Buffy rolled over in the bed and snuggled closer to Angel, whose arms were still possessively wrapped around her waist. "Mmmm..." She was in peace. Resting with her, human, boyfriend whom she loved very much. Her soulmate.

Angel noticed her movement and stirred as well, pulling her chest to chest. With doing this he heard a gasp come from his beloved. Afraid that he had hurt her, considering her resent emergency room visit, and quickly loosened his grip and backed away a good few inches. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you alright?" He peered at the now awake and deprived-of-the-comfort-of-her-boyfriend Buffy.

"No...No...Its just that-" She shook her head groggily.

"Just what? What did I do?" He was panicking. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

"Your feet are cold." Her lips pouted slightly as she tried to pull him closer with her arms around his back as well. Angel sighed with relief and eased himself closer, back to his love.

"Sorry." He brushed her pouting lips lightly with his. They laid there for a few minutes in quiet, listening to the birds in the tree outside chirp and sing to one another. Some seemed to bicker with each other. Ranting on and on about something or someone.

"Do you think that they are fighting over a girlie bird?" She mumbled as they turned to watch the show out the window from their sanctuary.

"If they are, its well worth the fight." He kissed Buffy's tan shoulder and rested his forehead on it, taking a deep breath and savoring the feeling of Buffy in his arms.

Buffy closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of him being near her. Being wrapped in his arms and her legs being tangled with his own. It was a sense of completion that she hoped would never end. Prayed to the Powers That Be that she would be given the privilege of waking in the same bed as him for the rest of her life.

"Are you hungry?" Angel whispered as he drew his head back up. Turning again, in the circle of his arms, she nodded and peered at him with, what he thought, an adorable smile. "Okay. So what do you say we shower and go for breakfast?

They moved about in the room and started to grab items of clothing that they had planned to dress in once they emerged from their shower. Buffy noticed that some of her favorite shirts and pants were missing from her wardrobe and turned to Angel, who was searching through his large duffle bag. "Angel?"

"Hm?" He looked up for a second and returned to digging in his bag.

"Do you know what happened to my clothes? Some things seem to be missing." She approached him and stood near the bed where he was searching for things to wear himself.

"Umm....yeah! I put some things in the laundry before I picked you up. I needed a few things washed as well. I'll go get the basket."

"No, that's ok. I'll go. You just start your shower."

"Are you sure? I mean- "Your" shower. You mean you- Um. Nevermind. Okay. No, wait. I can go get it." He started to pull on a pair of sweats to cover his black silk boxers.

"No! That's ok. I got it." She quickly left the room in her sweats and tank top to the laundry room. As she descended the stairs she smirked to herself, replaying what he was stumbling on about the issue of him having a singular shower.

Once she returned Angel had already started to shower and was getting ready for the day. Buffy put the laundry down near the bed and made her way to the bathroom, stripping herself of her own clothing. The steam from the hot water had already begun to fog up the mirrors and window. His body looked translucent from the fogged up glass that blocked him from the outside. After completely stripping her clothes she opened the shower door. Angel was startled at first but Angel's expression widened with a smile as Buffy closed the door behind her and made her way closer to him. She kissed him. At the beginning it was a simple kiss, an everyday kiss, but it grew more passionate as did their mouths devoured each other. Her tongue caressed his and vise versa. The kiss slowly halted for the time being and Angel looked down at her. Admiring her features and just the present of her being. She stepped backwards and got her hair completely wet under the water. Angel couldn't stand it, she was making him crazy. He wrapped his arms around her waist with such swiftness that it even caught her off guard, The Slayer, and crushed her lips to his and allowed himself to roam her body and worship her as he pleased. Taking in every inch of her.

After they had dressed and prepared themselves for the new day Buffy and Angel made their way down stairs. Upon entering the living room they found Caela and Orin wrapped around each other in a peaceful sleep on the couch. Buffy and Angel only smiled to one another and Angel pulled Buffy against him, her back to his chest, and hugged her tightly, but gently so as not to hurt her.

"That's so sweet." Buffy whispered to Angel as she kissed his cheek.

"Reminds me of another couple." Angel huskily replied as he tilted her head back to his and pressed his lips to her briefly.

"Mmm...." Orin stirred and knuckled his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted to the light he looked to Buffy and Angel who stood by the couch. "Morning." He whispered.

"Morning." Angel and Buffy chorused softly since they noticed that Caela was still in her own dream land. Angel looked to Buffy for a minute, who leaned back to look at him in return. Turning back to look to Orin. "Hey," he exclaimed softly again. Once Orin's eyes met his again he continued. "We're going for breakfast in a few. Why don't you, GENTLY, wake up sleepy head here, " he nodded his head to Caela and smiled at the beautiful sight. It reminded him so much of Buffy when she slept. Almost oblivious to the, dangerous, world around her. "And we'll go when you two are ready." Orin nodded and smiled, still a sleepy and made his efforts into waking up the petite red head at his side.

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