Spike:
*small grin* Evenin', luv.
Buffy: Hi!
Spike: Hey. How're you doin'? TL said you're still a little sore.
Buffy: TL just bombed a purity test. 100% was angelic, 0% was devilish, and she got 31.75
Spike: *small chuckle*
Buffy: *shrugs* Most of them are scabbed over. The rest are healed...but the deeper ones still hurt. I'll be complety healed by tomorrow...or in a few hours, depending on how much I move around.
Spike: *small nod* Good. We'll be still... *smiles* I got something for you while I was out today.
Spike: Well, I had Tiger get it, but I thought you'd like it.
Buffy: *smiles* Really? You got me something?
Spike: *grins* Yep.
Buffy: *sighs* ANd TL Is going to see the bond movie tonight, I think, so I'll be leaving and then coming back later. Unless she decides not to go.
Spike: Ah. Well, we'll have to convince her to not go, then.
Spike: Want your present?
Buffy: Yes. Yes, I do. *smiles*
Buffy: And I think it's more convincing david.
Spike: *grins* I'll be right back, then. *leaves the room*
Buffy: ok
Spike: *comes back with his hands behind his back* Pick one.
Buffy: *frowns* If I pick the wrong one, do I not get the gift?
Spike: *grins* You'll have to pick and see...
Buffy: *pouts* No. I don't wanna
Spike: What if I tell you that there's something in each hand, and all you're determining is the order in which you get them.
Buffy: *peaks at him* Are you telling me that?
Spike: *smiles* Yes.
Buffy: OK. *bites lip, then points to his left hand* That one.
Spike: *pulls out a stuffed pig with a purple bow around it's neck* Meet Mrs. Gordo. *chuckles*
Buffy: OH! *grabs it and hugs it fiercly* Oh, she's so cute!!!
Spike: *smiles*
Buffy: *kisses it's nose* Oh, it's SO cute.
Spike: Glad you like it, luv.
Spike: *pulls out other hand, holding a single fire and ice rose* This is the other thing.
Buffy: *eyes soften* Oh. *looks up at him* How did you know?
Spike: *smiles* Lucky guess.
Spike: *hands it to her* Careful of the thorns, luv.. I thought I broke most of 'em off, but... *holds up his thumb with a bandaid on it* I apparently missed one once before, so...
Buffy: *frowns at the hand and then pulls it to her mouth and kisses the thumb*
Spike: *kind of a goofy grin* Oh. All better.
Buffy: *squints up at him* How come you're standing way up there?
Spike: *chuckles, sits on the couch near her* This better?
Buffy: *shakes head* No. You're still all the way over there.
Spike: *scoots right next to her and puts his arm around her* How about now? *nuzzles her gently*
Buffy: *pouts* Still kinda far away, but better.
Spike: *grins, slips his other arm around her and gently pulls her into his lap* Kinda needy tonight, aren't you? *smiles*
Buffy: *nods* Yeah. Justice was making rude comments about how I got these scratches.
Spike: *small growl*
Spike: Goddess or not, I'll hurt her.
Buffy: *rolls eyes* You do realize that you are not growling at the Goddess of JUSTICE, right? She's not evil. She's just rude sometimes.
Spike: She was rude to you. That means I get to count her on my 'things I CAN hit list'.
Buffy: *sighs* She's rude to everyone. She's rude to Love.
Buffy: That's just my excuse for being needy.
Spike: Ah. Mine is several pulled muscles and a cut on my stomach.
Buffy: What happened?
Spike: I was helpin' Tiger decorate, which meant, naturally, that I was the one elected to be in control when it came time to climb onto the roof.
Spike: Needless to say, she overestimated my natural ballance. I fell off the bloody thing, grabbed a hold of the gutter, nearly yanked my shoulders out of socket, then fell into a rose bush, where a very covenient thorn found it's way under my shirt.
Buffy: *sypathetic whimper. Slides off his lap and lifts his shirt, leaning down and placing tiny kisses along the cut*
Spike: *purrs* Aw, thanks luv...
Spike: S'not that bad, really. Roses seem to have a thing for me today. *small chuckle*
Buffy: *run a hand over it and kisses it again* But you got cut. And you took care of MY cuts...
Spike: *smiles* Wel... I'm not complainin', you know...
Spike: *purrs a little louder, one hand moves to stroke her hair gently*
Buffy: *starts to kiss her way up his stomach and chest, unbuttoning the shirt ahead of her mouth*
Buffy: *grins when she reaches his chin and sits back, yanking the shirt off him* I'll take that, thank you. *takes her own shirt off and slips his on, being careful of the scratches still on her breasts*
Spike: *small wince when he sees the now light pink, but still visable scratches, but keeps purring* *small chuckle* You could've asked... *grins* But I like your way better.
Buffy: *flips hair and starts to button the shirt back up* Me too. *leans over and lightly brushes her lips over his*
Spike: *purrs a little louder, helps her button the shirt* Is this gonna turn into a habit, luv? Cause I can get used to it.
Buffy: *nods* It is. Why do you think I had so many of Angel's? Your shirts *pokes his chest lightly* Equal my shirts.
Spike: *smiles* Okay, luv. It's fine with me, anyway. I might have to do some shopping soon, though. Or raid the laundry.
Buffy: Shopping. I can go with you. *nods* You need more red. You look really good in red.
Spike: *chuckles* I didn't know you liked it... Okay. Sure. I'd love the company.
Spike: *playfully* But how do you expect me to look good in anything, if you keep takin' my clothes?
Buffy: *giggles* You'll just have to buy more. I like 'em. THey're comfy. *pouts up at him* Don't you want me to be comfy?
Spike: *smiles* Of course I do, luv... And quit poutin'... Make me feel guilty and I didn't even do anything.
Buffy: *buries her head in his chest and mumbles* You're not holding me. Feel guilt.Feel shame.
Spike: *chuckles, wraps his arms around her and nuzzles against her, holding tightly, but not too hard* Better, luv?
Buffy: MMm...much.
Spike: *smiles* I agree. *rubs her back a little with one hand*
Buffy: *snuggles closer and runs up and down his back with both hands, making little circles* Can we just stay here for a while?
Spike: *smiles, purrs softly* Of course... I missed this... I was gonna bring you breakfast this mornin'.
Buffy: *pouts* I didn't know that.
Buffy: I was trying to escape before work, so I helped TL make more congo bars.
Spike: *small chuckle*
Buffy: I woulda stayed if I'd known you were gonna go all sweet and pamper-y
Spike: *nuzzles* Yeah, well... I never got to make it, anyway... Red cornered me in the kitchen.
Buffy: Oh. *eyes open wide* OH! *sits up and looks at him, worried* She didn't go all vien-y on you, did she?
Spike: *small head shake* Her eyes... kinda scared me, but hair and skin stayed normal... And she calmed down when I told her that you'd been hurt and I was just watchin' over you.
Buffy: Oh. Ok.
Buffy: *snuggles back in and looks down* That's what you told her? That I was hurt, and you were just watching me?
Spike: *shrugs slightly* I didn't know what I was allowed to say and what I shouldn't... I think she knows she scared me... feels bad about it too. She tried to kinda.. pat my shoulder before she left, and I didn't mean to flinch, but I did, and she looked sad... *sighs* I never know what to do anymore.
Buffy: That's not your fault.
Buffy: She doesn't like that she scares people. The coven in England was scared of her, too, and it really upset her.
Buffy: She's still trying to heal.
Spike: *small nod* I know how she feels.
Spike: I kinda... I want to talk to her... help, tell her that the hurt gets better with time... But I really suck at lying lately, so.. *small shrug*
Buffy: *shrugs* She's getting better. She just needs time.
Spike: Time is good. *nuzzles her, rubbing at the back of her neck a little with one hand* Look what time has done for us.
Buffy: Hmmm...*dropps head forwards and pushes into his hand a little*
Spike: *purrs softly* Oh, you like that, huh? *smiles*
Spike: *keeps rubbing gently*
Buffy: Could you rubb a tiny bit harder? There's a knot right there...
Spike: *begins rubbing a little harder, kneading at the knot* Like this? *smiles as he feels the knot loosening under his touch*
Buffy: Mmmhmm...*hums a little and snuggles closer*
Buffy: Apperantly the movie starts at 7:30, so I'm have to leave around 7. But I'll be back after, if you'll still be here.
Spike: Oh, I'll be here. We've still got about... two hours before that, huh?
Buffy: yeah.
Spike: Well, good then. *keeps rubbing till he feels the knot leave, then lightens a little* There. Knot gone.
Buffy: *mumbles* That doesn't mean you hafta stop....*lightly runs nails up and down his back, snuggling closer*
Spike: *purrs louder, keeps rubbing* Did I say that I was stoppin'?
Buffy: *still mumbling* got lighter
Spike: Ohhh. *rubs a little harder, starts rubbing up and down her spine with the other hand* Did you know that I love doin' this for you?
Buffy: *shakes head* You do? *looks up at him, nuzzling his chest* Why?
Spike: *smiles* Cause you like it.
Spike: And you make that little humming sound, and nuzzle me. So I get benefits, too.
Buffy: *grins and buries her face in his chest, breathing against him* If you pushed a little...*waits for his hand to brush the small of her back..* right there, I'd hum more.
Spike: *grins* Oh. I can do that. *begins rubbing a little harder, small circles on the small of her back with one hand, the other still working on the back of her neck*
Buffy: *hums and snuggles closer, moving to stradle him and wraps legs around him, pressing her face into his chest* Yes. Right there. God, that feels good. There's been a knot there all day...
Spike: *purrs loudly* Ooh. I'd have done this sooner, if I knew you'd get like this. *grins, keeps rubbing*
Spike: You know, one of these nights, you're gonna have to lay down and let me really give you a good massage.
Buffy: *nods* But not tonight. The scratches still hurt *hums some more and snuggles closer, breathing into his chest and arching her back*
Spike: *small nod, purrs a little louder, keeps rubbing* Got all the time in the world, luv... *nuzzles her*
Buffy: 'Kay
Buffy: *snuggles closer and hums, then winces, pulling back a little*
Spike: *nuzzles a little* Careful, luv... *small, sympathetic smile* You'll heal better if you stay still.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Besides, you can't get much closer, without crawling into my skin.
Buffy: I know. I just forgot that there was a scratch there.
Buffy: *looks up at him, pouting* But I wanna.
Spike: *smiles* You want to crawl into my skin? S'kinda crowded in here, you know.
Buffy: No, I wanna get closer. *leans forehead against his chest and tightens her hold*
Spike: *purrs deep and loud* Mm. Well... I'm not against it...
Spike: Uh oh..
Buffy: Hmm?
Buffy: *closes eyes and snuggles closer* You better not be about to tell me you have to go.
Spike: *winces* I'll come right back... There's a bit of an emergency here.
Spike: There's smoke comin' out of Tiger's kitchen...
Buffy: *sighs* fine. GO.
Spike: *ducks head* I'll be back before you have to go. I promise.
Spike: Try to talk TL out of leavin...
Buffy: ok
(PAUSE)
Spike: Back.. I'm back.
Buffy: *pouts* Took you long enough.
Spike: *pants slightly, sits down on the couch again* I may not have ever single handedly averted an apocolypse... But I did just avert a housefire...
Spike: I'm sorry, luv... *moves to pull her into his lap again* How can I make it up to you, luv?
Spike: Anything.
Buffy: *looks up and him and grins* Careful when you offer something like that.
Buffy: You never know what I'll ask for.
Spike: *chuckles* I know. I'm willin'.
Spike: C'mon. What do you want?
Spike: Anything that doesn't involve me goin' dusty or bein' set on fire.
Buffy: *bites lip.* Some of the scratches are still open. I was thinking you could close them...but they're the ones on my...*sighs* And you've been kinda uncomfortable with anything too...intimate. So, if you don't want to, that's fine. They just hurt.
Spike: *cocks head* Well... I suppose I could make an exception... I don't want you hurtin'.
Buffy: *lowers head and closes her eyes* You know what? Forget it. Don't. Let's just change the subjext.
Buffy: subject
Spike: Luv, I want to help you.
Spike: *small smile* To tell you the truth, luv... I don't think this would bother me. At all... I'm feelin' alot more comfortable lately.
Buffy: *peeks up at him* Are you sure? Because I think I opened one of them earlier, when I was...*laughs* 'trying to crawl inside you'.
Spike: *laughs softly* I'm sure, luv. In fact, I really want to... *blinks* I don't know if you should take that the way it sounded or not...
Buffy: I'm gonna. *grins, then frowns* UNless you don't want me to.
Spike: *chuckles* No. Go ahead... I think that's how I meant it, anyway. *shrugs* I'm confusin' myself, too. *chuckles*
Buffy: Ok. *slids off his lap and lays back on the couch*
Buffy: *looks up at him and smiles, shifting a little to pull him down next to her* We can snuggle, to.
Buffy: too
Spike: *grins* Mm. This keeps gettin' better and better.
Spike: *nuzzles her gently, slips one arm around her* M'glad you've got this huge couch, luv.
Spike: *one hand fiddles with the buttons on the borrowed shirt* Want me to do this now?
Buffy: *nods* Yeah. They really sting
Spike: *slowly unbuttons the shirt, giving a small wince when he sees the slightly oozing scratches* Looks like... three of 'em, luv. The rest have faded.
Buffy: *glances down* Three?
Buffy: I only felt one.
Spike: *small nod*
Spike: S'one... with two branches.
Spike: *cocks his head, eyes suddenly go gold, purrs quietly* Got good light in here... *smiles at her*
Buffy: *shifts slightly and winces* could you close them now?
Buffy: they really sting
Spike: *small nod* Sure. I have to vamp, you know.
Spike: *vamps, cocks his head one last time, then slowly leans forward, drawing his tongue slowly up the scratches, being sure to close them, his eyes closing in the process*
Buffy: *closes eyes and stifles a moan*
Spike: *finishes, pulls back, opening his gold eyes to look at her* How's that feelin', luv?
Buffy: *hums and nods*
Spike: *snuggles up to her side, nuzzling at her shoulder a little* Good...
Spike: *purrs loudly, moving to rebutton her shirt* Don't want you gettin' cold.
Buffy: I wasn't
Spike: *looks at her, a small smile* So, are you tellin' me to leave it?
Buffy: *bites lip and nods* It might heal better
Spike: *smiles* Okay... *takes the hand that had been about to button the shirt and begins rubbing small circles on her stomach*
Buffy: *hums and arches her back* You're gonna put me to sleep
Spike: *smiles* But you like this, right? And layin' down like this feels good to my pulled shoulders, so I'm gonna keep doin' this.
Buffy: ok
Spike: *hand finds it's way to her side, keeps rubbing gently, nuzzles against her, starts purring softly again*
Buffy: *eyes close* Don't feel that you ever have to stop.
Spike: Oh, I won't... *gently kisses under her ear* No time soon, anyway.
Buffy: *hums and turns her head, rubbing his nose* *opens her eyes and smiles sleepily* Hi.
Spike: *smiles softly* Hey, luv... *touches noses with her gently* Feelin' better?
Buffy: uh huh. *leans her forehead against his and sighs* Much
Spike: *purrs louder* Did you know that, resting foreheads together is a gesture of deep affection in vampires? S'why I keep doin' it.
Buffy: *nods* I knew.
Spike: *smiles* Oh, good, then. Glad you don't mind.
Buffy: *hums again* Not even a little bit
Spike: *soft chuckle* That's the sound. *rubs his hand up and down her side slowly*
Buffy: *shifts her hips a little so she's facing him, causeing the shirt to fall a bit* Spike?
Spike: *purring softly* Yeah, luv?
Buffy: *swallows and opens her eyes* Tell me you love me?
Spike: *smiles, touches foreheads again* I love you, Buffy. With all my heart and soul, I love you.
Buffy: *smiles and moves head closer so she's breathing onto his lips and rubs her nose on his again* I love you too.
Spike: *eyes close, purrs extremely loudly, muscles seem to go limp for a moment* I'm never gonna get tired of hearin' that...
Buffy: *lays back again and smiles up at him, running fingers through his hair*
Spike: *quietly* Do you know how much that means to me, Buffy? Hearing you say that you love me.. It's a dream come true.
Buffy: *smiles and swallows, blinking back a few tears* Isn't that a little cliche?
Spike: *small chuckle* I know... But I mean it.
Spike: *strokes her cheek with the back of his fingers* I really mean it.
Buffy: *nuzzles his hand and sighs* I wanna stay here. *looks up at him, frowning* You're gonna be here when I come back, right?
Spike: *nods* I'm gonna be here. I promise.
Spike: You've still got about ten minutes before you have to leave, right?
Buffy: Yeah. It'll be around ten-ish, I think. So thats, what, midnight there, right?
Spike: *nods* Yeah.
Buffy: *nuzzles into his hand again and closes her eyes* OK. Just as long as you'll be here.
Spike: *smiles* Tell you what, maybe I'll be upstairs. I think I need to work these cricks out of my back.
Buffy: OK.
Buffy: *turns on her side again and snuggles closer, hooking a leg over his and nestling into his chest, mumbling* Just be here. I don't wanna come back to you gone. Please?
Spike: I swear, Buffy. I will be here.
Spike: *wraps arms around her and nuzzles*
Buffy: You won't let Dawn scare you off?
Buffy: *hums and snuggles in closer, running a hand over the arm around her*
Spike: *smiles* You think I'd let Bit keep me from you? Sorely mistaken, luv.
Spike: I will be here.
Buffy: *mumbles* Good. *rubs her face on his chest and slips a leg between his, cradling one between hers* *sighs* Have I mentioned that I don't wanna go?
Spike: *nuzzles, moves a bit so that their stomachs are touching* Have I mentioned that I don't want you to, either?
Spike: You know, we outnumber TL... we can out vote her.
Buffy: *shakes head* No we can't. Her husband is tapping his foot in the doorway.
Spike: *sighs* So two to two. Damn.
Buffy: Yeah.
Buffy: *bumps his nose again, resting her forehead against his* I hafta go.
Spike: *purrs, deep sigh* Oh. Okay... I'll see you in a couple of hours... I promise.
Buffy: OK. *kisses his nose* Bye.
Spike: I'll just read over some of Tiger's tickle fics while you're gone... *smiles* Bye, luv.
Three Hours Later
Spike: *sounds of an acoustic guitar coming from upstairs*
Buffy: Hey.
Buffy: *peeks head into the room*
Buffy: I'm back.
Spike: *glances up, grins* Hey, luv. Look what I found. I think it was Rupert's.
Spike: Was in the basement.
Buffy: *grins and shakes head* Nope. Mine.
Spike: *smiles* Really? You play?
Buffy: Just don't have the time for it anymore. Like the ice skating, and the dancing...
Buffy: And, y'know, the general life.
Spike: *fiddles with the tuning* Hmm. I didn't think I remembered how to play... Proved m'self wrong.
Spike: *pats the bed next to him* Sit down, luv.
Buffy: *smiles and comes over, running a hand down the guitar* When did you learn?
Spike: *shrugs* Back in the sixties... Needed a hobby.
Spike: How was the movie?
Buffy: It was good. Lotsa fight scenes, which you know are my favorites. More than usually, all hand to hand, with some swords, even.
Spike: *perks up* Swords?
Buffy: And at the end, they were litteraly rolling in diamonds. It was nice.
Buffy: Yeah. Nice swords. A few I recognized, even. Giles woulda been proud.
Spike: *chuckles* I like the gadgets in James Bond films... Was sad when the guy who played Q died.
Buffy: John Cleese is the new one, though.
Buffy: He did it well. Very funny.
Buffy: Invisible car was neat.
Spike: *chuckles* I laughed out loud when James asked Q in the last one, "If you're Q, does that make him R?"
Spike: Tiger has that on tape somewhere... I think she has a crush on Peirce Brosnan.
Buffy: *giggles* Nope. He's still Q. It was interesting.
Spike: *strums the guitar a little, fiddles with the tuning some more* And a little... There. That's better.
Buffy: *makes a face* It hasn't been tuned since we moved to Sunnydale.
Buffy: I figured it was warped at this point.
Spike: *shrugs* Works fine, with a little care... *plays a few cords*
Spike: Just gotta have the right touch, and it sings to you.
Buffy: *grins* Works for all sortsa stuff, does it?
Spike: *chuckles* That it does.
Spike: We both seem in good moods tonight... Did those scratches heal up the rest of the way?
Buffy: *scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder* *nods* I think so. They don't hurt as much. There are a few that were really deep, but all the rest are gone. No more red lines, even. GOtta love that slayer healing. *sighs and watches him tune the guitar* PLay something?
Spike: *smiles* You really want me to?
Spike: I was practicin' a Bryan Adams song that Tiger's been listenin' too, before you came back.
Spike: S'from a movie.
Buffy: *rolls eyes* You couldn't sing something jazzy? Please, please don't sing Bryan Adams. He gets stuck in your head.
Spike: *laughs* Well, I kinda like this song. Fits with me, I think.
Spike: It was a horse movie... Spirit, somethin' or other.
Spike: Tiger's been obsessed with it for the last few weeks.
Buffy: I don't think I saw it
Spike: *shrugs* Then you haven't heard the song. Give it a chance... *sheepishly* Sides, right now, it's the only thing I can remember, besides... *almost inauditably* The entire score of Fiddler On The Roof...
Spike: But that's another story.
Buffy: *giggles* You don't know any standards? Thou Swell? Things Ain't What They Used TO Be? A Fine Romance?
Spike: *sighs* I used to... And I would, if we had a piano, or even a violin.. But not on the guitar.
Buffy: A violin? Really? I've never heard a Jazz standard played on a violin. That would be interesting.
Spike: *chuckles* That it would be. But, we don't have one. *shrugs, keeps fiddling with the tuning* High ranges were a bit warped... think I fixed it, though.
Spike: Piano's my favorite, though. I was playin' since I was five.
Spike: *eyes get kind of a distant look* We had an old grand piano in the foyer... I got up and played with it, taught m'self some rudimentary things by ear... And my Gram and Grampa suprised me with lessons for my sixth birthday.
Buffy: *smiles* TL's father taught himself. I think it gave her a complex. She plays the guitar, piano, violin, and flute. I get the impression she was looking for something she could do better. *giggles* I think she went nuts when it turned out she was a Jazz singer. *shrugs* I'm not as complex.
Buffy: All the other kids were learning piano or guitar.
Buffy: We couldn't afford the piano, or the lessons.
Buffy: The guitar was cheaper, and you can get lessons at school.
Spike: *shakes head, small nod* Yeah. Guess that's how it gets started. *strums a little, humming something under his breath* C.. that's the C.. There.
Spike: Hard to remember where to put your fingers after twenty years.
Buffy: *takes it out of his hands and starts to tune it* It's been less for me. *smiles* THough not much. Hang on...
Spike: *small chuckle* Okay.
Buffy: *clears throat and hums a bit to find the note* Wow. You've been working on this for a while.
Buffy: It was a mess the last time I picked it up.
Spike: Couple of hours, actually.
Spike: I went in the basement to work out a bit... Thought better of it, and then I found that. Brought it up here, and have been ever since.
Buffy: What, did you find it right after I left?
Spike: *shrugs* Sorta. 'Bout ten minutes after.
Buffy: *grins* It sounds good.
Spike: I went down there with the intention of workin' out those annoyin' kinks in my back, but this caught my eye... *shrugs*
Spike: *chuckles* I think I have a short attention span... Unless somethin' interests me.
Buffy: "It was just one of those things.
Just one of those fabulous things.
One of those bells that now and then rings.
Just one of those things
A trip to the clouds, on gossamer wings...
Buffy: *trys to find the chord* It was just one of those nights. Just one of those magical nights.
Buffy: Damn. *frowns* I used to be able to just find this.
Spike: *moves near her, repositions her fingers* There.
Buffy: *glares* I thought you said it'd been twenty years
Spike: *smiles* It has... And I kind of wanted to hear you sing. You've got a beautiful voice, luv.
Buffy: *Glares and mutters* If you're insane, maybe.
Spike: *leans toward her, nuzzles for a moment* No. It's beautiful... Trust me. I love your voice. Did you know I was standin' outside the bathroom door the other day, when you were in the shower, just to hear you sing?
Buffy: *eyes widen* What?! *Covers her eyes and groans* GOd...
Spike: *chuckles softly* C'mon, luv. You're wonderful. I've wanted to hear you sing again for nearly a year. Didn't get to hear much that time... But what I did hear was beautiful.
Spike: *small snort* Now me, I should be banned from singin'.
Buffy: *snickers* Only certain songs.
Spike: *small play growl* Such as?
Buffy: *giggles* You don't really have the vocal chords to pull off nine-inch- nails songs, SPike.
Spike: *pained sigh* I know. Believe me, I know. But I try, at least. *cocks head* I'm better than Peaches, at least... He could kill a cat with that voice.
Buffy: *sighs* I know. I know. And he knows it, which only takes the danger away a little. *fingers find the right strings* Ha! I knew I'd find it!
Spike: *grins*
Buffy: *hums a little and frowns, concentrating*
It was just one of those things.
Just one of those fabulous flings.
One of those bells that now and then rings.
Just one of those things
Buffy: It was just one of those nights.
Just one of those fabulous flights.
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings.
Just one of those things.
Spike: *leans back on his elbows, listening, eyes half closed, smiling*
Buffy: If we thought of it, oh, the end of it,
as we started making the rounds
We'd have been aware that this love affair
Was too hot not to cool down.
Buffy: So goodbye dear, and amen
Here's hoping we'll meet now and then
It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.
Buffy: From this moment on...you and me, dear,
Only two for tea, dear, from this moment on.
From this happy day, No more blue songs,
Only whoopdy-do songs, from this moment on.
Buffy: Well you got the love I need so much,
you've got the skin I love to touch
You've got the arms to hold me tight,
You've got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight
Buffy: From this moment on, you and I, mate,
We're gonna be ridin' high, there,
every care is you, from this moment,
from this moment,
from this moment,
from this moment on!
Buffy: *sighs* I don't think I hit the right note once.
Spike: *grins* I think you did good, luv. Better than me, anyway.
Buffy: *groans* That's hardley a fair comparison.
Spike: *blinks* And what was that supposed to mean?
Buffy: *grins* Nothing.
Spike: *raised eyebrow* Now, c'mon, luv. No secrets.
Buffy: Well...Ricky Martin, you're not. And I'm a girl. And you're...dead. So, we're not talking a fair assesment of the situation. *blinks* Wow. I think I've spent WAY too much time with GIles over the years.
Spike: *snickers* A Slayer turnin' into her Watcher...
Buffy: HEY!
Buffy: Just for that, I'm not singin' the song I was gonna. *sticks out tongue*
Spike: *cocks head* If I apolgize?
Spike: Besides, you'd already said it. I just.. rephrased.
Buffy: *shrugs and plucks at the strings.*
Buffy: But I wasn't mean about it.
Spike: *pouts* I wasn't bein' mean... Just playful. *small grin* I half expected you to smack me, though.
Buffy: *sighs and finds the chords* I'm gonna sing it, but it won't be as much fun now.
Buffy: Thou Swell
Thou Witty
Thou Sweet
Thou Grand
Buffy: Wouldst kiss
me pretty
Would hold
my hand
Buffy: Thou thine eyes are cute too,
What they do to me.
Hear me holler at you,
A sweet hullabalooser in me
Spike: *grins*
Buffy: I feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms, a kitchen
I'm sure would do!
Give me just a plot of,
not a lot of land, And!
Buffy: Thou Swell
Thou Witty
Thou Grand
Buffy: *peeks at him but keeps her head down*
Buffy: *idly plays wih the strings*
Spike: *smiles*
Spike: *leans over and kisses her cheek* You are amazin'. Did you know that?
Buffy: *blushes* My dad likes...liked jazz standards. So, he used to have me sing them when his friends came over. it always embarressed me.
Spike: *small, sympathetic sound* I know what you mean... My Gram always had me playin' sonata's and the like when they had company.
Spike: *mutters* If I had to wear that stupid little suit one more time...
Buffy: At least YOU didn't hafta sing.
Buffy: *giggles* what kinda suit?
Spike: *sighs* Remember the spell where we lost our memories? The suit I was wearin' then?
Spike: Well, that one looked better on me than the horrible one that Gram made me wear.
Spike: Tails and everything. Said I looked like 'a real concert pianist'... Felt like a trained monkey.
Buffy: *bites lip* You looked kinda sexy in that suit. If you lost the hat.
Spike: *small chuckle* Oh really? Never thought brown was my color.
Buffy: *grins* I bet you'd look devastating in a black tux
Spike: *small chuckle* Well.. never had occasion to wear one.
Spike: *shrugs* Maybe someday.
Spike: I hate tags, though.
Spike: The tags in the back of the neck, that make you itch like crazy the whole time? I hate 'em.
Buffy: So, I'll take the tags off. You'd still look killer.
Spike: *small grin* You know, that kind of goes with the idea I had a couple of days ago... But I'm not ready to tell you, yet. Don't have it set up.
Spike: *cocks head at the guitar* Could I do my song now? I kind of wanted to show you... I think you'll see why I like it.
Buffy: *head snaps up, from staring down at the guitar* Yeah. OK. *stares for a minute before snapping out of it and hands him the guitar*
Spike: *glances at her as he accepts it* Luv? Uh, where were you just now?
Spike: Your mind seemed elsewhere.
Buffy: *shakes head* Whatcha gonna play?
Spike: *smiles* You'll see. I know you've never heard it... But somethin' about the lyrics struck a cord with me... Both literally and figuratively, I guess.
Spike: S'called "Nothing I Have Ever Known".
Spike: *begins strumming a slow, romantic melody*
Right now I feel
Just like a leaf on a breeze
Who knows where it's blowin'?
Who knows where it's goin'?
I find myself somewhere
I never thought I'd be.
I'm going round in circles, yeah
Thinkin' bout you and me
Spike: And how do I explain it when
I don't know what to say?
What do I do now?
So much has changed
Spike: Nothing I have ever known
Has made me feel this way.
Nothing I have ever seen,
Has made me want to stay.
Here I am, ready for you.
I'm torn and,
I'm fallin',
I hear my home callin', hey!
I've never felt something so strong.
Oh no.
It's like nothing I've ever known...
Spike: You're the one I'm lookin' for,
You're the one I need.
You're the one that gives me
A reason to believe.
Followin' our star,
Has lead to where you are.
I feel so strong now,
This can't be wrong now
Spike: Nothing I have ever known
Has made me feel this way.
Nothing I have ever seen,
Has made me want to stay.
Here I am, ready for you.
I'm torn and,
I'm fallin',
I hear my home callin', hey!
I've never felt something so strong.
Oh no.
It's like nothing I've ever known,
Nothing I've ever known...
Spike: Right now I feel,
Just like a leaf on a breeze.
Who knows where it's blowin'?
And who knows
Where I'm goin'...
Spike: *strums slow instrumental ending*
Spike: *looks down at the guitar* Guess I did it right...
Buffy: *Leans into his shoulder and closes her eyes* Wow.
Spike: *purrs softly* Wow, what, luv?
Buffy: *shakes head* All of it. Just..wow. *takes his hand off the guitar and cradles it in her lap*
Spike: *smiles, leans his head sideways, resting his cheek on her head, thumb strokes over the back of the hand that's holding it* And you thought you wouldn't like it.
Buffy: *shrugs* I usually HATE Bryan Adams
Spike: *chuckles softly* Me too. The lyrics, though... S'what got me.
Buffy: *bites lip and looks up at him* I think it was the singer that got me.
Spike: *ducks head slightly* M'not that good, I know... But still... *small shrug*
Buffy: *hooks a finger under his chin and stretches up, resting her forehead against his* Very good. I don't mean the singing.
Spike: *purrs louder* Thanks, luv.
Spike: *puts the guitar on the floor next to the bed* I think I'm done playin' with that for now. Unless you want it.
Buffy: *shakes head* Nope.
Spike: *smiles* Good. *moves a little and stretches, giving a small yawn, then winces* Ow.
Buffy: Ow?
Spike: *shakes head* Been sittin' up here too long. Cramped.
Buffy: Oh...
Spike: *lays back so that his legs from the knees down are hanging off the bed* Now I remember why I wanted to work out earlier.
Buffy: *looks at him for a minute, then shakes her head* No good. I wanna be where we were. I was really comfy. So, you gotta scootch up.
Spike: *moves around till there's enough room for her* Here, better?
Buffy: *points to the pillows* Up there.
Spike: *scoots up again, small wince, sigh* Here?
Spike: Remind me never to move furniture with you.
Buffy: *giggles and crawls up the bed towards him* You sure about that? *stops so she's hovering over him and lets one leg slid along his*
Spike: *smiles, chuckles* If I pick up a bookcase, and you're goin' "Oh, no.. over there... No, over there... A little left.." I might drop it on you.
Buffy: *pouts and nestles her leg between his, but keeps herself propped up over him* But if I want it in just the right spot, it'd be worth it!
Spike: Only if *I* was the one gettin' a massage later.
Buffy: *frowns and pouts at the same time* Spike! It has to be in the right spot! You don't understand...if it's in the wrong place, it throws the whole room off
Spike: *small chuckle* I do understand, luv... I'm picky about where my stuff is, too. I'm just sayin'. I've got enough sore muscles without that happenin'.
Buffy: *lays her head down on his chest and starts tracing patterns on it* I'd make it worth it.
Spike: *smiles, wraps his arms around her, purrs softly* Really, now... And how would you do that?
Buffy: *smiles and wrpas her legs tighter around the one traped between them* I'm sure I'd be able to come up with something.
Spike: *small chuckle* Knowin' you, I have no doubt. *small grin* I remember you sayin' that I make a good pillow... aparently I make a good matteress, too, huh? Since you keep gettin' on top of me.
Buffy: *props herself up on her arms again* would you rather I moved?
Spike: *blinks* No... I love this, Buffy... *grins mischeviously* You know I've always been fond of you bein' on top.
Buffy: *lowers her hips, but keeps her upper body levered up* You sure? I can move
Spike: *uses his arms, which are still around her, to pull her back down* I said no, and I meant it. Stay, puppy.
Buffy: *giggles* Puppies get petted. You're not petting.
Spike: *starts stroking her hair with one hand* Yeah, well, I was basically givin' you a tummy rub earlier, luv. I think your puppy status is sealed.
Buffy: hmmm...I liked the tummy rub. A lot. *sighs* Wish we could've stayed there.
Spike: *smiles* Well, we're here now. But, if you want me to do that, we're gonna have to move again.
Buffy: *looks up at him* Move? *glances down at them and sighs* Ok. But only because it felt so good.
Spike: *smiles, rolls onto his side, taking her with him, keeping their legs entwined* This should work... *carefully unbuttons the shirt he gave her earlier, sliding his hand inside and rubbing her stomach gently* This what you wanted, luv?
Buffy: *hums and closes her eyes, laying back on the bed* Uhm hmm..
Spike: *keeps rubbing, alternating between her stomach and side* Chalk another thing up to the 'things vamps and Slayers have in common' list.
Buffy: hmmm...*hums again but doesn't open her eyes*
Buffy: *mumbles* This is really, really nice. Don't feel that you have to stop at any point. You really, really don't.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Oh, don't worry, luv. Like I said, I love doin' this stuff for you. *nuzzles his nose in the back of her neck, and presses a gentle kiss to the same spot a moment later*
Buffy: *hums and smiles, speaking in a cross between a mumble and whispter* Nice. That was very, very nice
Spike: *begins purring softly, nuzzles and kisses again, several times*
Buffy: *drops head forward and breathes out softly, snuggling back into him a bit and arching her neck up towards him*
Spike: *smiles, then nuzzles his nose against the sensitive patch of skin just behind and beneath her ear*
Buffy: Ohh...*leans back into him again, still humming* that's cheating...you know I melt when you touch me there.
Spike: *soft chuckle* I know. You do the same thing to me, Slayer, and you know it. I'm only keepin' it even. *kisses the same spot*
Buffy: *whimpers and tries to nuzzle back against him* Not that I'm complaining...
Buffy: *bits lip and closes eyes, frowning* Spike? Are you ok?
Spike: *small nod* Yeah, luv.. why?
Buffy: Nothing. You're just being really quiet
Spike: *small shrug* Just kinda... my back hurts, and I thought you were enjoyin' what I'm doin'... Didn't want to disturb you.
Buffy: *quietly* I am. You were just...it was like you weren't here. *turns head to look at him* Your back still hurts?
Spike: *small shrugging nod* Yeah.. Pulled it somethin' feirce when I feel off that stupid roof today. S'not that bad.
Spike: *fell off. Sorry.
Buffy: It is if it still hurts *turns over and pulls him towards her by his shoulder* Lay flat
Spike: *lays on his stomach* Uh, luv? What're you gonna do?
Buffy: *frowns at him* I'm gonna rub it. Unless you don't want me to?
Spike: *small smile* Actually... *soft chuckle* I thought you'd never catch my hints. *grins*
Buffy: *makes a face at him and lightly hits his arm* You coulda just said, 'Buffy, my back really hurts. Could you rub it?'
Buffy: *smooths her hands down his back and frowns* You put a shirt on. *reaches down and starts to lift it off* Lift up. It's in the way.
Spike: *raises up on his arms and lets her pull the shirt off, then lays back down* *small grin* Keep it. *playfully* You're probably gonna wind up with it anyway.
Buffy: *grins* Damn straight. *tosses it onto the desk chair and flips her hair over her shoulders* Ok. Try to relax, alright? *smooths her hands down his back, gently kneading at the sides and and sliding them back up*
Buffy: *settles her hands on the backs of his shoulders and starts a kneading circular motion* Let me know if I hurt you, ok? TL's taught me a few things, but I don't have a license or anythnig.
Spike: *small nod, eyes half closed* Okay... *small smile, pillows his head on his arms*
Spike: As if *I* have one?
Buffy: *slips her fingers down over his shoulder and starts kneading with her thumbs in small circles* Maybe not, but TL does, and she's taught me a few things. A lot, actually. Did you know that the average career for a massuesse or massuere is only ten years?
Buffy: The injury statsics are actually higher than professional footbal
Spike: Uh-mm... *begins purring quietly, eyes closing a little more* That's interesting....
Buffy: *starts kneading with all four fingers together, thumbs pressing just about his shoulderblades*
Buffy: *giggles lightly* Yeah. You seem really interested.
Spike: *purrs a little louder, unconciously pushes up against her hands* M'listenin'...
Buffy: Uh huh. Sure you are. *alternates pressure along her fingers, rotating her palms into his shoulderblades*
Spike: *purring gets alot louder, rumbling from deep within his chest* Ooh..
Buffy: *moves to straddle him for leverage and pulls her hands back so they're flat on his back, rotating the heel of her hands while pressing her fingers into the tops of his shoulderblades and making small circles.
Buffy: *giggles* See? Not listening.
Buffy: If I told you what kind of massage this is, would you even hear me? *flexes her fingers and alternates the pressure again along the fingers, pressing the balls of her hands into his back*
Spike: *pushes against her hands again, rumbling loudly, valiantly tries to hold his eyes open* I'm here... M'listenin', luv.. Go ahead.
Buffy: You are, huh? Well this is a cross between a type of shiatsu and Reiki
Buffy: Now, what did I say?
Spike: *slow blink* Crossin' mushrooms and pasta?
Buffy: *moves her thumbs in and starts making small circles on either side of his spin, splaying her fingers out and flexing them out from her palms rythmycaly*
Buffy: *giggles* Very funny.
Spike: *quiet purring moan* Ooohhh... Whatever it is... I reallllllyyy like it..
Buffy: *giggles again* Yes, I can tell. You can thank TL for this, by the way. I used to suck at this. I either hurt the person, or they couldn't even feel it.
Buffy: *reverses the flexing, moving in from her fingers and starts rotating her thumbs the other way, working up an inch and then down again*
Spike: *another half moan, eyes close all the way, still purring loudly* S'the.. Slayer strength... really a.. bonus here... ooh.
Buffy: *smiles* I'm not really pushing. You're not supposed to. Apperantly it's all in the angles. If you're coming at it from the wrong angle, you can push as hard as you want, it won't hit the right place. But if you're in the right place, the lightest touch'll do it. *smiles* Now, did you hear a word of that?
Buffy: *lifts her palms up and starts alternating with her fingertips, walking them up his shoulderblades, sliding and rotating her thumbs along his spine.*
Spike: *purrs a little louder* Yeah... I heard.. 'it'.... Maybe more.. but you only... asked for... 'a' word... *small grin*
Buffy: *giggles* But I asked if you hear THAT..you said IT.
Buffy: *snickers* Gotcha
Spike: *small laugh* Very funny, luv... Ahh.. That's it... That's the pull..
Buffy: *soflty* Ok. *points her fingers and starts a small rotating motion just below his shoulderblades, pressing her thumbs in a few inches lower along his spine* There?
Spike: *sighing moan* Oh yeah...
Buffy: OK. *starts stretching and contracting the muscle by pressing up with her fingers and down with her thumbs, then rubing them back together in a small circle, alternating the pressure from the center to the sides*
Spike: *makes a happy sigh/purring sound, relaxes completely, nearly sinking into the mattress* *quietly* Oh.. god, I love you... *smiles*
Buffy: Just for this? I'm insulted *smiles and starts to alternate the contracting motion with an out/in motion, running the pressure along her fingers in, then out*
Spike: *sighs deeply again* No... s'everythin'... But I keep.. findin' new things... this is one.. ohhh.
Buffy: Is it starting to feel better?
Spike: *drowsily* Uh huh...
Buffy: *wispers* Does it still hurt?
Spike: *quietly, sounding almost asleep* No... not at all...
Buffy: *quietly* Do you want me to stop, then? *changes direction of the circles and lightens the pressure on the outside motion, pushing down as she moves in*
Spike: *rolls his head to the side and opens one eye* If you want to... Otherwise... we're liable.. to be here all night... *smiles* Not that... I'd object, mind.. you.
Buffy: *stops rubbing, but leaves the hands on his back, smoothing up to his shoulder and stretching herself out on top of him, running her hands along his arms and dropping her head on his shoulder* *drops a kiss on his shoulder* It feels ok now?
Spike: *smiles, purrs a little softer* Feels great... I can't even tell that it ever hurt.
Buffy: *frowns* The purr got quieter.
Buffy: *tightens her legs around his hips and stretches out a little more, wrapping her arms around and under him*
Spike: *small chuckle* Volume button, luv.
Buffy: Where?
Buffy: I didn't *mean* to make it quieter...
Spike: *small chuckle* There're a couple of 'em... I just got quieter cause you stopped rubbin'. S'normal reaction.
Buffy: *slids down him a bit and drops a kiss on the back of his neck* *brings her hands up and smooths them along his chest*
Spike: *purrs louder again* That would be one of the buttons.
Buffy: *smiles* Good. Keep it there. *lays her head down on his back and closes her eyes, letting her body relax on his* Here's hoping Dawn doesn't walk in here looking for her sweater.
Spike: *small chuckle* She's not even home, is she? She left while you were gone... goin' with Red and Harris somewhere, and I haven't heard her come back.. Thought she woulda left you a note.
Buffy: She came in after me. went to her room and locked herself in. Apperantly she walked in on us last night, and now she's pissed at me for not telling her. On the upside, though, she's not mad at you anymore.
Spike: *blinks* She's not?
Buffy: Nope.
Spike: Uh... what did you tell her?
Buffy: *sighs* That we're together, that I trust you, and then...
Spike: *worried sounding* Then?
Buffy: I asked her if she held Angel responsible for what Angelus did. Then I asked her how she could to you, when you actually got the soul on purpose.
Buffy: She didn't actually say anything, but I think you're ok now.
Buffy: Pissed at me, still, though. *sighs* But only because I didn't tell her.
Spike: *moves one arm beneath himself to touch one of her hands with his* She'll get over it, luv... She can't stay mad at you.
Buffy: I know
Spike: *soft chuckle* Come to think of it, neither can I... *shrugs slightly, shifting her on his back a little*
Buffy: *frowns down at him* do you need me to move?
Spike: Haven't actually BEEN mad at you for so long, I barely remember what it feels like.. *small chuckle* No.. Just got to remind myself not to shrug.
Spike: I'm really enjoyin' this.
Spike: Almost nothin' a male vamp likes better than bein' cuddled... And m'so relaxed right now... I don't think I can move.
Buffy: ok. *Shifts her hips against his a little, stretching her legs out along his and her upper body back up along his, running her hands down his chest, her fingers rubbing little circles*
Spike: *purrs a little louder, smiling softly* You know... every time I think I'm as happy as I can get... you keep provin' me wrong.
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: Well.. I thought I was on cloud nine, so to speak, about five minutes ago... But, you'd be suprised how your touch affects me, luv... I just... keep floatin' higher.
Buffy: Oh! Do we have a floaty feeling? *smiles and drops a kiss on the back of his neck*
Spike: *purrs even louder* Oh yeah.. major floaty feelin'...
Buffy: Good. *nuzzles the back of his neck, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against the skin*
Spike: *inhales deeply, making her rise on his back, then sighs happily* Just went higher, again...
Buffy: *giggles* And I just got a neat amusment park ride.
Spike: *rolls his head to the side and looks at her with one eye* Oh? This? *inhales deeply again, before sighing*
Buffy: *giggles again* Stop it! You're gonna make me fall off.
Spike: *chuckles softly* S'fun, though... I like making you go up and down.. I feel like a carosel pony.
Buffy: *smiles and nuzzles his neck again* I've ridden you more thann once, and I can tell you, you're no pony. Ponies are docile.
Spike: *laughs quietly* Oh? Then what am I?
Buffy: Well, you're probably more along the lines of...*sighs and drops another kiss on his back* Oh, who am I kidding. You're a vampire. Which just happens to be my prefrence. And I can't believe I'm about to go all poetic but...*sighs again* You cool my fire. You're strong, and powerful, and I know you can watch my back. You glide over me like a panther, and your movments are always smooth.
Buffy: *giggles as she realizes something* You're my big jungle cat.
Spike: *chuckles softly* Well, luv... I guess you're right. Problems is, I have no idea what kind of jungle kitty I am... Don't have stripes, so I'm not a tiger... *delibratly inhales and sighs again, just to hear her giggle*
Buffy: *stifles a giggle and smacks him* Stop that! And I just told you, you're a panther.
Buffy: So there.
Spike: *chuckles softly* Aww. Okay. Ouch, by the way. Smackin' someone who isn't wearin' a shirt isn't nice. I'd teach you a lesson, but I seem to have something on my back.
Buffy: *giggles* Serves you right.
Spike: *small snort* I can't move, anyway. You've effectively pinned me.
Buffy: And I'd move if I thought I might get some more of that tummy rub I was getting earlier, but now I'm scared to. You're gonna pounce on me.
Buffy: Not a nice thing to do, by the way, to the person who gave you such a nice massage.
Spike: *chuckles softly* I know, I know... I'm just in a playful mood now, luv. S'not gonna go away easy.
Buffy: *lays her head back down and sighs, whispering* I love you.
Spike: *purring reaches a cresendo, smiles* I love you, too... You know, that's the first time you've said it before me. *small grin*
Buffy: Hmm? *blinks* what? First time I've said what first?
Spike: *chuckles* Usually, s'me sayin' "I love you",and you respondin'. *smiles* You said it first, this time... Feels good.
Buffy: I did? *frowns* When?
Spike: Just a second ago.
Buffy: *frowns again* Huh. *peeks up at him* Did you say it back?
Spike: *smiles* Of course.
Buffy: *indignantly* And where was I when all this happened?
Spike: *small chuckle* Right where you are now. You said it as you put your head down that last time, I responded right after, and then we started this.
Buffy: Oh.
Buffy: *lays head down* I don't think I was really here.
Spike: *blinks* Uh.. where were you, then?
Buffy: *shakes head* I have no idea.
Spike: *small shrug without thinking* Hmm. You must be tired or something.
Spike: *quietly* Uh.. if you weren't here, you didn't mean to say it, then, huh?
Buffy: No, I'm sure I meant it.
Buffy: I just didn't realize I was saying it.
Spike: *small nod, pillows his head on one arm, the other still pinned beneath him, touching one of her hands* Okay, then.
Buffy: *slips the hand under them into his and lays her head on his back* This is not an easy way to cuddle. I just want that noted.
Spike: *small chuckle* I know.. But I'm kinda likin' bein' held for the moment. We can shift around if you want... *mischevious smile* I'd like to get back to what I was doin' near your ear earlier, actually.
Buffy: *grins* Yes, please.
Buffy: *giggles* But I'm gonna let you move me....you can do it, right? *innocent smile* You're the Big-Bad after all...
Spike: *small snort* Of course I can.. *moves his arms beneath him and starts to push up* Just... lift like this..
Buffy: *looks down at them and giggles* I'm still here. Was this supposed to be it?
Spike: *small chuckle* No.. THIS IS! *bucks slightly, causing her to fall off him and land on the matteress next to him on her back* *chuckles and flops down on his side next to her* I hope you enjoyed your flight. Please keep your hands and arms on top of the bed until the springs have come to a full and complete stop. Thank you.
Buffy: *shrieks and giggles as she bounces for a minute, then rolls to face him and scoots closer* But it stuck us too far away! Now I'm almost falling off the bed.
Spike: *laughs softly and pulls her to him* Just thought I'd see if I could make you another amusement park ride.
Buffy: *giggles again and rolls onto her back, smiling up at him* *lifts a hand and traces his face* Hey.
Spike: *purrs, nuzzles her hand gently* *smiles* You know, I love your giggle... It's all those words you keep usin' for me. Cute, adorable, and the like.
Buffy: Yeah? *runs her thumb over his lips* I can live with that.
Spike: *purrs a little louder, captures her hand for a moment, kissing her thumb* Gotcha.
Buffy: *stops smiling and brings her other hand up to cup his face* Yeah. You do.
Spike: *cocks his head slightly* Somethin' wrong, luv?
Buffy: No. Nothing's wrong. Which, in my life, is really weird. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Spike: *small shrug, nuzzles her hand* No shoe. Just me.
Spike: *cocks head* Luv.. Are you sure you're okay? Now you're the one bein' quiet.
Buffy: *smiles* I'm perfect. *drops her hand to her shirt* Do I get another tummy rub, or is that all over? *starts to undo the buttons on the shirt as she talks*
Spike: *smiles* Make you a deal. You do the same for me sometime, and I'll give you free tummy rubs any time you want. Remember, Slayer's aren't alone in this. *grins*
Buffy: Deal.
Spike: *grins, helps her finish unbuttoning the shirt, before pulling her up against him, wrapping his arm around her, and beginning to rub her stomach and side like he had before* S'what you wanted, right?
Buffy: Yessss...*hums and snuggles back into him, dropping her head on the pillow* Yes, yes, yes.
Spike: *small chuckle* You sound like that woman in the shampoo commercials... *keeps rubbing, moving his hand in widening circles, all the way down to her bellybutton, then back up again*
Buffy: *stretches against him and arches into his hand, causing the shirt to slip a bit* And yet, I seem to be fine with that...
Spike: *smiles, keeps rubbing, grins, and nuzzles his nose to the spot near her ear*
Buffy: *hums and whimpers* You're gonna turn me into jelly...
Spike: *kisses the spot* You came close to doin' that to me awhile ago... M'returnin' the favor.
Buffy: I wasn't complaining. I promise. *hums again, snuggling back against him and dropping her head forward*
Spike: *purrs, keeps rubbing, and begins nuzzling and kissing up and down her neck, starting and ending in the spot near her ear*
Buffy: *whimpers and moans a little* I'm giving you fair warning: If you wanna get out of here with your virtue intact, you won't keep doing that. You know what it does to me.
Spike: *chuckles softly, nuzzles one more time, before resting his head on the pillow near hers* Okay... *moves his rubbing more onto her ribs, adding some gentle kneading*
Buffy: *yawns* I'm gonna fall asleep.
Buffy: *snuggles back into him and mumbles* Just as well. TL's making me get offline soon. *stifles another yawn* Stay the night again?
Spike: *purrs a little louder* Of course... How long do you think TL's givin' you?
Buffy: She says another fifteen minues.
Spike: *slight pout*
Buffy: Sorry. *nuzzles the arm under her head* But you'll stay in here, right?
Spike: *nods* Yeah. Maybe I can manage breakfast tomor- uh, this mornin'.
Buffy: 'kay. *sighs and presses her back against his chest* Hmm..the purr feels nice.
Spike: *purrs louder, vibrating slightly* Yeah... does, doesn't it? You know, I'd never purred before you.
Buffy: *smiles and nuzzles him again* Now I have warm fuzzies. Your fault.
Spike: *small chuckle* So you mind, then?
Buffy: Hmmm...terribly *mumbles and snuggles into the pillow, pressing back against him* It's horrible. I feel all loved and safe. I just don't know what to do about it.
Spike: *mock serious tone* I know just what you mean.. And I had gotten so used to goin' to sleep hated and scared.
Buffy: *still mumbling, falling asleep* Yeah. It's awful. We should look into fixing this. *yawns* tomorrow. Not now.
Spike: *yawns widely, fangs flashing for a moment* Ooh.. contagious. *nuzzles against her, pulling her as close as possible* And then there's this.. warm, happy, floaty feelin' again... gotta do somethin' about that...
Buffy: Yup. Warmth is bad. And the floaty...*stretches a little and snuggles into his arms* floaty is bad. It's one of those things that if you don't just nip...*yawns* Nip it in the bud can grow to cause huge trouble.
Spike: *soft chuckle, nuzzles his nose into her hair, voice is muffled* Yeah.. like feelin' loved... Which is amazin', by the way... *small yawn* And... I'm gettin' used to it.
Buffy: I'm gonna go to sleep now, 'kay? *mumbles* Night.
Spike: *small nod, one last nuzzle* M'too... Love you...
Buffy: Love you too.
Buffy: Hi!
Spike: Hey. How're you doin'? TL said you're still a little sore.
Buffy: TL just bombed a purity test. 100% was angelic, 0% was devilish, and she got 31.75
Spike: *small chuckle*
Buffy: *shrugs* Most of them are scabbed over. The rest are healed...but the deeper ones still hurt. I'll be complety healed by tomorrow...or in a few hours, depending on how much I move around.
Spike: *small nod* Good. We'll be still... *smiles* I got something for you while I was out today.
Spike: Well, I had Tiger get it, but I thought you'd like it.
Buffy: *smiles* Really? You got me something?
Spike: *grins* Yep.
Buffy: *sighs* ANd TL Is going to see the bond movie tonight, I think, so I'll be leaving and then coming back later. Unless she decides not to go.
Spike: Ah. Well, we'll have to convince her to not go, then.
Spike: Want your present?
Buffy: Yes. Yes, I do. *smiles*
Buffy: And I think it's more convincing david.
Spike: *grins* I'll be right back, then. *leaves the room*
Buffy: ok
Spike: *comes back with his hands behind his back* Pick one.
Buffy: *frowns* If I pick the wrong one, do I not get the gift?
Spike: *grins* You'll have to pick and see...
Buffy: *pouts* No. I don't wanna
Spike: What if I tell you that there's something in each hand, and all you're determining is the order in which you get them.
Buffy: *peaks at him* Are you telling me that?
Spike: *smiles* Yes.
Buffy: OK. *bites lip, then points to his left hand* That one.
Spike: *pulls out a stuffed pig with a purple bow around it's neck* Meet Mrs. Gordo. *chuckles*
Buffy: OH! *grabs it and hugs it fiercly* Oh, she's so cute!!!
Spike: *smiles*
Buffy: *kisses it's nose* Oh, it's SO cute.
Spike: Glad you like it, luv.
Spike: *pulls out other hand, holding a single fire and ice rose* This is the other thing.
Buffy: *eyes soften* Oh. *looks up at him* How did you know?
Spike: *smiles* Lucky guess.
Spike: *hands it to her* Careful of the thorns, luv.. I thought I broke most of 'em off, but... *holds up his thumb with a bandaid on it* I apparently missed one once before, so...
Buffy: *frowns at the hand and then pulls it to her mouth and kisses the thumb*
Spike: *kind of a goofy grin* Oh. All better.
Buffy: *squints up at him* How come you're standing way up there?
Spike: *chuckles, sits on the couch near her* This better?
Buffy: *shakes head* No. You're still all the way over there.
Spike: *scoots right next to her and puts his arm around her* How about now? *nuzzles her gently*
Buffy: *pouts* Still kinda far away, but better.
Spike: *grins, slips his other arm around her and gently pulls her into his lap* Kinda needy tonight, aren't you? *smiles*
Buffy: *nods* Yeah. Justice was making rude comments about how I got these scratches.
Spike: *small growl*
Spike: Goddess or not, I'll hurt her.
Buffy: *rolls eyes* You do realize that you are not growling at the Goddess of JUSTICE, right? She's not evil. She's just rude sometimes.
Spike: She was rude to you. That means I get to count her on my 'things I CAN hit list'.
Buffy: *sighs* She's rude to everyone. She's rude to Love.
Buffy: That's just my excuse for being needy.
Spike: Ah. Mine is several pulled muscles and a cut on my stomach.
Buffy: What happened?
Spike: I was helpin' Tiger decorate, which meant, naturally, that I was the one elected to be in control when it came time to climb onto the roof.
Spike: Needless to say, she overestimated my natural ballance. I fell off the bloody thing, grabbed a hold of the gutter, nearly yanked my shoulders out of socket, then fell into a rose bush, where a very covenient thorn found it's way under my shirt.
Buffy: *sypathetic whimper. Slides off his lap and lifts his shirt, leaning down and placing tiny kisses along the cut*
Spike: *purrs* Aw, thanks luv...
Spike: S'not that bad, really. Roses seem to have a thing for me today. *small chuckle*
Buffy: *run a hand over it and kisses it again* But you got cut. And you took care of MY cuts...
Spike: *smiles* Wel... I'm not complainin', you know...
Spike: *purrs a little louder, one hand moves to stroke her hair gently*
Buffy: *starts to kiss her way up his stomach and chest, unbuttoning the shirt ahead of her mouth*
Buffy: *grins when she reaches his chin and sits back, yanking the shirt off him* I'll take that, thank you. *takes her own shirt off and slips his on, being careful of the scratches still on her breasts*
Spike: *small wince when he sees the now light pink, but still visable scratches, but keeps purring* *small chuckle* You could've asked... *grins* But I like your way better.
Buffy: *flips hair and starts to button the shirt back up* Me too. *leans over and lightly brushes her lips over his*
Spike: *purrs a little louder, helps her button the shirt* Is this gonna turn into a habit, luv? Cause I can get used to it.
Buffy: *nods* It is. Why do you think I had so many of Angel's? Your shirts *pokes his chest lightly* Equal my shirts.
Spike: *smiles* Okay, luv. It's fine with me, anyway. I might have to do some shopping soon, though. Or raid the laundry.
Buffy: Shopping. I can go with you. *nods* You need more red. You look really good in red.
Spike: *chuckles* I didn't know you liked it... Okay. Sure. I'd love the company.
Spike: *playfully* But how do you expect me to look good in anything, if you keep takin' my clothes?
Buffy: *giggles* You'll just have to buy more. I like 'em. THey're comfy. *pouts up at him* Don't you want me to be comfy?
Spike: *smiles* Of course I do, luv... And quit poutin'... Make me feel guilty and I didn't even do anything.
Buffy: *buries her head in his chest and mumbles* You're not holding me. Feel guilt.Feel shame.
Spike: *chuckles, wraps his arms around her and nuzzles against her, holding tightly, but not too hard* Better, luv?
Buffy: MMm...much.
Spike: *smiles* I agree. *rubs her back a little with one hand*
Buffy: *snuggles closer and runs up and down his back with both hands, making little circles* Can we just stay here for a while?
Spike: *smiles, purrs softly* Of course... I missed this... I was gonna bring you breakfast this mornin'.
Buffy: *pouts* I didn't know that.
Buffy: I was trying to escape before work, so I helped TL make more congo bars.
Spike: *small chuckle*
Buffy: I woulda stayed if I'd known you were gonna go all sweet and pamper-y
Spike: *nuzzles* Yeah, well... I never got to make it, anyway... Red cornered me in the kitchen.
Buffy: Oh. *eyes open wide* OH! *sits up and looks at him, worried* She didn't go all vien-y on you, did she?
Spike: *small head shake* Her eyes... kinda scared me, but hair and skin stayed normal... And she calmed down when I told her that you'd been hurt and I was just watchin' over you.
Buffy: Oh. Ok.
Buffy: *snuggles back in and looks down* That's what you told her? That I was hurt, and you were just watching me?
Spike: *shrugs slightly* I didn't know what I was allowed to say and what I shouldn't... I think she knows she scared me... feels bad about it too. She tried to kinda.. pat my shoulder before she left, and I didn't mean to flinch, but I did, and she looked sad... *sighs* I never know what to do anymore.
Buffy: That's not your fault.
Buffy: She doesn't like that she scares people. The coven in England was scared of her, too, and it really upset her.
Buffy: She's still trying to heal.
Spike: *small nod* I know how she feels.
Spike: I kinda... I want to talk to her... help, tell her that the hurt gets better with time... But I really suck at lying lately, so.. *small shrug*
Buffy: *shrugs* She's getting better. She just needs time.
Spike: Time is good. *nuzzles her, rubbing at the back of her neck a little with one hand* Look what time has done for us.
Buffy: Hmmm...*dropps head forwards and pushes into his hand a little*
Spike: *purrs softly* Oh, you like that, huh? *smiles*
Spike: *keeps rubbing gently*
Buffy: Could you rubb a tiny bit harder? There's a knot right there...
Spike: *begins rubbing a little harder, kneading at the knot* Like this? *smiles as he feels the knot loosening under his touch*
Buffy: Mmmhmm...*hums a little and snuggles closer*
Buffy: Apperantly the movie starts at 7:30, so I'm have to leave around 7. But I'll be back after, if you'll still be here.
Spike: Oh, I'll be here. We've still got about... two hours before that, huh?
Buffy: yeah.
Spike: Well, good then. *keeps rubbing till he feels the knot leave, then lightens a little* There. Knot gone.
Buffy: *mumbles* That doesn't mean you hafta stop....*lightly runs nails up and down his back, snuggling closer*
Spike: *purrs louder, keeps rubbing* Did I say that I was stoppin'?
Buffy: *still mumbling* got lighter
Spike: Ohhh. *rubs a little harder, starts rubbing up and down her spine with the other hand* Did you know that I love doin' this for you?
Buffy: *shakes head* You do? *looks up at him, nuzzling his chest* Why?
Spike: *smiles* Cause you like it.
Spike: And you make that little humming sound, and nuzzle me. So I get benefits, too.
Buffy: *grins and buries her face in his chest, breathing against him* If you pushed a little...*waits for his hand to brush the small of her back..* right there, I'd hum more.
Spike: *grins* Oh. I can do that. *begins rubbing a little harder, small circles on the small of her back with one hand, the other still working on the back of her neck*
Buffy: *hums and snuggles closer, moving to stradle him and wraps legs around him, pressing her face into his chest* Yes. Right there. God, that feels good. There's been a knot there all day...
Spike: *purrs loudly* Ooh. I'd have done this sooner, if I knew you'd get like this. *grins, keeps rubbing*
Spike: You know, one of these nights, you're gonna have to lay down and let me really give you a good massage.
Buffy: *nods* But not tonight. The scratches still hurt *hums some more and snuggles closer, breathing into his chest and arching her back*
Spike: *small nod, purrs a little louder, keeps rubbing* Got all the time in the world, luv... *nuzzles her*
Buffy: 'Kay
Buffy: *snuggles closer and hums, then winces, pulling back a little*
Spike: *nuzzles a little* Careful, luv... *small, sympathetic smile* You'll heal better if you stay still.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Besides, you can't get much closer, without crawling into my skin.
Buffy: I know. I just forgot that there was a scratch there.
Buffy: *looks up at him, pouting* But I wanna.
Spike: *smiles* You want to crawl into my skin? S'kinda crowded in here, you know.
Buffy: No, I wanna get closer. *leans forehead against his chest and tightens her hold*
Spike: *purrs deep and loud* Mm. Well... I'm not against it...
Spike: Uh oh..
Buffy: Hmm?
Buffy: *closes eyes and snuggles closer* You better not be about to tell me you have to go.
Spike: *winces* I'll come right back... There's a bit of an emergency here.
Spike: There's smoke comin' out of Tiger's kitchen...
Buffy: *sighs* fine. GO.
Spike: *ducks head* I'll be back before you have to go. I promise.
Spike: Try to talk TL out of leavin...
Buffy: ok
(PAUSE)
Spike: Back.. I'm back.
Buffy: *pouts* Took you long enough.
Spike: *pants slightly, sits down on the couch again* I may not have ever single handedly averted an apocolypse... But I did just avert a housefire...
Spike: I'm sorry, luv... *moves to pull her into his lap again* How can I make it up to you, luv?
Spike: Anything.
Buffy: *looks up and him and grins* Careful when you offer something like that.
Buffy: You never know what I'll ask for.
Spike: *chuckles* I know. I'm willin'.
Spike: C'mon. What do you want?
Spike: Anything that doesn't involve me goin' dusty or bein' set on fire.
Buffy: *bites lip.* Some of the scratches are still open. I was thinking you could close them...but they're the ones on my...*sighs* And you've been kinda uncomfortable with anything too...intimate. So, if you don't want to, that's fine. They just hurt.
Spike: *cocks head* Well... I suppose I could make an exception... I don't want you hurtin'.
Buffy: *lowers head and closes her eyes* You know what? Forget it. Don't. Let's just change the subjext.
Buffy: subject
Spike: Luv, I want to help you.
Spike: *small smile* To tell you the truth, luv... I don't think this would bother me. At all... I'm feelin' alot more comfortable lately.
Buffy: *peeks up at him* Are you sure? Because I think I opened one of them earlier, when I was...*laughs* 'trying to crawl inside you'.
Spike: *laughs softly* I'm sure, luv. In fact, I really want to... *blinks* I don't know if you should take that the way it sounded or not...
Buffy: I'm gonna. *grins, then frowns* UNless you don't want me to.
Spike: *chuckles* No. Go ahead... I think that's how I meant it, anyway. *shrugs* I'm confusin' myself, too. *chuckles*
Buffy: Ok. *slids off his lap and lays back on the couch*
Buffy: *looks up at him and smiles, shifting a little to pull him down next to her* We can snuggle, to.
Buffy: too
Spike: *grins* Mm. This keeps gettin' better and better.
Spike: *nuzzles her gently, slips one arm around her* M'glad you've got this huge couch, luv.
Spike: *one hand fiddles with the buttons on the borrowed shirt* Want me to do this now?
Buffy: *nods* Yeah. They really sting
Spike: *slowly unbuttons the shirt, giving a small wince when he sees the slightly oozing scratches* Looks like... three of 'em, luv. The rest have faded.
Buffy: *glances down* Three?
Buffy: I only felt one.
Spike: *small nod*
Spike: S'one... with two branches.
Spike: *cocks his head, eyes suddenly go gold, purrs quietly* Got good light in here... *smiles at her*
Buffy: *shifts slightly and winces* could you close them now?
Buffy: they really sting
Spike: *small nod* Sure. I have to vamp, you know.
Spike: *vamps, cocks his head one last time, then slowly leans forward, drawing his tongue slowly up the scratches, being sure to close them, his eyes closing in the process*
Buffy: *closes eyes and stifles a moan*
Spike: *finishes, pulls back, opening his gold eyes to look at her* How's that feelin', luv?
Buffy: *hums and nods*
Spike: *snuggles up to her side, nuzzling at her shoulder a little* Good...
Spike: *purrs loudly, moving to rebutton her shirt* Don't want you gettin' cold.
Buffy: I wasn't
Spike: *looks at her, a small smile* So, are you tellin' me to leave it?
Buffy: *bites lip and nods* It might heal better
Spike: *smiles* Okay... *takes the hand that had been about to button the shirt and begins rubbing small circles on her stomach*
Buffy: *hums and arches her back* You're gonna put me to sleep
Spike: *smiles* But you like this, right? And layin' down like this feels good to my pulled shoulders, so I'm gonna keep doin' this.
Buffy: ok
Spike: *hand finds it's way to her side, keeps rubbing gently, nuzzles against her, starts purring softly again*
Buffy: *eyes close* Don't feel that you ever have to stop.
Spike: Oh, I won't... *gently kisses under her ear* No time soon, anyway.
Buffy: *hums and turns her head, rubbing his nose* *opens her eyes and smiles sleepily* Hi.
Spike: *smiles softly* Hey, luv... *touches noses with her gently* Feelin' better?
Buffy: uh huh. *leans her forehead against his and sighs* Much
Spike: *purrs louder* Did you know that, resting foreheads together is a gesture of deep affection in vampires? S'why I keep doin' it.
Buffy: *nods* I knew.
Spike: *smiles* Oh, good, then. Glad you don't mind.
Buffy: *hums again* Not even a little bit
Spike: *soft chuckle* That's the sound. *rubs his hand up and down her side slowly*
Buffy: *shifts her hips a little so she's facing him, causeing the shirt to fall a bit* Spike?
Spike: *purring softly* Yeah, luv?
Buffy: *swallows and opens her eyes* Tell me you love me?
Spike: *smiles, touches foreheads again* I love you, Buffy. With all my heart and soul, I love you.
Buffy: *smiles and moves head closer so she's breathing onto his lips and rubs her nose on his again* I love you too.
Spike: *eyes close, purrs extremely loudly, muscles seem to go limp for a moment* I'm never gonna get tired of hearin' that...
Buffy: *lays back again and smiles up at him, running fingers through his hair*
Spike: *quietly* Do you know how much that means to me, Buffy? Hearing you say that you love me.. It's a dream come true.
Buffy: *smiles and swallows, blinking back a few tears* Isn't that a little cliche?
Spike: *small chuckle* I know... But I mean it.
Spike: *strokes her cheek with the back of his fingers* I really mean it.
Buffy: *nuzzles his hand and sighs* I wanna stay here. *looks up at him, frowning* You're gonna be here when I come back, right?
Spike: *nods* I'm gonna be here. I promise.
Spike: You've still got about ten minutes before you have to leave, right?
Buffy: Yeah. It'll be around ten-ish, I think. So thats, what, midnight there, right?
Spike: *nods* Yeah.
Buffy: *nuzzles into his hand again and closes her eyes* OK. Just as long as you'll be here.
Spike: *smiles* Tell you what, maybe I'll be upstairs. I think I need to work these cricks out of my back.
Buffy: OK.
Buffy: *turns on her side again and snuggles closer, hooking a leg over his and nestling into his chest, mumbling* Just be here. I don't wanna come back to you gone. Please?
Spike: I swear, Buffy. I will be here.
Spike: *wraps arms around her and nuzzles*
Buffy: You won't let Dawn scare you off?
Buffy: *hums and snuggles in closer, running a hand over the arm around her*
Spike: *smiles* You think I'd let Bit keep me from you? Sorely mistaken, luv.
Spike: I will be here.
Buffy: *mumbles* Good. *rubs her face on his chest and slips a leg between his, cradling one between hers* *sighs* Have I mentioned that I don't wanna go?
Spike: *nuzzles, moves a bit so that their stomachs are touching* Have I mentioned that I don't want you to, either?
Spike: You know, we outnumber TL... we can out vote her.
Buffy: *shakes head* No we can't. Her husband is tapping his foot in the doorway.
Spike: *sighs* So two to two. Damn.
Buffy: Yeah.
Buffy: *bumps his nose again, resting her forehead against his* I hafta go.
Spike: *purrs, deep sigh* Oh. Okay... I'll see you in a couple of hours... I promise.
Buffy: OK. *kisses his nose* Bye.
Spike: I'll just read over some of Tiger's tickle fics while you're gone... *smiles* Bye, luv.
Three Hours Later
Spike: *sounds of an acoustic guitar coming from upstairs*
Buffy: Hey.
Buffy: *peeks head into the room*
Buffy: I'm back.
Spike: *glances up, grins* Hey, luv. Look what I found. I think it was Rupert's.
Spike: Was in the basement.
Buffy: *grins and shakes head* Nope. Mine.
Spike: *smiles* Really? You play?
Buffy: Just don't have the time for it anymore. Like the ice skating, and the dancing...
Buffy: And, y'know, the general life.
Spike: *fiddles with the tuning* Hmm. I didn't think I remembered how to play... Proved m'self wrong.
Spike: *pats the bed next to him* Sit down, luv.
Buffy: *smiles and comes over, running a hand down the guitar* When did you learn?
Spike: *shrugs* Back in the sixties... Needed a hobby.
Spike: How was the movie?
Buffy: It was good. Lotsa fight scenes, which you know are my favorites. More than usually, all hand to hand, with some swords, even.
Spike: *perks up* Swords?
Buffy: And at the end, they were litteraly rolling in diamonds. It was nice.
Buffy: Yeah. Nice swords. A few I recognized, even. Giles woulda been proud.
Spike: *chuckles* I like the gadgets in James Bond films... Was sad when the guy who played Q died.
Buffy: John Cleese is the new one, though.
Buffy: He did it well. Very funny.
Buffy: Invisible car was neat.
Spike: *chuckles* I laughed out loud when James asked Q in the last one, "If you're Q, does that make him R?"
Spike: Tiger has that on tape somewhere... I think she has a crush on Peirce Brosnan.
Buffy: *giggles* Nope. He's still Q. It was interesting.
Spike: *strums the guitar a little, fiddles with the tuning some more* And a little... There. That's better.
Buffy: *makes a face* It hasn't been tuned since we moved to Sunnydale.
Buffy: I figured it was warped at this point.
Spike: *shrugs* Works fine, with a little care... *plays a few cords*
Spike: Just gotta have the right touch, and it sings to you.
Buffy: *grins* Works for all sortsa stuff, does it?
Spike: *chuckles* That it does.
Spike: We both seem in good moods tonight... Did those scratches heal up the rest of the way?
Buffy: *scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder* *nods* I think so. They don't hurt as much. There are a few that were really deep, but all the rest are gone. No more red lines, even. GOtta love that slayer healing. *sighs and watches him tune the guitar* PLay something?
Spike: *smiles* You really want me to?
Spike: I was practicin' a Bryan Adams song that Tiger's been listenin' too, before you came back.
Spike: S'from a movie.
Buffy: *rolls eyes* You couldn't sing something jazzy? Please, please don't sing Bryan Adams. He gets stuck in your head.
Spike: *laughs* Well, I kinda like this song. Fits with me, I think.
Spike: It was a horse movie... Spirit, somethin' or other.
Spike: Tiger's been obsessed with it for the last few weeks.
Buffy: I don't think I saw it
Spike: *shrugs* Then you haven't heard the song. Give it a chance... *sheepishly* Sides, right now, it's the only thing I can remember, besides... *almost inauditably* The entire score of Fiddler On The Roof...
Spike: But that's another story.
Buffy: *giggles* You don't know any standards? Thou Swell? Things Ain't What They Used TO Be? A Fine Romance?
Spike: *sighs* I used to... And I would, if we had a piano, or even a violin.. But not on the guitar.
Buffy: A violin? Really? I've never heard a Jazz standard played on a violin. That would be interesting.
Spike: *chuckles* That it would be. But, we don't have one. *shrugs, keeps fiddling with the tuning* High ranges were a bit warped... think I fixed it, though.
Spike: Piano's my favorite, though. I was playin' since I was five.
Spike: *eyes get kind of a distant look* We had an old grand piano in the foyer... I got up and played with it, taught m'self some rudimentary things by ear... And my Gram and Grampa suprised me with lessons for my sixth birthday.
Buffy: *smiles* TL's father taught himself. I think it gave her a complex. She plays the guitar, piano, violin, and flute. I get the impression she was looking for something she could do better. *giggles* I think she went nuts when it turned out she was a Jazz singer. *shrugs* I'm not as complex.
Buffy: All the other kids were learning piano or guitar.
Buffy: We couldn't afford the piano, or the lessons.
Buffy: The guitar was cheaper, and you can get lessons at school.
Spike: *shakes head, small nod* Yeah. Guess that's how it gets started. *strums a little, humming something under his breath* C.. that's the C.. There.
Spike: Hard to remember where to put your fingers after twenty years.
Buffy: *takes it out of his hands and starts to tune it* It's been less for me. *smiles* THough not much. Hang on...
Spike: *small chuckle* Okay.
Buffy: *clears throat and hums a bit to find the note* Wow. You've been working on this for a while.
Buffy: It was a mess the last time I picked it up.
Spike: Couple of hours, actually.
Spike: I went in the basement to work out a bit... Thought better of it, and then I found that. Brought it up here, and have been ever since.
Buffy: What, did you find it right after I left?
Spike: *shrugs* Sorta. 'Bout ten minutes after.
Buffy: *grins* It sounds good.
Spike: I went down there with the intention of workin' out those annoyin' kinks in my back, but this caught my eye... *shrugs*
Spike: *chuckles* I think I have a short attention span... Unless somethin' interests me.
Buffy: "It was just one of those things.
Just one of those fabulous things.
One of those bells that now and then rings.
Just one of those things
A trip to the clouds, on gossamer wings...
Buffy: *trys to find the chord* It was just one of those nights. Just one of those magical nights.
Buffy: Damn. *frowns* I used to be able to just find this.
Spike: *moves near her, repositions her fingers* There.
Buffy: *glares* I thought you said it'd been twenty years
Spike: *smiles* It has... And I kind of wanted to hear you sing. You've got a beautiful voice, luv.
Buffy: *Glares and mutters* If you're insane, maybe.
Spike: *leans toward her, nuzzles for a moment* No. It's beautiful... Trust me. I love your voice. Did you know I was standin' outside the bathroom door the other day, when you were in the shower, just to hear you sing?
Buffy: *eyes widen* What?! *Covers her eyes and groans* GOd...
Spike: *chuckles softly* C'mon, luv. You're wonderful. I've wanted to hear you sing again for nearly a year. Didn't get to hear much that time... But what I did hear was beautiful.
Spike: *small snort* Now me, I should be banned from singin'.
Buffy: *snickers* Only certain songs.
Spike: *small play growl* Such as?
Buffy: *giggles* You don't really have the vocal chords to pull off nine-inch- nails songs, SPike.
Spike: *pained sigh* I know. Believe me, I know. But I try, at least. *cocks head* I'm better than Peaches, at least... He could kill a cat with that voice.
Buffy: *sighs* I know. I know. And he knows it, which only takes the danger away a little. *fingers find the right strings* Ha! I knew I'd find it!
Spike: *grins*
Buffy: *hums a little and frowns, concentrating*
It was just one of those things.
Just one of those fabulous flings.
One of those bells that now and then rings.
Just one of those things
Buffy: It was just one of those nights.
Just one of those fabulous flights.
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings.
Just one of those things.
Spike: *leans back on his elbows, listening, eyes half closed, smiling*
Buffy: If we thought of it, oh, the end of it,
as we started making the rounds
We'd have been aware that this love affair
Was too hot not to cool down.
Buffy: So goodbye dear, and amen
Here's hoping we'll meet now and then
It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.
Buffy: From this moment on...you and me, dear,
Only two for tea, dear, from this moment on.
From this happy day, No more blue songs,
Only whoopdy-do songs, from this moment on.
Buffy: Well you got the love I need so much,
you've got the skin I love to touch
You've got the arms to hold me tight,
You've got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight
Buffy: From this moment on, you and I, mate,
We're gonna be ridin' high, there,
every care is you, from this moment,
from this moment,
from this moment,
from this moment on!
Buffy: *sighs* I don't think I hit the right note once.
Spike: *grins* I think you did good, luv. Better than me, anyway.
Buffy: *groans* That's hardley a fair comparison.
Spike: *blinks* And what was that supposed to mean?
Buffy: *grins* Nothing.
Spike: *raised eyebrow* Now, c'mon, luv. No secrets.
Buffy: Well...Ricky Martin, you're not. And I'm a girl. And you're...dead. So, we're not talking a fair assesment of the situation. *blinks* Wow. I think I've spent WAY too much time with GIles over the years.
Spike: *snickers* A Slayer turnin' into her Watcher...
Buffy: HEY!
Buffy: Just for that, I'm not singin' the song I was gonna. *sticks out tongue*
Spike: *cocks head* If I apolgize?
Spike: Besides, you'd already said it. I just.. rephrased.
Buffy: *shrugs and plucks at the strings.*
Buffy: But I wasn't mean about it.
Spike: *pouts* I wasn't bein' mean... Just playful. *small grin* I half expected you to smack me, though.
Buffy: *sighs and finds the chords* I'm gonna sing it, but it won't be as much fun now.
Buffy: Thou Swell
Thou Witty
Thou Sweet
Thou Grand
Buffy: Wouldst kiss
me pretty
Would hold
my hand
Buffy: Thou thine eyes are cute too,
What they do to me.
Hear me holler at you,
A sweet hullabalooser in me
Spike: *grins*
Buffy: I feel so rich in a hut for two
Two rooms, a kitchen
I'm sure would do!
Give me just a plot of,
not a lot of land, And!
Buffy: Thou Swell
Thou Witty
Thou Grand
Buffy: *peeks at him but keeps her head down*
Buffy: *idly plays wih the strings*
Spike: *smiles*
Spike: *leans over and kisses her cheek* You are amazin'. Did you know that?
Buffy: *blushes* My dad likes...liked jazz standards. So, he used to have me sing them when his friends came over. it always embarressed me.
Spike: *small, sympathetic sound* I know what you mean... My Gram always had me playin' sonata's and the like when they had company.
Spike: *mutters* If I had to wear that stupid little suit one more time...
Buffy: At least YOU didn't hafta sing.
Buffy: *giggles* what kinda suit?
Spike: *sighs* Remember the spell where we lost our memories? The suit I was wearin' then?
Spike: Well, that one looked better on me than the horrible one that Gram made me wear.
Spike: Tails and everything. Said I looked like 'a real concert pianist'... Felt like a trained monkey.
Buffy: *bites lip* You looked kinda sexy in that suit. If you lost the hat.
Spike: *small chuckle* Oh really? Never thought brown was my color.
Buffy: *grins* I bet you'd look devastating in a black tux
Spike: *small chuckle* Well.. never had occasion to wear one.
Spike: *shrugs* Maybe someday.
Spike: I hate tags, though.
Spike: The tags in the back of the neck, that make you itch like crazy the whole time? I hate 'em.
Buffy: So, I'll take the tags off. You'd still look killer.
Spike: *small grin* You know, that kind of goes with the idea I had a couple of days ago... But I'm not ready to tell you, yet. Don't have it set up.
Spike: *cocks head at the guitar* Could I do my song now? I kind of wanted to show you... I think you'll see why I like it.
Buffy: *head snaps up, from staring down at the guitar* Yeah. OK. *stares for a minute before snapping out of it and hands him the guitar*
Spike: *glances at her as he accepts it* Luv? Uh, where were you just now?
Spike: Your mind seemed elsewhere.
Buffy: *shakes head* Whatcha gonna play?
Spike: *smiles* You'll see. I know you've never heard it... But somethin' about the lyrics struck a cord with me... Both literally and figuratively, I guess.
Spike: S'called "Nothing I Have Ever Known".
Spike: *begins strumming a slow, romantic melody*
Right now I feel
Just like a leaf on a breeze
Who knows where it's blowin'?
Who knows where it's goin'?
I find myself somewhere
I never thought I'd be.
I'm going round in circles, yeah
Thinkin' bout you and me
Spike: And how do I explain it when
I don't know what to say?
What do I do now?
So much has changed
Spike: Nothing I have ever known
Has made me feel this way.
Nothing I have ever seen,
Has made me want to stay.
Here I am, ready for you.
I'm torn and,
I'm fallin',
I hear my home callin', hey!
I've never felt something so strong.
Oh no.
It's like nothing I've ever known...
Spike: You're the one I'm lookin' for,
You're the one I need.
You're the one that gives me
A reason to believe.
Followin' our star,
Has lead to where you are.
I feel so strong now,
This can't be wrong now
Spike: Nothing I have ever known
Has made me feel this way.
Nothing I have ever seen,
Has made me want to stay.
Here I am, ready for you.
I'm torn and,
I'm fallin',
I hear my home callin', hey!
I've never felt something so strong.
Oh no.
It's like nothing I've ever known,
Nothing I've ever known...
Spike: Right now I feel,
Just like a leaf on a breeze.
Who knows where it's blowin'?
And who knows
Where I'm goin'...
Spike: *strums slow instrumental ending*
Spike: *looks down at the guitar* Guess I did it right...
Buffy: *Leans into his shoulder and closes her eyes* Wow.
Spike: *purrs softly* Wow, what, luv?
Buffy: *shakes head* All of it. Just..wow. *takes his hand off the guitar and cradles it in her lap*
Spike: *smiles, leans his head sideways, resting his cheek on her head, thumb strokes over the back of the hand that's holding it* And you thought you wouldn't like it.
Buffy: *shrugs* I usually HATE Bryan Adams
Spike: *chuckles softly* Me too. The lyrics, though... S'what got me.
Buffy: *bites lip and looks up at him* I think it was the singer that got me.
Spike: *ducks head slightly* M'not that good, I know... But still... *small shrug*
Buffy: *hooks a finger under his chin and stretches up, resting her forehead against his* Very good. I don't mean the singing.
Spike: *purrs louder* Thanks, luv.
Spike: *puts the guitar on the floor next to the bed* I think I'm done playin' with that for now. Unless you want it.
Buffy: *shakes head* Nope.
Spike: *smiles* Good. *moves a little and stretches, giving a small yawn, then winces* Ow.
Buffy: Ow?
Spike: *shakes head* Been sittin' up here too long. Cramped.
Buffy: Oh...
Spike: *lays back so that his legs from the knees down are hanging off the bed* Now I remember why I wanted to work out earlier.
Buffy: *looks at him for a minute, then shakes her head* No good. I wanna be where we were. I was really comfy. So, you gotta scootch up.
Spike: *moves around till there's enough room for her* Here, better?
Buffy: *points to the pillows* Up there.
Spike: *scoots up again, small wince, sigh* Here?
Spike: Remind me never to move furniture with you.
Buffy: *giggles and crawls up the bed towards him* You sure about that? *stops so she's hovering over him and lets one leg slid along his*
Spike: *smiles, chuckles* If I pick up a bookcase, and you're goin' "Oh, no.. over there... No, over there... A little left.." I might drop it on you.
Buffy: *pouts and nestles her leg between his, but keeps herself propped up over him* But if I want it in just the right spot, it'd be worth it!
Spike: Only if *I* was the one gettin' a massage later.
Buffy: *frowns and pouts at the same time* Spike! It has to be in the right spot! You don't understand...if it's in the wrong place, it throws the whole room off
Spike: *small chuckle* I do understand, luv... I'm picky about where my stuff is, too. I'm just sayin'. I've got enough sore muscles without that happenin'.
Buffy: *lays her head down on his chest and starts tracing patterns on it* I'd make it worth it.
Spike: *smiles, wraps his arms around her, purrs softly* Really, now... And how would you do that?
Buffy: *smiles and wrpas her legs tighter around the one traped between them* I'm sure I'd be able to come up with something.
Spike: *small chuckle* Knowin' you, I have no doubt. *small grin* I remember you sayin' that I make a good pillow... aparently I make a good matteress, too, huh? Since you keep gettin' on top of me.
Buffy: *props herself up on her arms again* would you rather I moved?
Spike: *blinks* No... I love this, Buffy... *grins mischeviously* You know I've always been fond of you bein' on top.
Buffy: *lowers her hips, but keeps her upper body levered up* You sure? I can move
Spike: *uses his arms, which are still around her, to pull her back down* I said no, and I meant it. Stay, puppy.
Buffy: *giggles* Puppies get petted. You're not petting.
Spike: *starts stroking her hair with one hand* Yeah, well, I was basically givin' you a tummy rub earlier, luv. I think your puppy status is sealed.
Buffy: hmmm...I liked the tummy rub. A lot. *sighs* Wish we could've stayed there.
Spike: *smiles* Well, we're here now. But, if you want me to do that, we're gonna have to move again.
Buffy: *looks up at him* Move? *glances down at them and sighs* Ok. But only because it felt so good.
Spike: *smiles, rolls onto his side, taking her with him, keeping their legs entwined* This should work... *carefully unbuttons the shirt he gave her earlier, sliding his hand inside and rubbing her stomach gently* This what you wanted, luv?
Buffy: *hums and closes her eyes, laying back on the bed* Uhm hmm..
Spike: *keeps rubbing, alternating between her stomach and side* Chalk another thing up to the 'things vamps and Slayers have in common' list.
Buffy: hmmm...*hums again but doesn't open her eyes*
Buffy: *mumbles* This is really, really nice. Don't feel that you have to stop at any point. You really, really don't.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Oh, don't worry, luv. Like I said, I love doin' this stuff for you. *nuzzles his nose in the back of her neck, and presses a gentle kiss to the same spot a moment later*
Buffy: *hums and smiles, speaking in a cross between a mumble and whispter* Nice. That was very, very nice
Spike: *begins purring softly, nuzzles and kisses again, several times*
Buffy: *drops head forward and breathes out softly, snuggling back into him a bit and arching her neck up towards him*
Spike: *smiles, then nuzzles his nose against the sensitive patch of skin just behind and beneath her ear*
Buffy: Ohh...*leans back into him again, still humming* that's cheating...you know I melt when you touch me there.
Spike: *soft chuckle* I know. You do the same thing to me, Slayer, and you know it. I'm only keepin' it even. *kisses the same spot*
Buffy: *whimpers and tries to nuzzle back against him* Not that I'm complaining...
Buffy: *bits lip and closes eyes, frowning* Spike? Are you ok?
Spike: *small nod* Yeah, luv.. why?
Buffy: Nothing. You're just being really quiet
Spike: *small shrug* Just kinda... my back hurts, and I thought you were enjoyin' what I'm doin'... Didn't want to disturb you.
Buffy: *quietly* I am. You were just...it was like you weren't here. *turns head to look at him* Your back still hurts?
Spike: *small shrugging nod* Yeah.. Pulled it somethin' feirce when I feel off that stupid roof today. S'not that bad.
Spike: *fell off. Sorry.
Buffy: It is if it still hurts *turns over and pulls him towards her by his shoulder* Lay flat
Spike: *lays on his stomach* Uh, luv? What're you gonna do?
Buffy: *frowns at him* I'm gonna rub it. Unless you don't want me to?
Spike: *small smile* Actually... *soft chuckle* I thought you'd never catch my hints. *grins*
Buffy: *makes a face at him and lightly hits his arm* You coulda just said, 'Buffy, my back really hurts. Could you rub it?'
Buffy: *smooths her hands down his back and frowns* You put a shirt on. *reaches down and starts to lift it off* Lift up. It's in the way.
Spike: *raises up on his arms and lets her pull the shirt off, then lays back down* *small grin* Keep it. *playfully* You're probably gonna wind up with it anyway.
Buffy: *grins* Damn straight. *tosses it onto the desk chair and flips her hair over her shoulders* Ok. Try to relax, alright? *smooths her hands down his back, gently kneading at the sides and and sliding them back up*
Buffy: *settles her hands on the backs of his shoulders and starts a kneading circular motion* Let me know if I hurt you, ok? TL's taught me a few things, but I don't have a license or anythnig.
Spike: *small nod, eyes half closed* Okay... *small smile, pillows his head on his arms*
Spike: As if *I* have one?
Buffy: *slips her fingers down over his shoulder and starts kneading with her thumbs in small circles* Maybe not, but TL does, and she's taught me a few things. A lot, actually. Did you know that the average career for a massuesse or massuere is only ten years?
Buffy: The injury statsics are actually higher than professional footbal
Spike: Uh-mm... *begins purring quietly, eyes closing a little more* That's interesting....
Buffy: *starts kneading with all four fingers together, thumbs pressing just about his shoulderblades*
Buffy: *giggles lightly* Yeah. You seem really interested.
Spike: *purrs a little louder, unconciously pushes up against her hands* M'listenin'...
Buffy: Uh huh. Sure you are. *alternates pressure along her fingers, rotating her palms into his shoulderblades*
Spike: *purring gets alot louder, rumbling from deep within his chest* Ooh..
Buffy: *moves to straddle him for leverage and pulls her hands back so they're flat on his back, rotating the heel of her hands while pressing her fingers into the tops of his shoulderblades and making small circles.
Buffy: *giggles* See? Not listening.
Buffy: If I told you what kind of massage this is, would you even hear me? *flexes her fingers and alternates the pressure again along the fingers, pressing the balls of her hands into his back*
Spike: *pushes against her hands again, rumbling loudly, valiantly tries to hold his eyes open* I'm here... M'listenin', luv.. Go ahead.
Buffy: You are, huh? Well this is a cross between a type of shiatsu and Reiki
Buffy: Now, what did I say?
Spike: *slow blink* Crossin' mushrooms and pasta?
Buffy: *moves her thumbs in and starts making small circles on either side of his spin, splaying her fingers out and flexing them out from her palms rythmycaly*
Buffy: *giggles* Very funny.
Spike: *quiet purring moan* Ooohhh... Whatever it is... I reallllllyyy like it..
Buffy: *giggles again* Yes, I can tell. You can thank TL for this, by the way. I used to suck at this. I either hurt the person, or they couldn't even feel it.
Buffy: *reverses the flexing, moving in from her fingers and starts rotating her thumbs the other way, working up an inch and then down again*
Spike: *another half moan, eyes close all the way, still purring loudly* S'the.. Slayer strength... really a.. bonus here... ooh.
Buffy: *smiles* I'm not really pushing. You're not supposed to. Apperantly it's all in the angles. If you're coming at it from the wrong angle, you can push as hard as you want, it won't hit the right place. But if you're in the right place, the lightest touch'll do it. *smiles* Now, did you hear a word of that?
Buffy: *lifts her palms up and starts alternating with her fingertips, walking them up his shoulderblades, sliding and rotating her thumbs along his spine.*
Spike: *purrs a little louder* Yeah... I heard.. 'it'.... Maybe more.. but you only... asked for... 'a' word... *small grin*
Buffy: *giggles* But I asked if you hear THAT..you said IT.
Buffy: *snickers* Gotcha
Spike: *small laugh* Very funny, luv... Ahh.. That's it... That's the pull..
Buffy: *soflty* Ok. *points her fingers and starts a small rotating motion just below his shoulderblades, pressing her thumbs in a few inches lower along his spine* There?
Spike: *sighing moan* Oh yeah...
Buffy: OK. *starts stretching and contracting the muscle by pressing up with her fingers and down with her thumbs, then rubing them back together in a small circle, alternating the pressure from the center to the sides*
Spike: *makes a happy sigh/purring sound, relaxes completely, nearly sinking into the mattress* *quietly* Oh.. god, I love you... *smiles*
Buffy: Just for this? I'm insulted *smiles and starts to alternate the contracting motion with an out/in motion, running the pressure along her fingers in, then out*
Spike: *sighs deeply again* No... s'everythin'... But I keep.. findin' new things... this is one.. ohhh.
Buffy: Is it starting to feel better?
Spike: *drowsily* Uh huh...
Buffy: *wispers* Does it still hurt?
Spike: *quietly, sounding almost asleep* No... not at all...
Buffy: *quietly* Do you want me to stop, then? *changes direction of the circles and lightens the pressure on the outside motion, pushing down as she moves in*
Spike: *rolls his head to the side and opens one eye* If you want to... Otherwise... we're liable.. to be here all night... *smiles* Not that... I'd object, mind.. you.
Buffy: *stops rubbing, but leaves the hands on his back, smoothing up to his shoulder and stretching herself out on top of him, running her hands along his arms and dropping her head on his shoulder* *drops a kiss on his shoulder* It feels ok now?
Spike: *smiles, purrs a little softer* Feels great... I can't even tell that it ever hurt.
Buffy: *frowns* The purr got quieter.
Buffy: *tightens her legs around his hips and stretches out a little more, wrapping her arms around and under him*
Spike: *small chuckle* Volume button, luv.
Buffy: Where?
Buffy: I didn't *mean* to make it quieter...
Spike: *small chuckle* There're a couple of 'em... I just got quieter cause you stopped rubbin'. S'normal reaction.
Buffy: *slids down him a bit and drops a kiss on the back of his neck* *brings her hands up and smooths them along his chest*
Spike: *purrs louder again* That would be one of the buttons.
Buffy: *smiles* Good. Keep it there. *lays her head down on his back and closes her eyes, letting her body relax on his* Here's hoping Dawn doesn't walk in here looking for her sweater.
Spike: *small chuckle* She's not even home, is she? She left while you were gone... goin' with Red and Harris somewhere, and I haven't heard her come back.. Thought she woulda left you a note.
Buffy: She came in after me. went to her room and locked herself in. Apperantly she walked in on us last night, and now she's pissed at me for not telling her. On the upside, though, she's not mad at you anymore.
Spike: *blinks* She's not?
Buffy: Nope.
Spike: Uh... what did you tell her?
Buffy: *sighs* That we're together, that I trust you, and then...
Spike: *worried sounding* Then?
Buffy: I asked her if she held Angel responsible for what Angelus did. Then I asked her how she could to you, when you actually got the soul on purpose.
Buffy: She didn't actually say anything, but I think you're ok now.
Buffy: Pissed at me, still, though. *sighs* But only because I didn't tell her.
Spike: *moves one arm beneath himself to touch one of her hands with his* She'll get over it, luv... She can't stay mad at you.
Buffy: I know
Spike: *soft chuckle* Come to think of it, neither can I... *shrugs slightly, shifting her on his back a little*
Buffy: *frowns down at him* do you need me to move?
Spike: Haven't actually BEEN mad at you for so long, I barely remember what it feels like.. *small chuckle* No.. Just got to remind myself not to shrug.
Spike: I'm really enjoyin' this.
Spike: Almost nothin' a male vamp likes better than bein' cuddled... And m'so relaxed right now... I don't think I can move.
Buffy: ok. *Shifts her hips against his a little, stretching her legs out along his and her upper body back up along his, running her hands down his chest, her fingers rubbing little circles*
Spike: *purrs a little louder, smiling softly* You know... every time I think I'm as happy as I can get... you keep provin' me wrong.
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: Well.. I thought I was on cloud nine, so to speak, about five minutes ago... But, you'd be suprised how your touch affects me, luv... I just... keep floatin' higher.
Buffy: Oh! Do we have a floaty feeling? *smiles and drops a kiss on the back of his neck*
Spike: *purrs even louder* Oh yeah.. major floaty feelin'...
Buffy: Good. *nuzzles the back of his neck, closing her eyes and rubbing her cheek against the skin*
Spike: *inhales deeply, making her rise on his back, then sighs happily* Just went higher, again...
Buffy: *giggles* And I just got a neat amusment park ride.
Spike: *rolls his head to the side and looks at her with one eye* Oh? This? *inhales deeply again, before sighing*
Buffy: *giggles again* Stop it! You're gonna make me fall off.
Spike: *chuckles softly* S'fun, though... I like making you go up and down.. I feel like a carosel pony.
Buffy: *smiles and nuzzles his neck again* I've ridden you more thann once, and I can tell you, you're no pony. Ponies are docile.
Spike: *laughs quietly* Oh? Then what am I?
Buffy: Well, you're probably more along the lines of...*sighs and drops another kiss on his back* Oh, who am I kidding. You're a vampire. Which just happens to be my prefrence. And I can't believe I'm about to go all poetic but...*sighs again* You cool my fire. You're strong, and powerful, and I know you can watch my back. You glide over me like a panther, and your movments are always smooth.
Buffy: *giggles as she realizes something* You're my big jungle cat.
Spike: *chuckles softly* Well, luv... I guess you're right. Problems is, I have no idea what kind of jungle kitty I am... Don't have stripes, so I'm not a tiger... *delibratly inhales and sighs again, just to hear her giggle*
Buffy: *stifles a giggle and smacks him* Stop that! And I just told you, you're a panther.
Buffy: So there.
Spike: *chuckles softly* Aww. Okay. Ouch, by the way. Smackin' someone who isn't wearin' a shirt isn't nice. I'd teach you a lesson, but I seem to have something on my back.
Buffy: *giggles* Serves you right.
Spike: *small snort* I can't move, anyway. You've effectively pinned me.
Buffy: And I'd move if I thought I might get some more of that tummy rub I was getting earlier, but now I'm scared to. You're gonna pounce on me.
Buffy: Not a nice thing to do, by the way, to the person who gave you such a nice massage.
Spike: *chuckles softly* I know, I know... I'm just in a playful mood now, luv. S'not gonna go away easy.
Buffy: *lays her head back down and sighs, whispering* I love you.
Spike: *purring reaches a cresendo, smiles* I love you, too... You know, that's the first time you've said it before me. *small grin*
Buffy: Hmm? *blinks* what? First time I've said what first?
Spike: *chuckles* Usually, s'me sayin' "I love you",and you respondin'. *smiles* You said it first, this time... Feels good.
Buffy: I did? *frowns* When?
Spike: Just a second ago.
Buffy: *frowns again* Huh. *peeks up at him* Did you say it back?
Spike: *smiles* Of course.
Buffy: *indignantly* And where was I when all this happened?
Spike: *small chuckle* Right where you are now. You said it as you put your head down that last time, I responded right after, and then we started this.
Buffy: Oh.
Buffy: *lays head down* I don't think I was really here.
Spike: *blinks* Uh.. where were you, then?
Buffy: *shakes head* I have no idea.
Spike: *small shrug without thinking* Hmm. You must be tired or something.
Spike: *quietly* Uh.. if you weren't here, you didn't mean to say it, then, huh?
Buffy: No, I'm sure I meant it.
Buffy: I just didn't realize I was saying it.
Spike: *small nod, pillows his head on one arm, the other still pinned beneath him, touching one of her hands* Okay, then.
Buffy: *slips the hand under them into his and lays her head on his back* This is not an easy way to cuddle. I just want that noted.
Spike: *small chuckle* I know.. But I'm kinda likin' bein' held for the moment. We can shift around if you want... *mischevious smile* I'd like to get back to what I was doin' near your ear earlier, actually.
Buffy: *grins* Yes, please.
Buffy: *giggles* But I'm gonna let you move me....you can do it, right? *innocent smile* You're the Big-Bad after all...
Spike: *small snort* Of course I can.. *moves his arms beneath him and starts to push up* Just... lift like this..
Buffy: *looks down at them and giggles* I'm still here. Was this supposed to be it?
Spike: *small chuckle* No.. THIS IS! *bucks slightly, causing her to fall off him and land on the matteress next to him on her back* *chuckles and flops down on his side next to her* I hope you enjoyed your flight. Please keep your hands and arms on top of the bed until the springs have come to a full and complete stop. Thank you.
Buffy: *shrieks and giggles as she bounces for a minute, then rolls to face him and scoots closer* But it stuck us too far away! Now I'm almost falling off the bed.
Spike: *laughs softly and pulls her to him* Just thought I'd see if I could make you another amusement park ride.
Buffy: *giggles again and rolls onto her back, smiling up at him* *lifts a hand and traces his face* Hey.
Spike: *purrs, nuzzles her hand gently* *smiles* You know, I love your giggle... It's all those words you keep usin' for me. Cute, adorable, and the like.
Buffy: Yeah? *runs her thumb over his lips* I can live with that.
Spike: *purrs a little louder, captures her hand for a moment, kissing her thumb* Gotcha.
Buffy: *stops smiling and brings her other hand up to cup his face* Yeah. You do.
Spike: *cocks his head slightly* Somethin' wrong, luv?
Buffy: No. Nothing's wrong. Which, in my life, is really weird. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Spike: *small shrug, nuzzles her hand* No shoe. Just me.
Spike: *cocks head* Luv.. Are you sure you're okay? Now you're the one bein' quiet.
Buffy: *smiles* I'm perfect. *drops her hand to her shirt* Do I get another tummy rub, or is that all over? *starts to undo the buttons on the shirt as she talks*
Spike: *smiles* Make you a deal. You do the same for me sometime, and I'll give you free tummy rubs any time you want. Remember, Slayer's aren't alone in this. *grins*
Buffy: Deal.
Spike: *grins, helps her finish unbuttoning the shirt, before pulling her up against him, wrapping his arm around her, and beginning to rub her stomach and side like he had before* S'what you wanted, right?
Buffy: Yessss...*hums and snuggles back into him, dropping her head on the pillow* Yes, yes, yes.
Spike: *small chuckle* You sound like that woman in the shampoo commercials... *keeps rubbing, moving his hand in widening circles, all the way down to her bellybutton, then back up again*
Buffy: *stretches against him and arches into his hand, causing the shirt to slip a bit* And yet, I seem to be fine with that...
Spike: *smiles, keeps rubbing, grins, and nuzzles his nose to the spot near her ear*
Buffy: *hums and whimpers* You're gonna turn me into jelly...
Spike: *kisses the spot* You came close to doin' that to me awhile ago... M'returnin' the favor.
Buffy: I wasn't complaining. I promise. *hums again, snuggling back against him and dropping her head forward*
Spike: *purrs, keeps rubbing, and begins nuzzling and kissing up and down her neck, starting and ending in the spot near her ear*
Buffy: *whimpers and moans a little* I'm giving you fair warning: If you wanna get out of here with your virtue intact, you won't keep doing that. You know what it does to me.
Spike: *chuckles softly, nuzzles one more time, before resting his head on the pillow near hers* Okay... *moves his rubbing more onto her ribs, adding some gentle kneading*
Buffy: *yawns* I'm gonna fall asleep.
Buffy: *snuggles back into him and mumbles* Just as well. TL's making me get offline soon. *stifles another yawn* Stay the night again?
Spike: *purrs a little louder* Of course... How long do you think TL's givin' you?
Buffy: She says another fifteen minues.
Spike: *slight pout*
Buffy: Sorry. *nuzzles the arm under her head* But you'll stay in here, right?
Spike: *nods* Yeah. Maybe I can manage breakfast tomor- uh, this mornin'.
Buffy: 'kay. *sighs and presses her back against his chest* Hmm..the purr feels nice.
Spike: *purrs louder, vibrating slightly* Yeah... does, doesn't it? You know, I'd never purred before you.
Buffy: *smiles and nuzzles him again* Now I have warm fuzzies. Your fault.
Spike: *small chuckle* So you mind, then?
Buffy: Hmmm...terribly *mumbles and snuggles into the pillow, pressing back against him* It's horrible. I feel all loved and safe. I just don't know what to do about it.
Spike: *mock serious tone* I know just what you mean.. And I had gotten so used to goin' to sleep hated and scared.
Buffy: *still mumbling, falling asleep* Yeah. It's awful. We should look into fixing this. *yawns* tomorrow. Not now.
Spike: *yawns widely, fangs flashing for a moment* Ooh.. contagious. *nuzzles against her, pulling her as close as possible* And then there's this.. warm, happy, floaty feelin' again... gotta do somethin' about that...
Buffy: Yup. Warmth is bad. And the floaty...*stretches a little and snuggles into his arms* floaty is bad. It's one of those things that if you don't just nip...*yawns* Nip it in the bud can grow to cause huge trouble.
Spike: *soft chuckle, nuzzles his nose into her hair, voice is muffled* Yeah.. like feelin' loved... Which is amazin', by the way... *small yawn* And... I'm gettin' used to it.
Buffy: I'm gonna go to sleep now, 'kay? *mumbles* Night.
Spike: *small nod, one last nuzzle* M'too... Love you...
Buffy: Love you too.