Here with You
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Neither of them had said anything for several minutes and everyone who had previously been in the room had cleared out slowly. He just stood; his chin rested on her head, as she cried. Her breaths were deep and shaky and it was unbearable knowing he had been the one to cause this.
"Buffy." He whispered. "C'mon, pet. Talk to me." The only reply was her muffling something into his shirt.
Spike took his hand and cupped her chin, lifting her head so their eyes met. "Talk to me." He whispered while wiping away her tears from under her eyes. She lowered her eyes a bit, reluctant to speak, but looked up at him again as she felt his cool lips press against her forehead.
"I wanted to hate you." She whispered her voice still a bit shaky. He was taken back a bit by her words, but never let go of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist more tightly, to let her know he understood and to continue.
"I so badly wanted to hate you. I needed to hate you. In the beginning, after you left, I tried to tell myself that I hated you. That I never loved you. I couldn't, though. And it hurt, so bad. Y-you left me, Spike. You promised you never would. And I couldn't help to think that it was my fault, that I did something wrong. I wanted to hate you for making me feel that way. But then I saw you, in dreams and you told me . . . told me that I shouldn't blame myself. That no one was to blame. I knew you were right, God I knew it. "
She paused for a few minutes and took in a few deep breaths. Spike still held her gently and lightly pushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
"You left again, though." She continued. "In my dreams. And I-I felt that you were really gone Spike. Like, poof . . . gone. It killed me and it pained me and the only thing I could do to make it easier was try to hate you." She paused again, not really wanting to go on. She knew she must have sounded like an idiot to him, pathetic even. She wished she could take back everything she had just said to him. His thumb rubbed her arms slightly and she smiled.
"Then you came back, just like you promised. You're the only one who ever came back, y'know. Everything happened so fast after that, I didn't really have time to hate you. I don't know," she said with a slight laugh, "I guess, after promising to myself that I would hate you, I just kinda wanted to be mad at you. It's completely insane, I know."
"It's not insane, luv. I know you, Buffy. I knew you would be upset, or mad. I also knew you wouldn't tell me right away. I'm glad you did, pet." Spike told her.
"But it's ridiculous, Spike. Me wanting to hate you so I make this whole 'I knew there was a loophole in the prophecy' thing sound like some evil sin. I'm insane Spike, admit it." She said to him with a smile.
"Maybe you are, a little. But of course that is why I love you. As a matter of fact, it makes me love you even more." He said softly, and then placed a soft kiss on her lips. They stood there for a moment, more content than either of them had ever been. It was weird, actually. They had just had this big emotional, confession of sorts and now they were so unbelievably happy with each other. So calm, and quiet.
"Those tears went away quick, luv." Spike said out of the blue.
"Yeah, they were just stress tears. Needed to work out some of my inner turmoil."
"Well, next time, could you possibly find a way to worn me ahead of time. At least then I'll be able to get some tissues so you can wipe your slobber and snot somewhere other than my shirt." He said playfully.
"Hey!" Buffy said defensively.
"Oh it's cute snot." He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and walking towards the door of the Magic Box.
"And what about my slobber?" The blonde asked as they exited the shop.
"Your slobber is a much different story." He said before shutting the door behind them.
*****
"You think they're okay?" Dawn asked, sitting nervously on her couch.
"Well, either they've worked out their issues and are doing things I do not want to know about or mention, or one of them has beaten the other to a bloody pulp." Xander commented.
"Nice. Very reassuring." Anya said while patting Xander's arm. Xander smiled up at his wife as the door to the Summer's house opened slowly.
Dawn grinned as Buffy and Spike walked in together wrapped in each other's arms.
"So I'm guessing, by the body language, that you guys are okay?" Dawn asked anxiously.
"Yes, Dawn. We're fine. It was just me and my stress wreaking havoc on poor Spike here." Buffy said as she looked into her lover's ice blue eyes.
Dawn squealed with delight at the news. "Okay, well, I will be upstairs and Xander and Anya will leave so you two can be alone."
Dawn moved quickly from the couch to the stairs, stopping on the way to give Spike a hug.
"I'm really glad you're back." She said. He squeezed her tightly, showing that he felt the same.
Xander and Anya left quickly as well, both knowing that Spike and Buffy needed their time alone.
"So, alone again." Buffy grinned at Spike who still had his arms wrapped protectively around her.
"Right, pet. But I better be going." Spike said as he slowly began to loosen himself from her comfortable embrace.
"Why?" Buffy asked, tightening her grip.
"I just figured you'd wanna be alone, s'all luv."
Buffy walked over to the sofa, pulling Spike along with her. She plopped down and forced Spike next to her. She positioned herself so her head was on Spike's lap and the rest of her body was sprawled out over the sofa.
"Now, why would I want to be alone when I could be with you?" She said as she snuggled deeper into his lap.
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Thank you guys for waiting so long for this chapter. It took a while to get here, I know. But believe me, there were conditions. But thank you so much and thank you for all the reviews! Please keep them coming!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
*****
Neither of them had said anything for several minutes and everyone who had previously been in the room had cleared out slowly. He just stood; his chin rested on her head, as she cried. Her breaths were deep and shaky and it was unbearable knowing he had been the one to cause this.
"Buffy." He whispered. "C'mon, pet. Talk to me." The only reply was her muffling something into his shirt.
Spike took his hand and cupped her chin, lifting her head so their eyes met. "Talk to me." He whispered while wiping away her tears from under her eyes. She lowered her eyes a bit, reluctant to speak, but looked up at him again as she felt his cool lips press against her forehead.
"I wanted to hate you." She whispered her voice still a bit shaky. He was taken back a bit by her words, but never let go of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist more tightly, to let her know he understood and to continue.
"I so badly wanted to hate you. I needed to hate you. In the beginning, after you left, I tried to tell myself that I hated you. That I never loved you. I couldn't, though. And it hurt, so bad. Y-you left me, Spike. You promised you never would. And I couldn't help to think that it was my fault, that I did something wrong. I wanted to hate you for making me feel that way. But then I saw you, in dreams and you told me . . . told me that I shouldn't blame myself. That no one was to blame. I knew you were right, God I knew it. "
She paused for a few minutes and took in a few deep breaths. Spike still held her gently and lightly pushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
"You left again, though." She continued. "In my dreams. And I-I felt that you were really gone Spike. Like, poof . . . gone. It killed me and it pained me and the only thing I could do to make it easier was try to hate you." She paused again, not really wanting to go on. She knew she must have sounded like an idiot to him, pathetic even. She wished she could take back everything she had just said to him. His thumb rubbed her arms slightly and she smiled.
"Then you came back, just like you promised. You're the only one who ever came back, y'know. Everything happened so fast after that, I didn't really have time to hate you. I don't know," she said with a slight laugh, "I guess, after promising to myself that I would hate you, I just kinda wanted to be mad at you. It's completely insane, I know."
"It's not insane, luv. I know you, Buffy. I knew you would be upset, or mad. I also knew you wouldn't tell me right away. I'm glad you did, pet." Spike told her.
"But it's ridiculous, Spike. Me wanting to hate you so I make this whole 'I knew there was a loophole in the prophecy' thing sound like some evil sin. I'm insane Spike, admit it." She said to him with a smile.
"Maybe you are, a little. But of course that is why I love you. As a matter of fact, it makes me love you even more." He said softly, and then placed a soft kiss on her lips. They stood there for a moment, more content than either of them had ever been. It was weird, actually. They had just had this big emotional, confession of sorts and now they were so unbelievably happy with each other. So calm, and quiet.
"Those tears went away quick, luv." Spike said out of the blue.
"Yeah, they were just stress tears. Needed to work out some of my inner turmoil."
"Well, next time, could you possibly find a way to worn me ahead of time. At least then I'll be able to get some tissues so you can wipe your slobber and snot somewhere other than my shirt." He said playfully.
"Hey!" Buffy said defensively.
"Oh it's cute snot." He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and walking towards the door of the Magic Box.
"And what about my slobber?" The blonde asked as they exited the shop.
"Your slobber is a much different story." He said before shutting the door behind them.
*****
"You think they're okay?" Dawn asked, sitting nervously on her couch.
"Well, either they've worked out their issues and are doing things I do not want to know about or mention, or one of them has beaten the other to a bloody pulp." Xander commented.
"Nice. Very reassuring." Anya said while patting Xander's arm. Xander smiled up at his wife as the door to the Summer's house opened slowly.
Dawn grinned as Buffy and Spike walked in together wrapped in each other's arms.
"So I'm guessing, by the body language, that you guys are okay?" Dawn asked anxiously.
"Yes, Dawn. We're fine. It was just me and my stress wreaking havoc on poor Spike here." Buffy said as she looked into her lover's ice blue eyes.
Dawn squealed with delight at the news. "Okay, well, I will be upstairs and Xander and Anya will leave so you two can be alone."
Dawn moved quickly from the couch to the stairs, stopping on the way to give Spike a hug.
"I'm really glad you're back." She said. He squeezed her tightly, showing that he felt the same.
Xander and Anya left quickly as well, both knowing that Spike and Buffy needed their time alone.
"So, alone again." Buffy grinned at Spike who still had his arms wrapped protectively around her.
"Right, pet. But I better be going." Spike said as he slowly began to loosen himself from her comfortable embrace.
"Why?" Buffy asked, tightening her grip.
"I just figured you'd wanna be alone, s'all luv."
Buffy walked over to the sofa, pulling Spike along with her. She plopped down and forced Spike next to her. She positioned herself so her head was on Spike's lap and the rest of her body was sprawled out over the sofa.
"Now, why would I want to be alone when I could be with you?" She said as she snuggled deeper into his lap.
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Thank you guys for waiting so long for this chapter. It took a while to get here, I know. But believe me, there were conditions. But thank you so much and thank you for all the reviews! Please keep them coming!