Title: This Magic Moment

Rating: K+

Summary: Buffy and Jack come to realize a few things.Disclaimer: I claim ownership of nothing except the plot. Buffy belongs to Whedon, and the Montgomery's and Taggert's belong to Jude Deveraux.

Feedback: I would most certainly appreciate it!

Notes: Thanks to WolfbainKohaku, Toniboo, spk, ann, onlimain, WhiteWolf 3, and fan for the wonderful reviews!

WolfbainKohaku: I'm glad I got you to think something that you normally don't! I felt sorry for Tierney too, and I'm glad I added her to the story. I just figured Buffy needs someone who understands the pain of losing a mother, besides her sister. Thanks for reviewing.

Spk: I just think Buffy would be tired of living in secret, and just having people not notice things that she would want something as exciting as her getting proposed to noticed.

Ann: I'll probably include Tierney more. Who knows, maybe I'll write a story about her and her father!

Onlimain: Hmm…when will Buffy tell Jack about her being the Slayer? Don't worry, it'll be soon.

WhiteWolf 3: Last time, it was dark, and even though Buffy can see really well in the dark, she was preoccupied. Maybe she just didn't see anybody familiar.

Fan: I'm glad you cried. It makes me happy. Thanks for the review!

Magic of Alcohol

"I think Daredevil is totally cool. I mean, look at his moves. And he's blind! Electra is good and all, but in a fight, I think DD would totally kick her leather-clad ass."

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. You just don't understand. Daredevil may have some kick ass moves, but Electra has got it going on. Look at his moves? Look at her moves! She totally decimated that sand bag."

"Please. It was a sand bag, for hell's sake. Anyone can do that. You just think that she looks hot in all that leather."

"Well, that too," Jack agreed, laughing at the disgusted look on Buffy's face.

Buffy reached over to grab her wine from the coffee table, not realizing, or perhaps even caring, that it was her third glass. A month and a half after meeting Jack's family, and they were still "friends". She would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't disappointed, when the truth was she was very disappointed. However, she was a proud woman, and going back on her decision to stay friends would be like admitting she was wrong, and Buffy hated to be wrong.

It was a Saturday night, and instead of going out, Jack and Buffy had opted to stay in for a night of watching movies, eating a bunch of food and downing alcoholic beverages. Sitting on his comfy couch in his beautiful home, Buffy gave Jack a small smile before turning back to the movie currently playing on his big screen TV.

Jack ignored the scene that was playing, watching Buffy instead as she sipped her wine and laughed at something funny the actor had said. He followed her finger as it swirled around the top of her wine glass, and almost went cross-eyed when she bit her lip, then swept over it with her tongue. It seemed like a million years later until the movie was over, and Jack was on his fourth glass of wine and already tipsy. He could guess by Buffy's expression that she was too. Standing up was difficult, but he finally managed to reach the TV and turn it off.

Buffy squeezed her eyes shut and blinked hard. "Do you have a twin, Jack?" She asked, her words slightly slurred.

"No, why?" Jack asked, confused. He looked behind him at something Buffy was avidly staring at.

"Well, there seem to be two of you. Hello, Jack Two!" Buffy waved to the second Jack, then started laughing when both Jacks got similar looks of confusion. Jack soon joined in her laughter, and Buffy felt like she was going to pee her pants if she didn't stop laughing soon.

"I think your drunk!" Jack exclaimed, pointing a hand in Buffy's general vicinity, then grabbing it to hold it steady on the pretty girl sitting on his couch.

"No, you're drunk!" Buffy said, trying to glare at him and only succeeding to make a face that looked like she was in pain.

"No, I'm not!" Jack replied, flopping on the couch and facing Buffy.

"Yes, you are!" Buffy told him, bringing her face closer.

"You know what?" Jack whispered.

"What?" Buffy asked, eyes wide.

"I really want to kiss you right now," he told her, frowning because he knew that he shouldn't have said that, and that for some reason they weren't supposed to kiss. He forgot what he was thinking, though, when Buffy nodded. The next thing Jack knew, he was laying half on her, kissing her like he had never kissed anyone before. And the best thing was, she was kissing him back.

Buffy groaned when the light hit her eyes, causing her head to pound like a kettle drum. Stretching, she yawned, and even that hurt. Man, that must've been a rough night of Slaying, she thought, turning on to her side. Her bed smelt...different. More masculine. She mentally shrugged before cracking open her eyes, and what she saw made them spring wide open as she gasped loudly.

Jack's eyes shot open, then he moaned as the sun shone into the sensitive retinas. He brought a hand to his head to try to hold his brain in before he realized what he had seen when his eyes had opened. They shot open once again, and his mouth opened in surprise. Buffy?

"Buffy?"

"Jack?"

They simultaneously looked down at their bodies, groaning when they saw their lack of clothing.

"Oh, God." They said in unison.

Staring down at her cup of coffee, Buffy peeked up at Jack, then looked back down when she realized he was staring at her. She cleared her throat, then bit her lip when nothing came out of her mouth. Speak! Come on, you've been doing it your whole life. Just say something. Anything!

"So," was all that came out, and then she winced at her lameness.

"I guess we should talk about this," Jack said, wanting nothing more than to hide in his room than have this discussion.

"Yeah."

It was silent before Buffy sighed in frustration.

"Look. We're both consenting adults. We were a little drunk last night, these things happen. Right?"

"Right," Jack agreed, nodding firmly. They were quiet before Jack sighed. "I think I should confess something."

"Go ahead."

"Hmm...Well...I don't want to be friends, Buffy," he blurted out, then grimaced at how that sounded.

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head. "I know," she whispered. "Maybe this friend thing wasn't such a good idea," she said, laughing at her understatement. Buffy started to get up, gathering her purse to leave.

Jack shot out his hand, grabbing her wrist to stop her. Buffy stared down at his hand gripping her thin wrist. His arm was strong looking, next to her seemingly delicate one, but Buffy knew that her arm could break through a wall, certainly his grip, but she didn't want to for some reason. She raised her eyes to meet his blue ones.

"I want more than that, Buffy. I want more than friends." He yanked her onto his lap, kissing her before she could protest. When they finally came up for air, her eyes were unfocused and her mouth red.

"Good," was all she said before fisting her hands in his hair and yanking his face to hers.

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