Thrice as Nice
Thrice as Nice
A Buffy and Angel Valentine's Day One Shot
There had been a years when all she wanted was a little, relaxing Buffy-time. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate her gig as the slayer. Sure, her dry cleaning bill gave her nightmares, and sometimes the pressure was a little daunting, but there was also something kind of trippy about being the one person, the one thing standing between the world's complete and total destruction and the safety of humanity. Nobody's ego was immune enough to those kind of seductive charms, not even hers.
Also, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate her friends and family. After losing her dad because of either her parents' divorce or just his lack of interest in being a father, she wasn't sure which, after losing her mother to a brain aneurysm, after losing so many classmates and acquaintances because of vampires, and demons, and witches, oh my, and after losing Angel because destiny and fate were both bitches, Buffy certainly knew how to appreciate those that she loved. However, that didn't mean that she craved constant companionship.
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