"Word has it...you're a vampire."
"Word has it right."
She giggled. "So...vampire....what...can you...ooohhh...lower...do...for....mmm....me?"
"Whatever you want...within...limits."
She sighed. "LIMITS? Well that's too bad...I'm looking for a REAL man."
Spike looked down at her, growling. "Real man, eh? And how much do whores like you cost around these parts?"
She grinned, then made an angry face. "I am no whore."
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"This man says differently."
She flipped him over onto his back again, staring down at what was in front of her. "Hey...vampire....have you seen my boyfriend? He was lyin' around here somewhere..."
Spike shook his head sadly. "Sorry...he was...inadequate...I had to kill him."
"No you didn't."
"I did."
She sighed. "Well...I guess I'll just have to screw you then."
"I guess so."
She kissed him roughly, her hands digging into his ribs and his doing the same. He slowly made the move to roll her over and whispered in her ear, "Oops...I lied."
She giggled. "We're so stupid."
She kissed him, her tongue running across his top canines. He purred. "We are."
"Spike..."
"Hmm?"
"Do you think...it would be...bad if we..."
His eyes were heavy with lust, and she could feel his arousal against her legs.
"'M way ahead of you, slayer."
"You know me so well."
He kissed her hard, her lips feeling somewhat bruised when he pulled away.
"I love you."
She intertwined her fingers with both of her hands, raising them up above her head. "I love you too...I'll never stop saying it."
He started to pull off the buttons on her shirt with his teeth and she heard him mumble," Again."
"I love...ohhh...mm...I love you."
Xander walked by the door to the basement, his ears perking up at the sound coming from behind it.
His hand was on the doorknob when he heard Willow behind him. "I wouldn't if I were you...they're...well I'm betting on some rough action down there."
He turned and looked at her. "Buffy and...Spike?"
She smiled some, rolling her eyes. "No...Spike and the packing crates."
He blushed. "Geez Will...you sure are chipper. You've been monsterlike all week."
She stopped smiling. "Well...I...well I've developed...an immunity to them."
He walked away from the door and she followed him. "Immune huh? And you're not wondering why Buffy is so much happier now that she's got her dead man?"
"She's...in love."
"It didn't start out that way."
Willow sighed, trying not to speak her own suspicion. "It's not our business."
Xander looked at her, his eyebrow raised. "Maybe we should make it our business."
Before she could respond Tara called out her name and she shakily smiled at her girlfriend from across the room. She looked at Xander. "Drop it."
He shrugged. "Okay...whatever. Hey An...I think we're done for the day."
"YOU ARE NOT!" Tara yelled.
Anya smiled at him, shaking her head. "I own this place...I don't need to work in it. I'm the one paying all of you and..."
"Fine, fine. Just go. Hey can one of you check up on..."
Tara trailed off, her mouth curling into a grin. "Nevermind."
Dawn Summers stood in the doorway of the shop, a small smile on her face as well. "Hey people...Buffy here?"
Every face in the room turned a little red and refused to look at her. Willow just mumbled, "She's...busy." and walked away.
Dawn dropped her bag on the table as she walked by, and then went behind the counter to work a little. Anya suspiciously seemed to run away from her and Xander hid up in the stacks.
She rolled her eyes and smiled as a customer came in the door.
Willow and Tara greeted the woman at the door and handed her a basket, then disappeared as well.
Something was up.
Good or bad, she didn't know.
Buffy fell asleep on him, so Spike tried to pass the time counting spiderwebs on the ceiling.
After about a minute it got boring.
He sighed, pulling her closer.
Things seemed so...same. It wasn't the big event he'd expected it to be and that was a little nice and a little unsatisfying.
He loved her.
Hell he'd loved her for a long time.
And now she told him she loved him and things seemed the same. Better? He wasn't sure.
He kissed her forehead and she smiled, sighing.
Her body felt colder and colder against him and that was a nice thing. Made it seem like they were melting into each other.
Spike's face broke out into a grin, and he traced the marks on Buffy's shoulder.
She sighed louder, nearly moaning.
"Slayer..."
She mumbled something and he pinched her arm. "Ow."
"We need to get dressed."
"You tore my shirt."
He laughed. "Not my problem. You had my hands...what was I 'sposed to do?"
She sighed, sitting up and stretching.
He watched her and wondered what it would be like if they weren't together.
She turned and smiled at him. "What're you thinkin' about?"
"You."
"That's good. What about me?"
She stood up, exposing herself to the room and not caring one bit.
Spike smiled.
Well for one thing, she'd probably live a more discreet life.
She would've shriveled up and lived celibate for the remainder of her days...longing for him each and every time she killed some poor unsuspecting vampire.
"What are you smiling about?"
"About how horrible your life would be without me. You know...with no man and all."
Buffy pulled on her shirt, shaking her head. "You honestly think I'd live the rest of my life alone? Guys are everywhere. I may not have loved someone again but that doesn't mean my bed would've stayed cold."
His eyes widened and she tried to stay smiling at his growl.
She continued, "It's not like you'd stop fucking around either Spike...we're just that way. We need physical...stuff."
She finished pulling on her pants and the looked at him.
His eyes were yellow and he was struggling not to throw her back down on the cold basement floor again.
Show her how much she'd REALLY miss him.
"You think you're so important?"
She raised an eyebrow. "To you? Yes."
"You're not."
"Oh no? When did you change your mind."
"I WOULD keep fucking random women...I could...maybe I would've met up with some other vampire and settled down with her...fallen in LOVE."
She folded her hands in front of her, starting to get angry.
This was not a fun game. "Oh yeah? Who?"
"Well...someone."
"Dru?"
Spike stood up, buttoning his jeans and grabbing his shirt off the floor. "Yeah...maybe."
"Fine. Go have her. I dare you."
His eyes met hers in a challenge and changed from bright yellow to blue in a matter of a minute. He sighed. "Buffy...why are we fighting about this?"
She glared at him. "You started it."
"DID NOT! You did!"
She stopped glaring and smiled. "Yeah...I did, didn't I?"
He continued to glare at her, not even a little amused. "Yes."
The slayer put her arms around his mid-section, and then ran her tongue up from his stomach to his nipples. He sighed, growling. "'M sorry." she whispered.
"'M still mad."
She smiled at him. "Good...then I can spend tonight making it up to you."
A smile played at the corner of his mouth and he willed it away. "Yeah...you'd better."
She pushed against him, grinning. "Looks like we have something to look forward to."
He didn't talk and she pretended to pout. "You're being mean, Spikey."
"So?"
"Smile. Show me how cute you are. I heard all the other vampire slayers talking about how they'd like to jump your bones."
He smiled then. "There aren't any other slayers."
"Faith. She wanted you."
"Well...yeah, she did. But I only wanted her because she was YOU."
She reached up on her tip-toes and he met her half-way, his hand coming behind her back to lift her into a kiss.
"Good boy." she whispered, kissing his nose.
"Word has it right."
She giggled. "So...vampire....what...can you...ooohhh...lower...do...for....mmm....me?"
"Whatever you want...within...limits."
She sighed. "LIMITS? Well that's too bad...I'm looking for a REAL man."
Spike looked down at her, growling. "Real man, eh? And how much do whores like you cost around these parts?"
She grinned, then made an angry face. "I am no whore."
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"This man says differently."
She flipped him over onto his back again, staring down at what was in front of her. "Hey...vampire....have you seen my boyfriend? He was lyin' around here somewhere..."
Spike shook his head sadly. "Sorry...he was...inadequate...I had to kill him."
"No you didn't."
"I did."
She sighed. "Well...I guess I'll just have to screw you then."
"I guess so."
She kissed him roughly, her hands digging into his ribs and his doing the same. He slowly made the move to roll her over and whispered in her ear, "Oops...I lied."
She giggled. "We're so stupid."
She kissed him, her tongue running across his top canines. He purred. "We are."
"Spike..."
"Hmm?"
"Do you think...it would be...bad if we..."
His eyes were heavy with lust, and she could feel his arousal against her legs.
"'M way ahead of you, slayer."
"You know me so well."
He kissed her hard, her lips feeling somewhat bruised when he pulled away.
"I love you."
She intertwined her fingers with both of her hands, raising them up above her head. "I love you too...I'll never stop saying it."
He started to pull off the buttons on her shirt with his teeth and she heard him mumble," Again."
"I love...ohhh...mm...I love you."
Xander walked by the door to the basement, his ears perking up at the sound coming from behind it.
His hand was on the doorknob when he heard Willow behind him. "I wouldn't if I were you...they're...well I'm betting on some rough action down there."
He turned and looked at her. "Buffy and...Spike?"
She smiled some, rolling her eyes. "No...Spike and the packing crates."
He blushed. "Geez Will...you sure are chipper. You've been monsterlike all week."
She stopped smiling. "Well...I...well I've developed...an immunity to them."
He walked away from the door and she followed him. "Immune huh? And you're not wondering why Buffy is so much happier now that she's got her dead man?"
"She's...in love."
"It didn't start out that way."
Willow sighed, trying not to speak her own suspicion. "It's not our business."
Xander looked at her, his eyebrow raised. "Maybe we should make it our business."
Before she could respond Tara called out her name and she shakily smiled at her girlfriend from across the room. She looked at Xander. "Drop it."
He shrugged. "Okay...whatever. Hey An...I think we're done for the day."
"YOU ARE NOT!" Tara yelled.
Anya smiled at him, shaking her head. "I own this place...I don't need to work in it. I'm the one paying all of you and..."
"Fine, fine. Just go. Hey can one of you check up on..."
Tara trailed off, her mouth curling into a grin. "Nevermind."
Dawn Summers stood in the doorway of the shop, a small smile on her face as well. "Hey people...Buffy here?"
Every face in the room turned a little red and refused to look at her. Willow just mumbled, "She's...busy." and walked away.
Dawn dropped her bag on the table as she walked by, and then went behind the counter to work a little. Anya suspiciously seemed to run away from her and Xander hid up in the stacks.
She rolled her eyes and smiled as a customer came in the door.
Willow and Tara greeted the woman at the door and handed her a basket, then disappeared as well.
Something was up.
Good or bad, she didn't know.
Buffy fell asleep on him, so Spike tried to pass the time counting spiderwebs on the ceiling.
After about a minute it got boring.
He sighed, pulling her closer.
Things seemed so...same. It wasn't the big event he'd expected it to be and that was a little nice and a little unsatisfying.
He loved her.
Hell he'd loved her for a long time.
And now she told him she loved him and things seemed the same. Better? He wasn't sure.
He kissed her forehead and she smiled, sighing.
Her body felt colder and colder against him and that was a nice thing. Made it seem like they were melting into each other.
Spike's face broke out into a grin, and he traced the marks on Buffy's shoulder.
She sighed louder, nearly moaning.
"Slayer..."
She mumbled something and he pinched her arm. "Ow."
"We need to get dressed."
"You tore my shirt."
He laughed. "Not my problem. You had my hands...what was I 'sposed to do?"
She sighed, sitting up and stretching.
He watched her and wondered what it would be like if they weren't together.
She turned and smiled at him. "What're you thinkin' about?"
"You."
"That's good. What about me?"
She stood up, exposing herself to the room and not caring one bit.
Spike smiled.
Well for one thing, she'd probably live a more discreet life.
She would've shriveled up and lived celibate for the remainder of her days...longing for him each and every time she killed some poor unsuspecting vampire.
"What are you smiling about?"
"About how horrible your life would be without me. You know...with no man and all."
Buffy pulled on her shirt, shaking her head. "You honestly think I'd live the rest of my life alone? Guys are everywhere. I may not have loved someone again but that doesn't mean my bed would've stayed cold."
His eyes widened and she tried to stay smiling at his growl.
She continued, "It's not like you'd stop fucking around either Spike...we're just that way. We need physical...stuff."
She finished pulling on her pants and the looked at him.
His eyes were yellow and he was struggling not to throw her back down on the cold basement floor again.
Show her how much she'd REALLY miss him.
"You think you're so important?"
She raised an eyebrow. "To you? Yes."
"You're not."
"Oh no? When did you change your mind."
"I WOULD keep fucking random women...I could...maybe I would've met up with some other vampire and settled down with her...fallen in LOVE."
She folded her hands in front of her, starting to get angry.
This was not a fun game. "Oh yeah? Who?"
"Well...someone."
"Dru?"
Spike stood up, buttoning his jeans and grabbing his shirt off the floor. "Yeah...maybe."
"Fine. Go have her. I dare you."
His eyes met hers in a challenge and changed from bright yellow to blue in a matter of a minute. He sighed. "Buffy...why are we fighting about this?"
She glared at him. "You started it."
"DID NOT! You did!"
She stopped glaring and smiled. "Yeah...I did, didn't I?"
He continued to glare at her, not even a little amused. "Yes."
The slayer put her arms around his mid-section, and then ran her tongue up from his stomach to his nipples. He sighed, growling. "'M sorry." she whispered.
"'M still mad."
She smiled at him. "Good...then I can spend tonight making it up to you."
A smile played at the corner of his mouth and he willed it away. "Yeah...you'd better."
She pushed against him, grinning. "Looks like we have something to look forward to."
He didn't talk and she pretended to pout. "You're being mean, Spikey."
"So?"
"Smile. Show me how cute you are. I heard all the other vampire slayers talking about how they'd like to jump your bones."
He smiled then. "There aren't any other slayers."
"Faith. She wanted you."
"Well...yeah, she did. But I only wanted her because she was YOU."
She reached up on her tip-toes and he met her half-way, his hand coming behind her back to lift her into a kiss.
"Good boy." she whispered, kissing his nose.