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Date Posted: 18:05:31 06/08/02 Sat
Author: BuffyX
Author Host/IP: 12-245-178-144.client.attbi.com / 12.245.178.144
Subject: Right Here, Right Now

Right Here, Right Now


Rating: PG. Nothing big.
Feedback: YES please!!
Disclaimer: Joss is God, blah blah, I own nothing, blah blah blah…
Synposis: This is the result of a fanfic challenge WillowX and I challenged each other to. Most likely it’s the first Buffy/Clem fic ever, so enjoy!

It had been a long night of hat, long-coat and mitten wearing, reapplying lip gloss, and the occasional vampire dusting (or fucking, if it was Spike) in Southern California, and Buffy was ready to go home. Buffy walked home whistling a wistful tune. Dawn was staying with Janice overnight, since apparently her parents didn’t care when it was a school night, but then again Buffy got the feeling that Janice’s parents were also crack heads. But that didn’t matter, because being wrapped up in her own gloominess was much more important than parenting her sister. Buffy was surprised to see a light on in the house. Cautiously, she opened the front door, which was unlocked, and looked round. After all, not all demons need invitations to get inside and they had been known to attack her at home. Well, not really, but she had to stay on her toes, right??

“Hello?” she called, taking off her coat, mittens, and hat because, hello, Southern California! “If you want a fight, let’s get it over with. I need my beauty sleep.”

There was a sound of movement in the living room. Her spider-sense sensed someone with quick, heavy steps, coming down the hall. The Slayer tensed, alert, ready to kick ass and look good doing it.

“Um, no need to fight, I just popped around to see if … and the door was open…” Buffy scowled, as the intruder appeared, a little timidly in the face of her aggression. It is Clem. He did his best to smile disarmingly.

“I’ll go if you like, it’s just that the door was unlocked, and you were all out, so I thought I’d better stay and make sure you weren’t burgled.” He began to edge nearer to the still wide-open front door, but Buffy relaxed, sighed, and finally smiled.

“It’s okay, Clem. Thanks for checking. You can stay awhile if you like.” She looked around the empty room, as if seeing the whole house, and added, “I could kind of use the company.”

“Thanks.” Clem smiled broadly at her, and closed the door. There was a slightly awkward moment as they stood in silence, and then Buffy moved past Clem to the living room, where she proceeded to sit down rather heavily on the sofa. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, obviously exhausted.

“Are you all right, Buffy?” Clem asked, concerned. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m fine,” she replied, her eyes still closed, “A drink and a bite to eat would be good, though.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”

As she listened to Clem bustling about in the kitchen, she wondered what she was doing. This was a demon, a friend of Spike’s for heaven’s sake, she was allowing to prepare food for her in her own home. On the other hand, he’d never done anything really evil (the kittens weren’t that bad, were they?) and he was sweet, even cute in a funny sort of way. His flab was kind of appealing, charming, almost. Then a most wonderful smell wafted through from the kitchen, and she decided that she’d just stop thinking and eat whatever he gave her.

A little while later, Clem emerged back into the room, after fixing up some Country Time and Bugles. He, preferring kittens himself, spent much of the time watching her eat and wondering why, if she ate so much, she was so small. Something to do with the slaying, perhaps. Possibly bulimia? They sat side-by-side on the sofa and talked. At first, they spoke politely of mutual acquaintances- Spike, Dawn, Xander, Spike- and then less politely of mutual acquaintances- Spike, Spike, Spike- but then Buffy said, “I’m tired of wasting my breath on that peroxided monstrosity. Let’s stop talking shop. If you could be anyone, who would you be?”

“Um, well…”
“No, Clem! To play this game, you have to reply spontaneously. It’s supposed to come from your heart, not your head.” She reached up and touched the spot behind his oversized floppy ear. Her hand lingered for a moment, and they both looked away shyly.
“Well, in that case, I’d be Greg from Dharma and Greg,” Clem replied, and Buffy grinned. “That Dharma sure is charming. How about you?”
“I’d be President,” she said, and then in her best forceful, deep voice, “Have wild affairs in the oval office.” They both giggled at that.
“If you could do anything, what would it be?” Clem asked, and then said, “No, let me guess--you’d be President.”

Buffy nodded, laughing. “And you’d marry Dharma,” she added. Clem pulled such a face at that idea--a face of exquisite pain or horrific pleasure, it is impossible to tell--that Buffy burst into a fresh bout of giggles, which set Clem off again. In their laughter, they moved imperceptibly closer together, until they were touching. Neither of them noticed, or if they did, they did not move away.

“My turn to ask a question,” Buffy says when they calmed down a bit. “If you could be anywhere in the world, now, where would you be?”
“I’d be in Paris,” Clem said instantly, straight-faced, “sitting next to you in a posh hotel room overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Where would you be?”

Buffy laughed, a laugh of joy rather than fun. “You can’t trick a Slayer with flattery, you know.”

“I was trying. It’s the truth--and you didn’t answer my question.”
“You’re persistent. Okay, I’d be.. …” Buffy struggled to think of something else, not to say what was in her mind.
“With me?” Clem suggested softly. Seemed like her plan not to tell him wasn’t working. Oh, well. Never mind. Buffy looked at him, and smiled.
“Yes,” she agreed. “With you. Only five seconds from now.” Buffy reached over and kissed him ever-so-softly on the lips, closing her eyes. When she drew away, he gazed at her with a slight smile.
“Can I change my answer?” he asked. “I’d be right here. Right now.”

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