FIC: DWR: Tertius01: First Dance

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		          DWR-Tertius: Gemini Dance
			         The First Dance


	It is a beautiful day and I mean that besides having Buffy lying beside me on
the grass; deep blue skies with puffy clouds just coasting on the wind. Wind
which is minding its manners and not being to harsh, or too hot, or too
constant or too scarce. It's a perfect wind, no breeze. 

	Hold on. I shall lick my finger and test the wind. 

	Yes, no, yes, a perfect breeze. 

	Soft and gentle. 

	Even the sun is being friendly. Shining down on the planet from its place in
the sky not too harshly and, when it starts to get a bit too hot, the wind
just happens to blow a cloud in front of it letting everything cool down just
the right amount before moving on and the sun returns. A big, yellow, warm,
friendly, sun today; even though one day it will bloat to a thousand times its
size, burn everything in the solar system to a crisp and wipe out humanity as
we know it.

	Right now it isn't and that's great though. Maybe it could, the sun being a
huge fireball something could go terribly wrong without any warning and
fwoosh, we're all extra crispy. That'd be okay though.

	I have Buffy.

	Having Buffy lying beside me, stretched out on the grass, sunglasses on with
a serene smile on her face, why, that's just the icing on the cake.

	No.

	Wait.

	Buffy is the cake. 

	Everything else, the sun, sky, mountains, grass, breeze, people, heck even
pepperoni pizza, even the minute possibility of death by cosmic flare, that's
the icing. Buffy is the cake.

	Buffy is my cake!

	Heh.

	Mmmmm…cake.