Spike:
Uh oh. Caught me.
Buffy: *giggles* Doing what?
Spike: Bein' up at this time of day.
Buffy: Ah...
Buffy: Well, I won't tell anyone.
Spike: *small chuckle* Oh. Good. *cocks head* You're home early.
Buffy: *shrugs* Slow day.
Spike: *small grin* Well then.. *pats the couch next to him* Wanna sit? I don't know how long Tiger's gonna let me stay... She doesn't like me bein' up durin' the day.. But I couldn't sleep, and I think she feels sorry for me.
Buffy: 'Kay
Buffy: *comes over and curls up, snuggling into his arm and resting her chin on his shouler* *grins up at him* Hi.
Spike: *smiles* Well, hello. You might notice that I'm kinda warm.
Spike: *slips his arm around her*
Buffy: I did, actually. *mock frowns up at him* Have you been doing this with someone else?
Spike: *laughs* No.. I just took a shower, and I fed about ten minutes ago.
Spike: *grins* But, on the upside, you don't have to wait for me to warm up.
Spike: I think my hair's still a bit wet, though... Couldn't find my blue towel.
Buffy: *reaches up and runs a few fingers through his hair* No, just damp...*keeps running the fingers through* How come you have to use the same towel everytime?
Spike: *purrs softly* I like my towel. It's fluffy, and soft... and I usually put it in the dryer right before I get in the shower, and it holds in heat nicely.
Buffy: *giggles* You have an intimate relationship with your towel?
Spike: *small chuckle* No... Just.. a working friendship.
Spike: Kinda like you and your piggy.
Buffy: HEY! Mr Gordo is special. Don't go comparing a towel to Mr Gordo.
Buffy: *starts to scratch a little along his hairline* Mr Gordo is...he's like, a piece of my childhood. *giggles* UNless you're claiming that the towle acts as a blankie.
Spike: *purrs louder* It does not... I never had a security blanket. Slept with a light on till I was thirteen, but after that, I became fearless... *mumbles something*
Buffy: What was that?
Spike: *mumbles* Nothin'...
Buffy: *stops moving the hand in his hair and gently tickles his stomach with the other for a second* You said something.
Spike: *jerks* Yeah.. But I don't wanna tell you. You'll make fun of me.
Buffy: *pouts* I will not.
Spike: *scratches his stomach with one hand* You made me itch.
Spike: It's embarrassin'... I don't wanna say.
Buffy: *reaches down and scratchs his tummy with one hand and scoots closer, pouting up at him in full force* PLease?
Spike: *purrs again* Okay.. okay.. and, for the record, there's absolutely no reason for you to stop scratchin'..
Buffy: 'kay
Spike: *clears his throat, sighs* I had... my Gram made me a stuffed bunny rabbit when I was two... It stayed in my bed... my whole life.
Spike: His name was Floppy.
Spike: So, I understand what you mean about your piggy.
Buffy: Good. *smiles and captures a hand, cradling it in her lap with her free hand* You don't still have it, do you
Spike: *small shrug* Well...
Buffy: *grins* You do?
Spike: S'in the chest. The one I keep in the basement.
Buffy: Oh! Can I meet him?
Spike: *small sigh* I have to get up for that, luv.
Buffy: Oh. *looks down at them* Ok, well, when we come back tonight can I meet him?
Spike: *chuckles softly* You know... I kinda want to get 'im now. I'll be right back.
Buffy: OK
Spike: *gets up, goes into the basement*
Spike: *comes back with his hands behind his back* Okay.. Now, he's really old.. Kinda an antique.. So careful with him. *holds out a brown, rag doll type bunny with long floppy ears and button eyes, a silk bow around it's neck*
Buffy: Oh. He's so cute! *goes to reach for him, but pulls her hands back* I don't wanna hurt him.
Spike: *smiles, hands him to her* Just be careful... Those aren't the original eyes... And I've had to stitch him up repeatedly. You probably can't do any worse to him than Dru did the one time she found him.
Spike: *gives a sympathetic look at the bunny* Poor guy wound up havin' a tea party with Miss Edith.
Buffy: Oh! *giggles* The poor thing...*cradles him in her arms and runs a finger over his face, down his nose* He's so cute...
Spike: *smiles, settles beside her on the couch again* So, how did Mr. Gordo like his new friend?
Buffy: OH! *looks up at him, grinning* They looks SO adorable together. They're all snuggled up on the bed.
Spike: *grins* I'm glad you like her, luv.
Spike: *cocks head* Now you're bein' quiet... Is everything okay?
Buffy: *nods* Yeah. Just looking at him. *smiles up at him* I can't believe you kept him all this time
Spike: *small shrug* I like things that are consistant. No matter where I was, or what I was doin'... Always had Floppy around. Not that anyone besides Dru knew about him, and I think she thought that I stole him or something.
Buffy: *looks up at him* Sit. *pats the couch*
Spike: *sits next to her* Arf.
Buffy: *smiles* Good boy *reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, scratching a little*
Spike: *purrs loudly* Ooh. *eyes half close*
Spike: Or, should I say 'meow'. I thought I was *smiles* Your panther.
Buffy: Say whatever you want. Don't care. *snuggles closer and puts the bunny on his lap, petting it with her free hand*
Spike: *smiles* You really like him, huh?
Buffy: Yeah. *puts her inex finger on his nose* He's really sweet.
Spike: *nuzzles her* You know, I bet he'd be alot happier up on your bed, rather than in that chest all the time....
Buffy: *eyes widen* *looks up at him, grinning* Really?
Spike: *smiles* Yeah... I'd like him to be up there, too.. *glances down at the bunny* Didn't really like havin' him in that chest... all in the dark, cooped up. *touches the bunny's ear gently*
Spike: I know this sounds... corny, but... I miss him.
Buffy: *shakes head* It doesn't sound corny. It's too sweet for words, but it's not corny.
Buffy: Keep in mind, please, that I'm a vampire slayer with twin pigs on her bed.
Spike: *smiles* Yeah, but... You're not over a century old. S'could be embarrassin', if anyone else knew about it.
Buffy: *nods* Got it. Anyone asks who's the bunny is, it used to be mom's.
Spike: *smiles* Thanks, luv. *puts his arm around her again* You know, it's kinda nice doin' this durin' the day... Makes me feel more... human.
Buffy: *snuggles into his side and pets the bunny again* *looks up at him* So...wanna tell me WHY you're up so early?
Spike: *sighs* Daymare... I can never get back to sleep after one. And I know what you said the other night, and I believe you, but still...
Buffy: *sighs and nuzzles a cheek against his arm* Isn't there anything you can drink or something that puts you back to sleep?
Spike: *shrugs* Hot cocoa... Or even chocolate milk. But I decided on the shower instead. Kinda needed it after wakin' up in a cold sweat.
Buffy: *frowns up at him* You've never had a nutmeg?
Buffy: Hot Milk, a spoonful of honey and a little nutmeg sprinkled on top. That's what my mom used to make when I had a nightmare.
Spike: *cocks head* Hm. I might try that sometime... But I really don't want to fall asleep again. The one I had will come back. It always does, if I fall asleep again. M'not really tired, anyway.
Buffy: I'm not gonna ask what you dreamt about, becuase I'm in entierly too good a mood to have it ruined. *smiles down at the bunny again and lightly tweaks it's nose*
Spike: *small chuckle* S'okay. Don't want to talk about it, anyway. *nuzzles her* You know, I'm really startin' to think that we're both spoiled.
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: For the past... nearly a week now, we've been doin' nothin' but cuddlin'. I'm really gonna be disappointed if we ever have to stop for even one night.
Buffy: *hums and snuggles closer*
Spike: *sighs* You know... *small smile* I keep finding new things to love about you.
Buffy: *sleepily* Like what?
Spike: *nuzzles her* That little hum you make... the way you smile in your sleep.. You likin' havin' your tummy rubbed, which, until yesterday, I thought was just a vamp thing... So much more.
Buffy: I smile in my sleep?
Spike: *small nod* Kinda mutter, too, but I can never tell what you're sayin'.
Buffy: Hmm...I didn't used to mutter. Angel said I slept like the dead. When I was out, I was out. *sighs* Guess it builds up over the years, huh?
Spike: *shrugs* I've been told that I talk in my sleep sometimes. So, I suppose so.
Buffy: *giggles* You do. ANd it's SO cute. You mumble about Miss Mupet, and Kermit the frog, and The Fonz.
Spike: *sighs* Well, that explains that dream.
Spike: Never shoulda let Dru talk me into watchin' sesame street with her.
Buffy: Oh, come on! I LOVE BIg Bird.
Buffy: ANd so do you. *pokes him* I know so. *giggles again* I heard so.
Spike: *twitches, small chuckle* Yeah, well... *mumbles something*
Buffy: Oh, come on! Stop doing that. What'd you say?
Spike: *sighs* I said, 'not as much as Elmo'.
Buffy: AWW! *snuggles closer and grins* You big softy *kisses his shoulder and laces her fingers through his*
Spike: *deep sigh* I know, I know... You know, I've been fightin' my... softer tendencies for quite some time.. S'nice to have someone to talk to about it.
Spike: *chuckles* These last few days... I've been beginnin' to think that I maybe don't WANT to be the Big Bad anymore.
Buffy: *mock glares at him* That's no fun. Who will I fight with?
Spike: *chuckles* Well, you've got to admit, I'm provin' myself to not really be worthy of the name. I mean, what kind of Big Bad loves Big Bird and Elmo, has a stuffed rabbit from childhood, writes poetry, and loves to be tickled? I don't fit the bill anymore. *exaggerated sigh*
Buffy: *giggles* But you never did, and yet, you had us all convinced. *tiltes her head and smiles at him* And I won't tell anyone.
Spike: *sighs* Good.. Cause, I really don't want to stop doin' any of those things.
Buffy: 'kay.
Buffy: *tilts head up* I have to go for about a half hour. Will you be here, or will I see you tonight?
Spike: *cocks head* Only half an hour? I'll be here.
Buffy: 'kay. *stretches up and kisses his cheek* Put the bunny on the bed, ok?
Spike: I'll just do what I always do to pass the time while you're gone.
Spike: *smiles* I will.
Buffy: *smiles, gets up and grabs her jacket.* I'll be back around 2-ish. *smiles again and leaves*
(PAUSE)
Buffy: *slams the door and comes in muttering*
Spike: *glances at her* Hey, luv... Uh oh. What got you upset?
Buffy: *glances at him and just growls, kind of, then heads for the kitchen*
Spike: *gets up and follows* Uh.. did I do something?
Buffy: *shakes head and slams open a cabinet and then the fridge pulling out a glass and some orange juice*
Spike: *leans against the doorway* Do you want to talk about it? Or are you just gonna be quiet the rest of the day?
Buffy: *gulps down the oj and pours another glass* Just give me a minute. I need to calm down
Spike: *small nod* Want me to rub your neck a little? Relieves tension.
Buffy: *shakes her head and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths* No, I'm pretty sure that you touching me will lead to a repeat performance of that first night in the alley.
Spike: *raises eyebrow* Oh.
Spike: And this would be completely bad... Right.
Spike: You probably need to take it out on something. I'd reccomend the punching bag, but it's been tempremental lately.
Buffy: *another deep breath* That's MY punching bag, and we have a good relationship. But if I punch it now, it'll go the way of my last bag.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Alright. Would you like a candy cane? Sucking on something calms me down.
Buffy: I burst the seams and broke the chairn...sent it flying across the room, and it dented the wall in the Magic Box
Buffy: *opens her eyes and raises an eyebrow* Sucking on something?
Spike: *small chuckle* Might be a vamp thing... But yeah. I like the straight end of a candy cane lately... But you do pretty well, too. *small grin*
Buffy: *leans on the counter, still trying to calm down by breathing deeply, but it isn't working* Don't make offers like that if you don't plan on backing them up
Spike: Did I say I didn't plan on backin' them up? I've been worried about your healin' for the last couple of days, but you smell okay now.
Spike: Not ready to talk about it yet, huh?
Buffy: *opens one eye and glares* We're sure I'm not allowed to kill people, right?
Spike: *shrugs* I suppose so.
Spike: Who's got you all riled up, pet?
Buffy: *sighs* right. Ok.
Buffy: Some idiot kid started a rumor that Dawn's easy. She's got a handprint on her ass now from some jock who grabbed it during her math class.
Spike: *growls, eyes flash* Name, address, and find my blanket.
Spike: Zoned out on me for a bit... As I was sayin', gimme the wanker's address, and find my thick blanket.
Spike: We can test your 'chip doesn't work at all' theory right now.
Buffy: I'm tempted. I am.
Buffy: But I can't and you know it.
Spike: You can't.... *growls, eyes go gold* I can.
Buffy: *glares at him* And how many nightmares will you get for it? How much guilt?
Buffy: *chuckles darkly* God, I should be talking about how we can't kill people, and the only reasons I can think of are that you shouldn't be putting yourself through that.
Buffy: I need to calm down. *grabs the oragn juice and heads back to the livingroom* I'll just sit for a minute.
Spike: *growls again* I'd survive... *follows her*
Buffy: *sighs and sits, rolling her neck* So will she. If I wasn't the Slayer, I'd have had some bruises in high school, too. I'm pissed, but unfortunatly, a hand print doesn't make for justafiable homicide.
Spike: *growling mutter, sinks onto the couch near her* Makes sense to me.
Buffy: How about this: She'll resent us both for butting in.
Spike: *small sigh*
Buffy: She didn't even want me to know, I found out from a friend of hers that she has gym with.
Spike: Well, if she didn't want you to know, then she definitely doesn't want me to know...
Spike: You know what? I really want to kill whoever STARTED that rumor... Rumors are just beneath.. a couple of other things on my list of things that sets me off.
Buffy: *sighs* It was that guy. With the jacket. *chuckles* Figures. I had such a thing for him from that spell, and now I can't even remember his name.
Spike: *small growl* RJ.
Spike: Don't know the last name, but the first was RJ.
Buffy: Yeah. *nods* Thanks.
Spike: *sighs* Now I wish I'd modified Harris' plan...
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: *shrugs* His plan. Hide near the video store, then run out, grab the jacket, and run off. Basically a mugging.
Buffy: OH! *points* See? That night? You two got along fine. I thought you might be...bonding. He's not bad, you know. The funny-ness is a de-stresser.
Buffy: Oh. That's how you did it. *sighs* He's actually pretty good with that kind of thing.
Spike: *horrified look* BONDING?? With HARRIS?
Buffy: Remember the Judge? The rocket launcher was his idea.
Spike: Words cannot express my disgust at this moment...
Spike: *cocks head* Rocket... Oh.
Spike: So that's what they were goin' on about.
Buffy: *pouts* What, exactly do you have against him? Really?
Buffy: Hmm? They didn't tell you?
Spike: *shrugs* They were too busy bitchin' and cryin'. I'll leave it to you to figure out who was doin' what.
Spike: I did wonder where you got that thing, though. When we wound up practically playin' tag with it.
Buffy: I'm gonna assume Dru was crying.
Spike: *small chuckle* Yeah.
Buffy: The rocket launcher? We got it off an army base. Well..Xander did.
Spike: *small snort* Figures.
Spike: *sighs* You want to know the truth?
Buffy: Sure
Spike: *looks at her* This does not leave this room. Got it?
Buffy: *nods* Got it.
Spike: *defeated sigh* Har-.. Xander's okay, I guess. I used to hate him, cause he reminded me of this guy I knew when I was human... The one who came up with the 'awful poet' nickname, and travled around with his anti-William parties... But, now that I've spent some time with him... Even if most of that time was just, sittin' in silence in the same room... He's not all that bad, I guess.
Buffy: Wow. *giggles a little* That was almost a compliment.
Spike: *moans, drops his head back, eyes closed* I KNOW. That's why it doesn't leave this room... He'd never let me hear the end of it.
Buffy: *rolls eyes and sighs* *peeks at him* Still want that blanket? We know where he lives...
Spike: *small smirk* There's a part of me, yeah. But the homicidal rage has mostly passed.
Spike: What's left of it is congealing into a ball of lead in my stomach at the moment.
Buffy: *sighs and flops back, propping her feet on the table* *stares at the ceiling* And the dumb part is the kid I had to go meet wasn't even in school today. I could've stayed here.
Spike: *sighs* Well. This is just perfect, then.
Spike: Cause, if you had stayed here, the happy feelin' from before woudlnt' have left.
Buffy: *rolls her head to face him and pouts* We can't get it back?
Spike: *small chuckle* We can sure try.
Spike: I was doin' pretty good while you were gone, keepin' it. Readin' fluff and things.
Buffy: Sorry. Didn't mean to kill it.
Spike: *shrugs* It'll come back. *small smile* Nothin' stays dead long around here.
Buffy: *giggles* That was really bad.
Spike: I know. See? My ability to joke has even left... *raised eyebrow* But you giggled.
Spike: Which I like to hear, so it served a purpose.
Buffy: Good. *sighs* Is the bunny upstairs?
Spike: *nods* Yeah. He's havin' a nice conversation with the Gordos.
Buffy: *giggles again* Oh, that's too cute. *smiles and turns to face him, perching on her hip* Wanna help me make dinner? I hafta. Dawn'll be home tonight, and I have no idea what I'm gonna make.
Spike: *cocks his head* Hmm. I can make spagetti... I think. Rupert used to let me play in the kitchen when I was untied. I like cooking.
Buffy: *shakes head* I don't have any pasta. I was gonna make some meatloaf, actually. I'm pretty sure I have everything for that.
Spike: *makes a face* Uh, luv... No offence, but.. you can't make meatloaf.
Buffy: *frowns* I can so. TL showed me what I was doing wrong. *wrinkles her nose* Ok, so I was doing it totally wrong. But I think I have it now.
Spike: *relieved sigh* Oh. Good, then. Cause I've already averted one kitchen fire this week.
Buffy: *sticks out her tongue at him* You know, you should be nice. I could decide to spend the night patrolling and then crash at Xander's. He needs the company since Anya left.
Spike: *cocks head* I thought Red was stayin' with him for a couple of days... S'why she hasn't been home.
Spike: And, by the way, that's really mature.
Spike: Stickin' your tongue out at me like a hyperactive five year old.
Buffy: *giggles* I never did it before I met Giles, actually. There's just something about him that makes me want to be as childish as possible, just to upset him. And Willow would LOVE to have me there. We'd do a scooby thing. Just the three originals. So there.
Spike: *quietly* Oh.
Spike: You know, if you want to go, you can. I can find somethin' to do.
Spike: Don't want to keep you from your pals.
Buffy: *rolls her eyes* I don't want to go, not even a little but. It'll be a big crying jag. Xander about Anya, Willow about Tara. Thanks, but no thanks. Just come help me cook, ok? *sticks out her tongue again and stands up* Just refrain from making nasty comments, ok?
Spike: *gets up and follows her into the kitchen* But if I do that, how would you even know I'm there? I'd be too quiet.
Buffy: *pouts at him* You can't just be nice? *opens the fridge and pulls out the ground beef, ketchup and mustard, turns and gets the brown sugar out a cabinet*
Spike: Where would the fun be in that? *looks around* What can I get?
Buffy: Ok, now, TL says you mix the mustard and ketchup into the meat, then mix some ketchup with the sugar and use that as the glaze.
Spike: *raised eyebrow* She's taught you alot, hasn't she?
Buffy: But she didn't tell me how much of what. She said, and I quote, 'you just add until it looks right'
Buffy: *shrugs* She had to start doin' this stuff early. I had to do other stuff early. This domestic stuff was kinda thrown at me.
Spike: So you... use a spoon to mix it, right?
Spike: Cause I'm not putting my hand in raw meat.
Buffy: No, I'm just supposed to mush the meat with my hands.
Spike: *makes a face* Yuck.
Buffy: *moves to the sink to wash her hands* The glaze you do with a spoon, though, yeah.
Spike: I'll do that, then... *small shudder, mumbles about how no one should ever touch raw meat, and how the package is leaking on the counter*
Buffy: *giggles* How did you manage to eat before they had saran-wrapped meat?
Spike: *raises an eyebrow* I go to the butcher for one thing. I rarely ate anything that wasn't cooked, besides that.
Spike: Let alone LOOK at it... I mean.. *gestures at the meat* It's... disgusting.
Buffy: *giggles and hands him the brown sugar and ketchup bottle after squrting some into the bowl she dumped the leat into* Ok, well, you take a cup of sugar, and I quote 'one squirt of ketchup', and mix it together.
Buffy: *ads some mustard and celery-salt to the meat and starts mushing it up*
Spike: *measures out a cup of sugar, dumps it into the bowl, adds a generous squirt of ketchup, and starts stirring* Hey.. This is kinda fun.
Buffy: *giggles* You do know that you're weird, right?
Spike: *small chuckle* I've been realizing that more and more lately.
Spike: *watches the brown and red mixture as he stirs* Looks like mud.
Buffy: It's supposed to.
Buffy: You shape the meat into a loaf and spread the glaze on with a spatula. It gives it a sweet-warm taste, and the sugar melts into the meat.
Spike: *small rumbling from his stomach, glances down* Well. You seem to have me interested.
Buffy: *giggles* I thought vampires didn't eat?
Buffy: *greases a pan and then dumps the meat out, skooshing it into a loaf and pressing all the air pockets out*
Spike: *grimaces and stares at his mixture, stirring furiously to ignore the... squish sounds that she's making*
Buffy: *glances over at him and giggles* I think it's mixed, Spike.
Spike: *stops stirring, blinks* Oh. *smiles at her a moment* I think I've mentioned that I love your giggle, haven't I?
Buffy: *nods and smiles, turning to wash her hands* Yeah, you really have. But you can keep saying it. I have no problems with that. *takes the bowl from him and grabs a spatuala from the drawer*
Buffy: *holds them out to him* No hands involved. I just heard the door. Spread, ok? I'm gonna go check on Dawn.
Buffy: *leaves and pounds up the stairs calling Dawn*
Spike: *sets the bowl on the counter and begins spreading over the loaf carefully*
Spike: *hums something quietly to himself*
Buffy: *comes back in and sighs. Turns on the oven and then stands there staring at it*
Spike: *glances over at her, finishing glazing the meatloaf* Luv? How's she doin'?
Buffy: *sighs again and rolls her neck before coming over to get the meat and pu it in the oven* I'm gonna hafta take it up to her. She locked her door after I left and she's crying.
Buffy: I don't think she's gonna come down and eat.
Spike: *small growl, before his eyes soften* Do you.. you think she'd let me talk to her?
Buffy: *shrugs and sticks the meat in, setting the timer* It's worth a shot.
Spike: *small nod* Okay. I'll be back in a minute... *small grimace* Faster if I get hit with a book...
Buffy: ok
Spike: *leaves and goes upstairs*
Buffy: *sighs and sinks down onto a stool, string out the window*
Spike: *comes back, rubbing his arm, stands next to her* Hey.
Buffy: *glances at his arm* Should I be afraid to ask?
Spike: *small chuckle* I'm clumsy. Dawn's not comin' down for dinner, but she left the door unlocked. She's just upset... *sheepishly* And I bumped into the bathroom doorknob on my way back.
Buffy: *smiles* So, she didn't throw anything at you? Did she talk to you?
Spike: *small nod* Yeah... she tried the standard 'leave me alone', but I wouldn't go away, so she unlocked the door. Told me she hates all men, and that we're just annoyances in a perfect world. And then, to prove her point, she hugged me and sobbed into my shirt. *motions to a wet spot on his shirt*
Buffy: *giggles and touches the wet spot* Well, at least we know she's not mad at you anymore.
Buffy: *looks up at him* Do YOU feel better?
Spike: *small smile* Yeah... alot better.. *blinks slowly* I very nearly broke down when she threw herself at me... Took all the control I have to keep it in.
Buffy: *reaches up and traces his face* You're really a nice guy, aren't you? *smiles* She saw it even before I did.
Spike: *small sigh* Yeah.. and your mum saw it about the same time... Hell, s'only recently that I'M seein' it.
Spike: *smiles softly* You seem to bring it out a bit, luv. That, and a silly streak I didn't know I had.
Buffy: *bounces a little* Can we go back into the living room now?
Spike: *small nod* Yeah. Good idea. *heads for the couch* What do you want to do now?
Buffy: *groans* Apperantly, according to TL, I want to get offline so she can go with her friend and get a birthday gift.
Spike: Aw.
Buffy: *pouts* I really don't, but I don't think I get a choice. TL's birthday is on monday.
Spike: Oh. *sighs* Oh well. Tell her happy birthday for me.
Buffy: I will.
Buffy: Will you be online at all tonight?
Spike: *nods* Oh yeah. I'll get back on around... I guess six your time.
Buffy: ok.
Spike: Tiger wants me to take a nap now.
Buffy: Tiger's got a good idea.
Spike: She treats me like a five year old. *sighs*
Buffy: You need sleep.
Spike: Yeah yeah... *grins*
Buffy: Yeah, but she's right and you know it.
Spike: *sighs* Yeah. Okay... Maybe I can convince her to do a tickle fic later to make up for it.
Spike: *chuckles* I think I'm addicted.
Buffy: ok. I'll see you later?
Buffy: *bites lip* Wow. do I sound needy, or what?
Spike: *smiles* Just like me. Yeah.
Spike: I'll be on at six... And stay on all night, if I have to.
Buffy: 'kay. *really big grin* I'll see you then, then.
Buffy: Bye.
Spike: bye, luv.
Buffy: Ok, I'm really going now. *looks at him wistfully* This is me going.
Spike: *leans over and kisses her nose* Bye, luv. *smiles*
Buffy: Bye.
Buffy: *giggles* Doing what?
Spike: Bein' up at this time of day.
Buffy: Ah...
Buffy: Well, I won't tell anyone.
Spike: *small chuckle* Oh. Good. *cocks head* You're home early.
Buffy: *shrugs* Slow day.
Spike: *small grin* Well then.. *pats the couch next to him* Wanna sit? I don't know how long Tiger's gonna let me stay... She doesn't like me bein' up durin' the day.. But I couldn't sleep, and I think she feels sorry for me.
Buffy: 'Kay
Buffy: *comes over and curls up, snuggling into his arm and resting her chin on his shouler* *grins up at him* Hi.
Spike: *smiles* Well, hello. You might notice that I'm kinda warm.
Spike: *slips his arm around her*
Buffy: I did, actually. *mock frowns up at him* Have you been doing this with someone else?
Spike: *laughs* No.. I just took a shower, and I fed about ten minutes ago.
Spike: *grins* But, on the upside, you don't have to wait for me to warm up.
Spike: I think my hair's still a bit wet, though... Couldn't find my blue towel.
Buffy: *reaches up and runs a few fingers through his hair* No, just damp...*keeps running the fingers through* How come you have to use the same towel everytime?
Spike: *purrs softly* I like my towel. It's fluffy, and soft... and I usually put it in the dryer right before I get in the shower, and it holds in heat nicely.
Buffy: *giggles* You have an intimate relationship with your towel?
Spike: *small chuckle* No... Just.. a working friendship.
Spike: Kinda like you and your piggy.
Buffy: HEY! Mr Gordo is special. Don't go comparing a towel to Mr Gordo.
Buffy: *starts to scratch a little along his hairline* Mr Gordo is...he's like, a piece of my childhood. *giggles* UNless you're claiming that the towle acts as a blankie.
Spike: *purrs louder* It does not... I never had a security blanket. Slept with a light on till I was thirteen, but after that, I became fearless... *mumbles something*
Buffy: What was that?
Spike: *mumbles* Nothin'...
Buffy: *stops moving the hand in his hair and gently tickles his stomach with the other for a second* You said something.
Spike: *jerks* Yeah.. But I don't wanna tell you. You'll make fun of me.
Buffy: *pouts* I will not.
Spike: *scratches his stomach with one hand* You made me itch.
Spike: It's embarrassin'... I don't wanna say.
Buffy: *reaches down and scratchs his tummy with one hand and scoots closer, pouting up at him in full force* PLease?
Spike: *purrs again* Okay.. okay.. and, for the record, there's absolutely no reason for you to stop scratchin'..
Buffy: 'kay
Spike: *clears his throat, sighs* I had... my Gram made me a stuffed bunny rabbit when I was two... It stayed in my bed... my whole life.
Spike: His name was Floppy.
Spike: So, I understand what you mean about your piggy.
Buffy: Good. *smiles and captures a hand, cradling it in her lap with her free hand* You don't still have it, do you
Spike: *small shrug* Well...
Buffy: *grins* You do?
Spike: S'in the chest. The one I keep in the basement.
Buffy: Oh! Can I meet him?
Spike: *small sigh* I have to get up for that, luv.
Buffy: Oh. *looks down at them* Ok, well, when we come back tonight can I meet him?
Spike: *chuckles softly* You know... I kinda want to get 'im now. I'll be right back.
Buffy: OK
Spike: *gets up, goes into the basement*
Spike: *comes back with his hands behind his back* Okay.. Now, he's really old.. Kinda an antique.. So careful with him. *holds out a brown, rag doll type bunny with long floppy ears and button eyes, a silk bow around it's neck*
Buffy: Oh. He's so cute! *goes to reach for him, but pulls her hands back* I don't wanna hurt him.
Spike: *smiles, hands him to her* Just be careful... Those aren't the original eyes... And I've had to stitch him up repeatedly. You probably can't do any worse to him than Dru did the one time she found him.
Spike: *gives a sympathetic look at the bunny* Poor guy wound up havin' a tea party with Miss Edith.
Buffy: Oh! *giggles* The poor thing...*cradles him in her arms and runs a finger over his face, down his nose* He's so cute...
Spike: *smiles, settles beside her on the couch again* So, how did Mr. Gordo like his new friend?
Buffy: OH! *looks up at him, grinning* They looks SO adorable together. They're all snuggled up on the bed.
Spike: *grins* I'm glad you like her, luv.
Spike: *cocks head* Now you're bein' quiet... Is everything okay?
Buffy: *nods* Yeah. Just looking at him. *smiles up at him* I can't believe you kept him all this time
Spike: *small shrug* I like things that are consistant. No matter where I was, or what I was doin'... Always had Floppy around. Not that anyone besides Dru knew about him, and I think she thought that I stole him or something.
Buffy: *looks up at him* Sit. *pats the couch*
Spike: *sits next to her* Arf.
Buffy: *smiles* Good boy *reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, scratching a little*
Spike: *purrs loudly* Ooh. *eyes half close*
Spike: Or, should I say 'meow'. I thought I was *smiles* Your panther.
Buffy: Say whatever you want. Don't care. *snuggles closer and puts the bunny on his lap, petting it with her free hand*
Spike: *smiles* You really like him, huh?
Buffy: Yeah. *puts her inex finger on his nose* He's really sweet.
Spike: *nuzzles her* You know, I bet he'd be alot happier up on your bed, rather than in that chest all the time....
Buffy: *eyes widen* *looks up at him, grinning* Really?
Spike: *smiles* Yeah... I'd like him to be up there, too.. *glances down at the bunny* Didn't really like havin' him in that chest... all in the dark, cooped up. *touches the bunny's ear gently*
Spike: I know this sounds... corny, but... I miss him.
Buffy: *shakes head* It doesn't sound corny. It's too sweet for words, but it's not corny.
Buffy: Keep in mind, please, that I'm a vampire slayer with twin pigs on her bed.
Spike: *smiles* Yeah, but... You're not over a century old. S'could be embarrassin', if anyone else knew about it.
Buffy: *nods* Got it. Anyone asks who's the bunny is, it used to be mom's.
Spike: *smiles* Thanks, luv. *puts his arm around her again* You know, it's kinda nice doin' this durin' the day... Makes me feel more... human.
Buffy: *snuggles into his side and pets the bunny again* *looks up at him* So...wanna tell me WHY you're up so early?
Spike: *sighs* Daymare... I can never get back to sleep after one. And I know what you said the other night, and I believe you, but still...
Buffy: *sighs and nuzzles a cheek against his arm* Isn't there anything you can drink or something that puts you back to sleep?
Spike: *shrugs* Hot cocoa... Or even chocolate milk. But I decided on the shower instead. Kinda needed it after wakin' up in a cold sweat.
Buffy: *frowns up at him* You've never had a nutmeg?
Buffy: Hot Milk, a spoonful of honey and a little nutmeg sprinkled on top. That's what my mom used to make when I had a nightmare.
Spike: *cocks head* Hm. I might try that sometime... But I really don't want to fall asleep again. The one I had will come back. It always does, if I fall asleep again. M'not really tired, anyway.
Buffy: I'm not gonna ask what you dreamt about, becuase I'm in entierly too good a mood to have it ruined. *smiles down at the bunny again and lightly tweaks it's nose*
Spike: *small chuckle* S'okay. Don't want to talk about it, anyway. *nuzzles her* You know, I'm really startin' to think that we're both spoiled.
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: For the past... nearly a week now, we've been doin' nothin' but cuddlin'. I'm really gonna be disappointed if we ever have to stop for even one night.
Buffy: *hums and snuggles closer*
Spike: *sighs* You know... *small smile* I keep finding new things to love about you.
Buffy: *sleepily* Like what?
Spike: *nuzzles her* That little hum you make... the way you smile in your sleep.. You likin' havin' your tummy rubbed, which, until yesterday, I thought was just a vamp thing... So much more.
Buffy: I smile in my sleep?
Spike: *small nod* Kinda mutter, too, but I can never tell what you're sayin'.
Buffy: Hmm...I didn't used to mutter. Angel said I slept like the dead. When I was out, I was out. *sighs* Guess it builds up over the years, huh?
Spike: *shrugs* I've been told that I talk in my sleep sometimes. So, I suppose so.
Buffy: *giggles* You do. ANd it's SO cute. You mumble about Miss Mupet, and Kermit the frog, and The Fonz.
Spike: *sighs* Well, that explains that dream.
Spike: Never shoulda let Dru talk me into watchin' sesame street with her.
Buffy: Oh, come on! I LOVE BIg Bird.
Buffy: ANd so do you. *pokes him* I know so. *giggles again* I heard so.
Spike: *twitches, small chuckle* Yeah, well... *mumbles something*
Buffy: Oh, come on! Stop doing that. What'd you say?
Spike: *sighs* I said, 'not as much as Elmo'.
Buffy: AWW! *snuggles closer and grins* You big softy *kisses his shoulder and laces her fingers through his*
Spike: *deep sigh* I know, I know... You know, I've been fightin' my... softer tendencies for quite some time.. S'nice to have someone to talk to about it.
Spike: *chuckles* These last few days... I've been beginnin' to think that I maybe don't WANT to be the Big Bad anymore.
Buffy: *mock glares at him* That's no fun. Who will I fight with?
Spike: *chuckles* Well, you've got to admit, I'm provin' myself to not really be worthy of the name. I mean, what kind of Big Bad loves Big Bird and Elmo, has a stuffed rabbit from childhood, writes poetry, and loves to be tickled? I don't fit the bill anymore. *exaggerated sigh*
Buffy: *giggles* But you never did, and yet, you had us all convinced. *tiltes her head and smiles at him* And I won't tell anyone.
Spike: *sighs* Good.. Cause, I really don't want to stop doin' any of those things.
Buffy: 'kay.
Buffy: *tilts head up* I have to go for about a half hour. Will you be here, or will I see you tonight?
Spike: *cocks head* Only half an hour? I'll be here.
Buffy: 'kay. *stretches up and kisses his cheek* Put the bunny on the bed, ok?
Spike: I'll just do what I always do to pass the time while you're gone.
Spike: *smiles* I will.
Buffy: *smiles, gets up and grabs her jacket.* I'll be back around 2-ish. *smiles again and leaves*
(PAUSE)
Buffy: *slams the door and comes in muttering*
Spike: *glances at her* Hey, luv... Uh oh. What got you upset?
Buffy: *glances at him and just growls, kind of, then heads for the kitchen*
Spike: *gets up and follows* Uh.. did I do something?
Buffy: *shakes head and slams open a cabinet and then the fridge pulling out a glass and some orange juice*
Spike: *leans against the doorway* Do you want to talk about it? Or are you just gonna be quiet the rest of the day?
Buffy: *gulps down the oj and pours another glass* Just give me a minute. I need to calm down
Spike: *small nod* Want me to rub your neck a little? Relieves tension.
Buffy: *shakes her head and closes her eyes, taking deep breaths* No, I'm pretty sure that you touching me will lead to a repeat performance of that first night in the alley.
Spike: *raises eyebrow* Oh.
Spike: And this would be completely bad... Right.
Spike: You probably need to take it out on something. I'd reccomend the punching bag, but it's been tempremental lately.
Buffy: *another deep breath* That's MY punching bag, and we have a good relationship. But if I punch it now, it'll go the way of my last bag.
Spike: *soft chuckle* Alright. Would you like a candy cane? Sucking on something calms me down.
Buffy: I burst the seams and broke the chairn...sent it flying across the room, and it dented the wall in the Magic Box
Buffy: *opens her eyes and raises an eyebrow* Sucking on something?
Spike: *small chuckle* Might be a vamp thing... But yeah. I like the straight end of a candy cane lately... But you do pretty well, too. *small grin*
Buffy: *leans on the counter, still trying to calm down by breathing deeply, but it isn't working* Don't make offers like that if you don't plan on backing them up
Spike: Did I say I didn't plan on backin' them up? I've been worried about your healin' for the last couple of days, but you smell okay now.
Spike: Not ready to talk about it yet, huh?
Buffy: *opens one eye and glares* We're sure I'm not allowed to kill people, right?
Spike: *shrugs* I suppose so.
Spike: Who's got you all riled up, pet?
Buffy: *sighs* right. Ok.
Buffy: Some idiot kid started a rumor that Dawn's easy. She's got a handprint on her ass now from some jock who grabbed it during her math class.
Spike: *growls, eyes flash* Name, address, and find my blanket.
Spike: Zoned out on me for a bit... As I was sayin', gimme the wanker's address, and find my thick blanket.
Spike: We can test your 'chip doesn't work at all' theory right now.
Buffy: I'm tempted. I am.
Buffy: But I can't and you know it.
Spike: You can't.... *growls, eyes go gold* I can.
Buffy: *glares at him* And how many nightmares will you get for it? How much guilt?
Buffy: *chuckles darkly* God, I should be talking about how we can't kill people, and the only reasons I can think of are that you shouldn't be putting yourself through that.
Buffy: I need to calm down. *grabs the oragn juice and heads back to the livingroom* I'll just sit for a minute.
Spike: *growls again* I'd survive... *follows her*
Buffy: *sighs and sits, rolling her neck* So will she. If I wasn't the Slayer, I'd have had some bruises in high school, too. I'm pissed, but unfortunatly, a hand print doesn't make for justafiable homicide.
Spike: *growling mutter, sinks onto the couch near her* Makes sense to me.
Buffy: How about this: She'll resent us both for butting in.
Spike: *small sigh*
Buffy: She didn't even want me to know, I found out from a friend of hers that she has gym with.
Spike: Well, if she didn't want you to know, then she definitely doesn't want me to know...
Spike: You know what? I really want to kill whoever STARTED that rumor... Rumors are just beneath.. a couple of other things on my list of things that sets me off.
Buffy: *sighs* It was that guy. With the jacket. *chuckles* Figures. I had such a thing for him from that spell, and now I can't even remember his name.
Spike: *small growl* RJ.
Spike: Don't know the last name, but the first was RJ.
Buffy: Yeah. *nods* Thanks.
Spike: *sighs* Now I wish I'd modified Harris' plan...
Buffy: Hmm?
Spike: *shrugs* His plan. Hide near the video store, then run out, grab the jacket, and run off. Basically a mugging.
Buffy: OH! *points* See? That night? You two got along fine. I thought you might be...bonding. He's not bad, you know. The funny-ness is a de-stresser.
Buffy: Oh. That's how you did it. *sighs* He's actually pretty good with that kind of thing.
Spike: *horrified look* BONDING?? With HARRIS?
Buffy: Remember the Judge? The rocket launcher was his idea.
Spike: Words cannot express my disgust at this moment...
Spike: *cocks head* Rocket... Oh.
Spike: So that's what they were goin' on about.
Buffy: *pouts* What, exactly do you have against him? Really?
Buffy: Hmm? They didn't tell you?
Spike: *shrugs* They were too busy bitchin' and cryin'. I'll leave it to you to figure out who was doin' what.
Spike: I did wonder where you got that thing, though. When we wound up practically playin' tag with it.
Buffy: I'm gonna assume Dru was crying.
Spike: *small chuckle* Yeah.
Buffy: The rocket launcher? We got it off an army base. Well..Xander did.
Spike: *small snort* Figures.
Spike: *sighs* You want to know the truth?
Buffy: Sure
Spike: *looks at her* This does not leave this room. Got it?
Buffy: *nods* Got it.
Spike: *defeated sigh* Har-.. Xander's okay, I guess. I used to hate him, cause he reminded me of this guy I knew when I was human... The one who came up with the 'awful poet' nickname, and travled around with his anti-William parties... But, now that I've spent some time with him... Even if most of that time was just, sittin' in silence in the same room... He's not all that bad, I guess.
Buffy: Wow. *giggles a little* That was almost a compliment.
Spike: *moans, drops his head back, eyes closed* I KNOW. That's why it doesn't leave this room... He'd never let me hear the end of it.
Buffy: *rolls eyes and sighs* *peeks at him* Still want that blanket? We know where he lives...
Spike: *small smirk* There's a part of me, yeah. But the homicidal rage has mostly passed.
Spike: What's left of it is congealing into a ball of lead in my stomach at the moment.
Buffy: *sighs and flops back, propping her feet on the table* *stares at the ceiling* And the dumb part is the kid I had to go meet wasn't even in school today. I could've stayed here.
Spike: *sighs* Well. This is just perfect, then.
Spike: Cause, if you had stayed here, the happy feelin' from before woudlnt' have left.
Buffy: *rolls her head to face him and pouts* We can't get it back?
Spike: *small chuckle* We can sure try.
Spike: I was doin' pretty good while you were gone, keepin' it. Readin' fluff and things.
Buffy: Sorry. Didn't mean to kill it.
Spike: *shrugs* It'll come back. *small smile* Nothin' stays dead long around here.
Buffy: *giggles* That was really bad.
Spike: I know. See? My ability to joke has even left... *raised eyebrow* But you giggled.
Spike: Which I like to hear, so it served a purpose.
Buffy: Good. *sighs* Is the bunny upstairs?
Spike: *nods* Yeah. He's havin' a nice conversation with the Gordos.
Buffy: *giggles again* Oh, that's too cute. *smiles and turns to face him, perching on her hip* Wanna help me make dinner? I hafta. Dawn'll be home tonight, and I have no idea what I'm gonna make.
Spike: *cocks his head* Hmm. I can make spagetti... I think. Rupert used to let me play in the kitchen when I was untied. I like cooking.
Buffy: *shakes head* I don't have any pasta. I was gonna make some meatloaf, actually. I'm pretty sure I have everything for that.
Spike: *makes a face* Uh, luv... No offence, but.. you can't make meatloaf.
Buffy: *frowns* I can so. TL showed me what I was doing wrong. *wrinkles her nose* Ok, so I was doing it totally wrong. But I think I have it now.
Spike: *relieved sigh* Oh. Good, then. Cause I've already averted one kitchen fire this week.
Buffy: *sticks out her tongue at him* You know, you should be nice. I could decide to spend the night patrolling and then crash at Xander's. He needs the company since Anya left.
Spike: *cocks head* I thought Red was stayin' with him for a couple of days... S'why she hasn't been home.
Spike: And, by the way, that's really mature.
Spike: Stickin' your tongue out at me like a hyperactive five year old.
Buffy: *giggles* I never did it before I met Giles, actually. There's just something about him that makes me want to be as childish as possible, just to upset him. And Willow would LOVE to have me there. We'd do a scooby thing. Just the three originals. So there.
Spike: *quietly* Oh.
Spike: You know, if you want to go, you can. I can find somethin' to do.
Spike: Don't want to keep you from your pals.
Buffy: *rolls her eyes* I don't want to go, not even a little but. It'll be a big crying jag. Xander about Anya, Willow about Tara. Thanks, but no thanks. Just come help me cook, ok? *sticks out her tongue again and stands up* Just refrain from making nasty comments, ok?
Spike: *gets up and follows her into the kitchen* But if I do that, how would you even know I'm there? I'd be too quiet.
Buffy: *pouts at him* You can't just be nice? *opens the fridge and pulls out the ground beef, ketchup and mustard, turns and gets the brown sugar out a cabinet*
Spike: Where would the fun be in that? *looks around* What can I get?
Buffy: Ok, now, TL says you mix the mustard and ketchup into the meat, then mix some ketchup with the sugar and use that as the glaze.
Spike: *raised eyebrow* She's taught you alot, hasn't she?
Buffy: But she didn't tell me how much of what. She said, and I quote, 'you just add until it looks right'
Buffy: *shrugs* She had to start doin' this stuff early. I had to do other stuff early. This domestic stuff was kinda thrown at me.
Spike: So you... use a spoon to mix it, right?
Spike: Cause I'm not putting my hand in raw meat.
Buffy: No, I'm just supposed to mush the meat with my hands.
Spike: *makes a face* Yuck.
Buffy: *moves to the sink to wash her hands* The glaze you do with a spoon, though, yeah.
Spike: I'll do that, then... *small shudder, mumbles about how no one should ever touch raw meat, and how the package is leaking on the counter*
Buffy: *giggles* How did you manage to eat before they had saran-wrapped meat?
Spike: *raises an eyebrow* I go to the butcher for one thing. I rarely ate anything that wasn't cooked, besides that.
Spike: Let alone LOOK at it... I mean.. *gestures at the meat* It's... disgusting.
Buffy: *giggles and hands him the brown sugar and ketchup bottle after squrting some into the bowl she dumped the leat into* Ok, well, you take a cup of sugar, and I quote 'one squirt of ketchup', and mix it together.
Buffy: *ads some mustard and celery-salt to the meat and starts mushing it up*
Spike: *measures out a cup of sugar, dumps it into the bowl, adds a generous squirt of ketchup, and starts stirring* Hey.. This is kinda fun.
Buffy: *giggles* You do know that you're weird, right?
Spike: *small chuckle* I've been realizing that more and more lately.
Spike: *watches the brown and red mixture as he stirs* Looks like mud.
Buffy: It's supposed to.
Buffy: You shape the meat into a loaf and spread the glaze on with a spatula. It gives it a sweet-warm taste, and the sugar melts into the meat.
Spike: *small rumbling from his stomach, glances down* Well. You seem to have me interested.
Buffy: *giggles* I thought vampires didn't eat?
Buffy: *greases a pan and then dumps the meat out, skooshing it into a loaf and pressing all the air pockets out*
Spike: *grimaces and stares at his mixture, stirring furiously to ignore the... squish sounds that she's making*
Buffy: *glances over at him and giggles* I think it's mixed, Spike.
Spike: *stops stirring, blinks* Oh. *smiles at her a moment* I think I've mentioned that I love your giggle, haven't I?
Buffy: *nods and smiles, turning to wash her hands* Yeah, you really have. But you can keep saying it. I have no problems with that. *takes the bowl from him and grabs a spatuala from the drawer*
Buffy: *holds them out to him* No hands involved. I just heard the door. Spread, ok? I'm gonna go check on Dawn.
Buffy: *leaves and pounds up the stairs calling Dawn*
Spike: *sets the bowl on the counter and begins spreading over the loaf carefully*
Spike: *hums something quietly to himself*
Buffy: *comes back in and sighs. Turns on the oven and then stands there staring at it*
Spike: *glances over at her, finishing glazing the meatloaf* Luv? How's she doin'?
Buffy: *sighs again and rolls her neck before coming over to get the meat and pu it in the oven* I'm gonna hafta take it up to her. She locked her door after I left and she's crying.
Buffy: I don't think she's gonna come down and eat.
Spike: *small growl, before his eyes soften* Do you.. you think she'd let me talk to her?
Buffy: *shrugs and sticks the meat in, setting the timer* It's worth a shot.
Spike: *small nod* Okay. I'll be back in a minute... *small grimace* Faster if I get hit with a book...
Buffy: ok
Spike: *leaves and goes upstairs*
Buffy: *sighs and sinks down onto a stool, string out the window*
Spike: *comes back, rubbing his arm, stands next to her* Hey.
Buffy: *glances at his arm* Should I be afraid to ask?
Spike: *small chuckle* I'm clumsy. Dawn's not comin' down for dinner, but she left the door unlocked. She's just upset... *sheepishly* And I bumped into the bathroom doorknob on my way back.
Buffy: *smiles* So, she didn't throw anything at you? Did she talk to you?
Spike: *small nod* Yeah... she tried the standard 'leave me alone', but I wouldn't go away, so she unlocked the door. Told me she hates all men, and that we're just annoyances in a perfect world. And then, to prove her point, she hugged me and sobbed into my shirt. *motions to a wet spot on his shirt*
Buffy: *giggles and touches the wet spot* Well, at least we know she's not mad at you anymore.
Buffy: *looks up at him* Do YOU feel better?
Spike: *small smile* Yeah... alot better.. *blinks slowly* I very nearly broke down when she threw herself at me... Took all the control I have to keep it in.
Buffy: *reaches up and traces his face* You're really a nice guy, aren't you? *smiles* She saw it even before I did.
Spike: *small sigh* Yeah.. and your mum saw it about the same time... Hell, s'only recently that I'M seein' it.
Spike: *smiles softly* You seem to bring it out a bit, luv. That, and a silly streak I didn't know I had.
Buffy: *bounces a little* Can we go back into the living room now?
Spike: *small nod* Yeah. Good idea. *heads for the couch* What do you want to do now?
Buffy: *groans* Apperantly, according to TL, I want to get offline so she can go with her friend and get a birthday gift.
Spike: Aw.
Buffy: *pouts* I really don't, but I don't think I get a choice. TL's birthday is on monday.
Spike: Oh. *sighs* Oh well. Tell her happy birthday for me.
Buffy: I will.
Buffy: Will you be online at all tonight?
Spike: *nods* Oh yeah. I'll get back on around... I guess six your time.
Buffy: ok.
Spike: Tiger wants me to take a nap now.
Buffy: Tiger's got a good idea.
Spike: She treats me like a five year old. *sighs*
Buffy: You need sleep.
Spike: Yeah yeah... *grins*
Buffy: Yeah, but she's right and you know it.
Spike: *sighs* Yeah. Okay... Maybe I can convince her to do a tickle fic later to make up for it.
Spike: *chuckles* I think I'm addicted.
Buffy: ok. I'll see you later?
Buffy: *bites lip* Wow. do I sound needy, or what?
Spike: *smiles* Just like me. Yeah.
Spike: I'll be on at six... And stay on all night, if I have to.
Buffy: 'kay. *really big grin* I'll see you then, then.
Buffy: Bye.
Spike: bye, luv.
Buffy: Ok, I'm really going now. *looks at him wistfully* This is me going.
Spike: *leans over and kisses her nose* Bye, luv. *smiles*
Buffy: Bye.