Title: Happy Valentines Day

Summary: A very pointless one shot sweet fluffy Valentines Day BA story. Angel’s POV because I just really enjoy writing from his point of view. My Valentines Day gift to you and me!

 

Disclaimer: Nope don’t own them if I did the words Gypsy Curse would not be in my vocabulary.

 

           

            I track her by feeling and smell. I finally see her sitting on a headstone in Restfield cemetery. She feels me coming. I can tell by the slight change in her body language. I can almost feel her smile. She doesn’t turn to me though. She looks down at the engraving on the headstone she’s perched on. It’s one of those double stones that you bury a man and wife under. She slides over and leaves me room to sit on the headstone next to her.

 

            “How do I love thee, let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely as men strive for right. I love thee purely as they turn from praise. I love thee with passion put to use in my old grief’s and with my childhood’s faith. I love with a love I seem to lose without my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles and tears of all my life. And, if God choose, I shall thee but better after death.” I quote Elizabeth Barrett Browning to her. She smiles at me and all those years and hours I spent reading Browning’s poetry are rewarded.

 

            “That’s pretty. I think Bugs Bunny said that at some point.” She muses.

 

            I chuckle. “He probably did. It’s a very well used poem. Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote it.” Her fingers creep over my leg and entangle with my own fingers. We sit in silence like this for long moments, just enjoying the nearness of each other. I listen to her heart beat and the rush of blood in her veins. Somehow her heartbeat and her blood is soothing, comforting to me.

 

            I pull the envelope out of my duster pocket and hold it out to her. “Happy Valentines Day.” I hope she likes it. I thought a long time what to get her. I can’t send her roses. Angelus sent her roses for Valentines Day last year. I could have gone for teddy bears and chocolates but I wanted something that meant so much more then that, something worthy of my love for her.

 

            She opens the envelope and tears come to her eyes. “Which one is it? Do you know?”

 

            I study the sky a moment and point toward the Northeast. “One of the ones up there in that cluster.”

 

            “Oh, Angel. I don’t even know what to say.” Tears make silent tracks down her cheeks, but she’s smiling.

 

            “I wanted something that would last as long as my love for you. Technically, that will burn out in a few hundred thousand years, but it was the closest I could get to forever.”

           

            She is still gazing up at the cluster of stars. I place my hand on the back of her neck and draw her closer. My lips brush hers whisper soft. My entire body comes alive with that simple contact. My stomach curls and tightens with need. I hear her heart beat quicken. She tangles her little fingers in my hair, pulling me into her, demanding more, wanting more. I pull away before it all becomes too much. She makes a little whine of disappointment and longing.

 

            “I’m sorry,” I say.

 

            She shakes her head. “I’m not. It’s better to have a little of you then none you. It hurts that we have to stop before either of us want to but it kills me when I can’t see you or touch you at all.” She wraps my arm around her and snuggles in close to me. She lays one hand over my chest, where my heart once beat. I look up into the sky again. No matter what happens she has one representation of my love for her that will never go away, never get lost and never fade. We stay there watching her star until the sky lightens with the coming dawn.