Saturday Night Fever [Rp for stillacrime]

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The song ended and Buffy reached back, gathering her hair up in one hand and pulling it away from her neck. She leaned forward on the balls of her feet, her other hand going to Danny's shoulder. "Let's go get a drink."

Danny had come home from work and suggested they go out dancing. She'd changed into a pair of black satin short shorts, to die for black heeled sandals and a silver gray sleeveless top. They'd had dinner and ended up here, had a few drinks and danced for several songs in a row. Now she was hot and wanted a beer.

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She was very hot, yes. Danny couldn't agree more. Himself, however? He wore his normal baggy jeans and a gray t-shirt. He was at a nice buzz as they had both done a few shots and had some drinks. After dancing through the fourth song he was ready for a break too.

He linked his fingers with hers and led her off of the dance floor with their hands joined behind him at the small of his back. What better way to cure being overheated than more alcohol? At the bar, he stood behind her and wrapped both arms around her to hold her back against him. There was a crowded line and the tenders were working overtime, but he didn't mind waiting.

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Buffy leaned back against Danny, her head resting on his shoulder, her weight on her heels. She tilted her head up and brushed a kiss across his jaw. "You have good ideas, Boyfriend." They moved closer to the bar and Buffy leaned forward to order. She glanced over her shoulder at Danny and smiled at him then back to the bartender. "Two shots of tequila with lemons." The bartender nodded and grabbed the shot glasses. Buffy leaned back and reached into Danny's front jeans pocket for some money, grinning at him as she did.

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Lashes closed halfway and open again, lips twitching into a slight grin as she reached for the cash he had stopped off at the ATM for. The tease was so mean, and yet he loved it and wouldn't have it any other way.

He leaned forward to talk with his lips at her ear so that she could hear him above the loud music. "Hey, get some beers to chase those with." He nodded towards the shot glasses that the bartender was filling with tequila.

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"Couple of beers too," Buffy requested. She paid the bartender and picked up the shots. She handed one to Danny then arched an eyebrow to him. "Okay your turn to make up a toast, Boyfriend. I'll do the next one."

She reached behind her and snagged the necks of the beers in her free hand, moving closer to Danny and sort of out of the way.

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Danny stepped back out of the way with her, holding his shot and dragging the small bowl with two limes in it with him. "Alright alright..." He looked up as if in deep thought pursing his lips together. Finally he nodded. "Okay I got it, I got it."

He lifted his shot glass. "Here's to that outfit you're wearin' cause every time I think you can't get any hotter... boom."

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"If you say so. I think my general area magnified in attractiveness when you joined me." He teased, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

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"I think we're just gonna have to come to an agreement here. We're both really friggin' sexy," Buffy laughed.

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"If it makes you agree you're beautiful...? Yeah sure." He shrugged, a cocky grin on his lips as he felt as if he'd won this round.

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Buffy smirked and shook her head. She went up on her tiptoes and placed a brief kiss against his lips. "Yeah yeah, score one for you. One of these days I'm going to get you to admit that you're sexy too."

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"Got alcohol at home." Danny suggested. "And a pretty nice radio that we can play any kind of music we want on."

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"I could definitely go for Club Danny and Buffy," she agreed, arms squeezing a little tighter around Danny's waist.

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"I'll dance with you most anywhere, Summers." Danny quipped, weaving the motorcycle in and out of traffic.

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"Let's go home," Buffy agreed. "We can do shots and dance there without having to worry about idiot boys."

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With her hand on his, he looked up to meet her gaze. "Well I was plannin' on it anyway. The gettin' laid not the sayin' what I said. That just came out... but I kinda liked sayin' it. Been thinkin' it long enough." And look at that, the world hadn't caved in when he'd said it. He turned the key and opened the door.

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"Just coming out is good. Thinking it is too. I more than kinda liked hearing you say it," Buffy practically beamed at him. She walked in when he opened the door and took her shoes off. She carried them across the room to the coffee table and put them there then looked over at Danny.

"I never expected this. Even when I moved here. I think that's part of what makes it so amazing and so hard to believe it's really happening."

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Danny locked the door behind them and tossed the keys onto the coffee table along with her shoes. He moved into the kitchen and grabbed two shot glasses and tequila. "What do you mean? That we're together happening? Or you're livin' with me happening? Or somethin' I missed happening?"

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"That there's the whole love thing happening," Buffy answered as she grabbed the salt shaker. She looked in the fridge but didn't find any limes or lemons. They'd made do without it. "I kinda thought that cargo ship had sailed years ago with me."

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"You're the only groupie I need, Summers." He leaned into the kiss at his jaw. He sipped more at the tequila and then handed the bottle to Buffy. "Truth or dare?"

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"I better be! I mentioned I'm wicked jealous and possessive, right?" she teased him with a grin, sobering when it was her turn.

Buffy bit her bottom lip, dragging it through her teeth. She took another swig of tequila, stalling for time and trying to make a decision. She was feeling truthful and if she couldn't sort of tell the truth about whatever he asked, she'd just claim the question was too hard and pick the dare.

"Truth."

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"Wicked jealous, possessive is hot." He teased, stepping back a few steps and shoving one hand in his jeans pocket while he held the bottle with the other. "Uh... How many guys you been with, huh?"

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Buffy's eyebrows arched up at the question. She bit her bottom lip and reached out to hook her fingers in Danny's belt loop and pull him close. "I'll answer, you just can't go away when I do otherwise I'll be all...insecure Buffy."

She paused and rolled one shoulder. "Ever. In my whole life. Six. Not counting you." Her brow furrowed and concern crossed her face. "Is that too many? I mean...are you like wow Slut!Buffy."

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It was hot. That was really the only explanation. He groaned as he watched her take the shot and then come closer for the strawberry. "So does this mean I win?"

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"Oh you so win," Buffy told him. "In a big way." She put her hands on Danny's shoulders and straddled his legs, sitting on his knees. She kissed him, letting it linger a bit. "Truth or dare?" she whispered against his mouth between kisses.

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"Truth, Summers..." He put one hand at her hip. "Give me a truth."

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"Alright. No taking it easy on you this time, Messer," Buffy teased him. She nipped at his bottom lip. "Tell me one thing that you've never told anyone else. No matter how big or small."