That was wonderful. I'm a bit tired and therefore not terrible eloquent, which is a shame because this really does deserve praise, and it deserves to be quoted etc. It moved me. I've never seen the B/A relationship written quite like that before, and then I think yeah, that makes perfect sense, how would they deal with being together day after day? How would all those little niggling things that never come up in great romantic sweeping stories about heros, start to bug them, start to break them down? Right from the first paragraphs where Buffy is watching Angel pulling on his trousers, and thinking about his new bulkier physique, you drew me in and kept me watching, caring. You made the mudane sad and resonant and meaningful because everything from Angel hovering, to them arguing about toothpaste, said so much about the people they are. God, your writing is so spare and poetic and just different. ::loves:: I have to admit that I'm glad it ended where it did -- with a little hope, a reminder of love and passion. Plus there should be more graveyard sex in the Buffyverse, you can never have enough muddy, grass-stained, post slayage graveyard sex.