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My eyebrows raise at his words. Unbelievable? And this coming from someone who’s over two hundred. I’m sure he’s had better….errr…sex. And damn if that blush isn’t creeping up my neck again. Luckily it’s very hot in this shower and I can blame it. I cannot, however, blame the shy smile I give him. What the hell is it about him that makes me revert back into the man I once was. I can shoot Knox, shoot some chap in the knees without blinking. But Angel only has to look at me a certain way and I’m falling all over myself. And my words.
My smile turns a little more certain when he kisses the palm of my hand. When he lets go, I slide it back into his hair while the other stays circled around his waist. Just holding him, pulling him near for as long as I can. I’m already getting lost in his touches again, the scent of both of us in the small bathroom. His mouth on my shoulder, lips kissing. And the utterance of very, very stupid words.
What? He’s not good? What?!
“What?” I pull back and give him a confused look for a moment before my hand thumps his shoulder hard enough to bruise. Well, it would if he weren’t a vampire and I a mere human. “What are you talking about Angel? Are you daft? You wanker! You *are* good. You’re the bloody champion! You’ve always been good to me.” And how amusing that it’s times like these we humans conveniently forget all the times the other wasn’t good. When he tried to kill me with a pillow. And I’m standing there, naked under a hot steaming shower, holding him tightly as though afraid he’d run away, from me, from my words, as I give him my best glare.
“Don’t you *dare* put down what you’ve done for the world, Angel. What you’ve done to safe all those people. *You* are good. Which is something *I* know.” And nothing can convince me otherwise. Angel is good. Now Angelus on the other hand, he’s far from good. I know Angel is…only human, so to speak. I know he has his mistakes. But right now I’m in some sort of pink haze and quite willing to overlook that. Because when push comes to shove, he *is* good. And I’m not, never will be. “You’re a good man…pire,”
My eyebrows raise at his words. Unbelievable? And this coming from someone who’s over two hundred. I’m sure he’s had better….errr…sex. And damn if that blush isn’t creeping up my neck again. Luckily it’s very hot in this shower and I can blame it. I cannot, however, blame the shy smile I give him. What the hell is it about him that makes me revert back into the man I once was. I can shoot Knox, shoot some chap in the knees without blinking. But Angel only has to look at me a certain way and I’m falling all over myself. And my words.
My smile turns a little more certain when he kisses the palm of my hand. When he lets go, I slide it back into his hair while the other stays circled around his waist. Just holding him, pulling him near for as long as I can. I’m already getting lost in his touches again, the scent of both of us in the small bathroom. His mouth on my shoulder, lips kissing. And the utterance of very, very stupid words.
What? He’s not good? What?!
“What?” I pull back and give him a confused look for a moment before my hand thumps his shoulder hard enough to bruise. Well, it would if he weren’t a vampire and I a mere human. “What are you talking about Angel? Are you daft? You wanker! You *are* good. You’re the bloody champion! You’ve always been good to me.” And how amusing that it’s times like these we humans conveniently forget all the times the other wasn’t good. When he tried to kill me with a pillow. And I’m standing there, naked under a hot steaming shower, holding him tightly as though afraid he’d run away, from me, from my words, as I give him my best glare.
“Don’t you *dare* put down what you’ve done for the world, Angel. What you’ve done to safe all those people. *You* are good. Which is something *I* know.” And nothing can convince me otherwise. Angel is good. Now Angelus on the other hand, he’s far from good. I know Angel is…only human, so to speak. I know he has his mistakes. But right now I’m in some sort of pink haze and quite willing to overlook that. Because when push comes to shove, he *is* good. And I’m not, never will be. “You’re a good man…pire,”