Aww. Last Chapter. Thanks for reading.

Buffy slid down the incline and approached the car cautiously, afraid of what she might find.

"Angel?" she said softly and kneeled down next to the driver's window. The side of the car was caved in, most of the glass gone from the windows.

Angel turned his head and looked over at her. "Buffy?" he asked, surpised.

"Yeah," she smiled, "Your neighbor told me I could find you here. I came to see if I could talk you into taking me back."

"I thought you were going home with your cousins... I thought... I thought you didn't want me," he said, but before she could answer he asked if she could help get him out of the car.

"Sure, but first you need to get rid of the seat belt."

Angel yanked on it. "It's stuck."

"Hold on," she said and slid under him, "Put your hands down to brace your weight," she told him, then she pressed on the button that held the fastener close and yanked on it at the same time.

He fell down over her, his legs catching on the bottom of the wheel.

"Okay, now I'm going to try and wriggle out. Then you're going to follow me alright?" She squirmed her way out from under him, catching her leg on a small piece of glass on the way, which she warned him about. Then she was outside and reaching for him. "Come on," she urged gently.

And together they got him and she worried all the way as they made their way up the hill, then breathed a sigh of relief when he got steeled in the passenger seat of her rental car.

"Okay, now I'm getting you to a hospital."

"No. Let's just get back to my dad's cabin. Buffy, you and me... we need to talk. We can talk when we get there. And, I have even have a first aid kit." He leaned his head back and grimaced a little as his head hit the leather.

When she just sat there silently he turned and opened one eye a mere slit and looked at her questiongly.

"You should go to the hospital."

"I just smacked my head on the window to the door. I've got a hard head. I'm fine."

"Don't I know it," she muttered.

"What was that?"

"I said I know. You have a thick skull, a hard head, and it's terribly difficult to get anything into it," she said and put the suv into reverse since there wasn't any room to turn around.


It took less than five minutes to get back to the cabin. And a little longer to get him inside.

"I'm going to go get you a cloth for your head," she said after sitting him down. "You stay there."

She headed to the bathroom and pulled out to towels, along with the first aid kit she found in there.

"What happened?" she called out as she checked to see what was in the kit

"I was on my way back to get you. I went around the curve and there was a deer in the road. I slammed on the brakes and slid off of the road. And the rest.. I guess you can see." he said now grabbing at the bathroom counter to steady himself as he came up behind her. His hands went to her shoulders and he pulled her back against him. "I was really stupid, Buff. Can you forgive me?"

He was making her nervous and she pulled away. She turned to grab him and lead him back to the chair he was in before. "Let's clean up that wound."

"You didn't answer me," he growled and took the cloth away and grabbed her hands. "Will you forgive me for being the world's biggest ass and leaving you? Especially with those cousins of yours," he muttered then he looked up into her green eyes and cupped her face. "Please, Buff. I need you to forgive me."

Buffy nodded. "There's really nothing to forgive Angel. I needed to face Caleb down.. and I did. Of course it helped that Lilah picked that exact time to go into labor. He kind of forgot what he was here for, what he wanted me to do. Graham drove him to the airport."

"Caleb procreated? Oh shit. The world isn't ready for that." Angel leaned back into the chair and she started cleaning him up. "Ouch," he said gently when she poked at one of his wounds.

"I'm sorry," she said and bit the tip of her tongue, big tears formed in her eyes and started down her cheek.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

She sniffed. "Nothing. I'm just being silly. I.. I don't want to hurt you..."

"As long as you're with me, you could never hurt me," he leaned forward and kissed away her trail of tears.

"I never wanted to leave you... but my cousins were all pushing me... and you didn't say anything... I thought you didn't want me, that you wanted me go. Then when I looked up, you were gone. You were gone and I had no idea where you were or how you felt..."

"I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he cut in.

She smiled through her tears. "Good 'cause I didn't come out here just to save your ass from your car. I came to get my guy back."

"I think your guy needed to get to bed," he rose to his feet.,his body sore and aching. He had bruises on his bruises. Angel wrapped his arm over her shoulder and took her with him. "We'll go get my car in the morning, get some supplies. How you feel about fishing?"

"As long as you clean them.. no problem."


Angel woke hours later, his hand was warm, snuggled between Buffy's breasts under the tank top she'd worn to bed. She was spooned up against him tightly, her hips moving slowly against his. Somehow in her sleep her panties had ended up down around her ankles and his hardened cocked was nestled between her soft lower lips.

Buffy moaned in pleasure and he bent his head, finding her neck with his lips.

"Buffy," he whispered, "make love to me."

She gave him a sleepy moan in response and nodded her head. She rolled halfway onto her back towards him. "Yes," she breathed, still not fully awake.

Angel's hand moved over her breast, kneading the flesh softly, teasing her nipple under it rose to a hard peak. He played with it, wetted his fingers and twisted her until she was all but writhing under him.

"More," she whispered, her eyes now open.

He bent and found the tip with his mouth, wetting the shirt she still wore and suckled her into his mouth, tugging hungrily on it and heard her moaning and whimpering cries. He slid his hand down her stomach and soon found the soft curls that guarded her slit.

Angel push his fingers between, finding the heat of her desire, the wetness of her need. And he played there too, teasing her until she strained against him. Her hands roaming over him, even though they were still in bandages.

It took little enticement for him to slide inside of her from behind, moving with gentle care as his fingers continued to tease and torment her clit.

Her first peak came easily, leaving her breathless and moving against him, still wanting more. Words of love spilled from his lips. Words of love, need, and care. Words he had never been able to say before. But with her... it was as if he couldn't stop himself.

"You're everything to me Buffy," he said as she cried out again.

Buffy rolled to her stomach and arched her back so her hips were up. Angel followed her and kneeled behind her. His hands filled with her hips, bringing them up a little more. Angel put a pillow under her then he began moving with purpose.

Every slow thrust had her crying out his name, every long withdrawl had her moaning loudly.

She moved with him, slamming her hips back into his, wanting him to take a hint.

And finally, he began pummeling her.

Her orgasm started, squeezing him in a fist glory and he felt himself losing control as well. He grabbed her shoulder and leaned over her, pulling her back hard onto his cock as he spasmed uncontrollably inside of her.

When it was done, he collapsed and laid against the pillows. He pulled her down on top of him and trailed his fingers down her spine.

"I love you, Buffy Summers."

"Back at ya, Liam Angelus," she said, stretching under his hands.

"You know what comes next don't you?"

"A cigarette?" she teased.

"Ha ha, very funny. You don't smoke."

"I thought what you did was pretty smokin'," she said and laughed.

"I'm trying to be serious here! How the fuck is a guy suppose to propose when his girl won't take him seriously?"

"Propose?" her eyes went wide. "You're going to propose?!"

"Well I would wait until I had a ring but I just never know when you're going to run into a burning building or show up at a narc bust or even get kidnapped by some psycho. So you're just going to have to wait for the ring when we get back. So what do you say? Make a honest man outta me?"

Buffy closed her eyes.

'Okay, so this isn't the perfect type of proposal. You know, with soft music and candlelight. Maybe a romantic dinner for two. A small ring box. But the type isn't what matters is it? What matters was him.'

She couldn't tell him no.

"Well, since you put it so elegantly and all, I'll be your old lady... if that's what you want."

"Really?" his tone was one of disbelief. "Wait.. really?"

"Yes, really," she giggled.

Angel wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. "I am one lucky man," he smiled.

"Let's hope you continue with that luck. I tend to be on the jinxy side of things."

"Not anymore. Now you'll be Mrs Liam Angelus. Buffy Angelus. All mine," he smiled.

"We'd better make sure your health insurance is paid up all the same," she teased.

The two were both startled by the sound of her cell phone going off in her jacket downstairs. Angel got up and went down to get it, cursing out when he saw the name on the view screen.

"Who is it?"

"Your fucking cousin," he growled and hit the talk button. "Go the fuck away Miller. She's marrying me." And he started to hang up when the phone was taken from his hands and Buffy stood naked in front of him.

"Hey, Caleb, it's me, how's Lilah?" she listened at the other end and her eyes lit up. "Oh, Caleb! That's fantastic. Mom and babies are doing well?"

"Babies?" Angel mothed and sunk down into a chair, pulling her with him. He wrapped his arms around her and listened as he put his ear up to phone.

"There were in total shock. Neither of us were planning on twins. One of each too, Buff, a boy and a girl. Can you believe it?" But before she could reply, he started again. "I take it you found your cop. Everything good there?"

"Everything's fine. In fact, we're getting married," and she laughed when the voice on the other end just shut up. "Caleb? You there?"

"You're marrying a cop?"

"Yep. Looks like it," she laughed. "Come on, be happy for me," she tried to get him back to his happy state before he'd burst her bubble.

"I am happy for you, Buffy. I just don't wanna see you getting hurt."

"He's not going to hurt me. He loves me."

And the two of them talked for a few minutes more before saying their goodbyes and hanging up. Then she tossed the phone onto the table and paid attention to everything Angel was doing to her body.

"You mean it?" he groaned out.

"That you won't hurt me? Yeah, I mean it. You love me too much. And if you haven't proved that to me in the past few days then I'm more thick headed than you."

"Thank God for small favors and intelligent women," he said as his hands molded her breasts and played with her nipples.

"Take me to bed," she whispered, "Take me to bed and show me how much you love me. We can worry about everything else tomorrow."

"Deal." he kissed her. "I love you, Buffy."

"I love you, too."

He blew out the lamp he'd used to get down to the first floor of the cabin.