Disclaimer in first chapter.
A/N: I am sorry this took so damn long, but I really wasn't sure how to say what I wanted without taking them both so OOC that this fic became a farce. Not sure how well I did, but this is the end. I might do a sequel at some point but don't hold your breath. Hope you like it, jennifer! ▬▬x▬▬
Buffy hummed a little as her dreams faded back into her subconscious. Not slayer dreams, therefore not important enough to concern her. She stretched a bit, scraping her toes down the sheet as her back arched, pushing her chest and head further into her pillow.
Her warm, breathing
Buffy sighed and nodded sleepily, "G'morn."
Edward raised an eyebrow, "Merry Christmas."
That brought her up, she almost levitated out of the bed. "What? Christmas? What time is it?"
"Around three, I think."
"Three?!" Buffy started in surprise, "You
"I've been awake for a few hours," the stoic assassin replied vaguely.
"What were you doing, watching me sleep?"
He gave a gallic shrug and skimmed his eyes over her naked form, "Thought you could use some rest." Edward smiled, the expression reaching his eyes and imbuing them with an icy regard. "Sleep well?"
"Uh-huh," Buffy answered absently, looking for her clothes. "I hafta call the gang."
"What time is it there?"
"I - " she frowned, "I'm not sure..."
"Well," he shrugged, sounding deceptively careless, "You wouldn't want to wake them, would you?"
"No," Buffy bit her lip, looking at her partner, naked and casual and allowed herself be convinced. "No, I guess not." She smiled at him, and the flickers of shadow in her expression served to highlight the glow that sprouted from within.
"Come back to bed?"
She dropped her clothes to put her hands on her hips, "What's next?"
"Vampire kiss in Demoine," Edward replied, not even bothering to pretend to misunderstand. "We fly out next Wednesday, we'll probably be there through New Year's." He pulled himself up until he was leaning against the headboard, waiting for her to make her decision. He knew not to push: he opened the door and walked through it, at the end of the night it was her decision to follow him.
God, he wanted her to follow him. He didn't need
her in his life, hadn't really felt that anything was missing, but having her there to fight beside... She was the fire to his ice, the passion to his apathy. They were united in purpose by his obsession and her Calling.
He would never change for her, didn't want to, and Buffy would never be his the way Anita was. He wasn't out to mold her or teach her. Anita was his creation, his child. Buffy was his equal, and - for as long as she wished - his partner in all things.
Idly he wondered what would happen if the two women ever met.
Buffy grinned impishly, "What did you get me for Christmas?"
Some tension went out of him, she would stay.
A/N2: Like, love, loathe with the fiery intensity of a thousand hot suns? Lemme know!