Title: Pinpoint

Summary: Post NFA BA fluff

AN: Written for 15minuteficlets. The word was acceptance.

 

 

 

He watches her sleep, still one of his favorite ways to spend his time. At one time he’d spend hours watching her, never daring to touch her, now he reaches out and tucks a strand of her honey blond hair behind her ear. It’s shorter than it ever was when she lived in Sunnydale. She thinks it makes her look more mature. He likes it but no matter what length her hair, every time he looks at her he still sees the sixteen year old girl he fell in love with.  

 

She opens up sleepy green eyes and a lazy smile spreads across her lips. “Morning,” she sighs and snuggles closer to him. “What are you doing?” she mumbles still half asleep.

 

“Falling in love all over again,” he answers with a grin. He runs one hand over her shoulder, down her side and lets it come to rest on her hip.

 

“All over again? So you can pinpoint the moment you fell in love for the first time?” she asks as she hooks one leg over his.

 

He leans over and nips at her shoulder and then apologizes with a whisper skin. “You walked down the steps and I loved you.”

 

She laughs. “What steps? There has been more then one staircase in our lives.”

 

“Your old highschool, Hemery. When I watched you walk down the steps just before you were called, I fell in love. I didn’t want to see it then. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was strong enough that I changed my whole life for you,” he answers as he trails kisses down her arm.

 

“Hmmm,” she sighed. “That specific, huh? I think you grew on me.”

 

“I do that. Like mold,” he grins and is delighted to hear her giggle. “I can also pinpoint the moment I knew without a doubt that you loved me.”

 

“You can?” She asks and sidles closer to him, slipping her hand around to the small of his back.

 

“The ice rink. You kissed me when I was wearing the demon face and never even noticed,” he answers.

 

She glides her fingers up his spine, pausing to caress the gryphon on his shoulder.  “Silly man, I love the demon as much as I love you. If I accept you, I have to accept him. That’s what true love is. Sometimes it’s dark, obsessive and messy…and other times…” she trails off as he nibbles his way down her ribcage.

 

“Other times, perfect happiness,” he whispers.