I like the way you fleshed out the story, but in particular I really like the end. It's the part with the most you-ness, I'd guess.
He gets his real smile from her then, and it hooks him the way it always does, the way he suspects it always will. If he's learned anything from Cordelia and Anya, it's this: when a beautiful girl implies that she's into you, as long as you're absolutely sure she's not a vampire or an Incan mummy or a giant bug lady in disguise, you go with it. You don't chicken out, you don't go running to your best friend and try to resolve lingering sexual tension.
You take said beautiful girl's hand. You stroke her palm with the pad of your thumb. You'll know you're doing the right thing because her smile will go more rosy-golden than the sunrise you two just watched. She'll lean toward you, rest her hand gently against your chest. You'll kiss her hair.
Piece of cake in theory.
And in practice, it turns out. Buffy's hair is like sunlight against his lips.
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He gets his real smile from her then, and it hooks him the way it always does, the way he suspects it always will. If he's learned anything from Cordelia and Anya, it's this: when a beautiful girl implies that she's into you, as long as you're absolutely sure she's not a vampire or an Incan mummy or a giant bug lady in disguise, you go with it. You don't chicken out, you don't go running to your best friend and try to resolve lingering sexual tension.
You take said beautiful girl's hand. You stroke her palm with the pad of your thumb. You'll know you're doing the right thing because her smile will go more rosy-golden than the sunrise you two just watched. She'll lean toward you, rest her hand gently against your chest. You'll kiss her hair.
Piece of cake in theory.
And in practice, it turns out. Buffy's hair is like sunlight against his lips.