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Later on that night Angel was contemplating whether or not to tell Buffy about Darla appearing in his hotel room in New York. 'Why should I tell her? It's not as if she's thrilled about Darla. I just can't tell her.' He blew lightly in her ear to cause her to shiver all over her body. She made believe that the cool breeze against her ear wasn't distracting her sleeping at all. Angel knew perfectly well that he could keep on going until she woke up. Buffy stirred, turned around and looked at him.
"You weren't going to stop were you?"
"Who me? What did I do?" he said innocently. She hit him so playfully on his chest.
"You know perfectly well. You were blowing in my ear. It's very distracting. I wanted to sleep a little while longer."
"I'm sorry. I can't help it when I'm around you. You make me feel things that don't or can't be explained in one word." She was in such awe with his words. It touched her in the part of her heart that no other man has done for her. Even with Riley and their two years of marriage.
"Don't be sorry. Ever. I feel the same way about you too," she said smiling and then kissed him. Buffy's stomach grumbled and caused Angel to laugh between their lips.
"I guess someone's hungry."
"I'm not hungry. Besides looking at you makes all the hunger go away."
"Really, I doubt that. I think that stomach needs some food. I don't want you to feel weak later on when I plan on continuing our weekend by never leaving my apartment," he said wickedly.
"Why doctor you sure are concerned for my health being? Why is that? Do you have a special reason?"
"Actually, I do. I haven't seen my favorite patient in two weeks and I think she needs a little TLC. Coming from yours truly," he said raising his eyebrows and then lean forward to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.
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Sunday morning both lovers were in bed just feeling safe in the embrace of one another. Angel felt such love and comfort just being in the arms of the woman that he loves. He so wanted the battle of her divorce to be done and over with. The two weeks in New York has made him think a lot of things. The major one was what was going to happen to them after her divorce.
Buffy was awake and looked up at Angel. He was brooding about something. His forehead would scrunch and his brown eyes would appear darker than they were. She let her finger slid down his cheek to cause him to stir.
"Buffy, I thought you were asleep. Did I wake you?"
"No. I just woke up and noticed you were in "brood mode" what gives?"
"I was just thinking." Buffy didn't like his response at all. He seemed to be worried about something.
"I hope I'm the one that was occupying your thoughts," she said smiling.
"You're definitely always on my mind. So are we staying in bed today or do you want to get up?" Buffy leaned over him and noticed the clock read nine thirty a.m. She definitely wanted to sleep much longer.
"Sleep. I think we should sleep. Sleeping is good." Angel moved so he was on top of her.
"You sure you want to sleep? I mean I could think of other ways to occupy our time," he said whispering in her ear and kissing the column of her neck.
"Sleep? For some strange reason, I don't feel sleepy anymore," she said breathlessly. Angel smiled against her skin. He lifted his head up and looked at her.
"That's good to hear." He bent his head and kissed her lips while his arms grabbed the sheets and pulled it over their heads. She squealed in delight.
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