Angel gazed with sadness and longing at Buffy, as she slept in her bed. Gently he brushed blonde strands of hair out of the Slayer's face. He became motionless, as Buffy stirred slightly, afraid he had awakened her. When she stilled again, he relaxed, and moved away.
In the distance, he heard cars approaching. Moments later, he glanced out the bedroom window to see two cars pull up to the house, one obviously following the other. Angel returned his attention to Buffy, as she stirred again, moving her hand to rub one side of her neck, brow furrowing with some unknown emotion. A faint sound escaped her. It sounded almost like a moan.
As Angel heard the door to the house open and close, as well as voices, Buffy woke completely. She sat up slowly, then turned to look at the souled vampire where he sat on the windowsill. She smiled faintly at the picture presented to her. He saw through her eyes what he looked like at that moment.
Dressed completely in black. One foot on the windowsill, while his left arm rested on his upraised knee. His face half-lit by the full moon, tracing the faint smile on his lips. Eyes shadowed, but lit with the essence that was his soul.
He watched as the Slayer slowly rose from the bed, and walked towards him. Once standing before him, she gently raised one warm hand, and placed it against his cool cheek. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, and leaned into the touch.
He felt her move closer to him, and gently brush her lips against his ear. She whispered, so softly that even though she was as close as she was, he could barely hear, "I never stopped loving you. Even after all this time, I still feel you when you are near...."
Angel felt as Buffy pressed herself tightly against him, as she then said, her voice becoming pain-filled, "Don't leave me again, Angel. I need you!"
He felt his heart breaking at her plea. Slowly he pressed his own hand over Buffy's, as he said quietly in promise, "I wont." He then opened his eyes, and turned Buffy's head so that they were face-to-face. "But we will need to do something about my curse, if you are to be with me."
Buffy smiled faintly, and nodded her understanding, before saying, "Willow's gotten pretty powerful, especially with Tara to help her. Maybe they can find a way to fix it."
Hope leapt into Angel's heart, a grin slowly transforming his face to an expression of joy. He could see by the look in Buffy's eyes that she was filled with wonder at seeing him like this. He couldn't blame her.
With gentleness, he placed his arms around Buffy, as she placed her head on his shoulder. Quietly, he said, "I'm glad you're Immortal, Buffy."
"So am I," she softly replied. "Especially since it means I can be with you...forever."
Just then, Giles knocked on the closed door to Buffy's room, saying, "Angel, could you and Buffy come downstairs? The Immortal that will train Buffy is here." After a pause, he then said, "Buffy, I know you're awake. I'll give you a few minutes to get dressed in appropriate clothing. I'll be downstairs with the others."