Damsel in Distress, My Ass

Coney Island was a great idea. In so many ways Buffy was still very much a tourist in New York City. Danny had gotten home keyed up and as was Buffy so they'd decided on Coney Island. Buffy had thrown on a pair of dark denim capris and a slate blue sweater that slid off her shoulders. She'd put her hair in pigtails and thrown on a pair of silver puma tennis shoes. Now they were standing in line for The Cyclone. Buffy was bouncing on the balls of her feet. She squeezed Danny's hand and leaned over to kiss the side of his neck.

"It's been years and years since I've been on a roller coaster."