Still feel all alone [I wanna go home]

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RP for stillacrime

The flight...yeah that had been impossibly long. Buffy had contemplated whether torture could make the pilot fly faster or maybe Will could do some magic hoodoo on the plane to make it move faster. Either way, taking too long. And there had been that creepy guy in the seat next to but she'd gotten moved to first class because she didn't play well with others. Whoever said being a problem child in life would get you no where clearly had not been a problem child confined to the small space of a plane in mid international flight. She half hoped the guy was okay and half hoped his pinky really was broken. Either way, she needed to let Giles know what she'd done. In case he sued. She didn't think he was going to sue. Right now, at this very moment Buffy was stuck behind someone's Scottish grandma with fifteen pieces of carry on luggage. The old woman was trying to maneuver herself, her bags and this giant shawl that looked like a shetland pony down the aisle. Buffy really wanted to pick the woman up, shetland pony and all, set her aside and get the hell out of this plane. Normally, planes did not make her claustophobic but at this moment, when Buffy wanted out, claustophobia was clawing at her throat and sending the freaking eagles in her stomach swooping all over the place. Buffy leaned forward slightly, putting on her best fake!cardboard Buffy smile ever and whispered through her teeth:

"Lady if you don't move I'm go to puke all over you."

Success! Only Buffy really wasn't making any friends this flight. The old woman looked at her alarmed, shuffled off to the side and Buffy shoved past her, taking care not to hit the woman with her carry on. See! She could be nice...ish...when she got her way. And then, the perils of being short came in. She was stuck in the middle of a moving mass all headed toward customs. Oh Customs. Her nightmare of nightmares. She hated customs and she was pretty sure customs hated her. It was not her fault that they didn't believe NYC was infested with rats that could only be killed by lethally sharpened stakes or wicked awesome scythes. Lucky this time, she didn't have the stakes or the scythe this time--okay one set of chopsticks possibly sharpened to lethal limits but really, you couldn't expect her to travel without anything! Hell hounds attacked her prom. Like they're going to avoid her international flight?--Anyway, she thought she looked perfectly acceptable and not terrorist-y in black capris, tee shirt --and oh...that could have been what gave creepy guy that idea-- and cute, black, kitten heeled slides that were doing nothing for letting her see over the masses of people. However, apparently the customs guy remembered her because they searched her, complete with pat-down--maybe the tee shirt was giving him ideas?--and carry on search.

Finally, finally and did she mention finally? customs gave her the all clear and she slipped through the security gates looking for Danny on the other side. It only took her 2.8 seconds to see but during those 2.8 seconds she was pretty sure he'd given up, gone home or gotten called away for work. She preferred the latter since the first meant she was stuck in New York on her own and that was just all kinds of sucktastic when she didn't know anyone here except Danny and via online chatting, Anna who was Danny's best friend and who exactly did she think was getting Anna in the divorce? Anyway--2.8 seconds and she saw him across the airport, which was obviously her clue to give him the once in a lifetime--who are we kidding, this is the start of many, get used to it bucko--chance to experience precisely what it was like to be full body tackled by 100 pounds of slayer. She had warned him ahead of time to brace himself.

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Danny had gotten there an hour early. They tell you to get there an hour early for your flights, right? Not that he had a flight to catch. He just figured getting there was good. It was better to wait there than at his apartment. He could pace in public just as well as he could pace at home.

He had stood there watching passengers arrive through the gates, knowing that there was no way she could be early... not that early anyway. He had gone outside to smoke twice. He had come back inside, gaze darting around as if he would have missed her arrival. And he had paced some more. The closer it got to actual time, the more his heart fluttered that maybe she had decided to stay in Scotland. What could he say? He had always been a hard sell... the consummate skeptic of anyone and everything.

His hands were shoved in the pockets of his baggy jeans. He wore a tight green shirt and a leather coat. His glasses naturally tinted as he stood next to the window and they blocked the sunlight out. And Black boots paced the floor at the far end of the gates by the windows. He was just contemplating another smoke when he saw her.

He stopped his pacing and stared at her, a slow, crooked grin spreading over his lips. She was home.

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Yup, there it was full body Buffy tackle. Her arms went around his shoulders, possibly squeezing a little too hard. Breathing was seriously over rated, and her legs went around his waist, bag dropping to the floor along with the *clunk* of one slide as it came off her foot and hit the ground. He didn't get taken to the ground which meant he'd listen to her. That or Buffy tackles were seriously over estimated.

"Oh. My. God. I thought I was going to kill a pilot, co-pilot, two stewardess, a grandma, everyone at customs and a creepy guy before I got here. Apparently I look like a terrorist or they remember me from last time. You look good though. Really good and I was kind of afraid you wouldn't be here and then I'd be stuck in New York City with rats and not you. I watched a documentry on rats in New York City when I was in Scotland. I am so glad you're here."

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The moment she started running towards him, he braced himself. Danny wasn't stupid. And no matter how small the blonde, anyone running at you to pounce at full speed was going to knock you back. And it did knock him back. With the pounce, he stepped back a few feet and his arms wrapped tight around her to hold her close.

And then she began to ramble and his smile grew. "Like I wouldn't be here to catch you, Summers. And god you feel good. You know that? You feel good."

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"It's this new bubble bath I bought in Scotland. It makes my skin all silky," she told him with a grin, even though she was well aware that wasn't what he was talking about. After a few seconds she let go of him, feet hitting the floor. She snaked her leg around his, fishing for her shoe with her toes until she successfully navigated it back onto her foot. She tiptoed and kissed him lightly then bent to pick up her bag. "I brought tons of it back in my suitcases. Because you promised me bubble baths." She reached out and took his hand, threading her fingers with his.

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"That I did. But you know that's not what I meant." He lightly bumped her side with his. "We gotta collect som suitcases or somethin'?"

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"Oh do we have suitcases to collect," Buffy nodded. "I have two that I swear I could stuff Dawn into." And that was funnier if one actually knew Dawn was currently a giant. "One has shoes and it's pretty heavy. The other one is clothes and other stuff...and it's pretty heavy but they have wheels. The rest of the boxes and my trunk are going to be delivered to your place tomorrow morning." She was vaguely worried about the weapons trunk. Because it was the weapons trunk. She had a small arsenal in there and really, she didn't want to get questioned about that. Willow had chalked some runes on it and assured her that customs would pass over it like it was a crate full of something non-arsenal-y. She stopped, looked up at him and smiled.

"I know that's not what you meant." Linear thinking huh? She reached up and placed the palm of her hand against his cheek then tiptoed and kissed him, drawing the kiss out as she slid her hand down his neck and just under his teeshirt so her fingertips brushed his shoulder. "So do you," she whispered after she broke the kiss, slightly breathless.

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Danny returned the kiss, glad to do so and leaning into it. He draped an arm over her shoulders as they began to walk towards the baggage claim. "Just don't quit touchin' me for at least a few hours and we'll be good, alright?"

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"Won't let you whine too much. Heart can't take it, I already know it." Danny said around a small grin.

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"You'll just have to give up and let me curl up next to you," Buffy told him. She shifted a little, kissing his neck lightly. "Oh, I'm supposed to see if you have hot detective friends, report back and send them to Scotland. The girls have assured me they'll stage a homicide to get someone there. I tried to explain about jurisdiction and jail bait but they don't care much."

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"You mean I gotta judge my friends on looks? Just stick with me." Danny answered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. He brushed back a few stray strands of hair. "Missed you... somethin' awful."

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"No way I'm sharing you with the girls but I'll be happy to parade the pretty around in front of them," Buffy teased. She bit her bottom lip, sobering slightly and nodded. "I missed you too. I've decided I'm not going back without you. I mean...like later, if I decide to go back for Dawnie's birthday or something, I'm dragging you with me."

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"What like make a three or four day trip to Scotland? How long's the flight?" Danny asked.

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"Something like that," Buffy nodded against his shoulder. "Nine hours if we don't have a long layover in Heathrow but we gain five hours back when we come home...or something like that. I know I was five hours ahead of you." She was absently drawing shapes on his chest over his tee shirt. She paused and looked up at him. "Would you go with me? Meet everyone there? I mean...not now but sometime. Maybe in a few months or whatever."

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He didn't even hesitate. "Yeah. Yeah I would. Wanna know all the people you talk about. I mean they're your family, right?"

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"Can't help it, Summers. Been dreamin' about that neck." He leaned in playfully to place one more light nip there before settling back against the seat. "I'm weak."

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"Weakness is very, very appealing," Buffy giggled, tilting her head back, flipping her hair over her shoulder and leaning in slightly so that her neck was exposed and right there.

About that time the cab pulled over to the curb in front of Danny's apartment and Buffy was almost sad because this...this was tons of fun.

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Like Danny was going to pass that up. He glided his tongue up along the length of the exposed neck as the cab pulled over. He punctuated it with a kiss to her jaw. "And here we are."

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That got another stifled groan out of Buffy but when the cab stopped and he kissed her jaw, she slid out of his lap, grabbed her carry on and stepped out of the cab. The cabbie had already popped the trunk. Buffy got the bags out while Danny was paying for the taxi and she started for the entrance then stopped. "Crap, I'm going to have to take the elevator."

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"Naw, If you don't wanna I can get your stuff in the elevator and you can take the stairs. Nine floors is a killer though when it ain't necessary." Danny offered, paying the driver and then helping with the suitcases.

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Buffy worried her bottom lip between her teeth, breaking open the place she bit into it in the cab. Nine flights of stairs wouldn't kill her. She hesitated a moment longer, watching Danny with wide eyes. She reached up and tugged on a strand of her hair, still contemplating it. She sighed after a moment and straightened her back, her jaw squaring lightly. "Elevator. I'll just...think about something else besides being trapped in a coffin like box." She glanced over to Danny as she opened the door and went inside, holding it for him to get the bags inside. "You can't tell anyone about the panic attack I'm going to have though."

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"I won't, Summers." Danny got the bags in and pressed the number 9 on the key pad. The doors closed and he turned to Buffy and pressed her back against the wall. "Close your eyes." He whispered, dipping his head and nibbling at her neck as the elevator started to move.

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"If you weren't I'd beg." He leaned back slightly, a soft grin on his lips. "Buffy, please stay. Come on... stay."

He smirked. "Don't make me beg, Summers."

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"No begging necessary, Rocky," Buffy assured him. She reached out and pulled him back, closer. She kissed the corner of his mouth. "You and New York City are stuck with me. I mean even if you kick me to the curb, it's going to me and the rats." She tilted her head and kissed the side of his neck. "So don't kick me out."

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"Naw, no kickin' you out." He left off the 'ever' at the end of the statement that went through his mind. Tilting his head as she kissed his neck, he reached up to curl his fingers in her hair. "Like bein' stuck with you."

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Buffy grinned and nipped at his neck then kissed it. She ran her hand down his back, slipped it underneath his shirt and slowly up his spine again. She kissed a line up the column of his neck to that spot just beneath his ear.