by: VanessaSky
disclaimer: Joss Whedon Lucky bastard
distribution: my site, anybody else want, take, let me know you have
paring: b/a
rating: pg-14
summary: sometimes leaving really is that easy
spoilers: end of S7 and S4
an: Just a small light that went off in my head, hope you enjoy
feedback: i usually don't beg (PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK), but since you asked.....
"So what do we do now?" That was the question that had been on her mind the entire way from the remains of Sunnydale, to the posh Hyperion Hotel in LA.
They had arrived, been patched up, and sent to separate rooms for much needed sleep, and the future never seemed more dim. When she was sure everybody was asleep that night, she picked up what little belongings she had, and walked out the front door without even a backward glance.
At that same time a person in a similar situation to hers walked out of the small apartment that adjoined his office, and walked to the one place he knew he'd find her.
She was leaning against the railing that over looked the Santa Monica Bay, when he put his arms around her waist. She leaned into the feel of his strong arms around her, something they hadn't shared in a long while.
"How did you find me here?" He leaned down far enough to whisper in her ear even though nobody was around them, "if I was blind I would see you."
Her smile seemed to make the stars sparkle, "stay with me." He increased his hold around her waist, "forever, that's the whole point. I'll never leave," He felt her go tense, and she opened the eyes that had been dreamily shut since his arms first went around her. She waited for the dream she had had all that time ago to come true, for him to say those final words, and leave her.
Leave her to a bed that she just woke up in from dreaming about too many things that could never come true. "Not unless you leave with me." She was so shocked she couldn't form words.
Couldn't even protest when he turned her around in his embrace and kissed her. With that one single kiss he expressed everything that needed to be said, and hadn't been, and everything that was said, and was regretted.
When the kiss ended she picked up her bag, and they walked off into the night together. They left LA that night, and jetted to Europe.
They learned that night that leaving was easier than good-bye. And good-bye was something they never did again.
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