A.N.: Me again! Just when you thought you got rid of me. My take on Spike's footwear dream. Dream part is in italics, you can figure out the rest. Thanks for reading :D
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Buffy was smiling at him. Every time she smiled at him he felt like he was the Champion she so wanted him to be. And then he would smile, a uncontrollable grin taking over his features. When she looked at him like that he always felt like a giddy school boy courting his lady. She took his hand, fingers stroking his back and forth. The contact made him feel loved. Even if she never said it, he felt it when she touched him. She looked like she was going to speak and he unconsciously held a breath he didn't have. Her words were a double edged sword. They either made him feel like what was long lost...a man, a good man. Or they cut him down and shone a light on his naked self...the monster within. "Where have you been honey?" she questioned, tugging him along a long corridor of seemingly endless boxes. "Wait a sec..." "You're already an hour late. We really do have to get a move on." she tsked accordingly, shaking a finger a him. "An hour late? I don't understand pet," "Don't play your "i didn't know" card." she stopped placing a quick kiss to his cheek. "That only gets you out of jail so many times." Spike jolted from the contact of her lips, touching his cheek softly. He only had a moment before Buffy had grabbed a box and shoved it in his arms. Spike made a "Umph." noise, caught off guard by the package thrust upon him. "What's this?" he questioned, staring bewildered at the box. "More where that came from." she pushed another box on top of that one. Ignoring his protests as she piled another box on. "What the bloody hell?" he inquired, trying to peer over the edge of the third box. "Hang in there sweetie!" Buffy called, dropping two more boxes on the stack.
He was muttering obscenities as he tried to balance the steadily growing weight, teetering back and forth on his heels. Several more objects came crashing down, causing Spike to strain again the burden. He could dimly hear Buffy yelling "Almost done!" He grit his teeth in frustration, staring up at the elongated stack. Seven more boxes came raining down from the heavens, the tower too tall to see the top now. "Thanks for helping out babe!" she shouted, dropping several more on top. It was too much and with a yelp Spike released the box, the whole of the containers collapsing all around him. He was yelling, being thumped from every side by...heels. Dozens and dozens of shoes, sandals, boots,slipper, and sodding flip flops were raining down on his head. Within seconds he was struggling to get above the shoes...so many shoes...closing in over his head.
His body jerked violently, trying to force himself to wake up. "I'm drowning in footwear!" he cried out, sitting up suddenly. He looked around, caught Buffy looking at him like he was mad. "Weird dream..." he muttered, before he attended to his confused looking Slayer.