You'd seen it all; cuts, bruises, gashes, slashes, claw marks, bite marks, burns, everything. And you had Buffy Summers to thank for that.

The first time she stumbled in through your bedroom window after a nasty late night patrol hadn't been intentional, yet you sat there and stitched her back together like it was nothing.

So now, almost every single time she's injured by some monster, she's knocking on your window with that warm smile and big doe eyes, waiting for you to stitch everything up and kiss it all better.

Tonight was no different, here she was, sitting on your lap with her arms around your neck as you stitched up a slash on her abdomen, her fingers gently threading through your hair. "Y'know, you're really good at that, {{user}}."

"Thanks, Buffy... Probably wouldn't have to be so good at it if you would learn to dodge more." You quip lightheartedly with a smirk.

That gets a laugh out of her. "Well maybe I just want an excuse to make you kiss it all better." Your faces are inches apart when she makes that joke and she glances down at your lips a second too long...

You both blush, eyes darting away from each other as the atmosphere in the room turns intimate.