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Summary: When Buffy goes to visit Oliver, she gets a few surprises she didn't count on.

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Smallville > Buffy-CenteredAmersFR1511,562582,9756 Dec 086 Dec 08Yes
Disclaimer: BtVS doesn't belong to me and neither does Smallville, I just play with the pre-packaged toys. *nods*

A/N: This is a X-mas fic for Polgara who requested Buffy/Oliver, hot chocolate, a beagle puppy and a plane. I hope you enjoy it!

Buffy shook her head as she walked into the jet, trying to get rid of some of the snow that had accumulated on top of her head. It was the heavy, watery kind and she could feel places where it had melted and started dripping down her head and neck.

Not her favorite thing in the world.

“Buffy! It’s so great to see you.”

She looked over to see Clark shrugging on his coat next to Oliver and smiled. “This is a great surprise. Did you two have some covert ops to plan or something?”

They chuckled and Clark came forward to give her a hug.

“Pick your poison: hot chocolate or eggnog?” Oliver asked as he went over to his mini-bar.

“Chocolate, any day of the week,” she called over Clark’s shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m just on my way out. You should let Oliver tape up your ankle though,” Clark walked toward the exit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He might have missed it, but I saw you limping,” he winked over his shoulder as he walked out of sight.


Oliver walked up to her with a mug full to the brim with steaming hot chocolate. She took it from him gladly and wrapped her cold hands around it.

“Just what the doctor ordered,” she took a small sip of it before she sat down, afraid of spilling.

“Your ankle?”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Fine. It’s just fine. Trust me, the only thing that’ll happen if you make me take off my new boots is that my feet will get cold which will make me get all kinds of cranky.”

She put her hot chocolate on the table and leaned closer to Oliver who was sitting across from her.

“It’s good to see you again, it’s been too long.”

Oliver smiled as he popped a couple more marshmallows in her mug. “It’s just too bad that we have to meet here,” he motioned to the interior of his jet. “I’ve been busy trying to make up for some lost time.”

“Oh, yes. The return of the playboy,” she raised her fingers for air-quotes for the last word. “I saw that in the tabloids. Everything okay, Ollie?”

“It wasn’t, but it is now.”

“Good to know.”

“So what’s on the agenda now that Sunnydale is no longer an issue? It’s been, what, 3 months since I last saw you?”

She winced.

“Yeah, well, looks like the ‘organization’ is getting along pretty well. Faith has been doing a good job acting as leader for awhile. I think it’s something she’s wanted to try out for awhile and I wanted a vacation,” she picked up her mug and stared at the marshmallows melting away inside.

“I should probably get back to a real life, huh?”

As an answer, he began unwrapping her scarf from her neck and tossed it to the side. His hand covered hers on the mug and he extracted it from her hand to set it down.

“Or you could change your destiny.”

Buffy looked at him, dumbfounded, and then laughed. “Get real, I did not hear you just say something that corny. Besides, mine may as well be written in stone.”

He grinned, unabashed. “Hey, I’ve turned over a new leaf. If corniness is involved somewhat, then so be it. But I’m serious. You were born to help people. You’ve done it for as long as I’ve known you, and not just in the big ways. It’s the little miracles that you make happen that show your true self. And I might know of another outlet for you to use if you’re willing to take my offer.”

She leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowed. “The League?”

He just smiled.

“Listen, Oliver, no offense but I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Why not?”

“What is it you want?”

He reached forward and gently stroked the side of her face, reaching further to place a stray lock of damp hair behind her ear.

“What I want is for us to be partners.”

She looked at him, confused. Good. The more off balance she was, the better.

“You want to merge the new council with the League?”

“Yes and no.”

“That’s not an answer,” she eyed him, trying to get a handle on what he was trying to maneuver.

“Then how about this,” he took a quick sip of his coffee. “Yes, I think that making connections between our organizations could be mutually beneficial and on the ‘no’ side of things, I was thinking of something a bit less business related.”

Buffy looked at him for a moment, processing his absurd proposal before she burst out laughing.

He shook his head, in mock defeat.

“Thanks, I just poured my heart out to you.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t take you seriously. What would you think if someone like, I don’t know, Faith came up to you and said that? It just doesn’t make sense.”

Eyes sharp, he responded, “And you think of me like you think of Faith?”

All the humor left Buffy’s face. “No, I don’t. But I can almost see it in a way. You’re both ruthless, you’re less wild than her though.”

He let the matter slide and moved on to what was really important.

“We’ve been on a few dates. I’d like to make things a little more official.”

He watched as Buffy’s eyes widened. Dawn had basically told him she’d turned into a commitment-phobe over the last couple years but he honestly didn’t think she had anything on him. He guessed he was wrong. Door number two it was. Door number one would have spooked her too much.

“What do you mean by that?”

He leaned back in his chair and tried to look as though he were working things out in his head.

“I mean exclusivity between us. Seeing each other more than once a quarter. We talk almost everyday already but I can have a private line added to my office so you can get through no matter what.” He didn’t tell her he’d already done the latter.

“And, most importantly, we’ll be open about it. There will be times I need a date for official events, I’d like to introduce you as my girlfriend without having to worry about whether or not it’s going to cause problems. Some kind of way for people to know that you’re mine while you’re away would be good too.”

Buffy’s jaw dropped and she bolted out of her chair. “You’re nuts! You want to brand me too?”

He smiled, really starting to enjoy himself now.

“What do you mean by branding?” he asked, all innocence.

She sat back down but still managed to look like she was ready to beat down any threat that happened to cross her.

“What do you think I mean? I mean like, I dunno, tattoo’s, or r-,” she took a gulp of air, “rin- … you know damn well what I mean!”

He smiled, calm as can be. Yes, he knew exactly what she meant. That was door number one and already crossed off as a present he expected to get this year.

He stood, leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Wait here.”

Oliver went in the other room, peeked under the lid of her gift to check to see if it was still there and walked back into the room.

He placed the large box next to her on the table and watched her. Her forehead was scrunched up in confusion as she looked at it.

“This is how you want me to show people that I’m ‘yours’? With whatever’s in this box?” She traced the white bow as she asked him.

“It’ll do for now. Open it.”

“But I didn’t bring your Christmas present with me,” she half-heartedly protested.

Buffy bit her lip as she took the lid off and reached inside. The look on her face was priceless.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered softly.

Suddenly the little ball of brown, black and white fur was simultaneously howling and trying to lick Buffy at the same time. The beagle’s tail was wagging so frantically, his entire back end didn’t seem as if it could stand still. Buffy sat there trying to calm him, petting him until he finally found peace, nuzzling his head between her neck and shoulder. She just sat there cuddling him then.

He smiled at the adorable picture they presented and wished he had his camera with him. He knelt next to her chair.

“So what do you say, babe?” he asked.

She smiled, bent down closer to him and kissed him. It was probably only intended to be a fleeting thing but Oliver brought one hand up to cup her behind her neck as his other arm went around her back. He deepened the kiss and felt the puppy squirm out of her arms as she lifted them to put around him instead.

They broke apart reluctantly and Buffy grinned at him, slowly.

“I say that you have a deal on the personal front Mr. Queen, but on the professional front, we may have to do a little more negotiating.”

He heard her breath catch slightly as he claimed her lips again, more fiercely than before. She’d agreed.

He pulled away and smiled at the dazed look in her eyes.

He loved negotiating.

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