Melts into Spring
:: Fencer and IliadWord Count
The trail had been beaten down, turning the grass to well worn dirt and Buffy shifted, rocking forward with her horse’s movements. His head rose, shaking from side to side and bringing that blonde mane back toward her face. She laughed and lifted a hand free of the reigns to pet the side of his massive neck, stroking the cream colored hair before giving it a soft pat and sitting back in her saddle. Her thighs flexed and the horse, named Fencer, slipped easily into a slow trot, bringing her abreast with Daniel.
Iliad, Daniel’s stallion, snorted at them before turning away and settling into step with Fencer. Daniel’s forearms rose, leather-gloved hands flexing around the reigns as he turned toward her. “How did I get talked into this again?”
Dark blonde brows rose over the oversized frames of her sunglasses, “Do you really want to discuss that moment in public?” Her lips spread into a slow smile as Daniel’s eyes shifted forward and a blush worked its way up from the collar of his flannel shirt to turn his cheeks a rather nifty shade of red. It was moments like these than made her love him all the more. Title
:: Garden of the GodsWord Count
The blanket was spread out, covering the grass around them and helping to keep the crawling insects away from their picnic as Buffy leaned back, hands braced against the cotton beneath them as she watched Daniel. With the pad of his thumb in his mouth, lips and jaw working as he cleaned off the last of the crumbs from his dessert and that simple action managed to form a tightness in her lower stomach and completely distracted her from the natural beauty of the Garden of the Gods.
A hand settled on her jean-covered thigh and Buffy pulled herself from thoughts of last night and back to the present to see the smirk pulling at Daniel’s mouth. “Penny for your thoughts?”
She sat up and bunched her hands into the flannel of his shirt, yanked him forward so that his mouth slanted over hers and she could dip her tongue inside. She caught the faint hint of crisp apples and the spicy sweet sauce they had been cooked in. For several breathless moments she ate at his mouth, claimed it, before pulling back and licking her lips.
“Worth far more than a penny,” was Daniel’s breathless response and she laughed. Title
:: Downtime Word Count
Sleek Ralph darted out from beneath the couch, heading for her bedroom as the doorbell chimed and Buffy rolled her eyes at the now ‘larger than a ball of fluff’ hellion. Rising to her feet, she made her way around the couch and toward the front door while tossing, “Sissy,” over her shoulder. Sidestepping a catnip filled mouse she managed to make it to the door without mishap—this time—and took a moment to glance through the peephole.
Her lips quirked and she grasped the worn brass handle before pulling the door open and stepping back so that Daniel could make his way inside. He leaned forward to brush his lips feather light over hers in greeting before pulling back and showing her his movie rentals. “Comedy and action. I thought we’d forgo the drama tonight.”
She pushed the door closed and nodded at his choices, “Good call.” A rattle followed by a jingle rolled across the floor and Buffy turned, watched Ralph tackle the sleigh bell from the Christmas wreath he had demolished several months back. “Damn, I thought he’d lost that thing.”
“I’ll take care of him and you take care of the popcorn?”
Buffy smiled, “Deal.”Title
:: UnBirthday Word Count
Blue eyes narrowed on Buffy and Vala sat forward, pushing her leftover noodles aside and her elbows settled on the table, chin falling into her upturned fists as she asked, “Details?”
Buffy inclined her head, pushed her fork at what the base called a ‘schnitzel’ before placing said fork beside her plate and meeting Vala’s gaze. Her brow arched, “Uh…no.”
A pout formed. “You’re becoming as boring as Daniel—more so even.”
“We use to talk. We use to shop.” Vala’s lifted a hand to fiddle with her barrette. “And now we hardly ever rate the men of this base on a scale of one to ten.”
Buffy’s lips quirked and she offered, “Girl’s night?”
Vala peered at her from around her forearm. “What’s that?”
“A night of just the girls.”
“Will there be entertainment?”
She snorted at Vala’s hopeful tone. “We’re not getting a stripper.”
“But it’s my birthday!”
“It was your birthday last month.”
“It’s your birthday?” The pout returned when Buffy shook her head. “Can we go dancing?”
Vala nodded and then prompted. “Are you absolutely certain it’s not your birthday?”
Buffy sighed, “Yes,” and then smirked, “But I’m not absolutely certain it’s not Sam’s.”Title
:: Coming HomeWord Count
Moonlight slipped through an opening in the drapes and Buffy reached out, caught the parted edges and spread them. She welcomed the embrace of subtle light that had been her steadiest companion through most of her teen years and into her adult life. Several shadows flitted across the moon and she smiled, watched as geese returned to Colorado Springs after a heavy and long winter and her smile widened, became nearly beaming as warm hands slipped around her waist and a familiar chest was pressed to her back.
Her head fell back against that chest and those hands shifted across her abdomen to cup the swell of either hip with a casual possessiveness that tightened her chest. Buffy felt Daniel’s shoulders hunch as his head dipped and he placed his mouth against her temple. His words were soft and intimate but so utterly simple, “I missed you.”
A hand rose and rose to cup his neck, rub her fingers against the corded muscles there and hold him to her. “I missed you more.”
The chuckle vibrate through his chest and into her, forcing her lips to spread wider as the moon slipped behind a cloud and bathed them in twilight. The End.