Bailamos - Chapter Four
by Angel Eternal
email: angel_eternal_01@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several
companies and God knows who else. One thing is certain - I don't own
any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!
~ Searing heat ~
~ Tonight we dance ~
Buffy laughed at him, "You think you know me so well don't you? You're just like everyone else! You think you know,
but you know nothing!"
Spike leaned back against a tree, eyes studying her. "I do know you Slayer - better then anyone - even yourself."
Buffy snorted, and crossed her arms.
Spike grinned at her, "I know you love autumn - seeing those red and gold leaves floating down, when they're all piled
up you love to jump in just to hear the crunch. You love it when it rains - to watch the water flow down - you love to be
in the rain - it makes you feel clean and whole. I know that every night you go home and cry. You sit by your window
and cry for all the death in your life, the everyday death you deal with - the death that you so casually bestow on others.
The death of your mother, you still keep seeing it don't you? I know you cry for the life you never had. You know how
I know Buffy?" Never did he look away from her, "I know because we are so alike."
Buffy stepped back, "Alike? We are nothing alike Spike! Nothing! I am the Slayer and you are nothing but a neutered
vampire!"
Spike laughed, a laugh filled with bitterness, "Those are just names Buffy - you know that. The Slayer isn't who you are
- it's part of you, but it's not your whole. You're more then that - and you know I'm more then a neutered vamp." He
shook his head, "You keep talking in your head but no one listens - no one wants to listen."
~ Like no tomorrow ~
Buffy stared at him, wanting to hate him with every particle of her being - but he understood her. He understood her
so damn well.
Spike shook his head, and silently turned to walk away. She reacted instinctively, she ran to him. God why?
She grabbed him by the arm, and whirled him around. Spike, stunned, wasn't even given a moment to register what
was happening before he found his arms filled with warmth.
Buffy kissed him - again.
~ If you will stay with me ~
Spike kissed her back, savouring the feel of her in his arms, then he brought his hands up to her arms - and this time it
was him who pushed her back.
If he had let her kiss him for a second longer he knew that he would never have the strength to pull away, that he would
hold her for all eternity - until the sun rose and disintegrated him, and she would be left with nothing but dust.
Buffy blinked, confused. "Spike?"
Spike shook his head, "Not like this."
"What?" Buffy shook her head, "I don't understand. I thought you wanted me."
~ Te quiero mi amor ~
(I want you, my love)
Spike drew in a shaky breath, "God only knows how much."
"Then..." If he was telling her the truth, why wasn't he kissing her? Why wasn't he pushing her down to the ground,
crawling up to kiss...she really had to stop these thoughts! Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment - he had pushed her
away and she was left with her wanton thoughts.
"But not like this." He studied her face once more, a face that belonged to an angel, with eyes of sorrow, "Not like this."
Buffy pulled away from him, trying to disguise the hurt. "Fine then..."
She turned to walk away. Spike groaned, he couldn't let her go when she obviously still didn't understand. He rushed
after her.
"Buffy wait!"
Buffy stopped, her back to him, "We have nothing to say."
Spike rubbed his hand over his eyes, "You can be so dense Slayer!"
Buffy turned sideways, watching him.
"Don't you get it? I love you! I don't want half-measures. I never wanted the half-measures. Can't you see that..."
His rant was interrupted when she flew into his arms again.
"I'm not talking about half-measures." she whispered.
~ Quidate conmigo ~
(Stay with me)
Spike stared down at her stunned, "What...."
"I never do things in half-measures Spike." her hand snaked up to coil around his neck, "If you take this now - there's
no going back. No returning to Drusilla and leaving me. No turning evil."
Spike couldn't help but chuckle, "Slayer, I think you're mistaking me for someone else - I already am evil remember?"
Buffy frowned up at him, "No you're not - someone who can see into my soul so clearly can't be evil."
Spike smirked, "Keep telling yourself that love."
Buffy sighed, "Spike! Don't burst my bubble - let me be delusional."
Spike smiled, and turned serious, "I meant what I said before Buffy - I'm not going to leave you - I'm the long-haul
kind of guy."
It was Buffy's turn to smirk, "Considering you stayed with one girl for over a century I guess you are." then she quieted,
"I mean it Spike - I don't think I can handle it if another leaves me. It seems to be a pattern you know - date, screw,
leave. Though some leave out the dating bit."
Spike dipped his head close to hers, "But that's the best part pet."
Buffy grinned, "I don't know about that - it depends on who we're talking about."
Spike nodded, "I'm not going to leave you Buffy - it's something you just have to deal with - shouldn't you know that
by now?" He took a deep breath to steady himself, and bared it all. "What I'm scared of is you leaving me. That you'd
wake up, remember your pills, listen to your friends - that this period of insanity won't last."
Buffy shook her head, "Don't you know? I'm always insane - certifiably."
"So am I baby - so am I."
She reached up, and he met her, their lips and tongues dancing, entangling, responding to the heat that blossomed
between them.
Esta noche - bailamos
(Tonight--we dance)
~ To be continued ~