Then he returned to the zipper and pulled it down—down so slowly—down so that the only sound either of them heard was the teeth separating, opening like a black maw, like rotten lips of skin peeling back to reveal a narrow strip of new, fresh skin, untouched and golden. He pulled the zip all the way down to the very end, the lowest dip of her lower back. Then he let go, and stepped back a little. He hadn’t once touched her skin.

*whimper* This is so...*speechless*

The tension is building, and I am loving Buffy coming to the realisation that there is more to Angel and more to her life than just slaying.


Fantastic!
*glued to your LJ for more*

Hugs