Author's note: This would be the pure narrative
She stared after his retreating figure while wiping her suddenly sweaty palms on the worn legs of her blue jeans. How dare he! How dare he wait to tell her until she would have no time to decide! How dare he tell her this when he knew she was with Riley! How dare he... walk out of her life when she loved him too.
She called his name again, racing blindly towards his weathered, black DeSoto. He waved her away from behind the wheel and she began crying herself when she noticed the wet trails on Spike's cheeks. She placed her hands evenly on the hood of his car, and called his name again, refusing to move until he was forced to climb out of the car and stand next to her.
She said his name again, this time barely a whisper, and he must've seen what the whisper meant through the shining tears in her eyes, because he reached up and brushed the stray teardrops off her cheeks. His lips parted to speak again, but she stopped him by placing a slim finger against his lips. They gazed at each other for a moment, neither moving, each simply enjoying the other's close proximity.
Minutes passed, each staring at the other, before Spike finally threw caution to the wind, leaned in, and softly brushed his lips across Buffy's.
They pulled away, the kiss lasting only seconds, but each was flushed. Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of Tara calling her name from the back entrance to the Magic Box. Dawn was on the phone. It was important. She turned and gave Spike a rueful smile and began to speak again, but he silenced her with a shake of his head.
He waited a moment before flashing her a warm grin and tapping the end of her nose with the tip of his finger. Still smiling, he walked back over to the DeSoto and dropped into the drivers' seat. Spike watched Buffy walk back into the restaurant, pausing briefly at the entrance to give him a reassuring smile, and then he started his car and pulled out of the lot.
TBC?
Part II
