AUTHOR: Akay
DISCLAIMER: Sarah and David own themselves.
DISTRIBUTION: Wtss and DS only.
TIMELINE: Season Three-ish of Buffy
SUMMARY:  Sarah and David think of each other and what they can’t have.
PAIRINGS: S/D
RATING: PG13
AN 1: I understand that Sarah and David are married to others and respect their choices. I mean them no harm in writing this fic.
AN 2: POV fic I just had to write, let me know what you think!!! Sorry it’s short

Sometimes I just sit here and stare. I don't mean to but I can't help it. I mean that’s the only thing I can do. There's no way I'd ever put a voice to what it is I feel, because honestly I don't even know what that is exactly. 

But there is just something about him you know? And I can't describe what that something is. But the things he does to me when he's near... in a way it's like I feel alive for the first time ever, and my body is just on fire.

When we kiss, I don't melt exactly, but every part of me is numb, and wanting to freeze the moment forever.

Funny thing is we spend the whole day together, pretty much in each others arms, yet were not really together, not in every sense of the word anyway.

Every morning when I wake I think of the day that lies ahead, and I can't wait to get to work. Every single second that I spend with him is the best of my life. The only thing that ruins that is when he gets in that car and goes home to her.

I wish it were me he was coming home to; I wish it were me in his arms at night. I'll always do that, just sit here and hope that he will notice me someday, that he will want me like I want him.

God why do I feel like this is so wrong and I shouldn't be thinking it? I know that he probably doesn't even see me as anything more than a friend, but I can dream can't I? I love my dreams, there always filled with visions of him, his lips brushing against mine, his hands lighting tracing over my bare skin.

When my clock radio wakes me, I hate it, but I love it too because that means that I get to spend another day with him.

I know that this is crazy and I shouldn't be doing it to myself, but I can’t help it. I love him so much and it hurts so much more when I stop.

So I'll keep on sitting here staring at him, loving him from afar, and wishing he loved me too.

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Does she know what she does to me? That I spend every moment of my day thinking of the way she makes me feel. Thinking of her blonde soft hair, her breathtaking eyes, her sweet yet sexy smile and her... everything.

I know it's crazy and that I am involved with someone else, but I just want her so much. More than I've never wanted anyone. And it’s wrong, it’s wrong for me to just sit here and stare like I do, but that’s the only option I have, I mean there’s no way I could tell her.

This is something I have to keep to myself, and maybe it’s for the best. I mean really how on earth could I be lucky enough to get a girl like her?

She's amazing, everything she does, everything she says it drives me crazy... she drives me crazy. I worship her, and all that she is.

I look forward to every moment I get with her; I look forward to kissing her beautiful lips, and holding her, feeling her cling to me. She’s so small and so precious, so delicate I feel as though I want to protect from everything negative in this world.

And when I see her with another man, why is it that I want to break his legs for touching her?

Sometimes I wish I could lock myself away from the rest of the world, and take her with me, to whatever secluded place I find. The only thing is it’s something I want but who’s to say that she wants the same thing?

She completes me more than anyone ever could, even more so than my wife, but like I said I don’t stand a chance. So I’ll go back to doing what I seem to have gotten really good at. I’ll sit here and admire her, loving her from afar, never letting her know just what it is she means to me.

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