Meh. The Story Ends.
After taking a few hours to nap, still during the wee hours of the morning with the sun still not out yet, Angel listened to her as she explained everything that had happened to her for the past couple of years that they had been apart.
All of it sent shooting pains through his heart.
It was almost enough to suck the life from him as she told him she'd left for London bascially right after running, finishing up High School there and living with the only person who he had never thought of and knew damn well he should have.
There was also the fact of being reminded he'd lost her for so long, too long. She'd done all of these things the past few years and he missed out on them. on her.
And he told her about his life, how it came to be the dreary thing that it was. It wasn't much of a story and he felt bad about telling her since she kept apologizing. He'd just pull her closer and swear tie and time again he was bound to do whatever he could to make things right.
The sun peeking in through the blinds had him waking up a second time, groaning as he reluctantly pulled away from Buffy and slipped out of bed. He looked back down longingly at the bed and more importantly the girl in it and sighed, tearing himself away again.
When he returned, he crawled on top of her and dropped a soft kiss on her far too irresistable mouth, slowly rising her from sleep.
"Angel," she breathed.
"Mmm?" he kissed her forehead and then slowly removed himself again knowing full well what would happen if he didn't. "I made you breakfast," he told her with a smile and went to grab the tray from the desk he'd left it on and brought it over.
Buffy smiled and thanked him and then he went to go start up a bath for her for when she finished.
She stood nervously still, her face lowered as it burned red as he slowly unwrapped the sheets from her once again, letting them drop to the floor, leaving her completely bare to his eyes in a heavily lit room. The very warm room as well as she noticed briefly he remembered to bring in a small electric heater so that the air wouldn't be cold when out of the bath.
"Beautiful," he murmer, one hand coming up to trace underneath her breasts, sending shivers through her.
He watched her nervous smile for a moment before rushing to grab her, she squealed as he lifted her, carrying her over to the tub and gently placing her in it, feeling his face being covered in a smile as her laughter filled his heart.
He chuckled himself and went to pull away but she reached out and grab him tighter, pulling him down for a playful and teasing kiss that left an ache in his groin.
"I love you," he breathed out huskily.
"I love you," she said with a huge smile and then gave him a quick peck before diving lower into the water.
Angel chuckled again and stood up straight again. "I'll be outside."
Buffy shook her head. "Stay?"
"Alright," he sighed happily and knelt down beside the tub, his restless hand reaching to brush some bubbles away from her chin.
Add the fact that Cordelia had drug him to this house years ago to look at it to the list of things he needed to thank her for.
As Buffy stood in the seperate shower, the one with very very clear doors, as she rinsed off the remaining bubbles from her bath, he had to use every ounce of strength in him not to pull the door off of its hinges and go in there with her.
Thankfully, she was done in a hurry and stuck her head out soon after she entered. "Hi," she said bashfully, he could see her trying to hide herself behind the door and had to laugh out loud at her. "What?" she asked confused.
Angel stood up and tried not to show any shakiness show and opened up a towel in front of her to step into to. "Sweetheart, there's no use hiding behind those," he said raising his eyebrow and watched in pure amusement as she realized why.
Her face was burning all over again. "I really should have noticed that."
He laughed and bent down to capture her lips. "You were distracted."
"Mmm, that I was, wasn't I?" she wrapped her arms around him and let him pick her up with ease and carry her over to the large counter and sat her down.
She reached for a brush and started messing with her hair while he remained in between her legs, his arms wrapped around her.
"Can I ask you a question?" he asked softly.
He gave her a nervous smile. "This is stupid... but that night... if things had gone more according to plan and I..."
"Yes," she cut in, "of course I would have said yes Angel."
He sucked in a breath quickly and debated the rest of this.
"What if I asked you right now?"
It was Buffy's turn to intake a sharp breath and she slowly turned to look at him. Slowly one of his hands left her waist and went to his, dipping into his pocket and pulling out the ring he refound earlier with all the mess and twirled it in his fingers.
"So, will you?"
After a few moments of silence and her looking lost he let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry. I really shouldn't have... I'm sorry. I just... I'm afraid I'll lose you again and I just... sorry. You don't have to say yes Buffy or answer at all, it's fine really. That was just a very dumb thing to do okay? So please, please stop looking at me so terrified?"
Buffy forced herself to blink a few times then a huge smile started to form across her face. His head was lowered as he began reaching his hand back down to put the ring away but she grabbed him and took it from him before he could finish.
"Tell me you love me."
"More than anything."
"But everything I put you through.."
"I don't care about any of it. I just want you."
The fight inside of her came back and she tried to figure out which side to listen to. Findally she shut it all out and just looked at him.
Slowly she put the ring back in his hand and almost felt like crying herself at the expression he made. Quickly though she tried to fix what she knew it looked like.
"Ask me again."
"What?" he asked suprised.
"Ask me again."
Angel's eyebrows shot up for a moment and he finally smiled. "Okay.. hold on.," he clutched the ring tighter as he picked her back up, spinning her around toward the doorway and led her back to his bedroom, dropping her softly on the bed and quickly covering her with his own and crushing his lips to hers.
What are you doing?" she panted out, feeling the towel being stripped away and his mouth quickly covering the exposed flesh bit by bit.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he teased and she blushed again. "You do realize that," his tongue circled around one of her hardened nipples, "I have seen you naked many times in my life," he did the same to the other. "I have touched," he started making his way down her stomach, "kissed," and he continued, "and licked, every last inch of you."
"Yes," she replied, her voice shaky and her body on fire as she watched him position his head and shoulders between her legs.
Buffy jumped and squealed at the first lick, which she was sure he meant for her to with the chuckling that followed.
"I think it's cute, I really do, but honestly you have nothing at all to be ashamed of Buffy. You're a beautiful girl with a very beautiful body," he told her, is face lowering back down with every word before he dove back into her.
For seevral minutes he took turns between darting his tongue in and out of her using different speeds and angles and circling her with a painful slowness that had her whimpering every time. He finally smiled and let one then two fingers replace as he ran up her slit, starting in on a relentless attack on her swollen bud.
Buffy was still seeing stars and panting heavily as she felt his naked body sliding against hers, slowly making his way back up much like he'd come down.
"Angel?" she panted out as he made his way up neck.
He lifted his head and smiled at her. And she was more distracted by how cute that smile looked that she wasn't paying any attention to the lower half of their bodies which were suddenly joined together and had her screaming out his name again.
"Oh God," she maoned and threw her head back to the pillows.
Angel chuckled and brought up one of hands, the ring coming out to rest atop of his index finger.
"Now," he said getting her attention, "Buffy Summers, I love you. I want and I need you. More than maybe you'll ever know."
She felt dizzy. "Angel, you can't just stay still like this," she cut in making him laugh.
"Fine. I'll skip the whole big speech then. Buffy Summers, I love you. Will you marry me?" he smiled. "See, simple."
"Yes," she moaned out.
"You sure about that?"
"Yes! Yes Angel, I want to marry you."
He laughed again as she tried to wiggle against him. He started slipping the ring on her finger. "See, now that's the answer I was aiming for this time."
"Angel!" she moaned in frustration but he promtly took care of that little issue as well.