Author: Caroline PM
Giles/Jenny They'll always be captivating and charming each other.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Calendar, J. & R. Giles - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,525 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 5 - Published: 04-23-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5015162
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PART 2/2: Charmed
SPOILERS: None; AU second season
SUMMARY: "He has no idea how charming he can be."
He has no idea how charming he can be. He's absolutely clueless. He hasn't the faintest idea what the accent does to me, how one look into his eyes can make me feel a million things at once, how the mere sight of him makes me feel giddy as a schoolgirl. He's got to be working some kind of magic spell on me. He's read up on plenty of stuff involving witchcraft, so it's not like he couldn't pull it off. But the funny thing? He thinks it's me putting some kinda spell on him. So, maybe we worked some unknown magic on each other - who knows?
Even now, sitting next to him with my nose in a book, I still find him charming. And I'm not even looking at him. The way he watches me is charming, how considerate he is of me... how respectful he is and has always been. He dotes on me constantly; something I never would've expected from someone that could easily be perceived as snobby and reserved.
If someone would've told me a year ago that I'd fall head over heels for the snobby, old-fashioned, tweed-lovin' school librarian, I probably would've laughed. He was such a pain in the ass in the beginning, so closed off to even the slightest hint of technological advancement. I don't think he even knew the difference between a spreadsheet and text file a year ago.
But somewhere between when we first interacted and the time the Hellmouth closed, he started to warm up. He acted less and less snobby, and I got to see a somewhat softer side of him. The nervous side, the hesitant side... the adorable, irresistible side. It was somewhere around that time that I started noticing little things about him I'd never really picked up on until that moment -- the way he'd take off his glasses when discussing something serious, how his mouth forms a few words silently before he actually lets himself speak to me, that thick mass of hair that I knew would feel incredible between my fingers, just... everything. I had been hoping and wishing for him to ask me on a date, but it ended up being me having to pluck up the courage to ask him. But I guess it doesn't matter now who-asked-who. Because no matter who drove us down this road, we've ended up just where I wanted.
So now here we sit, a year later, gently swinging on the porch swing of our new home. Where we live, together. Everything around us still has that "new house" smell -- the woodwork, the siding, even the paint. It was a little expensive, but we can make it work. We deserve it, after everything we've been through in the past year. We had plenty of good times, but unfortunately it's always the bad that overshadows. My near-death experience in particular, at the hands of Angelus, whose soul has now been perfectly restored before he could cause too much destruction to the lives of those we love -- our "kids," Buffy and the gang. I think it was that near-death experience, in fact, that bonded us more tightly together than ever; that made us realize we had gotten to a point where we couldn't live without each other.
He proposed to me this morning, in that usual charming way of his -- full of stutters, starts and stops and nervous throat-clearing. The second I saw him drop to one knee and knew what was coming, I could barely contain myself. I can still feel tear tracks on my face, long having since dried. He took so long trying to stumble through his proposal, I almost wanted to shout my answer out to him ahead of time. But I wanted to hear the words; soak them up, bask in them, close my eyes and feel them drift from my head to my toes.
Jennifer Giles. I'm already in love with the sound of the name.
I feel his eyes on me and turn to look at him, smile into those green depths that charmed me from moment one, and close my book, setting it in my lap. Reaching up to his face, I can see the diamond on my left hand glittering in the morning sunlight while I draw him in for a kiss -- my future husband. The man who'll be charming me for the rest of our lives.
I can hardly wait.