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WHO:

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WHERE: Buffy's Apartment
WHEN: Sunday Night
WARNINGS: .... this will undoubtedly be updated, but we'll start out with the obvious dating shenanigan warnings :|
SUMMARY: Lol Buffy and Peter have a sleepover (pokerface)
FORMAT: para? actionspam? we give no fucks

Getting off work late always meant he was running a little high on adrenaline to begin with, but considering he was going to go see Buffy after they'd become official along with having spent a few days apart-- well, none of that really helped take the edge off. He almost had to laugh; when had it gotten to the point where going a few days without seeing her made him feel as if he was missing something? It was something he hadn't wanted to think too much about before, but now that they had at long last put a name to what this was, he couldn't help but confront it.

Even then, he had to shake his head at himself. He'd tried so hard not to form connections out of fear, and look where he'd ended up. In the same place he always did; pitifully attached. Not that it had turned out so badly this time.

The walk to Buffy's house was quickly becoming a well worn one, not that Peter thought he could manage it in his sleep quite yet. But he made the walk quickly enough, telling himself once or twice that maybe he should keep his exuberancy in check, lest he end up looking a little bit ridiculous for getting there too quickly.

But he was knocking on her apartment door soon enough, gently just in case her roommate had gone to bed. It wasn't exactly the earliest in the evening anymore and Peter's gaze fell to the floor underneath him as he waited.

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She had just barely closed the door behind them when he knock came. Still, looking weary and hair sloppy, she couldn't help the smile that rose automatically. "Tara..." she started, a little ominous sounding at the beginning though she was still smiling through. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Throwing her duffel from Magic*Con on the floor, she flips around to open the door, obviously knowing who's on the other side. "Peter," she greets warmly, only pausing a moment before going to hug him. But then she's pulling away before she can get caught up in his scent, shoving her fingers into the back pockets of her jeans and inclining her head for Peter to come in. "This is my ..boyfriend."

Tara's interest flares immediately. "Okay." She hadn't really met many of Buffy's new friends minus of course Zatanna, the fellow magic user and Angel, the souled vampire Willow mentioned in passing who hardly counted at all. Being Tara never would think to ask about it unless it became important. The fact that Buffy was sharing this freely with her was a pleasant surprise. That was something she could use after Dawn left.

She sets down her things and folds her hands in front of her. The witch smiles at warmly at the man who steps inside. Though Tara has her suspicions before it was nice to see her with someone. One of them should be enjoying their love lives here after all. Just from a first glance he seemed nice enough. "Hi." She unfolds her hands to offer a small wave. "I'm Tara. It's nice to meet you."

Admittedly, Peter hadn't been expecting a meet and greet with Buffy's roommate, not that he minded one either. As long as super soaker's weren't involved, he doubted it could go all that badly.

Smiling back warmly, Peter lifted a hand to offer up a return wave and a slight nod of the head. "Hey, you too." Gaze flicking momentarily to Buffy, he shuts the door behind himself before toeing off his shoes by the door. Turning back around, his hands had already made their way back into his own pockets, trying to keep from being overly awkward in the face of a.. well, potentially awkward situation. Peter wasn't used to this anymore, being introduced as someone's boyfriend, and he was trying to keep from making too much of a fool of himself.

"Have a good time at the convention?"

"Oh...yeah. Plenty of magicy stuff. I'm sure Tara had more fun than I did, since that's... her area. But it was good. Good magic fun for the whole.....family." As usual she had rambled herself into a hole.

"Do you want anything? Um. Iced tea or - something?" She felt so lame.

Tara shifts her weight. She has an awkward but, cheerful way about her as always. "Yeah it was great. I wouldn't have missed it for the world... or I would have if that was actually a problem anymore." Not having the end of the world scenarios looming over her head was a nice change.

"Oh." She glances over at Buffy. "Do you want me to make some late night snacks? You could catch up with Peter... and I can take care of the drinks too. If you want. Uh- I don't know if she usually makes your iced tea," she explains to Peter. This was going well.

"I don't really know if she's ever had the opportunity to make my iced tea," Peter almost laughed, clearing his throat instead with a suppressed grin before glancing between the two of them, though his gaze lingered on Buffy for a moment or two longer. No matter the slight awkwardness, after everything with Topher, Peter couldn't help but appreciate how much easier this felt.

"But yeah, sure. I'd take some iced tea. Last thing I had to eat was stale coffee."

Buffy couldn't help the eyeroll, though it's turning into a quick grateful look at Tara. "Thanks." She offers a hand to Peter, pulling him gently over to the couch where they can talk for what feels like the first time in a million years. It's more like 72 hours. Probably less.

"Iced tea and snacks coming up." Tara shuffles off to the kitchen with an awkward smile. Try not to do anything too crazy kids. She's going to drag her feet on these.

Look, Peter's capable of showing restraint, okay. He even tosses Tara another wave before he takes Buffy's hand, plopping down onto the couch and pulling her closer before he can even think to do anything else. "You doing okay?" That restraint however, does not include nuzzling.

She's sighing against his cheek, eyes squeezing shut a moment. "Better now."

"You sure?" Tipping his face to press a kiss to her temple, it's the closest he can get to admitting he was worried without actually saying it.

"I've done a lot of talking this weekend. But it's nice to just ..sit. Not talk." A beat. "Not that I don't want to talk -- to you. You know what I mean... right?"

Smiling hesitantly, he just barely stopped a laugh. "I know what you mean." Pressing a kiss to the corner of Buffy's mouth, he made a quiet sound, sighing more to himself than anything. "How long do you think snacks are gonna take?"

"It might be a while," she admitted softly, pushing her forehead in against Peter's. "Why?" Her eyes lit with something like mischief, but mostly she'd just missed Peter like Hell. More than Hell, actually.

He gives an innocent enough shrug, pressing in for a quick kiss and pulling back an inch only to stop himself before he can turn it into anything more. "Just wondering." He wasn't about to start anything too obscene, not with Tara in the other room. But he could gather Buffy up and pull her in close, well aware that she didn't have the kindest of weekends.

She rested there, nosing in against his jaw. It meant everything just to have him here now. "I missed you like ..a missing thing," Buffy whispers, tangling a hand in his shirt and trying to scoot a little closer. "They could make milk cartons."

"Good thing I wasn't really missing enough for a mik carton." Voice dropped low, hushed against her ear, Peter slides a hand under the back of her shirt, touch more comforting than anything else. "I was worried about you."

Despite the innocence of the shift, Buffy shudders, only curling further against him. "I'm fine."

All he can really do for the time being is sigh, resting his cheek against her hair while he rubs small, smoothing circles against her back. "Yeah, I know. You keep saying that."

"You're here. What more could I want." It doesn't sound very convincing, even as she presses her lips against Peter's cheek. She just needs a minute to soak up his scent and his warmth, that's all. If she could only convince herself now.

"Nothing?" Peter didn't even know if that was a real question or not. Maybe it was a rhetorical one, but he wasn't going to spend time thinking about it, tipping his face into the kiss before he pressed an equally lingering one against the top of her head, carefully holding himself back.

Also leaning into the touch, Buffy sighed again. "Maybe it was best it happened when there were plenty of shiny distractions. Zatanna got me cake. And something called a long island iced tea."

Peter snorts, he can't help it, before quickly covering up the sound and nuzzling into Buffy's hair. "Hopefully she didn't make it too strong? Or should that be a hopefully she did..." If Peter could pull her in even closer he would, doing his best to be comforting though it hardly feels like enough, "You made it through the weekend. That's something."

"You know Zee..." She was trying desperately to burrow closer despite there being no space left to do so. Tara sure was taking a long time with snacks.

Tara could take as long as she wanted as far as Peter was concerned, and he was quickly starting to forget they weren't the only ones here. "So you had to have somebody carry you back to the hotel room?" He almost laughed, quietly against the top of her head, obviously teasing.

Buffy was far from complaining, even if she drew back a second to smack him on the arm. "We were drinking in her hotel room. No carryage necessary."

He smiles faintly before tugging her back in close. "Good to know."

"There's only one person I want carrying drunk me anyway." She nudged in against his ear, settling finally in by his side. "And it's not Zatanna."

"I'm always happy to carry you anywhere." Trying to dampen a slight shiver from her voice against his ear, Peter cleared his throat, looking sideways over at her, "Drunk or not."

Edited 2011-09-17 19:03 (UTC)

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