Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Fenrir, Joss and J.K. do.
A/N: I read the challenge and the scene popped into my brainso vividly that I had to write it. There might be more, ChosenFire, so don't give up hope!
Her eyes were locked with his and her tone was despairing, "Do you even love me?"
He glanced away to look down at the ground, the sky, everywhere but at her face. Fenrir's jaw worked silently as he struggled for words, his fists clenching and relaxing spasmodically. Buffy watched him with sad, defeated eyes.
"Alright then," she shook herself and pasted on a large fake smile. "Goodbye Fen." She turned to go but was brought up short by a firm grip on her wrist. "Let go," Buffy ordered through grit teeth, "I'm done here."
With a wrench Fenrir pulled her against him, locking arms like steel bands around her torso and lifting her so they were eye-to-eye. "Well I'm not
done," he snarled viciously. Slowly he let her slide down his body until her feet were touching the forest floor. They stood there like that for another minute, staring at each other.
Fenrir sighed, "I don't like that word, love
. I don't know if I love
you the way they describe it in books and old songs. What I do
know is that I want you with me throughout the day so that I can touch you, hold you, listen to you speak whenever I like. I want to have you near me so that I don't have to worry what trouble might find you, or what monsters you might be looking for."
He leaned down so that he was on a level with her again, "I want to fuck you until you scream my name so that I know that I'm the only one you could possibly
be thinking of."
He straightened again, but kept his amber eyes intent and intense on her own, "I don't know if I love you, Buffy Anne Summers, but I know that you are the only one I've ever wanted like this and if you walk away right now I will come find you. I will hunt you down like the fleetest doe and when I catch you the last
thing on your mind will be running."
Buffy swallowed and thought of a forever full of hot amber eyes and long moon-lit nights. She sighed deeply, inhaling the scent of forest, musk, and man
man. "It'll do," she decided, then grinned, "For now."+=+=+=+=+A/N2: Done, for now...
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