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And all of your weight, all you dream [Falls on me. It falls on me]

Buffy had already put all her things at Danny's place. It consisted of two suitcases full of clothes and shoes along with everything she'd bought while in New York City. She'd gotten a safe deposit box for the slayer scythe and all the weapons she'd brought. She still hadn't told him about the whole slayer issue and really, she intended to keep that secret as long as possible Right now they were in a cab on the way to JFK Airport. Buffy only had her carry on. She was wearing black sweats and a sweatshirt of Danny's she'd made him wear the night before. She had two more tee shirts, a tank top, a pair of his sweats and a pair of his boxer shorts stuffed in her carry on. She was curled up against him in the backseat of the cab, her hair pulled up in a ponytail, the long sleeves of the sweatshirt pulled over her hands. There was a definite pout fixed on her face and her eyes were gray today.

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Danny's arms were wrapped tight around Buffy, holding her close to him. His nose was buried in her hair at the top of her head. Had it really already been two weeks? Part of him wanted to beg her to do everything from here, but he knew that was impossible. She had family and a life back in Scotland.

His fingers lazily drew circles over the spot on her lower back that he had pretty much claimed as his favorite patch of skin on her. "You gonna bring me back a shot glass or somethin'?"

"I was thinking maybe a shot glass, a tee shirt and me," Buffy answered, the pout still firmly fixed on her face. She hated this but she knew she needed to go back, say goodbye to her friends, invite them out to visit sometime, get all her things together and help Giles with slayer school arrangements. And Dawn, she had to say goodbye to Dawn. Which was going to be weird and hard.

"I wish you could go back with me," she told him in a pouty little girl voice. "I mean...I know you can't because of work but I wish you could."

But Danny was afraid she would go to Scotland and remember that it was home and not come back. The fear was branded into his skeptic's mind and he couldn't and wouldn't think anything else until she was back here with him. "I'll take nothin' but you, you know that right?" He asked, but then added a joke just to keep it light as possible. "But bring me a shot glass."

"I'll bring you a shot glass," Buffy promised. And really, even if Danny could have gone to Scotland. He couldn't go to Scotland. Dawn was still giant not to mention that the castle in Scotland was 1)a castle 2)part military compound 3)Supergirl school. She'd love for him to go and meet Giles, Dawn, Xander and Willow but not now. He'd have to be in the know first.

"And it's okay that I have to stay with you for a couple of days when I get back while I'm moving in? I can get a hotel if it's not." She'd finally found an apartment but was still a little jobless. Giles and Willow had made sure her account had money and she didn't feel bad about taking it considering Willow had arranged for the slayer school to have a great deal of money when they'd set up but it wouldn't last forever and it was better spent on the slay school.

"No, I think I'll want you not out of my sight when you get back when I'm not workin'..." Danny answered. "Just let me be a little obsessive for a week or two and then you can move in with the bein' a New Yorker."

"Ooooo obsessive, now you're talking," Buffy teased. "Now you're talking. I like being an obsession. Promise to stalk me in the not creepy way?" she joked.

"Never creepy. I'm... somethin' not creepy." Danny answered, glad that he had gotten her to tease him a little bit. It felt more natural than the cord that felt like it was about to be stretched too thin between them

"You're sexy and safe Not creepy," Buffy told him. "Stalking can be those things." At least they could be in Buffy's world and she was peripherally aware that it was a little off for her to think that but at the same time, she couldn't change it. "You know because of the obsession and because if I needed you, you'd be there so...safe." She was running her hand back and forth over his arm and noting that they were getting closer to the airport. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from saying stop.

Danny pressed a kiss to the top of Buffy's head and drew a deep breath of her. He wanted to beg her to please come back even though he wouldn't dare. She hadn't even left yet. And he was already obsessing about her being gone and deciding not to come back.

"So next week when I fly back you're going to pick me up at the airport? I'm hiring a service to get all my junk and deliver it," Buffy said. Insecurity prickled at her, certain that while she was gone he was going to decide this was more trouble than it was worth and leave her.

"Yeah I'll pick you up. You just gotta say when and where." Danny answered, his fingertips gliding over the small of her back again. "And you got lots of ways to do that; email, IM, phone, text, pigeon carrier... All of which I hope you use daily in some fashion."

"I'm thinking in a week or so. Maybe sooner. It depends on how fast I can get everything tied up there," Buffy answered, pressing slightly into the touch at her back. "Pigeon carrier, huh? I think the poor little bird will get tired," she teased him. She sobered almost instantly and arched up to press a kiss to his jaw. "I'll save the phone for night when you're home from work. The others will be used liberally during the day. Possibly to the point of annoyance. I'm not going to actually get any work done this week."

"Nah, you gotta get some work done or you don't come back." Danny answered. "And I guess for humane's sake we can drop the pigeon carriers as a mode of communication."

"Ooo good point. Definite work getting done," Buffy nodded. "I'm actually being organized girl. I have a list of things I have to do, things that could be let go and things that would be nice but not necessary. Teaching the girls the top ten ways to irritate Giles and fluster Xander is priority." She looked up at him with a smile that was a little too bright and a little too cardboard to be real. "The pigeons thank you."

She was trying to avoid the emo by being overly cheerful and irrelevant. It was sort of working.

"A list is good. I mean, it's gotta help a little at least." The cab pulled up to the curb and Danny tossed him some money before opening the door and waiting for Buffy to exit the cab.

Buffy grabbed her carry on, slinging it over her shoulder. She was still pouting. "Can you misuse your badge to get past security and sit with me until I have to board?" she asked Danny, watching him with big puppy dog eyes.

"I can't." Were he any other cop on the face of the Earth, he would have. But if he got caught doing that, if the wrong person looked too closely, if airport security surveillance picked him up? He was out. "But that doesn't mean that I don't want to." His hand rested at her back. He was sticking close to her side until she went through security.

It wasn't until he said he couldn't that Buffy realized what she'd done. She clamped her hand over her mouth, looking at Danny with horrified eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean. I just- I mean you see cops all the time- and I just forgot that you--" She bit her bottom lip, stemming the flow of words for a minute. "I forgot you're specially discriminated against. I'm sorry. On the upside, I think sticking pumas in my mouth is less painful then sticking a pair of heels in there."

She curled one arm around his waist and stepped in closer. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't ever ask you to do something like that intentionally. I was just not thinking."

"S'alright. Don't worry about it, Summers." Danny leaned over to kiss the top of her head. "I really wish I could."

"It's okay," Buffy told him, more to try and detract from the temptation she knew had to be there more than anything. "I don't have to check any luggage. I'll just stay on this side of the security until I absolutely have to go."

Which was sort of approaching in the realm of soonish. They'd loitered around Danny's apartment as long as possible, not wanting to get in the cab to go to the airport. That had all been fine and good, except that now they didn't have much time left before she had to leave. Buffy bowed her head and placed a kiss to Danny's chest just over his heart.

They walked together to the foyer and he sat down in a seat, pulling her into his lap. Sitting seemed more stationary right now. And he needed stationary. He buried his nose in the hollow of her throat. "Ahhhh..." He fought back emotions and drew a deep breath of her. "Say you're comin' back again. Just need to hear the words."

Buffy rested her chin on top of Danny's head, her arms wrapping around him. "I am coming back again. In a week or so. Maybe sooner." She ran her fingers up through his hair, one arm still wrapped around him and holding him close. "I left all my stuff at your place. You can wear my clothes while I'm gone. Just don't stretch out the blue cashmere," she teased him.

He'd said enough in the last week since she'd decided to move for her to realize he was a little (maybe more than) insecure about her coming back. It was one reason, outside of conveinence that she'd left her things there.

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He listened to those words, skimming over the joke. "You gotta talk to me at least once a day, alright?"

"I sorta thought I'd call when you got off work and just talk to you straight through until you fall asleep at night," Buffy told him. "I mean if it works for you. You'll be five hours behind me so I'll have gotten school stuff wrapped up by the time you get off."

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"S'perfect for me. Great idea." Danny said quickly. He rocked back and forth with her slightly, a nervous movement as if he could stop time. But then he realized he was doing it and stopped. "Kiss me, Summers." He tilted his head up inviting her to kiss him.

Buffy bit her bottom lip and smiled, leaning down so that her lips brushed his. "I can do that," she whispered against his lips before deepening the kiss probably more than was decent for public.

His lips parted, a hand at the back of her neck to pull her deeper into the kiss. He felt like over the last few days he had memorized nearly everything he could about her and yet it all still felt so new.

Buffy tangled her fingers in Danny's hair as she let him pull her deeper into the kiss. She slipped one hand over the curve of his neck and beneath the neck of his tee shirt. She slid her other hand down his arm to his waist and slipped her hand underneath his tee shirt and put her hand against his skin.

He returned the kiss, not caring about the spectacle that they were probably making of themselves. His hands lifted to cup both of her cheeks, leaning up and into the kiss, almost desperate.

Buffy felt like her whole body was tingling and the closer she got to him the better it felt. She had his shirt pulled halfway up when she broke the kiss but stayed close, her lips still against his. "There's a bathroom about 100 feet across the airport in the corner and I've got a little more time," she told him in a husky, needy voice.

"Yeah... yeah..." Danny nodded quickly, breath short and quick as he helped Buffy up and then stood himself. "I want you."

Buffy squeezed Danny's hand tightly and tried to quickly sneak across the airport, tugging him behind her. She glanced over her shoulder at him and grinned. "Sorry, I'm taking you to the women's bathroom. It's cleaner and they have more stalls," she told him with a wink. "Stay right here one second."

She ducked in the women's bathroom almost quicker than humanly possible and was back just as quickly. The bathroom was empty. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. They ducked into the handicapped stall and Buffy locked the door then pushed Danny back against the wall, her mouth colliding with his, tongue and teeth nipped and kissing.

Being in a woman's bathroom without yellow tape blocking it off and a DB inside was a different experience. Danny felt his back hit the tiled wall. His fingers immediately found the fly of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper. "Shit, Buffy..." He hissed, grabbing her hips once her fly was open and jutting his own hips forward to grind against her. "Need you."

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