Spike's Crypt
It was early afternoon and Gwynn slept soundly in Spike's embrace. Spike gazed hazily at her and sighed quietly. It was not the night he had intended, they spent the night in his bed talking and crying. He told her everything that had happened over the year ...Joyce's death, Buffy's death, her resurrection, their unconventional relationship, and their break up. Gwynn had listened and not spoke a word. She had held him while he cried and he could of sworn he saw her cry for him. Finally, they had fallen asleep as the sun rose into the sky. Now he watched her sleeping peacefully and held her tightly.
Summers' House
Buffy and Dawn sat in silence and ate lunch. Dawn watched Buffy's distant stare. "Everything will work out fine won't it? You know. Happy ending and all?"
Buffy looked shocked. "What?"
"Xander and Anya."
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. "Xander and Anya, yeah right. beat Oh I'm sure."
Dawn inspected Buffy closer. "Are you all right, Buffy?"
Buffy got up and cleared her plate. "I'm just worried about Xander..."
Willow walked into the kitchen saving Buffy from further speculation. "Heard from Xander, yet?" She flopped into a chair once the girls shook their heads no. "Where could he be?"
All three girls looked towards the phone expectantly, but no ring came.
Sunnydale Main Street
Buffy walked out of Starbucks carrying a hot latte. It had been a quiet night of patrolling and she figured a coffee wouldn't affect her final walk through the cemetery. She looked up as she heard a familiar voice.
"How 'bout dinner, pet?" Spike purred.
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly she turned to decide how to approach him. Then she realized Spike was whispering into the ear of a tall red head. "Gwynn." Was the only word that escaped her throat. She quickly stepped back into a nearby alley and watched the two walk arm in arm down the street. 'I'm not jealous', she thought to herself.
Spike smiled as Gwynn spun around to walk backwards to face him. "Only I get to pick this time. No bars and no demons!"
Spike gave her a look of mock indignation. "Didn't I tell you? Nothing but the best for my girl." They laughed together and crossed the street to a fine Italian restaurant. Buffy's coffee hit the ground when Spike said 'my girl'.
Italian Restaurant
Gwynn and Spike sat in a cozy corner booth drinking a bottle of wine. Spike spoke fluent Italian to the waiter and ordered both their meals. Gwynn cringed slightly as he ordered a raw steak for himself. The waiter left to place their order.
"You haven't said a word about last night. Disappointed that I'm such a wanker?" he asked her cautiously.
Gwynn looked up from her wine and rolled her eyes. "I happen to like your sensitive side, William?"
Spike sneered defensively. "I'm not sensitive!! It's that damn Slayer!"
She chose to ignore his bravado. "I just wish I could make it easier on you." She smiled sweetly.
Spike grinned widely. "I could think up a few ways."
Gwynn smiled seductively in return. "I'm sure you could." Then her expression changed to serious. "But don't you think that would just complicate things for you?"
"How? I'm single..you're single. Doesn't sound too complicated. We've been playing at it for eighty years now." He commented off handedly.
Gwynn smiled slightly and poured herself another glass. Spike eyed her curiously. He had been so deep in his own world that he hadn't noticed she was on her second glass before dinner even arrived. "What gives, luv?"
Gwynn looked up as their meals arrived. She turned her attention to her chicken parmigian without saying a word. Spike was growing concerned. Gwynn looked up from her plate. "You deserve better."
Spike cocked an eyebrow. "I do?"
"Don't give me that look William." He continued to stare. She sighed. "Would I keep coming back if you didn't?" she asked.
Shrugging, Spike took a bite of his food and reflected over their conversation. He suddenly dropped his fork and it clanged loudly on his plate. Everyone in the restaurant turned to face their table. Gwynn glared at him. "What is it?" she demanded.
"You're getting married." He echoed. Slowly he brought he eyes up to meet hers.
It was early afternoon and Gwynn slept soundly in Spike's embrace. Spike gazed hazily at her and sighed quietly. It was not the night he had intended, they spent the night in his bed talking and crying. He told her everything that had happened over the year ...Joyce's death, Buffy's death, her resurrection, their unconventional relationship, and their break up. Gwynn had listened and not spoke a word. She had held him while he cried and he could of sworn he saw her cry for him. Finally, they had fallen asleep as the sun rose into the sky. Now he watched her sleeping peacefully and held her tightly.
Summers' House
Buffy and Dawn sat in silence and ate lunch. Dawn watched Buffy's distant stare. "Everything will work out fine won't it? You know. Happy ending and all?"
Buffy looked shocked. "What?"
"Xander and Anya."
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief. "Xander and Anya, yeah right. beat Oh I'm sure."
Dawn inspected Buffy closer. "Are you all right, Buffy?"
Buffy got up and cleared her plate. "I'm just worried about Xander..."
Willow walked into the kitchen saving Buffy from further speculation. "Heard from Xander, yet?" She flopped into a chair once the girls shook their heads no. "Where could he be?"
All three girls looked towards the phone expectantly, but no ring came.
Sunnydale Main Street
Buffy walked out of Starbucks carrying a hot latte. It had been a quiet night of patrolling and she figured a coffee wouldn't affect her final walk through the cemetery. She looked up as she heard a familiar voice.
"How 'bout dinner, pet?" Spike purred.
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly she turned to decide how to approach him. Then she realized Spike was whispering into the ear of a tall red head. "Gwynn." Was the only word that escaped her throat. She quickly stepped back into a nearby alley and watched the two walk arm in arm down the street. 'I'm not jealous', she thought to herself.
Spike smiled as Gwynn spun around to walk backwards to face him. "Only I get to pick this time. No bars and no demons!"
Spike gave her a look of mock indignation. "Didn't I tell you? Nothing but the best for my girl." They laughed together and crossed the street to a fine Italian restaurant. Buffy's coffee hit the ground when Spike said 'my girl'.
Italian Restaurant
Gwynn and Spike sat in a cozy corner booth drinking a bottle of wine. Spike spoke fluent Italian to the waiter and ordered both their meals. Gwynn cringed slightly as he ordered a raw steak for himself. The waiter left to place their order.
"You haven't said a word about last night. Disappointed that I'm such a wanker?" he asked her cautiously.
Gwynn looked up from her wine and rolled her eyes. "I happen to like your sensitive side, William?"
Spike sneered defensively. "I'm not sensitive!! It's that damn Slayer!"
She chose to ignore his bravado. "I just wish I could make it easier on you." She smiled sweetly.
Spike grinned widely. "I could think up a few ways."
Gwynn smiled seductively in return. "I'm sure you could." Then her expression changed to serious. "But don't you think that would just complicate things for you?"
"How? I'm single..you're single. Doesn't sound too complicated. We've been playing at it for eighty years now." He commented off handedly.
Gwynn smiled slightly and poured herself another glass. Spike eyed her curiously. He had been so deep in his own world that he hadn't noticed she was on her second glass before dinner even arrived. "What gives, luv?"
Gwynn looked up as their meals arrived. She turned her attention to her chicken parmigian without saying a word. Spike was growing concerned. Gwynn looked up from her plate. "You deserve better."
Spike cocked an eyebrow. "I do?"
"Don't give me that look William." He continued to stare. She sighed. "Would I keep coming back if you didn't?" she asked.
Shrugging, Spike took a bite of his food and reflected over their conversation. He suddenly dropped his fork and it clanged loudly on his plate. Everyone in the restaurant turned to face their table. Gwynn glared at him. "What is it?" she demanded.
"You're getting married." He echoed. Slowly he brought he eyes up to meet hers.