whattingawhat | Just Click Your Heels Together Three Times [RP for stillacrime]

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Just Click Your Heels Together Three Times [RP for stillacrime]

Buffy had gotten home early afternoon. The airport had gone as smoothly as airports ever go, she'd found a cab and nearly fallen asleep on the ride back to her apartment. It was empty because Danny was at work but it gave her time to unpack, take a long shower, a nap curled up on the couch and order pizza. She still had a pretty nasty looking bruise on her cheekbone, a long scratch on her collarbone (it had been a gash twenty four hours ago) and her right side was a lovely shade of green and yellow. She was kind of hoping that would heal a little more before Danny saw it so that maybe it could be over looked. She had on a sweatshirt of his that swallowed her but that was it and she'd braided her wet hair into pigtails. There were purple black smudges under her eyes from too little sleep and too many nightmares. Even her nap on the couch had been riddled with them. She was happy to be home and her cheeriness wasn't precisely forced as long as she didn't think about the battle and the things she'd done. It was as close to killing humans as she'd ever come, sans the whole Faith incident. Right now, she was curled on the couch, Mr. Gordo clutched to her chest, her knees sandwiching him there tightly. She had a blanket wrapped around her, Danny's pillow behind her and all in all, it looked like she was a little girl trying to hide or someone desperately trying to feel safe. There was a half finished bowl of Chicken and Stars soup on the chest (weapons) in front of the couch. They'd broken the coffee table before she'd left. Buffy had the television turned onto The Cosby Show and she was waiting for Danny to get home.

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Buffy just melted into Danny when he pulled her close and buried his nose in her hair. She closed her eyes, one hand fisting his tee shirt as she took a deep breath of him. She was practically sitting in his lap and she shifted until she had her legs between his legs, her bare feet underneath his thigh."Hey, Messer. It's good to see you," she told him quietly. "Your clothes never smell this good on me."

"We'll try to bottle each other up for both of us." Danny answered quietly. He smoothed his hand over her braids and down her back to the small, his spot. "I missed you like crazy, you know that?"

"I'm glad 'cause I missed you like crazy too," Buffy told him. She pressed back into his hand at the small of her back. "And I'd hate to be one sided about something like that."

"So far from one sided it's crazy." Danny assured her, tightening his hold on her. "Tell me about your class."

Buffy shrugged at his question. The tightened hold actually made her ribs ache a little but she wasn't about to ask him to ease up or show any sign of pain. She wanted to be held this tight.

"It was alright. I got stupid and cocky and got tagged a few times. I'm used to being the best in the room so I got my ego taken down a peg or two."

She wanted so bad to tell him how horrible it was, how her scythe sliced through people and how when they were dead they looked so...fragile and broken and human. She wanted to tell him about the little kids and the teenage girls and how she knew there were mothers somewhere missing their children or husbands missing wives or children missing parents and now they'd never, ever be reunited and she knew it wasn't her fault they'd been taken but that didn't make it any easier to kill them. She wanted to tell him how she felt dirty, so dirty the shower would never, ever get her clean. She wanted to beg him to tell her she wasn't like the people he chased and most of all she wanted him to forgive her and love her in spite of all the things she'd done in the name of saving the world. She couldn't though. Instead she could only tell him things were alright and everything had gone okay and let her body language ask for all the things she couldn't say.

"Stupid and cocky, huh?" Then it dawned on him that he should actually look at her. He pulled back, a hand to either side of her face and instantly his brow furrowed, thumbs smoothing over her cheekbones. "But you like this right? You like the fight? Cause I mean it's what you do..." It was more to reassure himself than anything.

"Stupid and cocky," Buffy half smiled at him. She nodded at his next question. "I love the fight. Probably more than I should admit to anyone." She reached up and smoothed a hand across his forehead.

"I wouldn't do anything else. Even if I could."

He still looked worried. The wounds looked as if they had been dressed, so someone had taken care of them. "Got you all fixed up?" His voice was a little more quiet as he continued to stare at her, to hold her head in his hands.

Buffy turned her head slightly and brushed a kiss across the heel of his hand. "I'm good with a first aid kit. All fixed up. I'm fine. Promise." She reached up and brushed her fingertips over his eyebrow.

"I love that you worry though. Is that bad?"

"Nah..." A corner of his lips lifted in a crooked grin. "Just tell me the other guys look worse."

Buffy couldn't help smiling at that mostly because he was so cute about it. "Yeah...the other guys look a lot worse."

As in dead but she wasn't thinking about that. Not at all.

She leaned in and kissed him lightly then pulled back to watch him.

He returned the kiss. "So you're all certified and everything?"

Danny's question made Buffy's gut twist and there was a knife stab in her chest. She hated outright lying to him. Through everything she tried to keep a small measure of the truth in her lies. There was no way to directly answer his question and not have it be an outright lie. The school she taught at didn't care if she was certified to teach. She was damn good and the boys liked taking classes from her. They were happy.

"Just call me Ms. Summers," Buffy half smiled at him. "No spending the night away from you for a long time." She shifted, wiggling a little closer.

"So tell me about visiting your parents and are the left overs for me 'cause I snuck a peek at them but I didn't want to scarf them down without talking to you first."

"They're for you. But I get a bite of the tiramisu... and you can have the rest." Danny told her. He shrugged just slightly. "Was alright. The Messer family's handlin' everything in grand Messer style."

"I'll share the tiramisu with you. You can have more than a bite," Buffy smiled softly at him. She nodded in semi-understanding and leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw. The bruise there was gone but she kissed that particular place anyway. "And you're handling it in Danny style. I like Danny style better," she told him as she ran a hand through his hair, sending it every direction.

He ducked his head, letting her mess with his hair. "My dad says he'll take care of it... no clue what he's gonna do. Don't really wanna know."

Buffy kept running her fingers through his hair. She tilted her head up and brushed a kiss over his temple. "Yeah...not knowing is good. I know it's gotta bother you though. Maybe it'll be over soon. One way or the other."

"Ahhh... It's my family. Says he's takin' care of the guys who beat up Louie too." Danny commented, waitin' to see how Buffy reacted to that.

"Good," Buffy said. It sort of slipped out and she winced at herself. "I just mean..." she trailed off and shook her head. "I mean...Good."

He lifted his head again to look at her. After a moment he nodded at her. "Yeah... good."

Buffy leaned forward and kissed Danny's temple then rested her forehead against it. "You should probably know that if it wouldn't turn me into someone I don't want to be, I'd be the front runner in the 'taking care of it' group.I'm a violent girl."

"Least you got somethin' to channel violence into, y'know?" Danny offered. "Got the self defense classes. I swear sometimes... before there was one in my apartment, I used to just go into a gym just to find a punchin' bag. Get so angry sometimes... like... it all boils up inside of me and has nowhere to go." He hadn't meant to be so open, to reveal that layer, but the words were out there now.

"Wanna spar?" Buffy asked. "Because I'm fucked up enough that it's a total turn on but you can also just wail on the bag if you want. That's pretty hot too."

"Spar? You're gonna kick my ass, Summers." A corner of his lips lifted just slightly.

"I'll take it easy on you," Buffy half smiled him. She ruffled her hand through his hair.

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