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.

 

            “Hrm, I think Dawn lost it last week. Just push the button on the machine,” I yell and put the popcorn in the microwave.

 

            I finished baking after Angel had his big apocalypse.  Lorne called me in Rome. He said he heard Angel humming and saw that he was gonna need some help. I gathered up the slayers and we flew to Los Angeles. Angel wasn’t happy to see me. We almost had this fight in front of the entire demon army, which I think kinda threw them. I mean here we are being stormed by Hell’s army and Angel and I are arguing over whether he needs me there or not.  Anyway, we killed the armies of Hell, pissed the senior partners off, had some divine intervention and inspiration. Apocalypse adverted.

 

            So anyway, I decided that I like cookie dough, there’s nothing wrong with cookie dough and besides why would I wanna be cookies if I didn’t make sure all the best parts of me got baked along with the cookie dough. That’s like making chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips. Anyway, it made sense at the time, not like real sense but that special Buffy sense.

 

            My thoughts are interrupted by Angel cursing in Gaelic. I know he’s cursing because there’s only two times he speaks Gaelic, the other is in bed. Yeah the curse, Willow sort of fixed it.

 

            “What’s wrong?” I yell.

 

            “Nothing,” Angel snaps.

 

            I grin. He can’t figure out the DVD player. The man knows how to work every piece of medieval weaponry ever known to man, he can’t figure out anything remotely resembling technology. There’s a reason I make the microwave popcorn in our house. The microwave goes off and I pour the popcorn in a bowl, I like it better that way. Mom always poured it in a bowl.

 

            Angel is still standing in front of the TV pushing buttons. It is inevitable; he eventually hits the pause one. He turns around and beams at me. The man can save the world multiple times, he gets pleased as kool aid when he finds the pause button on the DVD player. Of course it took him 2 minutes to find but hey, I’m not gonna crush his ego.