To Swoon, or Not to Swoon
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, to simply put it.
*****
Dawn and Buffy stared blankly at the smoking figure in front of them. They slowly turned to each other, then back to Spike. They were both wearing the same facial expressions, raised eyebrows, and dropped jaws.
"Oh, don't look so surprised, luv." He said to Buffy, "anytime, remember." He was starting to think she had regretted what she had said.
"I know, but anytime didn't mean burst-into-flame time." She smiled, he just rolled his eyes. She walked up to him and whispered, "But, I am glad you're here." He was relieved. She hadn't forgotten, and as a plus, she was glad to see him. He smiled.
"Spike, I'm glad you came!" Dawn squealed.
"And so is Dawn, I take it." Buffy said to Spike, leaving Dawn to be confused. She brushed it off though.
"I have to go upstairs and brush my teeth, but I will be back down in a few. Maybe we could . . . talk, or something?"
"Sure, Nibblet. Anything for you." He gave her a sincere smile and she blushed a bit, then ran upstairs.
'Gotta love the lil'girl." He laughed.
"Yeah, you do," She smiled, "but she is not a little girl anymore. She is a teenager, a growing teenager. A growing teenager with . . . feelings." She was trying to hint to Spike.
"Wha- oh. Nah. You're just readin into things Slayer, that's all. Me. Dawn. Just. Friends."
"You, yes. Dawn, no." She laughed as Spike tried, but failed, to deny that Dawn had a growing thing for him.
"Well, I guess I am just making the Summers women swoon then." Spike smirked up at Buffy.
"I- I am not swooning." Buffy hesitantly stated.
"Yeah?" Spike slowly moved closer to her, sensing her heart race. He came from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
"I can feel you. Your heart, racing. I know what you want Summers."
Buffy closed her eyes, taking in his embrace, his cold lips on her neck, his warm breath cascading down her chest. She sighed a peaceful, content sigh. She quickly opened her eyes, though, realizing she was giving him what he wanted. She changed the subject.
"Yeah, well you . . . "
"What?" He seductively asked.
"You, bought water." She stated.
He stopped kissing her, loosened his grip, and grew a confused look on his face.
"What?" He asked.
"Yeah. Dawn told me. Cherry Coke as well I heard."
"Oh, don't go getting all high and mighty now pet. M'friend Clem happens to be a very big fan of Cherry Coke." He assured her.
"Oh, I see," She said sarcastically, "and I suppose he is a big fan of the microwave dinners as well?"
"Well, see th-"
"Stop," She told him, sliding her body gently up against his, looking into his eyes, "it is very sweet." She kissed him gently and smiled. She heard Dawn coming down the stairs and moved away from Spike. He looked disappointed.
"Ok, ready to talk away."
"Well, Nibblet, I did also come here for some breakfast, so if you wouldn't mind talking and eating at the same time . . . "
"No problem!" Dawn smiled.
"Pancakes Spike?" Buffy asked. Spike made a face. Even though he did like some regular food, he was not too fond of pancakes.
"Got anything else?" Spike asked.
"Yeah!" Dawn hopped up from her stool and went to the fridge. She grabbed a packet of blood and a mug, and handed them both to Spike.
"Ahh," Spike looked at Buffy, "guess I'm not the only one keeping their fridge in stock." Buffy rolled her eyes, and without Dawn seeing, she jokingly poked Spike in his side with the spatula she had been holding. He gave her a glare and she winked.
*****
Buffy walked out into the hallway while Dawn and Spike were still talking. She didn't know Spike could hold a serious conversation for more than a few minutes, but there he was, talking away with Dawn. She had to give him credit; she was not an easy person to talk to. She started up the stairs, then yelled down to Dawn and Spike.
"Uh, I'm gonna go take a quick nap ok?"
"Yeah." They both shouted back to her.
She continued up the stairs to her room. She took off her shoes and lay on her bed. She closed her eyes and immediately thought of Spike, how he held her just then back in the kitchen. God, he held her with such care and intensity. Like nothing mattered in the world but the two of them. He didn't care about being caught, or what others would think. He just took in every moment, unplanned and unrehearsed.
She, on the other hand, was always thinking about what to do next, what her reactions should be. What if she got caught? What would people think? She always needed to think about the consequences. Maybe that was just the Slayer side of her, or maybe it was something else. She didn't really want to share what she and Spike had. They were happy, and she wanted it to stay that way. She didn't want her friends to rip her apart for this. She also just wanted it to be hers. Something she didn't need to share with anybody else. But she could see how it was hurting Spike, though. The look of pain in his eyes when she tore away from him in the kitchen, it was too much for her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it killed her to hurt Spike, even a little bit. Maybe she could tell Dawn, just maybe . . .
Buffy fell asleep, warm in her thoughts of Spike.
*****
"So, what's with you and Buffy?" Dawn suddenly asked Spike.
"What?" Spike nearly choked.
"You and Buffy, hello? I see the way you look at each other."
"'Fraid you've made up stories in your head Nibblet," it killed him to lie to her, but he knew it was what Buffy wanted, "the Slayer and I are just friends." Dawn wouldn't let it go.
"But you want more? I mean, you love her, we all know that."
"Yeah Nibblet. But, just- hey, why are you asking me this anyway."
"I dunno, makes for interesting conversation. So, why do you love Buffy? I mean, what is the big deal?"
Spike laughed. "To tell you the truth, I don't know. She is everything I am supposed to be against, but I can't seem to pull away from her." Spike looked at Dawn, who seemed very engrossed in what he was saying. "When I see her, it is like the sun is only shining where she is standing. She seems to be everything that is bright and pure and good. She is my light at the end of the tunnel. She is perfect. I could never love anyone the way I have, the way I do, love Buffy." Spiked looked down at the counter, suddenly aware of the tears developing in his eyes. Buffy was everything to him. But in her eyes, he was nothing to her. He knew that, and it killed him.
"Well, that whole uh, sun being where she is thing, that must be good. Y'know, cause of you a-and all the sunlight." Dawn stammered.
"Yeah." Spike said softly.
"I, I gotta go. Janice and I are going to the movies. See ya around?"
"Sure thing, pet." Spike whispered.
"Ok." Dawn looked at him, feeling bad. She kissed him gently on the forehead; he looked up and smiled. He knew that at least one person cared about him.
*****
Buffy woke up at 12:00, still extremely tired.
"Oh, I was only going to sleep for a minute." She mumbled to herself
"Well, some things just don't turn out the way we plan them."
Buffy looked over to see Spike standing by her side. She smiled.
"Listen, uh, Dawn went to the movies with Janice or someone, so I, uh, I'm gonna go. I-"
"No," Buffy grabbed Spikes hand, "stay with me?"
Spike was surprised, but pleased. He gave in to her request. He slid up next to her on her bed, holding her tightly.
Buffy smiled, as his cold body was tight against hers. She smiled and fell asleep, this time, in the warmth of Spike's arms.
*****
What do you think? Reviews please.
I am thinkin, next chapter, a small confession of some sort. Who knows?
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, to simply put it.
*****
Dawn and Buffy stared blankly at the smoking figure in front of them. They slowly turned to each other, then back to Spike. They were both wearing the same facial expressions, raised eyebrows, and dropped jaws.
"Oh, don't look so surprised, luv." He said to Buffy, "anytime, remember." He was starting to think she had regretted what she had said.
"I know, but anytime didn't mean burst-into-flame time." She smiled, he just rolled his eyes. She walked up to him and whispered, "But, I am glad you're here." He was relieved. She hadn't forgotten, and as a plus, she was glad to see him. He smiled.
"Spike, I'm glad you came!" Dawn squealed.
"And so is Dawn, I take it." Buffy said to Spike, leaving Dawn to be confused. She brushed it off though.
"I have to go upstairs and brush my teeth, but I will be back down in a few. Maybe we could . . . talk, or something?"
"Sure, Nibblet. Anything for you." He gave her a sincere smile and she blushed a bit, then ran upstairs.
'Gotta love the lil'girl." He laughed.
"Yeah, you do," She smiled, "but she is not a little girl anymore. She is a teenager, a growing teenager. A growing teenager with . . . feelings." She was trying to hint to Spike.
"Wha- oh. Nah. You're just readin into things Slayer, that's all. Me. Dawn. Just. Friends."
"You, yes. Dawn, no." She laughed as Spike tried, but failed, to deny that Dawn had a growing thing for him.
"Well, I guess I am just making the Summers women swoon then." Spike smirked up at Buffy.
"I- I am not swooning." Buffy hesitantly stated.
"Yeah?" Spike slowly moved closer to her, sensing her heart race. He came from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.
"I can feel you. Your heart, racing. I know what you want Summers."
Buffy closed her eyes, taking in his embrace, his cold lips on her neck, his warm breath cascading down her chest. She sighed a peaceful, content sigh. She quickly opened her eyes, though, realizing she was giving him what he wanted. She changed the subject.
"Yeah, well you . . . "
"What?" He seductively asked.
"You, bought water." She stated.
He stopped kissing her, loosened his grip, and grew a confused look on his face.
"What?" He asked.
"Yeah. Dawn told me. Cherry Coke as well I heard."
"Oh, don't go getting all high and mighty now pet. M'friend Clem happens to be a very big fan of Cherry Coke." He assured her.
"Oh, I see," She said sarcastically, "and I suppose he is a big fan of the microwave dinners as well?"
"Well, see th-"
"Stop," She told him, sliding her body gently up against his, looking into his eyes, "it is very sweet." She kissed him gently and smiled. She heard Dawn coming down the stairs and moved away from Spike. He looked disappointed.
"Ok, ready to talk away."
"Well, Nibblet, I did also come here for some breakfast, so if you wouldn't mind talking and eating at the same time . . . "
"No problem!" Dawn smiled.
"Pancakes Spike?" Buffy asked. Spike made a face. Even though he did like some regular food, he was not too fond of pancakes.
"Got anything else?" Spike asked.
"Yeah!" Dawn hopped up from her stool and went to the fridge. She grabbed a packet of blood and a mug, and handed them both to Spike.
"Ahh," Spike looked at Buffy, "guess I'm not the only one keeping their fridge in stock." Buffy rolled her eyes, and without Dawn seeing, she jokingly poked Spike in his side with the spatula she had been holding. He gave her a glare and she winked.
*****
Buffy walked out into the hallway while Dawn and Spike were still talking. She didn't know Spike could hold a serious conversation for more than a few minutes, but there he was, talking away with Dawn. She had to give him credit; she was not an easy person to talk to. She started up the stairs, then yelled down to Dawn and Spike.
"Uh, I'm gonna go take a quick nap ok?"
"Yeah." They both shouted back to her.
She continued up the stairs to her room. She took off her shoes and lay on her bed. She closed her eyes and immediately thought of Spike, how he held her just then back in the kitchen. God, he held her with such care and intensity. Like nothing mattered in the world but the two of them. He didn't care about being caught, or what others would think. He just took in every moment, unplanned and unrehearsed.
She, on the other hand, was always thinking about what to do next, what her reactions should be. What if she got caught? What would people think? She always needed to think about the consequences. Maybe that was just the Slayer side of her, or maybe it was something else. She didn't really want to share what she and Spike had. They were happy, and she wanted it to stay that way. She didn't want her friends to rip her apart for this. She also just wanted it to be hers. Something she didn't need to share with anybody else. But she could see how it was hurting Spike, though. The look of pain in his eyes when she tore away from him in the kitchen, it was too much for her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it killed her to hurt Spike, even a little bit. Maybe she could tell Dawn, just maybe . . .
Buffy fell asleep, warm in her thoughts of Spike.
*****
"So, what's with you and Buffy?" Dawn suddenly asked Spike.
"What?" Spike nearly choked.
"You and Buffy, hello? I see the way you look at each other."
"'Fraid you've made up stories in your head Nibblet," it killed him to lie to her, but he knew it was what Buffy wanted, "the Slayer and I are just friends." Dawn wouldn't let it go.
"But you want more? I mean, you love her, we all know that."
"Yeah Nibblet. But, just- hey, why are you asking me this anyway."
"I dunno, makes for interesting conversation. So, why do you love Buffy? I mean, what is the big deal?"
Spike laughed. "To tell you the truth, I don't know. She is everything I am supposed to be against, but I can't seem to pull away from her." Spike looked at Dawn, who seemed very engrossed in what he was saying. "When I see her, it is like the sun is only shining where she is standing. She seems to be everything that is bright and pure and good. She is my light at the end of the tunnel. She is perfect. I could never love anyone the way I have, the way I do, love Buffy." Spiked looked down at the counter, suddenly aware of the tears developing in his eyes. Buffy was everything to him. But in her eyes, he was nothing to her. He knew that, and it killed him.
"Well, that whole uh, sun being where she is thing, that must be good. Y'know, cause of you a-and all the sunlight." Dawn stammered.
"Yeah." Spike said softly.
"I, I gotta go. Janice and I are going to the movies. See ya around?"
"Sure thing, pet." Spike whispered.
"Ok." Dawn looked at him, feeling bad. She kissed him gently on the forehead; he looked up and smiled. He knew that at least one person cared about him.
*****
Buffy woke up at 12:00, still extremely tired.
"Oh, I was only going to sleep for a minute." She mumbled to herself
"Well, some things just don't turn out the way we plan them."
Buffy looked over to see Spike standing by her side. She smiled.
"Listen, uh, Dawn went to the movies with Janice or someone, so I, uh, I'm gonna go. I-"
"No," Buffy grabbed Spikes hand, "stay with me?"
Spike was surprised, but pleased. He gave in to her request. He slid up next to her on her bed, holding her tightly.
Buffy smiled, as his cold body was tight against hers. She smiled and fell asleep, this time, in the warmth of Spike's arms.
*****
What do you think? Reviews please.
I am thinkin, next chapter, a small confession of some sort. Who knows?