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

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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"I'm not going anywhere, Danny. Not unless you tell me to," Buffy told him quietly. She was still pressed against his back, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his breathing. She could hear his soft voice echo in his body and she closed her eyes as his words. Everything inside of her ached for him because she couldn't imagine how that hurt. She couldn't imagine that happening to Dawn. When his words trailed off, she ducked under his arm so that she was standing in front of him. She took the cigarette out of his mouth and leaned up, pressing her mouth to his. She held his cigarette in one hand, her other hand going to tangle up into his hair, instantly making the kiss much deeper. She used a little more of her strength in every motion in an attempt to comfort him and make him feel safe. Strength was safety and comfort and all kinds of good things. She wanted him to know she was strong enough to take this. Physically and emotionally.

The unexpected move was enough to surprise Danny. He let her take his cigarette and kiss him. Her fingers in his hair felt almost too comforting. Finally, his lips parted and he returned the kiss, deep and passionate as one hand lifted to cup her cheek. The other slid to the small of her back to pull her flush against him.

Buffy let go of the cigarette in her hand when he pulled her against him. She arched up further into the kiss and wound her other arm around his waist, slipping her hand up underneath the wife beater he wore. His skin was almost hot against her palm and absently she thought she'd never get tired of that warmth. His heart was banging in his chest and hers tripped along a bit faster in response. She murmured his name against his mouth as she tiptoed a little trying to get impossibly closer.

His mind was racing and it finally landed on the realization that she was still here, kissing him even. "Why're you still here?" He whispered against her lips in between the kiss, not stopping the kiss.

"Because I want to be and I like you," Buffy responded, not quite breaking the kiss but whispering against his lips. She pulled back only slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter flirting at the corners of her mouth. "Can I call you Godfather? It's so much sexier than Daddy," she teased.

She sobered in the next instant but kept her hand flat against his back, under his shirt and her other hand tangled in his hair so he literally couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to. "I don't care what your family is, Danny. I don't care what your blood is. I care about the person you are. I care about the person you work so hard to be.I care that you're all 'redemption boy'. That's all that matters to me."

She dipped her head and pressed a light kiss to his neck then looked back up to him. "Besides, even with your family, you're still the nicest, sweetest guy I've ever dated. And will it bother you if I tell Dawn that next time she takes my cashmere sweater without asking I'm going to have my boyfriend's family off her?" The last was said purely teasing.

He wasn't sure how to take all of that, what to respond to. It was the extreme of serious and the extreme of not. Key was that she still liked him, wanted to date him. "I'm fallin' so hard for you, and quick."

That was Buffy, a study in extremes. However, he sorta took her breath away when he said he was falling for her. She gasped a little and bit her bottom lip, looking up at him, all serious and big eyes, looking much younger than she was. Talking about Mafia and death were situations for humor. Falling in love, definitely no room for humor there. That was serious business.

"Okay...so me too. I mean...maybe. I think and I'm only doing the waffle thing because the last time I fell in love it ended bad. Bad as in the baddest of the bad of the bad. Like I considered nunship bad. Like...bad. And this is where you might want to change your mind because Buffy is so not well adjusted in the whole 'love' thing. God I'm rambling. I know I'm rambling but you have to know this thing and please just stay right here don't pull away from me even though maybe this is not conducive to rambling. Abandonment issues like whoa. I mean even *I* know I have them. that's so not relevant right now. The point is I'm scared. Like can't breathe scared. I'm...indestructible. Not literally but...the point is...I know falling in love can destroy me. I nearly lost me after...the bad and I'm scared. I'm just-I'm falling and I'm scared and I hate being scared. I want to tell myself to grow a spine and suck it up but myself doesn't listen. My self just-I'm not scared of you though. I'm scared of falling in love because of the aforementioned bad last time and logically I know you won't do any of those things to me but-love isn't logical. I thought I had a point and I don't think I do now. I'm sorry. Just...rewind that ramble and pretend I just said I'm falling for you too?"

"Alright. So, you're fallin' for me too." But he was still analyzing that ramble in his head. His fingers splayed at the small of her back, palm open to a closed fist and back again. Back and forth. "So we have... stuff to work on. We can deal with that. I'm pretty loyal when it's reciprocated."

The lack of words made Buffy smile. It was something she was accustomed to. She leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his lips before moving back ever so slightly. "Loyal is good. It's a good quality to have and me to. With the loyalty. We have stuff to work on. Or I do. But usually if something is wrong, I'll tell you. The only time I actually shut up is when I'm really, really hurt. And sometimes I run...when I think something is going to hurt. I run. Just come get me. And now I'm talking too much."

She leaned in and kissed him hard before pulling back again. "Are you okay? I mean with the way this whole conversation has gone? Is going? I'm nervous now so if this is a shutting up time, you can tell me that."

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