7/10/08

whattingawhat: ([Shipper] Buffy/Danny sexy)
Muses/Partners: Danny Messer [livejournal.com profile] stillacrime & Buffy Summers [livejournal.com profile] whattingawhat
Fandoms:: CSI: New York & Buffy the Vampire Slayer (RP)
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Prompt: 34.1 Spend a rainy day with your partner.


Standing out on the balcony, Danny looked up at the downpour of rain that was currently blanketing the city of New York. He exhaled the cigarette smoke he had just inhaled and put the cigarette butt in a ceramic pot that he had on his balcony just for that purpose. Thanks to the overhang of the balcony above them, only a few drops of rain had soaked into the white wife-beater tank and baggy sports pants that he wore. He sat down on the couch and picked up his guitar. It was because of Buffy that it was even out in the first place, much less the fact that he had been playing it more often.

He strummed the strings of the guitar, tuning it a bit before he began messing around with a song. When he saw Buffy emerge from the bedroom, he looked up to her with a crooked grin on his lips as he continued to play. "She's my sunshine, when it's rainin'. She's my coffee when I'm wakin'. She's my ev-ry-thing..." He sang, making up the song as he went until he jokingly posed the next question. "Wha'd'ya think? Gonna be a big hit?"

Buffy hated the rain. She had since she was seventeen. She'd closed the curtains in the bedroom, taken a long hot shower and put on her favorite pair of super soft gray sweat pants and an ancient Sunnydale High sweatshirt. She had her hair pulled up in a pony tail and she was barefoot when she stepped into the living room to find Danny there playing the guitar and singing her bits of a song he'd made up. She couldn't help but smile at him. She closed the curtains at the balcony and walked over to lean over and kiss him.

"I think we oughta hit the road. You can sing and I'll be your groupie," she told him teasingly. Right now, the rain outside didn't seem so bad and seventeen was a long, long time ago.

Reaching out with one arm around her waist, Danny pulled her down to sit next to him. He leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. "That would give me the hottest groupie and the best roadie. What more could a guy want, eh?"

Buffy curled her arm around Danny's neck and smiled, ducking her head into the kiss at her cheek. "Sounds like you'd have it pretty good," she teased him as she curled up close to him, watching him play. "And it works because I've got the best boyfriend ever."

As they sat there, Danny continued to play and hum a few bars while Buffy sat next to him and After a few moments, he passed the guitar into her lap. "Here, gonna teach you to play a few chords. Up to the challenge, Summers?"

Buffy laughed at that and bit her bottom lip. "Sure but I'm probably going to be really bad. I don't have any bad experiences with musical instruments yet though-wait...there was a cymbal once but it was a good experience. I beheaded a vampire with it." She tucked her feet up under her and tugged on the end of her ponytail before looking over at Danny. "What do I do first?"

"Yeah well this time you got me and there's no beheadin'." He took her hand to the neck of the guitar and began to place her fingers over certain strings along the surface. "Right here... and right here. Okay. Take this pick with the other hand and go for it." He placed his pick in her opposite hand.

She bit her bottom lip as she very, very lightly strummed the strings with the pick. It was way too quiet and way too soft but it made a smile burst over her face anyway. She strummed it a little harder, very aware of how much power she was putting behind the strum. She laughed and then looked over at him. "Like that?"

"Just like that. Okay now this is easy. We move this one finger up here, now do it again." Just the one movement would change the chord drastically. The crooked grin was already on his lips again as he awaited her reaction to that.

She strummed the pick over the guitar again, careful how hard she did it. She was surprised when that small movement created an entirely different sound. She looked over at him surprised and smiled, ducking her head. "I almost sound like I'm playing guitar. Except I have no idea what I'm doing, just following your instruction."

He loved that smile. He could admit to that as he took a moment to stare at it. "Well try movin' that finger back and forth and playin' two notes in a row back and forth."

"Oooo, I don't know," Buffy laughed softly. "Two notes in a row is an awful lot to ask of a musical talentless person." What he was asking her to do didn't really require musical talent though. It was more like coordination, which she had in spades. After a few seconds of playing the two notes back and forth she squealed quietly. "You just taught me the Jaws theme on the guitar instead of the piano."

Thrilled that she caught on, Danny tilted his head back around a laugh. "You got it. And all those professional guitarists out there better watch out for the Summers." He teased her.

Buffy shook her head at that and passed the guitar over to Danny. "I'm better as a groupie. You're a much better rockstar than I'll ever be," she assured him, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"Oh you think you're done now? Alright then. I got another idea anyway." Setting the guitar aside, he guided her back to the cushions of the sofa and crawled atop her. He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and then her lips. Because on a rainy day (and let's face it, a not so rainy day) this was the perfect way to pass the time.

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