The Unmasking Of Desires
"Your blood's in the fridge." said Buffy as she threw open the door to her room. Spike eagerly went to the fridge. He thought. He grabbed the blood-bag and poured it's contents into a cup, slammed it into the microwave and watched Buffy's reflection in the glass of the door. Buffy was walking to her cupboard..opening it...removing the duster and the remains of her shirt... Spike grinned into the microwave as the eyed the slayers profile. She was pulling on another top, and walking towards him. DING! The microwave sounded, signalling the blood was ready. Buffy observed as the blond vampire tugged open the door of the microwave and started to drink the blood, running it slowly over his tongue, tasting every drop. A Vampire in ecstasy. She thought to herself. Buffy scowled as she threw her ruined shirt into the bin, angry at Riley.
"I 'ate that soldier-boy too pet." said Spike, almost as if he'd read her mind. He placed the empty mug on the sideboard and turned to face her. She was staring at her ragged shirt, not seeming to hear him.
"Oh God! Angelus..tried to..oh GOD!" Buffy didn't realise she was speaking aloud. She had been in shock. Now the nights events had taken hold of her, and she broke down, chiding herself immediately for doing so.
Spike, meanwhile, was surprised
"He's a bastard, pet. Don't worry about him." Feeling a little awkward, he put an arm around her. "Red will give 'im back his soul, 'e can apologise an' prance back to L.A., an' everything will get back to normal."
Buffy laid her head against his chest, thankful for the comfort.
"I-I just can't believe what nearly happened. How could I have been so stupid?"
"It's not *your* fault. 'Ow were you supposed to know he would get a happy over the phone?" He tilted her head up to look at him. "It's not your fault pet." He kissed her lightly on the lips. However brief, his kiss seemed like an appetiser, like a promise of things to come. Buffy gazed back up at him in wonder, then kissed him back, slipping an arm around his waist. Then closing her eyes, she runtrned to his lips. He kissed her gently, it was a long, passionate, meaningful kiss, his lips were soft and his experience was obvious. thought Buffy, dizzy from the feel of it. She pulled away a little, before she passed out from lack of oxygen. She felt like the room was spinning. "I need to sit down." she told the vampire, and still in each others arms, they sat on the edge of her bed.
"Spike..I should tell you something." Buffy was feeling tired. And this moment, nothing mattered.
"What pet?"
"I-Ikindalikeyou." She said in a rush, blushing furiously, astonished that she'd had the guts to tell him - her *supposedly* sworn enemy.
"Pet" began Spike. "Like I used to say to Dru, I like you more each day." He wrapped his arms more firmly around her.
Buffy smiled, then yawned a little. "Oh, sorry! I'm just so ti-" Spike cut her off by laying a finger to her lips. "Shh. It's okay. Sleep. I'm here." he whispered to the blond as he pulled her back onto the bed with him so they were lying down. Laying her head against his shoulder, she inhaled his scent, leathery and earthy, with a vague scent of cigarettes. she confessed to herself sleepily, before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
-----a little later--------
Willow walked into the dorm room. "Hey Buffy! I'm back!" She called as she entered. She and Wesley had got to the magic shop in record time, purchased the Orb, and now, in under a day, were back in Sunnydale. It was late, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She looked over at Buffy's bed to see two figures lying peacefully on it, wrapped in a sleepy embrace. "Oh GODDESS!" She stared in shock at the blond vampire holding her friend. The slayer jerked awake.
"Willow!"
"Buffy. Ah. I see you're, Uh, kinda busy... I'll..er...see you at Giles'. Later. Er...gotta go." She dashed out of the room red faced, slamming the door behind her. Spike could hear her running down the corridor saying "Buffy..and *Spike*??" over and over again.
"Your blood's in the fridge." said Buffy as she threw open the door to her room. Spike eagerly went to the fridge. He thought. He grabbed the blood-bag and poured it's contents into a cup, slammed it into the microwave and watched Buffy's reflection in the glass of the door. Buffy was walking to her cupboard..opening it...removing the duster and the remains of her shirt... Spike grinned into the microwave as the eyed the slayers profile. She was pulling on another top, and walking towards him. DING! The microwave sounded, signalling the blood was ready. Buffy observed as the blond vampire tugged open the door of the microwave and started to drink the blood, running it slowly over his tongue, tasting every drop. A Vampire in ecstasy. She thought to herself. Buffy scowled as she threw her ruined shirt into the bin, angry at Riley.
"I 'ate that soldier-boy too pet." said Spike, almost as if he'd read her mind. He placed the empty mug on the sideboard and turned to face her. She was staring at her ragged shirt, not seeming to hear him.
"Oh God! Angelus..tried to..oh GOD!" Buffy didn't realise she was speaking aloud. She had been in shock. Now the nights events had taken hold of her, and she broke down, chiding herself immediately for doing so.
Spike, meanwhile, was surprised
"He's a bastard, pet. Don't worry about him." Feeling a little awkward, he put an arm around her. "Red will give 'im back his soul, 'e can apologise an' prance back to L.A., an' everything will get back to normal."
Buffy laid her head against his chest, thankful for the comfort.
"I-I just can't believe what nearly happened. How could I have been so stupid?"
"It's not *your* fault. 'Ow were you supposed to know he would get a happy over the phone?" He tilted her head up to look at him. "It's not your fault pet." He kissed her lightly on the lips. However brief, his kiss seemed like an appetiser, like a promise of things to come. Buffy gazed back up at him in wonder, then kissed him back, slipping an arm around his waist. Then closing her eyes, she runtrned to his lips. He kissed her gently, it was a long, passionate, meaningful kiss, his lips were soft and his experience was obvious. thought Buffy, dizzy from the feel of it. She pulled away a little, before she passed out from lack of oxygen. She felt like the room was spinning. "I need to sit down." she told the vampire, and still in each others arms, they sat on the edge of her bed.
"Spike..I should tell you something." Buffy was feeling tired. And this moment, nothing mattered.
"What pet?"
"I-Ikindalikeyou." She said in a rush, blushing furiously, astonished that she'd had the guts to tell him - her *supposedly* sworn enemy.
"Pet" began Spike. "Like I used to say to Dru, I like you more each day." He wrapped his arms more firmly around her.
Buffy smiled, then yawned a little. "Oh, sorry! I'm just so ti-" Spike cut her off by laying a finger to her lips. "Shh. It's okay. Sleep. I'm here." he whispered to the blond as he pulled her back onto the bed with him so they were lying down. Laying her head against his shoulder, she inhaled his scent, leathery and earthy, with a vague scent of cigarettes. she confessed to herself sleepily, before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
-----a little later--------
Willow walked into the dorm room. "Hey Buffy! I'm back!" She called as she entered. She and Wesley had got to the magic shop in record time, purchased the Orb, and now, in under a day, were back in Sunnydale. It was late, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She looked over at Buffy's bed to see two figures lying peacefully on it, wrapped in a sleepy embrace. "Oh GODDESS!" She stared in shock at the blond vampire holding her friend. The slayer jerked awake.
"Willow!"
"Buffy. Ah. I see you're, Uh, kinda busy... I'll..er...see you at Giles'. Later. Er...gotta go." She dashed out of the room red faced, slamming the door behind her. Spike could hear her running down the corridor saying "Buffy..and *Spike*??" over and over again.