The Brunette
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*****
"I told you, I don't have time for games." Buffy shoved her stake quickly through the vamp's heart. She looked around and sighed.
"Another night's patrolling complete." She turned her head and began to walk towards Spike's crypt. As she reached the door she took a deep breath in. She had no idea what she was doing. She felt all of these feelings towards Spike, but just couldn't seem to sort them out. Half of her didn't want to. She liked not knowing what to expect next, but the other half just couldn't seem to handle it. She didn't know how he was going to react, either. But she decided to let it run its course. Whatever happens tonight, happens. She opened the door to his crypt, and watched as a mysterious Spike sauntered towards her.
"And back later she is." He smiled. He took her warms hands in his and lightly rubbed his cold thumbs across them. She watched as he smiled and brought her hands up to his lips, sweetly planting a kiss on each.
"Mmm." She sighed.
They just stood there for a while, still and content in each other's presence. Smiling and exchanged small facial expressions.
"So, did you have fun with Dawn?" Spike asked, quietly at first, but growing slightly louder. Buffy snapped out of her trance to answer.
"Yeah. We-wait. Did you just call her Dawn?" She was taken by surprise as he said the name clearly. It wasn't one of his little nicknames, but her actual name. It sounded nice when he said it. Sounded genuine, like he truly did care.
"Oh, yeah. Guess I did. Why? Does it bother you?"
"No, I- I kinda like it." She smiled and continued. "We had a lot of fun. I told her some stories from my highschool Slayer days and she told me about some of the things she had going on in her life."
"Oh really? Care to share?"
"No, not really. Girly stuff. But I felt kinda bad about it. I wasn't there to experience it. I felt like I was reading the cliff notes of Dawn's life instead of reading the book along with her. If that makes any sense to you?"
"Yeah, I get it. But you can change it. Don't dwell on all the things that you have missed, instead, concentrate on being there for the Little Bit now, and the things you can still experience together." Spike advised her.
"Wow." She stated emotionless, "you're right. I never knew you were such a Dr.Phil." She joked.
"It's one of my best kept secrets luv." He smirked and watched as she walked towards him. She slid her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. He could feel her heart beating and her heavy chest moving up and down as she inhaled. He had never felt so close to someone, so connected. She looked up and smirked.
"I wonder what you would look like with your hair, well, not so gelled up?" She stated.
He laughed a bit. "Are you picturing it in your head?"
"Yeah." She laughed.
"Good, cause I can promise you, that you will never see it outside of that picture in you mind, pet. I'd have to be on my second deathbed before you or anybody else, especially the members of you sodding Scooby gang, ever saw my hair un-gelled. Or to it's true color" He made a face and walked over to his chair.
"Oh, and what would that be?" She sounded intrigued.
"None of your silly little business." He mocked and sat down in his chair.
"Awww," she sneaked up behind him and ran her fingers down his neck, to his chest, "no fair." She slowly kissed his neck.
He closed his eyes to take in her warm, tender, salacious kisses. He opened his eyes, grabbed her right arm, and swung her onto his lap. She placed his hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a deep, long kiss. He removed his hands from her cheek and wrapped them around her small body. He slowed down and took his lips from hers, and went up her cheek to her ear. She laughed a little and sunk down into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest. He placed his lips on her blonde, soft hair. Her scent filled him with a sense of comfort and completion. He rested his head on hers and did nothing but smile.
She took a deep breath in, smiling. In his arms she felt safe and secure. At that moment, nothing else existed but them. She had never felt so full. Not with riley, not even with Angel. Spike gave her something neither one of them could, but she didn't know what. All she knew was that this, this was what she wanted. She buried her nose in his chest where her hand once was. He smelled slightly of warm cologne, and a sweet hair gel. There was a very small trace of tobacco clinging to his clothes. But it made it all complete. This was perfect.
"When am I going to see you?" Spike suddenly asked.
Buffy didn't move. "You see me now, unless I've come down with a sudden case of the invisibilities." She laughed at her own joke.
"Not what I mean, Slayer. I mean, not here, under these circumstances. I want to be able to see you for . I don't know. I just, I don't want a time limit that I can be with you. It seems like we have to have rules or something, just-"
"I get it." She told him. "You feel like, like it's kind of like visiting hours. 'No Spikes allowed unless between 9-12:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m.-10:oo p.m.' I kinda feel the same way."
"You do?" He was surprised. He thought that this was the way she wanted it. Restricted access. But he was wrong, and he was relieved.
"Tell ya what. Since you already have an open invitation to our house, stop by anytime. Dawn would love to see you."
"Anytime?" He asked, giving her a chance to take it back.
"Anytime. And, even though you are not to fond of some of my friends, I'll let you know when we have our next big demon research . thingy." She told him.
"Thank you, Buffy."
She was shocked. Buffy, he called her Buffy. She felt something run through her and she smiled.
"Again with the names . I love it." She grabbed him and kissed him suddenly.
"I guess I could get used this." He told her, smirking. He returned her kiss, and then she got up.
"I have to go." She told him, making a small pouty face. He smiled.
"I know. G'night Buffy." He smirked. She kissed him again, then turned to leave.
"Brunette." He looked down at the ground like he should be ashamed of something.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Bloody hell, my real hair color. C'mon Slayer, you really got to keep up."
She smiled at him, a sweet smile, and then left.
*****
"Dawn, breakfast!" Buffy called. It was 10:30 on a Saturday morning. Buffy usually had Dawn up by 10:00, but seeing as how Spike had made a surprise phone call from a pay phone in the shade somewhere, she decided to let Dawn sleep a little longer while the two talked.
Surprisingly, Dawn had come downstairs, dressed and ready for the day. She smiled at Buffy as she handed her a plate with two pancakes.
"So, we goin anywhere today," Dan asked, "maybe, oh say, Spike's crypt?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. Dawn loved Spike, maybe a little too much, although she could understand why.
"'Fraid not Dawnie. Spike said he had other plans."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed. "Well, did you notice, when we were there last time, he had regular food in his fridge. Water, a few microwave dinners. Oh, and Cherry Coke."
"Really?" Buffy asked, sounding a bit suspicious.
"Yeah, he must have some human friends we're not aware of. Or some really weird demon friends. Or he has developed some strange eating habits."
"Uh, yeah." Buffy had to tear herself away from her thoughts. Spike had put that stuff there for her, probably after she criticized his snack habits. She smiled. It was the weirdest, smallest, but strangely sweetest sign of a slight commitment. She smiled, but jumped as the front door opened and shut loudly. A slightly smoking Spike ran to the kitchen, before the two girls even had a chance to leave the room.
"G'mornin. Whatcha got cookin. Slayer?"
*****
One of my slighter fluff pieces. Who wants reviews!? ::raises hand:: Please!?
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I do not own a single thing.
*****
"I told you, I don't have time for games." Buffy shoved her stake quickly through the vamp's heart. She looked around and sighed.
"Another night's patrolling complete." She turned her head and began to walk towards Spike's crypt. As she reached the door she took a deep breath in. She had no idea what she was doing. She felt all of these feelings towards Spike, but just couldn't seem to sort them out. Half of her didn't want to. She liked not knowing what to expect next, but the other half just couldn't seem to handle it. She didn't know how he was going to react, either. But she decided to let it run its course. Whatever happens tonight, happens. She opened the door to his crypt, and watched as a mysterious Spike sauntered towards her.
"And back later she is." He smiled. He took her warms hands in his and lightly rubbed his cold thumbs across them. She watched as he smiled and brought her hands up to his lips, sweetly planting a kiss on each.
"Mmm." She sighed.
They just stood there for a while, still and content in each other's presence. Smiling and exchanged small facial expressions.
"So, did you have fun with Dawn?" Spike asked, quietly at first, but growing slightly louder. Buffy snapped out of her trance to answer.
"Yeah. We-wait. Did you just call her Dawn?" She was taken by surprise as he said the name clearly. It wasn't one of his little nicknames, but her actual name. It sounded nice when he said it. Sounded genuine, like he truly did care.
"Oh, yeah. Guess I did. Why? Does it bother you?"
"No, I- I kinda like it." She smiled and continued. "We had a lot of fun. I told her some stories from my highschool Slayer days and she told me about some of the things she had going on in her life."
"Oh really? Care to share?"
"No, not really. Girly stuff. But I felt kinda bad about it. I wasn't there to experience it. I felt like I was reading the cliff notes of Dawn's life instead of reading the book along with her. If that makes any sense to you?"
"Yeah, I get it. But you can change it. Don't dwell on all the things that you have missed, instead, concentrate on being there for the Little Bit now, and the things you can still experience together." Spike advised her.
"Wow." She stated emotionless, "you're right. I never knew you were such a Dr.Phil." She joked.
"It's one of my best kept secrets luv." He smirked and watched as she walked towards him. She slid her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. He could feel her heart beating and her heavy chest moving up and down as she inhaled. He had never felt so close to someone, so connected. She looked up and smirked.
"I wonder what you would look like with your hair, well, not so gelled up?" She stated.
He laughed a bit. "Are you picturing it in your head?"
"Yeah." She laughed.
"Good, cause I can promise you, that you will never see it outside of that picture in you mind, pet. I'd have to be on my second deathbed before you or anybody else, especially the members of you sodding Scooby gang, ever saw my hair un-gelled. Or to it's true color" He made a face and walked over to his chair.
"Oh, and what would that be?" She sounded intrigued.
"None of your silly little business." He mocked and sat down in his chair.
"Awww," she sneaked up behind him and ran her fingers down his neck, to his chest, "no fair." She slowly kissed his neck.
He closed his eyes to take in her warm, tender, salacious kisses. He opened his eyes, grabbed her right arm, and swung her onto his lap. She placed his hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a deep, long kiss. He removed his hands from her cheek and wrapped them around her small body. He slowed down and took his lips from hers, and went up her cheek to her ear. She laughed a little and sunk down into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest. He placed his lips on her blonde, soft hair. Her scent filled him with a sense of comfort and completion. He rested his head on hers and did nothing but smile.
She took a deep breath in, smiling. In his arms she felt safe and secure. At that moment, nothing else existed but them. She had never felt so full. Not with riley, not even with Angel. Spike gave her something neither one of them could, but she didn't know what. All she knew was that this, this was what she wanted. She buried her nose in his chest where her hand once was. He smelled slightly of warm cologne, and a sweet hair gel. There was a very small trace of tobacco clinging to his clothes. But it made it all complete. This was perfect.
"When am I going to see you?" Spike suddenly asked.
Buffy didn't move. "You see me now, unless I've come down with a sudden case of the invisibilities." She laughed at her own joke.
"Not what I mean, Slayer. I mean, not here, under these circumstances. I want to be able to see you for . I don't know. I just, I don't want a time limit that I can be with you. It seems like we have to have rules or something, just-"
"I get it." She told him. "You feel like, like it's kind of like visiting hours. 'No Spikes allowed unless between 9-12:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m.-10:oo p.m.' I kinda feel the same way."
"You do?" He was surprised. He thought that this was the way she wanted it. Restricted access. But he was wrong, and he was relieved.
"Tell ya what. Since you already have an open invitation to our house, stop by anytime. Dawn would love to see you."
"Anytime?" He asked, giving her a chance to take it back.
"Anytime. And, even though you are not to fond of some of my friends, I'll let you know when we have our next big demon research . thingy." She told him.
"Thank you, Buffy."
She was shocked. Buffy, he called her Buffy. She felt something run through her and she smiled.
"Again with the names . I love it." She grabbed him and kissed him suddenly.
"I guess I could get used this." He told her, smirking. He returned her kiss, and then she got up.
"I have to go." She told him, making a small pouty face. He smiled.
"I know. G'night Buffy." He smirked. She kissed him again, then turned to leave.
"Brunette." He looked down at the ground like he should be ashamed of something.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Bloody hell, my real hair color. C'mon Slayer, you really got to keep up."
She smiled at him, a sweet smile, and then left.
*****
"Dawn, breakfast!" Buffy called. It was 10:30 on a Saturday morning. Buffy usually had Dawn up by 10:00, but seeing as how Spike had made a surprise phone call from a pay phone in the shade somewhere, she decided to let Dawn sleep a little longer while the two talked.
Surprisingly, Dawn had come downstairs, dressed and ready for the day. She smiled at Buffy as she handed her a plate with two pancakes.
"So, we goin anywhere today," Dan asked, "maybe, oh say, Spike's crypt?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. Dawn loved Spike, maybe a little too much, although she could understand why.
"'Fraid not Dawnie. Spike said he had other plans."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed. "Well, did you notice, when we were there last time, he had regular food in his fridge. Water, a few microwave dinners. Oh, and Cherry Coke."
"Really?" Buffy asked, sounding a bit suspicious.
"Yeah, he must have some human friends we're not aware of. Or some really weird demon friends. Or he has developed some strange eating habits."
"Uh, yeah." Buffy had to tear herself away from her thoughts. Spike had put that stuff there for her, probably after she criticized his snack habits. She smiled. It was the weirdest, smallest, but strangely sweetest sign of a slight commitment. She smiled, but jumped as the front door opened and shut loudly. A slightly smoking Spike ran to the kitchen, before the two girls even had a chance to leave the room.
"G'mornin. Whatcha got cookin. Slayer?"
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One of my slighter fluff pieces. Who wants reviews!? ::raises hand:: Please!?