So, almost two weeks after that the
Christmas Tree Community revelead itself (and three weeks after Christmas!), here I am, giving my present to the wonderful
Nebula!
I'm not very good with words, so I'm just gonna say thank you for being yourself, for telling us about your life and making it seem like we're there with you, and thank you for writing exquisite stories and now experimenting with beautiful graphics and co.
Just, thank you :)
Now, on to the gift!
On your profile page you pointed out your favourite couples from BtVS/AtS, and I tried the less obvious ones.. at least for me! I hope you'll not be too disappointed!
Thanks so much to
mentalme85 who directed me towards
el_payasito, who was so so nice to beta for me.
Rediscovery
Xander/Buffy, post-S7, PG, Angst & Fluffy (a little bit of both!)
Beyond the glass doors of the airport, Xander welcomed her with open arms and no questions, and Buffy smiled and hugged him tight.
Coming to Africa had been an impulsive decision, just what Buffy had needed: two days prior, she had woken up next to the Immortal, sweaty and in tears, and realized she no more had a purpose, no more did she feel the excitement coming from a night of fighting, no more did her heart seem able to love like the First Slayer said it could. She felt like she was suffocating among a sea of shoes and discoclubs and label clothes, and she hadn't previously thought it possible, but she was starting to hate it.
She had planned a brief stay, five days tops. But weeks went by, and she still didn't feel like going home. With his newfound serenity and never-missing wit, Xander was like a balm to her insecurities and past fears. She was at peace.
Then one day, just when Buffy was certain it couldn't get any better, he brushed her cheek with a finger, smiling at her in his distinctive Xander-way, and her heart started doing flip-flops in her chest.
Soft
Gunn/Gwen, spoilers for 4x16 “Players”, PG-13, Romance
The first time he leans in and touches his lips to hers, he does it cautiously, swiftly, just a quick peck. The second time it's kind of joyous. The third time he's reverent, attentive. He wants to make her feel good, wants to make it all about her.
But her tongue slips inside his mouth, hot and slippery and rogue and shy like she is. It makes all his restraint fade away.
He attacks her like a starved animal, and- oh, it's been so long since he felt like this, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his istincts needing to take control while the brain still tries to rein in...
In the middle of the kiss he tastes something salty, and opens his eyes. Her exotic eyes are blurred, tears dancing at the corners, two streaks of make-up marking her pale cheeks. He breaks their union, backing a little to give her time to explain. Maybe he hurt her. Maybe he hurt her without even being aware of it...
But she shakes her head and puts on a watery smile. “I'm just- overwhelmed”.
He simply nods.
They spend the rest of the night spooning together on her big bed.