Memories of Love

Four
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As the pot stood waiting to be filled to the brim with hot water, next to it on the counter lay a sachet with Earl Grey. On the stove a kettle with water was being warmed next to a pan with milk. Giles was deep in thought as he slowly stirred the milk to heat it up without any skins.
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For two weeks now, the vampire had been living in his spare bedroom and he had to admit that it was nice having somebody around to lighten up his otherwise lonely days.
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They shared the same tastes in tea and whiskey and had long conversations about the importance of Plato on the Crusades in the Fifteenth Century. Although Michael could not remember having ever studied the phenomenon he did have a strong opinion about it.
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When they had been stuck one night researching Michael's predicament, he shared some of his general experience with what vampire life entailed and Giles had told him about his dislikes of some Council practices.
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The vampire actually remembered a whole lot more than just how to do the dishes. He was a reasonable cook who would prepare them English specialties that tasted very much like how his old nanny used the make them.
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After just three days they had settled into a rhythm that seemed to suit them both. Giles came home from training Buffy to find dinner already waiting on the table, before they would watch the evening news together and discuss the world events. After which they would spent sometime researching Michael's memory loss.
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Giles had been struck by something of a revelation last night. Maybe he could write a spell to determine whether or not Michael had a soul that was giving him all these guilty feelings.
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The kettle blew its warning whistle jolting Giles from his thoughts. A smile came to his face from the slightly insulting remark coming from the living room.
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"Hey, watcher! Don't ruin my tea with your Alzheimer!"
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The eyes on the newly risen vampire bulged out of his head just before he disintegrated into dust.
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"Nice slay," Buffy complimented Angel. He had let the vampire rush to him from behind only to duck, roll and slay in what seemed like one movement.
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Angel undusted himself as a ruse to look at the girl across from him up and down. He loved the pastel colours she was wearing lately. She looked all soft and curvy, she was like the sunshine with her blond hair. With her seventeenth birthday approaching and their no hands on rule, Angel felt like he could almost smell her hormones preparing her for him. Yet he knew how impossible that would be.
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Meanwhile, Buffy used Angel's undusting to check out the man across from her without him noticing. She followed his hands as they padded his torso and legs. She imagined it were her hands running up and down that muscled torso. She imagined feeling one of those strong legs between her own, feeling the cords of his leg muscles clenching and unclenching against her inner thighs. She imagined his strong long fingers running across her neck down her bosom past her abdomen over that spot on her hips that made her gasp when she touched it herself and through her coarse hair right above…
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Angel's shout was all the indication Buffy got before the vampire kicked her straight between her shoulder blades. She went down hard and face first.
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"Ouch!" came her muffled exclaim of pain from the dirt. The rush of air above her clued her in that Angel had jumped to her defence and when it was followed by the sound of an exploding vampire, it told her he had dealt with the problem. All in all it was only her ego that had been truly bruised. She got up on her knees before taking the hand that Angel offered her. He helped her get back to her feet.
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Angel ran his fingers over her face and collarbones checking to see if she had broken anything in her fall. Buffy closed her eyes, enjoying what had soon turned into caresses instead of searching touches.
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They both got out of their hormone induced stupor by Buffy's moan. To an onlooker it would have resembled something like two magnets, first they were drawn together and then they flew away from each other as if an unseen force field had been raised between them. Of course, they were the ones to raise it.
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"Ehm, right," Angel said while running a hand through his hair. "I think I better head on home. I think we covered enough territory for tonight. I want to get an early sleep because I want to pack for my trip tomorrow. I heard about a small uprising of Smortshing demons in Mexico, thought it would be a good idea to deal with them before they establish a bridge head towards the Hellmouth."
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Buffy looked disappointed. "Oh. How long do you think you will be gone?" She asked to an already retreating Angel.
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"Shouldn't be more than a week. I'll let you know when I get back."
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"Great!" she shouted back to him. Way to make them run out on ya, Buffy. Darn, I forgot to tell him about Michael, again. I wonder why that always happens? Guess I am just overwhelmed by the hotness that is Angel.