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Never Will You Be Alone
Chapter Twenty One-Moving On
After Dawn made the phone call, Connor and she had gathered in their bedroom. His worried brown eyes followed her from his position on the bed as she paced the small area of carpet at the end of their bed.
"You're going to fall through the floor if you keep that up." Dawn smiled gently at the clever attempt at humor. For his benefit, she stopped in the middle. He opened his arms to her. Dawn crossed the floor and fell onto the bed, into his arms. The force of her body against his knocked him back into a laying position. He smiled lightly. Connor held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm just worried.." She mumbled into his chest. She could feel the rumble as he began to speak.
"I know, baby, I know," he whispered as his fingers ran through her hair. He frowned lightly as he caught sight of the uneven strands. Reality gripped him hard. 'She could have died...' Connor felt a small shock of annoyance flicker through him. Even when the Fang Gang gathered to talk of strategy and training times, Dawn hadn't told them just what she had went through. She had just sat on the floor near his legs nursing a coffee cup. "What happened up there?" He asked finally.
Dawn let out a small sigh and propped up on her elbow so that she could look at him while she spoke, "the Oracles were training me. First, they taught me how to become undetectable and how to enter dimensions without bleeding. Then, they taught me how essentially protect myself and those around me." A small blush graced her cheeks. Connor absentmindedly ran his thumb across the rosy skin. She smiled lightly before kissing his palm. As always, her touch sent shock waves through his body and ignited every inch of her body. "I kind of figured out how to manipulate objects to my will."
"Hm," Dawn tilted her head, "you'll have to show me that sometime.." He trailed off and pulled her toward him.
'No matter how much we kiss,' Dawn thought, 'it always feel like relief from drowning...' Soon, her thoughts grew muddled the more and more they kissed.
Never Will You Be Alone
He was growing tired of waiting. For five thousand years, he had heard "be patient." Reprah was ready now! The large demon sighed. His armies were growing impatient and restless. They would be fighting among one another soon. They needed release. They needed blood-hers. He could already feel her blood giving him power. Reprah suppressed a moan.
"Soon..." He promised his soliders as they fought among themselves. "Very soon."
Never Will You Be Alone
Angel attempted to ignore the sounds coming from upstairs as he turned to his friends again. Fred and Gunn were looking at him expectantly while Cordelia wore a look of amusement. The vampire shook his head slighlty as he realized that he still expected to see Wesley pouring over books in an effort to find out whatever was coming. He sighed. The rouge demon hunter was probably doing just that right now, but not in the hotel. At his own apartment on the other side of town.
"All of us," he looked over at Fred, "will go through training. Illyria may give you power," Angel said to Fred, "but you need to learn to fight as a human being. You've been using her abilities too much. There's still no telling if she'll get tired of being on call and not in control."
"When will we start?" Gunn asked, not liking the conversation of Illyria taking possession of his love's body.
"Tomorrow morning, bright and early. I'm going to teach all of you how to use a sword. Consider it your first lesson."
Never Will You Be Alone
Dawn curled up against Connor's chest and looked up at him. He smiled gently down at her. Briefly, she wondered what would have happened to him, how he would have turned out, if she hadn't stumbled upon his campsite in Quor'Toth. 'He would have made it back here, somehow.' Dawn knew. Her hand traced a small heart on the bare skin of his chest. 'But what would have happened after?' A small shiver of pleasure shot down her as his hand began running up and down her naked side. 'I'll think about that later...'
Never Will You Be Alone
Angel groaned and smacked his head against the coffee table. Cordelia's laughter made him lift his head and glare. She smiled and winked at him.
"Poor baby," she cooed. "I do not envy you right now." Cordelia stood and sat her coffee cup down on the table Angel was currently using as a head rest. She sat down next to him. "But I can kind of understand why they're going at it like bunnies." Angel groaned again. Cordelia supressed laughter. "Think about it. If you were in Connor's shoes..."
"I would react the same way.." If it were you... He thought about adding. A small sigh escaped him. No matter how much he cared for Cordelia, Buffy would always be there in the forefront of his mind. Her beautiful green eyes accusing him. Angel found himself staring at the ex-cheerleader all over again.
In the silence of his office, Cordelia had admitted that her visions weren't affecting her as badly as they were in the past since Dawn's arrival. They were bareable. The pain was almost microscopic.
Cordelia turned her head toward him and smiled. Her brown eyes danced happily in tune with her smile. Angel returned it. 'Sometimes, the lines between friendship and romance get blurred with us.' He thought. The first time Cordelia kissed him, he had pushed her away. Now, he wasn't so sure what he would do if she tried again. 'Moving on...'
"What?" Cordelia asked with a small tilt of her head. Her short blonde-brown hair fell with her head.
'Would be so easy...' He thought.
Chapter Twenty One-Moving On
After Dawn made the phone call, Connor and she had gathered in their bedroom. His worried brown eyes followed her from his position on the bed as she paced the small area of carpet at the end of their bed.
"You're going to fall through the floor if you keep that up." Dawn smiled gently at the clever attempt at humor. For his benefit, she stopped in the middle. He opened his arms to her. Dawn crossed the floor and fell onto the bed, into his arms. The force of her body against his knocked him back into a laying position. He smiled lightly. Connor held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm just worried.." She mumbled into his chest. She could feel the rumble as he began to speak.
"I know, baby, I know," he whispered as his fingers ran through her hair. He frowned lightly as he caught sight of the uneven strands. Reality gripped him hard. 'She could have died...' Connor felt a small shock of annoyance flicker through him. Even when the Fang Gang gathered to talk of strategy and training times, Dawn hadn't told them just what she had went through. She had just sat on the floor near his legs nursing a coffee cup. "What happened up there?" He asked finally.
Dawn let out a small sigh and propped up on her elbow so that she could look at him while she spoke, "the Oracles were training me. First, they taught me how to become undetectable and how to enter dimensions without bleeding. Then, they taught me how essentially protect myself and those around me." A small blush graced her cheeks. Connor absentmindedly ran his thumb across the rosy skin. She smiled lightly before kissing his palm. As always, her touch sent shock waves through his body and ignited every inch of her body. "I kind of figured out how to manipulate objects to my will."
"Hm," Dawn tilted her head, "you'll have to show me that sometime.." He trailed off and pulled her toward him.
'No matter how much we kiss,' Dawn thought, 'it always feel like relief from drowning...' Soon, her thoughts grew muddled the more and more they kissed.
Never Will You Be Alone
He was growing tired of waiting. For five thousand years, he had heard "be patient." Reprah was ready now! The large demon sighed. His armies were growing impatient and restless. They would be fighting among one another soon. They needed release. They needed blood-hers. He could already feel her blood giving him power. Reprah suppressed a moan.
"Soon..." He promised his soliders as they fought among themselves. "Very soon."
Never Will You Be Alone
Angel attempted to ignore the sounds coming from upstairs as he turned to his friends again. Fred and Gunn were looking at him expectantly while Cordelia wore a look of amusement. The vampire shook his head slighlty as he realized that he still expected to see Wesley pouring over books in an effort to find out whatever was coming. He sighed. The rouge demon hunter was probably doing just that right now, but not in the hotel. At his own apartment on the other side of town.
"All of us," he looked over at Fred, "will go through training. Illyria may give you power," Angel said to Fred, "but you need to learn to fight as a human being. You've been using her abilities too much. There's still no telling if she'll get tired of being on call and not in control."
"When will we start?" Gunn asked, not liking the conversation of Illyria taking possession of his love's body.
"Tomorrow morning, bright and early. I'm going to teach all of you how to use a sword. Consider it your first lesson."
Never Will You Be Alone
Dawn curled up against Connor's chest and looked up at him. He smiled gently down at her. Briefly, she wondered what would have happened to him, how he would have turned out, if she hadn't stumbled upon his campsite in Quor'Toth. 'He would have made it back here, somehow.' Dawn knew. Her hand traced a small heart on the bare skin of his chest. 'But what would have happened after?' A small shiver of pleasure shot down her as his hand began running up and down her naked side. 'I'll think about that later...'
Never Will You Be Alone
Angel groaned and smacked his head against the coffee table. Cordelia's laughter made him lift his head and glare. She smiled and winked at him.
"Poor baby," she cooed. "I do not envy you right now." Cordelia stood and sat her coffee cup down on the table Angel was currently using as a head rest. She sat down next to him. "But I can kind of understand why they're going at it like bunnies." Angel groaned again. Cordelia supressed laughter. "Think about it. If you were in Connor's shoes..."
"I would react the same way.." If it were you... He thought about adding. A small sigh escaped him. No matter how much he cared for Cordelia, Buffy would always be there in the forefront of his mind. Her beautiful green eyes accusing him. Angel found himself staring at the ex-cheerleader all over again.
In the silence of his office, Cordelia had admitted that her visions weren't affecting her as badly as they were in the past since Dawn's arrival. They were bareable. The pain was almost microscopic.
Cordelia turned her head toward him and smiled. Her brown eyes danced happily in tune with her smile. Angel returned it. 'Sometimes, the lines between friendship and romance get blurred with us.' He thought. The first time Cordelia kissed him, he had pushed her away. Now, he wasn't so sure what he would do if she tried again. 'Moving on...'
"What?" Cordelia asked with a small tilt of her head. Her short blonde-brown hair fell with her head.
'Would be so easy...' He thought.
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