You and Spike sat on beat up couch that was in the corner of his crypt. You both watched old movies on his little square TV. Spike had his arms wrapped around you holding you near as you rested your head on his shoulder. He kissed you on the cheek from time to time, but now he started kissing and nipping at your neck. You smiled.
"Spike...We should finish the movie. It would be dumb to end it right now."
"Ever heard of multitasking, love?" He said continuously kissing your jawline. You roll your eyes.
"Spike-"
"(name), please. There are plenty of movies on TV later. Just sit back and relax." You could feel him smirk as he pulled one of your bra straps down over your shoulder.
"Alright, alright, lover boy. I have to patrol anyway. Now please, as much as I enjoy the whole neck sucking thing, stop." You pull your bra strap back on and stand up.
"Oh now where the hell do you think you're going?" He was still smiling and he pulled you back down by the hips. You give out a little squeak of surprise.
"Patrolling. Remember that demon from last week? Well I tracked down his location and am gonna smoke him out."
You thought that he would just kiss you on the cheek and let you go. But instead his jaw clenched, he looked down and his grip on you tightened.
"Spike? What's wrong?" You tilt your head to the side. Something was wrong.
"(name), that demon is much tougher than you think. Not even Buffy and the Scoobys could smoke him out on the first time. You are tough, I don't doubt that. But she's the slayer and it took her a while to figure out this type of demon's weaknesses. I don't want you to get hurt."
"What do you mean? Should I wait longer or-"
"(name), I don't want you to leave."
"I appreciate the sentiment Spike, but I can handle myself." Your smile had disappeared.
"Yes pet, I know you're tough an' all, but you aren't going."
"Spike, I have to."
"No."
"Spike, I'm going wether you like it or not." You grab your bag that sat next to the couch and stood up. You stormed over to the door but Spike caught up to you. He grabbed you by your wrist and whipped you around.
"(name), I know you can handle yourself, but you. Are. Not. Leaving!" He snarled.
"Spike let me go."
"No."
"Let. Me. Go. Right fucking now." You hissed. He looked surprised that you were so pissed. You half ran half walked to the door. He ran of the door and blocked it with his body.
"Why don't you want me to leave?!" You shouted. He hit his fist on the wall.
"Because I don't want you to hurt yourself, dammit! The last time you faced this guy, you passed out from blood loss and I was scared shitless for days! I don't ever want to feel that scared about your well being." He looked down at the ground and you froze. He looked up and tears were falling down his cheeks.
"Spike, I'm sorry I upset you." You walk over and hug him. He squeezed you so tight and you could feel his hot tears seep through your shirt. He pulled away and kissed you. You put your hands on his cheeks.
"Spike, I'm sorry. But eventually I have to go. It's my job." He was silent for a moment. Then he reached up and held your hands.
"*sigh*...Okay. But can you go later? I want you here right now."
"Of course. I can go tomorrow." You kiss him again and throw your bag on the table. You smile agin as well. He was still frowning.
"Hey. Smile for me." He looked at you once again.
"Fine. I'll make you smile." You cross your eyes and stick your tongue out. You could hear him snicker which led to a fit of laughter. You laugh as well. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"Shall we go back to multitasking, (name)?" He smirked.
"Yes. Yes we can." You laugh.
