The Shower
Buffy woke suddenly, her heart pounding, sweat pouring of her body. Disorientated she glanced frantically about the room trying to get her bearings. She was in Angels old apartment, a place she had not revisited since that night, over a year ago now when Angel had lost his soul.
The memories came flooding back, she had sought refuge here after her last encounter with Angel. Following the Graduation/Ascension he had merely looked at her silently, not saying goodbye, before he had walked out of her life. She had needed to feel close to him. Her memories were not enough and, though the mansion held more recent memories,she had returned to the apartment where their love had begun in innocence, without the knowledge of the curse or the happiness clause.
As she clutched the red silk sheet to her she gradually realised that she was naked. Looking about for her clothes she noticed her beige vest top and brown and cream print leggings lying in a scrambled heap at the end of the bed. Funny she thought, she could not remember wearing those clothes last nights. Indeed these were the clothes from that fateful night, the night of her birthday. They should have been lying in a crumbled heap at the bottom of her wardrobe. Buffy could not bear to wear them again and yet she could not bear to part with them either. Her memories of the way Angel had removed them from her making the items a precious and bitter reminder of the things she could never have.
As she left behind her memories and returned to the present she became aware that something was not right, there was another presence within the apartment.A sound, as yet unidentified confirmed this. Quickly pulling on her clothes, Buffy hunted for a suitable weapon. Grabbing the bedside lamp she headed into the bathroom where the noise was coming from. The source of the noise quickly became apparent, the shower was running. Fury filled her at the thought of someone making use of Angel things, being in his shower. With a loud battle cry she pulled back the shower curtain, intent on decapitating the person who was invading his space and stopped short at the sight that filled her fantasies day and night. Angel, naked, wet, hair slicked back from the shower was standing there obviously enjoying the hot water.
"Buffy," he asked surprised, she dropped the lamp in astonishment. With a soft laugh he dragged her unprotesting and fully clothed body into the shower, and proceeded to kiss her in a way that satisfied them both. When her scrambled brain began to function again she questioned, "Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in LA? Did you come back to say goodbye?"
"Goodbye?" he echoed. "Buffy," he said affectionately, "what are you talking about? Why would I be going to LA when everything I want is right here. You’d better hurry sweetheart, aren’t you going to be late for school?"
"But schools finished, the graduation...." she trailed off confusedly, he was behaving most unAngel like.
"Last I checked you won’t graduate until your 18, which means you’ve got another year and then some to go, go on get going," he said giving her an affectionate swat on the arse, "Or Giles will get the thumbscrews out."
With that he resumed the important task of washing his gorgeous body
"Oh thank god, it was all a dream!"
The End