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

[whattingawhat]

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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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?"

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Buffy nodded, her hands sliding down to his hands. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind her. She sat still for a moment, watching him before she let her hands rest at his sides, fingers curling around the hem of his tank. She gave him a soft, mysterious smile and then tugged his tank top over his head and tossed it in the same direction hers had gone. Her hands traced over his chest and she wanted to sink into his warmth. He wasn't marble and ice but fire and something liquid warm, viscirile and real.

""You're beautiful," she whispered as she leaned in to nip at his collarbone, intentionally leaving a tiny red mark on his skin.

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He let out a slow breath, his hands gliding up silken skin almost reverently from waist to her chest. He tilted his head to the side as she nipped at the skin of his neck. "At the risk of soundin' repetitive, so are you. But like really, really beautiful... and hot."

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Buffy grinned at him and moved closer so that her breasts brushed against his chest. She cupped his face with her hands and let her mouth collide with his. It was a wet, open mouthed demanding kiss that plunged into deeper immediately. Her hands drifted down the line of his neck to his shoulders then over his chest to settle at his stomach, just toying with the waistband of his pants.

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His hands glided around her shoulders and down her spine back to the artwork there. And then lower beneath the material of her sweatpants never breaking the kiss.