We let the bronze in a happy mood, it was just before sunset...so it was okay to walk through dark allyways...and dark allyways meant no-one was around
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The vamp must have been new, because he was easy to take down. Especially after all the years and all the battles I've been through. But he pushed Andrew...and that's a big no no. I just realized I liked the guy, and he is not going to get hurt.
Holding his hand felt...nice..comforting almost. Anya was all about sex, never got to do the romance thing very much. But this was nice. We held hands the rest of the way to the apartment...up the elevator. We get to my door and I open it for him.
Such a gentleman...he let me in first and closed the door behind me. Thats when I started to panick....oh God...wahts going to happen next? I'm not one to make the first move...I never make the first move. I'm incompetant at makign first moves...ahhh!!
Breath Wells...breath. Calm down. Waaaay down. I mean we've established the fact taht we like each other and I revealed the fact that I thought he was sexy and him me...I jsut don't know what to do next.
So I go further into the kitchen, hang my coat on a char and and go back twidling my thumbs...
I looked at Andrew and he looked back at me, and it occurred to me that neither of us really knew what we were doing. My history had been with dominant women...and now I think I may have to be the dominant one. Oh boy.
"So..." I repeated, not really knowing what to say. "What do you uh...wanna do?" Ok stupid question, so sue me...I'm suddenly feeling very shy.
I start walking towards him, taking off my jacket and tossing ot over the chair, flashing him a shy smile.
"What do you uh...wanna do?" I smile at that comment beacuse it was so Xander-esque. He starts to walk twoards me and I start to freak out even more...
Oh god...oh god....oh god...
He takes off his jacket and flashes me a sexy smile...or I find it very sexy.
I move closer twoards him not knowing what the hell I'm doing...I just go for it.
Please don't break my heart. It's bee nshattered so many times, I cannot bear it.
I sat there, trying to think about what movie we should watch, but my mind kept wandering to the day. One crazy ass day. I mean, so much has happened, and it all just seems like a really big blur.
A really great blur though.
All these emotions, new feelings, new thoughts, all so...wait, is something burning? The fire alarm goes off and I jump up. "Oh shit." Hearing Andrew in the kitchen, I run to him, grabbing the fire extinguisher on the way.
When I reach the kitchen I don't see fire, just lots of smoke billowing from the microwave. This is a sad day for microwaves. Dropping the extinguisher on the floor, I popped open the microwave and grabbed the bag of pop corn...once again, bad idea. The steam seeping out of the bag. This burn managed to be worse than the hot pocket burn.
"Fuck...ow...goddammit..." I throw the bag into the sink and turn on the water, and turn on the fan by the stove to suck up the smoke.
Ow, ow ow ow...damn with the ow. I look at Andrew, trying to hide the seering pain in my hand. "Are you
Xander on his way into his kitchen grabs a fire extinguisher and popped open the microwave. He grabs the bag of popcorn and I think back to ealier on in thhis crazy day when he picked up the hot plate of Hotpocketsand burned himself...
And yet...here he is doing it again. I start to laugh. This boy never learns. I go get the ice pack and paper towel and get ready to ten to Xander's pain.
I come back to hear Xander swearing all over the kitchen and discarding the burnt popcorn bag. He's so cute when he's frustrated.
"Are you ok?" He asked trying to hide the fact that his hand was severely shaking...
"Yea I'm okay Xand. But I think we should stay from anything microwaveable for a while. Either your microwave hates you...or we're cursed with never being able to eat somethign microwaveable.
I laugh as I put the ice-pack to his hand yet again. "Hmmm...I wonder where I've seen this before." I smile and look up at the cutey.
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Holding his hand felt...nice..comforting almost. Anya was all about sex, never got to do the romance thing very much. But this was nice. We held hands the rest of the way to the apartment...up the elevator. We get to my door and I open it for him.
"After you." I smile at him and let him in first.
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Thats when I started to panick....oh God...wahts going to happen next? I'm not one to make the first move...I never make the first move. I'm incompetant at makign first moves...ahhh!!
Breath Wells...breath. Calm down. Waaaay down. I mean we've established the fact taht we like each other and I revealed the fact that I thought he was sexy and him me...I jsut don't know what to do next.
So I go further into the kitchen, hang my coat on a char and and go back twidling my thumbs...
"So..."
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"So..." I repeated, not really knowing what to say. "What do you uh...wanna do?" Ok stupid question, so sue me...I'm suddenly feeling very shy.
I start walking towards him, taking off my jacket and tossing ot over the chair, flashing him a shy smile.
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Oh god...oh god....oh god...
He takes off his jacket and flashes me a sexy smile...or I find it very sexy.
I move closer twoards him not knowing what the hell I'm doing...I just go for it.
Please don't break my heart. It's bee nshattered so many times, I cannot bear it.
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A really great blur though.
All these emotions, new feelings, new thoughts, all so...wait, is something burning? The fire alarm goes off and I jump up. "Oh shit." Hearing Andrew in the kitchen, I run to him, grabbing the fire extinguisher on the way.
When I reach the kitchen I don't see fire, just lots of smoke billowing from the microwave. This is a sad day for microwaves. Dropping the extinguisher on the floor, I popped open the microwave and grabbed the bag of pop corn...once again, bad idea. The steam seeping out of the bag. This burn managed to be worse than the hot pocket burn.
"Fuck...ow...goddammit..." I throw the bag into the sink and turn on the water, and turn on the fan by the stove to suck up the smoke.
Ow, ow ow ow...damn with the ow. I look at Andrew, trying to hide the seering pain in my hand. "Are you
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And yet...here he is doing it again. I start to laugh. This boy never learns. I go get the ice pack and paper towel and get ready to ten to Xander's pain.
I come back to hear Xander swearing all over the kitchen and discarding the burnt popcorn bag. He's so cute when he's frustrated.
"Are you ok?" He asked trying to hide the fact that his hand was severely shaking...
"Yea I'm okay Xand. But I think we should stay from anything microwaveable for a while. Either your microwave hates you...or we're cursed with never being able to eat somethign microwaveable.
I laugh as I put the ice-pack to his hand yet again. "Hmmm...I wonder where I've seen this before." I smile and look up at the cutey.
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