Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Other people do.
After the movie was over and the lights went up, Buffy and Clark gathered up their trash and made their way out of the theatre.
“Are you hungry?” They walked down Main Street, hand in hand once more. Buffy nodded and held her fingers up a little bit apart.
“Just a little bit? I find that hard to believe.” He laughed when she rolled her eyes. She hit him playfully on the arm. They walked into the Talon. They walked up to the counter. Clark’s mom smiled at them from behind the counter.
“Hi Clark. You must be Buffy.” Buffy nodded and glanced up at Clark. She tugged on his arm to get his attention. She mimed writing in the air.
“Mom, Buffy’s having a little trouble with her voice. She wants something to write with.” He looked down at the blond girl standing next to him, who nodded.
“Of course.” Martha handed a small notepad over the counter and passed Buffy a pen. She accepted it with a smile. She scratched out a short note and turned it around to show Mrs. Kent.
‘Nice to meet you.’ Mrs. Kent read it and smiled.
“Are you two hungry?” They nodded and Buffy hastily wrote down what she wanted. She showed it to Clark.
‘Blueberry muffin and a white chocolate mocha, please’ She signed it with a smiley face. Clark relayed the message to his mother who began to get it ready. Buffy and Clark went and sat down near the window.
After they finished their snack, Clark walked Buffy home. They sat on the porch swing looking up at the stars. Buffy was leaning against Clark’s side. Clark had his arm thrown over her shoulder.
“I had a good time tonight.” Buffy nodded her agreement. She looked up into his eyes and he looked down into hers. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. The kiss was sweet and tender and chaste. When he pulled away, Buffy blinked up at him. Her hand touched her lips.
“Wow.” Her voice came out in a small whisper.
“Hey, you talked!” Buffy smiled up at him.
“That’s handy.” Clark looked at her, slight confusion written on his face.
“Whenever I come up speechless, all I have to do is kiss you from now on, and poof, no more speechlessness.” Buffy quipped happily. Clark grinned madly.
“Always here to help.” They kissed again. They broke apart and Buffy stood up. She went to the front door and pushed it open.
“Goodnight Buffy.” Clark turned and walked down the steps and turned towards his house. Once he heard the door click shut, he took off for his house.
Inside, Buffy stood at the bottom of the steps. A wicked grin split her face.
“Dawn! Get your behind down here!”