Angel (noirangel) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2015-02-14 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2015 february, ~25 points, ~~angel (noirangel), ~~buffy summers (theslayer) |
Who: Angel and Buffy Summers
What: Real Talk on Valentine's Day
Where: Buffy's Place
When: Saturday
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/On-going
Angel was never really sure why he was always surprised by how at peace he felt after spending an extended period of time with Buffy Summers. But it always did surprise him.
Maybe it was because he spent so much of his time convincing himself that it was important for him to regulate a distance between them. That she was still too young, still too far behind, still too...good for him, really, and that as much as he wanted, they couldn't be a normal couple the way she deserved. So...it was up to him to make sure they could make do in other ways. Working together. Training together. With the brief and occasional allowance of indulgence.
Maybe.
It could just be that it was still so rare for them, despite the circumstances in town, to just relax. They'd both seen each other a lot less lately. She had been busier with guarding Jill. He was trying to get back into routine, into the swing of how things had been before he'd gone home, which meant his focus was anywhere but on them. At least — it was trying to be. His talk with Spike a week earlier had put him into knots about everything he was doing — or not doing — about Connor. Whether it was fair for him to bring up his son...ever...when people, Buffy included, had all of those potential future children to think about or when, in the case of Buffy, he would apparently never tell her future self about the most important thing in his life.
Whatever the case, he'd been sleepily content to wake up in the very early hours on Saturday morning with a small, blonde, and warm body nestled against him. So much so, in fact, that he had no qualms about staying in bed with her, musing on idle thoughts. They were clothed -- it had been a quiet and calm night -- but the enticing aroma that always seemed to emanate from her was the kind of thing he was okay with getting lost in, so he moved in even closer, nuzzling his nose into her hair and enjoying her nearness before he started to dose off again.
He was a vampire who technically didn't require sleep. Who often went days without it, and did so without much problem. The relaxation he got with her was like nothing he'd ever experienced before and it took his tired body and gave it permission to rest.
That probably accounted for the peace, then.