Over the next week, Buffy goes on four dates. She has to admit, Kon is nothing if not dedicated. On the other hand, she's worried. It's Saturday, her day off, and instead of doing something useful, like her laundry, or even something fun, she's sitting at home daydreaming about Kon.
Really bad sign.
He isn't even her boyfriend, exactly. They go out, but they never agreed on terminology. They haven't even had sex yet.
Not that she wants to have sex with him.
She bangs her head on the coffee table softly. "Damnit."
She blinks. Kon's at the door. "Don't you have practice?"
"I'm skipping," he says, sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her shoulder. "Hi."
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
"Visitng you," he grins, kissing her.
Fuck, she really likes him.
"So what were we gonna do?" she asks.
"Go skating," he says.
"We're both skipping skating, you dork."
"Not skating skating," he clarifies.
"Oh yeah, that non-skating skating."
"You and me, public rink, rented skates," he says, smiling. "No pressure."
"You don't wanna, you know, take some time off?"
"I wanna have fun with a pretty girl."
"I guess you're picking her up later."
"Is that a yes?"
"Sure," she says finally.
The rink is nice, and she has to admit it's nice to just skate for once, without Giles coaching. Kon might have actually had a point.
"So," he says, "can I make you dinner?"
"Make me dinner?"
He nuzzles her hair as they walk. "Like I can afford food after those ice skates."
"So you wanna..."
"Take you home and make you dinner."
"I don't get to go to your place?"
"Bart'll eat everything. And I want some privacy."
"Private dinner, huh?" she smiles, getting out of the car at her house.
"Maybe a movie."
"Very romantic," she snarks, but...he actually kind of is. He's sweet and goes out of his way to think of really good dates. And he's making dinner with her. It's nothing fancy, just some spaghetti and salad, but it's nice.
And she really, really likes him.
Ideally, she'd just die now.
Instead, she leans across the table and kisses him.
"Buffy," Kon breathes, pushing her shirt over her head.
"Were we gonna do something?" she asks, pretending not to notice that they're moving towards her room.
"I forgot," he says, in a space of unnatural quiet right after he pushes her onto the bed.
"This works," she says finally, swallowing hard.
"Oh," says Kon. "Cool."
They start kissing again, but when she tugs off his shirt, he looks away.
"Uh," he says, "Listen."
"I've never actually...done this before."
"I might not be as much of a ladies man as I said I was."
"I got that much. But...you still want to?"
"Are you kidding?" he asks, leering at her. "I want you."
That's good enough for her.
When she wakes up, Kon's curled around her with his face nestled in her hair. She's momentarily shocked that he stayed, but figures that it makes sense. Kon likes cuddling more than any other guy she's met. He'll be gone soon, so she cuddles up against him and goes back to sleep.
Next time she wakes up, he's gone, and she sighs. It was too good to last, obviously.
Then she smells the pancakes.
"Hey," he says when she finds her way into the kitchen. "Hope you don't mind."
"Yeah, I hate it when boys I sleep with cook me food," she says, rolling her eyes.
"Do they usually cook good food? Because I'm still learning."
"You're the first," she says, wandering over to the stove to see how he's doing. It's just a nice bonus when that results in him kissing her. "We should do this more often."
Kon lights up. "Really? I mean. Yeah. We should."
"If we do it too much you're gonna end up my boyfriend."
"I thought I was already your boyfriend," he says loftily.
"I guess if you weren't before, you are now."
Kon grins at her. She looks away carefully.
"So can I walk you to the rink after breakfast?"
"Isn't that a little obvious?" she asks, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"I live with Tim and Bart," Kon points out. "They know I didn't come home last night."
"Why didn't you, anyway?"
"Why would I sleep home alone when I could sleep with you?"
"My bed's kind of cramped."
"That just means I get closer to you."
She swallows. "I should probably go over alone. Giles might flip."
He looks disappointed, but recovers. "Can we do something tonight?"
He kisses her quickly and squeezes her hand. "See you soon."
As soon as he's gone, Buffy calls Willow. Giles will forgive her for skipping just once.
"Where is she?"
Giles has to admit the hockey boy looks genuinely distressed. "She was at home th--last time I saw her," he swears.
"Well, she isn't here now."
"Yeah I am," says Buffy, running in. "Sorry, Wil called."
Giles sighs. "You were very late."
"You know Wil."
"Hey," says the hockey boy, quietly. Buffy gives him a small smile, and he squees her hand.
"We have to start," says Giles, as gently as he can.
"Yeah, yeah," she says, smiling. "I'm coming."
The hockey player looks after her adoringly.
Giles sighs. Hormones are always getting in the way.