A True Confession
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
*****
"So, that's how it happened." Spike finished his story.
"So let me get this straight. You were running to find shade from the sunlight, and without even noticing, you slammed yourself right into our front door.?"
"Uhhhh, yeah." Spike told Buffy.
"No offense Spike," Dawn began "But how stupid are you?" Buffy laughed at Dawn's question, while Spike just scowled.
"Well, no offense to you little bit, but- ow!" Buffy kicked Spike in the ankle, as she sensed he was going to retaliate.
"Be good or you don't get your ice." Buffy scolded him.
"Hey, you said yourself she's not a lil' kid anymore, Slayer." Spike told Buffy.
"Yes, but . . . she is still my sister. And I am not going to put up with you insulting her." Buffy told Spike, in a gentle tone.
"Yeah, well she started it" Spike told Buffy.
"Spike, why are yo-" Both of them stopped what they were doing and looked up at Dawn, who was quietly giggling. Dawn looked up, and noticed that both of them were looking at her.
"And what is so funny?" Buffy asked her sister.
"What? Oh, uh, nothing." Dawn told them, not convincing either one of them.
"Don't you have some place else to be?" Buffy asked her sister.
Dawn glared at Buffy, who glared back. Dawn reluctantly gave in "I guess I have some homework. I'll be upstairs." She told Buffy in a blah tone.
Spike watched Dawn go upstairs then looked back at Buffy. He just watched as she moved gracefully around the kitchen. He looked at her hands as they stroked the countertop. He had never noticed how beautiful they were. Her fingertips lightly brushed the counter, almost as if they were floating, her fingernails gently scraping against the cold hard surface. She walked towards him, holding a bag of ice. He flinched slightly when her arm brushed up against his cheek as she reached to hold the ice to his head. He felt a warm wave of electricity and excitement flow through him, followed by a cool rush as the ice hit his skin. He found himself suddenly nervous. He looked up at Buffy, who was so elegant and graceful.
"You . . . you are so beautiful." He told her, getting more nervous every second. She smiled at him, a genuine smile. She moved her body so she was sitting on his lap, holding the ice to the back of his head, her fingertips dancing slightly through his hair.
He seemed so shaken. She had never seen him like this. She leaned forward and brushed her lips to his, watching as his face grew a smile.
"That's better." She told him. He just smiled, looking deep into her eyes. He leaned up to kiss her, and she pulled him in, embracing the kiss.
Minutes went by, neither of them flinching. Spike never wanted this to end, it was more than perfect. Spike heard a soft noise come from behind, like someone was shifting around. He parted from Buffy, who groaned.
"No," she told him, and pulled him back in.
"But, Dawn . . ." Spike told Buffy between small kisses.
"I told her, she knows." Buffy whispered into Spike' ear. Spike smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to kiss Buffy.
"Buffy? We're home." Both Buffy and Spike opened their eyes.
"Now them, I didn't tell."
Spike nodded his head and they parted. Buffy got up from Spike' lap, leaving a warm feeling on his legs. Spike watched as Tara and Willow entered the kitchen.
"Hey Buffy, Dawn. Oh, hey Spike. Spike?" Willow asked.
"Yeah, Spike came over to discuss business." Buffy, who had busied herself cooking dinner, told Willow.
"Yeah, were going patrollin' later." Spike told Willow, who nodded her head showing that she understood.
Spike caught a glimpse of Dawn, who was just standing over in the corner smirking. Spike tilted his head at Dawn in curiosity. She raised her eyebrows, and he retaliated by sticking out his tongue, Dawn made a face and crossed her arms.
"And how old are you?" Dawn sarcastically asked Spike.
Spike looked right into Dawn's eyes with his own, gentle soft and blue, never flinching. He stared at her until he sensed her becoming uncomfortable. He laughed and decided it was time for him to go.
"Well, I better be off then. I don't want to overstay my welcome." He made small eye contact with Buffy and then left.
*****
Buffy, Willow, and Dawn were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Buffy was washing the dishes while Dawn was putting away the leftovers. Tara and was sitting at the table, while Willow had sneaked off to the living room.
"Hey, did uh, Spike stay the whole day?" Tara asked.
Buffy turned around to see Tara looking in the trash can at the empty pack of blood.
"Oh, no. He just came by this morning. Him and Dawn talked for a while, then he left." Buffy hated lying to her friends, keeping things from them was one of the hardest things she ever had to do.
"Then, uh, w-why was he h-here when we came in?" Tara asked.
"Oh, funny story. I'll tell ya on the way to the Bronze. Oh, by the way," Dawn turned to Buffy, "can I go to the Bronze?"
"Yeah." Buffy smiled. "Home by eleven though."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure she's home." Tara told Buffy.
"Ok." Buffy watched as the two girls left for the bronze.
"Where are those two going?" Willow emerged from the other room.
"Oh, they're just off for some late-night bronzin'."
"Oh, and they didn't invite me? How rude." Willow sarcastically told Buffy.
"Well, they just left, I'm sure you could catch up." Buffy assured Willow.
"Nah. Too tired. I think I'll just hang here with you. Have some quality Will/Buffy time."
"Ok, sounds like a plan, " Buffy began, "but, I'm kinda on patrol duty in an hour." Buffy sympathetically told Willow.
"I-it's ok. We'll hang till then. Maybe, kinda, talk?" Willow asked.
"Ah, got problems? Well, I'm here, for as long as you need, patrolling or not. I am all ears Buffy." She told Willow. They sat down on the couch, and Willow began to speak.
"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of, well, . . . you. I, I mean it is not a bad thing, no. I, I've just kinda noticed, you seem different lately."
"Different?"
"Oh, no, not bad different. Good different, really good different. You seem to have an extra bounce in your step. It's just, you haven't told me why. So, I'm thinkin, somewhere along the lines of . . . Spike?"
Buffy took in a deep breath. "You too huh?"
"What?"
"Dawn mentioned this to me earlier. Not even a few hours ago. Got a little awkward."
"Oh, well Buffy, if you don't wanna talk about it-"
"No, " Buffy knew that she needed to talk and get her relationship out in the open, at least to the people she was living with. She wanted to talk about it too. After she had seen how happy Dawn was for her, she sort of wanted her friends to know. "go ahead. Ask away."
It was silent for a while. She figured Willow didn't exactly know what to say. Her and Spike together was enough for her to handle. She didn't want Willow to leave her. She didn't want Willow to shut her out. She felt tears forming in her eyes, she couldn't help it.
"Don't shut me out Willow." Buffy pleaded.
"Oh, Buffy no! I wouldn't do that." Willow moved closer to Buffy.
"I can't stand the thought of you not being here." Buffy looked up at Willow who was staring at her with sympathetic eyes. Buffy placed her head on Willow's lap, almost sobbing.
"And you don't have to think about that Buffy. I would never leave you. Why would you even think that?" Willow asked
"Because, I-it's Spike." Buffy sounded confused.
"Yes, it is. Spike, the man who loves you more than anything in the world. The man who took care of your sister when you were, you know, gone. The man who hangs around with your friends even though he does not like them. The man who has saved your life on numerous occasions." Willow was trying to convince Buffy that it was ok to be with Spike.
"Yes, but he is also the monster that has tried to kill me on numerous occasions."
"Buffy, that was all in the past. He has changed so much since then. He cares so much for Dawn, it is more than obvious. He, uh, he has also come around when you weren't here, and he was more than kind. Buffy, he is not the same person. I could never blame you for loving him, and I sure as hell would never leave you for it."
"Loving him?"
"Oh Buffy, I didn't know. I - I wasn't sure. Do you love him?"
"Willow, I- I don't know. I can't figure it out. I have all these feelings stirring inside me, and it is so hard. Everytime I have loved someone, or thought I did, I always wound up loosing them. Angel, Riley, even Parker left, I wouldn't be able to stand it if Spike left me, Willow. I don't know what I would do. I can't even figure it out now. I shouldn't love him, but- "
"I know it is hard Buffy, believe me, I've been there. You just have to follow your heart. Don't think so much about it, just go with it. When your heart know it's right, then you'll know. If you two are meant to be, you'll be. That's why Angel, Riley, and even Parker never worked. It wasn't mean to be. Look at me," Willow took Buffy's face in her hands and looked her right in her eyes, "follow your heart."
Buffy smiled. "You're right, Will. Thank you so much. You helped me realize that I . . . I love Spike." Buffy smiled at the thought.
"Oh Buffy," Willow smiled, "good."
The two hugged for a while, until Buffy knew she had to go.
"Okay, I need to go. I'll be back later. Willow . . . " Buffy turned to face Willow before leaving the house, " . . . thank you."
Willow only smiled and nodded her head, then Buffy left.
*****
Spike stood alone in the cemetery waiting for Buffy, as usual. He had time, though, to think about his relationship with her, whatever their relationship was. He couldn't keep waiting for her to realize her feelings for him. This game was getting to tiring for him. He needed an answer.
Buffy came running up to Spike out of breath. "Vamp gang about a block back. Dusted three one got away."
"Chase after him did you?" Spike asked.
"Nah. Figured he'd show up here sometime soon."
"Ah, got ya." Spike told Buffy.
Spike watched as Buffy slowly walked towards him. She had a certain happiness about her, a sort of sparkle in her eyes.
"How's your head?" Buffy asked, placing her hands gently on the back of Spike's head, brushing his hair lightly.
"Better, now." Spike smiled at her.
Buffy looked up in Spike's eyes, they were so soft and full of love. She knew her eyes showed the same. She stared at him for a few seconds, tracing over every inch of his face with her eyes. She held his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He held her at the waist, picking her up slightly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled.
Spike smiled and laughed a bit at the sight of his rambunctious Buffy.
"There's something different about you tonight Slayer." Spike told her, wearing a smile on his face.
"Oh yeah? Care to fill me in?" Buffy asked.
"You just seem, happier. Your eyes, they're . . . indescribable. Your full of some raw emotion, I just can't put my finger on it, Slayer." Spike honestly told her. He couldn't tell if she was just really happy, or really drunk.
Buffy loosened her grip from Spike, and put her legs back on the ground. She looked up at him; her eyes locked on his never ending soft blue ones. She held his face softly.
"Maybe it's love." Buffy smiled at Spike, who's expression changed to one of surprise and excitement.
"What?" He asked, dazed.
"Spike, I need to tell you, duck." Buffy shoved Spike's head down as a vamp swung at her. She dodged the punch, returning one of her own. Spike got up and kicked the vamp almost across the cemetery.
"Spike!" Buffy threw a stake at him. Spike went to stake the vamp, but missed. The vamp shoved Spike out of the way into a large tombstone. Buffy ran up behind him, kicking him, sending him tumbling to the ground. She seized her stake from the ground and dusted the vamp.
She ran over to Spike who was curled up next to a tombstone. She took his hand in hers, and slightly stroked his head.
"You okay?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, better than ever, luv." He looked up at Buffy and smiled. She smiled back, warm and tender. He didn't know if what she had said, about love, if it was true. He didn't know if she was proclaiming her love for him, and he wanted to find out. But at the same time, he didn't want to push the subject.
*****
Buffy opened the door to his crypt and helped him in. They sat down together, quietly. There was a strong tension in the room. Spike wanted so bad to talk to her, ask her what she was feeling, but at the same time, he wanted to just let it be. He looked over at her. She was looking up at him, her eyes full of . . . love? He saw it in her eyes, then and there, she loved him. He smiled, leaned forward and brushed her lips, soft at first, but she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Spike shifted gently, moving his hands throughout her hair, brushing her cheek slightly with his fingernails. They parted after minutes, Buffy panting.
"Spike, I need to tell you . . . I, I-"
"I know." Spike whispered to her, "I can see it in your eyes, luv." Spike smiled. She kissed him gently. Spike laid her down on his bed, his body moving on top of hers. Buffy smiled and looked up at him, his deep, blue eyes made her shiver. They kissed, this time with a fiery passion. More passions then they had ever felt before, their true feelings being expressed. Buffy didn't want to open her eyes, for fear that when she did, he would be gone, and that his would all be a dream. Spike parted their lips, a wave of nervousness rushed through her. She felt her whole body become weak. She looked up at Spike whose face was serious yet soft, and smiled.
Buffy slid off his duster, sending a slight wave of heat over his body as her fingers brushed his upper arms. He looked at her gently, feeling the corners of his mouth turn into a grin. He was finally with the woman that he loved, the one he had been waiting for all his life, and he knew she felt the same way. He moved and slowly began to unbutton her shirt.
Buffy closed her eyes and sighed as Spike's cold fingers ran down her chest. He was so full of love for her and she could feel it. She closed her eyes, ready for what was about to happen. She was needed for it to happen, she wanted it to happen. She grabbed Spike's neck and pulled him down towards her. She kissed his ear and whispered.
"I love you . . . "
*****
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*****
"So, that's how it happened." Spike finished his story.
"So let me get this straight. You were running to find shade from the sunlight, and without even noticing, you slammed yourself right into our front door.?"
"Uhhhh, yeah." Spike told Buffy.
"No offense Spike," Dawn began "But how stupid are you?" Buffy laughed at Dawn's question, while Spike just scowled.
"Well, no offense to you little bit, but- ow!" Buffy kicked Spike in the ankle, as she sensed he was going to retaliate.
"Be good or you don't get your ice." Buffy scolded him.
"Hey, you said yourself she's not a lil' kid anymore, Slayer." Spike told Buffy.
"Yes, but . . . she is still my sister. And I am not going to put up with you insulting her." Buffy told Spike, in a gentle tone.
"Yeah, well she started it" Spike told Buffy.
"Spike, why are yo-" Both of them stopped what they were doing and looked up at Dawn, who was quietly giggling. Dawn looked up, and noticed that both of them were looking at her.
"And what is so funny?" Buffy asked her sister.
"What? Oh, uh, nothing." Dawn told them, not convincing either one of them.
"Don't you have some place else to be?" Buffy asked her sister.
Dawn glared at Buffy, who glared back. Dawn reluctantly gave in "I guess I have some homework. I'll be upstairs." She told Buffy in a blah tone.
Spike watched Dawn go upstairs then looked back at Buffy. He just watched as she moved gracefully around the kitchen. He looked at her hands as they stroked the countertop. He had never noticed how beautiful they were. Her fingertips lightly brushed the counter, almost as if they were floating, her fingernails gently scraping against the cold hard surface. She walked towards him, holding a bag of ice. He flinched slightly when her arm brushed up against his cheek as she reached to hold the ice to his head. He felt a warm wave of electricity and excitement flow through him, followed by a cool rush as the ice hit his skin. He found himself suddenly nervous. He looked up at Buffy, who was so elegant and graceful.
"You . . . you are so beautiful." He told her, getting more nervous every second. She smiled at him, a genuine smile. She moved her body so she was sitting on his lap, holding the ice to the back of his head, her fingertips dancing slightly through his hair.
He seemed so shaken. She had never seen him like this. She leaned forward and brushed her lips to his, watching as his face grew a smile.
"That's better." She told him. He just smiled, looking deep into her eyes. He leaned up to kiss her, and she pulled him in, embracing the kiss.
Minutes went by, neither of them flinching. Spike never wanted this to end, it was more than perfect. Spike heard a soft noise come from behind, like someone was shifting around. He parted from Buffy, who groaned.
"No," she told him, and pulled him back in.
"But, Dawn . . ." Spike told Buffy between small kisses.
"I told her, she knows." Buffy whispered into Spike' ear. Spike smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to kiss Buffy.
"Buffy? We're home." Both Buffy and Spike opened their eyes.
"Now them, I didn't tell."
Spike nodded his head and they parted. Buffy got up from Spike' lap, leaving a warm feeling on his legs. Spike watched as Tara and Willow entered the kitchen.
"Hey Buffy, Dawn. Oh, hey Spike. Spike?" Willow asked.
"Yeah, Spike came over to discuss business." Buffy, who had busied herself cooking dinner, told Willow.
"Yeah, were going patrollin' later." Spike told Willow, who nodded her head showing that she understood.
Spike caught a glimpse of Dawn, who was just standing over in the corner smirking. Spike tilted his head at Dawn in curiosity. She raised her eyebrows, and he retaliated by sticking out his tongue, Dawn made a face and crossed her arms.
"And how old are you?" Dawn sarcastically asked Spike.
Spike looked right into Dawn's eyes with his own, gentle soft and blue, never flinching. He stared at her until he sensed her becoming uncomfortable. He laughed and decided it was time for him to go.
"Well, I better be off then. I don't want to overstay my welcome." He made small eye contact with Buffy and then left.
*****
Buffy, Willow, and Dawn were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. Buffy was washing the dishes while Dawn was putting away the leftovers. Tara and was sitting at the table, while Willow had sneaked off to the living room.
"Hey, did uh, Spike stay the whole day?" Tara asked.
Buffy turned around to see Tara looking in the trash can at the empty pack of blood.
"Oh, no. He just came by this morning. Him and Dawn talked for a while, then he left." Buffy hated lying to her friends, keeping things from them was one of the hardest things she ever had to do.
"Then, uh, w-why was he h-here when we came in?" Tara asked.
"Oh, funny story. I'll tell ya on the way to the Bronze. Oh, by the way," Dawn turned to Buffy, "can I go to the Bronze?"
"Yeah." Buffy smiled. "Home by eleven though."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure she's home." Tara told Buffy.
"Ok." Buffy watched as the two girls left for the bronze.
"Where are those two going?" Willow emerged from the other room.
"Oh, they're just off for some late-night bronzin'."
"Oh, and they didn't invite me? How rude." Willow sarcastically told Buffy.
"Well, they just left, I'm sure you could catch up." Buffy assured Willow.
"Nah. Too tired. I think I'll just hang here with you. Have some quality Will/Buffy time."
"Ok, sounds like a plan, " Buffy began, "but, I'm kinda on patrol duty in an hour." Buffy sympathetically told Willow.
"I-it's ok. We'll hang till then. Maybe, kinda, talk?" Willow asked.
"Ah, got problems? Well, I'm here, for as long as you need, patrolling or not. I am all ears Buffy." She told Willow. They sat down on the couch, and Willow began to speak.
"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of, well, . . . you. I, I mean it is not a bad thing, no. I, I've just kinda noticed, you seem different lately."
"Different?"
"Oh, no, not bad different. Good different, really good different. You seem to have an extra bounce in your step. It's just, you haven't told me why. So, I'm thinkin, somewhere along the lines of . . . Spike?"
Buffy took in a deep breath. "You too huh?"
"What?"
"Dawn mentioned this to me earlier. Not even a few hours ago. Got a little awkward."
"Oh, well Buffy, if you don't wanna talk about it-"
"No, " Buffy knew that she needed to talk and get her relationship out in the open, at least to the people she was living with. She wanted to talk about it too. After she had seen how happy Dawn was for her, she sort of wanted her friends to know. "go ahead. Ask away."
It was silent for a while. She figured Willow didn't exactly know what to say. Her and Spike together was enough for her to handle. She didn't want Willow to leave her. She didn't want Willow to shut her out. She felt tears forming in her eyes, she couldn't help it.
"Don't shut me out Willow." Buffy pleaded.
"Oh, Buffy no! I wouldn't do that." Willow moved closer to Buffy.
"I can't stand the thought of you not being here." Buffy looked up at Willow who was staring at her with sympathetic eyes. Buffy placed her head on Willow's lap, almost sobbing.
"And you don't have to think about that Buffy. I would never leave you. Why would you even think that?" Willow asked
"Because, I-it's Spike." Buffy sounded confused.
"Yes, it is. Spike, the man who loves you more than anything in the world. The man who took care of your sister when you were, you know, gone. The man who hangs around with your friends even though he does not like them. The man who has saved your life on numerous occasions." Willow was trying to convince Buffy that it was ok to be with Spike.
"Yes, but he is also the monster that has tried to kill me on numerous occasions."
"Buffy, that was all in the past. He has changed so much since then. He cares so much for Dawn, it is more than obvious. He, uh, he has also come around when you weren't here, and he was more than kind. Buffy, he is not the same person. I could never blame you for loving him, and I sure as hell would never leave you for it."
"Loving him?"
"Oh Buffy, I didn't know. I - I wasn't sure. Do you love him?"
"Willow, I- I don't know. I can't figure it out. I have all these feelings stirring inside me, and it is so hard. Everytime I have loved someone, or thought I did, I always wound up loosing them. Angel, Riley, even Parker left, I wouldn't be able to stand it if Spike left me, Willow. I don't know what I would do. I can't even figure it out now. I shouldn't love him, but- "
"I know it is hard Buffy, believe me, I've been there. You just have to follow your heart. Don't think so much about it, just go with it. When your heart know it's right, then you'll know. If you two are meant to be, you'll be. That's why Angel, Riley, and even Parker never worked. It wasn't mean to be. Look at me," Willow took Buffy's face in her hands and looked her right in her eyes, "follow your heart."
Buffy smiled. "You're right, Will. Thank you so much. You helped me realize that I . . . I love Spike." Buffy smiled at the thought.
"Oh Buffy," Willow smiled, "good."
The two hugged for a while, until Buffy knew she had to go.
"Okay, I need to go. I'll be back later. Willow . . . " Buffy turned to face Willow before leaving the house, " . . . thank you."
Willow only smiled and nodded her head, then Buffy left.
*****
Spike stood alone in the cemetery waiting for Buffy, as usual. He had time, though, to think about his relationship with her, whatever their relationship was. He couldn't keep waiting for her to realize her feelings for him. This game was getting to tiring for him. He needed an answer.
Buffy came running up to Spike out of breath. "Vamp gang about a block back. Dusted three one got away."
"Chase after him did you?" Spike asked.
"Nah. Figured he'd show up here sometime soon."
"Ah, got ya." Spike told Buffy.
Spike watched as Buffy slowly walked towards him. She had a certain happiness about her, a sort of sparkle in her eyes.
"How's your head?" Buffy asked, placing her hands gently on the back of Spike's head, brushing his hair lightly.
"Better, now." Spike smiled at her.
Buffy looked up in Spike's eyes, they were so soft and full of love. She knew her eyes showed the same. She stared at him for a few seconds, tracing over every inch of his face with her eyes. She held his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He held her at the waist, picking her up slightly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled.
Spike smiled and laughed a bit at the sight of his rambunctious Buffy.
"There's something different about you tonight Slayer." Spike told her, wearing a smile on his face.
"Oh yeah? Care to fill me in?" Buffy asked.
"You just seem, happier. Your eyes, they're . . . indescribable. Your full of some raw emotion, I just can't put my finger on it, Slayer." Spike honestly told her. He couldn't tell if she was just really happy, or really drunk.
Buffy loosened her grip from Spike, and put her legs back on the ground. She looked up at him; her eyes locked on his never ending soft blue ones. She held his face softly.
"Maybe it's love." Buffy smiled at Spike, who's expression changed to one of surprise and excitement.
"What?" He asked, dazed.
"Spike, I need to tell you, duck." Buffy shoved Spike's head down as a vamp swung at her. She dodged the punch, returning one of her own. Spike got up and kicked the vamp almost across the cemetery.
"Spike!" Buffy threw a stake at him. Spike went to stake the vamp, but missed. The vamp shoved Spike out of the way into a large tombstone. Buffy ran up behind him, kicking him, sending him tumbling to the ground. She seized her stake from the ground and dusted the vamp.
She ran over to Spike who was curled up next to a tombstone. She took his hand in hers, and slightly stroked his head.
"You okay?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, better than ever, luv." He looked up at Buffy and smiled. She smiled back, warm and tender. He didn't know if what she had said, about love, if it was true. He didn't know if she was proclaiming her love for him, and he wanted to find out. But at the same time, he didn't want to push the subject.
*****
Buffy opened the door to his crypt and helped him in. They sat down together, quietly. There was a strong tension in the room. Spike wanted so bad to talk to her, ask her what she was feeling, but at the same time, he wanted to just let it be. He looked over at her. She was looking up at him, her eyes full of . . . love? He saw it in her eyes, then and there, she loved him. He smiled, leaned forward and brushed her lips, soft at first, but she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Spike shifted gently, moving his hands throughout her hair, brushing her cheek slightly with his fingernails. They parted after minutes, Buffy panting.
"Spike, I need to tell you . . . I, I-"
"I know." Spike whispered to her, "I can see it in your eyes, luv." Spike smiled. She kissed him gently. Spike laid her down on his bed, his body moving on top of hers. Buffy smiled and looked up at him, his deep, blue eyes made her shiver. They kissed, this time with a fiery passion. More passions then they had ever felt before, their true feelings being expressed. Buffy didn't want to open her eyes, for fear that when she did, he would be gone, and that his would all be a dream. Spike parted their lips, a wave of nervousness rushed through her. She felt her whole body become weak. She looked up at Spike whose face was serious yet soft, and smiled.
Buffy slid off his duster, sending a slight wave of heat over his body as her fingers brushed his upper arms. He looked at her gently, feeling the corners of his mouth turn into a grin. He was finally with the woman that he loved, the one he had been waiting for all his life, and he knew she felt the same way. He moved and slowly began to unbutton her shirt.
Buffy closed her eyes and sighed as Spike's cold fingers ran down her chest. He was so full of love for her and she could feel it. She closed her eyes, ready for what was about to happen. She was needed for it to happen, she wanted it to happen. She grabbed Spike's neck and pulled him down towards her. She kissed his ear and whispered.
"I love you . . . "
*****
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