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Angel groaned.
And not in the way he'd like to be.
Lorne was with Cordelia, assisting her in her quest to Sunnydale, convincing Buffy not to stake Spike. It was a worthy goal.
"I just want her to have some backup. You know what our girl's like when she isn't supervised", he'd pleaded to Angel. Who was very glad that Fred wasn't there. For such a sweet girl, she was very possessive. He didn't like to think what would happen if she caught Lorne referring to her girlfriend as "our girl." He knew that Lorne meant it in a brotherly way, but Fred wouldn't have noticed that before glaring. If looks could kill...
Angel was lonely.
He sighed and stopped pacing. He plopped himself down on the couch, trying not to listen to the noises upstairs. Which, unfortunatly, the hotel's perfect acoustics made perfectly clear.
"Ohhhhhhh, Gunn....yes...yes...yes..."
Ew.
He really didn't want to listen to Gunn and Wesley having sex. But it was bright and sunny out, so unless he wanted his boyfriend to come home to a big pile of dust...
Aaaah. This was getting unbearable. Especially since they apparently switched positions up there, and Gunn was now the one moaning.
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
Fred was home, presumably sleeping. She'd been working her butt off lately, and he didn't want to wake her. So, there was nobody to share Angel's misery.
He thought longingly of how Lorne could always make a situation seem brighter. His happiness and optimism seemed infectious, almost. When he smiled, he lit up the whole room. And he was always so gentle, with everybody he met. So kind.
Angel sighed. Yeah, he was smitten.
Oh, well. It was Lorne. How could he not be? Just looking into his eyes...
The door opened. Angel kept off the couch, ran to the entrance and squealed as he saw Lorne.
He lept into the demon's arms, not caring who the hell saw him.
"Woah! Hey, sweetie. You missed me, I guess.", Lorne laughed.
Angel sighed contentedly. "Of course I missed you. Mmm." he nuzzled the side of Lorne's neck.
Cordelia shook her head. "He always does that. Always has to be dramatic. Can't just go for a hug and a 'I missed you', he was to do the whole 'I haven't seen you for 30 years thing.'"
Wesley came down the stairs, wearing Gunn's red sweatshirt. Gunn trailed behind him, wearing Wesley's jeans and missing a sock. "Lorne, Cordy. You're home!"
"Hey, Wes! Yeah, you're not gonna get much out of them, they're doing the tonsil hockey..."
Angel tried to protest "We're not doing the tonsil hockey", but it came out "Mmmthffmmffy." Hey, it's hard to talk with somebody's tongue in your mouth.
They broke apart so that Lorne could breathe. Panting, they grinned at each other. "Mmm. I missed you, Angel Cakes", Lorne whispered tenderly. Angel held him and smiled. He was glad that they got rid of the curse, because this was perfect happiness.