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. )
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. )
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When the kiss ended, Angel only loosened his arms around her, but didn't let go completely. He wasn't sure he'd be able to, now that she was here.
He licked his lips and gave her a soft smile. "Hi," he couldn't resist saying, although it seemed a little unnecessary after that kiss.
"I didn't know cookies tasted that good." Good Lord, had he actually said that?
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Her nose crinkled as she laughed, and she kissed him lightly. "It's the real butter. Makes all the difference."
Buffy stroked her fingers fingers against his cheek, still grinning a little at his cookies comment. "The permanent soul really suits you. Brings out your eyes."
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"Yeah?" he asked in response to her soul comment. "I thought it might clash with my outfit." He couldn't help grinning, then.
He pulled Buffy into a hug, and after a moment, lifted her off her feet and spun her around. When he set her down, he kissed her again, then whispered, "Wanna celebrate?"
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She'd missed this, too. It felt like a weight was lifted. There was no Hellmouth to worry about. At least not in LA. There wasn't the ghosts of what Angelus had done. No college, nothing in their way.
Her arms tightened around him and she laughed again. "Hey, no, this isn't the Mr Broody I remember. Are you sure you're really Angel? I don't remember you ever being this happy before. And do I want to celebrate? Well, duh! Because we are talking celebrating with you, right? Not about to pass me off to someone else?"
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Buffy had looped her arms around his neck once the small moment of shock was over. She did know what they were here for. There'd been a small discussion, and an agreement and they knew what the celebrating was supposed to be, but Buffy was still allowed to be a little nervous.
She smiled at him, and nodded. "Hey, not arguing over the whole being swept off my feet thing. Really, really not. You always were a gentleman."
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Angel was pretty sure they had a different definition of 'gentleman,' but he knew what she meant. He kissed her, slow and tender. Then, he headed up the stairs to the balcony, toward his room.
When he'd returned to the hotel this time, he'd chosen a room close to the staircase, so he could easily see if anyone entered the lobby. Now, it was a quick trip there. Almost before he realized it, he was standing in front of his bed, Buffy still in his arms.
He didn't have a heartbeat to betray just how nervous he was. He let go of Buffy's legs, letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. "Here we are," he said, his voice sounding hoarse with emotion.
He reached up and gently smoothed his hand over her temple and hair, before leaning down and kissing her.
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Sometimes she still wondered if it had happened because she just hadn't been ready. Perfect happiness, or not, she'd been young. And now she had to wonder how her and Angel would be now. Now they were both a little older, and she'd gained experience since then.
The hotel suited Angel. It was also a lot roomier than his apartment in Sunnydale. Nothing was like it had been back then, other than the fact it was her and Angel together again.
Buffy kissed him back deeply, trying to let him know just how much she really had missed him over the years, and just how much she still loved him. No matter what, it always came back to him. "I like here," she said breathlessly. "Here is good."
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He could never get enough of her, but he wanted to take this slow. This was important, to both of them, just as important as their first time together, maybe moreso.
The hand he had wrapped around her waist, Angel slipped under her shirt. Her skin was hot against his, and he wanted more. He wanted to feel that heat, be consumed by it. He pulled away from Buffy just long enough to pull her top off.
He kissed her, again, and again. "I love you... I never stopped," he murmured to her.
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She started to unbutton his shirt, his cool skin never something that bothered her. Just like when she never used to see his vampire face as anything to be scared of, or to hate. It was all just Angel.
Her fingers tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck and she smiled against his lips. "Me neither. I mean, I love you. Always."
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Buffy had managed to unbutton his shirt, and he helped her slide it off his shoulders, tossing it on the floor by the bed in an uncaring heap.
He paused for a moment, and just looked at her. Here she was, standing in front of him, and still he almost couldn't believe it. A part of him was afraid he'd wake up in the morning alone, all of this having been a dream.
If this was a dream, he was damn sure gonna make it worth it, Angel decided. He turned and sat on the side of the bed, drawing Buffy between his knees. He trailed his hands and lips over her chest, savoring the taste of her. The freedom of knowing that it didn't have to end here.
His hands caressed down her stomach, before toying with the top of her slacks.
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She kissed just under his eye and pulled back just as she started to laugh when a random thought popped into her head. "I realise I risk probably ruining the moment here, but will you still love me even when I wear granny pants?"
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