Buffy stared up at the entrance to the Hyperion Hotel. Even from outside, she could feel him and he felt like all the best things in the world. Mr. Gordo, a good slay after a "break," Angel's lips brushing against hers, his hand seeking out hers… this was not going to help.
Think happy non-sexual thoughts, she thought, and don't think about how he makes your knees melt, or how you miss sleeping next to him, in his arms. She sighed. This is going nowhere. She took a moment to clear her mind using all the techniques she had been using in her training.
She could handle this.
Buffy looked up at the rather imposing hotel.
She couldn't handle this.
While she stood outside the open gates, one of the doors to the hotel opened. Buffy almost smiled at the look of surprise on Cordelia's face.
"You are here!"
"Hi Cordelia."
Cordy opened her mouth, shut it, then tried again. "He said you should come in."
As she reached the door, Cor put a hand on Buffy's shoulder. "Just so you know, since you didn't bother calling before you came, this isn't a good time. You might be able to pull him through the worst of this, but I swear on every Neiman Marcus every built that if you leave him in more pieces than he already is, I will make you suffer as badly as him."
Buffy was confused now than before she left. What was Angel going through? And what had happened to the spoiled brat she once knew as Cordelia Chase?
She entered into the hotel, marveling how her lov… ex could have come across something like this. He'd moved up for the little office building with the basement lair that previously housed Angel Investigations. Although, she mildly thought, it wasn't very different from the mansion back home. Her mind flashed to moments spent in that mansion as her heart tightened.
At that moment, Angel stepped into view. Her heart tightened even more. Then, she saw his face, felt the calm he always imbued her with, and fell into his waiting arms. It wasn't time to take noticed of his particularly haunted look, the fading marks of a not-so-past battle. These she took in as he took her into his arms.
***
"That's what my dreams have been saying, so I came here, hoping against hope…" Buffy's voice trailed off. Her eyes closed as Angel's fingers traced the line of her check, then the curve of her hip. She continued as he peppered her neck with kisses. "Of course, that hope's doing a lot better now.
They lay entwined in his bed. As his fingers started tracing the designs on her shirt, part of her was amazed by how he kept touching her, kept running his hands over her. She paused as she realized she was doing the same thing.
“I love you, Buffy. Nothing could change that, and nothing has."
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