He wasn't alone.

It was the first time, in a long time. So long, he couldn't even bring himself to count. What was more disturbing, though, had to be the very solid, very male body he happened to be pressed against, warm and very much human, and the fact that the body -- the smell of it and the warm, solid hand resting at the small of his back ( Read more... )

Like so many others, Buffy tends to default on the rec room when there is nothing else to do, which, on Tabula Rasa, is far more often than not. Such is the case tonight, when she ducks in from the hallway and gives the room a quick once-over. Even in the corner, huddled between the shadows like that, Angel is unmistakable. Buffy edges out of the ( Read more... )

( I am standing on the mouth of hell and it is going to swallow me whole. And it'll choke on me. )