11638/Breakfasts and presents.

Breakfasts and presents.
Date of Scene:	18 June 2020
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Thomas and Buffy trade gifts and breakfast
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Buffy Summers

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Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith had got in late the night before. He'd been up in Vancouver meeting with a whiskey distributer about a bath of small batch scotch he'd purchased for a private party. It'd been late and he'd crawled into bed beside his lover with little more then a brush of his lips agienst her neck. He's still sleeping now, but with the sun uo there is an obvious gift for Buffy sitting on the sofa. It is in bright pink wrapping paper with putter flies on it. A Red ribbon with a kitten shaped ard that reads "You are Purr-fet"... The present itself is... Well shaped like a battle Axe... And the same size and approximate weight as a battle Axe..

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers yawns and stretches as she gets up, really preferring to sleep in but she have an early shift to cover at the Magic Box. She'd been a bit lonely the past few weeks with Thomas away on a business trip and had delved into work and patrolling. It takes her a few moments to spy the gift on the sofa, eyes wide in curiosity.

"Helooo, what's this?" she smiles as she fumbles with the wrapping paper, and can't help but chuckle at the cutesy wrapping. "Awe..."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sits up in his bed wearing just his black silk boxers and looking as always like the patron God of Bowflex. He smirks a little bit and streaches like a cat. "Bet you can't guess what it is," He says in a playful tone as if the shape in the paper were impossible to discern. He moves to put on coffee.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers grins, dressed in a silk white night shirt as she runs her eyes. She should get ready for work but she'd rather play hookey and spend much needed time with Thomas. "Morning handsome, how was the trip?" she murmurs, still half asleep as she shakes the package before carefully tearing it open, "Let me guess, this is either a weird shaped cat made out of metal...Orrr a...Battleaxe?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles, mildly amused. "I was really leaning towards getting you a cat too." He says with a wicked smile as the ambrosia like aroma of coffee fills the air. "I bought it at that same place I bought Harry that enchanted hockey stick and drumsticks." He leans agienst the wall and smiles. "I met with the forth, or was it fifth? No definitely fifth whiskey distributer to tell me that they supplied AL Capones personal favorite Whiskey during prohibition." he says amused. "This one was especially amusing sine they were founded the year after prohibition ended."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers oohs, holding up the axes, taking a couple of swings. "Ooh! I love it! You are awesome!" she grins, leaping towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist, giving him a peck on the cheek, "You spoil me rotten..I really missed you." she sighs a bit. "Of course, a kitty would be super awesome too..Maybe a ferocious bobcat I could take on patrols?" she grins and winks impishly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs a little in amusement at that idea, watching as she effortlessly moves the heavy blades and the interesting things it does to her chest and stomach under the thin silk. He kisses her back, slow and hot. Feeding on her just a little, almost an instinct at this point. "I mean it was the axe or a bottle of maple syrup, and would I really be that cliche?" he asks playfully. There is a gallon sized bottle of maple syrup on the counter.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and closes her eyes, nuzzling close against him for a few moments. She'd missed this - his scent, his touch, even the thrilling sensation of being fed on. She sighs softly, contentedly, "Hmmm, I do like sweet things, but I like sharp and pointy things more." she sighs, glancing back at the axe on the sofa thoughtfully.

"Maybe I should call in sick..It's been a slow week and Anya's supposed to be working all day too." the maple syrup is noticed on the container and she chuckles, "Ooh, do you think I could come with you next time? Never actually been to Canada. Is it really that much colder there? Do they really run around in sleds, and say 'eh' all the time?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit. "Not in the prt I was doing business in. Though one of the distributer kept apologizing, even when nothing had been done to warnet an apology." He says amesed. Seeing her seeing the syrup he says "I mean I could make pancakes... We could lay on the sofa and watch artoons all day..

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks and nods, "Ooh, I just love cartoons! Especially loony tunes, never gets old." she grins impishly as she pulls out her phone, dialling a number, "Ooh, how can I say no to pancakes made by you? But you know one if these days I'm gonna cook something for you as a surprise...And I'll make sure you eat it and enjoy it!" she grins wickedly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives her a wicked look and says "Honestly Buffy, I do not know why you have to threaten me so." He says playfully and begins taking down the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch. "So anything interesting uhh Pop up while I've been in the great white North?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers mock pouts, "Awwwe, Cmon, my cooking isn't *that* bad, is it? I mean..You'd eat it anyway..Right? Because if you didn't, I'd have to slay you." she continues to grin wickedly, but painterly backs into the living room again, flopping in the sofa and starts running her fingers over her new toy. She just can't wait to try it out!

"Interesting? Oh you know, the usual, patrol, work, taking time off from school over the summer, pretty routine stuff. Oh.." she frowns a bit, looking troubled. "Well..There is one thing..Looks like there's a new fallen angel in town and he's got his sights set on Willow.." her tone and expression are halfway between worried and thoughtful...

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at that, tilting his head slightly. "I was under the impression that Williow's tastes ran in the other direction. I mean the alternative is that she was not attracted to me personally, and I just cannot belive that." He says with a grin.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmms, "Well, she goes either way really, but tends to lean towards girls I think.." she shrugs, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "Heck, for all we know, there's nothing going on between them and they're just good friends but...I dunno. This guy Zach...Seems okay, a bit odd, maybe lonely. Says he's just a low level grunt that got 'left behind'..Is that even possible?"

She shrugs, "Of course when Harry found out he was livid, told me how he was tortured by some fallen angels, how they're all evil, blah blah blah...He sure does rant doesn't he? I mean, I appreciate his concern, just..I dunno, I've come to realize that there are exceptions to every rule, heck you're a shining example of that.."