To Be Loved
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No Buffy, no Spike, no nothing.
*****
Spike gripped Buffy's hand as they walked into the training room. He held on tightly, like the world would end if he let go, which, living on a Hellmouth, could possibly happen. The Slayer and Vampire sat down, comfortable in each other's presence.
"What's goin' on, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"Spike," she said hesitantly, "don't call me that."
"Alright, Buffy." He saw a smile creep across her face as he said her name. He, in turn, smiled.
"Look, Spike, we've been through a lot together, and I mean a LOT. You are the most important person in my life right now. You've not only taken care of Dawn for me, and saved my life countless times, you've also loved me like nobody ever has. I-I just wanted to tell you that---"
"Look, Buffy, I know what you are going to say."
"No you don't. Spike I---"
"Buffy, I'm sorry for leaving you. I know I said I never would and I am so sorry. You didn't deserve that. I made you think that I was like all the rest, but Buffy . . . I'm not. I have never loved anyone with such passion and I could neve---"
"Spike?" Buffy interrupted. She positioned herself in front of him and placed her arms up around his neck. "Shut up." She whispered. She pulled him to her and kissed him with a full passion. She felt him return her kiss, equally full of passion and love. It wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before.
It felt as if the room was spinning. Spike never wanted this moment to end. He grasped her waist and pulled her closer, the warmth of her body creating a wave of heat flowing through his. He moaned in disappointment as she pulled away, grasping for breath.
When she regained her composure she lifted Spike's chin so his deep, piercing blue eyes met hers. She slowly began to speak.
"Spike, I love you. I never stopped loving you. I-I know the way I acted might have given you some reason to believe . . . but I do. I love you." Her eyes never left his as she said it and he didn't say anything for quite some time.
He lowered his head a bit and she felt her heart sink. She closed her eyes tightly and felt his cold lips press up against hers. His tongue rolled against her bottom lip and she parted her lips slightly to let him in. Their tongues danced together while hands moved around wildly. It didn't seem rough though; it was soft and gentle.
She felt him move in closer so their bodies melted together. He ran his hands through her hair and down to her neck. He rubbed his index finger up and down her neck lightly, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles. They parted but they didn't go very far. Buffy gently rested her forehead against his and smiled. They stared into each other's eyes for quite some time; both lost in ecstasy.
A few minutes later, Buffy found herself curled up in a ball on Spike's lap, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
Spike kissed her hair gently and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you." He whispered. Buffy picked up Spike's hand and kissed it gently.
"I know." She whispered back.
*****
"Look at him." Buffy said. She was seated at a table at the Magic Box surrounded by books, her eyes locked on Spike's figure across the room. He was standing at the counter; his chin rested on his elbow and his left leg was slightly elevated, resting on a small step beneath him. He was talking to Giles about God knows what and all Buffy could do was to think-"God, he is so sexy."
"Okay," Xander commented, "that goes on my list of the 'Top 10 Things I Never Want to Hear Again As Long As I am Breathing'."
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Buffy felt her cheeks grow red and she smiled a little. "Sorry. It's just . . . everything seems right again. Everything feels so new and safe. It's like starting all over again, just like the beginning of our relationship before he left, only better. This time I know . . . I everything is going to be okay. I mean he came back. He is the only one who ever came back. Even after the prophecy said he wouldn't-but he's here. I know it's gonna work this time." Buffy was grinning like an idiot after she finished talking.
She looked up to find four different faces holding four different emotions. Willow was happy and grinning just as wide as Buffy, Tara was smiling a weak smile with a splash of dazed and a side of confused. Anya was staring at Buffy, her eyes were wide with a look that read 'you need to get a life', and Xander was staring at the ceiling his face crawling with confusion.
"Xander?" Buffy asked.
"What oh, uh I was just . . . that whole prophecy thing." Xander turned his head and look at Spike. "How'd ya do it, Spikey?" He said a tad condescendingly.
Spike turned and faced the five that were sitting at the table. "Oh, well, like I was telling the Watcher I-" Spike stopped when he felt someone staring at him. He turned his head and caught Buffy looking him up and down. He cleared his throat and her head quickly jerked up. She didn't blush; instead she smiled at him and laughed a bit. Spike shook his head and smiled. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, though. She had that sort of power over him. He felt himself get lost in her smile and suddenly everyone seemed to disappear. It was just them, alone. He was torn from his thoughts at the sound of Xander clearing his throat. The two broke their gaze, and if it had been possible Spike would have been blushing.
"Right. The watcher and I were 'avin a conversation."
"Yeah, we got that Spike." Xander interrupted. Spike glared at him and began to speak again.
"As I was saying. I went over the prophecy with him to point out what I had known all along. The prophecy said 'one shall be dead in the fight' not 'one shall die in the fight'." He finished speaking and was greeted by five confused faces.
"Bloody hell. I'm already dead. 'One shall be dead in the fight', right? That's me. Dead. Fighting. I am a vampire and vampires are dead, so there you have your 'dead' part of the prophecy. I was fighting that Clan of Nancy or whatever; there is your 'fight'. So put it together and you have-"
"'One shall be dead in the fight'. And you were already dead." Buffy spoke as she arose from her seat.
"That's m'girl." Spike smiled as he watched her walk towards him.
"Ooohhhhhhhh." Was all Xander said.
"Well that was a mighty deceiving prophecy. Y'know they should really make those things clearer so we can avoid things like . . . this." Anya said as she waved her hand around the room.
"You knew." Buffy whispered softly as she walked towards Spike. "B-before you left you knew. You knew that you were coming back. Y-you did know, right?" She asked Spike.
"Yeah, I knew." He held out his hands to her, but she didn't take. She just stood there, her eyes locked on him. Spike looked at her hard and then realized that she wasn't happy. Her eyes were wide with fear, anger, betrayal.
"Buffy, I didn't---"
"How could you not tell me?" She asked her voice almost at a shout.
"I-I didn't want you to worry. I knew you would. I couldn't have you sitting at home worrying whether I was coming back at that very second or in a week. I couldn't stand the thought of you shutting yourself out, breaking away from everybody else, because Buffy . . . I know you. I know that that is what you would do. You would act happy and smile every now and then, puttin' on a show for your Scooby pals. But inside you would worry and you would keep it all to yourself. And everyday, more and more you would become distant from the people that need you. I couldn't do that to you, or your mates for that matter." Spike paused for a second and looked at the people around him. "Besides, what if I tripped and fell on a twig." He said with a weak smile.
"So, instead of letting me 'break away from the people that need me' you let me think you were dead!?" She shouted, tears forming in her eyes.
"Yeah. S'what I did. But Buffy, you know I did that for you, don't you? That's not what your upset about." He took her hands and pulled her close to him. "C'mon, pet. Talk to me."
*****
Yeah, I know I promised fluff and I tried my best for now. It wasn't exactly a whole lot, but it is a little. And that is good, right? Next chapter there should hopefully be more fluff, so keep your fingers crossed. Also, I know that is a weird place to end a chapter, but what I had planned next would make this chapter really long, so I decided stop it there.
Oh, and I know in last chapter I accidentally put "Dander" instead of "Xander". Oops.
Okay! Reviews, anyone? Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed so far! You are wonderful!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No Buffy, no Spike, no nothing.
*****
Spike gripped Buffy's hand as they walked into the training room. He held on tightly, like the world would end if he let go, which, living on a Hellmouth, could possibly happen. The Slayer and Vampire sat down, comfortable in each other's presence.
"What's goin' on, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"Spike," she said hesitantly, "don't call me that."
"Alright, Buffy." He saw a smile creep across her face as he said her name. He, in turn, smiled.
"Look, Spike, we've been through a lot together, and I mean a LOT. You are the most important person in my life right now. You've not only taken care of Dawn for me, and saved my life countless times, you've also loved me like nobody ever has. I-I just wanted to tell you that---"
"Look, Buffy, I know what you are going to say."
"No you don't. Spike I---"
"Buffy, I'm sorry for leaving you. I know I said I never would and I am so sorry. You didn't deserve that. I made you think that I was like all the rest, but Buffy . . . I'm not. I have never loved anyone with such passion and I could neve---"
"Spike?" Buffy interrupted. She positioned herself in front of him and placed her arms up around his neck. "Shut up." She whispered. She pulled him to her and kissed him with a full passion. She felt him return her kiss, equally full of passion and love. It wasn't like anything she had ever experienced before.
It felt as if the room was spinning. Spike never wanted this moment to end. He grasped her waist and pulled her closer, the warmth of her body creating a wave of heat flowing through his. He moaned in disappointment as she pulled away, grasping for breath.
When she regained her composure she lifted Spike's chin so his deep, piercing blue eyes met hers. She slowly began to speak.
"Spike, I love you. I never stopped loving you. I-I know the way I acted might have given you some reason to believe . . . but I do. I love you." Her eyes never left his as she said it and he didn't say anything for quite some time.
He lowered his head a bit and she felt her heart sink. She closed her eyes tightly and felt his cold lips press up against hers. His tongue rolled against her bottom lip and she parted her lips slightly to let him in. Their tongues danced together while hands moved around wildly. It didn't seem rough though; it was soft and gentle.
She felt him move in closer so their bodies melted together. He ran his hands through her hair and down to her neck. He rubbed his index finger up and down her neck lightly, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles. They parted but they didn't go very far. Buffy gently rested her forehead against his and smiled. They stared into each other's eyes for quite some time; both lost in ecstasy.
A few minutes later, Buffy found herself curled up in a ball on Spike's lap, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
Spike kissed her hair gently and rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I love you." He whispered. Buffy picked up Spike's hand and kissed it gently.
"I know." She whispered back.
*****
"Look at him." Buffy said. She was seated at a table at the Magic Box surrounded by books, her eyes locked on Spike's figure across the room. He was standing at the counter; his chin rested on his elbow and his left leg was slightly elevated, resting on a small step beneath him. He was talking to Giles about God knows what and all Buffy could do was to think-"God, he is so sexy."
"Okay," Xander commented, "that goes on my list of the 'Top 10 Things I Never Want to Hear Again As Long As I am Breathing'."
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Buffy felt her cheeks grow red and she smiled a little. "Sorry. It's just . . . everything seems right again. Everything feels so new and safe. It's like starting all over again, just like the beginning of our relationship before he left, only better. This time I know . . . I everything is going to be okay. I mean he came back. He is the only one who ever came back. Even after the prophecy said he wouldn't-but he's here. I know it's gonna work this time." Buffy was grinning like an idiot after she finished talking.
She looked up to find four different faces holding four different emotions. Willow was happy and grinning just as wide as Buffy, Tara was smiling a weak smile with a splash of dazed and a side of confused. Anya was staring at Buffy, her eyes were wide with a look that read 'you need to get a life', and Xander was staring at the ceiling his face crawling with confusion.
"Xander?" Buffy asked.
"What oh, uh I was just . . . that whole prophecy thing." Xander turned his head and look at Spike. "How'd ya do it, Spikey?" He said a tad condescendingly.
Spike turned and faced the five that were sitting at the table. "Oh, well, like I was telling the Watcher I-" Spike stopped when he felt someone staring at him. He turned his head and caught Buffy looking him up and down. He cleared his throat and her head quickly jerked up. She didn't blush; instead she smiled at him and laughed a bit. Spike shook his head and smiled. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, though. She had that sort of power over him. He felt himself get lost in her smile and suddenly everyone seemed to disappear. It was just them, alone. He was torn from his thoughts at the sound of Xander clearing his throat. The two broke their gaze, and if it had been possible Spike would have been blushing.
"Right. The watcher and I were 'avin a conversation."
"Yeah, we got that Spike." Xander interrupted. Spike glared at him and began to speak again.
"As I was saying. I went over the prophecy with him to point out what I had known all along. The prophecy said 'one shall be dead in the fight' not 'one shall die in the fight'." He finished speaking and was greeted by five confused faces.
"Bloody hell. I'm already dead. 'One shall be dead in the fight', right? That's me. Dead. Fighting. I am a vampire and vampires are dead, so there you have your 'dead' part of the prophecy. I was fighting that Clan of Nancy or whatever; there is your 'fight'. So put it together and you have-"
"'One shall be dead in the fight'. And you were already dead." Buffy spoke as she arose from her seat.
"That's m'girl." Spike smiled as he watched her walk towards him.
"Ooohhhhhhhh." Was all Xander said.
"Well that was a mighty deceiving prophecy. Y'know they should really make those things clearer so we can avoid things like . . . this." Anya said as she waved her hand around the room.
"You knew." Buffy whispered softly as she walked towards Spike. "B-before you left you knew. You knew that you were coming back. Y-you did know, right?" She asked Spike.
"Yeah, I knew." He held out his hands to her, but she didn't take. She just stood there, her eyes locked on him. Spike looked at her hard and then realized that she wasn't happy. Her eyes were wide with fear, anger, betrayal.
"Buffy, I didn't---"
"How could you not tell me?" She asked her voice almost at a shout.
"I-I didn't want you to worry. I knew you would. I couldn't have you sitting at home worrying whether I was coming back at that very second or in a week. I couldn't stand the thought of you shutting yourself out, breaking away from everybody else, because Buffy . . . I know you. I know that that is what you would do. You would act happy and smile every now and then, puttin' on a show for your Scooby pals. But inside you would worry and you would keep it all to yourself. And everyday, more and more you would become distant from the people that need you. I couldn't do that to you, or your mates for that matter." Spike paused for a second and looked at the people around him. "Besides, what if I tripped and fell on a twig." He said with a weak smile.
"So, instead of letting me 'break away from the people that need me' you let me think you were dead!?" She shouted, tears forming in her eyes.
"Yeah. S'what I did. But Buffy, you know I did that for you, don't you? That's not what your upset about." He took her hands and pulled her close to him. "C'mon, pet. Talk to me."
*****
Yeah, I know I promised fluff and I tried my best for now. It wasn't exactly a whole lot, but it is a little. And that is good, right? Next chapter there should hopefully be more fluff, so keep your fingers crossed. Also, I know that is a weird place to end a chapter, but what I had planned next would make this chapter really long, so I decided stop it there.
Oh, and I know in last chapter I accidentally put "Dander" instead of "Xander". Oops.
Okay! Reviews, anyone? Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed so far! You are wonderful!