CHAPTER TWELVE
Spike was alone in his crypt, the past few weeks with Buffy had made him realize how cold and depressing his crypt actually was.
He wanted to be with her now, helping her with whatever it was that was on her mind, instead he was sat drinking whiskey from the bottle watching taped episodes of Passions.
"At least she's not mad at me." He said to himself as he flicked the TV off. They'd come along way and they were so happy. Both of them could give in to love and enjoy it. He had loved Dru but could never let go because he always had care for her.
Now at last he was loving an equal.
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She had stopped crying, she had got past the stage where she was filled with emotions. Now Buffy was sat on the sofa with a tub of ice cream, essential for any relationship turmoil. Still one question played on her mind.
"Does Spike know?"
She was pretty sure that he didn't, the way he was he wouldn't have let himself into her life if he knew. No matter what he did love her and he would never let anything hurt her, even if that meant he had to leave.
Buffy remembered the look on his face when she'd thrown him off, the look of the man not the demon. He was disgusted with himself, she knew that.
Her feelings started to soften, in all the years they'd been friends he had never hurt her, all he ever did was save her.
Buffy thought she should try and get some sleep, rest would do her good. As she went to go upstairs she remember the gifts Spike had brought her, now they lay disguarded on the dining table. A small red velvet box caught her eye.
Appraoching it with care, like it was something dangerous Buffy picked the box up. Opening the lid she saw a beautiful silver locket. On the underside was an inscription, 'For the woman I love. I am a man in your eyes and you are amazing in mine.'
A tear rolled down her cheek. The beautiful words filled her mind, that was Spike, what she'd seen was not him. Much as it hurt she had to push that aside and try to forget. She didn't know if she could, but when she next saw him she'd know.
For now she wanted to sleep.
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Spike ran from his car into the Summers house, covered by the blanket that kept him safe from the sun. He hoped that Buffy was in a better mood this morning, he loved her and he could protect her from vamps and demon. But a crying woman, he never had been too good with them. It was alright until a cuddle wasn't enough and they wanted to talk.
The door banged and Buffy knew that he was there, she grabbed her robe. Now was not the time to let him into her bedroom. Or anywhere near the bathroom for that matter.
"Buffy you here love?" He shouted noticing that at eleven o'clock she still wasn't up.
"Yeah I'm coming." She said as she desended the stairs.
He thought how beautiful she looked, unwashed no make up but still the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Now Buffy and Spike were standing face to face, she was searching his eyes for clues. Nothing.
All she saw was the deepest love the world had ever known, she had her answer. It would be hard but she knew that she could never tell him, he'd hated himself, he'd want to leave.
He wrapped his arms round her waist, at first it felt strange to her, letting him touch her, but she couldn't think of that.
"You want to tell me what happened last night pet?"
She didn't want to lie to him, but she had to, "Had a flashback." She muttered while staggering into the kitchen for coffee, hoping he would leave it at that so she wouldn't have to lie.
"God sweetheart you ok? What was is of?"
"Just when I found my mom. But I'm fine honest. Look one happy Slayer." She broke out into a huge smile and Spike knew things were fine.
"Good because I wouldn't want to take advantage of you in an upset state, now I can just take advantage of you in a happy state." He smirked as he started to kiss down her neck, yes he was feeling very naughty.
"Spike." She squeeled.
Things would be fine. Well unless anyone else remembered.
TBC..........
Spike was alone in his crypt, the past few weeks with Buffy had made him realize how cold and depressing his crypt actually was.
He wanted to be with her now, helping her with whatever it was that was on her mind, instead he was sat drinking whiskey from the bottle watching taped episodes of Passions.
"At least she's not mad at me." He said to himself as he flicked the TV off. They'd come along way and they were so happy. Both of them could give in to love and enjoy it. He had loved Dru but could never let go because he always had care for her.
Now at last he was loving an equal.
~~~~~~~~~~
She had stopped crying, she had got past the stage where she was filled with emotions. Now Buffy was sat on the sofa with a tub of ice cream, essential for any relationship turmoil. Still one question played on her mind.
"Does Spike know?"
She was pretty sure that he didn't, the way he was he wouldn't have let himself into her life if he knew. No matter what he did love her and he would never let anything hurt her, even if that meant he had to leave.
Buffy remembered the look on his face when she'd thrown him off, the look of the man not the demon. He was disgusted with himself, she knew that.
Her feelings started to soften, in all the years they'd been friends he had never hurt her, all he ever did was save her.
Buffy thought she should try and get some sleep, rest would do her good. As she went to go upstairs she remember the gifts Spike had brought her, now they lay disguarded on the dining table. A small red velvet box caught her eye.
Appraoching it with care, like it was something dangerous Buffy picked the box up. Opening the lid she saw a beautiful silver locket. On the underside was an inscription, 'For the woman I love. I am a man in your eyes and you are amazing in mine.'
A tear rolled down her cheek. The beautiful words filled her mind, that was Spike, what she'd seen was not him. Much as it hurt she had to push that aside and try to forget. She didn't know if she could, but when she next saw him she'd know.
For now she wanted to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Spike ran from his car into the Summers house, covered by the blanket that kept him safe from the sun. He hoped that Buffy was in a better mood this morning, he loved her and he could protect her from vamps and demon. But a crying woman, he never had been too good with them. It was alright until a cuddle wasn't enough and they wanted to talk.
The door banged and Buffy knew that he was there, she grabbed her robe. Now was not the time to let him into her bedroom. Or anywhere near the bathroom for that matter.
"Buffy you here love?" He shouted noticing that at eleven o'clock she still wasn't up.
"Yeah I'm coming." She said as she desended the stairs.
He thought how beautiful she looked, unwashed no make up but still the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Now Buffy and Spike were standing face to face, she was searching his eyes for clues. Nothing.
All she saw was the deepest love the world had ever known, she had her answer. It would be hard but she knew that she could never tell him, he'd hated himself, he'd want to leave.
He wrapped his arms round her waist, at first it felt strange to her, letting him touch her, but she couldn't think of that.
"You want to tell me what happened last night pet?"
She didn't want to lie to him, but she had to, "Had a flashback." She muttered while staggering into the kitchen for coffee, hoping he would leave it at that so she wouldn't have to lie.
"God sweetheart you ok? What was is of?"
"Just when I found my mom. But I'm fine honest. Look one happy Slayer." She broke out into a huge smile and Spike knew things were fine.
"Good because I wouldn't want to take advantage of you in an upset state, now I can just take advantage of you in a happy state." He smirked as he started to kiss down her neck, yes he was feeling very naughty.
"Spike." She squeeled.
Things would be fine. Well unless anyone else remembered.
TBC..........