"I can't believe I'm doing this," Spike muttered as he rang the
doorbell. Dru was home resting and here he was at Buffy's door dressed up
in khakis and a polo shirt. He sighed when he looked down and saw himself
holding a single, blackened rose and a poem he had written for him. "Thank
goodness I can't see myself in a mirror. I look like a bloody Poof."
The door cracked open slightly before opening completely with Dawn standing in the doorway. "Spike?" she asked eyeing him nervously. "What are you doing here?"
"Bit, is Buffy here?"
"Buffy? What do you want with-" Her eyes scanned him cautiously and rested on the rose in his hand. "Whoa. Now I know that isn't for me."
"No, Dawn. It's for Xander. I just couldn't keep how I felt for him a secret any longer so I was going to ask Buffy where he is."
"HmMmM. Not quite the answer I was expecting."
"Just get Buffy, pet."
"Sure." Dawn ran up the stairs yelling for Buffy to come downstairs. "Buffy! Special delivery!"
"Ooh, is it chocolate?" Buffy asked, rushing down the stairs. She saw Spike standing outside and her face lit up and she began to slow down. "Oh, hey-" She didn't get to finish because she was so distracted that she tripped and was sent head first down the stairs and fell in a crumpled heap at the base of the steps.
"Yes, slayer. I've been known to have that effect on some people."
Buffy lifted herself up, trying to see through all the hair in her face.
"So. Cousin It lives," Spike smirked.
"Good to see you too Spike," Buffy said as she walked over to the door. She smoothed out her jacket and straightened her hair. She smiled shyly. "What brings you here?"
Spike looked into her beautiful eyes and was at a loss of words. If his heart could beat, it would have probably flown out of his chest already. He tried to catch his breath but he couldn't find the strength. "Let's sit outside, shall we?" Spike extended his hand and Buffy delicately took it. They moved to sit on the stairs leading to the front porch.
"So what's up?" Buffy asked, locking eye contact with him.
"Buffy. About last night, I- I- I- these are for you," Spike stammered before he presented the rose and poem to her. He watched as her face brightened with a smile as she cradled the rose in her hands and read the poem.
"Spike, this is incredibly sweet. And. thoughtful." Buffy breathed.
"Yeah, well don't get used to it."
"Too late," she whispered before she leaned over and tenderly kissed him. Spike reached up to caress her cheek while his other hand rested on her knee. Finally, they both drew back, waiting for one another to say something. Spike let a low whistle escape under his breath. "Wow," Buffy whispered.
"Gosh, I love you." The words escaped his throat without him even being able to give it a second thought. Buffy beamed.
"I think I do too," she smiled, pulling him back into another sweet kiss. "Oh and Spike, honey. Just one more thing."
"Anything love."
"You're poetry. It IS bloody awful."
"Shut up," he laughed before pulling her back into his arms.
* * *
She watched them both, for afar. She was easily concealed by the towering tree in the Summer's yard and she blended easily into the shadows. When she watched them kiss, her eyes screamed with pain and she reached out to touch her precious William only to realize he was so far away.
"Oh Spike, how could you do this to me? I thought I saw this coming in my dream, but I still believed you. I believed your sweet lies." Drusilla pulled her shawl around her shoulders tighter and a veil of evil washed over her face. Her eyes narrowed and she began to howl with spiteful laughter. "I'm not losing you Spike. Not like this. You'll see. You and your slayer will see together. Unfortunately, by then it will be too late."
TBC...
The door cracked open slightly before opening completely with Dawn standing in the doorway. "Spike?" she asked eyeing him nervously. "What are you doing here?"
"Bit, is Buffy here?"
"Buffy? What do you want with-" Her eyes scanned him cautiously and rested on the rose in his hand. "Whoa. Now I know that isn't for me."
"No, Dawn. It's for Xander. I just couldn't keep how I felt for him a secret any longer so I was going to ask Buffy where he is."
"HmMmM. Not quite the answer I was expecting."
"Just get Buffy, pet."
"Sure." Dawn ran up the stairs yelling for Buffy to come downstairs. "Buffy! Special delivery!"
"Ooh, is it chocolate?" Buffy asked, rushing down the stairs. She saw Spike standing outside and her face lit up and she began to slow down. "Oh, hey-" She didn't get to finish because she was so distracted that she tripped and was sent head first down the stairs and fell in a crumpled heap at the base of the steps.
"Yes, slayer. I've been known to have that effect on some people."
Buffy lifted herself up, trying to see through all the hair in her face.
"So. Cousin It lives," Spike smirked.
"Good to see you too Spike," Buffy said as she walked over to the door. She smoothed out her jacket and straightened her hair. She smiled shyly. "What brings you here?"
Spike looked into her beautiful eyes and was at a loss of words. If his heart could beat, it would have probably flown out of his chest already. He tried to catch his breath but he couldn't find the strength. "Let's sit outside, shall we?" Spike extended his hand and Buffy delicately took it. They moved to sit on the stairs leading to the front porch.
"So what's up?" Buffy asked, locking eye contact with him.
"Buffy. About last night, I- I- I- these are for you," Spike stammered before he presented the rose and poem to her. He watched as her face brightened with a smile as she cradled the rose in her hands and read the poem.
"Spike, this is incredibly sweet. And. thoughtful." Buffy breathed.
"Yeah, well don't get used to it."
"Too late," she whispered before she leaned over and tenderly kissed him. Spike reached up to caress her cheek while his other hand rested on her knee. Finally, they both drew back, waiting for one another to say something. Spike let a low whistle escape under his breath. "Wow," Buffy whispered.
"Gosh, I love you." The words escaped his throat without him even being able to give it a second thought. Buffy beamed.
"I think I do too," she smiled, pulling him back into another sweet kiss. "Oh and Spike, honey. Just one more thing."
"Anything love."
"You're poetry. It IS bloody awful."
"Shut up," he laughed before pulling her back into his arms.
* * *
She watched them both, for afar. She was easily concealed by the towering tree in the Summer's yard and she blended easily into the shadows. When she watched them kiss, her eyes screamed with pain and she reached out to touch her precious William only to realize he was so far away.
"Oh Spike, how could you do this to me? I thought I saw this coming in my dream, but I still believed you. I believed your sweet lies." Drusilla pulled her shawl around her shoulders tighter and a veil of evil washed over her face. Her eyes narrowed and she began to howl with spiteful laughter. "I'm not losing you Spike. Not like this. You'll see. You and your slayer will see together. Unfortunately, by then it will be too late."
TBC...