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WHO:

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WHERE: Whiskey's place, like usual
WHEN: Last night 8D
WARNINGS: will update if necessary? but none to start with, except for DATING DRAMAZ
SUMMARY: Buffy comes over to talk to Peter after her..... week long disappearance.
FORMAT: spaaaam

[ Though he'd been trying to distract himself while he waited for Buffy to show up, it seemed to be a hopeless endeavor. Staring into the depths of his cup of coffee, Peter had tried reading the paper, watching a movie; hell, he'd even tried pacing endlessly. But nothing seemed to cut back the hefty weight of concern.

He was bad at this, he knew he was. The last two women he'd dated made him wary of his every action and reaction, not to mention his most recent transgressions with Adam. But when he got right down to it, Peter knew he just wasn't sure how to go about dealing with this. He was hardy capable of telling his mother when he got upset with her, how was he supposed to tell Buffy?

It would have been easy to come up with a million and a half excuses, and he could, but it all came back to the same fact where he simply didn't want to lose her. Not in a number of different ways. But that didn't mean it hadn't stung, in a way. Mostly, he'd just been trying not to think about it at all.

But with the knock on the door, Peter knew not thinking about it wasn't going to be an option much longer. Setting down his coffee as he meandered his way out of the kitchen, Peter was pulling open the door a second later, free hand wrapped around himself. ]

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I don't know, I can't fix everything. [ But he keeps his hand where it is, coming up with a faint smile of his own. ]

I'm not trying to keep you here because of me, Buffy. It's Los Vegas, I can see the appeal. And you thought it was gonna help, can't argue with that.

But it didn't. Help. [Her hand found its way back to his seemingly without her notice.] This does. You..do.

Buffy, I just- I want you to know i'm here for you. [ He offered up a firm squeeze to her hand, almost inclined to pull her closer if the table wasn't in the way. ] Whatever you need. Even if that's just takeout. Hope you know I can still do that.

Is that offer good like, right now? Food might be ...an idea. [Buffy smiles suddenly, getting up to round the table without letting their fingers become disentangled.]

Course It is. I could call for delivery. [ Shifting his chair back away from the table slightly, he smiled a bit up at her, just happy to see her smiling again. ]

In a minute. [she proclaimed, draping herself over his lap, their still joined hands resting on her thigh as she leaned in. a part of her was still terrified that Peter would remember he was angry, but it couldn't stop her from taking what comfort she could from his presence, moving in for a firm kiss.]

[ Peter was far more interested in settling Buffy against him with a hand around her waist, tipping his face up into the kiss. Any distant fog of his own irritations over what had happened had dissipated, and besides, he wanted this more, letting go of an almost necessary sigh against her mouth. ]

[She smiled at that soft sound, her other hand moving to his cheek as she began a series of short, staccato kisses.] I missed you. So much.

[ Fingers playing lightly at her waist, Peter couldn't help trying to pull her in the slightest bit closer, Buffy's words suddenly hitting him hard as he tried to sneak in a few of his own between her kisses. ]

Missed you too. Worried you'd been sent back.

[Breaking the kiss for just a second, Buffy tried to catch her breath against his cheek] You can't get rid of me that easily.

Believe me, i'm not trying to. [ Tipping his head down to nose at her shoulder, Peter just breaths her in, all too content to wrap himself up in her while he has the chance to. ]

[Buffy wraps her arms around his shoulders, nestling her head under his chin.] I have to go see Will tonight. I can't really do any more of the putting off than I already have.

[ Peter turns carefully quiet for a few seconds while he rubs her back, breathing against her hair. ] You should go talk to her, then. We can do dinner some other time.

We could go out? This weekend. [There's an obvious smile in her voice, kissing his ear softly. But then she's sobering, clinging to him that much more.]

I've never had much of a chance to be scared of anything. I mean, me Slayer. Bumps in the night are my specialty. I just bump back. But I can't... stake words like little, word-shaped vampires.

As much as I wish I could.

[ He nods in agreement before simply listening, shifting slightly so he can look at her sideways.

Giving her a bit of he nudge, he leaned in, kissing her nose. ] Hey, maybe if you pretended she was a vampire while you were talking to her, it'd make it easier. Like what they tell you when you give a presentation in front of the class. But different.

Um... [she muffled a sudden laugh against his neck, drawing up to look at him, a bit tearful.] When you compare it to school, it really doesn't lower the intimidation factor.

Oh and there's the thing where I usually don't talk to vampires about my feelings. [Okay so that was just a bald-faced lie. But the ones she planned on killing, anyway...]

Fine, any presentation. [ He snorted, looking a bit sheepish. Yes, he was aware that comparison in no way worked whatsoever, GOD, he'd never claimed to be good at this. ]

But that wasn't- [ Giving his head a shake to brush aside his previous words, he sighs. ] Not like i'm any better at the talking thing. And it's not any easier when it's someone you're close to, I get it.

[ Looking back up at her, he settled a palm against her cheek, trying to go back to being serious. ] You don't have to be the brave to just talk to her. And you don't have to say all the right things, you already know it's not gonna fix itself right away. Actually talking's a step in the right direction though, and that's all you can do.

[Nodding against his hand, she brings up hers to close around it.] I don't know what even to say. I can't forgive her for something she hasn't done yet.

Can't blame her for something she hasn't done yet, either. Doesn't mean you're not going to, though- believe me, I get it. [ Lacing his fingers with hers, he just.. looks apologetic. ] You'll get through it.

[Buffy brushes her lips over the back of Peter's hand, looking obviously pained.] It should be a happy thing, having my best friend here.

It will be. Just give it some time.