"Buffy, what're you doin'?" Spike said, extremely cautious. He hadn't moved since she pressed him to the wall.
Hearing his voice brought her from her haze. She knew what she was doing, but she tried not to act on it. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She had his arms pinned at his sides, on her tip-toes to reach his face. She released him, backing into the opposite corner. "I'm sorry. Oh…" she shook her head, ashamed she let her feelings take control of her body.
"It's okay, pet," he said, hugging her tightly. "Let me finish. You'll feel better, I swear." She nodded, on the brink of tears. He grabbed her 2-in-1 shampoo-conditioner and poured it his hand. He slowly began to lather it in her hair, massaging her scalp.
"Spike… It feels so good," she groaned.
"Do you want me to stop?" She nodded in reply. "Oh. 'kay, pet." He stopped, and began to leave the shower.
"No. Don't go," she begged. "Please. It's my turn."
He smiled unsurely. He faced her, and was thankful the water hitting his back was starting to get cold.
She followed his suit, pouring the Mountain Fresh body was on the loofa, and she began to wash. She began to wash over his shoulders and back She couldn't help but marvel at him.
She asked him to turn, and noticed there were slightly scars across his chest. "What're you thinkin'?" She was slightly embarrassed he caught her staring.
"Just… basking," she lied. Actually more like thankful. She washed, trying not to focus on the scares that reminded her of the pain of the previous years, how badly she had treated him. How he risked his life so Glory wouldn't know about Dawn. I was such a bitch. No wonder he wanted to kill me. She had stopped washing, her hands by her sides.
Spike had been watching her. He knew the moment her enthusiasm had dropped. The scars. He watched as her shoulders began to rise and fall. She was shaking. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her. "Shh…" he whispered. He turned the almost freezing water off, and just held her. She was freezing. He opened the door and quickly grabbed her robe. He covered her with it, and carried her to the bed. "Sit here, pet. I'll be right back." He snatched a towel from the bathroom and put it around his waist. He sat next to her, and held her. "Shh.. Buffy… Stop cryin', luv. Talk to me. What upset you?"
She sniffled, trying to stop her tears. "I remember how you got those scars," she wheezed as she traced the scars with her fingertips.
"Yeah, Glory," he said, angrily. "Soddin' bitch. Stupid bint."
"No… not that. I remember why you got them. You wouldn't tell her about Dawn. I was so mean to you, and you risked your life, because you knew it would kill me if something happened to Dawn. And I was so angry with you. Always was. Hated you. Threatened to kill you." She began to sob for violently now.
Spike didn't say another word, until her tears began to subside.
"Buffy… I know you didn't like me. I didn't like you when I first met you, but you grew on me. And I started to help you and ya mates. It made me feel human again, not like a monster. It helped keep the demon at bay. I know I pretended to hate you, and threaten you. But I never meant it. Except for when I first met you. I meant it then," he chuckled.
She smiled, knowing he was trying to cheer her up, though it really didn't help. "I kept hurting you. So much. Physically, mentally." Sexually. "I'm sorry, Spike. I never said it before, but I am. For everything I put you through. You tried to help me, and I just wanted to make you leave. But you never left. And now I don't want you to. Please, never, ever leave again."
"I promise, Buffy. I will never leave you."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this chapter was short, but I think the ending was kinda perfect. Please review! :)