TITLE: Training Session
AUTHOR: Amberina
E-MAIL: amberflower426@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Dawn/Connor
SPOILERS: none really
SUMMARY: Connor helps Dawn train.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never was, never will be (probably.)
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
ARCHIVING: SU, UCSL, all list archives. Anyone else, please ask.
TRAINING SESSION
By Amberina
He smells like cinnamon and dirt. That is the first thought in my head as he wraps his arms around me. Spicy and earthy and warm and good. His skin is smooth against mine, and soft, like baby powder or the finest silk and I instictively snuggle in closer to him. His arms are strong but lean, his body thin but powerful and he feels so good so close to me. He guides my hand slowly, showing me how to swing the sword, which I so know how to do already. This thought pulls me out of my reverie and I pull away from him.
"Connor, God, I'm not a total idiot. I know how to swing the freakin' sword."
The corners of his mouth twitch slightly like he wants to smile but knows he shouldn't. I really don't see why he shouldn't though. It's be nice to see him smile for a change. "What would you like to learn?" He says it diplomatically, which I know is killing him. He swings the sword around and around lazily, slowly approaching me. His gaze is fixed and determined, and I know what to do.
I grab another sword off the wall and poise it in front of me, in the fight stance that Buffy taught me. "Come on, I'm ready for you."
Connor's mouth upturns in a steady predatory grin and that is so not the smile I was going for, but it works for now. He matches my stance and we square off, slowly going in circles around each other, watching for the other's next move.
Finally, he strikes out first, being the more aggressive of us, but I quickly block it. "Haha, try again," I say with a laugh. But he does try again, and he comes so close to hitting me, I think maybe I should keep my mouth shut. I jump out of the way quickly, though, and take a split second to thank my reflexes before striking out at him.
He's close to blocking it, so close. But he doesn't, and instead my sword slices across his shoulder.
He looks stunned for a moment, raising his hand to his shoulder, and then bringing it into his line of sight. Blood coats his fingers.
"I - I'm sorry," I stammer. "I didn't mean to - it - "
He places his sword onto the table in the corner, never saying a word, and grabs up some paper towels, tearing a few off and pressing them to his shoulder. Blood quickly soaks through them, so he gets some more.
He still hasn't said anything. "I'm sorry. Connor - "
He turns around, a calm look on his face. "It wasn't your fault."
Yeah true. But still. "I'm sorry."
"Okay," he says simply.
"You're not mad?" I say tentatively, walking over to him, my sword long dropped to the floor.
"Why would I be?"
I shrug, and glance at his wound. Boy there's a lot of blood.
He looks it me, and as if reading my thoughts, says, "It'll heal."
I still feel bad though. "You want to go for ice cream?"
He studies me for a moment, and finally a smile breaks his perpetual straight face. "Okay."
Ah - I always thought he'd have a nice smile. I was right. Without thinking, I lean in and kiss him. A short kiss, but - a kiss.
The silence hangs between us until he finally says, "I like rocky road."
And I just have to laugh. "I'm a mint chocolate chip girl myself."
"I'll have to try that."
"You should, it's really good."
The End
AUTHOR: Amberina
E-MAIL: amberflower426@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Dawn/Connor
SPOILERS: none really
SUMMARY: Connor helps Dawn train.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never was, never will be (probably.)
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
ARCHIVING: SU, UCSL, all list archives. Anyone else, please ask.
TRAINING SESSION
By Amberina
He smells like cinnamon and dirt. That is the first thought in my head as he wraps his arms around me. Spicy and earthy and warm and good. His skin is smooth against mine, and soft, like baby powder or the finest silk and I instictively snuggle in closer to him. His arms are strong but lean, his body thin but powerful and he feels so good so close to me. He guides my hand slowly, showing me how to swing the sword, which I so know how to do already. This thought pulls me out of my reverie and I pull away from him.
"Connor, God, I'm not a total idiot. I know how to swing the freakin' sword."
The corners of his mouth twitch slightly like he wants to smile but knows he shouldn't. I really don't see why he shouldn't though. It's be nice to see him smile for a change. "What would you like to learn?" He says it diplomatically, which I know is killing him. He swings the sword around and around lazily, slowly approaching me. His gaze is fixed and determined, and I know what to do.
I grab another sword off the wall and poise it in front of me, in the fight stance that Buffy taught me. "Come on, I'm ready for you."
Connor's mouth upturns in a steady predatory grin and that is so not the smile I was going for, but it works for now. He matches my stance and we square off, slowly going in circles around each other, watching for the other's next move.
Finally, he strikes out first, being the more aggressive of us, but I quickly block it. "Haha, try again," I say with a laugh. But he does try again, and he comes so close to hitting me, I think maybe I should keep my mouth shut. I jump out of the way quickly, though, and take a split second to thank my reflexes before striking out at him.
He's close to blocking it, so close. But he doesn't, and instead my sword slices across his shoulder.
He looks stunned for a moment, raising his hand to his shoulder, and then bringing it into his line of sight. Blood coats his fingers.
"I - I'm sorry," I stammer. "I didn't mean to - it - "
He places his sword onto the table in the corner, never saying a word, and grabs up some paper towels, tearing a few off and pressing them to his shoulder. Blood quickly soaks through them, so he gets some more.
He still hasn't said anything. "I'm sorry. Connor - "
He turns around, a calm look on his face. "It wasn't your fault."
Yeah true. But still. "I'm sorry."
"Okay," he says simply.
"You're not mad?" I say tentatively, walking over to him, my sword long dropped to the floor.
"Why would I be?"
I shrug, and glance at his wound. Boy there's a lot of blood.
He looks it me, and as if reading my thoughts, says, "It'll heal."
I still feel bad though. "You want to go for ice cream?"
He studies me for a moment, and finally a smile breaks his perpetual straight face. "Okay."
Ah - I always thought he'd have a nice smile. I was right. Without thinking, I lean in and kiss him. A short kiss, but - a kiss.
The silence hangs between us until he finally says, "I like rocky road."
And I just have to laugh. "I'm a mint chocolate chip girl myself."
"I'll have to try that."
"You should, it's really good."
The End