Chinese Therapy, like retail therapy but with food. [RP for <lj site="livejournal.com" user="stillac

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After Buffy got off the laptop she got up and pulled a pair of jeans on. She grabbed a black sweater and pulled it over her head. The neckline was elongated and just hovered on the edges of her shoulders. She'd forgone a bra and threw her toothbrush and change of clothes into a small bag. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, slipped her feet into a pair of fantastic lime green heels. She called the Chinese place on her cellphone as she click clacked down the stairs (elevators were for losers and people less claustophobic than her). The doorman grabbed her cab and she slipped into the backseat as she finished placing the Chinese order. She was worried about Danny mostly because it was the first time she was dealing with badday!Danny and she wasn't sure what the protocol was for that just yet.

The cab let her out at the Chinese place and she told it to go on, she'd walk the rest of the way. She picked up an extra pair of chopsticks when she grabbed the food because she'd left her stakes back at the hotel room. She didn't know how to explain them just yet. She hoofed it over to Danny's place, took the stairs up and then knocked on the door. She waited a minute and then used her key, poking her head inside before she walked all the way inside.

"Boyfriend! Dr. Summers is here with Chinese and Buffy, as ordered."

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Danny was sitting out on the balcony with a half smoked cigarette and a beer. He wore his normal off-duty and at home wife-beater and baggy, dark gray sweat pants. He put the cigarette out and got to his feet. Grabbing his beer, he walked inside and moved to her to lean down and place a soft kiss to her lips. "Hey you."

He moved to the kitchen and snagged to forks from the drawer. "Beer?"

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Buffy pushed up slightly on the balls of her feet, returning the kiss. "Yes please," she quipped as she carried the food over to the couch and started unpacking it.

"I didn't know what you liked so I got a little bit of lots of things." She put her back off to the side, sort of unobtrusive because she didn't want to make assumptions. Particularly given Danny's mood. She slipped off her heels and tucked them over next to her bag then curled her legs up underneath her.

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Danny brought two forks and another beer to the coffee table. As he sat down, he twisted the cap off of the bottle for her. "Don't mind a little of everything. We don't really need plates either, do we? Figure we can just share." He held a fork out to her.

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"Ewww no, I might get boy cooties," Buffy teased him as she took the fork. "Thanks." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the jaw then picked up a carton of General Tso's chicken.

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He cast her a small half-grin that faded a little too quickly. "So tell me about your day. Come one. Foot in mouth and all that."

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Buffy mused over it for just a few seconds, her fork pressed curved side against her lips before she put it in the carton of sweet and sour chicken. "I bought a purple couch and a round glass coffee table. I don't have an apartment yet but I have a couch and a color scheme. Ikea is like Disneyland for furniture and I talked to Giles. I waited until it was 3 in the morning Scotland time. He'd just gone to sleep and was all spluttery and sleepy. It was fun. He's gonna work on getting some people to fill my position. He stroked over my hotel bill. That was a lot of fun and at the end of the two weeks, I'm going to fly back, pack up my stuff and move here. I was thinking maybe I could leave what I brought here with you so I don't have to check luggage. I could get a storage unit though if you don't want it around your apartment."

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"So Giles is cool with it all? I mean all your people in Scotland? They're cool with you bein' here?" Danny asked, picking up an eggroll.

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"Giles did the typical father thing, told me to be careful, call if I needed him, be happy etc etc. Xander wants to do a background check on you and Willow gushed and told me to spill," Buffy said as she took a sip of her beer. "It's probably all over the school by now that Buffy met a boy. And I don't even want to consider the rumors they've likely come up with."

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Danny smirked, but looked sideways. "Background check, huh? Can he do that?" He asked, knowing what they would find.

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"I don't know what I'm thinkin', honestly. Today's one of those days where I'm doin' good if I can make complete thoughts and sentences. You know, my... head's all muddled." Danny answered honestly.

"Right now I'm thinkin'... Bad day. My headspace sucks. Damn I'm fallin' hard. What is she thinkin' of me after all this? I'm sure as hell not leavin'. Did I pay the water bill? Why's it a double standard cause it's me? Chinese is gettin' cold." He smirked. "See? It's all jumbled."

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"Oh but see you're in luck because I can roll with the jumbled. It's like homeground for me," Buffy smiled at him. "She thinks you're a great guy and she's pretty damn lucky. She thinks she sorta won the tourist jackpot. She is really glad you're not leaving. You've still got running water so that means you can pay it tomorrow and if they cut it off, you can come stay in my room with me until it gets turned back on. It's a double standard because it's always a double standard. Trust me. And the Chinese is getting cold but that's what the powers that be made microwaves for."

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"Who're the powers that be?" Danny asked curiously. "What like G.E. and Kenmore?"

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Buffy laughed and pressed a kiss to his jawline. "You call him/she/it God," she teased him. "I say the powers that be. Occasionally the PTB because it sounds like PB&J and that amuses me. Anyway, same entity."

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Danny nodded his understanding, leaning into the kiss at his jawline. He leaned down, his forehead against Buffy's. "M'havin' a rough day."

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Buffy gave him a half smile, content to let him rest against her like that. She slid her hands up his back and nodded slightly. "Wanna talk about it or I can ramble for the next several hours and we can avoid the subject at all."

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Danny thought for a little while, trying to decide whether to throw even more at Buffy tonight. He had already put a lot of his stuff on her shoulders. And she was still here after the mafia reveal. She was still here after he'd told her about Louie. Could she really take more emo after that? Because he had left a lot of emo out about his brother. "Nah, I'm fine. You know... I'll be fine."

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Buffy arched an eyebrow at Danny, clearly not believing him. "Oh come on. Lay the emo on me. I told you I could take it. I'll emo with you if you want." It was half tease,half challenge, half real offer but not pushy. "You know, you tell me an emo thing, I'll tell you an emo thing then we'll go get ice cream and watch The Princess Bride"

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Buffy pulled back slightly to look at him. She ran her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. She rolled one shoulder in a sort of elegant shrug. "If you want. You're not required to though. I've been taking care of me on the bad days for a long time so I'm not needy girl but if you want to...yeah."

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"Got it. No requirements." Danny nodded slightly, his hands sliding back down to her hips. "Think it's best if we just stick to doin' what we feel."

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"Usually a good thing," Buffy agreed. She pulled her bottom lip through her teeth, watching Danny carefully. She wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a double meaning or not. "So what do you feel like doing?"

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"Kissing you." One hand lifted to the back of her neck to pull her to him. His lips took hers in a warm, open-mouthed kiss that deepened within a second, hungry and needy.

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Buffy responded to the kiss immediately, melting into it and making a soft little mewling, whimper sound into his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and beer. She pressed closer, one hand pressing to the back of his neck, fingers weaving into his hair while the other hand went to his waist, slipping beneath the tank so that she could feel his skin pressed warm against hers.

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The fingers of one hand smoothed over the dragonfly tattoos that he knew were at the small of her back. The opposite hand slid down her neck to her shoulder, pushing aside the strap of her tank top. He dipped his head, lips glazing over skin there.

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She shivered when his fingers brushed over the scar on her neck and then tilted her head to the side when his lips brushed her shoulder. She closed her eyes, fingers softly kneading the back of his neck and encouraging him. Her body felt like it was waking up, a tingling inch at a time as his fingers smoothed over the small of her back. She arched slightly into the touch and bowed her head, lips and teeth grazing the curve of his neck. She let out a breath that whispered his name ever so slightly.

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His lips found hers again, hands splayed at her sides as he slid the hem of her tank up. "Want this off... it's alright, yeah?"