Close to You
Description: After Buffy returns from her grave. She and Spike have a very close friendship while trying to deal with their real feelings for each other. Mostly B/S friendship / fuzz.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Spike or any of the other characters mentioned in this fic. I do not own Passions either.
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"150, I win, again."
Spike sighed, "As usual, Slayer."
"Face it Spike, you are just not fit for the killing."
"Bollocks, I am too. You are just so tiny it makes it easier for you to move up and down."
"There is no reason why you shouldn't be able to do 151 curl-ups in a minute and a half," Buffy lectured, "You are just going to have to admit that I am better than you."
"Yeah, okay. Sure." Spike rolled his eyes and smiled as he got up from the floor. Buffy laughed and got up as well. It had been six weeks since she had come back and she was still getting used to things. She felt out of place. She hadn't told anyone about her being in heaven, except Spike. Spike. She was glad she had this weird, yet fun, friendship with Spike. She felt at ease with him. He knew all her secrets and she trusted him, she had no clue why. Maybe it was because he loved her, and he would never betray her trust, even though he had no idea that she trusted him. But she did, she trusted him with everything she had inside her. She trusted him to protect her, to protect her family even. She had never felt so safe with anyone, not even Angel.
She could never trust me, Spike thought, I don't even know why she keeps coming around here. Well, he had few ideas why, but he would really never know. As far as he knew, she could never trust him, ever. He would always be a thing to her. Just an evil thing. He had no soul, so she could never love him. The time he spent with her everyday was torture, to be so close to her and not be able to hold her, to comfort her. All he could ever think about when she was around was how much he loved her. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, not with anyone. Even the slightest scent of her made him quiver, and he hated it. To be so close to her, yet so far. He just wanted it to end.
He shook his thoughts away and grabbed a pack of blood from his refrigerator. He ripped open the bag and poured it into a mug.
"Oh god." Buffy made a face and crinkled up her nose. He loved it when she made that face. She reminded him of a little child, so sweet and innocent.
"If your going to be here everyday you are going to have to get used to my post workout feed." He snorted.
"Well, maybe I won't come here anymore then." She announced.
"What?" Spike felt his body tense up. As much as he hated being around her, he loved it also. He wouldn't give up his time he spent around her, even if it did make his cold, undead heart ache.
"Maybe we could find someplace else to workout," She answered, "possibly the training room at the Magic Box? That is, if you can find a way through the sewers to get there."
"Oh, yeah," Spike felt a rush of relief spread through him, "I know a way."
"Uh, good," Buffy replied. She was a little upset at herself for bringing that up. Truth was, she liked being in Spike's crypt. It was a place where she could just get away. There was no reminder of her messed up life. Well, except for the vampire that lived there, but that didn't matter. At the magic box, there were books on demons and all sorts of things. And there were people. People were one of the last things she wanted to be around right now. She didn't feel like she fit in with people, she didn't feel like a part of the people population. Buffy made a face. She had completely confused herself with her last thought. She shook of the look on her face before Spike noticed.
"Uh, Buffy?" Spike questioned.
"What!?" She snapped.
"It's noon. You really should be getting back. Nibblet has a half-day today, remember? You couldn't stop yapping about it yesterday."
"Oh, right. Good, thank you." Buffy was thankful for Spike pulling her out of her trance. " So, patrolling tonight? Is it a go?"
"Yeah pet, I'll be there." Spike answered. He started walking towards the door.
"Good. It should be a hoot and a half." Buffy sarcastically added walking behind him.
Spike raised his eyebrows and smirked at her remark.
"Uh, nevermind." Buffy laughed.
Spike opened the door as she walked by. He could smell her. Even after hours of training and working out she still smelt like roses. He smiled a bit as she left his crypt. She shouted a "bye Spike" and he closed the door. He felt his smile fade as he made his way back to his mug of blood. He took a seat in front of his telly, ready for the events of today's episode of Passions. Buffy rosey scent still lingered on his cold hard seat where she had sat when she arrived that morning. He remembered that way she had sauntered in, her hair up in a messy ponytail. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, but she was still more beautiful than anybody he had ever seen. He smiled as he remembered her giving him a tight hug when she told him that Anya and Xander were engaged. He never thought she would ever touch him, and he began to tear up all over again. He shook away his tears and stared up at the ceiling. He was not looking forward to tonight.
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Description: After Buffy returns from her grave. She and Spike have a very close friendship while trying to deal with their real feelings for each other. Mostly B/S friendship / fuzz.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, Spike or any of the other characters mentioned in this fic. I do not own Passions either.
*****
"150, I win, again."
Spike sighed, "As usual, Slayer."
"Face it Spike, you are just not fit for the killing."
"Bollocks, I am too. You are just so tiny it makes it easier for you to move up and down."
"There is no reason why you shouldn't be able to do 151 curl-ups in a minute and a half," Buffy lectured, "You are just going to have to admit that I am better than you."
"Yeah, okay. Sure." Spike rolled his eyes and smiled as he got up from the floor. Buffy laughed and got up as well. It had been six weeks since she had come back and she was still getting used to things. She felt out of place. She hadn't told anyone about her being in heaven, except Spike. Spike. She was glad she had this weird, yet fun, friendship with Spike. She felt at ease with him. He knew all her secrets and she trusted him, she had no clue why. Maybe it was because he loved her, and he would never betray her trust, even though he had no idea that she trusted him. But she did, she trusted him with everything she had inside her. She trusted him to protect her, to protect her family even. She had never felt so safe with anyone, not even Angel.
She could never trust me, Spike thought, I don't even know why she keeps coming around here. Well, he had few ideas why, but he would really never know. As far as he knew, she could never trust him, ever. He would always be a thing to her. Just an evil thing. He had no soul, so she could never love him. The time he spent with her everyday was torture, to be so close to her and not be able to hold her, to comfort her. All he could ever think about when she was around was how much he loved her. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, not with anyone. Even the slightest scent of her made him quiver, and he hated it. To be so close to her, yet so far. He just wanted it to end.
He shook his thoughts away and grabbed a pack of blood from his refrigerator. He ripped open the bag and poured it into a mug.
"Oh god." Buffy made a face and crinkled up her nose. He loved it when she made that face. She reminded him of a little child, so sweet and innocent.
"If your going to be here everyday you are going to have to get used to my post workout feed." He snorted.
"Well, maybe I won't come here anymore then." She announced.
"What?" Spike felt his body tense up. As much as he hated being around her, he loved it also. He wouldn't give up his time he spent around her, even if it did make his cold, undead heart ache.
"Maybe we could find someplace else to workout," She answered, "possibly the training room at the Magic Box? That is, if you can find a way through the sewers to get there."
"Oh, yeah," Spike felt a rush of relief spread through him, "I know a way."
"Uh, good," Buffy replied. She was a little upset at herself for bringing that up. Truth was, she liked being in Spike's crypt. It was a place where she could just get away. There was no reminder of her messed up life. Well, except for the vampire that lived there, but that didn't matter. At the magic box, there were books on demons and all sorts of things. And there were people. People were one of the last things she wanted to be around right now. She didn't feel like she fit in with people, she didn't feel like a part of the people population. Buffy made a face. She had completely confused herself with her last thought. She shook of the look on her face before Spike noticed.
"Uh, Buffy?" Spike questioned.
"What!?" She snapped.
"It's noon. You really should be getting back. Nibblet has a half-day today, remember? You couldn't stop yapping about it yesterday."
"Oh, right. Good, thank you." Buffy was thankful for Spike pulling her out of her trance. " So, patrolling tonight? Is it a go?"
"Yeah pet, I'll be there." Spike answered. He started walking towards the door.
"Good. It should be a hoot and a half." Buffy sarcastically added walking behind him.
Spike raised his eyebrows and smirked at her remark.
"Uh, nevermind." Buffy laughed.
Spike opened the door as she walked by. He could smell her. Even after hours of training and working out she still smelt like roses. He smiled a bit as she left his crypt. She shouted a "bye Spike" and he closed the door. He felt his smile fade as he made his way back to his mug of blood. He took a seat in front of his telly, ready for the events of today's episode of Passions. Buffy rosey scent still lingered on his cold hard seat where she had sat when she arrived that morning. He remembered that way she had sauntered in, her hair up in a messy ponytail. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, but she was still more beautiful than anybody he had ever seen. He smiled as he remembered her giving him a tight hug when she told him that Anya and Xander were engaged. He never thought she would ever touch him, and he began to tear up all over again. He shook away his tears and stared up at the ceiling. He was not looking forward to tonight.
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