Immediately her mind races, trying to think of a piece of jewelry she couldn't wear every day. Sure, she changes her earrings and her necklace here and there, but she wears nearly the same ones a few times a week, so it can't be anything like the ring or cross he bought for her. "What, like a tiara?" It's meant as a joke, her arm loosening to allow him to swing it without restriction. There's no way she'd wear one. Ever. Well. Not this version of her. If he had met her before Sunnydale (or, you know, if she knew he did~), before she'd become the Slayer, that version of her would have very well worn it, every single day.
"You mean the forced tattoo that made me a demon magnet, literally?" Yeah, no. Tattoos are not in her future. Between the initial inking of it and then the removal of it, Buffy's learned tattoos are not worth the cost. Especially in terms of actual money.
What renders her completely speechless, and her brain to stop working altogether, is his informed reply about a tongue ring and other piercings. Particularly how he would've felt it. And now it's all she pictures. Wondering how it might feel to have the metal bar glide over his tongue and over his teeth until she worked her way out and down the length of his body so he could get a better feel for it where it would have the most influence. That alone has her considering it might not be a bad thing. If she were into those kinds of piercings. She's not; but more power to those who are. Her mouth opens ready to comment but all that comes out is an unintelligent sound. Her cheeks are burning and her ears, too. Mainly from the way his eyes darken, just the slightest ─ bless Slayer abilities allowing her to have keen eyesight in the night to notice ─ and how he's drinking her in. A look she knows well. A look that normally has her throwing herself at him, when in private.
Every other reaction her body usually has to it ─ to him, is still present. Just several more blocks and she can have him, she reminds herself.
Finally, finally though, she finds her words with her heart still racing. "How do you know long other piercings take to heal?" She doesn't think he's been with anyone who would have told him, or found out from experiencing it with them, but she has to ask all the same, curious. But then! The second it's out of her mouth it dawns on her.
Turning her head inward, she presses her face momentarily against his arm and groans, realizing what he's done; turned the tables. "You're awful, you know that?" She sighs, "An awful tease."
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"You mean the forced tattoo that made me a demon magnet, literally?" Yeah, no. Tattoos are not in her future. Between the initial inking of it and then the removal of it, Buffy's learned tattoos are not worth the cost. Especially in terms of actual money.
What renders her completely speechless, and her brain to stop working altogether, is his informed reply about a tongue ring and other piercings. Particularly how he would've felt it. And now it's all she pictures. Wondering how it might feel to have the metal bar glide over his tongue and over his teeth until she worked her way out and down the length of his body so he could get a better feel for it where it would have the most influence. That alone has her considering it might not be a bad thing. If she were into those kinds of piercings. She's not; but more power to those who are. Her mouth opens ready to comment but all that comes out is an unintelligent sound. Her cheeks are burning and her ears, too. Mainly from the way his eyes darken, just the slightest ─ bless Slayer abilities allowing her to have keen eyesight in the night to notice ─ and how he's drinking her in. A look she knows well. A look that normally has her throwing herself at him, when in private.
Every other reaction her body usually has to it ─ to him, is still present. Just several more blocks and she can have him, she reminds herself.
Finally, finally though, she finds her words with her heart still racing. "How do you know long other piercings take to heal?" She doesn't think he's been with anyone who would have told him, or found out from experiencing it with them, but she has to ask all the same, curious. But then! The second it's out of her mouth it dawns on her.
Turning her head inward, she presses her face momentarily against his arm and groans, realizing what he's done; turned the tables. "You're awful, you know that?" She sighs, "An awful tease."