( really, it's the my sweet girl that makes her take a soft, surprised inhale, expression a little alarmed as if realizing she's been observed a little too closely, before it falls back into gratitude for that same reason. her lips twitch into a somewhat bashful smile, but she inclines her head instinctively, nosing open his palm for a place to put her flushed cheek. )
I love you too, Dβ ( from an excess of confidence immediately into embarrassment, she rolls her eyes at herself before turning her head, pressing the word in her mouth against the delicate skin of giles' wrist. ) Daddy.
( a multitude of meanings in the word, she thinks, and she thinks giles knows it too β though it's not something she's actually said (not out loud, or at least not where giles could hear) since the month she actually thought she was his daughter. maybe that puts a permanent nasty edge to it, from that time they're not supposed to want to remember. but. she'll always see giles as someone paternal to her, but she'll also always want him in ways that are undeniably romantic in nature. daddy, then, the two sides of it.
it does strike her, belatedly, that maybe now isn't the time to hoist rediscovered aspects of their relationship on giles' shoulders βΒ though, at the same time, there's nothing like near death (or, actual death, the real stuff) to put your priorities back in order. she is a little bit tired of being humiliated by what she wants. still βΒ giles' well being takes the priority. she drops a kiss on the fatty part of his thumb. )
[ The word echoes through him, a seismic throb, low and deep. It's not entirely surprising to hear it from Buffy, not now, which in itself isn't a surprise, and he ends up smiling as much over her little frisson of embarrassment as the pleasure of being acknowledged in a role he realises he's always, on some level, wanted. It feels like something he's needed to hear for a long time -- longer, perhaps, than he's been willing to admit to himself. That strange month had brought them close, but that hadn't been them, not really. Now, though --
Now, there's nothing here but the two of them. Collared and in an odd place and recently resurrected, yes, but that's becoming less and less unusual. They have a little space. A little time. ]
Actually.. [ His voice is a low rasp, warm, as he watches her negotiate the curve of his hand, fingertips brushing soft skin and silky strands of her hair. ] I was rather hoping to not have to talk, for a little while.
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I love you too, Dβ ( from an excess of confidence immediately into embarrassment, she rolls her eyes at herself before turning her head, pressing the word in her mouth against the delicate skin of giles' wrist. ) Daddy.
( a multitude of meanings in the word, she thinks, and she thinks giles knows it too β though it's not something she's actually said (not out loud, or at least not where giles could hear) since the month she actually thought she was his daughter. maybe that puts a permanent nasty edge to it, from that time they're not supposed to want to remember. but. she'll always see giles as someone paternal to her, but she'll also always want him in ways that are undeniably romantic in nature. daddy, then, the two sides of it.
it does strike her, belatedly, that maybe now isn't the time to hoist rediscovered aspects of their relationship on giles' shoulders βΒ though, at the same time, there's nothing like near death (or, actual death, the real stuff) to put your priorities back in order. she is a little bit tired of being humiliated by what she wants. still βΒ giles' well being takes the priority. she drops a kiss on the fatty part of his thumb. )
You wanna talk about it? Your ... what happened.
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Now, there's nothing here but the two of them. Collared and in an odd place and recently resurrected, yes, but that's becoming less and less unusual. They have a little space. A little time. ]
Actually.. [ His voice is a low rasp, warm, as he watches her negotiate the curve of his hand, fingertips brushing soft skin and silky strands of her hair. ] I was rather hoping to not have to talk, for a little while.