Wrong:
Disclaimer: No one here is mine except for Alesha. Buffy, Angel & Co belong to Joss and friends.
Spoilers: Tiny bit of S3 BtVS and A-TS but this is my universe.
Rating: PG
Thanx: DB/SMG and everyone who begged me to write a sequel.
Author’s Notes: To understand what is going on you really need to read the first story in this series ‘WRONG’ which can be found at Land of Denial and The BAFFA ‘DESTINY CORRECTED’ takes up five months after ‘WRONG’ finished.
Part Three
ANGEL:
She entered further into the room and her jaw dropped. Set out in the lounge was a carpet picnic of dips, ribs, wings, salad, breadsticks and fruit. Champagne was chilling beside it.
"Did you have a nice day Baby?"
"Mmm, lovely. Looks like you’ve had a busy one."
"I’ve been occupied. Come and sit down while I pour you a drink. Champagne ok?"
"Fine."
I handed her the glass "Alesha is with your Mom so we’ve got the place to ourselves."
"All night?"
"ALL night..."
She was snuggled up next to me, her head pillowed on my chest.
"Angel?"
"Yes Buffy."
"Thank you for today."
"It was my pleasure but it’s not over yet."
"What d’you mean? You’ve given me enough."
I bent down and captured her lips in a kiss. "Shush. I have something to ask you."
She looked at me expectantly. I swallowed hard. I was so nervous.
"Ask me Angel."
"Buffy, you know how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I can’t imagine my life without you in it and I don’t want to try. And since we’ve been blessed with Alesha, let’s just say I’m more than happy. There is one thing missing though, one thing that will make everything complete. Buffy, will you marry me?"
I heard her gasp and then I was underneath her. She straddled me, pinning my arms above my head. I didn’t fight it as she began to plant little kisses along my jaw line, down my throat and across my neck towards my left ear. When she reached it I felt the caress of her warm breath as she whispered..
"Yes."
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