Chapter Title: Crash Into Me Author: Chad E-mail: chad_m_@hotmail.com Rated: R Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is. Summary: After all the heartache and four years of marriage, Buffy and Angels relationship finally comes to and end when he cheats on her. B/A, B/S, and A/C. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Crash Into Me~ *Dave Matthews Band* //You've got your ball You've got your chain Tied to me tight Tie me up again Who's got their claws in you my friend Into your heart I'll beat again Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you// Stalker. That was the first thing that came to Angels mind as he watched his estranged wife and son sitting casually together on the sandy beach from the shade of a palm tree just a few yards away. The crystal blue waters of Hawaii was just a few feet away from the chatting pair, looking ideal and perfect for swimming. The sun radiated warmly down on the two of them, its bright rays playing off of their figures as Buffy showed Connor how to put on a snorkel. Yup, stalker was the right word to describe him at this point. After Buffy had picked up Connor to take him to the beach, it took Angel only five minutes to make a choice . . . and that was to follow her. Why? Did one really have to ask? Angel sighed. She looked so perfect . . . so golden. What had gone through his head (no pun intended) when he touched Cordelia? What the hell had he been thinking? He couldnt even remember himself. His memories of that point in his life seemed like a big blur. Nothing made sense. He remembered Cordelia, their nights and sometimes days together . . . he remembered wanting her, touching her and calling out her name, but it was all muddled . . . like it hadnt really been him. It was strange and confusing, yet he knew that he had control over himself and had really been there and done the things he had done. Yet . . . maybe his brain was just trying to suppress the fact that his moment of madness had cost him one of the most important person in his life. Angel quickly shook off his thoughts and silently watched on, holding his breath as Buffy stood up from the beach towel she had laid down on the sand, taking off her robe in the process. He swallowed noisily. Dressed in a pink bikini with gray designs, she looked young and gorgeous, her skin tanned, smooth, and unblemished. Her pert breasts pressed enticingly against the material of her top as she gracefully bent down to teach Connor how to breath through his snorkel. Angels eyes quickly fell to her ass, noting how the lower half of her bikini hugged her hips in the most enticing manner . . . and Angel wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her waist and take her on the sand with the sun beating on their writhing bodies. Angel groaned softly and he watched her face brighten into a smile as she watched her son struggle through his already fogging mask. He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. How could he have done something as stupid as cheat on her when she was all he had ever wanted, ever needed. What an ironic and mysterious twist. He had what he had always dreamed of and had lost it with one queer decision on his part. And now, he wanted her back with a passion . . . and she was miles beyond his reach. How did one mend a relationship after the trust had been broken? He wasnt sure. But he knew one thing, it wasnt going to be easy to repair what he had shattered . . . but that wasnt about to bring him down. He promised her forever . . . he wasnt going to let her down again. //You come crash into me And I come into you I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream// Man, check it out! a voice a few yards away from him practically screamed, slightly disturbing the quiet peace that enfolded the area. Angel quickly turned his head and saw a group of what looked to be like an assembly of college guys unpacking their jeep. Most probably tourists here on vacation or break from the looks of their pale bodies and the buffalo tattoos on two of the boys shoulders, stating that at least some of them went to the University of Colorado in Boulder. I love Hawaii, sang another male, lowering his sunglasses, Mmm. Yummy. Angel glowered at them, realizing that they werent checking out the beach but the skimpy clad form of his wife. Man, is that her kid? another asked in disbelief. Who cares? If she looks that good even with a kid, Ill stick her a good one, the next one chuckled, thrusting obscenely against the air as the others laughed along with him. None of them noticed Angels form that hid behind a shady palm tree, his expression getting colder and colder as the five boys unloaded their things, their lews comments drifting to his still-enhanced ears. How good it would feel to beat them all into a bloody pulp and bury them alive in the sand. Look at those legs. Those legs are for riding, one of them said as he pretended to ride a horse. For real, right? the next one laughed, slapping his friend against the shoulder jokingly, Those are the type of legs thatll make you pop like warm champagne . . . and make you beg for more. She doesnt look older than 23. Maybe its her little brother, one suggested. Shes got the curves of a mother. Shes given birth before, the cowboy rider commented with certainty, I say two . . . shes gotta have another one running around somewhere. How the hell do you know? Hes studying to be a physician, ass, duh hes gotta know this shit. Fuck off. Im gonna go over there, the first one said with confidence. Angel acted quickly and without another though, leaving his post and practically running over to Buffy and his sons side, who was now putting on his flippers with a bit of a trouble. Buffy looked up, her eyes landing on him through her lavender sunglasses. She lifted a brow in question and he shrugged towards the boy who had now stopped on his tracks with a defeated appearance on his young face. The boys friends began laughing. Buffy smirked and shook her head as Connor waved at him with a muffled greeting through his snorkel. He smiled at his child. Still after 9 years he couldnt believe how blessed he was to have him. Next to Buffy, he was the joy of his life. //Touch your lips just so I know In your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare boned and crazy for you When you come crash Into me, baby And I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream// I was wondering when you were gonna join us, Buffy said knowingly. Angel looked sheepish. You knew? She laughed. How could I not. This isnt an overly crowded beach, Angel, she shrugged, Plus, all your brooding was radiating in suffocating waves. Hey, Dad, are you gonna come with us? Connor asked pleadingly. Angel looked at Buffy in silent permission. He knew this was Connors time with his mother . . . and Angel was getting in the way of that. He had already reserved his own time with her this evening. But he wasnt about to pass up spending more time with the both of them. If Buffy said no, hed just sit there and wait for them . . . maybe brood a little more for his sake, but if she said yes then . . . Sure, Buffy shrugged, handing him an extra pair of flippers. He looked at her long and hard, but her expression was guarded and aloof. He knew she felt uncomfortable around him. Just the fact that she wouldnt meet his eyes said it all. He felt like a dick, and he had no idea what he should do or even say . . . yet all he could do was blame himself. He closed his eyes at the stinging pain that suddenly gutted him. Buffy, with her open and welcoming heart, was rejecting him. Maybe not purposely, but it had already been five years since they last saw each other, since they last talked . . . and during that time they were separated, issues that had never been resolved had intensified into this big predicament that threatened to destroy everything he was trying to do to get her back. How could he mend this? Definitely not simply by gifts and flowers or kisses and expensive dinners. He had start again from the beginning . . . all the way from the beginning. He had to give her some space. Crowding her will not fix the problem, itll only make it worse. Buffy, I dont have to go if you dont want me to, Angel said, almost choking over the words. She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise. He though she was about to agree, but she smiled hesitantly and shook her head. No, its fine. Whatever Connor wants, she said, looking at their child with a fond expression on her lovely face. You know how to snorkel right? she asked Angel curiously. Yeah . . . sorta, Angel lied, not wanting to be denied this time with her with the fact that he had never gone snorkeling before. //If I've gone overboard Then I'm begging you To forgive me In my haste When I'm holding you so, girl Close to me// The water was on the border of cool and warm as the three made their way down the water with Connor in between the two adults. The waves lapped gently against their bodies as they dove into the ocean with a splash. They slowly came up at the edge of the sand, the reef quickly coming into view. Connor swam ahead in his excitement, and they all watched as the tropical fishes swam across their vision in a flurry of bright and vivid colors. The young boy turned to look at his parents and smiled at them as best he could through his mask and pointed at the varieties of corals and sea life. Buffy mentally smiled herself as she watched her son study his surroundings with keen interest. So much like Austin and Hayden, so much like his brothers that it was almost frightening . . . until she recognized that they did have the same father. She turned and locked eyes with Angel as they swam on, reaching the deeper parts of the ocean, the beauty under the sea becoming more pronounced and beautiful. Buffy then felt Angel take her hand in his. She tried pulling away, his touch searing her skin with the familiarity of him, but he held on, lifting it to his cheek as his eyes pleaded for her to accept him . . . to accept this moment between the two of them. Buffy stared at him long and hard and finally consented, his gentle touch gradually calming her nerves. It was a significant occasion . . . because it turned their relationship around, bringing it to another level. Trust and deep affection was once again growing . . . not at a rate in which Angel would have liked, but it was budding none the less. And that was all he could think of as they swam on, hand in hand. Buffy knew it too as her heart softened towards him. She just wished her twins were there to complete the picture of a happy family. It tore her a little to be reminded of the fact that Angel still didnt know he had two more children, but Buffy couldnt worry about that now . . . there was plenty of time to figure it all out in the future. For now she was just basking in the completeness she felt with Angel by her side. //Oh and you come crash Into me, baby And I come into you Hike up your skirt a little more And show the world to me Hike up your skirt a little more And show your world to me In a boys dream . . . In a boys dream// Later that day, as the sun began drifting down the horizon, Angel smiled fondly as Connor and Buffy laughed over glasses of sweet lemonades and slices of watermelon. His brown orbs watched as the juices from the fruit trickled from Buffys lips down to her chin before dripping down to the valley in between her breasts. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fantasizing that he was tracing the red stream with his tongue. Opening his eyes, he met with Buffys gaze and realized she knew he had been watching and what he had been mentally imagining. He noticed her fight off a smile and couldnt help but grin in reply. Since their return from snorkeling earlier that day, they had sat around the sun like a family, laughing, talking, and teasing as though nothing else in the world mattered. Things were beginning to change between them, Angel realized, gradually . . . but surely. A sense of easiness had fallen between him and Buffy . . . a sense of camaraderie had grown, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it developed into something more. Especially if Angel had anything to do about it. So . . . tonight, he finally said, hoping and praying to God she hadnt changed her mind about their date. Tonight, she confirmed, and Angel felt like the happiest man on earth. //Oh I watch you there Through the window And I stare at you You wear nothing but you Wear it so well Tied up and twisted The way I'd like to be For you, for me, come crash Into me// Continue to Chapter 11: **Coming Soon* Back to Chapter 9: Out of this World Return to: Your Cheating Heart Main Page Return to: B/A Fics Return to: Index |
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