Start, Part Twelve. Hey, this is a shorty, but it has LOTS of
relevance. LOTS. And a teeeeeeeny bit of Spuffy goodness. Read and
Review. Angel, you rock. Joy, I'd still love your help.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
At the Magic Box, Giles poured over his priceless books, trying to find a prophesy for the NEXT apocalypse. "Postpone the last of days... Dark beauty... Answer for his sins..." Giles' head snapped up, and he started cleaning his glasses. Picking up the phone, he rang Buffy.
Rolling to her side, swiping at her cheeks, she picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Buffy? Hello. I need to speak to Spike."
"What is it? What's going on?"
"Nothing. It's not about this. It's about... well, Spike and I."
"There is no you and Spike, Giles." Buffy's ironic voice irked him.
"I... understand that. And I think we should remedy it. With the baby and all. So... may I speak to him please?"
"He's in the shower."
"Well get him out, Buffy. Please." His voice was sharp.
"Oooook. With the wiggin's." She walked to the bathroom, stuck her hand in the shower with the phone. Couldn't resist a slight peak at the wet and soapy Spike presenting himself to her. "Phone."
He glared at her over the shampoo he was swiping out of his eyes. "Who?"
"Giles." She took the phone, put it to her ear. "He doesn't wanna talk. Naked and soapy."
"Oh God." Buffy could hear Giles pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thank you for the picture. It should only take three years in therapy to remove it. Give him the bloody phone."
"Whoo... Angry Giles." She started to hand the phone to Spike, paused, pulled back.
"Slayer. Wet. Soapy, and the bleedin shampoo won't stay out of my eyes, not to mention I'm gonna smell like one of those orgasmic shampoo girls. Give me the phone."
"Ok... Just... Kiss me first?"
He was befuddled and naked. Was she not getting it? "What?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and shoved the phone at him. "Nevermind. Have a man chat."
She stomped back to her room, muttering darkly. He wouldn't even give her a good morning kiss. Fine. She didn't really want one anyway. Oh geez. She was such a liar. She wanted a morning kiss and didn't get one. Man, Spike sucked.
Spike stood in the shower, the water now cold, running over him as he listened to Giles speak.
"Spike. Spike? Are you still there?"
"I... I don't... I don't go to..."
"No. Chances are that when you die, a long time from now, apparently, you will not go to hell. It seems to me that they will judge you on how you live with a soul, and, apparently, how you've changed, even without one."
"Mmm.. Bu-"
"I think, Spike, that this new apocalypse is not something that will be in the form of a new Big Bad, as you all call it. I think it will be a resolution of something. Perhaps not even the battle you are imagining."
"A resolution?? Of what?"
"I'm still working on that... but... There is no evil rising. The battle may be internal."
"Like... Buffy may not have to fight?"
"Perhaps. That may be what I'm saying."
Spike swallowed hard. "If you're wrong, Rupe, and I lose her again, chip or no, you will be the first to die."
Spike swept into Buffy's bedroom, grinning madly as she pulled a soft pink sweater on.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Can I help you?" She questioned him frostily, putting on a pair of silver hoop earrings.
He rolled his eyes mentally. He should have kissed her. "Yeah. You can be quiet for two minutes. That's all I want."
"..." Crossing her arms, she arched a brow at him pointedly.
He framed her face with his hands, touched his lips to hers softly, whispered an endearment, pulled her closer, and claimed her lips, slowly nipping at her bottom lip, till her mouth parted. Kissing her thoroughly, he pulled back, perused her face. Kissed the nose he loved so much, then whispered softly in her ear, "Good morning."
She looked at him with wide eyes and said quietly, "Good morning."
He grabbed his belt off the back of a chair, and went to walk out of the room. Pausing in her doorway he purred, "Luv?"
"Uh huh?" Still slightly dazed from his gentle kiss, she focused her gaze on his face.
"Next time you come to me when I'm in the shower, you sure as hell had better not have the Watcher on the phone." With an impudent grin, he was gone.
End, Part Twelve.
Ok. Told you a bit of Spuffy-ness. More later. More more more. Review review review. I own nothing, and Joss has REALLY scary lawyers to eat people who claim to.
Tequila Sunrise.
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
At the Magic Box, Giles poured over his priceless books, trying to find a prophesy for the NEXT apocalypse. "Postpone the last of days... Dark beauty... Answer for his sins..." Giles' head snapped up, and he started cleaning his glasses. Picking up the phone, he rang Buffy.
Rolling to her side, swiping at her cheeks, she picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Buffy? Hello. I need to speak to Spike."
"What is it? What's going on?"
"Nothing. It's not about this. It's about... well, Spike and I."
"There is no you and Spike, Giles." Buffy's ironic voice irked him.
"I... understand that. And I think we should remedy it. With the baby and all. So... may I speak to him please?"
"He's in the shower."
"Well get him out, Buffy. Please." His voice was sharp.
"Oooook. With the wiggin's." She walked to the bathroom, stuck her hand in the shower with the phone. Couldn't resist a slight peak at the wet and soapy Spike presenting himself to her. "Phone."
He glared at her over the shampoo he was swiping out of his eyes. "Who?"
"Giles." She took the phone, put it to her ear. "He doesn't wanna talk. Naked and soapy."
"Oh God." Buffy could hear Giles pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thank you for the picture. It should only take three years in therapy to remove it. Give him the bloody phone."
"Whoo... Angry Giles." She started to hand the phone to Spike, paused, pulled back.
"Slayer. Wet. Soapy, and the bleedin shampoo won't stay out of my eyes, not to mention I'm gonna smell like one of those orgasmic shampoo girls. Give me the phone."
"Ok... Just... Kiss me first?"
He was befuddled and naked. Was she not getting it? "What?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and shoved the phone at him. "Nevermind. Have a man chat."
She stomped back to her room, muttering darkly. He wouldn't even give her a good morning kiss. Fine. She didn't really want one anyway. Oh geez. She was such a liar. She wanted a morning kiss and didn't get one. Man, Spike sucked.
Spike stood in the shower, the water now cold, running over him as he listened to Giles speak.
"Spike. Spike? Are you still there?"
"I... I don't... I don't go to..."
"No. Chances are that when you die, a long time from now, apparently, you will not go to hell. It seems to me that they will judge you on how you live with a soul, and, apparently, how you've changed, even without one."
"Mmm.. Bu-"
"I think, Spike, that this new apocalypse is not something that will be in the form of a new Big Bad, as you all call it. I think it will be a resolution of something. Perhaps not even the battle you are imagining."
"A resolution?? Of what?"
"I'm still working on that... but... There is no evil rising. The battle may be internal."
"Like... Buffy may not have to fight?"
"Perhaps. That may be what I'm saying."
Spike swallowed hard. "If you're wrong, Rupe, and I lose her again, chip or no, you will be the first to die."
Spike swept into Buffy's bedroom, grinning madly as she pulled a soft pink sweater on.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Can I help you?" She questioned him frostily, putting on a pair of silver hoop earrings.
He rolled his eyes mentally. He should have kissed her. "Yeah. You can be quiet for two minutes. That's all I want."
"..." Crossing her arms, she arched a brow at him pointedly.
He framed her face with his hands, touched his lips to hers softly, whispered an endearment, pulled her closer, and claimed her lips, slowly nipping at her bottom lip, till her mouth parted. Kissing her thoroughly, he pulled back, perused her face. Kissed the nose he loved so much, then whispered softly in her ear, "Good morning."
She looked at him with wide eyes and said quietly, "Good morning."
He grabbed his belt off the back of a chair, and went to walk out of the room. Pausing in her doorway he purred, "Luv?"
"Uh huh?" Still slightly dazed from his gentle kiss, she focused her gaze on his face.
"Next time you come to me when I'm in the shower, you sure as hell had better not have the Watcher on the phone." With an impudent grin, he was gone.
End, Part Twelve.
Ok. Told you a bit of Spuffy-ness. More later. More more more. Review review review. I own nothing, and Joss has REALLY scary lawyers to eat people who claim to.
Tequila Sunrise.