Justifiable
A/N: Okay, this story takes place around Doublemeat Palace of season 6. The two parts are basically unrelated, but hold the same theme..I guess they could be considered to happen in the same Buffyverse, just a few days apart. The story is completed, hope you like, please R&R.
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Post DMP - Buffy forgets herself and her rules for a moment - If only she was just some girl, and he was just some guy...
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THE WALK
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"Buffy." Spike fell into step beside her.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"We don't need to talk."
"I don't want to do that other thing either."
"Well I wasn't offering, luv."
"Then what do you want?"
Spike stopped walking and rolled his eyes.
"Was just going to walk you home. But never mind then."
Buffy's shoulders slumped and she turned to face him, without looking at him.
"I'm sorry, just..forget I opened my mouth at all ok?"
Spike took a step closer to her.
"Rough day luv?"
She nodded, still avoiding eye contact. She looked smaller..frailer than usual and completely worn out.
Against his better judgment, he reached out and gently brushed his knuckles against her cheek.
To his amazement she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. A small whimper escaped her barely parted lips.
For a moment Spike just stood still, not sure what to do, what she wanted him to do..what he wanted to do. Finally, he pulled his hand back and began to walk again.
She followed suit, her small hand slipping into his.
"Can we go to your place?"
"What about Dawn?" He asked, cautiously.
"She's at a friends." Buffy took a few hurried steps to keep up with him.
"Spike, slow down!" She wrapped her free hand around his bicep and pulled him to a stop.
He searched her eyes, his own filled with questions.
"Buffy, luv, what exactly are we doing?"
At first she looked confused, and then she let go of him and took a step back.
"I-I don't know." After another moment of hesitation Spike's most dreaded words tumbled out of her mouth. "I need to go."
Spike caught her arm and pulled her back, until she was right up against him. He snaked his other arm around her waist.
"No. You don't."
"Spike." She meant to sound reprimanding, but it came out more as a whimper.
"Yes luv?" He crooked a finger under her chin and tipped her head up until he could look into her eyes.
Although she prepared herself for what she was about to see, the intense blue gaze still made her breath catch in her throat. It always did.
"Spike. I need to go..away...from you." She had to concentrate to make sure the sentence came out properly. If she didn't she would probably end up saying something she would regret, maybe not right away, but regret all the same.
Her hands made their way to his chest and she pushed away from him. He let her go, his arms dropping to his sides in defeat.
"Two minutes ago you were ready to come home with me luv."
"And ten minutes ago I was grilling burgers. I'm all gross and smelly..covered in grease."
"If you honestly think that matters to me you must be off your wanker."
"But I feel dirty."
"Well we could get you out of those clothes.."
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself. She always did that subconsciously when she felt threatened. And threatened she did feel. She had suddenly realized how dangerous it was to be alone with Spike. Not because the chip was failing her, but because she wanted to be with him so badly that she sometimes forgot how wrong it was.
"I want to go home Spike. I'm tired."
He nodded.
"Right then, come on." Without waiting for a reply he'd stalked off in the direction of her house.
Buffy sighed and then hurried to catch up with him, not knowing why. She could just wait until he was a fair distance away from her and go around the longer way. Be done with him altogether..
But she didn't want to. And for now what they were doing was innocent enough, she could find ways to justify why it was ok and as long as she could justify spending time with him, she would.
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A/N: Okay, this story takes place around Doublemeat Palace of season 6. The two parts are basically unrelated, but hold the same theme..I guess they could be considered to happen in the same Buffyverse, just a few days apart. The story is completed, hope you like, please R&R.
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Post DMP - Buffy forgets herself and her rules for a moment - If only she was just some girl, and he was just some guy...
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THE WALK
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"Buffy." Spike fell into step beside her.
"I don't want to talk to you."
"We don't need to talk."
"I don't want to do that other thing either."
"Well I wasn't offering, luv."
"Then what do you want?"
Spike stopped walking and rolled his eyes.
"Was just going to walk you home. But never mind then."
Buffy's shoulders slumped and she turned to face him, without looking at him.
"I'm sorry, just..forget I opened my mouth at all ok?"
Spike took a step closer to her.
"Rough day luv?"
She nodded, still avoiding eye contact. She looked smaller..frailer than usual and completely worn out.
Against his better judgment, he reached out and gently brushed his knuckles against her cheek.
To his amazement she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. A small whimper escaped her barely parted lips.
For a moment Spike just stood still, not sure what to do, what she wanted him to do..what he wanted to do. Finally, he pulled his hand back and began to walk again.
She followed suit, her small hand slipping into his.
"Can we go to your place?"
"What about Dawn?" He asked, cautiously.
"She's at a friends." Buffy took a few hurried steps to keep up with him.
"Spike, slow down!" She wrapped her free hand around his bicep and pulled him to a stop.
He searched her eyes, his own filled with questions.
"Buffy, luv, what exactly are we doing?"
At first she looked confused, and then she let go of him and took a step back.
"I-I don't know." After another moment of hesitation Spike's most dreaded words tumbled out of her mouth. "I need to go."
Spike caught her arm and pulled her back, until she was right up against him. He snaked his other arm around her waist.
"No. You don't."
"Spike." She meant to sound reprimanding, but it came out more as a whimper.
"Yes luv?" He crooked a finger under her chin and tipped her head up until he could look into her eyes.
Although she prepared herself for what she was about to see, the intense blue gaze still made her breath catch in her throat. It always did.
"Spike. I need to go..away...from you." She had to concentrate to make sure the sentence came out properly. If she didn't she would probably end up saying something she would regret, maybe not right away, but regret all the same.
Her hands made their way to his chest and she pushed away from him. He let her go, his arms dropping to his sides in defeat.
"Two minutes ago you were ready to come home with me luv."
"And ten minutes ago I was grilling burgers. I'm all gross and smelly..covered in grease."
"If you honestly think that matters to me you must be off your wanker."
"But I feel dirty."
"Well we could get you out of those clothes.."
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself. She always did that subconsciously when she felt threatened. And threatened she did feel. She had suddenly realized how dangerous it was to be alone with Spike. Not because the chip was failing her, but because she wanted to be with him so badly that she sometimes forgot how wrong it was.
"I want to go home Spike. I'm tired."
He nodded.
"Right then, come on." Without waiting for a reply he'd stalked off in the direction of her house.
Buffy sighed and then hurried to catch up with him, not knowing why. She could just wait until he was a fair distance away from her and go around the longer way. Be done with him altogether..
But she didn't want to. And for now what they were doing was innocent enough, she could find ways to justify why it was ok and as long as she could justify spending time with him, she would.
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