Start Chapter 8.
I own nothing. Joss is all, even tho I severely wanna kick him. He's like a parent. You KNOW he know's what he's doing, but DAMN! You wish they'd let you in on the plan. But do they ever? Noooooooooooooooo. *grumbles obscenities under breath* ANYWAY! To the people who reviewed my story. *sniffle* I love you all. So... chapter 8, the reaction.
'...' A vast nothing ran through Spike's brain for about five point six seconds. His mouth moved twice. Once to open, once to close, and he blinked.
Swallowing, he said softly, his voice rough, "What? I... Say it again. Buffy, say it again."
She laughed tearfully, "I love you."
This wasn't the way he was supposed to react. He wasn't supposed to look so soft, so fragile. He was supposed to sweep her up, or down, whatever, and make love to her. Lots of love making. But... But the way he was looking at her wasn't so bad. He looked awed by her. She'd never been looked at like that before. His eyes caressed her, and she got goosebumps.
Stepping close to her, he rested his forehead against hers. Swallowing once, hard, he whispered, "I love you. I never thought..." Pressing his lips together, licking them, he continued, "I never thought you'd say that."
She felt his chest heave under her hands, his mouth tremble as she pressed hers to his.
His hands framed her face gently, and two tears fell from his blue eyes.
He looked into her eyes, quoted softly, "Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,/ But beats it out even to the edge of doom./ If this be error, and upon me prov'd,/ I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd."
Buffy looked at him in slight confusion. "Did you... Did you write that?"
Spike laughed, throwing her off. "No, baby. One William Shakespere did."
"Oh." Feeling foolish, she added, "I... I really liked it... It was beautiful."
"So are you."
"Spike...?"
"Yeah, luv?"
"What is this place?"
He looked out over the grassy area, with only a few trees, and a view of all of Sunnydale to the left. "It's mine. I used to come here to plot. To plan to kill you. But then, I started coming because you wouldn't let me sleep. You wouldn't get out of my head. I came here to fight, to sleep, to worry. You and your damn Scoobies. You ever tell them that, I'll let them know you still sleep with Mr. Pig."
She punched his shoulder. "How do you know that??"
He smirked. "Don't ever cut the tree down in front of your window."
She laughed. "You suck so bad."
He pulled her to him quickly, grinning ferally at her. "But I'm soooo good." He set her away from him and looked curiously at her.
"What?" She pushed a hand in her hair. "Is it coming out?"
"Can I hold your hand?"
"What?"
"Can I hug you? Can I touch you? Can I wrap my arms around you, and hold you when you're troubled? In front of Xander, and Anya, and Willow, and Tara and Dawn? What I'm asking, Buffy, is will you still love me in broad daylight?"
"I..."
"No. Don't say anything till you've thought about it. I've given you everything, Buffy. I can't... I can't take only having you in the dark like a dirty secret. Because you're my light."
So she thought. She thought about Willows, "Is this my fault?" face, and Xander's, 'oh my God, did we NOT learn the first time?', and all the 'We've got to talk' talks, the explaining, the anger... She closed her eyes in defeat. Could she do that again? Could she do that, and still live if he decided to leave?
She opened her eyes, looking into his steadfast blue ones. He had never left. Not once. Not when she treated him like shit, not when she hit, not when he hit back. He never left. He wasn't like the others...
She extended her hand to clasp with his, interlocking their fingers. Finally, she said softly, "How do you like your eggs in the morning? The Scoobies are coming over for breakfast... Maybe you'd want to help butter toast?"
"I'd love to butter toast."
And hand in hand, walking to Spike's car, the candles flickering softly in the moonlight, they knew, their relationship would not be perfect. But there would be love.
And Spike grinned, knowing he'd butter toast beside her.
End, chapter 8.
Ok, short. I know. But since I've been persuaded to write chapter 8 (I was home sick today, nothing better to do) I figure... what the heck? I'm gonna write chapter 9, too. Prolly. Let me know. It will be Dawn getting home from homecoming, the next morning, and the Scoobies reactions. hehehehe... I can make this one funny. I swear it. Just let me know.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
I own nothing. Joss is all, even tho I severely wanna kick him. He's like a parent. You KNOW he know's what he's doing, but DAMN! You wish they'd let you in on the plan. But do they ever? Noooooooooooooooo. *grumbles obscenities under breath* ANYWAY! To the people who reviewed my story. *sniffle* I love you all. So... chapter 8, the reaction.
'...' A vast nothing ran through Spike's brain for about five point six seconds. His mouth moved twice. Once to open, once to close, and he blinked.
Swallowing, he said softly, his voice rough, "What? I... Say it again. Buffy, say it again."
She laughed tearfully, "I love you."
This wasn't the way he was supposed to react. He wasn't supposed to look so soft, so fragile. He was supposed to sweep her up, or down, whatever, and make love to her. Lots of love making. But... But the way he was looking at her wasn't so bad. He looked awed by her. She'd never been looked at like that before. His eyes caressed her, and she got goosebumps.
Stepping close to her, he rested his forehead against hers. Swallowing once, hard, he whispered, "I love you. I never thought..." Pressing his lips together, licking them, he continued, "I never thought you'd say that."
She felt his chest heave under her hands, his mouth tremble as she pressed hers to his.
His hands framed her face gently, and two tears fell from his blue eyes.
He looked into her eyes, quoted softly, "Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,/ But beats it out even to the edge of doom./ If this be error, and upon me prov'd,/ I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd."
Buffy looked at him in slight confusion. "Did you... Did you write that?"
Spike laughed, throwing her off. "No, baby. One William Shakespere did."
"Oh." Feeling foolish, she added, "I... I really liked it... It was beautiful."
"So are you."
"Spike...?"
"Yeah, luv?"
"What is this place?"
He looked out over the grassy area, with only a few trees, and a view of all of Sunnydale to the left. "It's mine. I used to come here to plot. To plan to kill you. But then, I started coming because you wouldn't let me sleep. You wouldn't get out of my head. I came here to fight, to sleep, to worry. You and your damn Scoobies. You ever tell them that, I'll let them know you still sleep with Mr. Pig."
She punched his shoulder. "How do you know that??"
He smirked. "Don't ever cut the tree down in front of your window."
She laughed. "You suck so bad."
He pulled her to him quickly, grinning ferally at her. "But I'm soooo good." He set her away from him and looked curiously at her.
"What?" She pushed a hand in her hair. "Is it coming out?"
"Can I hold your hand?"
"What?"
"Can I hug you? Can I touch you? Can I wrap my arms around you, and hold you when you're troubled? In front of Xander, and Anya, and Willow, and Tara and Dawn? What I'm asking, Buffy, is will you still love me in broad daylight?"
"I..."
"No. Don't say anything till you've thought about it. I've given you everything, Buffy. I can't... I can't take only having you in the dark like a dirty secret. Because you're my light."
So she thought. She thought about Willows, "Is this my fault?" face, and Xander's, 'oh my God, did we NOT learn the first time?', and all the 'We've got to talk' talks, the explaining, the anger... She closed her eyes in defeat. Could she do that again? Could she do that, and still live if he decided to leave?
She opened her eyes, looking into his steadfast blue ones. He had never left. Not once. Not when she treated him like shit, not when she hit, not when he hit back. He never left. He wasn't like the others...
She extended her hand to clasp with his, interlocking their fingers. Finally, she said softly, "How do you like your eggs in the morning? The Scoobies are coming over for breakfast... Maybe you'd want to help butter toast?"
"I'd love to butter toast."
And hand in hand, walking to Spike's car, the candles flickering softly in the moonlight, they knew, their relationship would not be perfect. But there would be love.
And Spike grinned, knowing he'd butter toast beside her.
End, chapter 8.
Ok, short. I know. But since I've been persuaded to write chapter 8 (I was home sick today, nothing better to do) I figure... what the heck? I'm gonna write chapter 9, too. Prolly. Let me know. It will be Dawn getting home from homecoming, the next morning, and the Scoobies reactions. hehehehe... I can make this one funny. I swear it. Just let me know.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise