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Bad Eggs
Buffy: Ahh... (kisses) (breaks off) As much as I hate to say this, we should really go kill bad guys. (kiss)
Angel: It's late. You should really get home. Hmm? (kiss)
Buffy: What about the Gorches? (kiss)
Angel: I'll hunt. (kiss)
Buffy: Really? (pulls back and smiles) You'd do that?
Angel: Not like I have an early day tomorrow.
Buffy: Mm, (kiss) true. (they walk) I still have to go home and fill
out my egg diary.
Angel: Your what?
Buffy: Oh, I told you, that faux parenting gig we're doing at school. (faces him) Like I'm really planning to have kids anytime soon. Uh, maybe *some*day, in the future, when I'm done having a life, but... right now kids would be just a little too much to deal with.
Angel: I wouldn't know. (looks at her) I don't... Well, you know, I, I can't.
Buffy: Oh. (looks away briefly, then back) That's okay, um... I-I
figured there were all sorts of things vampires couldn't do. Youknow,
like work for the Telephone Company, or volunteer for the Red Cross,
or... have little vampires.
Angel: So you don't think about the future?
Buffy: No.
Angel: Never?
Buffy: No.
Angel: (swallows) You really don't care what happens a year from now? Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, a-a... all I see is you! All I want is you.
Angel: I know the feeling.
He reaches down to kiss her. He finds her lips and she responds. They
kiss more and more passionately.
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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