Spike opened the door to the Summers house catiously.
"Buffy?" He called out, softly, as he stepped in.
"Over here," She responded. He turned his head towards the living room, where she was sitting on the couch.
He noticed that she was staring at a blank T.V.
As he was sitting down, Buffy looked over at him. "You don't usually do that."
"What?" Spike asked, cocking his head slightly.
"You called me Buffy. I've never heard you call me that before. Its usually Slayer or one of your endearments," She explained, turning her body so that she was facing him.
Spike wasn't quite sure what to think. "Uh right," He commented, lamely.
His confusion mounted when she suddenly ducked her head down under his chin, laying it on his chest. He akwardly placed an arm around her.
"You don't mind, do you?" She asked somewhat nervously, her hands hesitantly wrapped around his waist.
Spike swallowed, hard. "No... not at all."
After a moment of silence Buffy said, "Spike?"
"Yeah?" Spike responded, his voice slightly shaky. He was still trying to catch up with the sudden turn of events.
"Do you like me?" She questioned, pulling away from him just enough to look at him.
"No," Spike said, casually.
Buffy felt tears forming in her eyes. Why did she even hope that he would feel the same way?
Just when Buffy was going to pull away, Spike held her steady and looked deep into her eyes.
"I love you."
Buffy eyes widened and she gripped his arms tightly. "You do?"
"Yeah," He gave her a little smile. "Crazy inn'it?"
"If so, then I must be insane." She leaned in closer to him."Coz' I love you too."
With that she pressed her lips to his softly.
End
"Buffy?" He called out, softly, as he stepped in.
"Over here," She responded. He turned his head towards the living room, where she was sitting on the couch.
He noticed that she was staring at a blank T.V.
As he was sitting down, Buffy looked over at him. "You don't usually do that."
"What?" Spike asked, cocking his head slightly.
"You called me Buffy. I've never heard you call me that before. Its usually Slayer or one of your endearments," She explained, turning her body so that she was facing him.
Spike wasn't quite sure what to think. "Uh right," He commented, lamely.
His confusion mounted when she suddenly ducked her head down under his chin, laying it on his chest. He akwardly placed an arm around her.
"You don't mind, do you?" She asked somewhat nervously, her hands hesitantly wrapped around his waist.
Spike swallowed, hard. "No... not at all."
After a moment of silence Buffy said, "Spike?"
"Yeah?" Spike responded, his voice slightly shaky. He was still trying to catch up with the sudden turn of events.
"Do you like me?" She questioned, pulling away from him just enough to look at him.
"No," Spike said, casually.
Buffy felt tears forming in her eyes. Why did she even hope that he would feel the same way?
Just when Buffy was going to pull away, Spike held her steady and looked deep into her eyes.
"I love you."
Buffy eyes widened and she gripped his arms tightly. "You do?"
"Yeah," He gave her a little smile. "Crazy inn'it?"
"If so, then I must be insane." She leaned in closer to him."Coz' I love you too."
With that she pressed her lips to his softly.
End
