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19 - Pink [AtS/BtVS]

Title: Misunderstood
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Pairing: Tara/Angel
Rating: G/PG
Prompt: 19 – Pink
Word Count: 1,082
Authors Note: I blatantly abused the prompt and I blame Den for this ‘cause I was talking to her when I had this idea. Loosely based on almost_madeit verse.

Tara busied herself around the hotel, cleaning and putting away files while Angel talked with a new client in his office. Bits and pieces of their conversation filtered out into the main hall; it seemed he was having trouble with his wife – who he claimed was possessed.

She shook her head and continued mopping up the main entryway, she was amazed with how dusty things got even though it was only the two of them most days; now that Cordelia and Wesley were off on their honeymoon it was even quieter at the hotel. Tara never minded the quiet.

“Well, Mr. Perry, I will look into your situation and get back to you,” Angel’s voice broke her from her thoughts, turning to watch as the men shook hands and left the office quietly.

“Interesting man.”

Angel laughed and casually headed to the fridge, pulling out a container of blood and pouring some into a mug. He brought the cup to his lips but Tara pulled it from his hand and shook her head, bringing it to the microwave to heat up. “You didn’t have to,” he said weakly, knowing that it was useless to argue with her about something so small; especially when she liked doing simple things for him.

The door opened and they both turned, the mailman walking in and smiling. “Have a few pieces today, and one thing to be signed for.” Tara heard the microwave beep but left the mug in, waiting for them to be alone again. “It’s for you Miss Maclay.” She blinked at him in surprise and took the slip from him, signing it and giving it back to him. “Have a good day.”

“Thank you,” she muttered absently, looking at the envelope and opening it with caution; her brow furrowed in confusion. “What…ohh!” Her face lit up as she pulled the tickets out of the envelope, her eyes turning to find Angel looking over the edge of his mug at her curiously. “I um…t-there was a concert that went on sale and…” She looked at him sheepishly, realizing that he would most likely not like this sort of thing. “I got two tickets…”

“I’ll go with you,” he said, loving the smile that crossed her face. “I’ve been known to enjoy jazz every so often.” Her face fell slightly at his words, he watched as she shyly tucked the tickets back into the envelope. “Is it a bad thing that the last concert that I went to was Frank…”

“Oh.” Tara paused and sighed heavily, letting Angel pull her over to his desk, leaning against it and pulling her to stand in front of him. “It’s not jazz…” She looked sheepish and chewed her bottom lip.

Like a magnet, Angel leaned in and flicked his tongue over her abused bottom lip, kissing her gently before pulling back and brushing her hair from her eyes. “Well I like the music you listen to…is it one of those Celtic bands you had me listen to?” Again she shook her head. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t even know where…the concert is tonight…”

“Is it after dark?” Tara nodded. “Then it’s fine. It’s pretty late anyway, how about we go get ready and I’ll take you out to dinner before.”

Tara smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him gently. “You decide where we eat, fair?” Angel nodded and kissed her gently. “I’m going to go grab a shower okay?”

With that she turned and hurried up the stairs, trying to think what she should wear to the concert tonight; hoping that Angel wouldn’t be too upset or disappointed on where they were going tonight. She had never been to a concert herself but after finishing all of her classes early it was a present to herself.

After a quick shower, she padded barefoot into her room, going into the back of her closet and finding something that would be fitting for the night but that she’d still be comfortable in. It took a bit of searching but Tara managed to settle on a pair of slim fitting jeans with a few copper studs on the side, heeled boots and a top that laced up the front.

Tara decided to leave her hair down and finish off with a pair of simple hoop earrings. A knock on Tara’s door made her turn her head as Angel entered the room. “I’m done, do you know what you want to wear?”

“You look…”

“Should I change? Do I look weird in this…” Tara looked down at herself, chewing off her newly applied lipstick from her bottom lip.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, smiling down at her. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, we need to find something for you now.” Angel gave her a look. “It’ll be fine. It’s just a Pink concert.”

“A pink concert…” He looked at Tara curiously, noticing she was wearing red and black but nothing pink. “Wait, I don’t have to borrow a pink suit or anything from Lorne right?” Tara just laughed and pulled him to his room. “What kind of music is this?”

“Popish.” He gave her a look. “It’s not like a boy-band or anything.”

“I don’t know…nothing is like Manilow anymore…” he muttered, watching as Tara looked through his clothes – black, black, brown, black… - until she smiled and pulled out a black shirt and the only pair of jeans he owned that were fully buried in the back. “I guess you can’t dress like this,” he said, glancing down at his usual ‘every day’ attire. “I could wear this to Barry though…”

Giving him her best playful pout she held up the clothes and smiled. “I think you’ll look good in this…trust me?” Tonight was their night to relax and blend in, not be a witch and a vampire who just so happen to fight evil on an almost daily basis. “We’re going to have a nice night…”

“Okay, for you.” He took the clothes from her and smiled; unable to remember the last time he wore these jeans, if ever. Her face lit up and he brushed her hair from her face and kissed her gently. “Keep grinning like that and I won’t be able to say no to anything.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Tara leaned in and kissed his cheek gently before leaving him alone to change, happy to be sharing this with him; even if it was a simple Pink concert.
Tags: fandom - crossover, finished challenge - nora
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