A Happy Ending for Our Heroes
TITLE: A Happy Ending for Our Heroes
AUTHOR: Fluffernutter
DISCLAIMER: You think the hellgods who actually own Buffy and Angel would let them be this happy?
TIMELINE: Futurefic, ergo post Chosen, post NFA.
SUMMARY: Some wedding worries. Dialouge only flufflet!
PAIRINGS: B/A
RATING: T
FEEDBACK: Please?
“Okay, so Xander will go first. Should we have him with Willow, or should we spread the best friends around?”
“You know this really isn't necessary.”
“What do you mean?”
“Claddagh, birthday...remember all that? That's good enough for me. We don't need to have a whole other wedding.”
“We've been planning this for months! You're not getting cold feet, are you?”
“No! Of course not.”
“You still want to marry me, right?”
“See, when you ask it like that, I can only say yes!”
“You mean you don't?”
“Oh Angel, of course I do! Stop being insecure.”
“Okay, if it's not cold feet, what's wrong?”
“...”
“Buffy, I'm going to get it out of you eventually.”
“Not this time.”
“We agreed that sharing is good, remember? One of your ideas if I recall.”
“But this is a private thought, unimportant. Not necessary to share.”
“If it's bothering you than it's important.”
“You're not going to get me to tell...don't raise your eyebrow in that skeptical fashion! There's nothing you can do to make me tell.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.”
“We'll see about that.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Oh alright, when you do that I....LOSE my train OF thought. You know, it's not fair that you had almost three centuries to perfect that and I barely had a quarter of one to try to learn how to resist!...Ok, you can stop now! I'll tell you.”
“Good. What's bothering you?”
“It's just that whenever something big happens in our lives-birthdays, births, weddings- something always goes wrong.”
“Not this time.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Well, we're both just regular people now.”
“Strangely attractive regular people who happen to work for an international demon fighting task force.”
“Ok, maybe that's true. But hey- neither of us drinks blood.”
“Alright, maybe. But tragic stuff happens to normal people. Remember that James Bond movie? That was pretty sad.”
“007 isn't normal, baby. And anyway, I sent up a little prayer to the Powers for a tragedy-free day.”
“Maybe you haven't noticed, but the Powers seem to ignore those little memos marked 'Urgent- please allow true love to conquer all'.”
“Not this time. This memo came with a postscript that said 'Listen up, or I'll go Angelus on your asses.'”
“How come I don't have that cool all-fear-my-wrath reputation?”
“Sorry, love, I guess you have to eat entrails and stuff and you can barely stomach lima beans.”
“Ugh, they taste like grubs. How can people eat them? Except you. Because, you know, you didn't get to enjoy anything for a long time, so now even gross stuff tastes good.”
“Except yogurt.”
“Yeah, there is that idiosyncrasy.”
“Oooh, fancy word there. Have you been spending extracurricular time with Giles? Cause I'll have to have a talk with him about making time with my girl.”
“Thanks for giving me Oedipal nightmares! But you know that you're the only guy I make time with.”
“Can you prove it?”
“What do you think?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Angel?”
“Hmmm?”
“Is it a sin to have sex in a church?”
“I guess we'll just have to see if we get struck by lightning.”
AUTHOR: Fluffernutter
DISCLAIMER: You think the hellgods who actually own Buffy and Angel would let them be this happy?
TIMELINE: Futurefic, ergo post Chosen, post NFA.
SUMMARY: Some wedding worries. Dialouge only flufflet!
PAIRINGS: B/A
RATING: T
FEEDBACK: Please?
“Okay, so Xander will go first. Should we have him with Willow, or should we spread the best friends around?”
“You know this really isn't necessary.”
“What do you mean?”
“Claddagh, birthday...remember all that? That's good enough for me. We don't need to have a whole other wedding.”
“We've been planning this for months! You're not getting cold feet, are you?”
“No! Of course not.”
“You still want to marry me, right?”
“See, when you ask it like that, I can only say yes!”
“You mean you don't?”
“Oh Angel, of course I do! Stop being insecure.”
“Okay, if it's not cold feet, what's wrong?”
“...”
“Buffy, I'm going to get it out of you eventually.”
“Not this time.”
“We agreed that sharing is good, remember? One of your ideas if I recall.”
“But this is a private thought, unimportant. Not necessary to share.”
“If it's bothering you than it's important.”
“You're not going to get me to tell...don't raise your eyebrow in that skeptical fashion! There's nothing you can do to make me tell.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.”
“We'll see about that.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Oh alright, when you do that I....LOSE my train OF thought. You know, it's not fair that you had almost three centuries to perfect that and I barely had a quarter of one to try to learn how to resist!...Ok, you can stop now! I'll tell you.”
“Good. What's bothering you?”
“It's just that whenever something big happens in our lives-birthdays, births, weddings- something always goes wrong.”
“Not this time.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Well, we're both just regular people now.”
“Strangely attractive regular people who happen to work for an international demon fighting task force.”
“Ok, maybe that's true. But hey- neither of us drinks blood.”
“Alright, maybe. But tragic stuff happens to normal people. Remember that James Bond movie? That was pretty sad.”
“007 isn't normal, baby. And anyway, I sent up a little prayer to the Powers for a tragedy-free day.”
“Maybe you haven't noticed, but the Powers seem to ignore those little memos marked 'Urgent- please allow true love to conquer all'.”
“Not this time. This memo came with a postscript that said 'Listen up, or I'll go Angelus on your asses.'”
“How come I don't have that cool all-fear-my-wrath reputation?”
“Sorry, love, I guess you have to eat entrails and stuff and you can barely stomach lima beans.”
“Ugh, they taste like grubs. How can people eat them? Except you. Because, you know, you didn't get to enjoy anything for a long time, so now even gross stuff tastes good.”
“Except yogurt.”
“Yeah, there is that idiosyncrasy.”
“Oooh, fancy word there. Have you been spending extracurricular time with Giles? Cause I'll have to have a talk with him about making time with my girl.”
“Thanks for giving me Oedipal nightmares! But you know that you're the only guy I make time with.”
“Can you prove it?”
“What do you think?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Angel?”
“Hmmm?”
“Is it a sin to have sex in a church?”
“I guess we'll just have to see if we get struck by lightning.”