Belonging (1/1)
Buffy glanced around at her belongings. A meagre collection, but hers nevertheless. She can't forget the earthquake, swallowing the town whole. Since then, she hadn't felt the need for material possessions.
They had scattered like rabbits, pardon the pun, in the aftermath. Unable, or unwilling, to face the future together. Time would draw them back again, already, she was itching to see Will, say hi, smile over a frappunico.
Glancing at the figure stirring beside her, Buffy wondered how they had managed to become friends, lovers, companions. Time had changed them, she mused, they weren't who they once were. Traces of the past shone through, but not enough.
For some reason, Cordy made Buffy feel safe. Maybe it had something to do with the fact they were warriors, they had a bond, but in a strange way, it made Buffy feel safe, the safest she's been, felt, in five years.
Stirring, Cordy blinked the sleepiness away, finding herself staring into green eyes. A slow smile spread across her face. "Hey," Cordy whispered, reaching out to touch Buffy's cheek, lightly running her fingers through strands of blonde, leaning in to kiss soft lips.
Buffy allowed herself to drown in the wave of sensations that followed, the kiss, it was electric. Between them, they still had some power.
"What were you thinking about?" Cordy asked, concern alighting brown eyes, fingers distractly making their way over soft skin. It was some of that power that let Cordy realise, an instinct, when something was wrong, or not quite right.
"Sunnydale, I guess, you, you've made quite an impression on me," Buffy quietly finished. Happiness glowing in her features, Cordy smiled back, she belonged, the feeling was crystal clear.
Wrapping herself in skin and lips, Buffy felt she didn't need possessions, she belonged, right where she was, with her kindred spirit.
Buffy glanced around at her belongings. A meagre collection, but hers nevertheless. She can't forget the earthquake, swallowing the town whole. Since then, she hadn't felt the need for material possessions.
They had scattered like rabbits, pardon the pun, in the aftermath. Unable, or unwilling, to face the future together. Time would draw them back again, already, she was itching to see Will, say hi, smile over a frappunico.
Glancing at the figure stirring beside her, Buffy wondered how they had managed to become friends, lovers, companions. Time had changed them, she mused, they weren't who they once were. Traces of the past shone through, but not enough.
For some reason, Cordy made Buffy feel safe. Maybe it had something to do with the fact they were warriors, they had a bond, but in a strange way, it made Buffy feel safe, the safest she's been, felt, in five years.
Stirring, Cordy blinked the sleepiness away, finding herself staring into green eyes. A slow smile spread across her face. "Hey," Cordy whispered, reaching out to touch Buffy's cheek, lightly running her fingers through strands of blonde, leaning in to kiss soft lips.
Buffy allowed herself to drown in the wave of sensations that followed, the kiss, it was electric. Between them, they still had some power.
"What were you thinking about?" Cordy asked, concern alighting brown eyes, fingers distractly making their way over soft skin. It was some of that power that let Cordy realise, an instinct, when something was wrong, or not quite right.
"Sunnydale, I guess, you, you've made quite an impression on me," Buffy quietly finished. Happiness glowing in her features, Cordy smiled back, she belonged, the feeling was crystal clear.
Wrapping herself in skin and lips, Buffy felt she didn't need possessions, she belonged, right where she was, with her kindred spirit.