Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of BTVS. I just play
with their lives. They belong to Joss Whedon and Co.
Leather and Lace
by A. Price
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Buffy Harris could not sleep. Xander was out of town, the kids were
at her Moms for the night. She decided to go through her closet. She thought
she could donate some clothes to charity. She began throwing clothes in a
box.
Angel was watching Buffy through the window. He did that sometimes, just
to make sure that she was okay, and he knew Xander was out of town. She
seemed to be cleaning out a closet.
Buffy got to the back of the closet, there it hung. It was a leather jacket
the jacket that Angel had given her so long ago. It was a lifetime ago, that
he had slipped the jacket around her shoulders, thinking she was cold.
Buffy looked at the jacket and threw it in the box. Angel watched her he
immediately knew it was his jacket. For some reason it hurt that she was
putting it in that box. He kept watching her depressed now.
Buffy looked at the jacket, she remembered the last time she had worn it
to Angels apartment, it was after his soul had been restored. Before he had
decided to leave town for "her sake". Her mind drifted back to that day.
She had let herself into the apartment. She had taken off the little lace
dress she was wearing and put the jacket on,only the jacket on. She had
lay on the bed waiting for Angel to return.
Angel had laughed out of surprise when he had seen her.
"Why are you here?" he asked a barely suppressed laugh in his voice.
Angel was at this time remembering the same moment.
She had laughed innocently and said "Why kind sir I am returning your
jacket." He had smiled and took her in his arms.
Buffy thought "We were so much in love. Bad Buffy, you aren't supposed to
think of that."
Angel was enjoying his memory of Buffy that night. At the end of the night
she had put on the little lace dress, it had looked funny in contrast with
the too big leather jacket. Angel knew the jacket was no longer his, no
matter how many times she returned it, it always went home with her again.
Angel smiled to himself thinking how much that one small act of holding on
to something that belonged to him, had meant so much to him. "And now shes
getting rid of it." He thought sadly.
Buffy picked the jacket up one more time off the pile of clothes, she held
it softly to her cheek for a moment. "Its not bad to treasure memories, I
do love my husband, but I can hold on to this piece of my past without
hurting anyone." She thought to herself as she hung the jacket back on its
hanger and stuck it back in the closet.
Angel watched Buffy pick up the jacket. He saw her put it to her cheek, and
then hang it back in the closet. He dissappeared into the dark night with
a smile on his face.
The End
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