A Confession . Of Some Sort
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I own no one.
*****
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and looked at her watch; 6:43 p.m.
"Mmm," she moaned out of pure relaxation, "Spike?" she mumbled softly.
"Right here, luv." She looked around but didn't see anything. She moved around and felt something.
"Hey, watch it. That's m'leg y'know." Buffy rolled over to see a figure underneath all of her covers. She furrowed her brow and bit, but couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, it's not funny. Th- there is nothing funny about this." Spike told her.
She laughed harder. "Why are you-- ohhhhh." Buffy saw small rays of sunlight spread over the blankets.
"Maybe I should have shut the blinds before going to sleep?"
"Funny, cause I was thinkin the same thing." Spike said, but Buffy could tell he was smiling. She laughed a bit more and got up to close the blinds. She laid there for a few minutes until--
"Ahh," Buffy was taken by surprise, but started laughing hysterically, "No, stop, I-" She could hardly breath anymore and she slid under the covers to find Spike lightly pinching her sides, lightly enough that it made her laugh.
Spiked cocked his head to the side and smirked. "It seems our Slayer is somewhat ticklish?"
"Pfffft!" Buffy replied.
"You sputtered?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Buffy giggled a little at his reply, but went on. "I am not."
"Ah, but you are. You can't hide anything from me pet. I know you too well." Spike told her.
Buffy gave in. "Fine, but this too shall go to your second grave." She warned him.
"Oh, is that so? Well, I seem to recall some-"
Buffy rolled over on top of Spike and kissed him passionately. Her whole body was so close to his, she could feel his every move. His hands slid up the sides of her body, his fingertips lightly brushing her clothes, sending a chill up and down her spine. She ran her fingers through his hair, and down his neck. She felt his cold, smooth hands run up under her shirt.
Her skin was smooth. He traced her spine with his fingertips, his other hand dancing around her back. His hand went up and ran through her hair, soft it was. Almost as soft as silk. All the while, neither one of them parted their lips, not even to breath. The moment was perfect.
"Buffy!?" Dawn called up the stairs.
Spike opened his eyes, but to his surprise Buffy's lips were still on his, ignoring the girl calling to her. He slowly closed his eyes and continued.
"Buffy?" Dawn yelled louder, now this was starting to bother him. He gently parted from Buffy who was now breathing heavily, almost panting.
"Buffy, you have to go." Spike managed to spill out the words between breaths.
"Oh God," She moaned, "I know." She caught her breath and rolled over to get out of bed.
"Buf-"
"Coming Dawn!" She was trying not to sound agitated, for Dawn had no idea what was going on. She straightened out her shirt and went down the steps.
"Yeah?" Buffy asked her sister.
"What were you doing up there?" Dawn asked.
"Oh, I, uh, I was getting changed." Buffy told Dawn.
"But, you're wearing the same clothes." Dawn pointed out.
"Oh, yeah. Re-changed, that is. I got a cool shower after Spike left."
"Oh, Spike's gone?" Dawn seemed disappointed.
"Yeah, but he'll be back later. So! What's up?" Dawn began to talk, and Buffy took one last look up the stairs over her shoulder. She saw Spike lurking in a shaded area. She managed to mouth a 'sorry' and just smiled.
*****
Spike watched as the two girls walked away. He let out a sigh of relief, leaned back against a wall, and looked up at the ceiling. He was actually relieved that Dawn had come home when she did. He had a pretty good idea what would have happened if she hadn't come home, and to tell the truth, he wasn't sure that he was ready. Here he was, with the woman he had love for so long, and he didn't feel the time was right. Normally, any man, living or undead, would have taken the opportunity to get the job done, but he just wasn't sure. Something was holding him back. He just loved her too much, she didn't love him though, as far as he knew. He just thought that it seemed, like, he would be using her, although he had no idea why he felt that way.
"Uhh, Dawn, let me show you something that I bought. I uh, oh, right, I put it downstairs." He heard Buffy, and knew she was trying to give him a way to exit.
"Um, okay, I guess." Dawn told her sister. Spike heard the basement door close a few seconds later and slowly crept down the stairs. He walked out the front door, and just as he closed it behind them, he heard the two girls come up.
Spike stood in the shade, waiting for the sun to set. Buffy and Dawn were inside talking; he could hear them slightly.
*****
"Laundry detergent?" Dawn asked Buffy, sounding confused.
"Well, I thought it was new." Buffy told her warily.
"It was half full," Dawn told her.
"Sorry, I have just had a case of the sleepies lately. Tossing and turning at night doesn't help to make a rejuvenated Buffy. I am kinda all over the place."
"So I've noticed," Dawn told her, "Wanna tell me? What is causing all the tossing and turning at night?" Buffy looked up at her with sensitive eyes.
"Dawn . . ."
"I know, I am just a kid. But I am your sister Buffy. I know when you're hurting and confused. We have the same blood remember?" Dawn smiled.
"Yeah," Buffy smiled back, "I just think a lot, at night. I never really have time during the day to think, so I do it at night. Hence the whole, tossing and turning. I think about life. What it would be like to be a normal girl. I, surprisingly, think about love. A-and a, well, I guess you could call him, a-a friend? No, well, I don't know." Buffy seemed very confused now. She was trying to use the right words so she wouldn't give away her relationship with Spike. She wanted to talk about their relationship, without actually talking about him.
"Spike, huh?" Obviously that would never happen. Dawn knew, in a way, about her and Spike. Buffy suddenly found the floor beneath her seemingly interesting.
"Buffy, it's ok. I get it. He is a really, okay, he is a semi ok guy. He loves you, and treats you so well. Me too. He obviously wouldn't hurt your friends; he knows how much it would hurt you. And you know, he would never leave you." Buffy suddenly looked up. That was the one thing she was afraid of, Spike leaving her. Everybody always seemed to leave her. She wouldn't be able to take it if he left. Dawn knew him pretty well, and hearing it from her made Buffy feel reassured. Buffy smiled up at Dawn.
"Do you love him?" Dawn asked.
"Dawn . . . "
"Buffy." Buffy was taken by surprise. The tone in Dawn's voice was strict and the look on her face was stern.
"I - I'm not sure Dawn. He's not really, what you would call 'my type', but I can't seem to turn away from him. I, I just can't . . . " Buffy began to trail off.
"Ok, forget I asked that question. Do you see yourself ever being able to love him?"
"Yes." Buffy firmly answered Dawn with a smile. Just then the two girls hopped out of their seats as they hear a pounding sound at the front door, like someone threw a rock.
*****
"Bloody hell!" Outside Spike lay sprawled out on the ground. He was leaning up against the door listening to the girls' conversation. When he heard that there was a chance that Buffy could ever love him, he lost control and fell into the door, soon falling to the ground afterwards.
"She could love me." He said softly to himself. He lay there smiling, he wasn't sure for how long.
He heard Buffy and Dawn run to the door and wiped the smile off his face into one of discomfort, preparing his cover-up story in his head.
Spike watched as a bewildered Buffy flung open the door. She looked around a but, then looked at the ground making eye contact with Spike.
"Spike?" Buffy asked.
"The one and only." Spike told her laughing a bit, then grabbing the back of his head in pain. He hadn't realized how much it had really hurt. He must have hit his head on something sharp.
"What the hell happened?" Buffy asked Spike, to his surprise, actually sounding concerned. But, then again, she could love him. Spike smiled at the thought.
"What?" Dawn asked.
"Huh?" Spiked looked further up and saw Dawn.
"You were smiling . . . why?" Dawn asked.
"Hmm, oh, it was just a funny story. You see, I-"
"Tell us later, we need to get you some ice." Buffy took Spike by the arm and helped him inside. Buffy locked Spike's arm with hers, and, without even thinking, rubbed his arm in comforting strokes with the other.
*****
I know it is a weird place to end, but what can I say? That's just how I am. Reviews pleeeeeeease!? I live for them! ::makes a pouty face:: Pwease?
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I own no one.
*****
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and looked at her watch; 6:43 p.m.
"Mmm," she moaned out of pure relaxation, "Spike?" she mumbled softly.
"Right here, luv." She looked around but didn't see anything. She moved around and felt something.
"Hey, watch it. That's m'leg y'know." Buffy rolled over to see a figure underneath all of her covers. She furrowed her brow and bit, but couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, it's not funny. Th- there is nothing funny about this." Spike told her.
She laughed harder. "Why are you-- ohhhhh." Buffy saw small rays of sunlight spread over the blankets.
"Maybe I should have shut the blinds before going to sleep?"
"Funny, cause I was thinkin the same thing." Spike said, but Buffy could tell he was smiling. She laughed a bit more and got up to close the blinds. She laid there for a few minutes until--
"Ahh," Buffy was taken by surprise, but started laughing hysterically, "No, stop, I-" She could hardly breath anymore and she slid under the covers to find Spike lightly pinching her sides, lightly enough that it made her laugh.
Spiked cocked his head to the side and smirked. "It seems our Slayer is somewhat ticklish?"
"Pfffft!" Buffy replied.
"You sputtered?" Spike raised an eyebrow.
Buffy giggled a little at his reply, but went on. "I am not."
"Ah, but you are. You can't hide anything from me pet. I know you too well." Spike told her.
Buffy gave in. "Fine, but this too shall go to your second grave." She warned him.
"Oh, is that so? Well, I seem to recall some-"
Buffy rolled over on top of Spike and kissed him passionately. Her whole body was so close to his, she could feel his every move. His hands slid up the sides of her body, his fingertips lightly brushing her clothes, sending a chill up and down her spine. She ran her fingers through his hair, and down his neck. She felt his cold, smooth hands run up under her shirt.
Her skin was smooth. He traced her spine with his fingertips, his other hand dancing around her back. His hand went up and ran through her hair, soft it was. Almost as soft as silk. All the while, neither one of them parted their lips, not even to breath. The moment was perfect.
"Buffy!?" Dawn called up the stairs.
Spike opened his eyes, but to his surprise Buffy's lips were still on his, ignoring the girl calling to her. He slowly closed his eyes and continued.
"Buffy?" Dawn yelled louder, now this was starting to bother him. He gently parted from Buffy who was now breathing heavily, almost panting.
"Buffy, you have to go." Spike managed to spill out the words between breaths.
"Oh God," She moaned, "I know." She caught her breath and rolled over to get out of bed.
"Buf-"
"Coming Dawn!" She was trying not to sound agitated, for Dawn had no idea what was going on. She straightened out her shirt and went down the steps.
"Yeah?" Buffy asked her sister.
"What were you doing up there?" Dawn asked.
"Oh, I, uh, I was getting changed." Buffy told Dawn.
"But, you're wearing the same clothes." Dawn pointed out.
"Oh, yeah. Re-changed, that is. I got a cool shower after Spike left."
"Oh, Spike's gone?" Dawn seemed disappointed.
"Yeah, but he'll be back later. So! What's up?" Dawn began to talk, and Buffy took one last look up the stairs over her shoulder. She saw Spike lurking in a shaded area. She managed to mouth a 'sorry' and just smiled.
*****
Spike watched as the two girls walked away. He let out a sigh of relief, leaned back against a wall, and looked up at the ceiling. He was actually relieved that Dawn had come home when she did. He had a pretty good idea what would have happened if she hadn't come home, and to tell the truth, he wasn't sure that he was ready. Here he was, with the woman he had love for so long, and he didn't feel the time was right. Normally, any man, living or undead, would have taken the opportunity to get the job done, but he just wasn't sure. Something was holding him back. He just loved her too much, she didn't love him though, as far as he knew. He just thought that it seemed, like, he would be using her, although he had no idea why he felt that way.
"Uhh, Dawn, let me show you something that I bought. I uh, oh, right, I put it downstairs." He heard Buffy, and knew she was trying to give him a way to exit.
"Um, okay, I guess." Dawn told her sister. Spike heard the basement door close a few seconds later and slowly crept down the stairs. He walked out the front door, and just as he closed it behind them, he heard the two girls come up.
Spike stood in the shade, waiting for the sun to set. Buffy and Dawn were inside talking; he could hear them slightly.
*****
"Laundry detergent?" Dawn asked Buffy, sounding confused.
"Well, I thought it was new." Buffy told her warily.
"It was half full," Dawn told her.
"Sorry, I have just had a case of the sleepies lately. Tossing and turning at night doesn't help to make a rejuvenated Buffy. I am kinda all over the place."
"So I've noticed," Dawn told her, "Wanna tell me? What is causing all the tossing and turning at night?" Buffy looked up at her with sensitive eyes.
"Dawn . . ."
"I know, I am just a kid. But I am your sister Buffy. I know when you're hurting and confused. We have the same blood remember?" Dawn smiled.
"Yeah," Buffy smiled back, "I just think a lot, at night. I never really have time during the day to think, so I do it at night. Hence the whole, tossing and turning. I think about life. What it would be like to be a normal girl. I, surprisingly, think about love. A-and a, well, I guess you could call him, a-a friend? No, well, I don't know." Buffy seemed very confused now. She was trying to use the right words so she wouldn't give away her relationship with Spike. She wanted to talk about their relationship, without actually talking about him.
"Spike, huh?" Obviously that would never happen. Dawn knew, in a way, about her and Spike. Buffy suddenly found the floor beneath her seemingly interesting.
"Buffy, it's ok. I get it. He is a really, okay, he is a semi ok guy. He loves you, and treats you so well. Me too. He obviously wouldn't hurt your friends; he knows how much it would hurt you. And you know, he would never leave you." Buffy suddenly looked up. That was the one thing she was afraid of, Spike leaving her. Everybody always seemed to leave her. She wouldn't be able to take it if he left. Dawn knew him pretty well, and hearing it from her made Buffy feel reassured. Buffy smiled up at Dawn.
"Do you love him?" Dawn asked.
"Dawn . . . "
"Buffy." Buffy was taken by surprise. The tone in Dawn's voice was strict and the look on her face was stern.
"I - I'm not sure Dawn. He's not really, what you would call 'my type', but I can't seem to turn away from him. I, I just can't . . . " Buffy began to trail off.
"Ok, forget I asked that question. Do you see yourself ever being able to love him?"
"Yes." Buffy firmly answered Dawn with a smile. Just then the two girls hopped out of their seats as they hear a pounding sound at the front door, like someone threw a rock.
*****
"Bloody hell!" Outside Spike lay sprawled out on the ground. He was leaning up against the door listening to the girls' conversation. When he heard that there was a chance that Buffy could ever love him, he lost control and fell into the door, soon falling to the ground afterwards.
"She could love me." He said softly to himself. He lay there smiling, he wasn't sure for how long.
He heard Buffy and Dawn run to the door and wiped the smile off his face into one of discomfort, preparing his cover-up story in his head.
Spike watched as a bewildered Buffy flung open the door. She looked around a but, then looked at the ground making eye contact with Spike.
"Spike?" Buffy asked.
"The one and only." Spike told her laughing a bit, then grabbing the back of his head in pain. He hadn't realized how much it had really hurt. He must have hit his head on something sharp.
"What the hell happened?" Buffy asked Spike, to his surprise, actually sounding concerned. But, then again, she could love him. Spike smiled at the thought.
"What?" Dawn asked.
"Huh?" Spiked looked further up and saw Dawn.
"You were smiling . . . why?" Dawn asked.
"Hmm, oh, it was just a funny story. You see, I-"
"Tell us later, we need to get you some ice." Buffy took Spike by the arm and helped him inside. Buffy locked Spike's arm with hers, and, without even thinking, rubbed his arm in comforting strokes with the other.
*****
I know it is a weird place to end, but what can I say? That's just how I am. Reviews pleeeeeeease!? I live for them! ::makes a pouty face:: Pwease?