Best Souvenir, chapter 15

[lettered]

Title: Best Souvenir
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: None for now
Pairings: just B/A for now
Summary: Whistler never existed. Buffy and Angel meet after the End of Days is over. Future fic, alternate reality.
A/N: Much thanks to a2zmom, as always, for finding out was wrong with that one part!

Previous chapters can be found here.

Comments

[chrisleeoctaves]

Then she felt his knuckles touch the nape of her neck, and she thought she might let him. Instead, she felt the back of his hand slide down her back, between her shoulder blades, the movement slow, gentle. His touch felt so unexpectedly-good. Not painfully arousing, as she might have supposed, just . . . cool, soothing. His fingers rested for a moment at the dimple just above the cleft of her buttocks, and then his hand was gone

Hot. That's all I'm saying about that. See- this is the kind of thing that *really* gets me- the longing, but the *not* acting. And the longer you draw it out- the hotter it will be to me.

*sigh*

She took the top of the hydrogen peroxide and poured a liberal amount onto some gauze I think you mean top 'off'.

[a2zmom]

That's it. That beta needs to be fired.

[lettered]

I'd rather miss an 'f' than miss you.

[lettered]

And the longer you draw it out- the hotter it will be to me.

Hm. What a good idea. I'm so glad you like that bit. Sometimes a simple touch can be hotter than pages of smut. Thanks.

Oh, and typo! Thanks, fixed!

[a2zmom]

So, to make chrisleeoctaves happy, you shuld tell her that you've written 200 more chapters where all they do is look and sigh and occasionally, lightly touch a kneecap.

[lettered]

What are you talking about?

I have.