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Title:
Dreams

Author: Silvi

Email: SiHC@hHC@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: All the
characters you recognize belong to someone else, as usual.

Fandom: Ats

Category: Smut, glimpse, and a moment in time.

Characters/Pairing:
Angelus/Darla

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers:
None really, err I
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AN: Another ficlett I wrote while
waiting for my time on the computer, the one with access to the net. It�s
something that occurred to me while I was thinking � what can I write that is
not major angst. I wanted to take a pause to Choicr IIr II.

Acknowledgment:
a big THANK YOU to Mofetash for betaing this�

Feedback:
It�s really what
sustains us authors so that would be a yes please!

Dedication: To anyone who likes Angelus and his immortal mate (to those who
haven�t guessed it, that�s Darla folks!)

Summary:
Darla must come
through with her promise, and what does Aus ask for
the pay-up? Strangely enough nothing kinky to her rather big disappointment.

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Pouring
himself a cup of coffee, half listening to his seers ranting again, watching
her from the corner of his eye as she hovered over Wesley�s shoulders
explicitly pointing at something, Angel was still not so distracted that he
didn�t detect the man standing by the entr�es to the lobby, looking rather
unsure of himself.

Calmly
sipping, he replaced the kettle down in the coffeemaker. Turning around, he
approached the man and with a quick look over and a sniff he determined that
whatever he was there for it wasn�t of the �supernatural� cause. He didn�t
smell that kind of subtle smell those people usually had over themselves, Angel wouldn�t be utterly surprised if the man
actually had no notion whatsoever of what went bump in the night. Which increased his curiosity.

Obviously
the man was nervous and as his eyes caught sight of Angel the level increased.
Amused, Angel observed as the man wetted his lips and took a hesitant step
forward.

Before
Angel could say anything the surprisingly dark voice of the man could be heard.
n cln class=GramE>That made Cordelia stop in mid sentence, her face
brightening up like a Christmas tree when her eyes landed on the potential
client. She�s gonna be disappointed, Angel sing-sang in his mind.

And sure enough, as her eyes managed to catalogue everything visual
about him, her smile dimmed significantly. Ouch , subtle Cor�real
subtle.

�Are you Mr
Angel?�

Shaking
himself out of his mental wandering Angel brought his attention back to the
man. He was dressed rather formal, but not in any suit that he recognized, especially
not for a deliveryman, which, peering behind him and seeing a rather big
package leaning against the wall, would indicate that he was.

Acknowledging
that indeed he was Angel the man turned around and hoisted the big, flat object
and motioned Angel forward handed it over.

�This is
for you.�

Taking hold
of it he watched as the man turned to walk out.

�Hey, aren�t
I supposed to write on something.� Angel called out after the retreg mag man. Curious. The man didn�t even turn around. Suspiciously
looking down at the package in his hand he entertained briefly the idea of
going after him but alas � it was day. Shrugging, he turned around and
positioned the object against the round couch in the middle of the lobby.

He heard
Cordelia walk up behind him agreeing with Wesley that that was odd. Just
leaving liket.

�Oh, well then if your not going to open it
and let us all have a look..�

� Wes, we
where in the middle of something I believe.�

lasslass=MsoNormal>Looking at
Wesley, who watched Cordelia�s retreating back, he patiently waited. As he
caught his eyes Angel nodded towards her and smiled, �you go ahead.�

�You�re sure?�

�Yes. I�ll take this up. If it is one of W&H
little gifts, I�ll let you know.�

Hoisting it
up Angel walked up to his rooms. Instead walking into his suit he chose another
room down the hall, just in case�

It was a
rather bare room with just a couple of chairs. The wallpaper, like most of the
old Hotel, was dark with age and falling off in places and like a lot of
windows in the building, the ones in here were bordered up. Closing the door
behind him he walked to the side and lent thjectject against the wall.

He was rather sure that this was not a W&H little ploy, it just didn�t feel like it and he
prided himself that he had managed to acquire a rather good ability to sense
when it involved them.

Squatting
before it he let his hand hover just mere inches from the surface. He could
still hear Cordelia going on at full steam, as she had picked up where she had
left off before this little interruption.

Listening
once again with half
an ear (metaphorically speaking), he let his mind wander, pondering if he should
open it up now or wait. Suddenly he shook his head as the enraged screeching
voice of Cordelia pierced his ears.

�Dammit
Wes, You promised! We had a deal, you CAN NOT back out!�

Hmm, something about that sentence sparked
something buried deep within him, a memory.

Straightening
himself up, he took a few steps back and sank into one of the chairs. With his
brows furrowed deep it didn�t take long before the memory resurfaced for the
first time in a very long time.

� � � � � � � �

Stepping
into the foyer of the current house they had acquired for their stay, Angelus
took off his gloves, a satisfactory smile on his face. There was a glint in his eyes, though, that
told you not to be fooled by his be fea features.

Taking his
cane, he deposited it in the holder with some others. He handed over his
overcoat and gloves to the minion waiting beside him. Turning around he watched
as his sire walked in wondering what she had to be so content over. Considering
she was the one that lost their little debt.
She was due to pay up tonight.

Aaah, she thinks that I will�Chuckling quietly to himself he shook his head, bemused. Nay my love things will not go the way ye
want tonight.

Not
listening to the orders she gave to the minions that had gathered there as they
entered, Angelus walked to the parlour (sitting room) where he wanted things to
play out.

Making
himself a drink, he waited for her to enter. Soon he heard the soft swoosh, swoosh of the fabric of her dress as she walked
through the door.

Turning, he
watched as she drifted closer to him, a small knowing smile on her lips.

�Well,
well, tonight is the night, hey�My, what ever will you do.� She said softly.

Smirking,
Angelus dipped his head lower, hovering close to her lips. As she stood on her
tiptoes to kiss him he smoothly evaded her, which made her growl.

�Now, now, none of that.� He admonished her. �This is my night, remember.� �Grrr, no. I never back out. Not when it comes to this,
but I thought we were going to do something fun not this�. this!� she said
flinging her arms out indicating the scene around her.

�Well this is what I want to do, and you
promised, so chop chop and up you go.� Grinding his
hands together he looked expectantly at her.

Narrowing
her eyes at him she stifled a snarl. You
just wait, boy, I�m gonna get you.

lasslass=MsoNormal>Lifting his
eyebrow as time sank pass them Angelus patiently waited. He knew he had her
just where he wanted � though unfortunately, or perhaps not, depending if he
could sway her mind, he knew that he would pay for this, he always did.

Taka
da
deep breath to calm herself down � damn
it and I had such wicked things planned for tonight, but nooo, instead I
am going to waste it doing� - she
shook her shoulders and straightened up her not- so-very- tall figure.

Even though
she was more then a head shorter then him he couldn�t but marvel how she always
managed e abe able to look down at him. Luckily she didn�t do that often as he
had well gotten sick of receiving those types of looks while he was still alive
and it never ended prettily.

He refused
to let that sway what he had planned for this night. He had waited long for
this opportunity and he was damn if he was going to let her scorning attitude
affect him.

�Where do
you want me?� she finally asked. Her shoulders seamed to have sunken in on
herself just a little fraction.

Smiling
broadly he stepped forward and around her so that she had to step back and turn
to keep him in sight. Grabbing a hold of the big curved loveseat he dragged it
a few feet into the room and in front of the fireplace.

She didn�t
lift a finger to help him, one � because he didn�t need it, two � because she
was still miffed that there wasn�t going to be any frolicking. Crossing her
arms she waited for him to finish.

Satisfied
at last with the position of the furniture he went over to where he had placed
the few items he wanted to use earlier today. He had everything under control.

Seeing the
Chinese silk sheet in his hands, a gift he had acquired for her not so long
ago, she arched her brow, wondering what he was up to. She didn�t say anything
though; instead he walked over to the firepland and gazed into the fire that
was merrily burning rosewood, spreading a sweat pleasant smell into the room.

From the
corner of his eyes Angelus kept watch over her every move while he extended the
sheet over the furniture. Arranging so that it fell over the side and onto the
floor, leaving just two corners of the blue satin clad sofa exposed - The lower
right corner so that the lion-paw shaped leg came into view and on the left
upper corner.

The
furniture was placed so that it semi-faced the fireplace
letting the golden light play over the shiny material.

Castinpan
pan
class=GramE>her a look, he walked to the door of the room and called out
for one of the minions.

Playing
with the few crystal trinkets that had been placed on the mantel she absently
heard him instruct the minions for something.

Turning her
head around she looked on as he closed the door
leaning his back against it. Catching his eyes she once again arched her
eyebrow in question � and now what?

Smirking a
little he took a step towards her, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his
shirt, well aware that she was watching his every move.

�You could
take your clothes off.� He said. Oh she wanted to, but not for the reason he
obviously did. Shaking her had sadly she began to do just that. She had some trouble unlacing the back of her dress so Angelus,
with a sigh, came and did it for her, not being very careful whether he tore
the fabric or not.

Walking
with the filled container to her he stopped a few feet from reaching his goal.

Quietly he
said, �You know, I jusnt tnt to paint you, can�t you just give me that. The fact that I want to immortalize you in paint?�

�Now why
would I want that?� she said lying across the furniture, �I�m already immortal,
boy.�

�I can
guarantee thatthat you�d like the result, after all I�m painting you as I see
you.�

Sighing,
she looked down at her hands, �Let�s just get it on shall we?�

�Hmm.�

Placing the
container down on the floor he walked back retrieving the roses that where left
and began placing them around her The
petals he placed in such a way that it covered her most private places but
still drew your eyes to them. The contrast of her pale skin with the dark red
of the petals and the silk sheet under her with the blue satin glimpsing here
and there was startling and he knew that when he had managed to capture it all
on canvas, the focus and centre of attention would be the woman herself.

Which was exactly what he wanted.

Pushing her
a little back so that she semi lay he arranged her hair around her. He told her
to hold one of the whole roses and when he was finished the tablue
that he was met with was breath taking.
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