away was Cleveland?
Angel was nervous. If the lobby floor of the Hyperion had been carpet, he would have worn a groove into it. As it was, the decades-old tile was in serious jeopardy of losing its shine and color.
He'd spoken to Buffy. She'd said she'd like to see him, and since he-- always, wanted to see her, he'd told her she should. See him. Of course, she'd been resistant, because whenever they got together, it was all longing glances and passion and sexual frustration, because no matter how much they might love each other or want each other, they could never be together, because he'd lose his soul.
Except, he wouldn't lose his soul, now. Couldn't, thanks to the Powers That Be. He may not ever be able to be human, but they'd given him this. This chance to be happy. A chance to be with Buffy. He knew it wasn't gonna be all sunshine and roses-- or, well, moonlight, and roses, but he also hoped... He didn't know.
He wasn't really sure what was going to happen when she showed up. Okay, he had a pretty good idea what was going to happen, but after that, he had no idea. Did they pick up where they'd left off, relationship-wise? Where had they left off, really, anyway? He'd left her -- tried to leave her, but they'd kept seeing each other. They couldn't be lovers, and they'd known they couldn't be just friends, so it had left them in some nebulous, unspoken middle-ground.
She'd said she was done baking. She was cookies. She'd figured out who she was, or near enough that she wanted to see him, see where this might lead. He was trying not to think too much about it. The more he tried not to think about it, the more that was all he could think about. Obviously. So, he just had to wait until she got there, and then, they should probably discuss where they should go next.
Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. They'd see each other, exchange pleasantries, fall into an awkward silence, which would eventually be broken by one of them breaking down and kissing the other one. That always led to one of them having to call a halt to everything, and lapsing back into awkward silence and edging around any conversation. It was always some variation of that theme. Except this time... they wouldn't have to call a halt to anything. They could be together. Like, be together. Make love. He just hoped in the end, it didn't lead to an even worse awkwardness than kissing did.
He'd never been good at waiting. He was more an action-man. No, that made him sound like some kids' toy, or... something. God, he really hated waiting. How far away was Cleveland?