12526/Just an old Post Card..

Just an old Post Card..
Date of Scene:	06 December 2020
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Buffy reminisces about an old flame and finally finds closure.
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Thomas Raith

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Buffy Summers has posed:
It's late, but at least it's a mild night, and the cold bitterness of winter hasn't yet hit this part of town. Which means she spent a long night out, travelling back from Gotham, doing a short shift at the magic box, followed by a quick patrol night...And then a last minute assignment that was due tomorrow!

Suffice it to say, Buffy is quite tired by the end of the day and ends up curling up on the sofa, flipping through some channels but giving up and ends up watching an old rerun of Seinfeld as she sips on hot cocoa and sifts through the day's mail.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Downstairs the club is in full swing, and Thomas has been doing his job schmoozing around. Still the app on his phone lets him know that the door to the apartment was opened using the security code. That makes him smile slightly and he makes one more round before placing a dinner for two order in with the kitchen and heading upstairs. So when he comes in he's still in full Man-in-white regalia. White suit, white shirt, white shoes, white tie. The faint scent of English Leather aftershave and two styrofoam boxes smelling of stuffed shells and salad. "Honey, I'm home." He calls out to the apartment as he sets them on the counter.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is still sifting through mail, only half awake when she hears his voice and smiles, setting the mail aside..Although a postcard slips out and falls to the floor, unnoticed by her. "Thomas, hey! Ooh, did you bring dinner too? I'm starved!"

She's all smiles as she steps towards him - more like leaps, hugging him tightly, "How was your day? You wouldn't believe how crazy mine was, between patrol, homework, late night shifts at the Magic Box..Ooh and scaling buildings on a motorbike...Geez, I'm pooped."

Oh yea, she totally stole one of his shirts, since all her clothes - including her pyjamas - are in the wash. Frequent washes are a must in her line of work afterall.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a little and kisses her cheek gently, giving her back the warm hugs and nipping playfully at her neck. "And here I was going to complain about paperwork and breaking up a drunken bachlorette party." He says amused as he opens the containers and fetches plates for the two of them. "Is it weird that for all the lingerie I buy you, some of it I still haven't seen modeled I might add, seeing you in one of my dress shirts is still one of the sexiest things i've ever seen?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and blushes a little, glancing towards the sofa, where a small paper shopping bag rests, half-hidden behind the sofa. "Heh, dunno..You like it?" she smiles and steps back a bit, striking a pose. "Hmm, I'm always happy to model anything you want, although I just put a ton of stuff in the wash..Y'know, ran into an old friend fresh out of a battle, guts all hanging out, bleeding like crazy..By the way I let him borrow a pair of shorts and a shirt you left at my old apartment..Hope that's okay?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith makes a bit of a face, "Buffy, I love you. I really do. But I can say unequivocal that if gave someone whose guts were hanging out a pair of my old shorts and a shirt, it is not an issue of him borrowing them. They belong to him now." He shudders in an overly dramatic fashion and plates the stuffed shells and garlic toast between them and takes a seat. "So what happened?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs, "Hmm, not entirely sure, but I think it had something to do with the whole mutant riots going on in Westchester county. See, he's an X-man, and an old friend of mine..." she shrugs and smirks, "Heh, well here's the funny thing, he got this super duper healing factor that lets him recover from pretty much any and every wound, short of decapitation, sooo..."

She shrugs, "He'll be fine. Don't worry, it's not like I stuck around to nurse his wounds or anything, just told him if he's gonna offer me a ride back home he needs a shower, clean clothes and a shave." Buffy chuckles at the thought, "At any rate, I got a potential 'cure' for those fish monsters, and that's the important thing...Although..There was something else I wanted to give you.."

Buffy smiles a bit shyly, glancing towards the hidden package next to the sofa.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith follows her gaze and smirks just a little bit. "Oh? Presents? I mean if you are trying to bribe me or butter me up, you should know that i am extremely vulnerable to such things and you should feel guilty about exploiting my inheirant weaknesses." he says playfully. Reaching behind him to pull a bottle of red wine from the rack as well as a pair of glasses. "Also, healing factor or no, I stand by my statement."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs and shakes her head, "Don't need to bribe you, this was a long time coming...Come on!" she playfully tugs him towards the sofa, but is careful not to cause him to drop the wine or glasses as she tugs gently on his elbow..

Then of course she sees the dropped post card and blinks, "Ohh, what's this?" biting her lip, she pauses to pick it up, carefully examining the picture of Big Ben in the front, the postage stamp clearly from England.

"....Huh..." she falls into silence as she flips it over to read the contents on the other side, frowning softly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sets the wineglasses down and pours them full. He raises an eyebrow as she starts examining the post card. "I'm not sure, haven't seen it." He says curiously. "Is everything alright?" He moves closer to her to read over her shoulder.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs softly as she quietly reads the card, then reads it over again, "Y-yeah..Everything's just fine, guess...I guess this is from Brian..Saying hi..Decided to stay in England and got back together with an old flame of his, some blonde girl named Meggan?" she shrugs, some inexplicable expression crossing her features for a brief moment before it passes.

"I mean, I knew that he had to rush back to England to take care of some family emergency, kept trying to convince me to come with him, but I just...I couldn't.." her voice softens at the end, wracked with guilt, but torn too..

"Even so..I just couldn't uproot my life here, and..I...I didn't want to leave you behind, even if we weren't...Back then.." she sighs, sinking against the sofa, confused, guilt-ridden..Maybe just a bit relieved that he's moved on too..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith ahhs softly and nods. "I see." He says simply and wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and just holding her. He doesn't say anything, because anything he could say might sound trite or even self serving. Certainly he'd been rather vigorously and unashamedly pursing her even before her relationship with British Superhero had ended.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers just closes her eyes, pressing in against him tightly, maybe just a few emotional tears trickling down her cheek. "You were right..I didn't love him..I never did. Even if he claimed to love me, I just couldn't.." she laughs, shaking her head, "Everything between us was just physical, nothing more, I mean..He was a nice guy. Showered me with ridiculously expensive gifts all the time and I felt bad. But I just couldn't.."

She glances up at him thoughtfully. "But, I'm..Happy for him, I'm glad he found his true love, I'm glad it all worked out. And I don't regret choosing you. Even if we took the long way around, even if things were...Strange, at first."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit, and he brushes the tears from her face lightly with his thumbs before he kisses her. Long, slow and sweet. His eyes just the faintest bit lighter then their normal shade. "Love is a dangerous thing. Nothing makes us feel better. Nothing makes us hurt worse." He says softly, "I promise you, I get it." he grins a little bit adding, "Though I like to think I've showered you with some ridiculously expensive gifts once or twice."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers seems to relax visibly as she leans in to return the kiss, slow and passionate as she presses her lips to meet his. By this time She's climbed comfortably into his lap, straddling him and smiles softly, nodding at she rests her hands gently on his shoulders. "I know, heck, it's not that I'm complaining at all, just, at least you're more than just a fancy castle, or expensive gifts, you know?"

Buffy smiles some more, a warm, tender smile as she cups his face, peering at those lighter eyes, "How long have we been together now? A bit more than a year? I guess, with all the waffling and push and pull between us I never quite nailed down a date, exactly..But if love is really so dangerous, I think I feel safer, you know..Sharing it with you.."

Oh great, that sounded like it came straight out of a cheesy romance novel. Buffy groans, "Geez, did I just say that out loud? I mean, it sounded waaay better in my head.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins wickedly, "So the big bad Slayer has a soft side, who knew." He says playfully, sliding his hands under the tails of the shirt she is wearing and giving her a light squeeze. He leans up, giving her a slow nibbling kiss before adding. "I mean, to be fair though, a /castle/? Even I'd have trouble topping a castle. Best I can offer is two or so weeks in a private mansion on a tropical island where they film porn three months out of the year." he says playfully.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and blushes a little, shivering at his touch, but doesn't pull away, "Y-yeah, well...Yknow, he's practically royalty and a billionaire, philanthropist, super smart, and a super powerful super hero, but.." she sighs, gently caressing his cheek, leaning in again to press butterfly kisses against his neck.

"But none of that matters to me. I just want..You, so.." More giggling and blushing at his offer, playful king tickling him or attempting to, under the armpits, "But that sounds perfect to me, you know? And I can't wait to meet the rest of your crazy family!"

Of course she just knows what's coming next, isn't she the pot calling the kettle black, or whatever?

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit and pulls her down for one of those long, soul scorching kisses before reaching up and casually unbuttoning the top button of the dress shirt she is wearing then the second one. "So is there really presents or was that just an elaborate charade to get me over here so that you could have your way with me?" he asks in his most innocent sounding tone.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks and shakes her head. "No! No charade, no tricks, no sleight of hand, cuz you know, I tried being a magician once and honestly I kinda sucked at it, cuz you know, having to be sneaky and subtle without using my fists is really hard and besides, what's with those weirdo fishtail jackets and bathing suits and rabbits in a hat? Like what's with that? Do they like live in there or something, and...And.."

She grimaces, "Ohh, I'm babbling again, aren't I? Someone just shut me up!" Buffy leans over to scoop up the paper bag, handing it to him. "Okay, maybe it's a little silly..But to me it's an important milestone, cuz you know, I've always thought I was cursed in love, until you came along, and I just..Wanted to thank you..For everything, so..So.."

And with that, Buffy shoves the gift towards him, "So happy anniversary? Maybe?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit and she can tell that he is definitely visualizing that particular outfit on her for just a moment. Then he quickly opens his present and smiles at the contents. Perhaps not all that strangely, it's the the that seems to get him even more then the cologne. After all the first gift she'd ever given him was around christmas... and wrapped in white tie. He smiles and holds it out to her and raises his chin. He'd once told her that one of the few things things more arousing then having a woman take off a man's tie, is having her put it on him. It's such an intimate act that it's rarely shared even among lovers.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers watches him expectantly, shuffling back into his lap and smiles, tilting her head. "Soo? Do you like? I mean, this stuff is expensive as heck but I saved up and, you know, I figured it'd be worth it. As for the tie.."

She smirks, reaching out to adjust it. And at least Buffy is adept at putting a tie on, thanks to years of practicing on Xander. She expertly folds and fastens it around his neck, "I figured just once, I'd like to see you in something other than white..Not that I mind all your white attire of course, but this makes a nice contrast, don't you think?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles and is looking into her eyes deeply as he says simply, "It's perfect." His tone gentle and pull of...well a complex array of love, lust, hunger, longing and passion. All of it rolled into those two simple words. "Thank you," he whispers softly taking take a whiff of the cologne as well and raising an eyebrow, obviously pleased. "Might have to get a new stick to beat bachlerettes off with though.."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles, "I'm glad.." she grabs the cologne and sprays some on his neck, a little on his chest after unbuttoning his shirt, she leans in to him to inhale deeply the woodsy scent of sandalwood, balsam, and hints of leather. "Mmmm, now you're even more addictive than before, although, maybe just use it sparingly in that case?" Buffy smirks, "Of course, isn't that why you're dating a super strong slayer? So no one dares come near you without having to deal with me?" she grins.