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Still feel all alone [I wanna go home]

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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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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."

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."

"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.

"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'?"

"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.

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?"

Buffy blinked innocently at Danny, giving him her best clueless face. "There's supposed to be a time where I'm not touching you?"

A giggle broke the innocent face and she shook her head. "I spent the better part of my teenage and adult life with my arms wrapped around me trying not to touch. I don't think we're going to have a problem there. I'm all touchy Buffy now."

"Perfect place and time." That made perfect sense in his head. He was glad that he knew Buffy now rather than then. They complimented each other so well in the now. His arm tightened around her shoulders to pull her closer so he could lean over to kiss the side of her head.

Buffy let Danny pull her closer, a smile curving her lips when he kissed her head. "You make me happy, Danny. And not 'I'm gonna suck the world into hell' happy. Normal happy which is much nicer than the other kind of happy and less psychotic," she rambled. "I just thought you should know that."

Shoe leather was awesome. She was going to start buying organic shoes if there was such a thing. And oh look the baggage claim. Buffy fished her claim checks out and furrowed her brow. "D 34 is the claim gate we're looking for and I have to go to the office and sign a release for the delivery service to get the rest of my stuff."

His lips curved into a crooked grin and he ducked his head. "The non-psychotic kind of happy is more fun anyway. And good."

He walked with her, never losing contact with her; an arm around her shoulders, a hand on her shoulder, at the back of her neck, at the small of her back. He never let go, even as they went to get a luggage cart. Because neither of them could carry all that luggage out. "I got you some surprises back at my apartment. But don't ask, cause you gotta wait to see them."

Buffy was good with the touching and really the luggage cart was only a lucky passing thought. She saw a girl about her size getting one and it occurred to her that a normal girl would not just lug giant luggage off the baggage belt and tote it around. Being normal was exhausting and thought consuming but also kind of nice.

She let out a little squeal at the mention of surprises, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Surprises? Surprises are good." You know as long as they weren't blue arms in boxes and she was seriously doubting that. She turned and kissed his jaw. "Thank you for my surprises. Whatever they are. Best homecoming ever."

"You gotta wait to see them first! Promise you'll love them." Danny laughed lightly, continually casting glances to her just to know she was there.

"I have no doubt, so far your record with surprises has been good," Buffy smiled at him. She squeezed his arm and spotted one of her bags. It was a giant purple suitcase. "Oh! My shoes," she said as she stepped forward to grab the suitcase, holding onto Danny's arm with one hand and snagging the suitcase off the belt with the other hand. She lifted it off easily and set it down on the luggage cart. "The other one has yellow flowers on it."

Her shoes were a whole suitcase. Danny watched her get her suitcase amusedly and then stepped forward when he saw the suitcase with yellow flowers on it. He set it on the cart and brushed his fingertips over her forearm as he waited for anything else,

Buffy smiled at him when he got her suitcase. "Ok, let's go talk to the baggage guy and make sure my trunk got here and let me sign the stuff for them to deliver it tomorrow 'cause it won't fit in a cab. Not with us and the luggage too," she said as she took his hand again then started pushing the cart toward an office in the corner of the large baggage claim area.

Danny walked with her and waited patiently with the cart as she spoke to the man at the baggage desk. He watched the line of her back, the way her ponytail rested at her shoulders, every movement. He wasn't sure why he still couldn't fully believe that she had actually come back and was moving here. But she was. She had a suitcase of shoes after all.

Buffy insisted on seeing the huge, polished wood weapons trunk Xander had re-made her after Sunnydale had cratered. Not only was it a gorgeous piece that someone she cared about had made for her, it was filled with every weapons she'd collected in the last several years. Which was kinda a lot. She signed the release slip then turned to Danny with a smile. She knew he hadn't taken his eyes off her since she'd down up. She was a hunter, supposed to notice these things. She tilted her chin up slightly and her head just to the side, looking up at him.

"The girls and I watched Top Gun the other day. Movies with Tom Cruise pre-crazy are allowed there. So in the immortal words of Mrs. Goose, aka Meg Ryan, 'take me to bed or lose me forever'." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched Danny.

Danny smirked lightly and pushed the cart towards the entrance to the airport. "That's why you got that t-shirt? Cause I've been plannin' on that since I saw you... maybe before even."

"Just for you," Buffy quipped with a nod. "Creepy guy on the plane thought it might have been for him so he put his hand on my thigh. Five seconds later he was screaming at the top of his lungs that I'd broken his pinky. I don't think it was broken. He was just a wuss but hey they put me up in first class in a row all by myself. Apparently I don't play well with others," she rambled as they walked back through the airport toward the taxi cue.

"You play well with me." Danny answered, musing over the story for a minute before grinning. "Maybe you spranged it... the guy's pinky."

"Likely," Buffy nodded at Danny's comment about the guys finger. "I do but you're easy and not creepy, which is key. So tell me about your day."

"Just a bunch of waitin' and smokin'." Danny stepped to the curb, waving his hand for a taxi service. "Shopped this morning and there was too many people. Hate shoppin'. But that's okay. Then... just waitin'." A cab pulled up and popped the trunk and Danny started putting the suitcases in the trunk.

"Shopping for my surprises?" Buffy asked like a little kid. She watched, letting Danny handle the suitcases before she slid into the backseat of the cab.

"Yeah and I'm stubborn and not tellin' you what they are." He got into the back seat of the cab and gave the driver his address.

"Now see that's what we call bratty," Buffy teased as she slipped her shoes off and curled up in the seat next to Danny. She slipped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're warm."

It was something she was sorta of still in awe over. The warm was good and made her want to curl up closer.

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