Buffy turned away from Riley so they lay back to back. She'd done the right thing. This was right. So why did it feel strange? But no, she had to fight those feelings, *Riley's a great guy, a fantastic guy, and If I'm so emotionally retarded that I can't see that, well, I'm just gonna have to learn.*
She suddenly became aware of awkward circles being traced over her shoulderblades. God he couldn't want to again, surely? *No Buffy, you're in bed with your boyfriend, think happy cosy snuggly thoughts*. Turning, she gazed into his watery eyes. "Buffy, I love you." Riley whispered.
*Okay Buffy, here we go, you can say it, love love love love, easy, here we go....*
"I have to go patrol."
Crap.
*~*~*~*~*
She'd dusted nigh on a dozen vamps, but she wasn't satisfied. she felt none of the peace that usually came with the slay, infact frustration still pulsed through her.
Why wasn't she enough for him? God know it wasn't his fault, but couldn't any one want the full Buffy package?
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted by a pair of cold hands around her throat as a rather large female vamp threw herself on Buffy from behind.
"Isn't death usually good for weight-loss?" Buffy croaked as she fell to the floor under the obese vampiress.
"Tonight you die slayer!"
"Mphmhh Mmmmfff!" Buffy's witty retort was muffled by the layers of flesh enveloping her.
"What was that?"
"Mmmmmphh Mmmmmmmf!"
"I still can't hear you you prissy little girl!"
"I think you'll find it was something along the lines of 'AS'" A british voice cut in, "'IF!'"
Buffy was overwhelmed by a feeling of lighness, and then started choking on way too many pounds of dust. Cat-like she sprang to her feet, just in time to see her least favourite vamp stride off into the darkness of the cemetry. *Oh no, he's not gonna get away from me that easily.* She gave chase.
Three thoughts passed quickley through Spikes mind as he sensed the slayers presence closing in, *Bloody hell, she's following me.* closely followed by *I don't want to die! Again!*, and also *God she smells good, vanilla and anger definately a good mix*, but he filed that away in the 'innapropriate thoughts about the Slayer' part of his brain to mull over later. If there was a later.
"Spike! Why the hell haven't you got way out of Sunnydale? I'd credited you with slightly more intelligence than to not only stay, but also interupt my slayage just after you have MAJORLY PISSED ME OFF!"
From behind she grabbed his shoulder and spun him round, holding onto the lapell of his Jacket with one hand and ahh, there it was, Mr pointy in the other.
Spike raised his hands slowly in the air, "Look slay- erm Buffy, I'm sorr-"
"Oh don't even think about trying to apologise to me Mr.! What you did tonight, there" kick "was" slap "no" shove "EXCUSE!"
Spike wondered how he'd gotten from a quiet walk to fetch more fags to lying in the graveyard being straddled by the Slayer with a stake hovering dangerously close to his heart and a look in Buffy's eyes he'd never seen before. She looked like she'd really do it.
"Actually, you know what Spike? I think I'd like to hear one. Why? Why lead me to that place? Might be nice for you to get it off your chest," she dug Mr. Pointy in a little harder, "so to speak. Think of it as a last confession."
Well, he was gonna die. May as well tell the truth, "Because he doesn't deserve you, because what he was doing disgusted me. Me! I've seen and done things that would make even your blood run cold slayer, but I've never given up a chance like that."
Her lips were trembling slightly, "Like what?"
"A chance at heaven. A chance to live a life all other men envied. The chance to be with you.
Spike closed his eyes and waited for oblivion. At least it was her that was doing it. They would dance right untill their last moment. He wished he could tell her, but, oh what the hell. "I love you."
But when he opened his eyes to say it, she was already half way across the cemetary. Running. So he picked himself up, dusted himself down and walk ed back towards the crypt.
She hadn't killed him. Maybe he should stick around for a while.
*~*~*~*~*
As Buffy slipped back between her sheets she was shaking. What had happened back there? She could have staked him, surely? She visulised the scene to make sure, *Me, on top of Spike, Mr pointy in my hand.*
Yup, definate oppertunity to stake the bane of her life there. Okay, there must have been something else that stopped her, *Right come on brain, okay. Me, on top of Spike, Mr pointy in hand, Spike saying the sweetest things that anyone had sais to her in a long time.*
Oh yeah, there it was.
He'd told her how stupid Riley had been to risk loosing her, and then just lay there, very still, as if deep in thought. Thats when she got up and ran before he could say anything else. Because why should she listen to him? The peroxide pests stupid attempts to cause her pain by splitting Riley and her up weren't going to work. Riley and her were fine.
It was only when she turned to snuggle up to him that she realised that he wasn't there.
She suddenly became aware of awkward circles being traced over her shoulderblades. God he couldn't want to again, surely? *No Buffy, you're in bed with your boyfriend, think happy cosy snuggly thoughts*. Turning, she gazed into his watery eyes. "Buffy, I love you." Riley whispered.
*Okay Buffy, here we go, you can say it, love love love love, easy, here we go....*
"I have to go patrol."
Crap.
*~*~*~*~*
She'd dusted nigh on a dozen vamps, but she wasn't satisfied. she felt none of the peace that usually came with the slay, infact frustration still pulsed through her.
Why wasn't she enough for him? God know it wasn't his fault, but couldn't any one want the full Buffy package?
Her train of thought was rudely interrupted by a pair of cold hands around her throat as a rather large female vamp threw herself on Buffy from behind.
"Isn't death usually good for weight-loss?" Buffy croaked as she fell to the floor under the obese vampiress.
"Tonight you die slayer!"
"Mphmhh Mmmmfff!" Buffy's witty retort was muffled by the layers of flesh enveloping her.
"What was that?"
"Mmmmmphh Mmmmmmmf!"
"I still can't hear you you prissy little girl!"
"I think you'll find it was something along the lines of 'AS'" A british voice cut in, "'IF!'"
Buffy was overwhelmed by a feeling of lighness, and then started choking on way too many pounds of dust. Cat-like she sprang to her feet, just in time to see her least favourite vamp stride off into the darkness of the cemetry. *Oh no, he's not gonna get away from me that easily.* She gave chase.
Three thoughts passed quickley through Spikes mind as he sensed the slayers presence closing in, *Bloody hell, she's following me.* closely followed by *I don't want to die! Again!*, and also *God she smells good, vanilla and anger definately a good mix*, but he filed that away in the 'innapropriate thoughts about the Slayer' part of his brain to mull over later. If there was a later.
"Spike! Why the hell haven't you got way out of Sunnydale? I'd credited you with slightly more intelligence than to not only stay, but also interupt my slayage just after you have MAJORLY PISSED ME OFF!"
From behind she grabbed his shoulder and spun him round, holding onto the lapell of his Jacket with one hand and ahh, there it was, Mr pointy in the other.
Spike raised his hands slowly in the air, "Look slay- erm Buffy, I'm sorr-"
"Oh don't even think about trying to apologise to me Mr.! What you did tonight, there" kick "was" slap "no" shove "EXCUSE!"
Spike wondered how he'd gotten from a quiet walk to fetch more fags to lying in the graveyard being straddled by the Slayer with a stake hovering dangerously close to his heart and a look in Buffy's eyes he'd never seen before. She looked like she'd really do it.
"Actually, you know what Spike? I think I'd like to hear one. Why? Why lead me to that place? Might be nice for you to get it off your chest," she dug Mr. Pointy in a little harder, "so to speak. Think of it as a last confession."
Well, he was gonna die. May as well tell the truth, "Because he doesn't deserve you, because what he was doing disgusted me. Me! I've seen and done things that would make even your blood run cold slayer, but I've never given up a chance like that."
Her lips were trembling slightly, "Like what?"
"A chance at heaven. A chance to live a life all other men envied. The chance to be with you.
Spike closed his eyes and waited for oblivion. At least it was her that was doing it. They would dance right untill their last moment. He wished he could tell her, but, oh what the hell. "I love you."
But when he opened his eyes to say it, she was already half way across the cemetary. Running. So he picked himself up, dusted himself down and walk ed back towards the crypt.
She hadn't killed him. Maybe he should stick around for a while.
*~*~*~*~*
As Buffy slipped back between her sheets she was shaking. What had happened back there? She could have staked him, surely? She visulised the scene to make sure, *Me, on top of Spike, Mr pointy in my hand.*
Yup, definate oppertunity to stake the bane of her life there. Okay, there must have been something else that stopped her, *Right come on brain, okay. Me, on top of Spike, Mr pointy in hand, Spike saying the sweetest things that anyone had sais to her in a long time.*
Oh yeah, there it was.
He'd told her how stupid Riley had been to risk loosing her, and then just lay there, very still, as if deep in thought. Thats when she got up and ran before he could say anything else. Because why should she listen to him? The peroxide pests stupid attempts to cause her pain by splitting Riley and her up weren't going to work. Riley and her were fine.
It was only when she turned to snuggle up to him that she realised that he wasn't there.