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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFAundeadFR132743011,47227 Dec 0427 Dec 04No

Christmas Presents

FFA #997 Buffy/Ginny

PG

I own none of the characters in this, and am making no profit.


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It was late in the evening, and the partying was well underway. There was much dispensation of alcohol, offering of food and very bad karaoke going on, but Buffy Summers could not enjoy herself. Everybody had given their various Christmas presents to everyone else well before dinner, but the one person she had wanted to see unwrap her gift was not here.

The blonde vainly tried to see over the heads of the people in front of her. There was a glimpse of red hair that set her heart racing for a moment, but a blow of bitter disappointment hit her when she realised that it was in fact Ron, talking to someone who was sitting down. The wrong damn Weasley. Why did she have to be so tiny? Even in the heels that she had specially selected for tonight (in vain, it would appear) she was still a good deal shorter that most of the people there.

“Looking for someone?” Buffy spun around, which was generally a bad idea when you’re wearing stilettos, and fell into the arms of the redhead standing behind her. Blushing furiously and wanting the ground to swallow her whole, and yet perfectly happy to remain where she was, she somehow managed to pick herself up. Ginny just grinned at her.

“That for me?” Ginny asked, nodding at the small wrapped box that the Slayer held.

“Wha- oh, yeah, of course.” Buffy handed the gold-wrapped package over, and carefully watched the recipient’s face, while thinking, Fuck. Fuck! I am making such an ass out of myself … oh, God. She’ll probably hate it, or worse, and then where’ll I be? Come on, Buffy.

Her fears were, however, unfounded. Ginny’s face lit up as she lifted the gold pendant, a fiery sun, on its delicate chain up to the light. “Oh, Buffy, it’s beautiful. Wait, here’s your present …” She rummaged in her bag, and brought out a small package that she handed to Buffy, who unwrapped it to find a key.

“What’d I get, a car?”

“That’s only a part of the present. Here, follow me. It doesn’t look like anyone will miss us down here, anyway.” Ginny grabbed Buffy’s hand and started making her way to the stairs.

Two flights up, they went onto the corridor that Buffy knew Ginny’s room was on. A question was forming on her lips but it was quelled when Ginny opened her door and gestured for the blonde to make her way inside.

“Now here’s for the rest of your present,” she said, an impish coming to her lips as she carefully locked the door behind them.

The End?

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