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At My Most Beautiful
by Gillian the Cute Eskimo
~I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile~
Buffy stumbled into the house, carrying several grocery bags and generally very put out.
She looked at her machine, and was surprised to find five messages.
~I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes
You always say your name
Like I wouldn't know it's you
At your most beautiful~
The first one began...it was Xander, reading the most horrendous poem she had ever heard. But she continued to listen to the awkward rhymes and bad rhythm.
The message cut off, leaving Xander mid-word, and the second message began, "I got cut off, so I'll just start from where it stopped me."
The third and fourth messages was another poem, the fifth a short message saying, "I need you to call me and leave a message....I accidentally erased the one I had saved."
She picked up the phone and called him, saying when the answering machine picked it up, "Umm...it's Buffy, you told me to call so I did...."
Xander picked up his phone, laughing.
"What?!" She demanded.
"I know you're voice....you don't have to introduce yourself."
~I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile~
"So...what are we doing tonight?"
Xander smiled, even if she couldn't see it. "Watching movies at my house?"
"Okay...sounds great."
~At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly
With every one whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye watching me
Listening
I thought I saw a smile~
That night Buffy lay in Xander's arms as he watched the last of the movies on the couch. Watching perhaps wasn't the correct term, since he was much more intnent of counting her eyelashes.
Gently kissing her forehead, Xander didn't bother to move.
~I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile~
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