[He kissed her back. A voice in the back of his head where his conscience was once upon a time pointed out that this probably wasn't what Buffy needed right then, but he couldn't stop himself. Buffy's kisses were addicting. He couldn't keep himself from kissing her, even if it would probably be better to wrap his arms around her tight and let her cry onto his shoulder. He couldn't.
He could run his hands up and down her back gently while she kissed him, though. He could try and keep the kiss more slow and sweet than usual, try and show the love she'd just asked about. To treat her like the brilliant woman he knew she was.]
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He could run his hands up and down her back gently while she kissed him, though. He could try and keep the kiss more slow and sweet than usual, try and show the love she'd just asked about. To treat her like the brilliant woman he knew she was.]