The Morning After

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Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters duh! And don't claim too.

Time- Takes place just after "Smashed" and the after "Wrecked" So big spoilers if you haven't seen them yet.

Authors note- This is the beginning of one of my new Buffy/Spike stories, they're my new favorite couple.

Summery- Buffy tries to deal with Spike, while at the same time other factors become an issue for her and her friend's safety. _

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Confessions

Buffy found herself awoken by her sister slamming on the door with her good arm.

"Buffy...Buffy! Wake up! I need some help in here, hello?"

Buffy could barely register what was going on, it had been a couple of days since that thing with her and Spike happened. He'd been good enough to take Dawn to the hospital last night while she talked to Willow.

"Yah, okay Dawn I'll be right out." She yelled back out at her younger sister.

"Alright well hurry I still need to get to school you know,"

"I know, I'll be right there," Buffy spoke, her voice a little scratchy.

She glanced around her room, noticing the garlic hanging all over her room, and her lack of new clothing, she realized she'd made it through the night without going to see him. She'd kept him away this time.

Maybe this won't be that hard after all. She thought to herself.

Buffy put some clothing that didn't smell like she'd just ate fifty pizzas by herself. She was about to leave her room to help her sister get ready when she noticed her mirror. She walked up to it, staring at her reflection; she slowly removed the hair from her left shoulder. The wound still hadn't closed; she could almost hear him calling for her through it. She knew what he said to her was right. She did crave him; she craved him in so many ways she couldn't describe. But now wasn't the time for this, she had to go help Dawn get ready for school. Silently pulling the hair back over her shoulder she left her room.

After Dawn had left for school, Buffy went upstairs. She stopped and looked at Willow's door, still asleep. She guessed that was good. She needed some time to herself to sort things out anyway.

Buffy went back into her room, glanced at her closet and realized that most of her clothing was in the laundry. Damn she thought. Buffy grabbed a laundry basket and headed for the basement.

The second she opened the basement door something seemed wrong. Buffy thought about for a minute but then shrugged it off as not getting much sleep. She walked down towards the washing machine.

All of the sudden Buffy felt herself go flying forward towards the hard ground. She closed her eyes and awaited the pain. But it didn't come. Instead she felt a strong pair of arms holding onto her, keeping her from hitting the ground. At first she felt safe; she didn't want to move she wanted to stay there forever. Then her senses returned to her, she pushed him away from her.

"Spike! What the hell are you doing in my basement?" she demanded

He looked a bit amused.

"Well the rest of your house seems to be covered in awful bright sunlight, so."

"That's not what I meant." She interrupted.

"Why are you in my house at all?"

He moved a little closer to her.

"Why do you think luv." He smirked and stepped a little closer.

"Spike.stop.I mean it"

He smiled at this, and then closed the distance between them. Before Buffy could stop him they were entangled in a deep kiss. She didn't seem to care at that point. A large part of her wanted to kiss him, wanted to be with him, like he had said she craved him. It couldn't be though, it wasn't right. It was Spike for god's sake. With that she pushed him off of her. He smiled and laughed a lightly.

"Buffy."

"No Spike, this isn't going to happen. You have to stop. You can't.we can't.here.not going to. oh god"

As she spoke tears formed in her eyes and she burst out crying. Her sobs grew louder. Spike hesitated and then tried to get closer to her. She backed away slightly, and then fell onto the ground sobbing. Spike kneeled down in front of her. He placed his hand on her thigh.

"Buffy. Buffy" he said again when she didn't look at him.

She looked up at him hot tears streaming down her face. Spike moved his hand from her thigh to her face. He slowly whipped away a few of her tears.

"Please luv, don't cry.'

Buffy stared at him. She attempted to breath. It wasn't working very well though.

"Spike listen to me. I.there's too much right now that I can't deal with, adding trying to figure out my feelings for you doesn't help." She looked away.

Spike smiled to himself.

"So she finally admits to having feelings for me" he regretted saying it almost as fast as he said it.

He was about to fix it, when he was silenced by her finger,

"Spike, I do. I.I have. feelings for you, I don't know what they are, and I don't know how to act on them or even if I should.and."

She never got to finish what she was saying. The contact of his lips on hers silenced her immediately. She didn't refuse him, she couldn't. Not right now. Right now all she wanted was to stay in his arms. After that confession she couldn't leave him here alone. Then something she hadn't expected happened, Spike pulled away. She made a small gasp in protest. His features seemed concerned. He removed the hair from her left shoulder. He spoke so softly.

"Bloody hell, it hasn't healed," he said touching it gently.

She winced at his touch.

"I'm sorry," he said whishing he hadn't done it.

Buffy touched his hand. She let it linger there for a moment before she turned and ran up stairs.