12145/Food fixes everything (maybe

Food fixes everything (maybe
Date of Scene:	08 September 2020
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Buffy makes up with Thomas (part 2).
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Thomas Raith

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Buffy Summers has posed:
The last few days had been pretty tense. Although Buffy had confessed to Thomas about what happened between her and Spike, she wasn't convinced that she was completely forgiven. Even so, she'd decided to stay at the Summers' house for a bit, since it meant no more 'accidental bumping' into a certain vamp.

She'd also spent less time at the Blue Lady when she wasn't quietly working, mostly because things were probably still awkward between her and Thomas.

Eventually though, she missed him and caved in, knocking hesitantly on his apartment door even though she had the code, but hey she didn't want to catch him by surprise or anything.

Ooh, and she brought a peace offering too, in the form of a six-pack of Mac's infamous ale, and two juicy steak burgers to go.

"Umm hello, Thomas? Are you there? Can I...Can I come in?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
"I'm in the living room!" he calls out to her... And he is puzzling over, of all things a chess board. All of the pieces except 6 black pawns have been removed and he holds a seventh in his hand. "Hello there beautiful. Something smells delisious..." He kisses her neck and adds. "Oh and you brought food too." he adds in a playful tone.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers breathes a sigh of relief, at least she's not surprising an absent room..And he seems to be in good spirits. She smiles faintly as she steps in, nodding as she shoves one at him. "Yeah! I figured you might be hungry..And thirsty, even though it's the middle of the week and..Whatcha working on?"

She quirks a brow, peering at the chessboard and smirks as she sets down the rest of the food and ale on the coffee table. "You're playing chess..By yourself?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Axe's daughter of all people challenged me with it." He says holding up the pawn "You are supposed to place eight 'Queens' on the board where none of them can capture the others. She called it the King's secret girlfriends." He shakes his head slightly, "How does an 8 year old know this stuff?" he says amused, going to the fridge for steak sauce.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers bliinks slowly. "Um...Really? eight queens? That's craaaazy." she takes a bite of her burger before peering at the board. "Gee, I wouldn't know, must be the company she keeps." Buffy smirks a bit, and oh, that can be taken any number of ways, but she already said it without thinking.

"Uh, I mean...Well heey, do these 'queens' get the abilities of pawns or actual queens? otherwise that's impossible. And crazy. And you have waay too much time on your hands."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks and tosses the pawn in his hand back onto the board. "I'm pretty sure the pawns represent actual queens." He says simply, "And I'm sure it can be done, I'm just resisting the urge to just Google the damn answer." He shakes his head and smiles. "That kid is brilliant honestly, She's going to make something of herself if she tries." He takes a large bite of his burger and smiles. "I've missed you."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow. "Oh...Yeah? That's...How old is Axe's kid again?" Buffy laughs a bit, shaking her head as she settles down on the sofa, popping open a can of ale, offering one to Thomas. "She sounds pretty amazing, growing up pretty quickly, heck, she's got a pretty incredible dad.."

She pauses at the next words, glancing at him thoughtfully, her gaze softening a bit. "I missed you too..Although I'm not convinced you're not still mad at me. Because that was waay too easy."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"She's eight. She's fluent in Spanish, her English is better then mine, she can name all the Presidents in order, and she built a lego Death Star by herself." He grins slightly and sips his beer. Still when Buffy decides to address the elephant in the room he sighs. "Look, The kiss? The kiss doesn't bother me. It really doesn't. What bothers me is /you/ are the one that made the rules and then you broke them. That bothers me.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles faintly and nods. "Yeah...Wow, that's pretty impressive." of course she can't avoid that other problem forever. She sighs, lowering the burger as she thinks that over, nodding slowly.

"I know..I guess that was pretty hypocritical of me..But you know, it's not like I planned this from the beginning? I messed up, it'll never happen again. And I KNOW it must be really hard for you, being what you are, looking like you do.."

Buffy laughs a bit. "Heck, if it makes you feel better, I'd totally deserve it if you went out and kissed some other girl, heck, fed on them if it would help but..You KNOW this was just a one time thing, a mistake that I'll never ever forget, or repeat, right? It's not like I WANT anyone else but you.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a little bit, "The only interest I have in bringing anyone else back here for...lunch... is if you were interested in a joint meal, and you've already made it clear that is not something you want." He says simply. "I don't believe in turn about, or an eye-for-an-eye or any of that. You, by your own admission, messed up. My messing up the same way won't make /us/ better."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, shaking her head. "I dont think..Love like that can be shared between more than two people. It's not longer special, no longer precious." She sighs, closing her eyes, resting her head against the pillow. Buffy's not sure if she has an appetite now. "So..What CAN I do to make *us* better? How can I possibly make it up to you?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a bit. "There is no band-aid in this sort of thing Buffy." He says resting next to her. and smiling. "You've asked for forgivness. I am giving it to you. You said it will never happene again. I expect you to hold yourself to that promise. Beyond that we keep going foreward and let any wound heal. It's in the open, we both know how the other feels, so it won't fester. Let's just stop picking at the scab."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods slowly, taking a long slow sip of her ale. At least it helps her calm her nerves when she doesn't have things to beat up. "I guess so...It just kinda sucks. I mean, I'm used to being the one who gets screwed over..And here I thought you didn't understand real love, being who and what you are..I mean no offense!"

She holds up her arms in surrender. "But that's what I love about you, you just look like a pretty faced playboy, but you're so much more than that arent you? You're incredibly wise and intelligent, way more than most people I've met..You really are a contradiction.."

Buffy sighs, "I guess time heals all wounds huh?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Well no, not all wounds. But it's a better doctor then most." He smiles a little bit as the ever nimble Slayer manages to stumble over her own words a bit, just raising an eyebrow as she says he doesn't understand real love. Looking highly amused. Still before she can get her foot too deep in her mouth, he leans over and kisses her. "I love you too Buffy. I really do... And also, you did promise me costumes."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs nervously, and she really can babble sometimes, "Umm that's not what I meant! That just..Totally came out wrong! I mean you obviously had some great love in your past..That you don't talk about..That..That...I should really shut up, shouldn't I?"

She laughs nervously, shaking her head as she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing eager lips against him..It really is true about absence making the heart fonder isn't it?

"I love you, Thomas Raith.." she murmurs softly, only briefly breaking the kiss,, still holding him close, blushing profusely at the costume bit.

"Heh..I did, didn't I? But I guess I owe you one..Do your worst.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit raising an eyebrow at that. "Oh do my worst shall I? Better be careful what you wish for Ms. Summers." He says playfully, not moving far away so that he can kiss her again, and then he whispers softly, looking her deeply in the eyes. "Mine." He says gently moving for another kiss.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow at that, smiling nervously. "I'm....Gonna regret this, aren't I?" she laughs, pulling him back with her as she lays on the sofa, having been starved of his attention for so long. "But..Maybe I deserve it, right?"

She smiles faintly though, closing her eyes as she runs her fingers through his hair, pressing butterfly kisses against his neck. "I'm all yours. Promise."