Rating: PG?
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Note: Second Story in THE STRENGTH OF OUR LOVE Series
Disclaimer: Angel and Buffy don't belong to me. The thoughts
do, but not the characters. I want them because then I'd do nothing but allow
them happiness
Rating: PG?
Distribution: If I gave you permission for the first one, go ahead! If not, ask
first!
Note: Second Story in THE STRENGTH OF OUR LOVE Series
I can't believe it. In all of my two hundred years, I would have never thought that I would find someone like Buffy. Even as she lays here in my arms in a peaceful slumber, I still don't believe it. Everyday with her is like some magnificent fairy tale. I guess it could be compared to The Frog Prince. I once told Buffy that when she kisses me she doesn't wake up from and live happily ever after. It's true. Our world is dark and dangerous. But somehow, she brings light into my lonely existence. Buffy is the sunlight to my dark life.
She also more of a woman than I've ever know. She's beautiful with toned muscles, silky blonde hair, and perfect lips. Oh those lips. I could kiss them forever. Her kisses are like a fine wine. Every time I touch her lips with mine, I get drunk from the taste of her lips. And her smell, oh god her smell. She smells of spring and vanilla. Even after she works out, she smells exquisite. I can't get enough of her.
It's a wonder why she loves me. I never knew I could get this kind of love from someone. With all of the things I've done, I would never have expected someone to forgive me, much less love me. I was a monster who offered an ugly death to everyone I met. But Buffy, for some reason I'll never understand, let go of all that. She told me that I'm not a monster because the man that she feel in love with has a soul.
That night we made love was the most precious night of my life. For the time that I spent with her, I was able to let go of everything that I had done, and just be. It was the greatest feeling that I had ever had. That's what caused my moment of happiness. Buffy showed me so much trust and love that night, that I felt my soul lift. I actually felt it go, but I didn't know what was happening. I had no way of knowing.
When I returned, god, even then she forgave me. It's weird, I admit. I offer her hell as my reign as Angelus, and the only thing she does when I return is hold me. That action right there could have made me lose my soul again, but I was too washed up in my guilt. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't accepted me. I know I would have died. If she told me to go back to Hell, I would have. Being on earth without Buffy loving me is Hell.
Whistler told us two years. Two years having her, but not having her is almost torture. With her right her in my arms, the temptation is almost too much. Almost. Two years seems like forever. But then again, that's all I ever wanted with Buffy. Forever. I like it. It has a nice ring to it. Together forever.
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