Characters: OU: Buffy Summers, OU: Angel
Where: His office in the Office Building
When: The evening after
this.
Summary: Getting settled into an officespace, talking about the future and possibly the past.
Warnings: Bangel.
The wicked war axe turned so easily in Buffy's grasp as she tested its balance and weight. Handling weapons was a lot easier now than when she was younger. Years of practice and countless encounters of listening to her instincts had not only kept her alive (most of the time), but it had kept her happy. Weapons weren't any different. Swinging it down and rotating her wrist made it easy to spin it as she crossed the office. She was going to surprise Angel with the new digs.
The couch she'd pushed into the corner looked comfortable, but she hadn't taken the time to try it out yet. That was usually Dawn's job. And Xander's. And Anya wasn't too far behind either... Buffy got a little lost in her thoughts while she slowly swung the double bladed axe through the office.