Buffy saw the cab pull up and her heart instantly leapt into her throat. She swallowed it down as best she could, reaching an annoyingly shaky hand up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. Much to her surprise, Dean actually brought her flowers. No one had ever brought her flowers; a demon heart or an extra sharp weapon maybe, but never something as conventional as flowers.
She stared blankly at him for a brief second, the words he spoke taking a moment to register in her brain. She let go of the breath she seemed to be holding as the familiar smile crawled its way back onto her face. "No way," she said, a little hoarsely. She really wished her nerves had stayed back in her room, "Someone would have had to kill me for a third time to keep me from going out tonight."
Her eyes darted to the colorful bundle in his hands. She tilted her head, a shyness coming into her eyes as she met his, "Those for me?"
Bu, before he could answer, she closed the short distance between them and leaned up, pressing her lips against his softly. He had caught her so off guard earlier that she barely had the chance to kiss him back. Plus, she needed to do something to break the nervous tension she was feeling.