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whattingawhat) wrote2008-07-07 10:42 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-07-07 10:42 pm
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I promise you... I'll [Come back and get you]
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stillacrime and still_brooding that can be found here
I knew him another way
I knew him another day
In some ways he’d forgotten me
In many ways he got to me
She can’t sleep and it’s no wonder. She didn’t expect to sleep at all so the hour or so she grabbed just after midnight were a surprise. She’d woken with a start and now she’s staring into the darkness. She’s curled up next to Danny, one leg thrown over his as her fingers trace patterns on his skin and her chin rests against his shoulder. Angel is in the other room lying on the couch and she knows he’s not sleeping. She’s pretty sure she can see the flicker of the television underneath the door. The only thing that keeps her from getting up to go sit with him is that if the situations were reversed, she’d be jealous, hurt and pretty insane. Insane in the way that she would break the ex-girlfriend in question, regardless of whom she was. Danny’s accepted all of this so much better than she would have. All of this being, of course, Angel.
Buffy watches Danny sleep a little while longer and then dips her head to press a kiss against his shoulder. She bites him lightly and moves one hand down to tickle his stomach. She presses her fingertips against his hipbone and then trails them up his side. Danny is notoriously hard to wake up. He mumbles something in his sleep and tries to pull her closer. She scoots out of the way, sitting up a little then moving so that she’s more hovering over him. She dips her head again and bites the curve of his neck, harder this time.
“Ahhh, Sunshine…time to wake up already?” he says with a yawn.
“No,” she pouts in preparation for being told to go back to sleep. Buffy’s a forward thinker, or she just likes to pout because she thinks the whole situation warrants like a week of pouting. “But I’m bored and I can’t sleep. I promise you can sleep on the plane tomorrow. Wake up and talk to me?”
“Talkin’? That’s what you got in mind?” Danny asks, a crooked grin curving his lips.
“I’ll take distraction in general. I can’t go in the living room and watch informercials and they’re not any fun to watch without you anyway. I always order things, speaking of which, we’ve got more knives on the way. Ginshu…or something…another brand I think because the Ginshu knives are crap. But I’m going to put them in the weapons chest because I think death by paring knife would be funny. Only not for me. For the baddies.”
“Summers, just kiss me.”
“Oh! I can do that,” Buffy grins and leans in to kiss him. “We have to be really quiet,” she whispers when the kiss breaks. He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he pulls her back into a kiss. He may not have known her as long as some people in the apartment tonight but he’s figured out how to shut her up.
stillacrime and still_brooding that can be found here I knew him another way
I knew him another day
In some ways he’d forgotten me
In many ways he got to me
She can’t sleep and it’s no wonder. She didn’t expect to sleep at all so the hour or so she grabbed just after midnight were a surprise. She’d woken with a start and now she’s staring into the darkness. She’s curled up next to Danny, one leg thrown over his as her fingers trace patterns on his skin and her chin rests against his shoulder. Angel is in the other room lying on the couch and she knows he’s not sleeping. She’s pretty sure she can see the flicker of the television underneath the door. The only thing that keeps her from getting up to go sit with him is that if the situations were reversed, she’d be jealous, hurt and pretty insane. Insane in the way that she would break the ex-girlfriend in question, regardless of whom she was. Danny’s accepted all of this so much better than she would have. All of this being, of course, Angel.
Buffy watches Danny sleep a little while longer and then dips her head to press a kiss against his shoulder. She bites him lightly and moves one hand down to tickle his stomach. She presses her fingertips against his hipbone and then trails them up his side. Danny is notoriously hard to wake up. He mumbles something in his sleep and tries to pull her closer. She scoots out of the way, sitting up a little then moving so that she’s more hovering over him. She dips her head again and bites the curve of his neck, harder this time.
“Ahhh, Sunshine…time to wake up already?” he says with a yawn.
“No,” she pouts in preparation for being told to go back to sleep. Buffy’s a forward thinker, or she just likes to pout because she thinks the whole situation warrants like a week of pouting. “But I’m bored and I can’t sleep. I promise you can sleep on the plane tomorrow. Wake up and talk to me?”
“Talkin’? That’s what you got in mind?” Danny asks, a crooked grin curving his lips.
“I’ll take distraction in general. I can’t go in the living room and watch informercials and they’re not any fun to watch without you anyway. I always order things, speaking of which, we’ve got more knives on the way. Ginshu…or something…another brand I think because the Ginshu knives are crap. But I’m going to put them in the weapons chest because I think death by paring knife would be funny. Only not for me. For the baddies.”
“Summers, just kiss me.”
“Oh! I can do that,” Buffy grins and leans in to kiss him. “We have to be really quiet,” she whispers when the kiss breaks. He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he pulls her back into a kiss. He may not have known her as long as some people in the apartment tonight but he’s figured out how to shut her up.