( obviously, it's only with the razor in her hands that buffy realizes how weighty an ask this was — she's not exactly well regarded for her strength control, and too much pressure could literally, actually, slit giles' throat and kill him. not that he seemed too worried about it, barely pausing before handing it over. that kind of belief in her is better than any present he could wrap up and hand over, and it fills buffy with an undeniable resolve. not only will he not bleed — this is going to be the best shave of his life.
the bare skin of her thighs squeaks as she slides along the counter, legs falling to drape over the edge as she gets in close to him. ) Is that right? ( she asks, positioning the razor, turning to glance at their reflection over her shoulder.
it is interesting, to look at the pair of them from an observational standpoint. it looks intimate, almost. or maybe — it is, technically, isn't it? she turns back once she gets the confirmation from giles, and slides the razor up through the soap, body clenching at the raspy sound of cut hair. pulling back, she rubs her thumb against the freshly smooth skin, letting out a girlish squeal of delight. )
I did it! Hey, looking good. That was fun, actually.
( she washes off the razor under the faucet, then holds the razor in her fist, staring at him with big, hopeful eyes. she doesn't ask to keep going, just waits for him to give it to her. )
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Date: 2025-05-30 01:34 pm (UTC)the bare skin of her thighs squeaks as she slides along the counter, legs falling to drape over the edge as she gets in close to him. ) Is that right? ( she asks, positioning the razor, turning to glance at their reflection over her shoulder.
it is interesting, to look at the pair of them from an observational standpoint. it looks intimate, almost. or maybe — it is, technically, isn't it? she turns back once she gets the confirmation from giles, and slides the razor up through the soap, body clenching at the raspy sound of cut hair. pulling back, she rubs her thumb against the freshly smooth skin, letting out a girlish squeal of delight. )
I did it! Hey, looking good. That was fun, actually.
( she washes off the razor under the faucet, then holds the razor in her fist, staring at him with big, hopeful eyes. she doesn't ask to keep going, just waits for him to give it to her. )