Things in my Dream Home

This is pretty much everything I could want in a house:

-Danny
-Training room-and I'm talking full blown with mats and targets and punching bags and training dummies and meditation corners.
-Weapons closet that had little racks for everything.
-The closet that Big buys Carrie in the movie.
-Starbucks (it's a dream house! And someone has one. I can't remember who)

And the hurt that it makes is strong [And those eyes that you see are young]

[Elevator]

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“I took the elevator today.”

Buffy is curled up against Danny, his arm around her shoulders and they’re watching the baseball playoffs. The statement comes from the middle of nowhere.

“Why?” The word is marked with surprise as his eyebrows shoot up, his forehead creasing.

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Buffy answers, her eyes never straying from the television. “I fight demons, vampires and hell goddesses. I save the world on a semi regular basis. It’s ridiculous that I can’t ride in an elevator without freaking out.”

“How was it?” Danny asks, a crooked smile creeping across his face. His eyes remained concerned despite the smile on his face.

Buffy rolls one shoulder in a shrug and leans her head back against Danny’s shoulder. “I went and got a manicure before the whole experiment thing. That way I wouldn’t want to mess up my nails by hitting the elevator.” She has half moon shaped cuts in her palms where she’d dug her nails into her skin. They are healing already and it isn’t something she wants to discuss or even admit are there.; Buffy hates being weak.

“Maybe later we could go get some cupcakes at the bakery down the street and just walk. It’s getting cold and pretty soon you won’t be able to pry me out of this apartment.” It’s an obvious subject change but Danny knows her well enough to just go with it. Obviously the elevator experiment hadn’t gone well.
“We could do that but the cold ain’t so bad,” he chuckles as he presses a kiss to her head.

“I’m a California girl. The cold’s that bad,” she teases back.

“Nah, gives you an excuse to cuddle,” Danny points out, squeezing his arm around her shoulders a little tighter.

“You never need an excuse with me, Messer,” Buffy says as she dips her head and brushes a kiss against his forearm.

“Boom.”