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"S," Angel guessed, lying on the sofa with Buffy entangled in his arms, a lined notepad clutched in her hands.
"Nope!" she teased, adding 'S' to the string of other failed letters along the bottom of the page. She drew another arm onto the poor guy destined to be hanged millions of times throughout his 'life' until people tired of the game. So far he had a head, body, and both arms. Angel only had two legs left. Several previous pages were already scrawled with rounds of the game.
He groaned and studied the letter setout on her page. Four words, the first with four letters, then two, two, and three. He'd already used S, F, J, I, and L. The page so far looked like this:
T_ _ E _ E T_ _ED
He sighed. "This is hard, baby," he commented.
Buffy cocked an eyebrow. "Tell me about it," she hissed seductively, rubbing herself against the front of his pants. He moaned. All too soon, she stopped. "Huh uh. Gotta win this round, first," she teased.
He groaned. "Fine. A?"
Buffy simply filled in a single A, after the T in the first word.
"M. Yeah? C?"
"Huh uh." She drew a leg on the hangman.
Angel groaned. He only had one leg left. "B?"
Buffy giggled and filled in the B. She showed him the page:
TA_E ME T_ BED
Angel moaned, and took the pen from her fingers. He quickly finished the phrase, and showed it to her:
TAKE ME TO BED
She laughed as he stood up, scooping her with him. Their notepad lay deserted as he carried her away.
"My turn," Angel announced as he picked up their dropped notepad. He checked the clock. Two hours of daylight left before they could finally leave the house. It was frustrating, so they played silly games to pass the time. Yet this time, it wasn't so silly.
As Buffy dropped beside him, he quickly drew the hangman platform, and scribbled in the following dashes:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
"Short. Too easy," Buffy declared when she saw it. "Okay. I'll start with E."
"You always start with E," Angel teased as he filled in the last letter as E.
"E is the most common letter in the English language," Buffy defended herself. "Anyway…S."
"Nah." He drew a head.
"Strike two." Added the body.
She sighed. "Umm, A?"
He paused, then wrote an A atop the second dash. He was beginning to get nervous.
She studied it for a moment. "N?"
He shook his head and added both arms. What if she didn't get it?
Oh. Well then. "Yes!" Angel cried, altering the sketch to look like this:
MA_ _ _ ME
Buffy stared at it. "Angel, if you're trying to spell 'Mamma Mia', that's not right."
He laughed. "It's not 'Mamma Mia', Buffy."
"Oh. Okay. Um, K?"
Worried, he added the first leg. "Only one to go, Buff. Don't screw it up," he advised with a grin.
"Fine, smart guy. I'm gonna get it now. R?"
He froze. R. This would give it away. Hand shaking, he added the two R's. Only one letter remained at the end of the first word. He felt Buffy begin to shake slightly in his arms. He couldn't see her face, couldn't tell what she was thinking, or even if she'd figured it out. Then, she stilled. She rolled towards him, met his eyes. Very quietly, eyes full of tears, she whispered, "Y."
He smiled. "Because I love you," he teased, answering the question she hadn't really asked. She laughed, and caught his lips in a searing kiss.
"Of course!" she cried, tears falling. "Of course I'll marry you!"
He felt his soul leap for joy, and tightened his arms around her. "I love you so much, Buffy."
"I love you too!"
Once more, their discarded page fell to the floor, adorned with the poor hangman, a string of wrong letters, and the words MARRY ME.
"No, Willow, I'm not kidding. Hangman! I know, isn't it unreal? I mean, it was so adorable." She sighed. "God, I love that man."