Angie giggled, "I guess we started something." Angie moved so that she was half resting on Scott's chest, the still hard nipple of her left breast dri...ling into his chest. "Scott, what were you dreaming about? You were calling out my Mom and Dad's names and I don't remember ever telling you my mother's name." They were here. In the dream I mean, they introduced themselves to me. My Mom and Dad were here as well and they know each other and are very happy that we are together." Scott paused for. She's... she's back with us. Staying with us so that she can get some help...”There's a few moments where Buffy pauses, hoping to gauge Faith's mostly unreadable response to the Satsu news.“Is that... you know... okay?”“You mean because I have a history of going psycho on people who stab me?”Buffy doesn't respond right away.“Mostly... yeah...”“One of the things I've learned over the years B is that history is best left in the past. I'm over my whole `need for revenge' phase. You don't have to. And a writer—he’d seen that! A writer of love, passion, and eroticism; she had a fertile imagination, coupled with a ribald wit. She liked to put herself into her stories, becoming the character she wrote—different, but the same. And in her stories, she enjoyed misbehaving.Just like she did in life.Yes, she was perfect for him.It was a shame she wouldn’t remember any of this—not until he was ready for her to remember. Though perhaps elements of this night would surface in her subconscious,. ” “I want you too, Mark.” She said softly. “There is no other person in my life that I want and need more than you, right now. You have to believe me.” Mark’s hands framed her face, pushing back her hair in the process. His mouth covered hers again in a kiss that made her head spin. Even though they had kissed before, it was never like this. His lips tasted and clung to hers. A warmth swept down her body affecting her skin, his hands stroked her back and down to her buttocks. He had on his.