Title: The Burden of Technology

Summary: Angel is great with weapons, electronics…not so much. B/A fluff. Written for the 15minuteficlets the word was pause. I just got the giggles because all I could see when I read that word was this scene.

 

 

            I snuggle back deeper into Angel’s chest. We’re right in the middle of watching Labyrinth. It’s Wednesday night, Angel and my traditional movie night. Why Wednesdays? Because it’s usually quiet on Wednesdays, demon wise. They haven’t geared up for the weekend yet and we aren’t dealing with the weekend leftovers.  Labyrinth was my choice. We switch off picking movies, honestly though Angel lets me pick more often then not. He always chooses the old black and white movies with dead people in them, well not dead as in vampire dead, dead as in not of the living anymore.

 

            “Want some popcorn?” I ask and glance up at Angel.

 

            “Hmm?” He asks.

 

            “You were sleeping!” I squeal. “How can you sleep when the goblin king is on screen? That’s David Bowie!”

 

            “I wasn’t sleeping,” Angel says.

 

            “You were so sleeping!” I accuse.

 

            “I was resting my eyes,” he admits.

           

            “Sleeping,” I say.

 

            “Didn’t you want popcorn?” Angel changes the subject.

 

            “Movie theater butter or regular butter?” I ask.

 

            “Regular, movie theater feels greasy, extra salt,” he says.

 

            I grin, Angel can’t taste the butter, vampire taste buds remember, but he insists it feels weird in his mouth. He always wants extra salt because it’s one of the things he can taste. I stand up with a stretch. I can feel Angel’s eyes on me and I get this cat ate the bird grin on my face. I walk into the kitchen and then poke my head around the door, “Hey, pause the movie will you?”

 

            “Where’s the remote?” Angel asks.

 

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