An Unexpected Meeting
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maevebranTitle: An Unexpected Meeting
Author: Maeve Bran
Raiting: R for sexual situations.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theantijoss in the Fluff-a-thon. Ducks wanted Buffy/Angel witha bottle of Scotch, a puppy, and a New York Museum. (sorry, I couldn't work in the puppy with out it being to cheesey.)This is set post "Chosen" and post "Not Fade Away" so eveything is fair game.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. I'm just taking some chchters out for a little fun.
Word Count: 1393
Buffy looked around the Egyptian Art display at the New York Museum of Art scanning for a familiar face. She wasn't sure who she was meeting as the message Dawn took down only said, "Buff- meet at NYMA Egypt exhibit. 6pm Thur." So apparently there was someone Dawn approved of who wanted to meet her here, so here Buffy was. She ran down the list. Dawn wouldn't need to leave that kind of note. Giles, Andrew and Xander would just call her cell phone and talk to her in person. Willow would just drop by the house. So it has to be someone who got out before the collapse.
Just before she started trying to figure out who it might be, she caught sight of a familiar wool overcoat swirling around a man as he rounded the corner of the standing tomb in the center of the exhibit. It couldn't be, she thought. Didn't he die a few months ago in LA? But even as she was thinking this the man came into view. It was Angel.
Angel spied Buffy a few seconds before she spotted him, so he was able to watch her face. The emotions played so quickly- disbelief, wonder, and finally joy- that Angel almost missed them. He walked up to her.
"Hello, Buffy," Angel said softly, his voice thick with emotion.
"Angel." was all that Buffy managed to say before she threw her arms around him in a desperate hug. "I thought you were dead."
"The rumors of my dusting have been greatly exaggerated," Angel answered as Buffy released him. “I’ll tell you about it if you want to go some place to grab a bite to eat."
"Sure." Buffy quickly agreed as she casually looped her arm through his. "Why did we meet here?"
"I wasn't sure how you'd react and thought it best to meet some place public that would still have crowds of people after dark." Angel reasoned.
"Oh so you're still . . ." Buffy started but didn't want to finish in so public a place.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Angel asked.
"I thought I remembered Willow saying something about a prophecy that would cure that," Buffy explained.
"Shanshu. Yeah there was a prophecy but in order to take down the Senior Partners I had to sign it away,' Angel answered matter of factually.
"Oh." was all Buffy could say. "So where to?"
"I know this great little spot where no one will ask questions, that is if you will brave my place," Angel said unsure of what Buffy might think.
"I'll brave it. Lead the way," Buffy quickly agreed.
Angel lead her through the early November snow to his apartment some ten blocks away.
"When I took over Wolfram and Hart in LA and then took down the Senior Partners, much of the firm's assets became mine. I sold off much of it and found ways to make reparations to the survivors of Sunnydale. I did however keep this apartment, one in LA and one in London." Angel said as he showed her into the spacious pent house apartment.
Buffy took in the size and number of windows and asked, “Do you have a death wish?"
"No. Why?" he puzzled.
"Look at all the windows. How do you avoid the sunlight?" Buffy queried.
"I don't. It's necrotempered glass. I got a taste for the sunlight living with the ability to sit in a sunny office this last year, so when the property came into my possession I wasn't about to let it be sold to some other vampire." Angel chuckled at the thought, " Truth be told if I had sold it I would have had to stake the buyer and that would end the prospect of getting any money for the place.:
Buffy joined in the laugh. "What else could you do but keep it."
Buffy's tummy chose that moment to remind her, audibly, that it had been hours since she had last eaten.
"I have a pot of Irish stew simmering in the kitchen and a couple loaves of soda bread warming in the oven, if you come this way," Angel said as he lead her into the warm and bright kitchen.
"Wow that smells great but it looks like you made enough to feed a small army," Buffy mock complained.
"Or a couple really hungry Slayers." Angel returned.
"Are you expecting more company?" Buffy quickly asked.
"No. But I thought you might like to take the leftovers home. It is really easy to reheat and I know how busy you must be. Dawn mentioned you work as a guidance counselor at the Slayer school." Angel said as he dished up the food and set the table. He grabbed a bottle of wine and poured two glasses and set his beside the opaque coffee mug containing his evening meal of pig's blood.
"I don't think I've seen you healthy and drinking blood." Buffy stated.
'I'm sorry. If it bothers you, I can wait till later to drink it." Angel said as he moved to put it away.
"No don't. It doesn't bother me but I remember a time when it did you, is all." Buffy explained.
"Well over the last five years, the humans in my life made me see it was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact there were times that if I didn't drink in front of them I'd have starved and lost some of my higher brain functions." Angel answered. He held Buffy's chair for her and scooted it in after she was seated before taking his own seat.
Dinner was a pleasant affair, as they caught up on what had actually been happening in the last year and a half since the collapse of Sunnydale. They didn't discuss their individual fights against the darkness. Instead they talked of the various social lives of the people they knew. Angel almost had Buffy rolling on the floor with laughter when he told her about being turned in to a puppet. Buffy in turn told funny stories of her and Dawn trying to fit in in Italy.
A couple hours latter, Angel ushered her into the living room where he lit a fire in the fire place. He brought out a bottle of scotch and poured two rather sizable glasses. He handed one to Buffy, who had settled on the floor, in front of the fire, with some cushions. Angel set his glass down and took his place beside her. They each quietly sipped the scotch, just enjoying being with the other. After awhile Buffy's head came to rest on Angel's shoulder. Buffy sighed.
"What was that for?" Angel asked concerned.
"It was a sigh of contentment. We never had a chance to just be with each other. There was always some fight that only I could fight just around the corner and made everything desperate." Buffy replied.
"I know." Angel said as he lean down to kiss her forehead but Buffy turned her head and his lips met hers. Before he could move away Buffy responded and deepened the kiss. Soon their arms were wrapped around each other and tongues were entwining. Buffy moaned softly when Angel pulled back a little.
"Buffy, we have to talk," Angel tried to reason.
"Don't wanna talk," Buffy whispered as she brought her lips to almost touch his. "But you're right." Buffy pulled back but kept her head on his shoulder.
"I'm still cursed," Angel started.
"Angel, I don't care. I think so much has happened since the day you lost your soul I doubt either one of us could be perfectly happy ever again. I am how ever willing to settle for a moment of pretty good happiness," Buffy said playfully.
"Just as long as you're sure," Angel said.
"I am sure," Buffy said as she stretched up to kiss him again.
Neither could speak for a time after that. Their mouths had better things to do. Their hands explored territory that had momentarily been familiar but then almost forgotten. When hands were no longer enough, clothes started flying and eyes and lips joined in the exploration.
Sometime latter, Buffy was laying on Angel and tracing patterns on his chest as fire light flickered over their spent bodies. She smiled happily that her meeting had turned out better than she expected.
Author: Maeve Bran
Raiting: R for sexual situations.
Notes: Written for
theantijoss in the Fluff-a-thon. Ducks wanted Buffy/Angel witha bottle of Scotch, a puppy, and a New York Museum. (sorry, I couldn't work in the puppy with out it being to cheesey.)This is set post "Chosen" and post "Not Fade Away" so eveything is fair game.Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. I'm just taking some chchters out for a little fun.
Word Count: 1393
Buffy looked around the Egyptian Art display at the New York Museum of Art scanning for a familiar face. She wasn't sure who she was meeting as the message Dawn took down only said, "Buff- meet at NYMA Egypt exhibit. 6pm Thur." So apparently there was someone Dawn approved of who wanted to meet her here, so here Buffy was. She ran down the list. Dawn wouldn't need to leave that kind of note. Giles, Andrew and Xander would just call her cell phone and talk to her in person. Willow would just drop by the house. So it has to be someone who got out before the collapse.
Just before she started trying to figure out who it might be, she caught sight of a familiar wool overcoat swirling around a man as he rounded the corner of the standing tomb in the center of the exhibit. It couldn't be, she thought. Didn't he die a few months ago in LA? But even as she was thinking this the man came into view. It was Angel.
Angel spied Buffy a few seconds before she spotted him, so he was able to watch her face. The emotions played so quickly- disbelief, wonder, and finally joy- that Angel almost missed them. He walked up to her.
"Hello, Buffy," Angel said softly, his voice thick with emotion.
"Angel." was all that Buffy managed to say before she threw her arms around him in a desperate hug. "I thought you were dead."
"The rumors of my dusting have been greatly exaggerated," Angel answered as Buffy released him. “I’ll tell you about it if you want to go some place to grab a bite to eat."
"Sure." Buffy quickly agreed as she casually looped her arm through his. "Why did we meet here?"
"I wasn't sure how you'd react and thought it best to meet some place public that would still have crowds of people after dark." Angel reasoned.
"Oh so you're still . . ." Buffy started but didn't want to finish in so public a place.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Angel asked.
"I thought I remembered Willow saying something about a prophecy that would cure that," Buffy explained.
"Shanshu. Yeah there was a prophecy but in order to take down the Senior Partners I had to sign it away,' Angel answered matter of factually.
"Oh." was all Buffy could say. "So where to?"
"I know this great little spot where no one will ask questions, that is if you will brave my place," Angel said unsure of what Buffy might think.
"I'll brave it. Lead the way," Buffy quickly agreed.
Angel lead her through the early November snow to his apartment some ten blocks away.
"When I took over Wolfram and Hart in LA and then took down the Senior Partners, much of the firm's assets became mine. I sold off much of it and found ways to make reparations to the survivors of Sunnydale. I did however keep this apartment, one in LA and one in London." Angel said as he showed her into the spacious pent house apartment.
Buffy took in the size and number of windows and asked, “Do you have a death wish?"
"No. Why?" he puzzled.
"Look at all the windows. How do you avoid the sunlight?" Buffy queried.
"I don't. It's necrotempered glass. I got a taste for the sunlight living with the ability to sit in a sunny office this last year, so when the property came into my possession I wasn't about to let it be sold to some other vampire." Angel chuckled at the thought, " Truth be told if I had sold it I would have had to stake the buyer and that would end the prospect of getting any money for the place.:
Buffy joined in the laugh. "What else could you do but keep it."
Buffy's tummy chose that moment to remind her, audibly, that it had been hours since she had last eaten.
"I have a pot of Irish stew simmering in the kitchen and a couple loaves of soda bread warming in the oven, if you come this way," Angel said as he lead her into the warm and bright kitchen.
"Wow that smells great but it looks like you made enough to feed a small army," Buffy mock complained.
"Or a couple really hungry Slayers." Angel returned.
"Are you expecting more company?" Buffy quickly asked.
"No. But I thought you might like to take the leftovers home. It is really easy to reheat and I know how busy you must be. Dawn mentioned you work as a guidance counselor at the Slayer school." Angel said as he dished up the food and set the table. He grabbed a bottle of wine and poured two glasses and set his beside the opaque coffee mug containing his evening meal of pig's blood.
"I don't think I've seen you healthy and drinking blood." Buffy stated.
'I'm sorry. If it bothers you, I can wait till later to drink it." Angel said as he moved to put it away.
"No don't. It doesn't bother me but I remember a time when it did you, is all." Buffy explained.
"Well over the last five years, the humans in my life made me see it was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact there were times that if I didn't drink in front of them I'd have starved and lost some of my higher brain functions." Angel answered. He held Buffy's chair for her and scooted it in after she was seated before taking his own seat.
Dinner was a pleasant affair, as they caught up on what had actually been happening in the last year and a half since the collapse of Sunnydale. They didn't discuss their individual fights against the darkness. Instead they talked of the various social lives of the people they knew. Angel almost had Buffy rolling on the floor with laughter when he told her about being turned in to a puppet. Buffy in turn told funny stories of her and Dawn trying to fit in in Italy.
A couple hours latter, Angel ushered her into the living room where he lit a fire in the fire place. He brought out a bottle of scotch and poured two rather sizable glasses. He handed one to Buffy, who had settled on the floor, in front of the fire, with some cushions. Angel set his glass down and took his place beside her. They each quietly sipped the scotch, just enjoying being with the other. After awhile Buffy's head came to rest on Angel's shoulder. Buffy sighed.
"What was that for?" Angel asked concerned.
"It was a sigh of contentment. We never had a chance to just be with each other. There was always some fight that only I could fight just around the corner and made everything desperate." Buffy replied.
"I know." Angel said as he lean down to kiss her forehead but Buffy turned her head and his lips met hers. Before he could move away Buffy responded and deepened the kiss. Soon their arms were wrapped around each other and tongues were entwining. Buffy moaned softly when Angel pulled back a little.
"Buffy, we have to talk," Angel tried to reason.
"Don't wanna talk," Buffy whispered as she brought her lips to almost touch his. "But you're right." Buffy pulled back but kept her head on his shoulder.
"I'm still cursed," Angel started.
"Angel, I don't care. I think so much has happened since the day you lost your soul I doubt either one of us could be perfectly happy ever again. I am how ever willing to settle for a moment of pretty good happiness," Buffy said playfully.
"Just as long as you're sure," Angel said.
"I am sure," Buffy said as she stretched up to kiss him again.
Neither could speak for a time after that. Their mouths had better things to do. Their hands explored territory that had momentarily been familiar but then almost forgotten. When hands were no longer enough, clothes started flying and eyes and lips joined in the exploration.
Sometime latter, Buffy was laying on Angel and tracing patterns on his chest as fire light flickered over their spent bodies. She smiled happily that her meeting had turned out better than she expected.
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Date: 2007-09-09 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-09 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-12 04:29 am (UTC)"The rumors of my dusting have been greatly exaggerated,"
Hee. Angel made a funny. And Irish Stew! I loved it. Thanks again! *hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-12 07:20 am (UTC)