Couples

By Colleen Hillerup

 

 

“I think you should tell her.  It’s the right thing to do.”  Cordelia traced Angel’s jawline with her fingertips.  “You should go to Sunnydale.”

 

He caught her fingers in his hand and kissed them.  “I know you don’t want to hurt her, but it was over years ago.  She won’t care.”  He knelt behind her.

 

“I care.  I don’t her to find out from anyone but you.  Umm…” She twisted her body as his strong fingers worked the muscles in her naked shoulders.  “You are trying to distract me.”  She frowned as the fingers stopped.  “Okay, distract me.”

 

He smiled as he started massaging farther down her back.  “I’ll go if you come with me.”

 

“What about Connor?” she moaned.

 

“We could take him with us.  Oh.”  She had turned towards him and was kissing his chest.  “Or Fred could watch him for one day.  They’d all protect him.”

 

“You’d let him out of your sight for five minutes?”  Her eyes widened as he pushed her back on the bed.  “Okay.”  She wrapped her arms around him and decided they could discuss it later.

 

 

It was late and dark when the convertible pulled up in front of the house on Revello Drive.  “We should have called first,” he said.  “They’re probably all asleep.” He smiled.  “Or maybe they’re all out.”

 

“Just walk up to the front door and knock, you big chicken,” replied Cordy, pushing him out of the car.

 

“I’m still not sure what to tell her.”

 

“Just break it to her gently.”  She leaned back in the seat.  “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

 

“Geez,” he said, leaning over to kiss her, “I was going to yell ‘I’m in love with Cordy’ and run back to the car.”

 

 

He hated to wake her, but he had to get back to LA before daybreak.  The house was dark, but he could hear sounds of struggle inside.  Concerned, he turned the knob.  The front door was unlocked.  Something was going on in the living room.  “Buffy,” he called, as he flicked on the light switch.  He stopped.  Dead.  Stared in shocked surprise.

 

“Yunno, Angelus, ya could have knocked,” said Spike, sprawled naked on the living room carpet.

 

 Buffy was trying to cover herself with a comforter from the couch.  “Angel,” she shrieked, “What the hell are you doing here?”

 

Angel tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t form.  The world had gone insane.

 

A concerned Cordelia burst through the door.  “Is everything okay, darling?  The lights went on so quickly…” She looked at the couple on the carpet.  “Oh, my God…”

 

“Did she just call you darling?”  Buffy asked.

 

“Could you share a corner of that comforter, love?” Spike pulled on the Afghan and covered his lower body, drawing closer to Buffy as he did so.  “Hate being ogled.”

 

“What, what…” Angel tried to articulate.

 

“Buffy,” cried Cordelia, “You cut your hair.  It’s adorable.”

 

 

Clothes restored, the quartet sat in the Summers’ living room.  “I didn’t expect you to find out that way.  We were meaning to tell you,” Buffy said.  “Someday.”  She poured Cordelia a cup of coffee.  “We’ve been going through a lot of changes.  Things have been a bit hairy.  I think we’re through it, now.”

 

Spike put his arm around Buffy’s shoulder, as she leaned back on the couch.  “So what was so bloody important that you had to come callin’ in the middle of the night, then?” he asked.

 

“Well, we wanted to tell you,” he took Cordy’s hand, “We’ve been working together for awhile, and things have developed, I mean, we…”

 

“Angel asked me to marry him,” Cordy said, showing her left hand to Buffy, “I said yes.  We are so in love.”

 

“Ah, honey, is that what you mean by gentle?” Angel asked.

 

Cordy shrugged, and gestured to Buffy and Spike.  “Didn’t think it was an issue anymore.”

 

“Isn’t there the problem of that pesky curse?” Spike queried.

 

“Uh, yeah, see...that’s the funny thing.”  Angel took a deep, physically unnecessary breath. “There is no curse.  Hasn’t been since I got my soul back. Weird, huh?”

 

“Let me get this straight.”  Buffy sat up and templed her fingers together.  “You left me because of that curse, and you didn’t even have it?”

 

“Don’t hit him, Buffy,” said Spike.  “Let me.”

 

“No,” she said, “It’s fine.  Be happy Angel.  I’m glad you left.  Glad you put me through hell.  Left me with Riley, who put me through hell.”  She snuggled next to Spike.  “You made me start to grow up.  That was hell too.  Ask Spike.”

 

“It was hell,” he concurred.  “But it was worth it.”  He wrapped his arms around his lover.  “Cause I’ve got a little piece a’ heaven now.”

 

 

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