Buffy and Graham

The Beginning

  Buffy looked at his face for a long while and shook her head. "Its funny," She began. "we never said more then five words to each other in all that time I was with Riley. And now, I'm telling you things I've never told anyone before." Graham waited for her continue. "I-I feel like I can, you know?"

"Yeah, I know the feeling." Graham watched her turn her head to the television that he forgot existed.

Buffy bent her legs under herself and Graham opened his arms resting one of them on the back of the couch while the other head his head. He watched as Buffy slowly shifted her head toward him never making an eye contact. Getting the subtle hint, Graham circled is arm around her shoulders and brought her the rest of the way down to lay her head in his chest mindlessly watching the television until her eyes fluttered closed with sleep. The sound of a ringing cellphone startled Graham awake. He rubbed the back of his sore neck and looked at the television that was still on playing something he didn't recognise. Graham felt a slight pressure against his chest, it was Buffy sound asleep. Her tiny, yet deathly strong hand gripped a piece of his shirt. Graham smirked and pushed the loose strand of her hair off of her forehead and watched her tranquil face.

To an outsider at first glance, Buffy would not look like a young woman with the weight of world resting on her shoulders. Especially, curled into a childlike ball against Graham's chest.

Graham moved from his thoughts when he felt her hand unconsciously slide from his shirt and down his forearm draped across her midsection. He watched a faint smile twitch onto the corners of her mouth. She toyed with the hairs on his arm. "Hey." Her sleepy voice whispered breathlessly.

"Hey." Graham whispered.

Buffy opened her eyes looking up at Graham. Her tranquil face twisted horrified. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" She jumped to her feet.

"Buffy, it's alright. It was... nice." Graham admitted taking her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Buffy looked at him slightly surprised but thankful he was not freaked out. She opened her mouth to speak when cellphone rang loudly. Buffy looked down at the cellphone on the table. "Oh, damn it." She slapped her forehead. "Giles. Patrolling. I totally forgot."

"It's one thirty in the morning. Wow, we slept the entire rest of the day." Graham realised.

"I missed patrolling with the Slayers. He's gonna be pissed." She sat on the couch.

"How angry?"

"Like, grumpy and British, is never a good combination." She sighed heavily. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it now, I guess. I'm going to get some sleep. Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine."

"Feel free to use anything. night." Buffy stood running her fingers through her blonde hair as she went into her bedroom closing the bedroom door behind her.

Early the following morning, Buffy emerged from her bedroom ready to go adjusting the long curls of her hair. She gently knocked on Graham's door and opened it to see no one inside.

A bang of a pot from the kitchen caught Buffy's attention. She twisted around to see Graham at the rarely-ever-used-stove.

"How do you like your eggs? Sunny-side or scrambled-?"

Buffy softly smiled, "Surprise me." she walked around him to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. She turned leaning back against the counter and watched as Graham somewhat gracefully manoeuvred around the kitchen. Who was she kidding, he knew where more things were than she. Buffy smiled to herself.

She noticed soft music playing and eyed the vintage FM radio on the window sill. She listened to his humming of a Billie Holiday song, "Fine and Mellow".

"I like this song." Buffy said.

Graham smirked and placed a plate of breakfast on the counter beside her. "Eat." He instructed.

Buffy rolled her eyes and traded the coffee for the breakfast. "Where did you get the radio?"

Graham turned from the stove holding his own plate. "It was my grandfathers. Carried that all around Germany during World War II." Buffy eyed the radio with surprise. It was not the smallest machine. "He said, he'd never go anywhere without it."

Buffy took a bite of the eggs and hummed with satisfaction. "Mmm. Okay, you're officially the designated cook. Oh my God, this is really good." Graham smiled. Buffy caught an eye of his watch and grasped his wrist reading the time. "We're gonna be late if we don't leave now."

"Okay, Boss." Graham's eyes followed her as she crossed the apartment to he elevator doors. He let his attention roam down her cream coloured blouse and matching pencil skit that hugged every curve. Her blonde hair bounced into loose curls down her back enticing his wonderment of the softness velocity of her hair.

"C'mon James Oliver." She teased pressing the elevator button. Graham smiled placing the dirty plates into the sink and grabbed his coat following her into the elevator.