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snoggedTitle: New Beginnings
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angel/Fred
Word Count: 232
Rating: FRT/PG; fluff, kissing
Summary: Angel muses as the gang waits for the clock to strike 12 on New Year’s Eve.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilbreck who requested Angel/Fred and “new beginnings.” I hope you like it, hun.
The minute hand on the clock marched forward, clicking its way to that overemphasized moment when one year becomes the next.
Angel had seen many a New Year’s Eve come and go over the course of two centuries. A culmination of memories ranging from the torture of innocent girls to quiet nights stuck alone with his thoughts. In the end, most of these memories were forgettable. Mere blips on the radar of the big picture.
But tonight felt different. He guessed it had something to do with the cheerful smile that played across Fred’s face or the warmth of her fingers as they brushed against his shoulder. The potential for new beginnings was clear in her eyes as well as the excitement as the clock inched closer to midnight.
“10…9…8…7…”
His friends loudly shouted the countdown, raising their glasses of champagne in a toast to how far they had come.
And Fred closed the distance between them, leaned up on her tiptoes, and pressed her soft, pink lips against his. For one short minute, the whole world fell away and allowed them to be suspended in their embrace.
“Happy new year, Angel,” Fred whispered, letting her lips linger against his the moment 12:01 hit.
Angel licked his lips, taking in the taste of cinnamon, honey, and alcohol. It was a memory he would not be forgetting anytime soon. “Happy new year, Fred.”
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Angel/Fred
Word Count: 232
Rating: FRT/PG; fluff, kissing
Summary: Angel muses as the gang waits for the clock to strike 12 on New Year’s Eve.
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for
lilbreck who requested Angel/Fred and “new beginnings.” I hope you like it, hun.The minute hand on the clock marched forward, clicking its way to that overemphasized moment when one year becomes the next.
Angel had seen many a New Year’s Eve come and go over the course of two centuries. A culmination of memories ranging from the torture of innocent girls to quiet nights stuck alone with his thoughts. In the end, most of these memories were forgettable. Mere blips on the radar of the big picture.
But tonight felt different. He guessed it had something to do with the cheerful smile that played across Fred’s face or the warmth of her fingers as they brushed against his shoulder. The potential for new beginnings was clear in her eyes as well as the excitement as the clock inched closer to midnight.
“10…9…8…7…”
His friends loudly shouted the countdown, raising their glasses of champagne in a toast to how far they had come.
And Fred closed the distance between them, leaned up on her tiptoes, and pressed her soft, pink lips against his. For one short minute, the whole world fell away and allowed them to be suspended in their embrace.
“Happy new year, Angel,” Fred whispered, letting her lips linger against his the moment 12:01 hit.
Angel licked his lips, taking in the taste of cinnamon, honey, and alcohol. It was a memory he would not be forgetting anytime soon. “Happy new year, Fred.”