Title: Twilight Held Us in Her Palm
Rating: PG
Summary: This helps. Being back in his arms. Leaning against something solid and trusting it to hold you up, make you strong.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayre. I don’t even look like Joss Whedon.
Author's Note: Set during 'Forever'. It has been quite some time since I have written not only Buffy fic, but Buffy/Angel fic. However, my love is strong and unyeilding and I hope that I still have the hang of this.



Needy doesn’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling. You’re feeling lost. Terrified. Real life – the one outside of vampires and demons and apocalypses – is rapidly gaining on you and all you want to do is slow everything down long enough for you to catch up.

This helps. Being back in his arms. Leaning against something solid and trusting it to hold you up, make you strong. And when that something is Angel, when he’s back in your life, even under the circumstances, it’s hard to imagine ever letting him go.

When you say you want him to stay forever, you mean it. When you kiss him, you never want to stop. When you kiss him, you want to stay like this forever. And ever and ever. You want to die kissing him, just like you did back in the old days. When you were young and innocent and so in love you could barely see straight.

Some things, they never change. Kissing him is one of those things. You still want him more than anything, especially when you know you can’t have him. He pulls away and breaks the connection because he’s stronger than you. Because he has to stay that way. Because his head is above water and you can’t even see the surface anymore.

It’s when he agrees to stay until the last possible second, when you lean back in his arms and close your eyes that you realize you haven’t stopped loving him for a single second that you’ve been apart. It’s when you realize that you never will.