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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Buffy bit her bottom lip, sucking in a breath when he nipped at her earlobe. She leaned into him, her hand sliding down his chest to slip under his tee shirt so that she could flirt her fingertips over his stomach right at the waistband of his pants.

"It's a very bad habit to get into," she warned him in a mock pouty tone of voice.

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"Already got enough bad habits." Danny grinned against her cheek and then kissed her there.

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Buffy laughed, tilting her head back slightly. She wound her fingers in his hair at the back of his neck and kept the hand on his stomach there. "I know about the smoking but I didn't know there were any others. You're supposed to be my good bad boy," she teased him.

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"Smokin', drinkin', fightin'... you name it. All of it and boom. You got yourself a mess with me." Danny answered, nipping at her neck when she tilted her head back.

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And that was sort of when her knees went weak and she was glad she was sitting down. She hooked her fingers in the waist band of his jeans. She dipped her head and caught his mouth with hers, biting at his bottom lip a little sharply before she pressed her lips to his in a hard, open mouthed kiss.

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Danny's lips parted into the kiss, soft and accepting. He rubbed his fingers at the back of her neck, through her hair and one hand slid up her thigh to her hip to pull her into his lap.

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As Buffy slid into Danny's lap she tried to remind herself they were in a public cab. She squeezed his hips with her knees and curled her fingers tighter over the waistband of his jeans. She fisted the back of his tee shirt with her other hand while she kissed him, mewling softly into his mouth.

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Danny dipped his head, wanting to leave new marks on her that he could see. He nibbled and sucked, fingers curling itno her ponytail holder to pull it out of her hair. With the new blond shtrands tumbling down her back, he fisted a handful and tugged just slightly to cant her head back more, bare more of her throat.

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Buffy tilted her head back more, exposing her throat and letting her hair fall all the way down. She dug the fingers of one hand into his shoulder as he nibbled and sucked on her neck. "Oh God...Danny," she groaned before she bit down hard on her bottom lip, tasting blood. With her other hand she uncurled her fingers and slipped her hand down the front of his pants, her hips tilting down into his as her back arched.

The cabbie was having a damn hard time keeping one eye on the road and the other on the show in the backseat.

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Danny's head fell back against the top of the back seat as he groaned, lifting his hips up off o the seat against Buffy. "Fuck..." He whispered, and then pressed his lips together around the curse looking up to her all innocence and apology. Just as his hands slid up under her shirt, the cabbie banged on the partition in the cab.

"Hey! You guys want me to crash this thing? Cool it down."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Danny called back. "Keep your eyes on the road you bum. Almost there anyway so keep your pants on." He cast Buffy a crooked, playful grin and slid his hands back down to her waist.

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Buffy couldn't help laughing at Danny and the cabbie. She pulled her bottom lip through her teeth, tasting blood again. She didn't buy the innocence and apology look but it was alright, he didn't have anything to apologize. She slipped her hand out of his pants and back to rest at his side like a good girl.

"I think we got a little ahead of ourselves there but I'm totally blaming you. You started in on my neck," she teased him.

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