Late Nights with Buffy and Spike

by TigerTL

This is what happens when two alter-egos take control of MSN accounts and talk...and talk, and talk, and talk.... (Buffy/Spike) NEW last chapter, with new addy.

4. The Third Night

Spike: There you are. *small smile* Hey, luv.

Buffy: Third times the charm. *smiles*

Buffy: I've been online all day, on and off...I never saw you sign in.

Spike: *cocks head* I've been on for about an hour now.

Buffy: So I signed out and in. Three times. *sighs* And this is supposed to be a fast connection...

Spike: Was sleepin' till recently.

Spike: *sighs* Well, it worked. *smiles* Wanna know what the movie I got is about?

Buffy: 'kay.

Spike: I thought it'd be perfect for us. Tiger told me about it, and I couldn't help but rent it.

Buffy: Perfect for...us. Why does that scare me?

Spike: Kate & Leopold. There's a rip in time, and the guy, Leopold, comes through from 1878. He meets a girl, Kate, from this century. At first, they hate each other, excel in drivin' each other nuts.

Spike: Then, slowly, they become friends, fall in love, and then find out that he has to leave and go back, otherwise the elevator will never be invented.

Buffy: The Elevator?

Spike: And he leaves, and she somehow follows him... *chuckles* And they live happily ever after in 1878 New York.

Buffy: Where did that come from?

Spike: Leopold invented the elevator. If he didn't get back to his own time, it wouldnt' exist in ours.

Spike: Paradox thing. Oh. And Leopold? *chuckles* Has a british accent.

Buffy: *grins* You can actually picture ME in anytime without elecricity? Do you nkow what my hair looks like when I don't have a blow-dryer?

Spike: *chuckles* I think I can guess. And if you don't make fun of me for the bloody curls, I won't bug you about your cute tangles. *smiles*

Buffy: Try limp. And flat. And NOT shiny. It's...it's not good. It's terrible.

Spike: *sighs, runs his fingers through his hair* Which reminds me, I took a shower this afternoon and forgot to fix it. Bloody hell.

Buffy: Don't even joke about that. *puts a hand to her hair* My hair is very tempramental.

Buffy: Forgot to fix what?

Spike: And very beautiful. *smiles*

Buffy: *rolls eyes* Yeah, you're an impartial opinion.

Spike: *sighs* This. *motions to his head full of curls* I forgot to smooth it out.

Buffy: Oh. *frowns* I didn't notice.

Spike: *small chuckle* Did you notice that I did the rest of the laundry while you were out today?

Spike: And I put clean sheets on the bed.

Buffy: *sighs* You know, I already had this argument with TL. I only needed a few things washed. I didn't want to do it all. Was that a crack? I wasn't being lazy...I just didn't have the time.

Spike: Well, I did have the time, so I did it for you. This isn't an argument.

Buffy: *glances at him warily* Uh huh.

Spike: *ducks head* It isn't... I was tryin' to do something nice. *plops on the couch and pouts*

Spike: *mutters* Thought I was doin' somethin' that'd make you HAPPY...

Buffy: *sighs* Sorry. Had a fight with Justice today, and then one with TL over the laundry...I guess I'm just in a touchy mood.

Spike: *small nod* She mentioned somethin' bout that... I, on the other hand, have been in a really good mood all day... *shrugs* Maybe I'll rub off on you, if you stick around.

Buffy: *brightens a little* Rub? There's gonna be rubbing?

Spike: *small smile* Whatever you want, luv. Told you, I'm in a good mood.

Spike: *pats the seat next to him* Come on over, and I'll see what I can do.

Buffy: 'Kay *sits down facing away from him* By the way, the cuts are both closed up now. Thank you.

Spike: My.. *chuckles* nevermind. *starts rubbing her shoulders*

Buffy: Oh, no. *shakes head* Your what?

Spike: I was just about to stick my foot in my mouth.

Buffy: OK, but now it's bugging me.

Spike: I was gonna say 'my pleasure', but thought better of it.

Buffy: oh.

Spike: *small chuckle* See? Now there's a blush makin' it's way up your neck, luv.

Spike: I was tryin' to avoid that.

Buffy: really? *pouts* I though someone once told me I was cute when I blushed.

Spike: *chuckles* You are, but you've been gettin' embarrassed an awful lot lately... I was just tryin' to help. *rubs her neck gently*

Buffy: *moans a little and drops head* Right...there.

Spike: *makes a soft purr as he begins rubbing the indicated spot* Here, luv? Feels like a bit of a knot... Were you tryin' to balance that stupid pencil can again?

Buffy: I was not *trying*, I did. So there.

Spike: Did you just... stick your tongue out at me? *blinks, keeps rubbing*

Buffy: *giggles* Yep *does it again* Why?

Spike: *small chuckle* Quit it, or I"m gonna poke you.

Buffy: You wouldn't.

Spike: *small snort* Stick your tongue out again, and find out.

Buffy: *glares* You tickle me, and I'll get you back.

Spike: *small chuckle* Oooh. I'm so scared.

Buffy: I will. You won't be happy.

Spike: Oh? M'not scared of you, luv. You know that. *grins, moves to rub down her spine a bit*

Buffy: Hmm....'kay *leans forward and arches her back* That's really nice...

Spike: *smiles* I thought you might like it. I am curious, though. How would you get me back? *keeps rubbing up and down her spine*

Buffy: Hmm?

Buffy: What?

Spike: *chuckles* Should I stop rubbing before I ask you a question?

Buffy: *mumbles* I'd rather you just didn't ask the question *stretches a little and rolls her shoulders* That's really, really nice...right...oh. Right there.

Spike: *smiles* Okay. I'll ask later, then. *moves his rubbing to include the backs of her ribs*

Buffy: *winces* Careful right there. That cuts still hurts.

Spike: Ooh. Sorry. *is careful to avoid the healing wounds in the rest of the massage* How's this?

Buffy: Better. Much better. *sighs* You're gonna put me to sleep, though.

Spike: I'm enjoyin' learnin' what you like, luv. *smiles*

Spike: That seems to be a recurrin' problem with us. *chuckles*

Spike: Me puttin' you to sleep, I mean.

Buffy: Mmmhmm..I got the vamp, by the way.

Spike: *soft growl* Good. Hope you beat the hell out of it first.

Buffy: He didn't have a knife tonight.

Spike: *small snarl* Too bad. You coulda impaled him on it.

Buffy: Nah. Just your basic staking. *grins* Had a really nice jacket though. It's on the coat rack.

Spike: *laughs* You are pickin' things up from me, luv. Takin' souviners now, eh?

Buffy: Nah. He took it off before we started fighting. He was trying to be all intimidating. And it was just too nice to leave behind.

Spike: Hmph. I'll get you trained yet. *soft laugh*

Buffy: And I killed one demon of unnkown name.

Buffy: Kinda brownish with glowy eyes and a really long tail-thingy. I was trying to take a kid from the park. I swear, parents in the town are just...I have no words.

Spike: *cocks head* Looked kinda like a... monkey? Did it have... wings? I mean, really tiny, only good for gliding wings. Might've been wrapped around it's shoulders, lookin' like a feathered cape?

Buffy: Nope...no wings. But kinda a...really long tentacle, I guess it was? Wrapped around itself, like a peice of rope.

Buffy: It was kinda slimy when I pulled it off. *makes a face* Got all over me.

Spike: Yuck. *keeps rubbing her back and sides, sniffs at her hair* Took a shower since then, I see. *considers* Sounds like a... Bloody hell.. I can never pronouce the damn thing. Sounds like 'rat flies', but with a growl in the middle.

Buffy: Several showers, in fact.

Buffy: what did it want with the kid? Or was it just handy?

Spike: I think they prefer children for food. Got kinda small stomachs. Doubt it could finish an adult.

Buffy: Lovely.

Spike: *nuzzles his nose in her hair* You certainly are... *soft chuckle*

Buffy: *sighs* That was a nice think to say...

Spike: *small frown* Am I sensing a 'but'?

Buffy: thinig

Buffy: thing! *sigh* I hate typos.

Spike: *small chuckle* You and me both.

Spike: So? Was there a 'but'?

Buffy: There is, and it's a very nice one, but I can't reach it in this position...*eyes pop open* And I seem to be channeling Faith again. Just pretend I didn't say that, ok?

Spike: *is trying not to laugh* O.. okay..

Buffy: Thank you.

Spike: *clears his throat* Sorry.. I'm sorry. I never expect you to say stuff like that, luv... *chuckles*

Buffy: Well, I wasn't exactly expecting to say it myself. I really think that girl has found a way to talk through me.

Spike: *rubs the uninjured side of her ribs gently, while the other hand rubs the back of her neck* Developing an alter of your own, luv?

Buffy: *groans* Do NOT joke about this. It's crowded enough in here.

Buffy: joke about that, even

Spike: *snickers* Guess I'm spoiled, bein' an 'only alter'.

Buffy: Cute

Spike: *groans* You know, I'm tired of bein' 'cute'.

Buffy: *pouts* You are?

Buffy: *turns to face him* But...but you're so...cute! Cute is good! Guys can be cute! It's..oh. *grins* I think it's a different kinda cute than you're thinking.

Spike: *cocks head* There are different kinds of cute? Perhaps you can explain?

Buffy: When guys are cute, it means they're...yummy. Yummy is a good word. *grins* and you've always been yummy.

Spike: *raised eyebrow, small chuckle* Well... I do have a prefered term..

Buffy: Hmm?

Spike: *attempts to strike a pose* I prefer 'devilishly handsome', to 'cute', you see.

Buffy: Oh. *grins again* Well, it can mean that too.

Spike: *smiles* Well. That's good, then... *sighs, leans back a little* Now you, you're cute, and adorable, and all those words you keep usin' for me. *chuckles*

Buffy: 'kay. I can live with that. *leans back into him, grabs his hands from behind her and laces her fingers through them on her stomach* So...what do you want to do tonight?

Spike: This is good. *nuzzles her* And we've got the movie, but we've got that till Sunday. Plenty of time... *kisses the top of her head gently*

Buffy: Hmm...*turns and inches onto his lap* Can't we do this AND watch the movie?

Spike: Problem with that is, I've got to get up and put the tape in the vcr. *wraps his arms around her and pulls her the rest of the way onto his lap, hugging her gently*

Spike: And gettin' up is... how would you say it? Definitely not 'of the good'.

Buffy: Oh. *looks down at their hands for a minute* Well, if we're gonna do it, then, we should do it before we get too comfy. Are we gonna?

Spike: *sighs* Okay. I'll do it. Tiger's computer is actin' up anyway. She's got to turn it off and back on, so I'll get the movie and be right back. *kisses the top of her head* Keep the couch warm for me, okay, luv?

Spike: *puts the tape in the vcr and settles back on the couch* There.

Buffy: *crawls back into his lap, her back to his chest* Ok, this is a Meg Ryan romance, yes

Buffy: ?

Spike: *nods* Yep.

Buffy: 'Kay, for this we need popcorn. *leans forward and grabs the bowl off the floor* I popped it while you were upstairs getting the movie.

Spike: *grins* Ooh. *chuckles* You know.. once, when you were.. two summers ago, Dawn and I had regular movie/pizza/popcorn nights, while the others did the Scooby thing. More often than not, she'd wind up tossin' popcorn at me, and I'd chase her around the house.

Buffy: *looks up at him* But if I toss it at you, I can't eat it. *pops a piece into her mouth* and I wanna. I'm hungry. I just got back from partol when you came in. I didn't get to eat anything

Spike: *cocks head* You know, I could get up and make some dinner... well, heat up something, for you.

Buffy: And, like Faith used to say, patrolling tends to make you hungry and...*clears throat* never mind.

Buffy: No. Thanks. *pops another peice* This is good.

Spike: I think I know what she said. *chuckles* Not just Slayers, you know.

Buffy: *glares up at him* You coulda let it go. You coulda.

Spike: Naw, I couldn't. Still a part of me tryin' to be evil. *snickers*

Buffy: *grins* Good. A little evil can be fun.

Spike: *chuckles* Yeah... I guess. You've got a bit of a streak in you, too, you know.

Buffy: *frowns* Take that back! *eats another peice and mumbles around it* I do not...

Spike: *cocks head* Who keeps threatenin' me with torture if I don't tell you everything you ask? *raised eyebrow*

Buffy: I didn't threaten you with torture! I said I'd get you back if you poked me.

Spike: Yeah, but still. Same difference. And, besides, one poke doesn't warrent a pounce.

Buffy: I didn't say how I'd get you back. You're making assumptions.

Spike: Well, I asked you before how. You never answered me.

Buffy: *smirks* I was thinking more along the lines of changing into one of Angel's shirts that I sleep in to hang out with you *giggles at the look on his face*

Spike: *gives a small growl* You wouldn't. I'd never be able to relax.

Buffy: I would. If you poked me. *innocent look* I'd just be getting ready for bed. I sleep in 'em all the time. I have three. I like them...I like sleeping in silk. It's nice.

Spike: Prefer silk sheets m'self... *cocks head* If you've washed 'em, since he wore 'em, then the scent would be too vague to cause me any problems.

Buffy: *giggles* Who says I have?

Spike: *groans and leans his head back* Luv... yuck.

Buffy: Ok, so I have. But that's not the point.

Spike: *stares at the ceiling* You still think you don't have an evil streak, pet?

Buffy: I don't! I'm talking about wearing a...a shirt! Which, actually, is starting to sound really appealing. *looks down at the glittery blouse she's wearing* This is starting to itch. I just liked the glitter..but it's starting to bug me now.

Spike: *moves a hand to scratch at his stomach* Me too, a little. *small chuckle*

Buffy: Oh. Sorry. *turns in his lap and grins* I just got an interesting idea.

Spike: *glances at her* Oh? What? And should I be worried?

Buffy: I was just thinking...if me wearing Angel's shirt would bother you..*starts to unbutton his shirt* Then it's only fair that you offer an alternative.

Spike: *blinks, small chuckle* Okay.. So you expect me to sit here, shirtless, and just.. give you the shirt off my back? *small grin*

Buffy: *widens eyes innocent ly* You mean you don't have a t-shirt on underneath? *finishes unbuttoning the shirt and grins as she pushes it off his shoulders*

Spike: *sits up and lets her pull it off* Have you ever known me to wear a tee shirt under a shirt that I actually BUTTONED?

Buffy: *shrugs* I guess I didn't think about it. *Grins and pulls her blouse over her head* Ok, gimmie.

Buffy: *slips the shirt over her shoulders and pulls the collar in front of her face, breathing his scent in* So, is this gonna bother you, or should I go upstairs and get one of Angel's?

Spike: *small smile* Not botherin' me one bit. But.

Buffy: But?

Spike: *glances down at himself* I am suddenly worried that you're gonna take advantage of this... I don't want you ticklin' me, unless you ask first, okay? Really catch me off guard like this, and I'm liable to toss you across the bloody room. *playful grin*

Buffy: Oh. *glances down at him and trails a finger down his chest* No, tickling wasn't what I was thinking. *clears throat and turns back to the TV, snuggling her back into his chest again* Can you grab the blue blanket? It's at that end. *waves towards the arm of the couch.*

Spike: *pulls the blanket off the arm and throws it over them* *grins* And what exactly WERE you thinkin', luv?

Buffy: *shakes head and points at the TV* It's started.

Spike: I still wanna know. *chuckles*

Spike: Even though I think I've guessed.

Buffy: *points determinedly at the TV* Movie

Spike: *snickers* Fine... whatever.

Buffy: Thank you. *snuggles back into him and curls her legs up under the blanket* You didn't even notice that I'm wearing new jeans *pouts*

Spike: Just cause I didn't mention, doesn't mean I didn't notice, luv. *nuzzles her gently, wrapping his arms around her and linking his hands around her waist*

Buffy: *looks down at his hands and laces her fingers through his* They have little railroad tracks all along the cuffs and pockets. *shrugs* I looked for ones with just spikes, but they didn't have any.

Buffy: But I thought these were cute. And they were on sale.

Spike: *jaw drops slightly* Wait a minute.. are you sayin', you bought new jeans that... made you think of me? *blinks, ducks head* Or am I assumin' again?

Buffy: *rolls eyes* Yeah, you're assuming. Because, I know so many guys named spike, that these could be for anyone. And we both know how much clothing I have decorated with something cheesy like railroad tracks.

Spike: *squeezes her gently, soft chuckle* Oh. *nuzzles her* Thank you.

Buffy: They weren't for you. *shrugs* I saw 'em, and I...*sighs* I didn't look for the spike-y ones until I'd seen these, but they didn't have any...and these were....*shrugs again* nevermind. *clears throat and glances at the screen* I hope you've been paying attention, because I haven't.

Spike: *shrugs* Like I said, we have the movie till Sunday. No need to be payin' attention so early on. *nuzzles his nose into her hair, sniffing a little* Besides, I'd rather pay attention to you...

Spike: *said into her hair* You.. changed shampoo again..

Buffy: *shrugs* You seemed to like the other one, and it was on sale too..and Danw bought her own stuff this week from some babysitting jobs so I had a little extra money...*bites lip*

Spike: *nuzzles and sniffs some more, inhaling deeply* I like this, too.... *purrs softly*

Buffy: *frowns* I thought this WAS the one you liked. *looks up at him* You said you liked the vanilla...before, when...

Spike: *smiles* It is, luv... You know, you don't have to buy stuff cause I like it. *gently kisses her forehead* But it is cute..

Buffy: I wasn't...I just...saw it, on sale, and it might have occured to me that you...but I didn't. *looks up at him* I didn't.

Spike: Oh. *looks at the tv* Okay.

Buffy: *nods* 'Kay. *pauses, then in a quiet voice* DId you like the apples better?

Spike: *small shrug* Actually, I like the vanilla better... Has a kind of.. soothing quality. Whereas the apple is kind of.. exciting, I guess.

Buffy: *smiles and looks down at their hands* Good.

Spike: *is stroking his thumbs over the back of her hands softly, quiet, contented sigh, soft purr*

Buffy: *closes her eyes and turns her head to nuzzle his chest* *sighs* Can you turn it down a little.

Spike: *cocks head, grabs the remote* Why? I didn't think it was too loud.

Buffy: *shrugs* It's intrusive, kinda. I don't know. *snuggles back into him a little and breathes out slowly* Hmm. You're warming up again. *pulls the blanket around them tighter*

Spike: Seems to happen when you're around, luv. *small yawn, turns down the volume of the tv*

Buffy: Thank you. *looks up at him as he yawns* Bored?

Spike: Relaxed.

Spike: This is rapidly becomin' my favorite thing in the world, luv. *smiles*

Buffy: *mumbles* Me too.

Spike: *volume of purring increases, nuzzles her, then rests his cheek against the top of her head, absently looking at the tv*

Spike: Luv?

Buffy: Hmm? *opens yes* Yeah?

Spike: *small smile* Oh. You were sleepin'. I'm sorry.

Buffy: Nah. Just kinda...ok. I was sleeping. But it's fine. *yawns* I don't wanna sleep right now. Just as long as you don't wake me by poking me.

Spike: *chuckles* And risk payback while I'm like this? Not gonna happen, pet.

Buffy: Hmm. *smiles and nuzzles his chest again* I like you like this.

Spike: *soft chuckle* I noticed. And I like you layin' on me like this... bein' close, holdin' you.. I've got that floaty feelin' again.

Buffy: *shifts slightly and grins* Is that what's against my ass? A floaty feeling?

Spike: *small chuckle* Might be part of it. I'm tryin' to relax... Not havin' much success, but tryin'.

Buffy: *crosses legs under the blanket and shifts again, snuggling back* What's going on with the movie?

Spike: *cocks head* Well, that poor guy just fell down an empty elevator shaft...

Spike: I think he's okay, though.

Buffy: Which guy

Buffy: Spike?

Spike: *blinks* Ooh. Sorry. Dozed off for a second.

Spike: The guy that brought Leo through the time hole in the first place.

Buffy: Oh. *squints at the screen* Which one's that?

Spike: The guy in the ninteenth century attire is Leo. And the guy bein' loaded into the ambulance is Stewart, who fell down the elevator shaft.

Buffy: ok

Spike: *nuzzles his nose into her hair and takes a deep breath* Have I mentioned that I really like vanilla?

Buffy: *smiles* Actually, no. *closes eyes* You do?

Spike: *sniffs again* Yeah... Really, really like it... And when it's mixed with the lovely scent that's just... you, it's even better.

Buffy: Oh. *snuggles back again and pressed her thighs together a little more, curling on foot underneath the other* What do I smell like?

Spike: There's this.. great mixture of Slayer scent, which is supposed to frighten me, but never really has, and just... you. I don't know how to discribe it to someone without a doglike sense of smell. Except that it's.. relaxing, and exciting at the same time.. It's just.. you, luv. No words for it.

Buffy: Oh. *starts to play with the skull on his finger and smiles* Is it nice

Buffy: ?

Spike: Better than nice. Invigorating... *small shrug* Like I said, don't realy have words for it.

Buffy: *nods* Ok. I was just wondering.

Spike: *keeps rooting his nose around in her hair, purring louder* M'not botherin' you, am I, luv?

Buffy: *shakes head* Not even a little bit. It's nice. Not as good as a scalp massage...*sighs* But close. Very close. *turns head and nuzzles his chest a bit* It's nice

Spike: *chuckles* You hintin', luv?

Buffy: *shakes head* No. I like this.

Spike: *nuzzles some more* Good.. me too..

Buffy: Spike?

Spike: Yeah, luv?

Buffy: Unless you want a repeat of last night, I think you should stop purring for a little while.

Spike: *small chuckle, stops purring* Well... I wouldn't be totally against it. I slept better today than I have in weeks. But... *small chuckle*

Buffy: *sighs* Don't laugh at me. *groans* Actually, don't laugh, period for a few minutes.

Spike: *blinks, bites back a chuckle* Okay.. I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes.

Buffy: *bites lip and crosses legs together a little bit more* OK.

Spike: *closes eyes, leans head back against the pillow with a quiet sigh*

Buffy: *stiffens at the sigh and muffles her voice in his chest as she shudders*

Spike: *holds extremely still, small, almost.. chirpy sound*

Buffy: *breathes hard and burrows into his chest some more* *muffles voice* Sorry.

Spike: Don't apologize, luv. S'ok. *small smile* I suppose I should feel flattered by this.

Buffy: *still breathing hard but manages a nod*

Spike: Is it safe for me to touch you now, or are you still teeterin' on the fence? *cocked head*

Buffy: Not teetering. Fell. Definitly fell.

Spike: *chirpy sound* Oh.. You know, I am feelin' flattered by this.

Buffy: *frowns into his chest but doesn't look up* What's that sound you keep making?

Spike: Wha- Oh. I'm chirpin'. It's a strictly male vamp noise, luv. You've heard it before... or maybe you just weren't payin' attention.

Buffy: I have?

Buffy: *looks up at him, Bambi eyes to the fore* What's it mean?

Spike: That I love you... *chagrined smile* And that I'm a bit worked up.

Buffy: Oh *burrows back into his chest, but grins* Well, I already knew that,....*shifts against him again and bites her lip* I have GOT to learn not to do things like that...

Spike: *soft chuckle* Oh, why not?

Buffy: *glances up at him* In case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda needy these days. And it's,...*sighs and mumbles* it's been a while, and apperantly, it's really easy to set me off...

Spike: *small grin* Yeah. I think I've noticed. I'm tryin' to refrain from purrin', or gigglin', or anything else, but I can't seem to help it.

Buffy: *eyes widen, looks up sharpley* do NOT giggle. Don't. I mean it.

Spike: *bites his lip, small snicker* I'm tryin', luv. But you're comin' close to settin' me off.

Buffy: *closes eyes* Please? This is embarressing. And frustrating. Do you know how long I was in the shower last night? *eyes fly open* I did NOT just say that out loud. *brings arms up and burrows back into his chest* God..

Spike: Okay.. Sorry. I'm gonna be totally quiet. I learned how recently. *closes eyes again*

Buffy: OK. Good. Quiet is good.

Buffy: *sighs* Spike?

Spike: *opens one eye* Yeah?

Buffy: You can still hold me....if you want to.

Spike: *smiles, slips his arms around her* Of course I want to. Just be careful, luv. Don't hit any of my on switches if you don't want me to purr, okay?

Buffy: *nods against his chest* ok.

Spike: *tightens his arms around her comfortably, eye closes again*

Buffy: *opens one eye and glances at the TV* It's still on?

Spike: *quietly* Guess so... Not really payin' attention. Concentratin' on bein' quiet... and calmin' down.

Buffy: *shrugs* I just noticed, is all. *closes eyes again, but snakes a hand between them* Want help calming down?

Spike: *eyes pop open, small grin* Luv, we're gonna wind up doin' laundry in the middle of the night at this rate.

Buffy: *shrugs* Ok, if you don't want me to... *moves the hand back up his chest*

Spike: I didn't say that.

Spike: I just mentioned that we seem to be doin' alot of laundry lately.

Spike: *blinks* But, with you in that position.. It's probably not a good idea. You're sittin' on me.

Buffy: *bites lip and shifts, trying to cross her legs a bit harder* This is bad becuase? *looks up at him*

Spike: *slow smile* You know, this might work for both of us, but then I don't know what to do about you gettin' worked up again.

Buffy: Slightly confused, but listening. *lays head back on his chest and sighes*

Spike: *cocks head, considering* Well, you know that... when you get goin', I start movin'. I can't help it. I"m gonna buck, you know it. If you shift slightly, this might work for both of us at once, without actual... contact bein' involved. Cause, I have to say, you breathin' on my chest isn't really helpin' the attempts to calm down.

Buffy: *looks up at him for a minute* Right. Because, contact is bad... *looks down at them* Ok, shift how?

Spike: *reaches down, moves her legs so that she's basically straddling him* Like this, so when I move, you feel it.

Buffy: *moans and little and takes a deep breathe* Right. OK. *snakes a hand down between them and runs it down him.*

Spike: *eyes close, draws in a deep, almost shuddering breath*

Buffy: *starts a slow stroking rythm and drops her head against his chest* oh. *takes another calming breath and tighens her legs around his hips*

Spike: *deep purr rumbles from his chest, bucks slightly against her*

Buffy: *stops for a moment and grabs his hand, guiding it between them* Not fair. I touch you, but you don't touch me? *Looks up, breathing hard*

Spike: *small nod, half opened eyes* Yeah... *swallows, begins moving again, hand finding the proper place* Your... jeans are.. damp from earlier, luv... *swallows again*

Buffy: *moves her hand back down to him and nods, but breaks eye contact and leans back into his chest* You're right. I'm sorry. Just forget it...*starts the stroking motion again, rocking with him a bit*

Spike: *bucks against her, but doesn't stop his own hand* No... I want to.. *eyes flash gold, purring growl, arches against her*

Buffy: *pushes down onto his hand, squeezing him* *whispers into his chest* harder...

Spike: *obliges, growl/purring loudly, bright blue eyes with flecks of gold lock on her face, bucks hard, almost snarling*

Buffy: *strokes harder involuntarily and shudders against him, squeezing her legs around his hips and pressing her forehead into his chest*

Spike: *snarls louder, not angry, definitely, purring becomes extremely loud, presses hard against her, both with hand and hips, a low roar building in his throat*

Buffy: *whispers* So close. *Looks up and meets gold eyes with her own, pressing her forehead to his and stroking faster* *rubs her nose against his*

Spike: *breathes hard, lets out the roar, bucking against her hard one last time, the roar sounds like her name...*

Buffy: *mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Presses down on his hand harder and her breath starts coming in hitches*

Spike: *pants, moves exactly as he knows she needs, makes his purr louder* *whispers* C'mon, luv.... for me.. come on...

Buffy: *whimpers and buries her face in his neck, shaking a little...holds on tighter with her legs and starts to rock hard against his hand

Spike: *growls softly, pushes against her, kisses the top of her head* *quietly* I love you, Buffy..

Buffy: Oh! *stiffens and shudders against him, biting into his neck without realizing it to muffle the sound, (doesn't break the skin) and pushes into his hand*

Spike: *growls loudly, his own body spasming in response to hers and the bite, continues his movements*

Buffy: *stops shaking, but keeps shuddering a bit. Realizes she's biting min and lets go, but doesn't move away, still rocking against him a little*

Spike: *is breathing slightly hard, moves his head a little, nuzzling her, purring deeply* Doin' better, luv?

Buffy: *pants hard and whimpers a bit* What?

Spike: I asked if you were feelin' a bit better... *nuzzles again, is still moving his hand*

Buffy: *keeps rocking, slowly* Hmmm

Spike: *other hand begins rubbing her back, kisses the top of her head, purrs softly* That a yes, or a no?

Buffy: *mumbles* Can I get back to you? *keeps rocking, and takes a calming breath, trying to stop the shaking*

Spike: *keeps rubbing circles on her back with one hand, the other never stopping it's motions* S'ok... Take your time... *swallows* M'still breathin' a bit... hard m'self.

Buffy: *bites lip and rolls head back, still rocking* If you're going to stop, do it now.

Spike: *pulls his hand from between them* Just tryin' to help, s'all... Almost forgot 'bout Slayer stamina.

Buffy: *nods, still breathing hard and leans against him again*

Spike: *nuzzles her, bringing the hand up to join the other one on her back, hugging her gently, closes his eyes for a moment*

Buffy: *smiles, still breathing hard, but calming down* You're still purring

Spike: *small chuckle* Don't think I'm gonna be stopin' anytime soon, luv..

Buffy: *sighs and snuggles closer, tracing patterns on his chest* Is it because of you, or me?

Spike: Always about you, luv... *kisses the top of her head* Always.

Buffy: *shakes head* Not that. I mean, what we just did. Are we holding back for me, or for you?

Spike: *blinks slowly* I can't answer that for you, luv... I know I'm still.. kinda scared. And I feel stupid for it, but that doesn't change it.

Buffy: *nods* 'Kay. *snuggles closer and closes eyes, still breathing kinda hard*

Spike: *sighs softly* Luv?

Buffy: Hmm?

Spike: I'm gonna be right back. Tiger needs to shut the computer off and back on again. *sighs* Piece of junk...

Spike: *small smile* Although, it was nice of her. It started skipping like this fifteen minutes ago...

Buffy: *looks up and frowns* Oh. *clears throat* Yeah. ok. *avoids his eyes and stands up so he can leave*

Buffy: ok. *nods and starts picking at the polish on her nails.

Buffy: *

Buffy: *sits down and waits.*

Spike: *comes back and sits on the couch* Sorry, luv. Hopefully, we won't have to do that again. *small smile*

Buffy: 'Kay *keeps picking at her nails*

Spike: *ducks his head* Luv? Are you mad at me?

Buffy: *shakes head and starts pikcing at the other hand*

Spike: *blinks* Want help with that? Some polish remover? And, if you're not mad at me, why won't you look at me?

Buffy: *shakes head and dropps her hands into her lap but doesn't look up.* I'm not mad.

Spike: *scoots over toward her* Then why won't you look at me?

Buffy: *just shakes head and closes her eyes, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear and serupticiously wiping her eyes.*

Spike: Buffy... *moves closer, tries to put his arm around her* Luv... don't cry...

Buffy: I'm not. *sniffles a little and shakes her head* I'm not.

Spike: Yes.. you are... *pulls her to him gently* Luv.. talk to me here... Before you get me cryin'.

Buffy: *sniffles again* I'm NOT crying. *wipes eyes again and bounces both heels* I'm not.

Spike: *gently wipes her eyes* Okay.. You're not cryin'. So. Want to tell me why you're... leaking?

Buffy: *glares at him for a minute and then shakes her head* No *sniffles and looks back down at her feet* No. *starts shaking her head*

Spike: *rubs her back with one hand, gripping one of her hands with his other one* Okay... It's okay... I wish you'd talk to me, luv...

Buffy: *laughs soflty and sniffles again* I do. Just not when I'm gonna say something really, really dumb.

Spike: Luv... It's me. I've said too much dumb stuff to hold it against anyone else. Just tell me what's on your mind.. Please? *presses a gentle kiss to her temple*

Buffy: Well...you left. Right after. ANd I just realized, the only person who was ever there after, besides that one morning with us, was Riley. And he ended up going to vamp whores. So...it suddenly occured to me. *sniffles again* It's me, isn't i? I mean, I'm doing it...whatever it is. Or..not doing it. *sniffles again and wipes eyes*

Spike: *pulls her tight to him* Oh no.. luv.. No. And, when we were.. last year, I was always there. You were the one who left, remember? *nuzzles her lovingly* I didn't have a choice about leavin' just then, and I came back. I love you. *small growl* Computer or no computer, I'm never gonna do that again. Tiger can live with the damn problem.

Buffy: *shrugs* It's not your fault. God, even Parker wasn't there, and I'd be willing to bet that he at least stays the morning after with his other...conquests. *sniffles and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear* I just wich someone would let me know what I'm doing so I can...I dunno, fix it? *looks up at him and sniffles again* It is fixable, right? I mean, it's not just something about me?

Buffy: It's something I can change?

Spike: Buffy, there is NOTHING wrong with you. Nothing. Those other wankers... they were probably intimidated by your strength. I wasn't kidding when I asked you if you bruised that Parker wanker. But, unlike the others, *I* am not intimidated by you. Never have been, never will be. I love you will all my heart and soul, and I swear to you, there's nothing wrong with you at all.

Spike: *small grin* In fact, to me, the strength and possible danger is a bit of a turn on.

Buffy: *bounces her feet a little and sniffles again* But you left. I mean, any other time, ok...but the timing was...*shakes her head and looks back down at her feet*

Spike: Luv... that wasn't my idea. Really. I didn't WANT to leave. I'm really, really, reeeaaallllyyy sorry.

Spike: And I'm back, now. And I'm not goin' anywhere.

Buffy: *sniffles again* ok. *bites lip* You're sure?

Spike: *vehment nod* Yes. Totally and completely. I'm all yours, luv. *smiles*

Spike: And, you might notice that, even though I was gone, I didn't bother gettin' another shirt. I was too busy hopping up and down waitin' for the bloody thing to come back on.

Buffy: *leans into him and rests her head on his chest, closing her eyes and still snifling a bit, wiping at her eyes* I know. It's nice.

Spike: *purrs loudly, tightens his arms around her, nuzzles her hair gently* *whispers* I love you... M'never leavin'... ever...

Buffy: *sniffles, but smiles again* I'm holding you to that.

Spike: *smiles* Wouldn't have it any other way, luv. *gently kisses her temple again*

Spike: Feelin' a little better, now?

Buffy: *nods*

Spike: Good. *smiles* Want to play a game? M'tryin' to figure out what we can do.

Buffy: *scoots back into his lap and reaches for the blanket* My vote's on snuggling, but if you wanna play a game too, we can.

Spike: *grins* Good... Ever heard of Deepest Secret? Don't worry, not as pryin' as it sounds.

Buffy: Nope. How do you play?

Spike: *sighs* I'm kinda scared that I"m suggestin' this. Harmony taught me this game...

Buffy: *raises an eyebrow* Now I'm scared

Spike: S'like Truth Or Dare, without the dare part. We start out with five points each, and take turns askin' each other questions. You can pass on any question at any time, but you lose a point. First one to lose all the points loses.

Spike: Just a way to pass time, and learn more about the other person.

Buffy: ok

Spike: *blinks* You mean it? You want to play? *leans back on the couch, pulls the blanket up around them, snuggling her close*

Buffy: *shrugs* sure

Spike: Okay. You go first. *nuzzles her gently*

Buffy: oh. *blinks* I ask firtst?

Spike: *nods* Yeah. Anythin'. Nothin's off limits.

Buffy: Ok.....Why were you hiding in the school basement?

Spike: *small shrug* I don't really remember. Don't remember much between when I got the soul, and when you saw me the first time... It's all really sketchy. I remember feelin' like I belonged in the dark.. and that was the darkest place I could find.

Buffy: *grumbles* And it had nothing to do with the fact that it was right on top of the hellmouth, litteraly?

Spike: Might be part of the reason I was drawn there, but, like I said, don't really remember.

Buffy: *nods* ok.

Spike: *considers* Hmm. What was the.. best day of your life? If you had to pick one.

Buffy: If I had to pick one? Honestly? *frowns then glances up at him* You're not gonna like this.

Spike: *sighs* Didn't say I had to like it, did I? C'mon.

Buffy: Ok. *takes a deep breath* The day I dove off that tower.

Spike: *blinks*

Buffy: I was in heaven, Spike. And that's why. I would have no idea...it was complete peace. And much as I'm now glad I'm back...that was....*sighs*

Spike: *quietly* Perfect.

Buffy: *snuggles deeper and sighs again* I told ya' you wouldn't like it.

Buffy: Yeah.

Spike: *small sigh, blinks* S'ok. M'learnin'. Your turn.

Buffy: Same questions

Spike: The best day of my life?

Buffy: yeah

Spike: *cocks head* You know, it's changed, since I got the soul. Used to be the night I killed my first Slayer. Now.... *sighs* I don't know. *blinks* No. Wait. I do. My seventh birthday.

Spike: My uncle gave me a book of Lord Byron's poetry, and this really fancy pen and a leather bound journal. Started me on becomin' the 'person' I am today... It was the first time someone had ever showed faith in me.

Buffy: *smiles* That's nice

Buffy: really nice. *grins up at him* sap

Spike: *rolls eyes* Yeah. I know. *chuckles* I'm hopeless.

Spike: *cocks head* Okay, my turn, right, luv?

Buffy: *nods*

Spike: Hmm. What's the stupidest thing you and Bit have ever fought over? Speakin' from the position of havin' younger siblings myself, I know it's a loaded question.

Buffy: *giggles* She stole Mr. Gordo!

Buffy: I wouldn't let her borrow a sweater I had just bought, so she stole Mr. Gordo and buried him in a box out back.

Buffy: I was ready to *kill*her

Spike: *chuckles*

Buffy: *glares* Are you laughing at me?

Spike: *small laugh* No. I'm laughin' at the mental image of you, chasin' after Bit, lookin' at her the way you used to look at me... The 'if looks could kill' look. *snickers*

Spike: All over a little stuffed pig. *small chuckle*

Buffy: HEY! That's a very important stuffed pig.

Buffy: *groans* TL's making me leave. *frowns* Something about litter boxes.

Spike: Are you gonna come back?

Buffy: *shakes head* Not before you'll hafta go.

Spike: *blinks* I bet I can get Tiger to extend my time. She's watchin' movies, anyway.

Buffy: Wait...when do you have to go?

Spike: Around three or four Houston time. That's in nearly three hours.

Buffy: Ok, well, this should only take about fifteen minutes...twnety at the most. They're just all spread out.

Buffy: OH! Ok, then yes. *smiles*

Buffy: I'll be back, then. You'll be here?

Spike: *grins* Good. Spend your time thinkin' up a good question for me, then.

Buffy: OK

Spike: I'll be here, luv. Not goin 'anywhere.

Buffy: *gets up and heads upstairs.*

Spike: *opens eyes and stares at ceiling, a small smile on his face*

Buffy: *flops down next to him and grins* Whatcha thinkin'?

Spike: *chuckles softly* I was rememberin' some of the stuff Tiger's put me through recently. *smiles* And welcome back.

Spike: Told you I'd be here. *grins*

Buffy: *lifts a hand in front of his face, holding a chocoloty-cookie-brownie- fudge thing* TL's husband made congo bars. I snagged one for you.

Spike: *eyes widen excitedly* Ooh. Give it. *reaches for the bar*

Buffy: *holds it up and away and mock glares* Eat it slowly. There's, all together, like a pound of sugar and butter in a batch of these things, without the chocolote. The last thing I need is a hyper vampire bouncing all over the house.

Spike: *licks lips* Okay.. no bouncing. Got it. Hand it over.

Buffy: OK. *holds it in front of his mouth and grins*

Spike: *chuckles, takes a bite, eyes close as he chews* Mmmmmm....

Spike: *swallows* Ooh. *grins* Intend on feedin' me the rest, luv?

Buffy: Yep. *moves it closer to him and smiles wistfully*

Buffy: I'd make these for all of us, but Nooooo...TL says it's a family recipe, and she won't tell.

Buffy: *pouts*

Buffy: But I got one already, so I'm happy.

Spike: *smiles, takes another bite, chewing slowly, swallows* These are great... *grins* I'm feelin' priviledged. *chuckles* No other Scooby gets one.

Buffy: *shakes head* Nope. Not-a-one.

Spike: *chuckles softly* Goody. *takes the last of it, chews and swallows* Mmm.

Spike: *smiles* You gonna make feedin' me a habit, luv? You've been doin' it an awful lot lately.

Buffy: *shrugs and smiles innocently* Gotta make sure you're back on your feet ok.

Spike: *chuckles* At the moment, I'm flat on my back. *cocks head* While you were gone, I was havin' the weirdest craving... *shakes head*

Buffy: For...? *giggles and kneels down the the floor next to his head and grins down at him*

Spike: *smiles at her* You probably wouldn't believe me... *chuckles softly* I swear I was havin' a cravin' to be tickled... So I started goin' over one of Tiger's tickle fics in my head. Just about got to the end when you came back. *shakes head* I told you it was weird.

Buffy: *grins broadly* You need to be tickled? Why didn't you say something? *trails a finger down his bare chest and bites her lip* You know I'd be more than HAPPY to help 'ya out...

Spike: *chuckles softly* I'm almost scared to let you, luv... *is grinning, though*

Buffy: Almost? *starts tickling his stomach with both hands* LET me??

Spike: *yelps, tries to jerk away from her hands*Aaaahhh! BUffy! I said.... WARN MEEEeee!

Buffy: *innocently* Oh! I thought I did...oh well...*moves hands up his sides, leans forward and blows a rasbury in his stomach*

Spike: *squeals loudly* BuFFFFYYYY!!! *laughs uncontrolably, squirming*

Buffy: *bites the skini just above his belly-button, then ducks her tongue into it and blows, trailing her tickling-fingers up and down his sides* yes?

Spike: *waviering shriek* OooAAAHAHAHaha! Stoooppp! *jerks around on the couch* Oooh! Not FAAAIIR!!

Buffy: *lifts head and frowns at him, stopping her hands* Not fair? What's not fair?

Spike: *pants* Usin'... your tongue.. that's torture... *grins and chuckles* M'not sayin'... I don't like it.. but still...

Buffy: *makes a silly face* Torture? That's not what you used to say... *starts tickling with both hands again* You used to LIKE when I used my tongue....*leans forward and licks at the spot just above his bellybutton again*

Spike: *giggles helplessly* I didN'T say I... *squealing laugh*... Didn'T LIKE.... *yelp* IT!!

Buffy: Did so. *blows another rasbury and nuzzles her nose into the ticklish spot in the middle of his stomach* Did so...said it was torture. Not a nice thing to say. *blows a rasbury again and then lets her hair drag across the soft skin* take it back.

Spike: *keeps giggling, interrupting himself* I.. meant.. it in a.... good WAY! *squirms reflexivly*

Buffy: *shakes head, causeing the hair to tickle his stomach more, and starts moving her hands up and down his sides* That's NOT taknig it back.

Spike: *squeals* If... I take it.. back... you'll stop.... *wave of giggles*

Buffy: Or...*grins* I might move to your feet. *blows another rasbury and bites at the skin above his belly button again*

Spike: *jerks and giggles* Oh... no... don't...

Buffy: You sure? *lets go of his side with one hand and reaches down to his bare feet, trailing her fingers across the bottom*

Spike: *jerks his leg and squeals* Nooo! Can't... stand that....

Buffy: Really? *grins and lets go of him, moving with Slayer speed to sit on his legs, facing his feet* That's interesting... *holds his legs still with hers and starts on the bottoms of his feet* But they're such nice feet...

Spike: *howls with laughter, trying to yank his legs from beneath her* NNoooo AAAAhahahahaha! SSTTOOPPP!!! *squealing giggles*

Buffy: *lets go of the right foot to hold the left ankle and focuses on his arch* Really, really cute feet. How did I not notice this before?

Spike: *curls his toes desperatly* Aaahhh!! Pleaaaaassee!!!

Buffy: *switches feet and tickles from the ball to the heel and back* *in a deceptivley innocent voice* Better?

Spike: NNOOOO!!! *jerks legs, even though he knows it won't work* BufffYYYYYY!! Noot thaaat!!

Buffy: But, so cute! Really cute feet. *doesn't let go, but moves slower, straying all over the bottom instead of a straight line* Especially here. *moves to the toes for a mintute before tickling back down*

Spike: *screeches* Baaacckk! Sttaaay bacckk from theeerrree! *giggles helplessly, curling his toes in a vain attempt to defend himself*

Buffy: *sighs and lets go of the foot, sliding back onto the floor* Fine, fine. *pouts* But they're really cute feet...*trails her fingers along the bottom of one again*

Spike: *jerks, still giggling* *gains composure, sort of* I meant... my toes. Stay away from there... *pants, head dropping back onto the cushions*

Buffy: Oh...*looks down and trails her fingers over his toes* Here?

Spike: *giggles* Ooohhh... When.. am I gonna.. learn that.. sayin' "stop" to you.. means "by all means.. continue"?

Buffy: *giggles and does it again, across both feet this time* I have no idea, but I'm sure you'll get it sometime.

Spike: *closes his eyes tightly and giggles, bending his knees and trying to pull his feet out of her reach*

Buffy: Hey! *Grabs a leg with one hand and attacking it with the other* That's not nice!

Spike: *squeals loudly*AAAHH!! *disolves into helpless giggles*

Buffy: Is the top ticklish too? *moves the hand up and starts running it up to his ankle and back down to his toes*

Spike: *snickers and giggles* BUfffffyyy!

Buffy: *grins* I'll take that as a yes. How about the ankles? *starts circling his ankle and running the hand up the back of his calf under his jeans*

Spike: *jerks, giggles more* I... told you.. everywhere... I meant.. it..

Buffy: Oh. ok. *lets go and rests her chin on his stomach, looking up at him*

Buffy: Hi. *smiles*

Spike: *pants slightly, grinning like an idiot* Hey... *small, leftover giggle*

Buffy: *reaches up and laces her fingers with his, closing her eyes*

Buffy: *sighs* We still have another hour, right?

Spike: *nods* Maybe more...

Spike: Hour and a half or so, Tiger says.

Buffy: *smiles* 'Kay.

Spike: *grins* She's a sucker for my puppy eyes, though, so I can probably pull longer.

Buffy: *giggles* TL keeps changing her alarm for the morning. At this point, she's given herself exactly half an hour to get ready before she has to leave for French in the morning, but she doesn't want to make me get offline. *snickers* I pouted at her.

Spike: *grins* Oooh. I fall for that one every time. *chuckles softly*

Spike: *moves a hand to stroke her hair* Thanks, by the way. *chuckles*

Buffy: *smiles and nuzzles into his hand* Mmmhmm...

Spike: *cocks head playfully* Like me pettin' you, huh, luv? Got some vampire in you somewhere?

Buffy: Hmmm...*closes eyes and lays her head back down* *mumbles* whatever you said. Sure.

Spike: *soft purr, delibratly rumbling from low in his chest* *small laugh* Okay, then. I might ask you to show me your fangs, sometime.

Buffy: Hmm? *opens her eyes* What?

Spike: *small snicker* Nothin', luv. Just somethin' you said.

Buffy: *closes eyes again and nuzzles the hand in her hair* I didn't say anything. What did I say?

Spike: I asked you if you liked me pettin' you, and if you had some vampire hidin' in you somewhere, cause vamps like that, too. You said 'whatever you said. Sure'. *soft chuckle*

Buffy: Oh. *makes a face* I like the hand. Doing whatever it's doing. I don't have any vampire in me that I know of, but then, you never know. I have a scar, and a tendency to bite during sex...*opens one eye and peeks up at him* as you know *closes the eye again* but I don't think that counts.

Spike: *grins* Probably doesn't count... Doesn't mean I don't like it, though. *gently rubs her scalp*

Buffy: "kay. *smiles and lifts her head into his hand*

Spike: *smiles softly* You like that, huh? *keeps rubbing*

Buffy: *hums and swallows* Uh huh.

Spike: *purrs softly* There. You did it.

Buffy: Did what?

Spike: That.. humming sound, that I think is like me purrin'.

Buffy: Oh. *nuzzles into his hand again and smiles* 'kay. You know I don't remember what you're talking about, right?

Spike: *chuckles softly* I told you, last night, that you made a sound that was like when I purr. That was it. And I'm guessin' you're not even aware when you do it, are you? *brings the other hand up to join the first in her hair*

Buffy: Hmm?

Spike: *soft chuckle* Guess not. *begins gently rubbing with both hands* And you call *me* a big cat?

Buffy: *bites lip and lifts head a bit into his hands* You are. Doesn't mean I'm not, too. *hums and opens her eyes* If you wanted to scratch, I might lick your hand *grins*

Spike: *chuckles softly* Really? Hmmm... *cocks head, considering* Sounds good... *starts gently scratching her scalp* You know, this is apparently another thing that Slayers and vamps have in common.

Buffy: Hmm? *closes her eyes again and lays her head down on his stomach, kissing it first.*

Spike: *purrs loudly* Yeah... *keeps up his gentle scratching* Take me for example. I've always had a thing for havin' my back, neck,... *grins* or scalp scratched gently. And I told you the other night what would happen if you scratched my ribs.

Buffy: *reaches a hand up and lightly scratches his ribs* I don't remember. What was it?

Spike: *left leg starts shaking slowly* Oohh.. That's it.. the 'puppy havin' it's tummy rubbed' impression... *eyes half close, but keeps up his scratching on her scalp*

Buffy: *giggles and kisses his stomach again* That's just neat. *stops scratching, smoothing her hand over the skin*

Spike: *purrs loudly* Yeah... that feels good, too, though...

Buffy: Hmm. *closes eyes and nuzles his stomach* Is there room up there for me, or do I have to stay on the floor?

Spike: *small smile* If you come up, you're gonna have to be on top, cause I'm too comfortable.. and slightly worn out, to move.

Spike: *gives a small yawn* C'mon up, luv... *helps pull her up on top of him, before resuming his actions in her hair*

Buffy: *hums* Much better. *lays head down on his chest, smoothing circles on his stomach and ribs*

Spike: *eyes half close, purrs loudly* Ooh... *pushes slightly agains her hands, nuzzles the top of her head* Now.. this is what I've been lookin' forward to all day... *sighs happily*

Buffy: Mmm hmm. *sighs and snuggles closer* *grins* Though, I happen to like what we did earlier, too.

Spike: *chuckles* Yeah.. that too... Unexpected, but... *smiles* I think we found a cure. You haven't seemed to be havin' that particular problem since then, right?

Buffy: *shakes head and grins up at him* I came too hard.

Spike: *chuckles softly* Well, cure, then. *small laugh* Same thin' happened to me, I suppose...

Spike: *sighs happily* All in all.. this has been a really great night... *small chuckle* I was really enjoyin' the ticklin', too.. Which is kinda suprisin'. Even though I did practically ask you to attack me.

Buffy: *giggles* Actually you didn't.

Buffy: You hinted broadly. *grins*

Spike: *laughs* Good point, luv... *small chuckle* You're learnin' my buttons fast, you know.

Spike: First the little spot at the back of my neck, then findin' out that I like bein' tickled, and now my ribs and stomach... I feel like your pet or something.

Buffy: Said the guy petting my head.

Spike: *chuckles softly* I like the feel of your hair, luv... Soft, silky... Relaxin' to touch. *smiles*

Buffy: "kay. *hums and snuggles closer*

Spike: *purrs louder* You did it again, luv. The hummin' thing, I mean.

Buffy: *mumbles* sorry

Spike: *blinks* Luv, don't apologize for that. It's one of the things I love about you... probably as much as you like my purrin'.

Buffy: *hums again* Good, because I don't think I know how to not.

Spike: *smiles* Hey, you think it's easy for me to turn off my purrin', luv? S'not.

Buffy: But you do. When I asked you to, you did.

Buffy: *frowns* How do you do that?

Spike: *chuckles* I have to swallow really hard to stop it, and then concentrate on something that won't make me start up again.

Spike: Usually, I think of an empty bag of marshmallows... *shrugs*

Buffy: *giggles* An empty bag of marshmallows? *giggles again* Ok, that is just adorable.

Spike: *sighs* And now I'm adorable again. *small chuckle*

Buffy: *nods* damn straight.

Buffy: My big, cuddly vamp. I think Cordy defined in once really well...'a care- bear with fangs'. *giggles and nuzzles into his chest*

Spike: *eyes open wide* A *what*? *moans* Ohhhhhhh.... Did you hear that sound? The really loud crash? That, my dear, was the sound of my crest falling, and the last shred of my reputation takin' a dive off the seventh street bridge.

Buffy: *giggles and bites lip* If it makes you feel better, she was talking about Angel at the time.

Spike: *sighs in mock defeat* Not really... Cause it means I've now officially gained poofter status.

Buffy: *looks up at him and frowns* And if you hadn't, as you put it, gained 'poofter status' I would *not* be snuggled up to you right now. I would be trying to kill you. Is that the preferable scenerio?

Spike: *pretends to consider*

Buffy: *glares* Fine. *sits up and moves to leave*

Spike: *sits up, grabs her gently* Luv, I was kiddin'. Just playin'. *nuzzles her, purring loudly* I don't mind one bit... and, my choice is definitely this... Fewer injuries.

Buffy: *crosses arms and looks away* I'm not sure I believe you.

Spike: *jaw drops slightly* Buffy... Come on, pet... *mutters* Man, I've really got to learn when it's okay to play and when it isn't... *louder* I love you, and, if I had a choice, I'd want to spend all my time for the rest of eternity just like tonight. Please don't be mad...

Buffy: *bites lip but a giggle gets out anyway*

Buffy: 'Kay. *lays back down and grins up at him*

Spike: *blinks* Oh.. you little... You're playin' with me. *mouth is open slightly* And I FELL for it!! *groans, letting his head fall back to the pillows*

Buffy: *giggles and snuggles back up, burrowing into his chest* *voice is muffled* I couldn't help it. You were pretending to chose being the big-bad over this. It was sitting *right there*! I hadda.

Spike: *playful grin* Where was it sitting? Right here? *pokes her waist gently*

Buffy: *jumps and glares at him* No. It might have been on your toes, though, if you're not careful.

Spike: *chuckles softly* Okay, okay. Truce.

Buffy: Good. *lays head back down and nuzzles his chest a little* The petting stopped. So did the purring. Why did the petting and puring stop?

Spike: *chuckles softly* M'not the only one who stopped pettin'... *resumes earlier actions, starts purring softly*

Buffy: *smooths her hand over his stomach again and starts rubbnig in circles* Dawn's gonna be staying home tomorrow night.

Spike: *small groan* Oh.. great. I'll stay in the basement... *sighs*

Buffy: We'll hafta be quieter. She'll be up in her room, studying for a test...I don't remember what subject

Buffy: No tickling. She'll hear us. I don't wanna get into this with her yet.

Spike: *nods resignedly* Okay...

Buffy: *lifts head* Basement? *hurt look* Is that how you want to spend the evening?

Spike: *blinks* No... I just want to be far from the danger of anger propelled text books that home in on my head.

Buffy: She has to study. She'll be upstairs all night.

Spike: *nods* Okay... I think we can do that. I can be quiet if you can be quiet, luv.

Buffy: 'Kay

Spike: Tiger says fifteen minutes. *chuckles*

Buffy: *sighs* Ok. Fine. *pouts* You HAVE to go?

Spike: In fifteen minutes... I might be able to guilt another half hour out of her. *grins*

Buffy: *sighs and snuggles closer* *voice is muffled in his chest* I'm not giving you back your shirt

Spike: All I have to do is start with how I'm soooo lonely, and you pay all this attention to me... and I've never been happier, and she caves. It's all true, though.

Spike: *smiles* Keep it. You need to start a collection of mine, till they outnumber Peac- Angel's.

Buffy: *giggles* I used to have more of them, but they seem to be dissapearing, and reapearing in Dawn's room.

Spike: *blinks* Does she know where they came from?

Buffy: *nods* She doesn't care. The girl has no sentiment. She just like's 'em because they're comfy.

Spike: *smal chuckle* Oh. Cause she once told me that she hated him.

Spike: Somethin' about always treatin' her like a baby.

Buffy: *rolls eyes* Yeah, well, she hated Riley too for the same reason. But I never saw her hug Riley, and everytime Angel showed up, she'd be the first one in line for hugs.

Spike: *small chuckle* Maybe it was the vamp thing... *slightly sad voice* She used to do the same thing for me... *sighs*

Buffy: I doubt it.

Buffy: She hates them when they leave.

Buffy: *clears throat* So, that she's pissed at you may have something to do with the fact that we found you gone.

Buffy: She has this thing about that. Can't imagine why. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that her father left, and so do all the men I'm with. *raises an eyebrow*

Spike: *sighs again* I know what it's about, Buffy. And we both know it's more than one thing. It's just that... I miss her. When she's in the same bloody ROOM I miss her. How pathetic and needy is that?

Buffy: She'll come around. *shrugs and smiles* Probably about the time I tell her that we're together. *lowers eyes and plays with his bellybutton as she says it, avoiding his eyes*

Spike: *huge smile* Buffy... you mean it? *shakes head* Yeah, of course you mean it... but... Really?? *has a really silly look of pure joy on his face*

Buffy: *lays her head on his chest and keeps looking down* Unless you don't want to be. I mean, we don't have to be...

Spike: *hands stop playing in her hair to wrap around her and hug her tightly* I want to I want to I want to!!! *blinks* Okay. I am now officially pathetic... and I don't care. *nuzzles her, purring louder than ever before*

Buffy: *smiles and nuzzles closer, wrapping her arms around him and sighing* Thank you

Spike: *keeps purring loudly* For what, luv?

Buffy: Saying that. I needed to hear it.

Spike: *nuzzles her gently, kisses the top of her head* Probably about as much as *I* needed to hear you say it, luv... God, I love you... *nuzzles again*

Buffy: *hums and snuggles closer, lacing her her legs between his*

Spike: *smiles softly* Good news... Tiger says thirty more minutes.

Buffy: *smiles into his chest* And how did you do that?

Spike: *smiles* I let her read the last couple of paragraphs. *chuckles softly*

Spike: She's a sucker for romantic fluffy stuff.

Spike: *nuzzles her* See? I'm not the only pushover you know.

Buffy: *shrugs* I know that. TL just reset her alarm again. She now will have fifteen minutes to get ready for class in the morning. *giggles* But that isn't my problem.

Spike: *mock indignant look* You were SUPPOSED to say, 'Spike, you're not a pushover. You're the Big Bad.' *manages it with a straight face... barely*

Buffy: *giggles* Ok.

Buffy: '"Spike! You're NOT a pushover. You're the Big Bad. The Big, Yummy Bad with the Really big *whispers into his ear*

Spike: *eyes go wide, jaw drops slightly, starts chuckling* Bloody hell... luv.. I love a compliment as much as the next bloke, but... I don't think that's possible where there's gravity. *smiles hugely, though*

Buffy: *grins* Is so. Slayer flexibility and all.

Spike: *chuckles softly* Yeah... but *I'M* not a Slayer... And it takes two for a manuver like that. I've got old bones, luv.

Buffy: *rolls her eyes* You're a vampire. You're in perfectly good shape, as proven by the fact that you've come very close to kicking my ass on several occasiions. *grins* and I happen to know that you are incredible flexable, if you'll recall.

Spike: Weeellll.... *grins* If the occasion calls for it, I suppose... I still have my doubts about that, though... Especially lately. Not up to full strength yet, luv.

Buffy: *smiles and snuggles back down, nuzzling his chest and smoothing her hand over his stomach* You will be.

Spike: *purrs loudly* Yeah... *grins* I will be... pretty soon, if I keep gettin' all this TLC. *rubs soft circles on her back*

Buffy: *wrinkles nose* Great. I'm the only one on earth who doesn't know what that means, aren't I?

Spike: *chuckles* Tender Loving Care, luv. *kisses the top of her head*

Buffy: Oh. *snuggles back down* Like this?

Spike: *contented sigh* Just like this... Everythin' you do, luv... I can almost feel myself gettin' up to full strength. *begins stroking her hair with one hand, still rubbing her back with the other*

Buffy: *sigh* Uhm hmm. *hums and starts rubbing a foot up and down his calf*

Spike: *purrs louder, nuzzles her, makes a contented noise in his throat*

Buffy: *mumbles* Wish I could go to bed like this. Don't wanna move.

Spike: *sighs* Me too.. But Tiger's startin' to get antsy... It's four thirty in houston... *groans* Isn't it always... just when we get nice and comfy, boom. Time to go?

Buffy: Hmmm?

Buffy: *sighs* What?

Spike: *nuzzles her* Luv, I'm sorry, I can't con anymore time out of Tiger...

Spike: S'four thirty in Houston.

Buffy: *looks up and pouts but nods* ok.

Buffy: *snuggles back in* That means I have to get up, doesn't it?

Spike: *small nod* Yeah.. and that I have to go... *an almost whimper*

Buffy: *sighs and pulls herself up, running a hand through her hair* Ok. I'm up.

Buffy: This is me, up

Spike: *sits up slowly, gently cups her cheeks in his hands and pulls her forward, planting a loving kiss on her lips*

Buffy: *opens her mouth and runs her tongue along his bottom lip*

Buffy: *sighs* Ok. Night.

Spike: *deep sigh* Yeah. Night. *small glare at Tiger* I'm bloody comin'. *sighs, back to Buffy* I love you. Tomorrow night?

Buffy: Yeah. I shoud be here.

Spike: *nods* Okay. And I'll remember about Nibblet, too.

Buffy: *leans forehead against his* Ok.

Spike: *bumps noses gently, small smile* Night, pet.

Buffy: Night.