TITLE: The Video, Part 2
AUTHOR: Christy
FEEDBACK: Yes! Live for it.
EMAIL: moneal@poboxes.com
WEBPAGE: www.members.tripod.com/allaboutspike
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Yes
DISCLAIMERS: They're not mine.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask first
SUMMARY: After seeing something shocking on video, Buffy makes a decision that changes her life
Spike stared at the crypt door long after Anya left. What the hell is wrong with me? She doesn't love me, she's never going to love me. So why am I being faithful to her? I had a beautiful, willing woman here and I kicked her out. I'm as bad as the whelp. Drink, I need more to drink. He opened a fresh bottle of bourbon, tilted it back and drank deeply. He stumbled over to the couch, turned on the telly and preceded to drown his sorrows.
Buffy threw open the crypt door, exhausted from her run from the nerd's lair. "Spike! Spike! I need to talk to you." She ran frantically through the crypt looking for the vampire. She finally spotted him, passed out on the couch, a mostly empty bottle grasped loosely in his hand. "Wake up Spike. Come on, this is important." She grabbed him by his shirt and shook vigorously. There was no response from the form on the couch. "This just figures, you've been bugging me for weeks to talk to you. We need to chat this out, Buffy. Talk to me, Buffy" She mimicked in a really bad English accent. "I finally want to talk to you and you're unconscious." Buffy leaned over and put her mouth right up to his ear, "WAKE UP!"
His body jerked, his eyes shot open and he yelled, "Bloody hell Slayer, what are you trying to do..." His brain finally caught up with his mouth and he realized Buffy was here, in his crypt. "Buffy? Luv? What are you doing here?"
Now that Spike was awake, Buffy found that her previous courage had deserted her. She began to pace around the crypt, trying to figure out what to say. "You see...... Well..........It's like this Spike", she began many times, the words just wouldn't come.
"Could you stop that confounded pacing, you're making me ill. Just tell me why you are here already! I'm not up for more kick the Spike, so if that's why you are here, just get it over with, so I can pass out again."
"No, that's not why I'm here. I'm here to talk. I know, Miss Avoidance, here to talk, but it's true. I saw something tonight that made me think about us and where we are heading."
"Us? I thought there was no us. Now, suddenly there is, what happened?"
"I found the nerd's lair and I was looking around for clues as to what they were going to do next. And I saw you. On the TV. With Anya." She whispered the last part. Buffy was staring at the floor, she couldn't look at him, the pain was still so great.
"You saw me? What do you mean, you saw me?"
"They must have a camera in here. I saw you drinking, I saw Anya come in. I saw her take off her coat, and I saw you...", she swallowed hard, "I saw you kissing her, touching her." Tears were pooling in Buffy's eyes as she talked, she turned away from Spike and resumed her pacing. "You were both naked. And it hurt. God, it hurt so much."
"Oh Buffy, I'm so sorry. I've never wanted to hurt you."
"No, that's not why I'm here..."
"But, if you saw it, then you saw how it ended. You..." Buffy cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth.
"Blessfully, the TV cut off before...but, it was pretty obvious where things were heading."
"So, you don't know. Let me tell you what happened."
"Spike, I don't want to hear your excuses." Spike tried to say something, but Buffy held up her hand, stopping him. She sighed in frustration. "That didn't sound right. What I mean is, you don't need to make any excuses. I let you go. You had every right to be with whoever you want. That's what I thought I wanted. I thought I wanted you to move on, forget about me. Then I saw you, touching her with such tenderness. And it hit me, that's what I want. I want you to touch me like that, like I'm precious. And, I don't want you touching anyone else."
"I'm sorry Buffy, I seem to be a little slow on the uptake today. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I want to be with you. I'm saying that seeing you with someone else was devastating. I'm saying there may be, a slight possibility, that I may be in love with you."
"Slayer," Spike growled.
Buffy walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently on the lips. Spike wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him hard. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, he deepened the kiss. Buffy pulled back a little, "And I'm saying, if you ever touch another woman, I will kill you." She resumed kissing him.
They soon found themselves divested of their clothes, lying on the sarcophagus. Spike was touching her the way he had always dreamed of touching her, gently, reverently. Buffy was soaking up the love she finally allowed herself to feel in his touch. "For someone who just had sex, you sure seem eager," she joked.
"Buffy, I didn't, I mean we didn't."
"Spike, shut up and make love to me."
***
Xander was still staring at the blank screen in shock. His world was spinning, no coherent thoughts could form in his head. Suddenly, the screen came back to life. What he saw this time finally spurred him to action. He started banging his head into the wall, over and over again, until he managed to actually knock himself unconscious.
AUTHOR: Christy
FEEDBACK: Yes! Live for it.
EMAIL: moneal@poboxes.com
WEBPAGE: www.members.tripod.com/allaboutspike
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Yes
DISCLAIMERS: They're not mine.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask first
SUMMARY: After seeing something shocking on video, Buffy makes a decision that changes her life
Spike stared at the crypt door long after Anya left. What the hell is wrong with me? She doesn't love me, she's never going to love me. So why am I being faithful to her? I had a beautiful, willing woman here and I kicked her out. I'm as bad as the whelp. Drink, I need more to drink. He opened a fresh bottle of bourbon, tilted it back and drank deeply. He stumbled over to the couch, turned on the telly and preceded to drown his sorrows.
Buffy threw open the crypt door, exhausted from her run from the nerd's lair. "Spike! Spike! I need to talk to you." She ran frantically through the crypt looking for the vampire. She finally spotted him, passed out on the couch, a mostly empty bottle grasped loosely in his hand. "Wake up Spike. Come on, this is important." She grabbed him by his shirt and shook vigorously. There was no response from the form on the couch. "This just figures, you've been bugging me for weeks to talk to you. We need to chat this out, Buffy. Talk to me, Buffy" She mimicked in a really bad English accent. "I finally want to talk to you and you're unconscious." Buffy leaned over and put her mouth right up to his ear, "WAKE UP!"
His body jerked, his eyes shot open and he yelled, "Bloody hell Slayer, what are you trying to do..." His brain finally caught up with his mouth and he realized Buffy was here, in his crypt. "Buffy? Luv? What are you doing here?"
Now that Spike was awake, Buffy found that her previous courage had deserted her. She began to pace around the crypt, trying to figure out what to say. "You see...... Well..........It's like this Spike", she began many times, the words just wouldn't come.
"Could you stop that confounded pacing, you're making me ill. Just tell me why you are here already! I'm not up for more kick the Spike, so if that's why you are here, just get it over with, so I can pass out again."
"No, that's not why I'm here. I'm here to talk. I know, Miss Avoidance, here to talk, but it's true. I saw something tonight that made me think about us and where we are heading."
"Us? I thought there was no us. Now, suddenly there is, what happened?"
"I found the nerd's lair and I was looking around for clues as to what they were going to do next. And I saw you. On the TV. With Anya." She whispered the last part. Buffy was staring at the floor, she couldn't look at him, the pain was still so great.
"You saw me? What do you mean, you saw me?"
"They must have a camera in here. I saw you drinking, I saw Anya come in. I saw her take off her coat, and I saw you...", she swallowed hard, "I saw you kissing her, touching her." Tears were pooling in Buffy's eyes as she talked, she turned away from Spike and resumed her pacing. "You were both naked. And it hurt. God, it hurt so much."
"Oh Buffy, I'm so sorry. I've never wanted to hurt you."
"No, that's not why I'm here..."
"But, if you saw it, then you saw how it ended. You..." Buffy cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth.
"Blessfully, the TV cut off before...but, it was pretty obvious where things were heading."
"So, you don't know. Let me tell you what happened."
"Spike, I don't want to hear your excuses." Spike tried to say something, but Buffy held up her hand, stopping him. She sighed in frustration. "That didn't sound right. What I mean is, you don't need to make any excuses. I let you go. You had every right to be with whoever you want. That's what I thought I wanted. I thought I wanted you to move on, forget about me. Then I saw you, touching her with such tenderness. And it hit me, that's what I want. I want you to touch me like that, like I'm precious. And, I don't want you touching anyone else."
"I'm sorry Buffy, I seem to be a little slow on the uptake today. What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I want to be with you. I'm saying that seeing you with someone else was devastating. I'm saying there may be, a slight possibility, that I may be in love with you."
"Slayer," Spike growled.
Buffy walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently on the lips. Spike wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him hard. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, he deepened the kiss. Buffy pulled back a little, "And I'm saying, if you ever touch another woman, I will kill you." She resumed kissing him.
They soon found themselves divested of their clothes, lying on the sarcophagus. Spike was touching her the way he had always dreamed of touching her, gently, reverently. Buffy was soaking up the love she finally allowed herself to feel in his touch. "For someone who just had sex, you sure seem eager," she joked.
"Buffy, I didn't, I mean we didn't."
"Spike, shut up and make love to me."
***
Xander was still staring at the blank screen in shock. His world was spinning, no coherent thoughts could form in his head. Suddenly, the screen came back to life. What he saw this time finally spurred him to action. He started banging his head into the wall, over and over again, until he managed to actually knock himself unconscious.