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Disclaimer: I own nothing, Btvs/Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and Co.
Author's Notes: Due to the great feedback I've been receiving, this will become a series.
Angel laid on his side, watching his lovers' chest rise and fall with each breath she took. His hand began stroking her stomach beneath the sheet that covered their bare bodies. Angel found it reassuring, he was now able to touch her in such an intimate way, and not be scared of what would happen later. He realized he made a stupid mistake, when he requested the oracles to change his state as a mortal. He thanked every possible God the oracles saw such passion and devotion in him, that he would sacrifice everything for the slayer. And realize "The Chosen Warrior" deserved a bit of happiness, after years of sacrifice; to deny his request, and present a more sufficient one.
A moan escaped her lips, and Buffy opened her eyes slowly. She felt a warm movement tenderly stroking her belly, and a smile crept upon her lips; she knew that movement only to belong to her lover.
"Morning...." Glancing at the clock. "Afternoon sleepyhead" Angel said, leaning over to kiss her temple.
With a groan, Buffy rolled onto her side, and into Angel's embrace. "Hi." Buffy laid her head upon his chest, listening to the sweet lullaby of his heart beating. "It's another day." She said sweetly.
"Yeah ... It is." Angel smiled
Wrapping her arms around his neck. "How does this one begin?" Buffy asked, staring into the pools of darkness in his eyes.
"Like this." He pulled her closer and caught her lips, tenderly, yet passionate. Angel's hand began to stroke the length of her body, until he felt a rumble.
Buffy pulled away giggling, it must have been contagious; Angel soon joined in the laughter.
"Why don't we get something to eat?" He murmured.
Buffy nodded in agreement, the lovers reluctantly pulled from each other, to get ready to go out for breakfast, or lunch; as long as it was food. 15 minutes later, Buffy and Angel were heading towards the elevator; his arm planted firmly around her waist. As they got upstairs, they walked toward the front door to leave; practically ignoring the looks on Doyle and Cordelia's faces. They were in their own world, where no existed but them, and the love they shared.
"Wasn't that a pretty picture?" Cordelia said sarcastically, as the door shut.
Angel and Buffy went to the local IHOP, and had a feast of pancakes, sandwiches, cheese omelets, and orange juice. Both were ravenous for substance, especially Angel. The love between them was evident throughout the whole restaurant, people stopped to look at the devotion these two young people shared.
When the meal was nearly finished, Buffy held Angel's hand in hers, caressing the back of it; while they drank juice to wash it down. She was pleasantly content, it was perfect between them, it was normal.
"So...." Angel broke the silence
"So..."
"I have a favor to ask you" Angel said shyly
"Anything"
"Move in with me?" He asked
Buffy smiled in disbelief. "Really?"
He nodded, smiling at the look of surprise on her face, he hoped he would always bring out that look in her face.
"How? I have no way to commute here and school."
"Don't worry about it now, just say 'yes' and I'll take care of everything." Angel said, looking her in the eyes, reassuring her.
"Yes," She replied, moving closer to steal a kiss, and Angel instantly responded.
They were going to make it work.