Love Language, a buffy: the vampire slayer fanfic

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Title: Love Language – Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Tags: m/f, fluff, domestic, established relationship, hurt/comfort

Main Pairing: Spike/Buffy

Buffy Characters: William 'Spike' Pratt, Buffy Summers

Summary: Prompt: Spuffy + kissing someone's cuts/bruises/scratches

Over time, Spike and Buffy developed their own way to say 'I love you'.

Love Language

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The both of them weren't good at expressing their emotions with words, unless a demon forced them to sing and dance them out. And they had both spent enough time lying to themselves and to each other about what they felt, so words always came with doubt, like the first time she had told him that she loved him. He hadn't believed, couldn't believe.

And then it took them some time to find each other. Well, it took Spike some time to find himself – his body, to be more precise, and then his way out of hell – and only then did they find each other. He hadn't thought it'd lead to anything, if he was being honest. She had been gentle and kind when the world was ending and her saying I love you had been a kindness beyond words, it was the one thing he would have wanted to hear as he died. And it was easy to say it when one knew the other would die. It was easy to be king when the world was going to end.

However, as always, the world didn't end because it never ended. And as so often, someone who died in Sunnydale didn't stay dead. So Spike was back alive and he was back – well, not in Sunnydale because while the world hadn't ended, the city was gone forever now. He was back with Buffy and her Scoobies and her dozens of Slayer Mini-Mes. He hadn't known what to expect when he sought her out. It had been a kindness born from the end of the world and the end of Spike's life, now that it was all better now, things would be awkward, she would let him down gently and he would have to find a new place to go. Yet that wasn't what happened.

There was a place for him, among Scoobies and junior Slayers. There was a place for him, right beside Buffy. In her arms. They didn't exactly pick up where they left off, it was awkward for a long stretch for they had never dated before and both weren't exactly experts in relationships.

As things between them got smoother, they found their own love language though. One that felt genuine and true, even beyond words, because words could be window-dressing.

He had returned from a long, exhausting mission with two of the newer junior Slayers. The bruises and cuts he bore as he returned home stood in direct relation to how new those juniors were.

"Honey, I'm home," he playfully called out as he entered Buffy's bedroom. "How was work?"

"Annoying. How was the field trip with the children?"

By the time she entered the room from the bathroom, Spike had shed his leather coat and sat down on the bed. She stepped up to him and cupped his face in gentle hands to tilt it up, tracing a cut on his cheek. When she leaned down, her lips brushed ever so lovingly over his bruised eye. Her lips moved down to kiss the cut on his cheek just as gently.

"Fun and games, love," assured Spike dryly. "But the day just got far better."

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Couple days ago, I took prompts over at my tumblr (come visit me at takaraphoenix) - and one of them was a Spuffy prompt! I CAN'T believe I've never written Spuffy before I mean holy shit they are one of my top ten favorite ships of all time! This was long overdue! *^*