The Future
Part Eight: Honeymoon
Posted: April 12, 2004
Author's notes: this one is REALLY short, if I remember correctly. Just writing what comes to mind!
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"Here we are." He said, opening the door to their small set of rooms. She smiled and closed the door behind them.
~ * ~
Buffy?"
"Mm?"
"Can I tell you something?" He was laying on his back.
"Of course you can!" she leaned over him, looking him in the eyes.
"But...you can't over react."
"That's something a girl don't want to hear on her honeymoon." She said, moving a bit away from him.
"Hey! Hey!" He pulled her back. "It's all good, just you might resent me for not telling you."
"Ok, fine. I won't freak." She laid her head on his chest; smiling at the thump, thump of his heartbeat.
"Remember that first Thanksgiving? When you were in college?"
"Yeah."
"Well... Things happened then, that you wouldn't remember. I had the Powers That Be turn back the day, with only me remembering. I didn't tell you before. Because, well, it could hurt you; pull you away from me."
"And it won't now?"
"I don't know. But I hate keeping secrets from you. But this is why I need you to be freak free." She nodded, and he told her about his day as a man. When he finished, she was silent. He was afraid she was mad. He sighed, and pulled away from her.
"Hey! I-I understand why you did . . .. It." her voice cracked. "And I'm glad you felt you could tell me now. It means so much to me."
"I don't want anything between us, Buffy. I love you too much."
"I love you too." She kissed him; slow, sweet, tantalizing.
~ * ~
"If I'm right... Ah! Here." He pulled Buffy to him. "My father's house stood right there. Which means...my favorite tavern was over that way..." he pulled her after him, and she let him, laughing. "The tavern was here, so that means..." he spun, and pointed. "There."
"There what?"
"That's where the alley was."
"Uh-ah. Oh."
"Hey, no depressing thoughts. If I hadn't been sired, then I wouldn't be here, with the most beautiful girl in the world. It was for the best."
"Yeah, I guess." She smiled, as he put his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. Then they began walking, he pointing out other sites of his past.
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"Wow. I always knew...but I never thought I'd sit here." She looked up at him from her seat on the grass.
"Yeah It's sorta strange being here."
"I bet." She said, preoccupied.
"What is it?"
She looked up at him. "Right after I came back, I visited mom's grave, and then I went to my own. It was so freaky."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. We don't have to stay, Buffy. I'm done here. I've said my good byes to the past, and I'm ready to go into the future, with you."
"Good." She smiled up at him, and then took his offered hand, as he pulled her to her feet. She ran her fingers over the top of the worn stone, and then over the engraved letters. Then they turned to leave, holding hands.
Part Eight: Honeymoon
Posted: April 12, 2004
Author's notes: this one is REALLY short, if I remember correctly. Just writing what comes to mind!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~* ~ * ~ * ~
"Here we are." He said, opening the door to their small set of rooms. She smiled and closed the door behind them.
~ * ~
Buffy?"
"Mm?"
"Can I tell you something?" He was laying on his back.
"Of course you can!" she leaned over him, looking him in the eyes.
"But...you can't over react."
"That's something a girl don't want to hear on her honeymoon." She said, moving a bit away from him.
"Hey! Hey!" He pulled her back. "It's all good, just you might resent me for not telling you."
"Ok, fine. I won't freak." She laid her head on his chest; smiling at the thump, thump of his heartbeat.
"Remember that first Thanksgiving? When you were in college?"
"Yeah."
"Well... Things happened then, that you wouldn't remember. I had the Powers That Be turn back the day, with only me remembering. I didn't tell you before. Because, well, it could hurt you; pull you away from me."
"And it won't now?"
"I don't know. But I hate keeping secrets from you. But this is why I need you to be freak free." She nodded, and he told her about his day as a man. When he finished, she was silent. He was afraid she was mad. He sighed, and pulled away from her.
"Hey! I-I understand why you did . . .. It." her voice cracked. "And I'm glad you felt you could tell me now. It means so much to me."
"I don't want anything between us, Buffy. I love you too much."
"I love you too." She kissed him; slow, sweet, tantalizing.
~ * ~
"If I'm right... Ah! Here." He pulled Buffy to him. "My father's house stood right there. Which means...my favorite tavern was over that way..." he pulled her after him, and she let him, laughing. "The tavern was here, so that means..." he spun, and pointed. "There."
"There what?"
"That's where the alley was."
"Uh-ah. Oh."
"Hey, no depressing thoughts. If I hadn't been sired, then I wouldn't be here, with the most beautiful girl in the world. It was for the best."
"Yeah, I guess." She smiled, as he put his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. Then they began walking, he pointing out other sites of his past.
~ * ~
"Wow. I always knew...but I never thought I'd sit here." She looked up at him from her seat on the grass.
"Yeah It's sorta strange being here."
"I bet." She said, preoccupied.
"What is it?"
She looked up at him. "Right after I came back, I visited mom's grave, and then I went to my own. It was so freaky."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. We don't have to stay, Buffy. I'm done here. I've said my good byes to the past, and I'm ready to go into the future, with you."
"Good." She smiled up at him, and then took his offered hand, as he pulled her to her feet. She ran her fingers over the top of the worn stone, and then over the engraved letters. Then they turned to leave, holding hands.
