200-word ficlet

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This week’s prompt kicked my muse to the curb. So I consoled myself and said, Romance isn't always perfect. Sometimes, it's a little awkward, and not at all easy. And sometimes, you don't have to say anything at all. Now, on to the fic:

Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spangel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: *shrugs* I don’t own it. you own it?


Needn't Be Said


He’d never been very good at expressing himself, always tripping over words, stumbling over his own feet. He’d only charmed the ladies with his looks. He couldn’t write very well, so fanciful stories or romantic poems were out of the question. He could only express himself through his art. Even then, it felt strange to gift someone with their own image. So he kept his emotions down to a minimum.

Except, there were times when he felt compelled to do something about them. He could count those instances using only one hand, but that meant they were special. And now, he wanted to show that this, right here, was special to him. So he calmed himself, and quietly moved closer.

“Spike,” he whispered against the pillow, over the top of platinum curls. “I. . .um. . . well,”

“I know, pet.”

“Oh.” He sighed with relief, and pulled Spike closer. Seconds later, he tensed, “but,”

“I love you, too.”

“Oh.”

Yes, Angel had never been very good at expressing himself, and, yes, there were the times when he was compelled to do something about them, but that didn’t mean they were easy. He was glad when he didn’t have to.

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