Sometimes relationships grow slowly, built on respect and history instead of passion and anguish. Companionship slides into interdependence. Innocent hugs become meaningful embraces. A quick peck on the lips turns into a searing kiss. One kiss becomes a whole lot more.

Sometimes you can convince yourself that years of indispensable friendship are enough to light up your heart.

"I love you," Buffy says one night as she lies beneath him.

Sometimes someone else knows you better than you do yourself.

"No, you don't," Xander replies with a soft, sad smile and an even softer kiss. "But thanks for saying it."

~end~