Forever and Always
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, blah, blah, blah.
Sorry it took longer than usual to get this up. I had writer's block. When I first started writing this I intended it to be a fluff piece, but it kinda evolved into. well, I don't know what. But I am looking forward to writing some fluff pieces soon, so don't fret. I love fluff just as much as the next person. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!!!!!
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Spike looked around his empty crypt at his door, down at his watch, then back at his door again. It was 10:54 and Buffy hadn't come. She usual came around 9:00 a.m., but now he wasn't sure if she would ever come again. The thought of that hurt him beyond words.
He didn't know if he had hurt her last night by his harsh assumptions, but he was so used to hearing her say those words that he couldn't imagine her saying anything else. He didn't mean to hurt her, though. He never wanted that. He curled up his hand into a fist. He was so wrapped up in protecting himself that he didn't stop to think of how she would react.
He slowly unwrapped his fist and took an unnecessary deep breath. If she wasn't going to come to him, he would find her. tonight.
*****
Buffy rushed around her house trying to find her other boot. She was in a hurry to see Spike, she stopped and smiled at the thought of him. She shook the thought away, though. She didn't have time to waste. She looked at her clock, 11:00 a.m.
"God," she whispered to herself, "this is not good. Late, never good." She threw on her right boot which was lying by the couch under a table. She stood up and brushed off her pants. She took in a deep breath and headed towards the door. She closed the front door behind her, locked it, and walked towards the cemetery, wearing a big smile.
She didn't waste any time getting to Spike's crypt. When she arrived there, she slowly opened the door, not letting it make any noise. She really didn't want to disturb him if he was preoccupied with other things. She looked around and spotted Spike on the ground doing push-ups. He wasn't wearing his regular black shirt and jeans, but white muscle shirt and black jeans. She let herself laugh a little, not at the shirt, or the push-ups, but the music playing in the background. Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl". She pulled herself together and began to speak.
"Billy Joel? Gee, I would have thought you were more of a Billy Idol vamp." She laughed.
Spike dropped to the ground, but shot up quickly. He dusted off his pants and turned off the music. He looked up to see the most beautiful Buffy standing in the doorway. She looked so radiant with the small beams of sun shaping her body. He was standing in the shade, so the sun didn't seem a noucance. Her hair shined slightly and her eyes sparkled. If he had breath, she would have taken it away. He opened his mouth to reply, but decided to skip their friendly flirtatious banter which usually gave him his "maybe she could love me" theory.
"Yeah, well, what can I say. You caught me." He motioned to her to shut the door and she did. He stepped out of the shadows, passed his chair, and over to the fridge. Buffy followed, not too far behind him. He saw her open her mouth to say something. He felt his stomach become a pool of butterflies. He needed her to speak. Her voice was always soft and graceful, but sometimes the words that came out were so hurtful. He felt the butterflies turn to a burning fear as she began to speak.
"Oh it's not so bad. I kinda have thing for the Go-Go's," she lifted a finger and pointed at him, "now that info, stay's with you until you die. well, again anyway." She smiled.
He couldn't help but laugh a little, and he gave in to her. He replied "Yeah? Fine, I guess I can live with that. As long as my little, uh, Billy Joel thing stays with you until you die. again." He smirked.
"Cheap shot." Buffy told him.
"Well, that's what I do best, pet."
Buffy was surprised at how easily he came around. She kind of had a big speech prepared. It was a little upsetting that she hadn't been able to preach to him about what he meant to her.
"What?" Spike asked.
She knew he had seen an upset look on her face, even though she wasn't aware she had one. She wasn't sure if she should tell him or not, but it was worth a shot.
"Oh, nothin. Just, I kinda had this big speech prepared. I figured you might be all bad and moody. But, surprise for Buffy. That wasn't the case." She managed a weak smile, as his faded completely. She knew she had made the wrong choice.
He didn't know why she brought it up, but now the subject was pretty much out in the open. He had things to say also, and he thought it best to say them.
"Y'know what Slayer? That is bloody typical." He threw out the words faster than he could think them. He saw a look of surprise on her face, but decided to continue anyway.
"Last time you had a big speech prepared, I believe you told me of how much you can't stand me. But I don't get it. You come 'roun here every day, as happy as a sodding dandelion, " he flinched for a second, not sure of what he had just said, but snapped out of it, "and for what? It doesn't make any sense to me Slayer. It's not like you could stand being around me. Not like you trust me. It's not li-"
"I do trust you." She interrupted. She remembered that she never had really told him how much she really did trust him, and she figured now was as good a time as ever."
"Oh, yeah. As much as you trust a bloody dish rag I suppose."
She laughed a bit, but then remembered what she was telling him. "No." She said fiercely. "I trust you. I know I haven't given you a reason to think so, but it is true. It's crazy, I know, but that is why I trust it. I trust trusting you. Guess I'm just chock-full of trust." She smiled.
Spike looked into her eyes and saw a deep passion. She really did trust him. He never thought it could happen, but he must have done something right.
Buffy watched him walk over towards her. He looked so serious. He leaned down slowly and kissed her forehead. She felt his cold lips on her skin and her knees went weak. All she wanted to do was grab him and kiss him back, but on the lips, but she knew it would have dire consequences. She just looked up at him in his eyes and smiled. She knew how much she appreciated her trust.
His undead heart skipped a cold beat as she smiled back after he kissed her forehead. Whatever he had done to gain her trust, he was going to keep doing it, forever and always.
*****
Geez, 5 chapters in two days! Hopefully there is fluff to come! Reviews, anyone?
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, blah, blah, blah.
Sorry it took longer than usual to get this up. I had writer's block. When I first started writing this I intended it to be a fluff piece, but it kinda evolved into. well, I don't know what. But I am looking forward to writing some fluff pieces soon, so don't fret. I love fluff just as much as the next person. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!!!!!
*****
Spike looked around his empty crypt at his door, down at his watch, then back at his door again. It was 10:54 and Buffy hadn't come. She usual came around 9:00 a.m., but now he wasn't sure if she would ever come again. The thought of that hurt him beyond words.
He didn't know if he had hurt her last night by his harsh assumptions, but he was so used to hearing her say those words that he couldn't imagine her saying anything else. He didn't mean to hurt her, though. He never wanted that. He curled up his hand into a fist. He was so wrapped up in protecting himself that he didn't stop to think of how she would react.
He slowly unwrapped his fist and took an unnecessary deep breath. If she wasn't going to come to him, he would find her. tonight.
*****
Buffy rushed around her house trying to find her other boot. She was in a hurry to see Spike, she stopped and smiled at the thought of him. She shook the thought away, though. She didn't have time to waste. She looked at her clock, 11:00 a.m.
"God," she whispered to herself, "this is not good. Late, never good." She threw on her right boot which was lying by the couch under a table. She stood up and brushed off her pants. She took in a deep breath and headed towards the door. She closed the front door behind her, locked it, and walked towards the cemetery, wearing a big smile.
She didn't waste any time getting to Spike's crypt. When she arrived there, she slowly opened the door, not letting it make any noise. She really didn't want to disturb him if he was preoccupied with other things. She looked around and spotted Spike on the ground doing push-ups. He wasn't wearing his regular black shirt and jeans, but white muscle shirt and black jeans. She let herself laugh a little, not at the shirt, or the push-ups, but the music playing in the background. Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl". She pulled herself together and began to speak.
"Billy Joel? Gee, I would have thought you were more of a Billy Idol vamp." She laughed.
Spike dropped to the ground, but shot up quickly. He dusted off his pants and turned off the music. He looked up to see the most beautiful Buffy standing in the doorway. She looked so radiant with the small beams of sun shaping her body. He was standing in the shade, so the sun didn't seem a noucance. Her hair shined slightly and her eyes sparkled. If he had breath, she would have taken it away. He opened his mouth to reply, but decided to skip their friendly flirtatious banter which usually gave him his "maybe she could love me" theory.
"Yeah, well, what can I say. You caught me." He motioned to her to shut the door and she did. He stepped out of the shadows, passed his chair, and over to the fridge. Buffy followed, not too far behind him. He saw her open her mouth to say something. He felt his stomach become a pool of butterflies. He needed her to speak. Her voice was always soft and graceful, but sometimes the words that came out were so hurtful. He felt the butterflies turn to a burning fear as she began to speak.
"Oh it's not so bad. I kinda have thing for the Go-Go's," she lifted a finger and pointed at him, "now that info, stay's with you until you die. well, again anyway." She smiled.
He couldn't help but laugh a little, and he gave in to her. He replied "Yeah? Fine, I guess I can live with that. As long as my little, uh, Billy Joel thing stays with you until you die. again." He smirked.
"Cheap shot." Buffy told him.
"Well, that's what I do best, pet."
Buffy was surprised at how easily he came around. She kind of had a big speech prepared. It was a little upsetting that she hadn't been able to preach to him about what he meant to her.
"What?" Spike asked.
She knew he had seen an upset look on her face, even though she wasn't aware she had one. She wasn't sure if she should tell him or not, but it was worth a shot.
"Oh, nothin. Just, I kinda had this big speech prepared. I figured you might be all bad and moody. But, surprise for Buffy. That wasn't the case." She managed a weak smile, as his faded completely. She knew she had made the wrong choice.
He didn't know why she brought it up, but now the subject was pretty much out in the open. He had things to say also, and he thought it best to say them.
"Y'know what Slayer? That is bloody typical." He threw out the words faster than he could think them. He saw a look of surprise on her face, but decided to continue anyway.
"Last time you had a big speech prepared, I believe you told me of how much you can't stand me. But I don't get it. You come 'roun here every day, as happy as a sodding dandelion, " he flinched for a second, not sure of what he had just said, but snapped out of it, "and for what? It doesn't make any sense to me Slayer. It's not like you could stand being around me. Not like you trust me. It's not li-"
"I do trust you." She interrupted. She remembered that she never had really told him how much she really did trust him, and she figured now was as good a time as ever."
"Oh, yeah. As much as you trust a bloody dish rag I suppose."
She laughed a bit, but then remembered what she was telling him. "No." She said fiercely. "I trust you. I know I haven't given you a reason to think so, but it is true. It's crazy, I know, but that is why I trust it. I trust trusting you. Guess I'm just chock-full of trust." She smiled.
Spike looked into her eyes and saw a deep passion. She really did trust him. He never thought it could happen, but he must have done something right.
Buffy watched him walk over towards her. He looked so serious. He leaned down slowly and kissed her forehead. She felt his cold lips on her skin and her knees went weak. All she wanted to do was grab him and kiss him back, but on the lips, but she knew it would have dire consequences. She just looked up at him in his eyes and smiled. She knew how much she appreciated her trust.
His undead heart skipped a cold beat as she smiled back after he kissed her forehead. Whatever he had done to gain her trust, he was going to keep doing it, forever and always.
*****
Geez, 5 chapters in two days! Hopefully there is fluff to come! Reviews, anyone?