bornforthegoodfight asked:

Send me two names and my character will react to accidentally walking in on those two in bed with each other.

“—Angel?”.

   She doesn’t know why she expected anything different.
   Why she thought that maybe, just maybe, it could be she 
   who Angel looked at with such tenderness. That it could
   be she who had his hands running over his sides, she
   who had her mouth pressed against his, she who…

   She can’t let herself go on any further. Clamping a hand
   down over her mouth to keep the wail rising in the back of
   her throat from tumbling out, she backs away on shaking
   legs from the open door, until she’s just out of their line of sight.  

   She understands that Angel, at least, must have heard her
   already, and she can’t decide if she wants him out here or not. 
   All she feels right now is lost; all she really wants right now is
   for things to go back to how they were before she walked past
   that door. Back to her and Angel and Connor, the child she’s
   come to love like a son. She wants it all back— the simplicity,
   the contentment— the love. 

                 But it didn’t work that way. Nothing ever changes.
                 No matter how much time passed, no matter how
               close anyone else got to him, Buffy had Angel’s heart. 

                                     Forever and always, right?

   It’s like Xander all over again; except this time, no matter
   how much she feels like one, no matter how much this tears
   her a p a r t, she has no right to play the part of the victim.