His Golden Girl
Set at about the same time as Blood Ties. Joyce is ill, Riley has left but no one knows of Spikes love for Buffy.
Disclaimer: I own everything here that doesn't already belong to someone else. I own nothing.
Summary: Spuffy one shot. Spike takes Buffy to his crypt after she's attacked and hears something he never thought he would.
A/N: I mainly wrote this because I wanted to prove that I could write, since I actually have nothing else posted yet. I will though, some day.
Part 1 – Flying
Spike watched his slayer fight. Every swift kick and every precise punch was beautiful to him. She was dancing, a deadly blur of motion. She was flying. The silver blade sang as it whizzed through the air to meet the neck of an unfortunate demon. The stake drove home with stunning accuracy as she dusted her last vampire.
She turned to face him as he stepped forward from the undergrowth and stood – no longer hiding – proud in the light of the moon. A cynical expression on her face, she didn't even have time to question him on what the hell he was doing. Spike's face morphed as a demon leapt out from behind her, claws ripping deep gashes in her right side and stomach. It didn't take Spike long to kill the nameless beast with a fury that surfaced only when she was in danger.
A dull thud as the silver sword hit the ground and her eyes went slack. Spike swept his golden girl off her feet when she began to sway and lose consciousness. "Ow" she murmured before falling into a blissful state of calm.
After a quick but thorough examination, Spike decided it would be better to go to his crypt to patch her up because it was closer than her own home. The others wouldn't worry. They were probably already asleep by now anyway.
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Spike was surprised, and slightly worried when Buffy didn't wake as he dabbed the stinging antiseptic on her wounds. Then again, he supposed, she hadn't had much sleep lately what with her mum and Glory. And Riley. Stupid wanker. How could he leave someone as beautiful and good as Buffy? His train of thought brought him to thinking of his deep, forbidden and still secret love for the woman lying in front of him on his own bed.
Part 2 – Perfect
Spike couldn't help himself. He slid off his shirt and slipped in beside her. She doesn't know he marveled. He had never been good at keeping his feelings secret. His mother had always said he 'wore his heart on his sleeve'. Not that it had done him much good of course.
So he just lay there and watched her sleep. Watched her perfect mouth break into a perfect smile. Watched her perfect eyelids flutter and her perfect nose crinkle in mute laughter. Watched every perfect part of her perfect face as she whispered – oh so faintly – those three words. Those three words that threatened to let his undead heart start beating again. Those three words her friends only let her say in her sleep.
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Now I could write a sequel to this. It would be possible. But only if you really, really want me to. Cuz I'm still working on Sleepover (I might change that name. It sounds a bit…sad) and it could slow me down a tad. Just review and tell me what you'd prefer.