Third Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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Thanks to a laundry...incident, Dawn was wearing the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Dean after the Meerkat cabin theft, which was way too long for her, and the skirt she'd stolen borrowed from Buffy before she left Cleveland, which was way too short. Not unlike Buffy, come to think of it.

Just so people would think it was intentional, though, she put up a small sign, hastily written on notebook paper and stuck to the door of the common room.

HAPPY PANTSLESS FRIDAY!

In other news, she was trying to learn her domesticated canine vocabulary for class on Monday.

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[likethegun]

"Oh yeah, because it would be such a hardship to kiss you again," he said, teasing. "Maybe we could invest in some strong boxes or something."

"Right," he said quietly. "I should probably talk to Buffy tomorrow. I should have talked to her sooner, really. I don't think I'm being a very good boyfriend right now."

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"Boxes would be good." She paused. "And yeah, you probably should. I feel really, really bad. Um...wear a helmet? Maybe some padding?"

[likethegun]

"Don't feel bad," Sam said, trying to sound reassuring. "Only a little bit of this is about you. And I don't think she can outright kill me, so I'll be all right."

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Dawn decided she'd better stock up on bandages and peroxide. "I'm sorry the timing on this was so weird, but not that there was stuff to be weird about, if that makes any sense?"

[likethegun]

"That makes total sense," Sam said, mustering up the courage to reach over and brush his fingers over her hand. "I'm not sorry about having something to weird this all up either."

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Dawn closed her fingers over Sam's, then let go quickly. "So."

[likethegun]

"So," Sam repeated, carefully pulling his hand back. "Once I do that, I guess we can figure out what do to next?"

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She nodded, then smiled slowly at him. "I guess we can."

[likethegun]

"I really wish I'd known how well this conversation was going to go," Sam said, snickering. "I would have said something a lot sooner."

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"How much sooner are we talking about?" She asked, purely out of curiosity. Really.

[likethegun]

"Um. I guess this might be a good time to admit that I've liked you since about the second day I was here," he said.

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Dawn thwapped him.

[likethegun]

"Hey! What was that for? It wasn't like I could say anything so soon!"

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"You could have said something! I don't know when," she said, realizing she'd started dating Dean a day or two later, "but you could have! There could have been telling and then I wouldn't have been feeling quite so stupid whenever you smiled at me and my stomach filled up with butterflies."

And oh look, even more stuff she hadn't meant to say. And she couldn't even hide under the bed, because she shared a room with the guy.

[likethegun]

"I...that happens when I smile?" he asked, unable to keep from grinning. "Is that like the blushing when I say nice things to you? Because that's what I noticed that made me think I had half a chance here."

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Dawn meeped. Yeah, her career as an international woman of mystery was sooooooo blown out of the water before it got started. She nodded, blushing again.

[likethegun]

Sam smiled at the blushing. "If it makes you feel any better, you have the same kind of effect on me."

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"That makes me feel whole lots better, actually," she beamed at Sam and tried not to be too gleeful and bouncy, because hi, dork alert. She needed to be suave and sophisticated. She let out a giggle and almost facepalmed. Soooo not happening. "Really since the second day?"

[likethegun]

"Yeah," he admitted. "Right from the start, you were smart and sweet and didn't make fun of me for putting up protections in the room. It wasn't that difficult."

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"Right. Your allergies." Dawn continued giggling. "And I still can't believe I had to tell you about my deep and abiding fear of goths just so you wouldn't invite vampires into the room."

[likethegun]

"I don't actually need to worry about you and goths, right? Vampires are really the only threat?"

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"Vampires, demons, letterman's jackets, hell goddesses, my sister's best friend, math tests, singing," she counted off on her fingers, then nodded. "I think that's it. Oh, and kidnapping. I get taken a lot."

[likethegun]

"Well, I'm not going to let that happen. The kidnapping, I mean," Sam replied seriously. "I'm afraid I can't protect you against math tests or singing."

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"Don't worry about the actual kidnapping," Dawn explained, an old hand at this by now, "just make sure you get me back and that you don't get hurt or killed during the rescue. Really, you should be more worried about the letterman's jacket. I made a really, really, really bad cheerleader. All those genes went to Buffy."

She grinned. "And I'm not taking math. Yay!"

[likethegun]

"Okay, I'll stay away from letterman's jackets then," he said, laughing softly. "Even if you would make a cute cheerleader."