**NOTE FROM TL - Yeah. This is only the second half. Just thought I'd warn
you - END NOTE**
Spike: I love you
Buffy: *swallows and starts tracing a pattern on the back of his neck along the hairline* *quietly* I believe you.
Spike: *continues purring, says quietly* Does that make you uncomfortable? When I say it, I mean... Cause I don't have to, if you don't want me to...
Buffy: *still whispering* No. It's nice.
Spike: *semi-playfully, whispered* Then why are we bein' so quiet?
Buffy: It's nice.
Spike: Oh. *is still rubbing her neck with one hand, brings the other up to tuck a couple of strands of hair behind her ear* You're right. It is.
Buffy: Spike?
Spike: Yeah, luv?
Buffy: Tell me some more about your Uncle?
Spike: *blinks slowly* Well.. Have you ever read Black Beauty?
Buffy: *scrunches up face* I think so...a long time ago.
Spike: Well, my uncle was a cabby driver, aside from bein' a poet. He had a couple of horses, and a nice carraige. I used to be scared of the horses.
Buffy: *smiles* You were afraid of the horses? Really? Willow's terrified of them. Bad birthday pony expirience, I think.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Well, I saw a horse bite someone once, and there was all that blood... scared the bleedin' hell out of me. I didn't want to go near them. Too scared of bein' bitten.
Buffy: *giggles* You were afraid of being bitten? *giggles again and covers mouth* sorry. Just...afraid of blood? Gotta admit, kinda ironic.
Spike: *sighs* Believe me, I see the irony.
Spike: Anyway.
Buffy: It's absolutly adorable.
Spike: One day, I HAD to go into the stable, to give the horses some hay. My uncle was too busy. And, while I was bent over with the damn pitch fork, one of them knocked me in the ass with it's nose and sent me flying into the hay bale.
Spike: And there you go with that word again.
Buffy: *giggles again* You were afraid of the horsies. *stifles another giggle and buries head in his chest to muffle them*
Buffy: *Shakes with laughter* Ok. Stop. You can stop telling me now. Laughing hurts my side...*shakes a little more and a mufled shriek comes out* *Slowly lifts head and giggles again* Knocked you on your ass with it's nose?!
Spike: *defeated sigh, rolls eyes* Yes. And sent me headfirst into the hay bale. I swear the bloody things were laughin' at me.
Buffy: *buries face in his chest again and laughs* STOP! This really hurts
Spike: *pouts* You're tellin' me. You're the one who asked.
Buffy: *smiles and snifs* No *winces and shifts a little* I mean, I think I opened the cut again. It was probably just starting to scab over...
Spike: *shifts a little, looks at it* Hasn't bled through the bandage... I'm gonna put a little pressure on it, okay, luv? That should get it to stop, if it started.
Buffy: 'kay. *frowns and looks out the bedroom door* Did you just hear a door slam?
Spike: *cocks head* Don't think so... No one was supposed to be home, luv...
Buffy: I know. But I thought I heard something
Buffy: *frowns again and glances at her side, distraced* You don't think something happened at the Magic addicts meeting thing, do you? Willow seemed kinda nervous when she left.
Buffy: I wish I could remember what they were going to be doing tonight.
Spike: *cocks head* I thought she and Harris were goin' somewhere tonight.. the MA meetin' was last night, wasn't it?
Buffy: *wrinkles nose* I don't remember
Spike: *shrugs* Well, I don't hear any other heart beats in this house, but you, luv. So that probably means that we're alone.
Buffy: Ok. *looks back down at his hand* You know what, I think it got a vein. I don't usually bleed this much.
Spike: *small nod* It did. There's a vein that runs from here *places his finger just at her waist on the uninjured side, draws it up as he continues talking* up the side... to just under your armpit. It's the same on the other side. *playful smile*
Buffy: Oh. *shudders* I'm probably lucky I made it home, then *shrugs* Gues Slayer healing kicked in more than I thought
Spike: *sighs* Yeah... *closes eyes hard for a moment*
Buffy: Hey. *frowns* You ok? *lays head down on his chest* I'm fine.
Buffy: Made it back, didn't I? I'll be fine. It'll be healed over by morning.
Spike: *small nod, opens his eyes* I know... Just.. thinkin' that you might have not made it home... Makes my stomach twist into knots.
Buffy: Eh *waves hand vaugly* Wasn't that close. Been worse, made it then. I'll be fine.
Spike: Doesn't help the stomach ache, somehow. *small sigh*
Buffy: *looks down and groans* Damn. It's seeping through.
Buffy: *moves to get up* The dressing should be changed
Spike: Here, luv.. I'll do it... *gently moves her so that they sit up together, and reaches for the kit again* Glad I didn't put this back before.
Buffy: *sighs* I was thinking recently...it's probably better that my Dad's cut us out...I mean, what kind of normal house has so many first aid kits just lying around? Better yet, how many use them as often?
Spike: *small shrug* How many have a vampire livin' there, luv? And, for the record, I'd really like to punch your father. *begins gently removing the old bandage*
Buffy: Nah. Not his fault, really. I'm not the ideal daughter. How many fathers can say their kid burned down a school gym? At least no one knows we blew up the high school.
Buffy: And we used the bandages and stuff before you came. Hell, I used it up a lot before my mom even knew.
Buffy: *chuckles softly* I used to tell her that I was getting scraped by all the bushes in front. She kept spending a fortune to have them cut back. *sighs* If I'd known how tight money could get, I'd have come up with a different excuse.
Spike: *begins applying the new bandage* Not your fault... We can't choose our destinies.
Buffy: Still. you can see why he might not want to hang around. he doesn't know. He just thinks he has this kid who keeps getting into trouble.
Spike: *mutters as he focuses on bandaging the wound* If the wanker had any idea that his 'problem child' has saved the world more times than anyone in the whole bloody place's history.... *growling mutters*
Buffy: *smiles a little and scoots a little closer* Doesn't matter. I hear he's gonna marry that secretary.
Buffy: *bites lip a little* Or he might have already. I don't know if he'd even let me know.
Spike: *eyes flash gold*
Buffy: *quietly* And I don't think he'd invite me.
Buffy: He'd invite Dawn though
Spike: *snarling* Wanker... bloody... *growls*
Buffy: *forces a smile* So, that's good..
Buffy: So, they aren't married. *nods* Because Dawn would have told me.
Spike: *doesn't even realize that he's vamped, continues to work on the bandage, despite the fact that it's already finished, growling softly* Not really helpin' with my wantin' to hit him, luv.
Buffy: Oh. *reaches out and traces his ridges* Sorry. Guess I didn't notice. *looks down and smiles a bit and catches his hand* Spike. It's done.
Spike: *blinks* Oh... *runs tongue over fangs* Aw.. When did I do this? You've got to tell me, luv. I get pissed, and I don't even know when this happens.
Buffy: *shrugs* I didn't notice at first, either.
Spike: *shakes head* How could you not? *look of disgust, brings a hand up to feel the changed features* It's horrible, and ugly... it's evil.. and why can't I make it go away?
Buffy: *bites lip* You're still mad...and...I don't know. I never really noticed when Angel went Vamp either.
Spike: *looks down* That was different.
Buffy: *shrugs* If you say so. *runs a tentative hand over the bandage and winces* I wish this would just heal. It's really starting to sting
Spike: *blinks, looks up* I.. I have an idea... *looks down again* No. Never mind.
Buffy: Spike, spit it out. I'm open to and and all suggestions right now. *flops back onto the bed and winces*
Buffy: Great. *reaches back and fingers the bandage there* I really hope I didn't just open that one, now, too.
Buffy: *mumbles* From now on, I patrol with a crossbow, and if I see a knife, I just shoot.
Spike: *glowing gold eyes focus on her* I could.. you're gonna think this is disgusting.
Spike: And, as a rule? See vamp, use crossbow. Don't wait for the bloody knife.
Buffy: *closes eyes and winces again* Damn. I think I did open it *glances at him* What's the fun there? I need the fight. It's...it's a mulit-release. It's a part of me.
Buffy: Gotta have the fight. Just preferable, without the shiny peice of metal.
Spike: *sighs* Do you want to hear my idea? It would definitely work, but it's slightly disgusting, and you'll have to really trust me on this, luv.
Buffy: I want to hear it. *frowns* Define disgusting
Spike: *licks his fangs* Vampires spit has a coagulant in it. Meaning that if I were to... *looks at the bedspread, mumbles the rest* ..lick the cuts, they would seal completely, and heal faster...
Buffy: *frowns again* How much of the blood would you get?
Spike: *shakes head* None. I'm not after the blood... Just want to help, and I understand if you don't want me to... I kind of don't want to.. to risk.. anything.
Buffy: *sighs* That's not what I'm worried about. We've just been...you were feasting on fresh human blood for a while, thanks to the First. We've been hesitent about giving you more. *snickers* THough, I hadda convince Xander of that. He wanted to feed Andrew to you.
Spike: *very small chuckle* Very nearly got 'im anyway.
Buffy: So did Anya, come to think of it.
Buffy: *waves hand* Doesn't matter. I was more worried about the way you were acting than Andrew. We're probably lucky Willow didn't go all black-haired on us the minute she saw him.
Spike: *blinks* Didn't think of that.
Buffy: *shrugs* He's not really high on my list of people to save, seeing as how he spent a year tryin' to kill me.
Buffy: *chuckles* Yeah. And Anya hit him. You weren't really the only person he was in danger from while he was here.
Spike: *very soft snicker* She actually *hit* him?
Buffy: Twice, I think. He had him backed up against that wall you bust through. He was scared to death.
Buffy: *giggles* Then he get's pulled through it and bitten *laughs a little harder* I think ANya was actually dissapointed she didn't get to hit him again.
Buffy: And you didn't hurt him that much.
Buffy: Just a messy bite. Not much blood loss.
Spike: *corners of his mouth are trying to turn up into a smile* You're really big on tryin' to reassure me tonight, huh?
Buffy: *rolls eyes* Whatever gave you that idea?
Buffy: *Sits up and trys to look at her own back* Now, tell me...is it bleeding again?
Spike: *cocks head* A little.
Buffy: Damn. *sighs* If you likc it, it'll close up? Is that how it works?
Buffy: lick
Spike: *small nod* Yeah...
Buffy: Ok. *pulls a leg underneath the other to sit straighter* But bandage them after, anyway, ok? This is a nice bedspread. I'd rather not get blood all over it.
Spike: *nods again, positions himself behind her, pulling the bandage down* Okay... *is taking deep breaths* You're sure about this, luv?
Buffy: *frowns* Yeah. Why?
Spike: *swallows* Just makin' sure. *slowly leans forward and licks the cut, eyes closed to help with focus*
Buffy: *shivers a little and drops head forward*
Spike: *runs his tongue up the length of the cut, before pulling back slowly, opening his eyes and examining it, small smile* *quietly* Looks like it worked on this one... *begins reapplying the bandage*
Buffy: *clears throat and whispers to herself* Oh, it definitly worked
Spike: *cocks head, slight grin* What was that, luv??
Buffy: *shakese head* Nothing
Spike: *shrugs, thinks: as if I didn't know, small smile* Wanna try the one on your side, now?
Buffy: *clears throat again* 'kay
Spike: *gently peals the bandage back, shifting for a better position* Okay.. *playful smile* Now. Let's try this one. *is purring softly as he lowers himself and begins to lick up the cut on her ribs*
Buffy: *shivers again and absently rests a hand on his back, playing with his hairline*
Spike: *purrs louder as he finishes the lick, pulls back and cocks his head* Hmm. This one is deeper.. *blinks up at her* I think it's gonna take two treatments... Do you mind?
Buffy: *shakes head but doesnt open eyes*
Spike: *small smile* Good... *lowers head for another lick, slower this time, making sure not to miss any part of the wound, is still purring loudly*
Buffy: *hums a little, bites lower lip and crosses legs, squeezing them together a bit, but doesn't say anything*
Spike: *finishes and slowly pulls back, admiring the now closed cut* Looks good this time, luv... *shifts on the bed a little, into a partial kneeling position, and begins rebandaging it*
Buffy: Oh *clearns throat again* Thanks. *looks down at it* It won't start bleeding again?
Spike: *small headshake* Nope... I'm pretty sure you could do chin ups without it pullin' open. Vamp spit is powerful, luv... *swallows* I think.. I have to go to the bathroom for a minute.
Buffy: *eyes widen* If you think you're going to throw up, after doing that to me, you have another think coming
Buffy: *shakes head* Absolutly not. I mean, how insulting can you get?
Spike: *small, almost pained chuckle* That's not exactly the problem, luv... Believe me, the problem I'm having shouldn't be an insult to you, it should be a complement.
Spike: *slowly gets up and walks out the door.. waddling like a sick duck* I'll be back... in a few minutes... Need cold water.. *mutters* ow ow ow ow ow......
Buffy: Oh. *smiles a little and bites lip, looking down* Sure, he can just use cold water. *flops back onto the bed and sighs* I just hafta wait it out *groans and turns over, pressing into the bed and burying head in arms* Great.
Spike: *comes back about ten minutes later, with a less painful looking walk* Okay.. Sorry, about that, luv. *sits on the side of the bed*
Buffy: *mumbles into te comforter*
Spike: *cocks head, turning to look at her* What was that, pet?
Buffy: *shakes head energeticaly and thumps feet up and down a few times, trying to calm down*
Spike: *small chuckle* Oh... Want me to go downstairs for awhile?
Buffy: *sighs and sits up* No. I'm fine. *mumbles* I'll be fine. But at least I'm not cold anymore
Spike: *lays with his head at the foot of the bed, chuckling quietly, one leg hanging off the side and one foot up near the pillows* Yeah... I'm kinda not havin' that problem at the moment, either.
Buffy: *crawls over to Spike and stradles him, grinning down at him for a minute before stiffening and closing eyes.* I shouldn't have done that.
Spike: *purrs softly, small smile, chuckles* I don't really mind, luv... *grins*
Buffy: *clears throat and bites lip* Stop. Purring
Spike: *swallows hard, purring stops* Sorry..
Buffy: Just...not helping at the moment *takes a deep breath* Don't..don't move. I think at this moment, moving would be bad..or good. But, no. *shakes head* bad. NO moving.
Spike: *holds extremely still, not even breathing* No moving... *corners of his mouth are twitching*
Buffy: *tries to take a few calming breaths, but stars shaking a minute later* Damn! DAMNIT! *falls onto his chest panting a bit and mumbling* Damnit, damnit, damnit...
Spike: *doesn't know what to do, brings one hand up to touch her back, but thinks better of it and goes back to being still*
Buffy: *blushes and burrows into his chest, breating hard, still mumbling*
Spike: *extremely quietly* I'm so sorry... this is what I didn't want to happen... I never should've suggested...
Buffy: *Doesn't move, but talks into his chest quietly* You know, apologizing for making me come is not gonna help my self esteem
Buffy: *takes a few more deep breaths, but is still breathing hard* Oh, this is just embarresing...
Spike: *sighs* I know... Not really helpin' me much, either, luv... I just... I don't want to do anything... I mean, I DO, but I don't.. and.. I'm not making any sense at all.
Buffy: Whatever you do, don't expect me to move in the next few minutes *takes a deep breath and breathes it out into his chest* I don't think I'm going anywhere right now.
Spike: *an almost chuckle* Well, considerin' that you're on top of me, neither am I.
Buffy: Good. *sighs and turns head to the side, nuzling a cheek against him* Because I'd kinda like to know why me having an orgasm is suddenly a fate worse than death
Spike: *chuckles softly* It's not, luv... I just... I guess I'm still scared.
Buffy: *starts tracing a pattern in his shirt with a finger* I mean, it's like touching me now is this horrible thing. I girl likes to be held, usually...*glances down at his hands* And suddenly now you don't want to? *looks up at him with a kinda of hurt look* Am I that revolting?
Spike: *jaw drops almost comically* Buffy.. You're not revolting.. You're beautiful.. I've told you this before... And I do want to hold you, but between the wounds, and my own.. *mutters* I can't believe I'm admitting this out loud *normal voice* Insecurities regardin' us... I don't know what to do anymore.
Buffy: *looks at him, completly shocked* I just came, fron you doing almost *nothing*. May I point out that you weren't even moving? What on EARTH are you insecure about?
Buffy: And I thought that you licking the cuts closed would stop them from opening again, so why is that even still an issue? *bites lip and closes eyes against the reaction the memory of his tongue brings back* *mutters* down, Slayer. Bad girl.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Okay, which do you want me to answer first? The wounds were an issue earlier, and, I take what just happened as a complement, believe me, but the insecurities lie within the fact that you don't... you've never said... *deep breath* Buffy, I want you to love me. I want you to say it, and mean it. That's what I'm bloody insecure about.
Buffy: *bites lip* I can't. *sighs* But not because it's not true
Spike: *blinks* Now I'm confused...
Buffy: It changes too much. There's too much going on right now. I say it, and everything shifts, and there's too much...my sister's seeing my dead mother, and the First evil is trying to control yet another Vampire with a soul that I....*breathes* I can't say it. It's too deja-voo-ish.
Spike: *small tenitive smile* But.. you do feel it? *hopeful, almost pleading* You do, right??
Buffy: *buries head into his chest and nods* God, this would be *so* much easier if I didn't...
Buffy: *mumbles to herself* Why do I have to fall in love with vampires? Why not....why not firemen? Or, or cops? Hell, a doctor! A doctor would be just fine...no. I fall for the undead. I think the First has a radar. 'is buffy in love with *him*? Nope. Leave him alone. oh! She loves *him*! Well, time to haunt...
Spike: *blinks, arms suddenly wrap around her in an almost crushing hug, pulls her up him a little to nuzzle his face in her hair, muttering into it unintelligibly*
Buffy: OW! ow, ow,ow...ok, side still hurts. Careful. *winces, but doesn't pull away*
Spike: *loosens his grip but keeps nuzzling and muttering softly, a low purr beginning*
Buffy: *groans and shifts a little* Ok, the purring is gonna be bad again in about two seconds.
Spike: *purr stops, pulls back embarrassedly* Sorry, luv... It's just... I don't know what came over me. Kinda... almost lost it there, for a second.
Buffy: *frowns and looks up* I just mean the purring. The rest was nice. What happened to the rest? *pouts*
Spike: *soft chuckle, puts his arms back around her and nuzzles against her hair again* This?
Buffy: Yeah. And there was mumbling, I think. Kinda rumbly mumbling...
Spike: *repeats his earlier actions, sans purring, one hand moves up to stroke at her hair softly, eyes closed*
Buffy: 'Kay. Can we just stay here for a while?
Spike: Mm-hmm... *small sigh, continues his minstrations*
Buffy: *sighs and snuggles closer* I stand corrected. *snakes an arm up and slips it behind his head, playing at the hairline again* I think I want the purring back.
Spike: *begins purring softly* *mumbles* You know... you do something that's *like* purring, luv...
Buffy: I do? *shifts a little and tries to ignore the side effects of the rumbling underneath her*
Spike: *almost imperceptable nod* Yeah.. you kinda... hum, sometimes...
Buffy: I hum? When do I hum? *shifts again and bites lip, mumbling to herself* That was a bad idea. Don't do that again. *shifts differently, and mumbles* Ok, that wasn't much better...
Spike: *opens one eye* Do you want me to stop purrin', luv?
Buffy: *clears thraot* What?
Spike: *small, knowing smile* You seem to be havin'... problems.
Buffy: Oh. *sighs* Yeah, ok. *Snuggles head back into his chest* I just like it, that's all. *sighs again* But yeah, you should probably stop.
Spike: *delibrately purrs louder for a moment, before stopping, a small grin*
Buffy: *shakes a little and bites lip* That was mean.
Spike: On the contrary. *playful smirk* I seem to have caught a scent that says you enjoyed it. *leans his head back* Now. You were askin' when you hum?
Buffy: *glares up at him* You're really going to do this? You're gonna pull a stunt like that and just leave me this way?
Spike: *soft chuckle* A couple of times, last year, you pulled somethin' similar, luv. Even left me handcuffed to the bed once, remember? That wasn't nice.
Buffy: *mumbles under her breath and shifts again* So, payback? I thought you pretty much already got that.
Buffy: *winces* Sorry. *drops head down* Really sorry. That was a terrible thing to say
Spike: *is quiet, lets go of her, blinks a couple of times*
Buffy: *rolls off him and stares at the ceiling.* Well, at least this time it was my fault. *stands up and leaves the room, going to the bathroom and locking herself in*
Spike: *sits up slowly, gets up, goes to the bathroom, and lightly taps the door* Buffy?
Buffy: *bites lip and slids to the floor, mumbling* Not gonna cry. Would be really, really dumb to cry. Not gonna cry.
Buffy: *takes a deep breath* I'm fine.
Spike: Can you... let me in, then?
Buffy: *takes another deep breath* Can I have a minute?
Buffy: *wipes the back of a hand over eyes and sniffles a little, trying to be quiet*
Spike: *can hear her sniffling* Take all the time you need, luv.... You're right... I shouldn't have done that... I was just.. kinda playing... I didn't mean to... Please don't cry...
Buffy: *laughs softly* I'm not mad at you Spike.
Spike: *is leaning against the closed door* I know... But I don't want you to be upset, luv... It's bringin' back my stomach ache from earlier... And, even though I haven't been in that room for nearly a year... I'll come in, if you'll let me... I want to comfort you... Wanna help...
Buffy: *sighs and sniffles again* Probably a bad idea. I seem to have developed this case of foot in mouth disease, and I'd rather not say something else stupid. *wipes eyes and thumps head back against the door* Ow.
Spike: *winces sympathetically, attempts a joke* See? I told you it's contagious.
Buffy: *shakes head, even though he can't see it* Not funny. Very, very, very not funny
Spike: *sighs* I know. Dunno why I even bothered. *turns around, puts his back to the door, and sinks to the floor slowly* We can just stay like this for awhile... I think we both need to calm down a bit.
Buffy: *sighs* I didn't mean it, you know.
Spike: I know. And I'm sorry I pulled that bloody purring stunt. That was really stupid. I don't know why I did it.
Buffy: You were playing. I was just being stupid.
Spike: No. You were bein' human. I was bein' silly. *sighs* When I get in one of those moods... You know how it is. I act before I think.
Buffy: I cam back, you know.
Buffy: came back
Spike: *sighs again* Yeah. I know. Took you awhile, though. *an.. almost chuckle*
Buffy: *pouts, even though he can't see* It took me an hour. One. Hour. And I totaly made up for leaving you there.
Spike: *soft chuckle* That you did, pet. Never said you didn't. Would've liked a blanket in the meantime, though. Got kinda cold.
Buffy: You're a *vampire*. You don't get cold. And you were pretty warm when I got back, as I recall.
Spike: That had more to do with you, than me. And I do TO get cold. You know that. You've seen me shiverin' before. My tempreture drops below about sixty eight, and I really start gettin' uncomfortable.
Buffy: Well, you were no where near sixty-eight that night. You were toasty warm. You were fine. And you liked it.
Spike: *sighs, chuckles softly* Yeah yeah. Doesn't mean I ever want you to just... leave me somewhere again. I nearly broke the headboard tryin' to yank those bloody cuffs loose. Almost regreted showin' 'em to you.
Buffy: Your own fault. And what would you have done if you'd gotten loose? Barged into Xander's apartment and thrown me down right there? He might have objected to that.
Spike: *small snort* Well, first I woulda rubbed my wrists for awhile. Nearly rubbed 'em raw that night.
Buffy: *small voice* Are you still mad at me, or can I come out now?
Spike: *cocks head, moves to his knees facing the door* I wasn't mad at you, luv... Why'd you think I was mad at you? Bringin' up that night only gets me mad at one person. Me. Never you.
Buffy: *quietly* You let go of me. Like you couldn't stand to be touching me anymore.
Spike: *sighs* That's not why I.. When I think about... that... I can't touch you, luv.. I start worryin' about what I'm gonna do. Can you come out of there? It's kinda strange to be bearin' my soul to a door.
Buffy: *shakes head, then remembers he can't see her* Not yet. *sniffles* Not until my emotions stop behaving like a five year old's
Spike: *quietly* Luv... I was cryin' yesterday.. There's nothin' wrong with it... Can't you come out and let me hold you? I want to make you feel better.
Buffy: No. This is embarressing enough without you having to see me with my eyes all blotchy and my nose all runny.
Spike: *sighs* A minute ago, you were asking me if you could come out. Now you don't want to again? I am about ten seconds from givin' up on ever understandin' you, luv.
Spike: I don't care how you look. I love you. You're beautiful all the time to me, Buffy... Please come out.
Buffy: *snickers* Really? You're still trying? I think even Willow gave that up a good year ago.
Spike: *small smile* I very nearly gave up around then, too. But, I figure, new soul, maybe I have another chance. Come on. Come out.
Buffy: If I come out are you going to act like I have some rare disease?
Spike: *chuckles softly* No. Want to know what I AM going to do?
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: The moment you open that door, I'm goin' to sweep you into my arms, kiss you, and take you back into the bedroom, where we can try the 'picking up where we left off' thing again.
Spike: This time, without wounds.
Buffy: Just a second *stands up and runs some cold water, trynig to rub the redness from her nose, making a face in the mirror* You have to promise not to laugh. I look like some kind of circus clown.
Spike: *smiles* I've already told you exactly what I'm gonna do, luv. No laughing involved.
Buffy: *glares at the mirror* I want your word.
Spike: I promise you, Buffy. I will not laugh.
Buffy: ok. *opens the door and stares at his feet* Sweep away. Just don't look.
Spike: *darts forward with superhuman speed and sweeps her into his arms, pressing a loving kiss to her lips*
Buffy: Wow *hides face in his chest* I didn't think you'd actually *sweep*...
Spike: *nuzzles her, carrying her toward the bedroom* When I say I'm gonna do something, luv, I do it. *smiles*
Buffy: 'Kay *yawns into his shirt* nice to know.
Spike: *sits on the side of the bed, still holding her, pulls back to examine her face, sits her in his lap so that he can stroke her cheek with his thumb* *soft smile* You're beautiful. I don't know what you were worried about.
Buffy: *sniffles and buries her face back in his shirt* I am not. my eyes are all pufy, and my nose is read, and my cheeks are blotchy.
Spike: *softly* And I don't care. I see you, and you're beautiful.
Buffy: *raises eyesbrows* You're nuts.
Spike: *small chuckle* So the little pixies tell me. *playful smile*
Buffy: Very funny.
Spike: *wide eyes* You mean you don't hear them? *seems serious*
Buffy: Not gonna work. I know you're joking.
Spike: *rolls eyes, sighs defeatedly, flopping back on the bed, despite her being on his lap* Ooh. You got me. My vain attempts at humor have failed once again. Good thing I'm a poet and not a comedian. *soft chuckle* Oops. I wasn't supposed to laugh. Forgot.
Buffy: *giggles* Stop it. That still hurts
Spike: *clears his throat* Sorry. I'll be good. I can be quiet. Watch. *is totally silent, grinning playfully at her*
Buffy: *fakes a glare* Do you want to snuggle right now? Or would you rather make me laugh so my side hurts? *frowns* I can't laugh so hard it'll open what you did, can I?
Spike: *small head shake, mouthed 'impossible, sealed'*
Buffy: What?
Buffy: *glances up* I'm probably healed?
Spike: *small snorting snicker*
Buffy: *pouts* Are you laughing at me?
Spike: *closes eyes, shakes head slowly, picks up a small piece of the backing off of the medical tape from earlier, grabs a pen from his pocket, and writes 'it can't reopen. it's sealed. I said I'd be quiet, and I'm being quiet', grins as he hands it to her*
Buffy: *reads it and glares at him* Stop being an asshole. *crawls up him and stars down into his face, suddenly poutnig again* Please?
Buffy: stares
Spike: *small smile* Okay... I didn't know I was bein' an asshole, luv... *makes a face for a moment* None of my games are working the way they're supposed to tonight. I think my sense of humor is broken.
Buffy: *shrugs* Or, mine is. I think I've been touchy lately. It's the whole, First Evil's out to get me thing. *sighs and mutters again* Couldn't have gone after Riley? Oh, no, *him* I might have coped with losing. I really hate that bitch...
Spike: *eyes widen, laughs out loud*
Spike: *is still snickering, shakes head, trying to compose himself* Oh.. bloody hell... Say it again! Insult him again! *laughs again*
Buffy: Hmm? What? *looks up* You heard that? *groanes and burrows back into his chest* Damn vampire hearing.
Spike: *takes deep breaths* Yeah... oh.. Now MY sides hurt.
Buffy: What was so funny, anyway?
Spike: *blinks owlishly* Buffy, okay... You just said that you'd rather the First be after Captain Cardboard than me. And, given the seperate histories you have with each of us, I find that funny. Also the fact that you hate him, and admitted earlier that you love me. Look at the irony here, luv. Please.
Buffy: Hate...oh. *giggles* I wasn't calling him a bitch, and I don't hate him. Though, I didn't love him, and if the First had gone after him, I'd have dealt. *giggles* The Bitch is the first. Last time I saw her, she looked like Jenny Calendar. Hence: Bitch
Spike: *starts snickering again* Which is even more funny... for some reason...
Buffy: *grins* You're just strange
Spike: *chuckles* No.. I've got.. Oh, bloody hell. I used to do this when I was a little kid. I though I'd outgrown it.
Spike: *thought
Buffy: You've got what? *crawls towards the head of the bed and flops down, face down, hugging a pillow and facing him.
Spike: *keeps chuckling* My Gram called it 'midnight crazies'. When I haven't gotten enough sleep, and am up all night... I reach a point where everything seems funny... and I can't stop... giggling... like now...
Buffy: *glares* I Thought you said you slept today
Spike: *still snickering* I did... but, this has built up... over the last few weeks... Dunno why it's.. suddenly hitting now... I feel really silly...
Buffy: *rolls over and stares at the ceiling, mumbling to herself again* Great. He's got the giggles, and yet somehow I'm still a half step away from coming. You know, most girls don't have to worry about this after they've been crying, but no, Slayer's hormones can take a licking and keep on ticking...*grabs and pillow and pulls it over her face* I need a therapist in the *worst* way...
Spike: *bites lip hard, trying to stifle the laughter* I'm sorry... Really.. I don't have any.. control over this... Haven't done it... in over a century...
Buffy: *mumbles into the pillow* IIt's fine. I'm just in a weird mood.
Spike: *giggles a little louder* *You're* in a weird mood... and *I'm* the one makin'... an idiot out of.. myself over here... Oh, help... *hiccups, blinks, snickers* Oh no... Not this.. *hiccup*
Buffy: *pressed legs together and trys to ignore the disturbing fact that his giggling is just so cute...* Damnit, stop. You aren't helping.
Spike: I'm... *hiccup, giggle* Tryin'.. to.. *struggles to sit up, hunching over forward, shoulders shaking with repressed laughter and hiccups*
Buffy: *presses the pillow into her face harder and mumbles into it again* I am *not* about to come from him giggling. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not...*gasps* Oh, god....*shakes a bit and rolls to the side, screaming into the pillow*
Spike: *freezes at the familiar sound, laughing suddenly gone.. mostly, turns around, cocks head* Uh.. luv? *blinks*
Buffy: *doesn't remove the pillow and curls into a ball, pulling her knees up and taking a deep breath* Yeah?
Spike: *swallows, makes a small smile* Two things... one... Did what I think just happen, happen? *even though his nose has assured him it did* And two.. I'm feelin' kinda left out, here. *an almost pout, and making a strange face*
Buffy: *mumbles into the pillow* depends on what you think just happened...*takes a deep breath and lets it out, still shaking a little, but doesn't look up* God, I suppose this could be *more* embarressing...I could be naked in front of a group of highschoolers or something...
Spike: *glances around the room* Nope. Just us... And you *know* what I think happened. *reaches over and rubs circles on her back, avoiding the tender area*
Buffy: *takes another deep breath and whimpers a bit* Then yes...and that is so very much not helping me stop it from happening again.
Spike: *removes his hand, turns, sitting crosslegged on the bed* Okay.. I understood the first time, and I understand what you just said... but what happened just then? *cocks head confusedly*
Buffy: You were giggling
Spike: *blinks* THAT'S what set you off this time? *considers* Huh.
Buffy: *drops pillow and rolls onto her back* Well, it was...sweet! And cute. And...*mumlbes* I was still really close from before...
Spike: *sighs* I feel really... strange. You know, I told Captain Cardboard once that you needed a little monster in your man... Now I'm startin' to think that it was hyena. Or maybe insanity.
Buffy: *closes eyes* Or all of the above *sighs* You were being all..*waves hand vaugley* cute and giggly...
Spike: *cocks head, regards her playfully* Am I gonna have to learn how not to laugh from now on? Or is that liable to happen the next time you bloody tickle me?
Buffy: *eyes pop open and widen* God, I hope not! *sighs and closes eyes, rolling to the side again, away from him* That's never happened to me before...*voice turnjs sarcastic* and thank you for not making it any more embarressing
Spike: *soft chuckle* I'm sorry, luv... I had to ask. *stretches out on his stomach beside her, sighs* Thankfully, though, I think my crazies have passed.
Buffy: *voice is muffled by the pillow again* Good.
Spike: *makes a pillow out of his arms and sticks his head in, facing the mattress, mumbles* And I'm still feelin' left out.
Buffy: *rolls back and frowns at him* What does that mean?
Spike: *glances at her out of the corner of his eye* Nothin'. *small sigh*
Buffy: *frowns at him for another minute, then rolls next to him and lays her head down on her arms, like he is* Something you'd like to share with the class?
Spike: *sighs again* Not particularly. *turns his head to the side, looking at her* Just... how do you feel right now? Physically.
Buffy: Incredebly frustrated, Why? *frowns* The cuts don't hurt, if that's what you mean.
Buffy: I think they're finaly healing
Spike: *small headshake* That's good, but that's not what I meant.
Spike: I guess I'm kinda... *turns face back into his arms* Oh god this is too bloody embarrassing. I changed my mind. I dont' want to share.
Buffy: *rolls eyes* You don't wanna share? I let you see me all puffy eyed and...and blotchy. Plus, so far, I've managed to embarress myself twice, acting like some blushing virgin. You're gonna share, or I'm gonna tickle.
Spike: *mutters something into his arms*
Buffy: What?
Spike: *glances at her* I said 'I don't want to tell you right now'. *small sigh* And I've just managed to depress myself. Wonderful. I'm havin' mood swings.
Buffy: Fine. *sighs and stares at the headboard* Please note the lack of snuggling being done tonight. *looks back at herself* Though, that might be a good thing. We get any closer, I'm gonna jump you.
Spike: There. That's the problem.
Buffy: *frowns* Ok. Now I'm lost
Spike: *sighs* Okay, luv. First you tell me what you think I meant by that, and I'll tell you if you're right or not.
Buffy: *eyes soften* Oh. You're upset again? *scoots closer* I don't regret it happening, Spike, I'm just embarressed. *bites lip* You...you're not mad at me again, are you?
Spike: *small head shake* Well... not mad at you, luv.. Actually, I'm kinda jealous. I've been feeling the same way all night... and I can't... *sighs* Therein lies the problem.
Buffy: Oh. Oh! *closes eyes* Yes, good. Right. Figures. You know, I'm usually faster on the uptick. *sighs* *bites lip and slids a hand underneath him* Don't move.
Spike: *blinks* Luv... uh..
Buffy: *gives a pointed look.* Don't. Move. *slids the hand lower and finds the large buldge.* Oh. *slids down and lays on her side, kissing his shoulder* Might have mentioned this earlier. It has to be painful. *blinks* Yes, yes I do sound like a porno. *blushes* Sorry
Spike: *eyes half close, swallows* S'been painful... Luv, if you don't want to do this... I can go in the bathroom again...
Buffy: *grins* Well, that's not fair. I was sitting on top of you the first time...*cups him and pushes a little* ...and we both know you probably felt it, since I know it's soaked through my now...*blinks again* and when did I start channeling Faith??!?
Spike: *blinks, soft moan* I dunno... *swallows* Actually... s'more the... scent that gets to me...
Buffy: Oh. *starts moving the hand in an up and down motion, tightening the grip* I didn't know that.
Spike: *eyes close, bucks reflexively, moans quietly again* S'everythin'... but.. scent.. s'real.. 'portant to.. vamps... *small groaning sound, extremely deep purr*
Buffy: Oh! *grins* You're purring. Bonus *moves the hand a little faster, squeezing along the way every now and then* *Slids down on the bed and nestls into his side* You know, this isn't really fair. YOu didn't mean to. I'm doin' it on purpose. You're gonna feel a lot better after this than I do. *tightens grip and wriggles the hand a bit before going back to the repetetive motion*
Spike: *moaning growl, bucks slowly, purring gets louder*
Buffy: *sighs and cuddles closer into his side as she moves her hand, biting her lip as she starts to feel the purr* OK, bad idea *pulls back, but keeps sliding the hand up and down.*
Spike: *eyes close hard, lets out a roaring growl, shuddering for a moment, before relaxing, panting*
Buffy: *smiles and stops moving the hand after another second* You back yet?
Spike: *eyes open slowly, blinking lazily, small smile* I.. think so..
Spike: *deep sigh, leans forward, rests their foreheads together* Thank you, luv....
Buffy: *slids the hand out and runs it through his hair, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.* Mmmhmm.
Spike: *purrs softly, eyes half closed, leans his head back against her hand* I love you... I just... *blinks a couple of times* Talkin' isn't workin' right now...
Buffy: 'Kay. *smiles* So, don't.
Spike: *reaches one hand out to stroke her hair, smiles softly* I'm guessin' that... Dawn's never gonna get the.. full report from tonight, huh?
Buffy: *groans* No. And no. I don't want her *thinking* about this stuff, let alone hearing about it.
Spike: *nuzzles her, purring a little louder* Good... *puts one arm around her, small yawn* Oh.. no. I'm not goin' to sleep.. nope. Uh-uh.
Buffy: RIght. All evidence to the contrary.
Buffy: *sighs* Well, TL says that I have to get off the computer before we fog up the screen.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Yeah... Tiger's been buggin' me to get off for about an hour now.
Buffy: Something about us writing a smutty fiction, and she should write this will.
Buffy: well, even
Spike: *chuckles* Right.
Spike: *softly* Thank you... For everything, luv.
Buffy: *smiles* I didn't do anything
Spike: *sleepily raised eyebrow*
Spike: Really? Cause I sure noticed something.
Buffy: You know, they're both gonna want to post these conversations somewhere. Ain't just mine. Yours is a writer, too.
Buffy: Ha ha.
Spike: *chuckles*
Spike: Yeah. I noticed. But... Tiger tends to lean away from this 'sort of writing'. *chuckles* Can't imagine why.
Buffy: *snickers* tell me Tiger hasn't mentioned it to you once.
Spike: S'what she keeps tellin' me.
Buffy: really? Good to know. *grumbles* TL specializes in it.
Spike: *chuckles* Tiger's speciality is occasional outbursts of total angst, like writing me at your or Joyce's funeral, interspersed with moments of total sillyness. Hence the tickle fics. *sighs*
Buffy: Lovely. Funerals.
Buffy: TL once wrote a fiction sizty-five chapters long, where everyone dies, and they still lose. *rolls eyes* Can you stand it?
Spike: *winces* We get enough angst in the... Tiger calls it the 'Joss-verse'. She just keeps tryin' to make us happy.
Spike: She only does the funeral thing on her 'bad days'. Which usually have to deal with me bein' depressed, too.
Buffy: I can imagine.
Spike: Of course, about a week ago, I found myself in the body of a dog....
Buffy: I don't want to know.
Spike: That was just... disturbing.
Spike: I looked like Scooby-Doo.
Buffy: Don't. Cute mental picture. Just stop right there.
Spike: *small grin* Of course, you were a cat, so it evened out.
Buffy: Like I said, I don't want to know. *grins*
Buffy: *smiles, blinks sleepily* I'm gonna go. Again, I am forced to tell you that TL is saving this.
Buffy: *sighs* The girl can be downright annoying
Spike: *yawns* So's Tiger. The hypocrite.
Spike: She won't WRITE smut, but readin' it is a different matter.
Buffy: TL wants my permission to post it at FF.net. I'm gonna yell at her for a few hours tonight. *grins*
Buffy: Will I..um..will I see you to tomorrow?
Buffy: Or...*glances at watch* Today?
Spike: *smiles* Of course. And, I promise to get enough sleep to avoid any impromptu giggle fits. That was just embarrassing.
Buffy: *clears throat* I kinda liked it... *blushes* I think I'd better go before I do something dumb, now.
Spike: I mean... *indignantly* I'm the Big Bad. I'm not supposed to giggle. Snicker, maybe. Chuckles are acceptable, but giggling? *sighs*
Spike: Tell TL, that, if she does wind up postin' it, please give me and Tiger some credit. *chuckles*
Buffy: *rolls eyes* I believe the appropriate word here is 'duh"
Buffy: Can you say obsessive? She's already got a whole explanation of the alter- ego thing worked out to post at the begining. She's giving me a headach
Spike: *sighs* Originals.
Spike: Can't live with them, and if you kill them, who knows what happens to you?
Buffy: Right! Thank you.
Spike: *chuckles*
Buffy: *smiles* Ok. Really leaving this time. *backs up.* i mean it.
Buffy: I'm going.
Spike: I don't get a goodbye kiss? *puppy eyes*
Buffy: Oh. *bites lip.* That may not be a good idea.
Spike: I'll settle for on the cheek, luv. I'm needy like this.
Buffy: *stretches up and kisses his cheek* Sorry. Closest I can get without going X rated, and I think that's what TL's scared of.
Buffy: She keeps mumbling about foggy computer screens. *grins*
Spike: *smiles* Thanks. *gently kisses her forehead* I love you. I'll see you later today.
Buffy: Ok. Now. This is me. Going.
Buffy: "kay. Later today.
Buffy: *smiles* "Night.
Spike: *smiles sleepily* Night, luv.
Spike: I love you
Buffy: *swallows and starts tracing a pattern on the back of his neck along the hairline* *quietly* I believe you.
Spike: *continues purring, says quietly* Does that make you uncomfortable? When I say it, I mean... Cause I don't have to, if you don't want me to...
Buffy: *still whispering* No. It's nice.
Spike: *semi-playfully, whispered* Then why are we bein' so quiet?
Buffy: It's nice.
Spike: Oh. *is still rubbing her neck with one hand, brings the other up to tuck a couple of strands of hair behind her ear* You're right. It is.
Buffy: Spike?
Spike: Yeah, luv?
Buffy: Tell me some more about your Uncle?
Spike: *blinks slowly* Well.. Have you ever read Black Beauty?
Buffy: *scrunches up face* I think so...a long time ago.
Spike: Well, my uncle was a cabby driver, aside from bein' a poet. He had a couple of horses, and a nice carraige. I used to be scared of the horses.
Buffy: *smiles* You were afraid of the horses? Really? Willow's terrified of them. Bad birthday pony expirience, I think.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Well, I saw a horse bite someone once, and there was all that blood... scared the bleedin' hell out of me. I didn't want to go near them. Too scared of bein' bitten.
Buffy: *giggles* You were afraid of being bitten? *giggles again and covers mouth* sorry. Just...afraid of blood? Gotta admit, kinda ironic.
Spike: *sighs* Believe me, I see the irony.
Spike: Anyway.
Buffy: It's absolutly adorable.
Spike: One day, I HAD to go into the stable, to give the horses some hay. My uncle was too busy. And, while I was bent over with the damn pitch fork, one of them knocked me in the ass with it's nose and sent me flying into the hay bale.
Spike: And there you go with that word again.
Buffy: *giggles again* You were afraid of the horsies. *stifles another giggle and buries head in his chest to muffle them*
Buffy: *Shakes with laughter* Ok. Stop. You can stop telling me now. Laughing hurts my side...*shakes a little more and a mufled shriek comes out* *Slowly lifts head and giggles again* Knocked you on your ass with it's nose?!
Spike: *defeated sigh, rolls eyes* Yes. And sent me headfirst into the hay bale. I swear the bloody things were laughin' at me.
Buffy: *buries face in his chest again and laughs* STOP! This really hurts
Spike: *pouts* You're tellin' me. You're the one who asked.
Buffy: *smiles and snifs* No *winces and shifts a little* I mean, I think I opened the cut again. It was probably just starting to scab over...
Spike: *shifts a little, looks at it* Hasn't bled through the bandage... I'm gonna put a little pressure on it, okay, luv? That should get it to stop, if it started.
Buffy: 'kay. *frowns and looks out the bedroom door* Did you just hear a door slam?
Spike: *cocks head* Don't think so... No one was supposed to be home, luv...
Buffy: I know. But I thought I heard something
Buffy: *frowns again and glances at her side, distraced* You don't think something happened at the Magic addicts meeting thing, do you? Willow seemed kinda nervous when she left.
Buffy: I wish I could remember what they were going to be doing tonight.
Spike: *cocks head* I thought she and Harris were goin' somewhere tonight.. the MA meetin' was last night, wasn't it?
Buffy: *wrinkles nose* I don't remember
Spike: *shrugs* Well, I don't hear any other heart beats in this house, but you, luv. So that probably means that we're alone.
Buffy: Ok. *looks back down at his hand* You know what, I think it got a vein. I don't usually bleed this much.
Spike: *small nod* It did. There's a vein that runs from here *places his finger just at her waist on the uninjured side, draws it up as he continues talking* up the side... to just under your armpit. It's the same on the other side. *playful smile*
Buffy: Oh. *shudders* I'm probably lucky I made it home, then *shrugs* Gues Slayer healing kicked in more than I thought
Spike: *sighs* Yeah... *closes eyes hard for a moment*
Buffy: Hey. *frowns* You ok? *lays head down on his chest* I'm fine.
Buffy: Made it back, didn't I? I'll be fine. It'll be healed over by morning.
Spike: *small nod, opens his eyes* I know... Just.. thinkin' that you might have not made it home... Makes my stomach twist into knots.
Buffy: Eh *waves hand vaugly* Wasn't that close. Been worse, made it then. I'll be fine.
Spike: Doesn't help the stomach ache, somehow. *small sigh*
Buffy: *looks down and groans* Damn. It's seeping through.
Buffy: *moves to get up* The dressing should be changed
Spike: Here, luv.. I'll do it... *gently moves her so that they sit up together, and reaches for the kit again* Glad I didn't put this back before.
Buffy: *sighs* I was thinking recently...it's probably better that my Dad's cut us out...I mean, what kind of normal house has so many first aid kits just lying around? Better yet, how many use them as often?
Spike: *small shrug* How many have a vampire livin' there, luv? And, for the record, I'd really like to punch your father. *begins gently removing the old bandage*
Buffy: Nah. Not his fault, really. I'm not the ideal daughter. How many fathers can say their kid burned down a school gym? At least no one knows we blew up the high school.
Buffy: And we used the bandages and stuff before you came. Hell, I used it up a lot before my mom even knew.
Buffy: *chuckles softly* I used to tell her that I was getting scraped by all the bushes in front. She kept spending a fortune to have them cut back. *sighs* If I'd known how tight money could get, I'd have come up with a different excuse.
Spike: *begins applying the new bandage* Not your fault... We can't choose our destinies.
Buffy: Still. you can see why he might not want to hang around. he doesn't know. He just thinks he has this kid who keeps getting into trouble.
Spike: *mutters as he focuses on bandaging the wound* If the wanker had any idea that his 'problem child' has saved the world more times than anyone in the whole bloody place's history.... *growling mutters*
Buffy: *smiles a little and scoots a little closer* Doesn't matter. I hear he's gonna marry that secretary.
Buffy: *bites lip a little* Or he might have already. I don't know if he'd even let me know.
Spike: *eyes flash gold*
Buffy: *quietly* And I don't think he'd invite me.
Buffy: He'd invite Dawn though
Spike: *snarling* Wanker... bloody... *growls*
Buffy: *forces a smile* So, that's good..
Buffy: So, they aren't married. *nods* Because Dawn would have told me.
Spike: *doesn't even realize that he's vamped, continues to work on the bandage, despite the fact that it's already finished, growling softly* Not really helpin' with my wantin' to hit him, luv.
Buffy: Oh. *reaches out and traces his ridges* Sorry. Guess I didn't notice. *looks down and smiles a bit and catches his hand* Spike. It's done.
Spike: *blinks* Oh... *runs tongue over fangs* Aw.. When did I do this? You've got to tell me, luv. I get pissed, and I don't even know when this happens.
Buffy: *shrugs* I didn't notice at first, either.
Spike: *shakes head* How could you not? *look of disgust, brings a hand up to feel the changed features* It's horrible, and ugly... it's evil.. and why can't I make it go away?
Buffy: *bites lip* You're still mad...and...I don't know. I never really noticed when Angel went Vamp either.
Spike: *looks down* That was different.
Buffy: *shrugs* If you say so. *runs a tentative hand over the bandage and winces* I wish this would just heal. It's really starting to sting
Spike: *blinks, looks up* I.. I have an idea... *looks down again* No. Never mind.
Buffy: Spike, spit it out. I'm open to and and all suggestions right now. *flops back onto the bed and winces*
Buffy: Great. *reaches back and fingers the bandage there* I really hope I didn't just open that one, now, too.
Buffy: *mumbles* From now on, I patrol with a crossbow, and if I see a knife, I just shoot.
Spike: *glowing gold eyes focus on her* I could.. you're gonna think this is disgusting.
Spike: And, as a rule? See vamp, use crossbow. Don't wait for the bloody knife.
Buffy: *closes eyes and winces again* Damn. I think I did open it *glances at him* What's the fun there? I need the fight. It's...it's a mulit-release. It's a part of me.
Buffy: Gotta have the fight. Just preferable, without the shiny peice of metal.
Spike: *sighs* Do you want to hear my idea? It would definitely work, but it's slightly disgusting, and you'll have to really trust me on this, luv.
Buffy: I want to hear it. *frowns* Define disgusting
Spike: *licks his fangs* Vampires spit has a coagulant in it. Meaning that if I were to... *looks at the bedspread, mumbles the rest* ..lick the cuts, they would seal completely, and heal faster...
Buffy: *frowns again* How much of the blood would you get?
Spike: *shakes head* None. I'm not after the blood... Just want to help, and I understand if you don't want me to... I kind of don't want to.. to risk.. anything.
Buffy: *sighs* That's not what I'm worried about. We've just been...you were feasting on fresh human blood for a while, thanks to the First. We've been hesitent about giving you more. *snickers* THough, I hadda convince Xander of that. He wanted to feed Andrew to you.
Spike: *very small chuckle* Very nearly got 'im anyway.
Buffy: So did Anya, come to think of it.
Buffy: *waves hand* Doesn't matter. I was more worried about the way you were acting than Andrew. We're probably lucky Willow didn't go all black-haired on us the minute she saw him.
Spike: *blinks* Didn't think of that.
Buffy: *shrugs* He's not really high on my list of people to save, seeing as how he spent a year tryin' to kill me.
Buffy: *chuckles* Yeah. And Anya hit him. You weren't really the only person he was in danger from while he was here.
Spike: *very soft snicker* She actually *hit* him?
Buffy: Twice, I think. He had him backed up against that wall you bust through. He was scared to death.
Buffy: *giggles* Then he get's pulled through it and bitten *laughs a little harder* I think ANya was actually dissapointed she didn't get to hit him again.
Buffy: And you didn't hurt him that much.
Buffy: Just a messy bite. Not much blood loss.
Spike: *corners of his mouth are trying to turn up into a smile* You're really big on tryin' to reassure me tonight, huh?
Buffy: *rolls eyes* Whatever gave you that idea?
Buffy: *Sits up and trys to look at her own back* Now, tell me...is it bleeding again?
Spike: *cocks head* A little.
Buffy: Damn. *sighs* If you likc it, it'll close up? Is that how it works?
Buffy: lick
Spike: *small nod* Yeah...
Buffy: Ok. *pulls a leg underneath the other to sit straighter* But bandage them after, anyway, ok? This is a nice bedspread. I'd rather not get blood all over it.
Spike: *nods again, positions himself behind her, pulling the bandage down* Okay... *is taking deep breaths* You're sure about this, luv?
Buffy: *frowns* Yeah. Why?
Spike: *swallows* Just makin' sure. *slowly leans forward and licks the cut, eyes closed to help with focus*
Buffy: *shivers a little and drops head forward*
Spike: *runs his tongue up the length of the cut, before pulling back slowly, opening his eyes and examining it, small smile* *quietly* Looks like it worked on this one... *begins reapplying the bandage*
Buffy: *clears throat and whispers to herself* Oh, it definitly worked
Spike: *cocks head, slight grin* What was that, luv??
Buffy: *shakese head* Nothing
Spike: *shrugs, thinks: as if I didn't know, small smile* Wanna try the one on your side, now?
Buffy: *clears throat again* 'kay
Spike: *gently peals the bandage back, shifting for a better position* Okay.. *playful smile* Now. Let's try this one. *is purring softly as he lowers himself and begins to lick up the cut on her ribs*
Buffy: *shivers again and absently rests a hand on his back, playing with his hairline*
Spike: *purrs louder as he finishes the lick, pulls back and cocks his head* Hmm. This one is deeper.. *blinks up at her* I think it's gonna take two treatments... Do you mind?
Buffy: *shakes head but doesnt open eyes*
Spike: *small smile* Good... *lowers head for another lick, slower this time, making sure not to miss any part of the wound, is still purring loudly*
Buffy: *hums a little, bites lower lip and crosses legs, squeezing them together a bit, but doesn't say anything*
Spike: *finishes and slowly pulls back, admiring the now closed cut* Looks good this time, luv... *shifts on the bed a little, into a partial kneeling position, and begins rebandaging it*
Buffy: Oh *clearns throat again* Thanks. *looks down at it* It won't start bleeding again?
Spike: *small headshake* Nope... I'm pretty sure you could do chin ups without it pullin' open. Vamp spit is powerful, luv... *swallows* I think.. I have to go to the bathroom for a minute.
Buffy: *eyes widen* If you think you're going to throw up, after doing that to me, you have another think coming
Buffy: *shakes head* Absolutly not. I mean, how insulting can you get?
Spike: *small, almost pained chuckle* That's not exactly the problem, luv... Believe me, the problem I'm having shouldn't be an insult to you, it should be a complement.
Spike: *slowly gets up and walks out the door.. waddling like a sick duck* I'll be back... in a few minutes... Need cold water.. *mutters* ow ow ow ow ow......
Buffy: Oh. *smiles a little and bites lip, looking down* Sure, he can just use cold water. *flops back onto the bed and sighs* I just hafta wait it out *groans and turns over, pressing into the bed and burying head in arms* Great.
Spike: *comes back about ten minutes later, with a less painful looking walk* Okay.. Sorry, about that, luv. *sits on the side of the bed*
Buffy: *mumbles into te comforter*
Spike: *cocks head, turning to look at her* What was that, pet?
Buffy: *shakes head energeticaly and thumps feet up and down a few times, trying to calm down*
Spike: *small chuckle* Oh... Want me to go downstairs for awhile?
Buffy: *sighs and sits up* No. I'm fine. *mumbles* I'll be fine. But at least I'm not cold anymore
Spike: *lays with his head at the foot of the bed, chuckling quietly, one leg hanging off the side and one foot up near the pillows* Yeah... I'm kinda not havin' that problem at the moment, either.
Buffy: *crawls over to Spike and stradles him, grinning down at him for a minute before stiffening and closing eyes.* I shouldn't have done that.
Spike: *purrs softly, small smile, chuckles* I don't really mind, luv... *grins*
Buffy: *clears throat and bites lip* Stop. Purring
Spike: *swallows hard, purring stops* Sorry..
Buffy: Just...not helping at the moment *takes a deep breath* Don't..don't move. I think at this moment, moving would be bad..or good. But, no. *shakes head* bad. NO moving.
Spike: *holds extremely still, not even breathing* No moving... *corners of his mouth are twitching*
Buffy: *tries to take a few calming breaths, but stars shaking a minute later* Damn! DAMNIT! *falls onto his chest panting a bit and mumbling* Damnit, damnit, damnit...
Spike: *doesn't know what to do, brings one hand up to touch her back, but thinks better of it and goes back to being still*
Buffy: *blushes and burrows into his chest, breating hard, still mumbling*
Spike: *extremely quietly* I'm so sorry... this is what I didn't want to happen... I never should've suggested...
Buffy: *Doesn't move, but talks into his chest quietly* You know, apologizing for making me come is not gonna help my self esteem
Buffy: *takes a few more deep breaths, but is still breathing hard* Oh, this is just embarresing...
Spike: *sighs* I know... Not really helpin' me much, either, luv... I just... I don't want to do anything... I mean, I DO, but I don't.. and.. I'm not making any sense at all.
Buffy: Whatever you do, don't expect me to move in the next few minutes *takes a deep breath and breathes it out into his chest* I don't think I'm going anywhere right now.
Spike: *an almost chuckle* Well, considerin' that you're on top of me, neither am I.
Buffy: Good. *sighs and turns head to the side, nuzling a cheek against him* Because I'd kinda like to know why me having an orgasm is suddenly a fate worse than death
Spike: *chuckles softly* It's not, luv... I just... I guess I'm still scared.
Buffy: *starts tracing a pattern in his shirt with a finger* I mean, it's like touching me now is this horrible thing. I girl likes to be held, usually...*glances down at his hands* And suddenly now you don't want to? *looks up at him with a kinda of hurt look* Am I that revolting?
Spike: *jaw drops almost comically* Buffy.. You're not revolting.. You're beautiful.. I've told you this before... And I do want to hold you, but between the wounds, and my own.. *mutters* I can't believe I'm admitting this out loud *normal voice* Insecurities regardin' us... I don't know what to do anymore.
Buffy: *looks at him, completly shocked* I just came, fron you doing almost *nothing*. May I point out that you weren't even moving? What on EARTH are you insecure about?
Buffy: And I thought that you licking the cuts closed would stop them from opening again, so why is that even still an issue? *bites lip and closes eyes against the reaction the memory of his tongue brings back* *mutters* down, Slayer. Bad girl.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Okay, which do you want me to answer first? The wounds were an issue earlier, and, I take what just happened as a complement, believe me, but the insecurities lie within the fact that you don't... you've never said... *deep breath* Buffy, I want you to love me. I want you to say it, and mean it. That's what I'm bloody insecure about.
Buffy: *bites lip* I can't. *sighs* But not because it's not true
Spike: *blinks* Now I'm confused...
Buffy: It changes too much. There's too much going on right now. I say it, and everything shifts, and there's too much...my sister's seeing my dead mother, and the First evil is trying to control yet another Vampire with a soul that I....*breathes* I can't say it. It's too deja-voo-ish.
Spike: *small tenitive smile* But.. you do feel it? *hopeful, almost pleading* You do, right??
Buffy: *buries head into his chest and nods* God, this would be *so* much easier if I didn't...
Buffy: *mumbles to herself* Why do I have to fall in love with vampires? Why not....why not firemen? Or, or cops? Hell, a doctor! A doctor would be just fine...no. I fall for the undead. I think the First has a radar. 'is buffy in love with *him*? Nope. Leave him alone. oh! She loves *him*! Well, time to haunt...
Spike: *blinks, arms suddenly wrap around her in an almost crushing hug, pulls her up him a little to nuzzle his face in her hair, muttering into it unintelligibly*
Buffy: OW! ow, ow,ow...ok, side still hurts. Careful. *winces, but doesn't pull away*
Spike: *loosens his grip but keeps nuzzling and muttering softly, a low purr beginning*
Buffy: *groans and shifts a little* Ok, the purring is gonna be bad again in about two seconds.
Spike: *purr stops, pulls back embarrassedly* Sorry, luv... It's just... I don't know what came over me. Kinda... almost lost it there, for a second.
Buffy: *frowns and looks up* I just mean the purring. The rest was nice. What happened to the rest? *pouts*
Spike: *soft chuckle, puts his arms back around her and nuzzles against her hair again* This?
Buffy: Yeah. And there was mumbling, I think. Kinda rumbly mumbling...
Spike: *repeats his earlier actions, sans purring, one hand moves up to stroke at her hair softly, eyes closed*
Buffy: 'Kay. Can we just stay here for a while?
Spike: Mm-hmm... *small sigh, continues his minstrations*
Buffy: *sighs and snuggles closer* I stand corrected. *snakes an arm up and slips it behind his head, playing at the hairline again* I think I want the purring back.
Spike: *begins purring softly* *mumbles* You know... you do something that's *like* purring, luv...
Buffy: I do? *shifts a little and tries to ignore the side effects of the rumbling underneath her*
Spike: *almost imperceptable nod* Yeah.. you kinda... hum, sometimes...
Buffy: I hum? When do I hum? *shifts again and bites lip, mumbling to herself* That was a bad idea. Don't do that again. *shifts differently, and mumbles* Ok, that wasn't much better...
Spike: *opens one eye* Do you want me to stop purrin', luv?
Buffy: *clears thraot* What?
Spike: *small, knowing smile* You seem to be havin'... problems.
Buffy: Oh. *sighs* Yeah, ok. *Snuggles head back into his chest* I just like it, that's all. *sighs again* But yeah, you should probably stop.
Spike: *delibrately purrs louder for a moment, before stopping, a small grin*
Buffy: *shakes a little and bites lip* That was mean.
Spike: On the contrary. *playful smirk* I seem to have caught a scent that says you enjoyed it. *leans his head back* Now. You were askin' when you hum?
Buffy: *glares up at him* You're really going to do this? You're gonna pull a stunt like that and just leave me this way?
Spike: *soft chuckle* A couple of times, last year, you pulled somethin' similar, luv. Even left me handcuffed to the bed once, remember? That wasn't nice.
Buffy: *mumbles under her breath and shifts again* So, payback? I thought you pretty much already got that.
Buffy: *winces* Sorry. *drops head down* Really sorry. That was a terrible thing to say
Spike: *is quiet, lets go of her, blinks a couple of times*
Buffy: *rolls off him and stares at the ceiling.* Well, at least this time it was my fault. *stands up and leaves the room, going to the bathroom and locking herself in*
Spike: *sits up slowly, gets up, goes to the bathroom, and lightly taps the door* Buffy?
Buffy: *bites lip and slids to the floor, mumbling* Not gonna cry. Would be really, really dumb to cry. Not gonna cry.
Buffy: *takes a deep breath* I'm fine.
Spike: Can you... let me in, then?
Buffy: *takes another deep breath* Can I have a minute?
Buffy: *wipes the back of a hand over eyes and sniffles a little, trying to be quiet*
Spike: *can hear her sniffling* Take all the time you need, luv.... You're right... I shouldn't have done that... I was just.. kinda playing... I didn't mean to... Please don't cry...
Buffy: *laughs softly* I'm not mad at you Spike.
Spike: *is leaning against the closed door* I know... But I don't want you to be upset, luv... It's bringin' back my stomach ache from earlier... And, even though I haven't been in that room for nearly a year... I'll come in, if you'll let me... I want to comfort you... Wanna help...
Buffy: *sighs and sniffles again* Probably a bad idea. I seem to have developed this case of foot in mouth disease, and I'd rather not say something else stupid. *wipes eyes and thumps head back against the door* Ow.
Spike: *winces sympathetically, attempts a joke* See? I told you it's contagious.
Buffy: *shakes head, even though he can't see it* Not funny. Very, very, very not funny
Spike: *sighs* I know. Dunno why I even bothered. *turns around, puts his back to the door, and sinks to the floor slowly* We can just stay like this for awhile... I think we both need to calm down a bit.
Buffy: *sighs* I didn't mean it, you know.
Spike: I know. And I'm sorry I pulled that bloody purring stunt. That was really stupid. I don't know why I did it.
Buffy: You were playing. I was just being stupid.
Spike: No. You were bein' human. I was bein' silly. *sighs* When I get in one of those moods... You know how it is. I act before I think.
Buffy: I cam back, you know.
Buffy: came back
Spike: *sighs again* Yeah. I know. Took you awhile, though. *an.. almost chuckle*
Buffy: *pouts, even though he can't see* It took me an hour. One. Hour. And I totaly made up for leaving you there.
Spike: *soft chuckle* That you did, pet. Never said you didn't. Would've liked a blanket in the meantime, though. Got kinda cold.
Buffy: You're a *vampire*. You don't get cold. And you were pretty warm when I got back, as I recall.
Spike: That had more to do with you, than me. And I do TO get cold. You know that. You've seen me shiverin' before. My tempreture drops below about sixty eight, and I really start gettin' uncomfortable.
Buffy: Well, you were no where near sixty-eight that night. You were toasty warm. You were fine. And you liked it.
Spike: *sighs, chuckles softly* Yeah yeah. Doesn't mean I ever want you to just... leave me somewhere again. I nearly broke the headboard tryin' to yank those bloody cuffs loose. Almost regreted showin' 'em to you.
Buffy: Your own fault. And what would you have done if you'd gotten loose? Barged into Xander's apartment and thrown me down right there? He might have objected to that.
Spike: *small snort* Well, first I woulda rubbed my wrists for awhile. Nearly rubbed 'em raw that night.
Buffy: *small voice* Are you still mad at me, or can I come out now?
Spike: *cocks head, moves to his knees facing the door* I wasn't mad at you, luv... Why'd you think I was mad at you? Bringin' up that night only gets me mad at one person. Me. Never you.
Buffy: *quietly* You let go of me. Like you couldn't stand to be touching me anymore.
Spike: *sighs* That's not why I.. When I think about... that... I can't touch you, luv.. I start worryin' about what I'm gonna do. Can you come out of there? It's kinda strange to be bearin' my soul to a door.
Buffy: *shakes head, then remembers he can't see her* Not yet. *sniffles* Not until my emotions stop behaving like a five year old's
Spike: *quietly* Luv... I was cryin' yesterday.. There's nothin' wrong with it... Can't you come out and let me hold you? I want to make you feel better.
Buffy: No. This is embarressing enough without you having to see me with my eyes all blotchy and my nose all runny.
Spike: *sighs* A minute ago, you were asking me if you could come out. Now you don't want to again? I am about ten seconds from givin' up on ever understandin' you, luv.
Spike: I don't care how you look. I love you. You're beautiful all the time to me, Buffy... Please come out.
Buffy: *snickers* Really? You're still trying? I think even Willow gave that up a good year ago.
Spike: *small smile* I very nearly gave up around then, too. But, I figure, new soul, maybe I have another chance. Come on. Come out.
Buffy: If I come out are you going to act like I have some rare disease?
Spike: *chuckles softly* No. Want to know what I AM going to do?
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: The moment you open that door, I'm goin' to sweep you into my arms, kiss you, and take you back into the bedroom, where we can try the 'picking up where we left off' thing again.
Spike: This time, without wounds.
Buffy: Just a second *stands up and runs some cold water, trynig to rub the redness from her nose, making a face in the mirror* You have to promise not to laugh. I look like some kind of circus clown.
Spike: *smiles* I've already told you exactly what I'm gonna do, luv. No laughing involved.
Buffy: *glares at the mirror* I want your word.
Spike: I promise you, Buffy. I will not laugh.
Buffy: ok. *opens the door and stares at his feet* Sweep away. Just don't look.
Spike: *darts forward with superhuman speed and sweeps her into his arms, pressing a loving kiss to her lips*
Buffy: Wow *hides face in his chest* I didn't think you'd actually *sweep*...
Spike: *nuzzles her, carrying her toward the bedroom* When I say I'm gonna do something, luv, I do it. *smiles*
Buffy: 'Kay *yawns into his shirt* nice to know.
Spike: *sits on the side of the bed, still holding her, pulls back to examine her face, sits her in his lap so that he can stroke her cheek with his thumb* *soft smile* You're beautiful. I don't know what you were worried about.
Buffy: *sniffles and buries her face back in his shirt* I am not. my eyes are all pufy, and my nose is read, and my cheeks are blotchy.
Spike: *softly* And I don't care. I see you, and you're beautiful.
Buffy: *raises eyesbrows* You're nuts.
Spike: *small chuckle* So the little pixies tell me. *playful smile*
Buffy: Very funny.
Spike: *wide eyes* You mean you don't hear them? *seems serious*
Buffy: Not gonna work. I know you're joking.
Spike: *rolls eyes, sighs defeatedly, flopping back on the bed, despite her being on his lap* Ooh. You got me. My vain attempts at humor have failed once again. Good thing I'm a poet and not a comedian. *soft chuckle* Oops. I wasn't supposed to laugh. Forgot.
Buffy: *giggles* Stop it. That still hurts
Spike: *clears his throat* Sorry. I'll be good. I can be quiet. Watch. *is totally silent, grinning playfully at her*
Buffy: *fakes a glare* Do you want to snuggle right now? Or would you rather make me laugh so my side hurts? *frowns* I can't laugh so hard it'll open what you did, can I?
Spike: *small head shake, mouthed 'impossible, sealed'*
Buffy: What?
Buffy: *glances up* I'm probably healed?
Spike: *small snorting snicker*
Buffy: *pouts* Are you laughing at me?
Spike: *closes eyes, shakes head slowly, picks up a small piece of the backing off of the medical tape from earlier, grabs a pen from his pocket, and writes 'it can't reopen. it's sealed. I said I'd be quiet, and I'm being quiet', grins as he hands it to her*
Buffy: *reads it and glares at him* Stop being an asshole. *crawls up him and stars down into his face, suddenly poutnig again* Please?
Buffy: stares
Spike: *small smile* Okay... I didn't know I was bein' an asshole, luv... *makes a face for a moment* None of my games are working the way they're supposed to tonight. I think my sense of humor is broken.
Buffy: *shrugs* Or, mine is. I think I've been touchy lately. It's the whole, First Evil's out to get me thing. *sighs and mutters again* Couldn't have gone after Riley? Oh, no, *him* I might have coped with losing. I really hate that bitch...
Spike: *eyes widen, laughs out loud*
Spike: *is still snickering, shakes head, trying to compose himself* Oh.. bloody hell... Say it again! Insult him again! *laughs again*
Buffy: Hmm? What? *looks up* You heard that? *groanes and burrows back into his chest* Damn vampire hearing.
Spike: *takes deep breaths* Yeah... oh.. Now MY sides hurt.
Buffy: What was so funny, anyway?
Spike: *blinks owlishly* Buffy, okay... You just said that you'd rather the First be after Captain Cardboard than me. And, given the seperate histories you have with each of us, I find that funny. Also the fact that you hate him, and admitted earlier that you love me. Look at the irony here, luv. Please.
Buffy: Hate...oh. *giggles* I wasn't calling him a bitch, and I don't hate him. Though, I didn't love him, and if the First had gone after him, I'd have dealt. *giggles* The Bitch is the first. Last time I saw her, she looked like Jenny Calendar. Hence: Bitch
Spike: *starts snickering again* Which is even more funny... for some reason...
Buffy: *grins* You're just strange
Spike: *chuckles* No.. I've got.. Oh, bloody hell. I used to do this when I was a little kid. I though I'd outgrown it.
Spike: *thought
Buffy: You've got what? *crawls towards the head of the bed and flops down, face down, hugging a pillow and facing him.
Spike: *keeps chuckling* My Gram called it 'midnight crazies'. When I haven't gotten enough sleep, and am up all night... I reach a point where everything seems funny... and I can't stop... giggling... like now...
Buffy: *glares* I Thought you said you slept today
Spike: *still snickering* I did... but, this has built up... over the last few weeks... Dunno why it's.. suddenly hitting now... I feel really silly...
Buffy: *rolls over and stares at the ceiling, mumbling to herself again* Great. He's got the giggles, and yet somehow I'm still a half step away from coming. You know, most girls don't have to worry about this after they've been crying, but no, Slayer's hormones can take a licking and keep on ticking...*grabs and pillow and pulls it over her face* I need a therapist in the *worst* way...
Spike: *bites lip hard, trying to stifle the laughter* I'm sorry... Really.. I don't have any.. control over this... Haven't done it... in over a century...
Buffy: *mumbles into the pillow* IIt's fine. I'm just in a weird mood.
Spike: *giggles a little louder* *You're* in a weird mood... and *I'm* the one makin'... an idiot out of.. myself over here... Oh, help... *hiccups, blinks, snickers* Oh no... Not this.. *hiccup*
Buffy: *pressed legs together and trys to ignore the disturbing fact that his giggling is just so cute...* Damnit, stop. You aren't helping.
Spike: I'm... *hiccup, giggle* Tryin'.. to.. *struggles to sit up, hunching over forward, shoulders shaking with repressed laughter and hiccups*
Buffy: *presses the pillow into her face harder and mumbles into it again* I am *not* about to come from him giggling. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not...*gasps* Oh, god....*shakes a bit and rolls to the side, screaming into the pillow*
Spike: *freezes at the familiar sound, laughing suddenly gone.. mostly, turns around, cocks head* Uh.. luv? *blinks*
Buffy: *doesn't remove the pillow and curls into a ball, pulling her knees up and taking a deep breath* Yeah?
Spike: *swallows, makes a small smile* Two things... one... Did what I think just happen, happen? *even though his nose has assured him it did* And two.. I'm feelin' kinda left out, here. *an almost pout, and making a strange face*
Buffy: *mumbles into the pillow* depends on what you think just happened...*takes a deep breath and lets it out, still shaking a little, but doesn't look up* God, I suppose this could be *more* embarressing...I could be naked in front of a group of highschoolers or something...
Spike: *glances around the room* Nope. Just us... And you *know* what I think happened. *reaches over and rubs circles on her back, avoiding the tender area*
Buffy: *takes another deep breath and whimpers a bit* Then yes...and that is so very much not helping me stop it from happening again.
Spike: *removes his hand, turns, sitting crosslegged on the bed* Okay.. I understood the first time, and I understand what you just said... but what happened just then? *cocks head confusedly*
Buffy: You were giggling
Spike: *blinks* THAT'S what set you off this time? *considers* Huh.
Buffy: *drops pillow and rolls onto her back* Well, it was...sweet! And cute. And...*mumlbes* I was still really close from before...
Spike: *sighs* I feel really... strange. You know, I told Captain Cardboard once that you needed a little monster in your man... Now I'm startin' to think that it was hyena. Or maybe insanity.
Buffy: *closes eyes* Or all of the above *sighs* You were being all..*waves hand vaugley* cute and giggly...
Spike: *cocks head, regards her playfully* Am I gonna have to learn how not to laugh from now on? Or is that liable to happen the next time you bloody tickle me?
Buffy: *eyes pop open and widen* God, I hope not! *sighs and closes eyes, rolling to the side again, away from him* That's never happened to me before...*voice turnjs sarcastic* and thank you for not making it any more embarressing
Spike: *soft chuckle* I'm sorry, luv... I had to ask. *stretches out on his stomach beside her, sighs* Thankfully, though, I think my crazies have passed.
Buffy: *voice is muffled by the pillow again* Good.
Spike: *makes a pillow out of his arms and sticks his head in, facing the mattress, mumbles* And I'm still feelin' left out.
Buffy: *rolls back and frowns at him* What does that mean?
Spike: *glances at her out of the corner of his eye* Nothin'. *small sigh*
Buffy: *frowns at him for another minute, then rolls next to him and lays her head down on her arms, like he is* Something you'd like to share with the class?
Spike: *sighs again* Not particularly. *turns his head to the side, looking at her* Just... how do you feel right now? Physically.
Buffy: Incredebly frustrated, Why? *frowns* The cuts don't hurt, if that's what you mean.
Buffy: I think they're finaly healing
Spike: *small headshake* That's good, but that's not what I meant.
Spike: I guess I'm kinda... *turns face back into his arms* Oh god this is too bloody embarrassing. I changed my mind. I dont' want to share.
Buffy: *rolls eyes* You don't wanna share? I let you see me all puffy eyed and...and blotchy. Plus, so far, I've managed to embarress myself twice, acting like some blushing virgin. You're gonna share, or I'm gonna tickle.
Spike: *mutters something into his arms*
Buffy: What?
Spike: *glances at her* I said 'I don't want to tell you right now'. *small sigh* And I've just managed to depress myself. Wonderful. I'm havin' mood swings.
Buffy: Fine. *sighs and stares at the headboard* Please note the lack of snuggling being done tonight. *looks back at herself* Though, that might be a good thing. We get any closer, I'm gonna jump you.
Spike: There. That's the problem.
Buffy: *frowns* Ok. Now I'm lost
Spike: *sighs* Okay, luv. First you tell me what you think I meant by that, and I'll tell you if you're right or not.
Buffy: *eyes soften* Oh. You're upset again? *scoots closer* I don't regret it happening, Spike, I'm just embarressed. *bites lip* You...you're not mad at me again, are you?
Spike: *small head shake* Well... not mad at you, luv.. Actually, I'm kinda jealous. I've been feeling the same way all night... and I can't... *sighs* Therein lies the problem.
Buffy: Oh. Oh! *closes eyes* Yes, good. Right. Figures. You know, I'm usually faster on the uptick. *sighs* *bites lip and slids a hand underneath him* Don't move.
Spike: *blinks* Luv... uh..
Buffy: *gives a pointed look.* Don't. Move. *slids the hand lower and finds the large buldge.* Oh. *slids down and lays on her side, kissing his shoulder* Might have mentioned this earlier. It has to be painful. *blinks* Yes, yes I do sound like a porno. *blushes* Sorry
Spike: *eyes half close, swallows* S'been painful... Luv, if you don't want to do this... I can go in the bathroom again...
Buffy: *grins* Well, that's not fair. I was sitting on top of you the first time...*cups him and pushes a little* ...and we both know you probably felt it, since I know it's soaked through my now...*blinks again* and when did I start channeling Faith??!?
Spike: *blinks, soft moan* I dunno... *swallows* Actually... s'more the... scent that gets to me...
Buffy: Oh. *starts moving the hand in an up and down motion, tightening the grip* I didn't know that.
Spike: *eyes close, bucks reflexively, moans quietly again* S'everythin'... but.. scent.. s'real.. 'portant to.. vamps... *small groaning sound, extremely deep purr*
Buffy: Oh! *grins* You're purring. Bonus *moves the hand a little faster, squeezing along the way every now and then* *Slids down on the bed and nestls into his side* You know, this isn't really fair. YOu didn't mean to. I'm doin' it on purpose. You're gonna feel a lot better after this than I do. *tightens grip and wriggles the hand a bit before going back to the repetetive motion*
Spike: *moaning growl, bucks slowly, purring gets louder*
Buffy: *sighs and cuddles closer into his side as she moves her hand, biting her lip as she starts to feel the purr* OK, bad idea *pulls back, but keeps sliding the hand up and down.*
Spike: *eyes close hard, lets out a roaring growl, shuddering for a moment, before relaxing, panting*
Buffy: *smiles and stops moving the hand after another second* You back yet?
Spike: *eyes open slowly, blinking lazily, small smile* I.. think so..
Spike: *deep sigh, leans forward, rests their foreheads together* Thank you, luv....
Buffy: *slids the hand out and runs it through his hair, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.* Mmmhmm.
Spike: *purrs softly, eyes half closed, leans his head back against her hand* I love you... I just... *blinks a couple of times* Talkin' isn't workin' right now...
Buffy: 'Kay. *smiles* So, don't.
Spike: *reaches one hand out to stroke her hair, smiles softly* I'm guessin' that... Dawn's never gonna get the.. full report from tonight, huh?
Buffy: *groans* No. And no. I don't want her *thinking* about this stuff, let alone hearing about it.
Spike: *nuzzles her, purring a little louder* Good... *puts one arm around her, small yawn* Oh.. no. I'm not goin' to sleep.. nope. Uh-uh.
Buffy: RIght. All evidence to the contrary.
Buffy: *sighs* Well, TL says that I have to get off the computer before we fog up the screen.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Yeah... Tiger's been buggin' me to get off for about an hour now.
Buffy: Something about us writing a smutty fiction, and she should write this will.
Buffy: well, even
Spike: *chuckles* Right.
Spike: *softly* Thank you... For everything, luv.
Buffy: *smiles* I didn't do anything
Spike: *sleepily raised eyebrow*
Spike: Really? Cause I sure noticed something.
Buffy: You know, they're both gonna want to post these conversations somewhere. Ain't just mine. Yours is a writer, too.
Buffy: Ha ha.
Spike: *chuckles*
Spike: Yeah. I noticed. But... Tiger tends to lean away from this 'sort of writing'. *chuckles* Can't imagine why.
Buffy: *snickers* tell me Tiger hasn't mentioned it to you once.
Spike: S'what she keeps tellin' me.
Buffy: really? Good to know. *grumbles* TL specializes in it.
Spike: *chuckles* Tiger's speciality is occasional outbursts of total angst, like writing me at your or Joyce's funeral, interspersed with moments of total sillyness. Hence the tickle fics. *sighs*
Buffy: Lovely. Funerals.
Buffy: TL once wrote a fiction sizty-five chapters long, where everyone dies, and they still lose. *rolls eyes* Can you stand it?
Spike: *winces* We get enough angst in the... Tiger calls it the 'Joss-verse'. She just keeps tryin' to make us happy.
Spike: She only does the funeral thing on her 'bad days'. Which usually have to deal with me bein' depressed, too.
Buffy: I can imagine.
Spike: Of course, about a week ago, I found myself in the body of a dog....
Buffy: I don't want to know.
Spike: That was just... disturbing.
Spike: I looked like Scooby-Doo.
Buffy: Don't. Cute mental picture. Just stop right there.
Spike: *small grin* Of course, you were a cat, so it evened out.
Buffy: Like I said, I don't want to know. *grins*
Buffy: *smiles, blinks sleepily* I'm gonna go. Again, I am forced to tell you that TL is saving this.
Buffy: *sighs* The girl can be downright annoying
Spike: *yawns* So's Tiger. The hypocrite.
Spike: She won't WRITE smut, but readin' it is a different matter.
Buffy: TL wants my permission to post it at FF.net. I'm gonna yell at her for a few hours tonight. *grins*
Buffy: Will I..um..will I see you to tomorrow?
Buffy: Or...*glances at watch* Today?
Spike: *smiles* Of course. And, I promise to get enough sleep to avoid any impromptu giggle fits. That was just embarrassing.
Buffy: *clears throat* I kinda liked it... *blushes* I think I'd better go before I do something dumb, now.
Spike: I mean... *indignantly* I'm the Big Bad. I'm not supposed to giggle. Snicker, maybe. Chuckles are acceptable, but giggling? *sighs*
Spike: Tell TL, that, if she does wind up postin' it, please give me and Tiger some credit. *chuckles*
Buffy: *rolls eyes* I believe the appropriate word here is 'duh"
Buffy: Can you say obsessive? She's already got a whole explanation of the alter- ego thing worked out to post at the begining. She's giving me a headach
Spike: *sighs* Originals.
Spike: Can't live with them, and if you kill them, who knows what happens to you?
Buffy: Right! Thank you.
Spike: *chuckles*
Buffy: *smiles* Ok. Really leaving this time. *backs up.* i mean it.
Buffy: I'm going.
Spike: I don't get a goodbye kiss? *puppy eyes*
Buffy: Oh. *bites lip.* That may not be a good idea.
Spike: I'll settle for on the cheek, luv. I'm needy like this.
Buffy: *stretches up and kisses his cheek* Sorry. Closest I can get without going X rated, and I think that's what TL's scared of.
Buffy: She keeps mumbling about foggy computer screens. *grins*
Spike: *smiles* Thanks. *gently kisses her forehead* I love you. I'll see you later today.
Buffy: Ok. Now. This is me. Going.
Buffy: "kay. Later today.
Buffy: *smiles* "Night.
Spike: *smiles sleepily* Night, luv.