Really? What did you think I was going to do?

[whattingawhat]

couples_therapy Week ten prompts: The Dog House

What sort of things do you say or do to get yourself out of the doghouse?

Ok, so Danny and I haven’t really been together long enough for there to have been a trip to the doghouse for either of us but seriously? I’m a girl…what do you think I’m gonna do to get myself out of the doghouse?

For those of you who are shortbus-y I’ll paint a picture. Let’s say I’m in the doghouse…for whatever reason. I made the living room purple and white instead of guy friendly or I recorded figure skating over some epic baseball game. Let’s take the second one because honestly, I think Danny would let me do whatever I wanted to his living room. The second one might earn me some doghouse time.

So, I recorded figure skating over Epic Baseball Game. Danny is pissed—I assume he gets pissed. I know he has a temper but I don’t think he’s going to be hitting me so the standard Buffy method of dealing is off the table and Dr.—or is it Drs?—Love I don’t even want to hear about abusive relationships and if you put me in counseling for it I’ll abusive you—anyway…I’m seriously abusing the little lines punctuation thing. What is that called?—so Danny is pissed because instead of Mickey Mantle he’s watching Sasha Cohen—she was the 2006 gold medalist, Rocky—Naturally he’s going to be pissed even though Sasha is pretty cute and she’s got an awesome triple lutz. So Danny is pissed and I’m in the doghouse—and you have no idea how much I want to do these little dashes some more but I’m trying ot stay on topic here. On topic is good—and I hate the doghouse. It’s lonely and cold and boring and pouty. So Danny is sitting out on the balcony smoking because that’s what he does when he’s upset or stressed or thinking too much or whatever. Not!Abusive Buffy puts on one of his long sleeved button downs and goes out to the balcony all pouty and hair messy and you get where I’m going with this. Pretty much anyway. So I sit down on his lap, facing him, my arms around his neck, lean in to kiss him say I’m sorry, tell him I really had no idea it was Epic Baseball Game, I thought they were just playing catch and promise him the best sex ever if he’ll forgive me.

And yes, Danny, we can pretend I’m in the doghouse if you want.

Comments

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Oooo I've worried about that before. It only happened to me once when I was hyper paranoid. I'd been having prophecy dreams about Dru and Angel dying and I sorta grabbed poor Oz (don't know if you know him or not) by the throat and slammed him up against the wall in school. He handled it okay but then he's Oz. He handles everything okay.


I think I feel it tremble in fear at the mere thought *grin*

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Oz doesn't ring a bell, I'll ask Spike. :P But I'm so glad you know what I mean. It happened, like, right after the slayer thing first kicked in. I was so on edge, all of the time. I still have my moments.

BWAHA! Behold the power of our awesome!

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Spike knows him. He's a good guy. Oh yeah, I'm surprised I didn't bean more people when I first became one. I think slaying on a regular basis helps. I notice I'm a lot less twitchy and on edge if I slay every day.