"Did you guys have a nice patrol?" My mom yelled from the kitchen. Oh, boy did we have a nice walk.
Willow, slightly popped her head up from behind her laptop and winked. Subtle. I did a subtle eyebrow motion, and Willow smiled. She casted me a "Better tell me everything ASAP" look before Dawn called her away to the kitchen. From the smell of it, they were making our famous "Summers" home-made cookies. Yum.
"Oh, definitely." I looked at Spike. His eyes gleamed mischievous. I raised my lips in a slight smirk.
"Best walk I've had in a long while." I felt his hands graze my back as I hung up my coat. I shot him a look, but my lips curved into a smile. His did too.
"Spike, do you want to stay for dinner?" My mom asked as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Quickly, her eyebrows knitted together. "Oh wait, how rude of me. I forgot about... you know."
Spike laughed.
"I don't wanna be a prat, and interrupt your ladies' night. I'll take you up next time. You know my fondness of your cookies."
My mother laughed, and patted his shoulder.
"Oh, alright." She huffed, and then gave him one of those mother smiles. She forgot to say good-bye, because Dawn's screams about the cookies burning, startled her.
"Guess, I should get goin'." He turned closer to me, and I resisted the urge to kiss him from where I stood. I still wasn't sure where we stood, but gosh, wherever we stood made me feel good. Really good.
"I'll walk you out." He looked at me, and the mischievousness in his eye was dimming. He knew I was going to bring up the kiss.
That wonderful, beautiful, knee-jerking kiss. If kisses could kill, I'd probably would've die within seconds. His lips were like Harry Potter magical. Neither one of us addressed it, except for smiling and the wide eyed look we both shared after we broke apart. We walked in silence all the way back home, and I kept my hand in his back pocket while he kept his arms wrapped around me.
The only time we broke apart was when we walked through my front door.
I lead the way out of the front door, and I motioned to my steps. We both sat down next to one another. My body was slightly leaning on him.
The funny part is even before I liked Spike, in any form, I always considered this my "Spike" spot. We'd sit here and argue about patrolling techniques for hours. Or I'd explain why he was so annoying. Now we were assessing our relationship. Oh, how times changed. The irony made me want to laugh.
I breathed in, and out. Here goes nothing.
"I like you. I've liked you for awhile. God, I really liked you." His eyes flickered with a little bit of surprise. I reached for his hand. He grasped it back. "That kiss was everything I wanted."
"I don't know what we are. I know that I want to be with you," He looked at me with this sweetness in his face. "I really do. It's confusing, but I don't care. And I want it to work. So if you feel like I feel, let's try this... slow, though." I breathed out. Well not too slow, because I do have hormones. And boy, do you mess up my hormones.
"You don't know how long I've been itching and dreaming to hear those words, Buff." I smiled, then rested my head on his shoulder. His fingers brushed my hair gently.
I moved my lips up to his ear slowly and whispered, "By the way, I'll never forget that kiss. Not ever." and grazed my lips near his ear.
He grinned cockily. We both got up from the steps, and stood to face one another.
"Night, luv'." He placed a kiss on my cheek, before fading away into the darkness. I casted one last look towards him before shutting the door.
As I stepped inside, I realized that for the first time in awhile, I felt different. I just felt happy. A genuine happy. I peeked in to see Willow, my mom and Dawnie all laughing over the cookies. It made me feel something deep down. Something, I forgot that I still had.
I went upstairs to my bedroom and laid on my bed. I still felt like I was in my daze, until I felt a body crushing me. It was Willow with flour on her nose.
"Details, now." I busted out in a large grin.
"Where should I start?" We both giggled. I didn't care if I sounded like a sophomore in high-school once again. I wasn't the Slayer tonight. I was just Buffy, giggling with her best friend over a guy. It was something that I missed and wasn't going to pass up.