This Ice.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns all...for now ;)

Morning sunshine streamed in through the balcony windows and emitted the whole of Buffy's large and luxurious suite with a golden glow. Cream coloured cords held back the thick drapes that guarded the window at night from the freezing temperatures seeping through the cold glass of the balcony doors.

Buffy rolled over in her massive bed towards the doors, bathing her face in the morning light, and smiled sleepily. The bright sun was a surprise from what she had expected to see. After all the bus driver had said he expected heavy blizzards the day before but right now thoughts like that didn't matter. Buffy felt wonderful all tucked up in the warm, spacious bed, surrounded by soft pillows and cozy quilts. It didn't matter she had woken early. In fact it was part of her plan.

For a long time after her relaxing bath the night before, Buffy had laid in the big comfortable bed, that sat in her room, thinking of the handsome stranger whom had captured her every thought since the incident in the elevator. His eyes. His eyes were amazing, full of sparkle and mischief and those cheekbones.... Oh those cheekbones.

She had realized as she was falling asleep that she wanted to see him again but her mind was throwing mental punches. You don't even know him. Why are you thinking about him so much? You read too many romance novels on the coach. .

These thoughts meant nothing however, when she realized that he must have been staying there, in the very same lodge that she was sleeping in! She was deeply hoping that he was still there and had not been on his way out when they crossed paths.

Throwing back the covers, Buffy inched to the edge of the bed and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She rubbed eyes, stretched and yawed, trying to fend off the sleep and dreams that tried to lure her back. No. She had other more important things to do.

She pushed herself up and quickly made the bed, smoothing down the creamy sheets and fluffing up the pillows, and made her way into the big green and white marble bathroom. Her clothes from last night laid in a washing basket and the ones for today hung on a hanger next to her robe on the back of the bathroom door. Pays to be organized .

As she stepped into the shower she sighed and leaned against the wall under the warm spray. The water felt great on her sleepy muscles and she was soon wide-awake and ready for the day head. She stepped out and grabbed a big fluffy towel from the rack.

When she was dry and dressed and ready for breakfast she grabbed her purse and her small silver key and headed out towards the elevator. It was only about six doors down but as she walked it felt like an eternity. Her thoughts fluttered back to that pair of enchanting blue eyes and she hurried just a little faster. Maybe he would in the elevator again!

The doors dinged and opened and there was no such luck. Only a maid stood inside carrying a pile of clean towels. She stepped out giving Buffy a friendly smile and scurried off down the hall with the towels.

Buffy sighed and got into the lift and pushed the ground floor button. Breakfast was served on the ground floor around the backside of the lodge on the right, the opposite direction to the social area and the front doors.

The dining room was large and built like a cosy log cabin with a log fire burning in a big decorated fireplace at one end. A small shiny dance floor for nighttime entertainment occupied the middle of the room and around the dance floor in a semi-circle were tables and chairs laden with cups, plates, spoons, knives and forks. The food was set on long open tables at the opposite wall to the fireplace.

The round tables, which were accompanied by about four or five chairs to each, were filling up with sleepy people who, like Buffy, had just risen from their beds. She spotted a couple of empty tables in the corner and headed for the one closest to the snapping fire.

The small woman put her purse by her chair and picked up a warm, freshly baked bread roll that had been set on the small bread dish in front of her. Picking up a small pot of butter from a basket labelled ' spreads ' she ripped open the top and stuck the butter knife in scooping it out. It spread smoothly over the soft bread making her mouth water and just as she was about to put it to her mouth she stopped.

Her eyes darted from the food to a pair of black shoes standing in front of her. Her eyes travelled up revealing a nice pair of black trousers, followed by a black tee shirt, covered with a red button down shirt and finally a long leather coat. The leather coat and the shirts ended at the person's neck showing a pale, unmarred throat leading up to a firm chin and then the most sculptured looking cheeks Buffy had ever seen. Her heart started to pound loudly in her chest as her eyes took their final step and came to their target.
A brilliant, mischievous pair of electric blue eyes stared back at her.

Buffy's mouth dropped open in a dumbfounded gesture and the man in front of her chuckled slightly.

"So luv, this seat taken?"

Here is the chap I missed out before. Hope it makes more sense now 