Title: Knights Consort (8/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Just a little bad language.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, sexual attraction just gets in the way.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.
This is not a date. Xander was just joking.
While there's no doubt about the latter, the butterflies in my stomach disagree on the former. I find the very presence of butterflies in my stomach both alarming and offensive, as I'm not in the habit of swallowing insects.
Probably something demonic involved. I should probably get that checked out. Later.
Dawn's voice comes to mind: "Why are you the only one storming my room on his behalf?"
Shut up, Dawn.
Still, need to get ready for the not-date. Not a date, so... no need to get dressed up. Quick shower, jeans, tee, nothing special.
Now, it's off to the movies.
The movie was good. I think. It was a little hard to concentrate, with Dawn's question bouncing around in my head.
I still don't have an answer.
We're back at the compound when he turns and catches my shoulder.
"Kennedy."
Okay, stop that, heart. You're not supposed to race like that when he says my name. It's... unprofessional.
"Yeah, Xand?"
"Whatever's bothering you," he says, "you know you can always talk to me, right?"
I can feel my cheeks heating up. I wasn't that obvious, was I?
"It's nothing."
"Uh huh," he says, his eye searching mine. "Right. Well, good night, Kenn Doll."
And there it is again. That little spark that makes me want to grab him and kiss him and... and... and...
Huh. And nothing.
Great. Just great. I'm having... feelings... for someone I'm not even attracted to. How the hell does that happen?