Intimacy
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She didn’t know how long they had been wrapped up in each other’s embrace, sharing soft kisses, when he finally pulled away, his eyes wide when they met hers.

“But yesterday-“

“Yesterday I was stupid. And I thought…I don’t even know what I was thinking.”

She leant into him again, needing to taste him again. He pushed her away gently though after only a few short moments, his eyes soft as he looked down at her in wonder.

“I can’t let you do this to me again, love. It’ll kill me.”

“It won’t be like last time,” she whispered, her finger tracing his jaw.

“God, Buffy,” he groaned, pulling her flush against him and kissing her hungrily, his mouth moving expertly against hers. Her fingers twined in his hair as his mouth dropped to her neck, setting her skin alight with soft kisses.

“Stay with me.”

“Always,” he murmured, his mouth finding hers again in another tender kiss.

She parted from him, gasping for breath as hazel eyes met blue.

“Stay with me tonight,” she breathed.

“Buffy,” he got out hesitantly.

“We don’t have to…Just stay with me.”

His eyes were burning into her, seeing right into her and she wanted to close her eyes against the invasion- but instead she kept them open, her eyes pleading his. Finally, after an achingly long pause, he bent his head and kissed her again, his arms winding round her and holding her tight against him.



“Why did it take us so long to do this?” she murmured, her head buried against his chest as they lay curled up together on her bed. He said nothing but held her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he brushed his hand over her hair.

“Change that,” she said, pulling back to meet his gaze, “Why did it take me so long to figure this out?”

“You tell me,” he answered with a soft smile, running his fingers down over her arm and linking them with hers.

“Because I’m stupid stupid Buffy?”

He smiled again and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Not stupid at all,” he whispered, pressing a kiss next to her cheek.

“You’re just saying that,” she murmured just as his lips found hers again.

His fingers threaded through her hair, holding her mouth close as he teased her with barely-there kisses. She let out a little sigh and sank against him, finally letting herself enjoy his tenderness, his softness. She stretched out a little, brushing her bare feet against his- and pulling back with a laugh.

“What?”

“Your feet are cold!” she giggled.

He laughed and hugged her against him.

“Love, most of me is cold.”

“We better warm you up then,” she commented with a laugh, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly.

“My favourite kind of heating. Buffy heating.”


Some hours later they still hadn’t moved- they were still fully dressed, curled up on her bed. She sighed and rested her head under his chin, her fingers tracing over him. How could she have been so blind for so long? Now she was going to make up for it all though.

“Tell me about William.”

He groaned and she laughed, her cheek resting over his unbeating heart.

“Not much to tell.”

“That means there’s juicy gossip that you don’t want to share.”

He laughed and trailed his fingers across her back, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Sure I can’t distract you from that subject?”

“Oh I’m sure you could,” she murmured, laughing as she turned her head to look at him, “But I don’t want you to.”

She gave him her widest smile and he sighed, closing his eyes as he leant back against her pillows.

“He was a poet,” he mumbled.

“A poet?! You wrote poetry?!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“No," he answered quickly, eyes opening to fix on hers, "He wrote poetry.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes soft.

“And you’re nothing like him, I’m sure.”

He narrowed his eyes but pulled her to him, catching her lips in a hungry kiss.



“We’re going to do it right this time,” she whispered, not for the first time that evening, “I’m not going to hide from this. From you. I promise.”

“I believe you, love,” he murmured, his mouth buried against her hair as he held her tight.

“I don’t know why. I don’t know why you even like me.”

“None of that,” he warned, pulling back to look at her, his fingers brushing through her hair, “You’re perfect.”

She frowned at him, shaking her head a little to disagree.

“M’not.”

“All I could ever want,” he murmured, seemingly ignoring her words as his fingers coasted over her cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoying the whisper-like touches he was bestowing upon her and letting out a little sigh of contentment.

“You won’t change your mind tomorrow?” he asked lowly, and her eyes flew open to meet a gaze full of vulnerability.

“No,” she answered firmly, “I should have done this weeks ago.”

“You’re sure this is what you want?” he questioned, still unsure.

“Yes,” she answered with a soft smile, trailing her fingers over his neck and leaning up to brush her lips over his, “God, yes.”