Drabble
Set in Boston 'verse.
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When dream-like bird song became unstoppable shrillness, Buffy didn’t open her eyes - sound alone marked her target - but she couldn’t slap it down before it was swiped out of danger.
“Dawn likes this one,” Angel informed her, silencing the pink monstrosity before sitting down. “Yesterday you were arguing whether the shadow in the newspaper picture was a demon. Broken alarm clocks will not be your next excuse for a make-up slumber party.”
Buffy rolled until her nose touched his thigh, rubbed it drowsily against his pants. “Missed me?”
Angel petted her hair. “Next time, come back to our bed afterwards.”
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When dream-like bird song became unstoppable shrillness, Buffy didn’t open her eyes - sound alone marked her target - but she couldn’t slap it down before it was swiped out of danger.
“Dawn likes this one,” Angel informed her, silencing the pink monstrosity before sitting down. “Yesterday you were arguing whether the shadow in the newspaper picture was a demon. Broken alarm clocks will not be your next excuse for a make-up slumber party.”
Buffy rolled until her nose touched his thigh, rubbed it drowsily against his pants. “Missed me?”
Angel petted her hair. “Next time, come back to our bed afterwards.”