Blood & Pancakes
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Things had been ok the last few days, Spike had barely gone back to his crypt at all and Buffy was happy to have him around. She did find herself looking at funny sometimes, wondering.
To be honest she didn't want to know, she didn't know when it had happened or what had set it off. She didn't want to.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she groaned when she realized that she had to get up. A lovely smell surrounded her when she flung her bedroom door open, she smiled.
As she suspected she found Spike in the kitchen making her pancakes, he was a wonderful boyfriend. There was no way she was going to let one night of doubt spoil what they had.
"Umm yummy." Buffy smiled at him as she shoved a pancake into her mouth. 'Still beautiful' he thought.
"I'm glad you like it pet, thought you could do with a treat."
"What's with you and all the treats?" She asked still intrested about the money Spike was throwing about lately.
He knew what she was getting at and he ignored her. There was no way he was planning on telling her any time soon. He'd kept it a secrete for over a hundred years, yet only a month ago Dawn had broken him, well Buffy would not find out.
The thought of her knowing sent a shiver down his spine, he could see her reaction already.
"So then what ya gonna do today honey? Apart from Passions at one." Buffy asked mouth full, Spike smiled at Buffy's use of honey and her cute lack of manners.
"Well yes there is Passions. But I thought I might do some laundry, don't mind do you?"
"Mind? As if! You can do all the house work if you want." Buffy grinned thinking of Spike running round in nothing but an apron, yummier than pancakes.
Spike laughed at her staring into space, he loved the look she got on her face half concentration half confusion. It was funny because she looked kind of dim. He thought he better get his own breakfast now that he'd satisfied his woman.
"Shit." Spike cursed at the fridge as if it were alive.
"Huh what?" Buffy snapped out of the trance of naked Spike she'd fallen into.
"There's no blood here. What I've got left is at my crypt." He explained with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Guess I should go get it for you." Buffy said.
"Oh would you love. Thanks."
"No." She giggled, she loved annoying him in the mornings.
"Please." Spike pouted.
Just like he could not say no to her puppy dog eyes she could not say not resist that sexy pout, "Ok."
She kissed him and made off for his crypt.
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It was sunny and warm outside, sometimes it made Buffy sad to think that her and Spike would never get to spend a day in the sun. It was times like that she wished she had the gem of Amera.
She pushed against the stone door of his crypt and thought how funny it was that no one had never questioned the woman who spent time in a crypt.
Inside was looking pretty bad now, Spike had not been there in a while and even then it was just to pick stuff up. Walking over to the little fridge she noticed a letter on the top of his table.
Buffy knew it was wrong, the letter was addressed to Mr W Evans not Ms B Summers but she couldn't help herself. Telling herself that her and Spike didn't have secretes so he wouldn't mind she tore open the envolpe.
Groping the information with her eyes she tried to concentrate on what the letter was telling her. Why would he keep this from her, this must be a mistake. Then her eyes fell to the bottem of the page.
"Holy Shit."
TBC.......
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Things had been ok the last few days, Spike had barely gone back to his crypt at all and Buffy was happy to have him around. She did find herself looking at funny sometimes, wondering.
To be honest she didn't want to know, she didn't know when it had happened or what had set it off. She didn't want to.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she groaned when she realized that she had to get up. A lovely smell surrounded her when she flung her bedroom door open, she smiled.
As she suspected she found Spike in the kitchen making her pancakes, he was a wonderful boyfriend. There was no way she was going to let one night of doubt spoil what they had.
"Umm yummy." Buffy smiled at him as she shoved a pancake into her mouth. 'Still beautiful' he thought.
"I'm glad you like it pet, thought you could do with a treat."
"What's with you and all the treats?" She asked still intrested about the money Spike was throwing about lately.
He knew what she was getting at and he ignored her. There was no way he was planning on telling her any time soon. He'd kept it a secrete for over a hundred years, yet only a month ago Dawn had broken him, well Buffy would not find out.
The thought of her knowing sent a shiver down his spine, he could see her reaction already.
"So then what ya gonna do today honey? Apart from Passions at one." Buffy asked mouth full, Spike smiled at Buffy's use of honey and her cute lack of manners.
"Well yes there is Passions. But I thought I might do some laundry, don't mind do you?"
"Mind? As if! You can do all the house work if you want." Buffy grinned thinking of Spike running round in nothing but an apron, yummier than pancakes.
Spike laughed at her staring into space, he loved the look she got on her face half concentration half confusion. It was funny because she looked kind of dim. He thought he better get his own breakfast now that he'd satisfied his woman.
"Shit." Spike cursed at the fridge as if it were alive.
"Huh what?" Buffy snapped out of the trance of naked Spike she'd fallen into.
"There's no blood here. What I've got left is at my crypt." He explained with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Guess I should go get it for you." Buffy said.
"Oh would you love. Thanks."
"No." She giggled, she loved annoying him in the mornings.
"Please." Spike pouted.
Just like he could not say no to her puppy dog eyes she could not say not resist that sexy pout, "Ok."
She kissed him and made off for his crypt.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was sunny and warm outside, sometimes it made Buffy sad to think that her and Spike would never get to spend a day in the sun. It was times like that she wished she had the gem of Amera.
She pushed against the stone door of his crypt and thought how funny it was that no one had never questioned the woman who spent time in a crypt.
Inside was looking pretty bad now, Spike had not been there in a while and even then it was just to pick stuff up. Walking over to the little fridge she noticed a letter on the top of his table.
Buffy knew it was wrong, the letter was addressed to Mr W Evans not Ms B Summers but she couldn't help herself. Telling herself that her and Spike didn't have secretes so he wouldn't mind she tore open the envolpe.
Groping the information with her eyes she tried to concentrate on what the letter was telling her. Why would he keep this from her, this must be a mistake. Then her eyes fell to the bottem of the page.
"Holy Shit."
TBC.......