Missing
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By Dark Star A rosebud sized story. Rating: Suitable for all Disclaimer: Joss
Whedon's babies. I'm just helping them grow up. B/A * "Dammit!" Angel winced as the door
slammed hard behind the small and agitated blonde, and he watched her
restless stride across the room. "No luck,
then?" he asked mildly. "They still haven't
found it!" she glared angrily at him, as though it was his fault.
"They said they might have to compensate me for it. Lot of good that will
do!" "Did you tell them
you weren't happy?" The glare got icier.
"What do you think?" "I think," he
said softly, moving closer toward her, "That you're taking this too
hard." "You think?"
"It's just clothes,
Buffy. We can buy you some more." "I don't want
more," she sulked. "I wanted those…" She sighed as
Angel's comforting arms circled her. She knew she was being silly, but she so
wanted this, their first vacation together, to be perfect. And what happens?
The airline lost her new clothes on the very first day! "They were all
new," she informed him indignantly. "How am I going to have any fun
without my clothes?" His slow smile made her
breath catch. His fingers went to the buttons of her pretty white blouse and
carefully unfastened each one. His lips followed the path of the newly
exposed skin and he kissed a line all the way down to her navel. "I can think of a
couple of ways," he promised. End. Return to Fiction Index
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