"I can breath."
Puzzled, Buffy stared at Spike.
"But, you don't..." she trailed off.
"My point exactly, pet," retorted Spike.
"But, how? why...?"
"How the bloody hell should I should know?" the irritated vampire exploded.
Eyes downcast, the slayer muttered a barely audible apology.
"I'm gonna go change," Buffy said quietly picking up the black boxers.
Walking into the bathroom, she noticed that instead of electricity, there were candles scattered about. There was obviously plumbing seeing how there was a toilet, bathtub and shower, and a sink. And a mirror. Picking up the box of matches from the sink, Buffy lit the few candles. All of a sudden, feeling embarrassed, she turned away from the mirror and slowly changed into Spikes boxers. Taking out her ponytail, she tried to calm her hair down. Doing her best, she started out when she heard Spike yell at her.
"Slayer! Get out here!"
Quickly walking out of the bathroom, she was about to ask what was wrong when she saw what Spike was yelling about. There he was, staring at the mirror…into his reflection.
"Oh. My. God. Spike, what's going on?" Buffy asked quietly.
Giving no response, the lanky blond turned around to face the petite blond. Without warning, Spike strode over to Buffy and punched her along her jaw. Startled, the slayer instantly retaliated in kicking him in the stomach. Laughing a low laugh, Spike caught her foot in mid air before it struck him and twisted it, causing Buffy to flip in the air and land face down. Pushing herself up on her hands, she slammed both of her feet into Spikes chest, catching him off guard. Getting to her feet, Buffy walked over to a winded Spike. Thinking she had won, she started to walk away when her feet were kicked out from under her. Attacking each other, Spike and Buffy punched, kicked, scratched and bit until the slayer was pinned under the former vampire. Looking down at the girl under him, Spike suddenly grinned.
"Well look at you, pet. It seems that you are actually beneath me!" He commented, mockery dancing in his bright eyes.
Buffy opened her mouth the reply but was cut off when Spikes mouth crushed her own. Struggling, she tried to push him off, but was weakened by loss of blood and the fight that had occurred only moments before. Giving up, she kissed him back.
Startled, Spike pulled away, questioning her motives. Not bothering to answer, Buffy pulled his face down and gently kissed him. Looking into his eyes, she gave a slight nod and their lips locked. Never moving his mouth from hers, Spike carefully picked Buffy up and carried her to his bed.
Waking up first, Buffy felt the arms surrounding her pull her closer. Snuggling into the embrace, she pulled the black satin sheets over her head to shield her eyes from a wandering patch of sunlight that had landed on them. Remembering whom she was with and what had happened the night before, Buffy jolted awake and sat upright, with the sheets covering herself. Spike stirred beside her a mumbled,
"What's the matter, luv?"
"Spike."
Trying to get his attention, the slayer gently shook Spike by the shoulders.
"You're in sunlight."
Instantly awake, he jerked the covers over his head, not realizing he wasn't burning. Then, slowly, he lowered the sheets and looked questioningly at Buffy.
"Here's two things that I thought would never happen. You, human I think, and me waking up in the same bed with you," she looked down and continued,
"Nude."
Puzzled, Buffy stared at Spike.
"But, you don't..." she trailed off.
"My point exactly, pet," retorted Spike.
"But, how? why...?"
"How the bloody hell should I should know?" the irritated vampire exploded.
Eyes downcast, the slayer muttered a barely audible apology.
"I'm gonna go change," Buffy said quietly picking up the black boxers.
Walking into the bathroom, she noticed that instead of electricity, there were candles scattered about. There was obviously plumbing seeing how there was a toilet, bathtub and shower, and a sink. And a mirror. Picking up the box of matches from the sink, Buffy lit the few candles. All of a sudden, feeling embarrassed, she turned away from the mirror and slowly changed into Spikes boxers. Taking out her ponytail, she tried to calm her hair down. Doing her best, she started out when she heard Spike yell at her.
"Slayer! Get out here!"
Quickly walking out of the bathroom, she was about to ask what was wrong when she saw what Spike was yelling about. There he was, staring at the mirror…into his reflection.
"Oh. My. God. Spike, what's going on?" Buffy asked quietly.
Giving no response, the lanky blond turned around to face the petite blond. Without warning, Spike strode over to Buffy and punched her along her jaw. Startled, the slayer instantly retaliated in kicking him in the stomach. Laughing a low laugh, Spike caught her foot in mid air before it struck him and twisted it, causing Buffy to flip in the air and land face down. Pushing herself up on her hands, she slammed both of her feet into Spikes chest, catching him off guard. Getting to her feet, Buffy walked over to a winded Spike. Thinking she had won, she started to walk away when her feet were kicked out from under her. Attacking each other, Spike and Buffy punched, kicked, scratched and bit until the slayer was pinned under the former vampire. Looking down at the girl under him, Spike suddenly grinned.
"Well look at you, pet. It seems that you are actually beneath me!" He commented, mockery dancing in his bright eyes.
Buffy opened her mouth the reply but was cut off when Spikes mouth crushed her own. Struggling, she tried to push him off, but was weakened by loss of blood and the fight that had occurred only moments before. Giving up, she kissed him back.
Startled, Spike pulled away, questioning her motives. Not bothering to answer, Buffy pulled his face down and gently kissed him. Looking into his eyes, she gave a slight nod and their lips locked. Never moving his mouth from hers, Spike carefully picked Buffy up and carried her to his bed.
Waking up first, Buffy felt the arms surrounding her pull her closer. Snuggling into the embrace, she pulled the black satin sheets over her head to shield her eyes from a wandering patch of sunlight that had landed on them. Remembering whom she was with and what had happened the night before, Buffy jolted awake and sat upright, with the sheets covering herself. Spike stirred beside her a mumbled,
"What's the matter, luv?"
"Spike."
Trying to get his attention, the slayer gently shook Spike by the shoulders.
"You're in sunlight."
Instantly awake, he jerked the covers over his head, not realizing he wasn't burning. Then, slowly, he lowered the sheets and looked questioningly at Buffy.
"Here's two things that I thought would never happen. You, human I think, and me waking up in the same bed with you," she looked down and continued,
"Nude."