~ Call Me Wendy ~

Author: Sandy S.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns all.
Summary: For myfeetshowit. A Spara drabble. I've never written the pair, and you write them so well, so I do apologize if this sucks...*HUGS*

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He always calls her Glinda.

She doesn’t understand why. She doesn’t like frilly pink dresses nor does she wear giant hats, and she certainly doesn’t carry a wand. About the only thing she has in common with the witch from the Wizard of Oz is the ability to use magic.

So, one day, her soft curves curled against his lean form, she asks him about the nickname.

Caressing her hip, he says what draws him is her lightness, her quiet strength that radiates despite her introversion.

Her calm quiets him when he is bouncing off the walls like a seven-year-old boy with ADHD. He slows down to pay attention because he sees the subtle value in the gentle words she uses. He knows if he doesn’t pause, he’ll miss something important. . . something he doesn’t want to miss.

Usually, her message reminds him what a child he’s being. Doesn’t stop him from acting like one, but it at least gives him pause.

She muses that he is like Peter Pan, so she will call him Peter.

He frowns. Peter doesn’t go with Glinda.

Kissing his shoulder blade, she nuzzles into his neck and nods. Call me Wendy.

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