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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"You really do," Buffy said quietly. "Just as long as you take me both ways." She'd stopped picking at her hands and was fiddling with the hem of his tee shirt.

"I wouldn't be so in like with you if I wasn't in like with all of you, right?" He reasoned. "I take you all ways."

Buffy looked up at Danny for a second, watching him. She tucked a strand of hair that had freed itself from her braids behind her ear as she watched him, probably a moment too long. The urge to tell him tickled just underneath her skin again and she rubbed a fingertip across one of her knuckles like she could wear the place smooth. She nodded and looked back down to her hands.

"That's the myth. To really love someone you have to love all of them...not just the good pieces," she answered, her voice quiet. "Like...love...whatever."

"Sometimes myths can be fun to explore, yeah?" Danny asked, worried about her calling what he had just said a myth.

Buffy nodded at his comment without any hesitation. She wished her hair was down so it'd give her something to fiddle with so she reached up and started undoing the pigtails, almost frantically, her fingers working at them. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop acting near hysterical.

"It's just-I mean-Yes. What happens if it's not enough? If like doesn't go that far or if it can't deal with some things? I sound crazy and I know I sound crazy. I even feel a little crazy because you're here and you're perfect and I just keep picking and pushing and trying to see all the what ifs. I'm sorry. I'll be better tomorrow. Promise. Don't kick me to the curb yet."

Danny furrowed his brow, continuing to hold Buffy close. He stayed quiet though, not sure what to say or that anything he said would be right. He just ran his hand back over her hair.

And the quiet, that was definitely her cue for a subject change. She was making him uncomfortable enough that he wasn't saying anything. She glanced at the TV and back at Danny. "So do you think that the people who buy the juicers actually juice things? I think I'd juice everything for like a week and then it'd sit up in the very top cabinet and get dusty."

He pursed his lips and looked to the television over the top of Buffy's head. "I'm with you. Who uses a juicer when there's beer?"

"Mom's have juicers," Buffy said. She was back to fiddling the hem of Danny's shirt. "My Mom did anyway but she was like...uber Mom. She used to make me fresh squeezed OJ every morning. But I'm not a Mom so no need to order a juicer."

"My mom never had a juicer. You get your oj outta a carton at her house. But if she catched you drinkin' outta said carton... watch out." Danny smirked.

Buffy laughed softly and briefly. "We had carton juice too. Your mom would kill me. I'm bad about drinking juice and milk out of the carton. Even now. I come home, grab the carton and chug some before I put it back."

"Hey, I'm all for doin' it here. Never ever gonna do it at my mom's house. She'd still whoop my butt." He was glad to hear her laugh, even a little.

"Just as long as you don't put it back with like a swallow left or empty," Buffy told him. "No butt whooping here. We're the easy house."

"Hell no, Never leave just a drink." Danny assured her, kissing the top of her head again and smoothing back her hair.

"Dawn does that. I finish working out and I want orange juice, pull the carton out and go to chug. One drop. Then I go threaten to pummel her," Buffy said as she relaxed into his touch. "I love her but she makes me want to strangle her."

He smirked. "Think that's a rule for younger siblings when they're growin' up."

"She still does it now. I think losing Mom so young retarded her emotional growth," Buffy semi rambled. "Did you annoy Louie when you were growing up? And if you don't want me to ask questions about him I won't. Just say the word."

"If I did, he never showed it. He let me tag along and do things like that. Lot's of times he even asked me to come. But he's always been extremely protective of me, I mean like... obsessively so." Danny answered.

"He's a good big brother," Buffy said. She slipped her hand up under Danny's tee shirt and rested her palm against his stomach. "I tried to be good with Dawn. I'm not sure she thinks I was."

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

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