AN: What happened once they all got home after that first SIT training night where Buffy was so intent on looking at Spike's bare chest, not that we all aren't, it's just sort of yeah, Okay. I'll shut up now. Takes place right at the begining of Potenial. Enjoy!
Broken Bones, Mended Hearts
This is strange, he thought. He was lying on her bed, just lying there with out a thing to do. Why had he let her talk him into this; because she came. Morphy or, what had they called it? The First? It had been wrong. It lied, she did come. It took a while but she did come, she had never left him. It was like in that book, he let himself travel to a place far far away where only she existed. Existed with him.
It was a form of heaven, just her and him in a world where they would never die and there was nothing holding either of them back. It didn't work to stop the pain, he still felt the pain of the knife, of the soul, of the words, but it helped keep the faith. The pain never reached his heart. The door opened and he lifted his head to see who it was.
"Thought you might want some" It was Buffy with two mugs in her hands. He smiled and moved up so he was sitting cross-legged across from her. She climbed up and sat down in the same manner. He had been looking down but he brought his eyes up and looked at her and took the offered cup and brought it to his lips. Hot coco, with little marshmallows.
"The slayerettes all in bed?"
She nodded and took a sip "Yeah, there all a little spooked but they'll be fine" She looked at him with a face that wasn't quite pity, more like sorrow.
"What's up Pet?"
"Are you still hurt from tonight? You know, the little rammed head in to a tombstone and jump on chest thing." She looked down. Was she apologizing for hurting him. No, why would she do that?
"Just a few broken ribs, it'll be fine, vampire healing, remember, just like a slayer." another sip. God, this was some good stuff. She put her cup down, took his and put his down as well.
"Let me check, okay?" she leaned forward and gently took his shirt off.
"Buffy, no. I'm fine. Just tired."
"You've been though a lot. I just want to help"
She lay him down and straddled him. Her fingers started at his collar bones first. Running her hands along them and warming the deathly cold skin. Then down the chest. Up and along the ribs. Feeling each one with gentle touches. Her left hand joined her right and they moved up and down his chest. She leaned over him and kissed him. He closed his eyes and she swore she hear a soft growl, like a purr, but gentler, more seductive, sexier. She fell on him and ran her hands though his hair as she felt his hands on her back, bringing her closer to him.
He suddenly stopped and brought them apart.
"Not now Buffy, not now." She looked at him with hurt eyes. He could smell the longing on her but refused to embrace it. She took his face in her hands and looked in his eyes. All she saw was hurt and suffering, but behind all that, behind the torture and the pain, she saw a love that was unstoppable, and she finally understood. He loved her with all his heart, no matter what; but love wasn't all about sex, it was about the feeling of contentment with another person, and that person was Spike.
He smiled as she saw the truth and turned over, in a fettle position on the bed, and he put a arm around her a curled up next to her. Within a minuet they were both asleep in each other's arms.
This is how it should be, he thought, this is heaven.
AN: Now anit that sweet? As you know I can't stand Suffy, especially the fuffy stuff but I was thinking? Was Buffy really concerned with Spike's broken ribs in Poetnial or did she want other things? Please, for the love of Smegol R&R.
Broken Bones, Mended Hearts
This is strange, he thought. He was lying on her bed, just lying there with out a thing to do. Why had he let her talk him into this; because she came. Morphy or, what had they called it? The First? It had been wrong. It lied, she did come. It took a while but she did come, she had never left him. It was like in that book, he let himself travel to a place far far away where only she existed. Existed with him.
It was a form of heaven, just her and him in a world where they would never die and there was nothing holding either of them back. It didn't work to stop the pain, he still felt the pain of the knife, of the soul, of the words, but it helped keep the faith. The pain never reached his heart. The door opened and he lifted his head to see who it was.
"Thought you might want some" It was Buffy with two mugs in her hands. He smiled and moved up so he was sitting cross-legged across from her. She climbed up and sat down in the same manner. He had been looking down but he brought his eyes up and looked at her and took the offered cup and brought it to his lips. Hot coco, with little marshmallows.
"The slayerettes all in bed?"
She nodded and took a sip "Yeah, there all a little spooked but they'll be fine" She looked at him with a face that wasn't quite pity, more like sorrow.
"What's up Pet?"
"Are you still hurt from tonight? You know, the little rammed head in to a tombstone and jump on chest thing." She looked down. Was she apologizing for hurting him. No, why would she do that?
"Just a few broken ribs, it'll be fine, vampire healing, remember, just like a slayer." another sip. God, this was some good stuff. She put her cup down, took his and put his down as well.
"Let me check, okay?" she leaned forward and gently took his shirt off.
"Buffy, no. I'm fine. Just tired."
"You've been though a lot. I just want to help"
She lay him down and straddled him. Her fingers started at his collar bones first. Running her hands along them and warming the deathly cold skin. Then down the chest. Up and along the ribs. Feeling each one with gentle touches. Her left hand joined her right and they moved up and down his chest. She leaned over him and kissed him. He closed his eyes and she swore she hear a soft growl, like a purr, but gentler, more seductive, sexier. She fell on him and ran her hands though his hair as she felt his hands on her back, bringing her closer to him.
He suddenly stopped and brought them apart.
"Not now Buffy, not now." She looked at him with hurt eyes. He could smell the longing on her but refused to embrace it. She took his face in her hands and looked in his eyes. All she saw was hurt and suffering, but behind all that, behind the torture and the pain, she saw a love that was unstoppable, and she finally understood. He loved her with all his heart, no matter what; but love wasn't all about sex, it was about the feeling of contentment with another person, and that person was Spike.
He smiled as she saw the truth and turned over, in a fettle position on the bed, and he put a arm around her a curled up next to her. Within a minuet they were both asleep in each other's arms.
This is how it should be, he thought, this is heaven.
AN: Now anit that sweet? As you know I can't stand Suffy, especially the fuffy stuff but I was thinking? Was Buffy really concerned with Spike's broken ribs in Poetnial or did she want other things? Please, for the love of Smegol R&R.
