Title Watching… Or Five
times Buffy and Angel
watched each other
A/N Written for <lj user=still_my_girl>.
Angel POV
I know that she’s watching
me; part slayer, part girl,
all sunshine… if that’s
possible. She doesn’t know
what I am, that I’m
pretending to sleep here on
the floor. She doesn’t know
that normally I sleep in the
daytime, and that while my
soul wants to protect her,
there’s a demon inside of me
that wants to torture her.
I lay as still as possible
and mimic breath and false
humanity. Breathe in.
Breathe out. Soon she’ll
fall asleep and I’ll allow
myself to watch her. The
sun always goes down
eventually. So for now, I
let her watch.
**
“You’re staring at me.” A
small grin graced Angel’s
lips.
“So? You do the same thing
to me. And besides, you’re
so stare-able.” Buffy
quipped, her fingertips
tracing his jaw line.
Angel chuckled lightly.
“And I’m distracting you
from patrol.” He still had
no idea what he was doing
here with Buffy. She made
him feel and his soul
selfishly couldn’t get
enough.
“I like this distraction.”
Buffy smiled and leaned in
to press her lips to his,
feeling the thrill inside of
her the same as she did
every time he returned a
kiss. “Just let me look at
you.”
**
Buffy POV
He’s back. I killed him and
somehow he’s back. Part of
me wants to rejoice and hold
onto him without ever having
to let go again. Another
part wants to run and hide.
And no matter how difficult
it was I know that he has
every right to hate me.
I’m not sure I could handle
his hate. Right now he’s
far too disoriented for me
to know exactly how things
will be. My fingers itch to
reach out and touch him, but
I won’t let myself yet. So
I wait… and watch with my
heart in the balance.
**
Buffy POV
Another apocalypse under my
belt. I should be excited
and in celebration mode.
Hey, I even blew up the
school, which was pretty
cool. But I’m watching and
living my worst nightmare
unfold before my eyes.
He’s leaving and he’s taking
more than half of me with
him. I want to run after
him, beg, plead, curse
hypothetical theories of me
having anything resembling a
normal life. Instead I
stand and watch him
disappear through the
smoke. The void inside
already stretches out like a
chasm and a cold numbness
takes over. I hate looking
at this side of Angel.
**
Post Series
Buffy entered her apartment
she shared with Angel,
finding him reading a book
on the couch. “Hey you.”
She plopped down into his
lap.
“Have a good day?” He
dropped the book, buried his
nose against her neck, and
drew an unneeded breath of
sunshine and promise.
“Mmmhmm. Now patrol time.
I just have to change.”
Angel tightened his hold
around her waist to hold her
in his lap. “It can wait a
few minutes, can’t it?”
“Yes, but why?”
He scraped his teeth over
her neck just light enough
to not break skin. “I want
to look at you.”
