" What if what, pet?"
" What if I want us to be…more than friends?" Spikes anger exploded.
"What? Ok, I don't get this, Slayer! You sleep with me, than you're mad at me, than you call me, than you would give up your life for me! What in bloody hell is goin' on?!" Buffy looked shocked, none the less hurt. She looked at the floor.
" I…don't know. Whatever you want, you can have…I'm yours."
" You know damn well I want ya, love," Spike lit up a cigarette. " But you're helpless right now. So why don't you take your pretty self back to your home to sort things out, then come back to me when you know what you want, pet." Buffy turned to the door with her back facing Spike and walked off. She said over her shoulder, "Thanks."
"Will, please come over here…I need you…" Buffy sniffled over the phone. "Thanks…bye."
"Buffy, is everything ok?" Willow looked concerned as she entered Dawn's old room. "Wait, before you answer that, tell me: How's everything going…without Dawn 'n all, you lonely ever?"
"No, Willow." Buffy sighed. "No, I am not ok. Spike wants me, and I want him…but I have been sending him mixed signals he thinks. He told me to come back to him when I thought everything through."
"What's there to think about, Buff?"
"That's the point. I have no clue. Why are we in Dawn's room? Can we go somewhere else maybe?"
"Yeah, sure." Willow smiled sadly and they went into the kitchen.
Why did I tell her to go away? Why am I so stupid!? Well, at least Giles isn't here. He'd persuaded her to kill me. Does she love me or not? Sometimes she acts like she does, and others she just…hates me. Spike thought. He sensed Buffy was behind him, but he did not move.
"Made your mind up, Slayer?" Spike still didn't turn around.
"Yeah, I have." Buffy spun the chair he was sitting in around, so he faced her. She sat on his lap and furiously ripped open his shirt. Spike threw his cigarette on the ground and yanked her head next to his cheek.
" I could end up killing you, one of these days, love. You know how easily I could snap your neck. I am just warning you." Spike let go of her hair and she got off him. She wasn't sure she wanted to someday be killed. Her heart told her to stay away from Spike, but her mind told her to be a naughty girl. Buffy went with her mind and flung her body against his.
His hands touched her every curve as the rolled around on the floor, panting.
