He could feel her eyes on him...he thought...just that feeling, the draw...and he would turn to look not knowing why and she would be looking at Dawn...or talking to Willow or lecturing one of the S.I.T’s...and he would shrug it off...or press a look to her until she turned to look and he would think to her ‘do you need me?’ and she would nod an almost imperceptible ‘yes’ and he would stay or an almost shake ‘no’ and he would go.
And then, and then, there were those times when he would feel her eyes on him...her warmth seeking a hello from his heart and he would turn to look...and she would be watching him...and didn’t look away...just holding still....eyes wide and calm and a little...surprised...like she was seeing something new in him...feeling something new in her...and he...he would hold the look, his heart wanting to hammer and fear too...hold the look and look into her and...she didn’t look away, but the world did. It would just fall away and leave them alone for moment while they discovered each other.
She would come into a room and sit or stand next to him...and if she was running too, too hot he would cool her down....and if he was having nightmares that left him cold...she would warm him up. Everyone noticed her preference for his company...of course they did but she was oblivious...or didn’t care...
Something was different...something had changed, was changing...and he...he was afraid...she took his hand and kissed his palm and placed it on her upper chest over soul...and he saw himself in her. And he felt the thing beneath the thing of them sing. His heart in her body...the love in her soul.
Buffy...Buffy was filled with love...for him....
Some...something was changing
Her hands were trembling...she inched her hands up his arms while looking into his eyes...inched up to his elbow smooth warm current sending frissions where she touched him. She inched her way as if the newness was a challenge to her too...but her clear warm eyes held no doubt...just a little fear that he might turn away.
She pulled him against her chest...she opened her shirt so her naked flesh was pressed to his heart.
He wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him and lowered his face into the crook of her neck and drank her in. She buried her face next to his like a shy kitten turning away from the world. The girls wandered through the kitchen around them, Dawn, and Xander was there but they stayed there trembling, breathing life into each others weak places...
And the thing he had always felt could be between them...finally, finally feeding them both to overflowing....
And she whispers
‘There is another way...we are going to win...’
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