Chapter Text
He’s....
Well.
He’s trying to be furious with her, because this has all been for her benefit, and she has an entirely viable (if irritating) candidate available, and if she wasn’t so stubborn-
He’s trying very, very hard to be furious with her, because there’s only so much patience he can be expected to have. His self control, usually rigid, lays in tatters; his reasons, logical and well planned, are thrown to the wind.
Every plan he’s made has been ruined, because she’s seen fit to cover his lips with hers, and his mind has gone completely blank.
Hm.
Actually, he’s not sure why humans aren’t just doing this all the time. He can’t remember why he hasn’t been doing this every waking moment since he found her, or why he ever saw fit to deprive himself off it, except that Delta is right about his being utterly and completely moronic.
She sighs against his mouth, and something in him snaps, and he’s hers without question.
----------------
He sighs heavily, resting his forehead against hers, his hand still cradling the side of her throat.
‘You really should not have done that.’
Anya laughs, a little incredulous, and he doesn’t have to look to know she’s rolling her eyes.
"You’re still going to pretend you don’t have feelings for me? After that ?"
"No," he responds dryly, "but I had been doing fairly well, before. That was underhanded."
He feels her shrug, and feels a thrill of warmth in his chest as she rests her cheek against his shoulder.
She smells like home.
"Someone had to tell the truth."