A.N.: Tag to Chosen, just kinda came to me (shocking isn't it: P) Spuffy of course. Drabble
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He'd had a whole bleeding speech worked out in his head. He'd practiced it, written it out, and thought it was brilliant. And then…she clasped her hand to his, her dainty, unbelievably strong hand and it had all flown out of his head. His eyes flitted to their hands, face showing shock as the flame curled up over the joined digits. He met her eyes, unable to say anything as she took one heaving breath, drawing his attention to the pain etched into her face. A small grin, beautiful, stretches on her mouth as her lips part to utter what he had always wished he would hear from her. "I love you." Those three words shatter everything he has ever felt for her, destroy the definition he had of love before. He is on fire with the emotion consuming him, trying to think of a response he could offer her…everything he can think of pales in comparison. "About sodding time." "I love you too." "Funny you should say that." "Thank you." "More than Angel?" So many thoughts are flooding his mind, so many promises in her statement he is staggered. He briefly remembers their predicament, the devastation that is falling all around them. Pain is pinching his insides; her fingers are tightening just so on his….his mind is made up. Save the girl. He tries to tell her to "get out of here" to "save herself"; all that comes out of his mouth is "No you don't, but thanks for saying it." She doesn't look surprised. She looks like she is going to speak…a rumble shakes their hands apart, fear and worry crosses her face, he yells out "Now, go!" Slayer instinct takes over; she flees to fight another day. He thinks to his Slayer, his lovely, infuriating, stubborn, bitchy, kind, vulnerable, wonderful Buffy. She would be safe, he had saved the girl. A grin curls on his lips. "I wanna see how it ends."
A.w.: I'm baaaaaaaack. Look for more from me soon!