When they got into the room, Spike went to sit on Buffy's bed while
she locked the door.
"What made you change your mind, luv. I mean. You've been keeping me from your friends like I'm just your dirty little secret that your friends can't find out about. Now, after last night, even though you and I don't even remember anything about it except what Nibblet and Red caught on tape, you all of a sudden want everyone to know," Buffy had come to sit down next to him while he was talking.
She took her hand and caressed his face, trying to trigger some memory of what had happened the night before.
"I don't know. There was just something about the way you and I acted last night that made me see things differently." She gave him a light kiss on the forhead. He just looked at her, into her eyes, into her soul. Trying to figure out this woman that he loved so much and knew so much about, yet she still never ceases to amaze him.
"What made look at things different, pet?"
"Well...first of all. I know from my mother, that I was a very bad liar when I was young. And I didn't really do anything I didn't want to, which is why my mother didn't notice any big change in behavior once I became the Slayer and started to get into trouble." He smiled at her.
"You still haven't gotten over that habit, have you, luv?" he teased her. She punched him on the arm.
"So. I know Willow and Dawn didn't do anything to influence that.....but mostly, I'm just tired of running from my emotions. And to let these two little five year-olds do the hard part for me....it makes it much easier."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Do you realize we just had a conversation that didn't have any yelling, hitting, crying, or shagging?" asked Spike with a smirk on his face. Buffy punched him on the arm again.
"Ow. Well, I guess I spoke too soon."
She punched him agian in the same spot on his arm.
"Would you stop that! I have enough bruises from you I don't any more."
"And I wouldn't mind making a few more," she said with a sly grin. She started to kiss him lightly. Then the kiss became deeper. They fell back onto her bed.
Spike broke the kiss briefly.
"Are you sure you want to do this with you friends and your sis right downstairs?"
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy seeing Xander's jaw scrape the floor?"
He looked like he was thinking about it, then he gave her a smile.
"Okay. But you gotta make sure they can hear us," he said slyly.
"No. I may want Xander to wig but I would never hear the end of it if Dawn heard us. You of all people should know that. She'll probably start asking queastions the second we go downstairs."
"Then let's not go downstairs," he said and started to kiss her again. She rolled on top of him, straddling him. She kissed him again, pushing of his duster as they made out.
He gripped her arms and broke the kiss.
"I love you, Buffy."
She looked at him, trying to figure out why she had never wanted to say it before.
"I love you, too." They kissed again and rolled back over on the bed.
"What made you change your mind, luv. I mean. You've been keeping me from your friends like I'm just your dirty little secret that your friends can't find out about. Now, after last night, even though you and I don't even remember anything about it except what Nibblet and Red caught on tape, you all of a sudden want everyone to know," Buffy had come to sit down next to him while he was talking.
She took her hand and caressed his face, trying to trigger some memory of what had happened the night before.
"I don't know. There was just something about the way you and I acted last night that made me see things differently." She gave him a light kiss on the forhead. He just looked at her, into her eyes, into her soul. Trying to figure out this woman that he loved so much and knew so much about, yet she still never ceases to amaze him.
"What made look at things different, pet?"
"Well...first of all. I know from my mother, that I was a very bad liar when I was young. And I didn't really do anything I didn't want to, which is why my mother didn't notice any big change in behavior once I became the Slayer and started to get into trouble." He smiled at her.
"You still haven't gotten over that habit, have you, luv?" he teased her. She punched him on the arm.
"So. I know Willow and Dawn didn't do anything to influence that.....but mostly, I'm just tired of running from my emotions. And to let these two little five year-olds do the hard part for me....it makes it much easier."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Do you realize we just had a conversation that didn't have any yelling, hitting, crying, or shagging?" asked Spike with a smirk on his face. Buffy punched him on the arm again.
"Ow. Well, I guess I spoke too soon."
She punched him agian in the same spot on his arm.
"Would you stop that! I have enough bruises from you I don't any more."
"And I wouldn't mind making a few more," she said with a sly grin. She started to kiss him lightly. Then the kiss became deeper. They fell back onto her bed.
Spike broke the kiss briefly.
"Are you sure you want to do this with you friends and your sis right downstairs?"
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy seeing Xander's jaw scrape the floor?"
He looked like he was thinking about it, then he gave her a smile.
"Okay. But you gotta make sure they can hear us," he said slyly.
"No. I may want Xander to wig but I would never hear the end of it if Dawn heard us. You of all people should know that. She'll probably start asking queastions the second we go downstairs."
"Then let's not go downstairs," he said and started to kiss her again. She rolled on top of him, straddling him. She kissed him again, pushing of his duster as they made out.
He gripped her arms and broke the kiss.
"I love you, Buffy."
She looked at him, trying to figure out why she had never wanted to say it before.
"I love you, too." They kissed again and rolled back over on the bed.