Going to. It was both a promise and a stall. She searched out the vestigial sourness in his mouth -- navigating the competing tastes of seawater and him. No -- not competing. Complementary.

Shallow waves continued to come around them; the water spent and released and regathered its energies in ignorance of the pair's growing resolution. But when Buffy finally broke that kiss, she asked a question against the slope of his throat: "You're positive? You're sure? Shifted? The while week?"

She didn't quite successfully remember but she felt desperate to take it on faith.