"So."

Hey, I started!

Buffy looked over at me nervously. "Yeah?" Okay, so I don't know what's supposed to come next.

"Umm... what do you wanna do?" Her eyes widened, and for a second I thought she was gonna suggest what I was thinking. No such luck. She pointed to the TV. "We could, um, watch?" I nodded and reached for the remote at the same time she did, and our hands brushed.

And that should not be weird! I mean, it's not as if our hands have never touched before. 'Cause believe me, they have. And not just each other's hands. So it's my professional opinion that's she had the same goal that I did tonight, and she's nervous as all hell. Which is so damn cute.

She retracted her hand and nodded to me, and I smiled. "Wow. Check it out, Dawson's Creek." I switched the TV on, and the image of Katie Holmes blared onto the screen. She was pretty, but I liked the other girl. What was her name... oh, yeah, Audrey.

I looked over at Buffy, and she suddenly grinned at the screen. When I turned my head back, I had to laugh. Audrey was singing, "Son of a Preacher Man," while Joey and Pacey were discussing something or other, and she wasn't half bad.

I took a breath, and shuffled a bit closer to Buffy, and turned my head to look up at her. She looked back at me, and I saw her pupils getting bigger, as she leant down to kiss me. Our mouths met, and I sighed into the kiss. I moved my hands up to caress her cheek, and we broke the kiss, and allowed our foreheads to touch as we took in laboured breaths. "Buffy." She turned to look at me, with need in her eyes. "Buffy, are we going to stop this time?" She gently shook her head, and kissed me again, as her hands moved beneath my clothing.

I closed my eyes, and let my hands wander to Buffy's collarbone, and gently traced the outline. Her fingers clawed at the hem of my shirt, and I got the hint. I reluctantly broke our kiss, and lifted my arms, allowing her to remove me of it. I got up, and stepped out of my jeans, and watched her watch me as I blushed. I joined her back on the couch, and moved us into a more comfortable position. "Will," she said from beneath me, "Do you wanna do this?" I couldn't help but laugh, and she pouted.

I think I need to stop laughing at her. "Buffy, I've wanted this since we started dating, but you always stopped it. Tonight, we're not going to stop." She seemed to accept this answer, and kissed me again, our bodies melding as the sound of Dawson's Creek characters singing floated around the room.

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I felt Buffy stir beside me, and I rolled over and grinned. "Morning." Buffy opened her eyes sleepily, and smiled at me. "Hey, baby." I pulled her into a hug, and sighed. "If I could wake up like this every morning, I would be happy." She smiled, and nuzzled into my shoulder. "I know. Me too."

I love it when she agrees with me. It's like... everything in my world is perfect, because she's with me. "So, did you um, have fun?" Her sweet voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and a grin at her. She still looks so nervous. "Of course... oh, did you?" I begin to panic; I mean it isn't as if I've done this before! "Oh, god yes." She quickly pushes those thoughts out of my head, and I relax.

"In fact," she continues, "I was kinda hoping we could, um, do it again." She ducks her head, and blushes, and I actually do manage not to laugh again. "Oh, really?" She mock-glares at me, and I giggle. "Why Ms. Summers, you do have a dirty mind!" She breaks into a grin, and pokes me. "Oh, Ms. Rosenberg, I do believe that I didn't mention anything dirty, but it was your mind that jumped to conclusions."

Oh.

Well then. Maybe I do have a dirty mind. But why wouldn't she want to? I guess she senses that I look hurt or something, because she touches me lightly on my shoulder. "Hey. I'm just kidding. I, Buffy Summers, would love to do the 'wild thing' with you all day."

"Aw, Buffy." I lean down to kiss her, and she rolls on top of me. She pauses, and frowns, as if she's forgotten something, then reaches behind her to grab the remote.

She smiles at me, gives me a kiss, then turns around and switches the TV off.