Xander watched Buffy leave from the window to his room. He felt like she was taking a piece of him with her. He wished that she didn't have to go, but understood. He wanted to just pack up and go after her, but remembered his promises to her. To watch after Dawn, Willow, and himself... She had made his heart stop when she asked him that, because it was something that he had longed to hear from her. He had so long wished that she would just fall in love with him. He had never given up hope that one day she might fall in love with him. But he had resigned himself to side kick hood. He was doomed to be her lackey, never her knight in shining armor.

He leaned against the windowsill, the sky was as gloomy as he felt. He pulled on his leather jacket that she had helped him pick out. He wanted to at least see her off at the airport if he couldn't keep her there with him. He walked down the stairs of the boarding house and out into the drizzling day. He pulled the neck of his jacket up and headed down the street, wanting to get her flowers before he hailed a cab.

The rain was coming down steady against the windows of the cab. Buffy sighed softly, looking out the window of the taxi, watching as the boarding house became just a speck on the horizon before disappearing completely. She felt like she was leaving a piece of herself behind. She felt like she should just turn around. She tapped on the glass between her and the taxi driver. "Stop the taxi... I've changed my mind. I want out."

The taxi driver rolled his eyes and pulled over. She shoved a twenty through the slot and said for him to keep the change. She pulled the suitcase behind her on its wheels. She couldn't help running. She felt like she should hurry home to him. She ran a couple of blocks and saw him standing at a flower vendor. She dropped the handle of the suitcase and ran at him full force.

Xander found a nice bouquet of daises... white ones, exactly the ones she would love. He handed them to the woman behind the register and he looked up the street. He saw her running towards him. He put his hand up and walked away from the vendor. He ran towards her, intent on meeting her part way.

Buffy slowed down, and then flung herself into his arms. She kissed him deeply, her fingers entwining themselves into his hair. She held his face where she wanted it, exploring his mouth with hers.

Xander hadn't expected this, but wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. He kissed her back, his tongue exploring her mouth. He had never felt so much before. He felt like he was going to over load from sensation.

Buffy released him from her death grip and let herself slid down so her feet could be on the ground. She looked up and she saw his one beautiful eye searching her face. She caressed his face gently with her hands, cupping it. She rose on her toes and kissed him deeply again, forcing any doubt from his eyes. Her mouth demanded from his and his kiss offered all of her needs. He was gentle, sure and hers.

Xander searched her face for what he thought he felt in her kiss. He found it in her eyes. She was his. She hadn't left because she wanted to be here with him. He gathered her in his arms as she kissed him again, holding her close to him. He forgot anything about her going.

She pulled back, and took a deep breath. She looked again into those eyes and saw no trace of the dark turmoil that she once saw raging behind them, instead his eyes shone with his love. She entwined her fingers with his.

"So... where do you want to go? We can go home... or somewhere just for us," Xander asked.

Buffy looked up at him and smiled. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright... we can go home," he sounded like she had hurt his feelings by laughing at him.

"No... Xander I'm not laughing at you," she said kissing him softly. "I just liked the sound of you saying us... because that's what we are right... an us."

He grinned. "I guess that's exactly what we are right now... an us..." he felt a bit nervous acknowledging it. "But only if you want us to be..." His mind screamed inside of him. He wanted them to be an us more than anything.

Buffy smiled softly. "I think that an us is what we need. But we need to take the seriousness slow... because you know I'm terrible with relationships..." she said, admitting her biggest downfall was relationships.

He put his arm around her. "We can take it as slow as you want... because all I want out of this is to be with you. To be honest... That's all I've ever really wanted... since I met you," he rambled.

Buffy couldn't help but giggle when he started rambling. It sounded so girly and feminine to Xander. It was a sound he hadn't heard in a while, at least not since their stop in L.A. He couldn't help but get satisfaction in the fact that he could bring out that in her, even if it was because he babbled like an idiot. He pulled her closer, his face serious. He leaned down, kissing her gently. It silenced those giggles, and brought her arms up around his neck. They stood there kissing in the rain for what seemed an eternity. But he didn't mind the rain. He pulled back when she started shivering. He picked up her suitcase and lugged it along with them, his other arm wrapped around her. He felt her arm go around his waist, her other's fingers entwined with his.