thedemonmagnet | (no subject)

Helen had been topside from the horrible place for a few days and Xander's heart had finally stopped racing whenever she was out of his sight. Granted, he wasn't too happy that she was out at the Club drinking with Luthor, why was it always Luthor, but at least she knew she was safe. And while he didn't get the drinking, he knew this was something they needed to do.

But it did give him the chance to work on a few personal projects that he'd neglected in his worry and then in his reunion with Helen. So there he sat on the porch, forming a piece of wood in his hand with one of his woodworking tools, waiting for her to come home to him.

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It was, and always would be, the best part of any morning, afternoon and night, the pure moments that he could share with Helen. And he did know the foreign words, or at least he knew what they meant. With a smile, he laid a soft, tender kiss on her lips and hugged her tightly. “I love you too, Boss Lady,” he replied, adding his own form endearment.