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

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