[closed] something always brings me back to you ;;

[ex_stakes70]

Who: angel (slipperysoul) & buffy summers (stakes)
When: march 22nd ; after this thread.
Where: tbd.
Summary:
Warnings: possible mild language. probably angst.

[ She should've seen this part coming. She's been thinking about it since she first talked to him, getting here... And the more time passes, the more she thinks about it. He's Angel. And here isn't the same as home. No army to run, no underworld to police... No distance between them more than a reasonable distance between points within the same city. Only one reason why they shouldn't push or press to go too far, really. That pesky soul-losing-post-coital-bliss thing is an issue, but they can avoid the physical. Or, she thinks she can.

She has her personal cookie-dough reservations, but... Since when did those stop her when the opportunity was actually right in front of her? And now's one of those times. They've pretty much exhausted every possible topic, bad or good, between the two of them over the years, but... For some reason, this has her stomach in knots. She's nervous, like a schoolgirl all over again. But... He always did have that effect. Sunnydale was different, too. When he showed up with the Amulet? She wasn't ready.

She's still not, but she feels more ready, and they may not ever have this opportunity again. At home, or anywhere else. This is a chance. And it's a chance she's more than willing to take. Because he's Angel. It's always been Angel. So she makes er way to the part of town where he is, and she looks around as she approaches, heading into the shadows pretty much immediately. That's where he'll be until the sun goes down. ]

Angel? Please tell me I got the right area of town.

Comments

[slipperysoul]

[ Angel should have been expecting that. Something about staying one step ahead of everyone at all times just for his own sanity, but then Buffy is kissing him and it takes him one second longer to process than it takes him to react, because he's already kissing back before he realizes he's doing it. It's always just been so easy with Buffy, it's like a picture he's walked past a thousand times before but still wants to look at. Something he knows far too well.

Almost as fast as it started, it's over, and Angel nods against her hair, giving Buffy an encouraging nudge towards the sidewalk in front of them. ]

Walking is really good.

[ex_stakes70]

[ Kissing him is like electricity.

It's always been that way. Even in moments when it's not warranted, there's just a spark there that's completely undeniable. It's been there since they first began, it'll be there until they've both withered and died. Or, more accurately, she's withered and died. But she tries not to think about that anymore. And generally doesn't. Until moments like this and --

Thoughts. Derailing. They're supposed to be going on a walk. So walking they'll do. She falls into stride next to him easily. It's just as familiar as kissing him, and she has no trouble keeping up with his larger step. Tinier, but faster in general... It works. ]

Sun'll be down soon... Then you can actually be all out in the open and non-shade-ducking.

[slipperysoul]

[ Angel returns his hands to his pockets, face ducked and tipped slightly to the side to keep an eye on Buffy while they walk. Granted, he's sticking closer to the buildings to stay under awnings and the angle of shade stretched out along the sidewalk. But as the shadows grow longer, it means dark is ever encroaching and he won't have to be nearly as focused on trying to not catch on fire. ]

Which means we can go wherever you want to talk because walking isn't exactly conducive to the kind of conversation we need to have, but can you at least tell me one thing?

[ He doesn't look worried so much as... well, okay he looks kind of worried. But it's a concerned sort of curiosity, at least. ] What's the last thing you remember? How much do you know?

hello thinking i replied to this but actually hallucinating the entire experience.

[ex_stakes70]

We could always go back to my roo- [ Then she has second thoughts - ] --m or, y'know, some nice cozy privateish place without a bed? I dunno. Sitting-talking good. Post-walk sitting-talking.

[ Oh. Then there's that. She hasn't seen him in awhile, that's for sure. But she should've seen this question coming. She sighs, shrugging her shoulders slightly. It's no big deal, right? ] I was in New York with Willow. We flew over to -- I dunno, some big temporal-shifty-thingy. I was supposed to be there to help, or stop baddies or something. Didn't get that far. Wound up here instead.

jdk;sa i take all the tags, hallucinated or otherwise

[slipperysoul]

Sector four's got parks. They're sitting-talking good.

[ With a hand at her back -- barely there to keep from being pushy -- he leads the way down the streets headed towards the fourth sector as he listens. ] When'd Willow learn how to fly?

yay good because i hallucinate them a lot apparently jesus.

[ex_stakes70]

Then parks are places we should go... be in. For the sitting.

[ Following. Or, rather, walking with because he can't really have his hand at her back if she's -- you get the picture.

OH LOL BUFFY IS GOING TO JUST LOOK AT HIM AND LOL but then - ] Somewhere between Sunnydale and Scotland. But we took a plane. Dunno if she's ready to fly that far yet.