"Just a Crush-Or is it Destiny?" by Emily})i({
She was kissing him, his true love. She was kissing him, and he was kissing her back. He nuzzled her neck, and she sighed happily. She snuggled into him from where they sat, and he stroked her hair, knowing that the stars, moon, and time had stopped just for them.
CCRREEAAKKKK.
Spike jumped as the loud noise went through his apartment. He had recently got one and furnished it to his liking. He figured he shouldn't keep the lair, when all of the minions were gone.
Now the vampire cursed whoever was in his home for disturbing his dream. He got up, and listened to the footsteps intently. They were light, careful, and then he felt her. Buffy. She walked right to the light curtain hanging to separate the hall from the living room, and stopped. He sensed that she was unsure, hesitant.
"Buffy?" he called out.
"Spike? How did you know I was here?" Spike held open the curtain for her and she walked through, smiling slightly.
"Um, I could hear you. I have sensitive ears. And I couldn't think of anyone else who'd be coming to see me. Speaking of which, how did you know where I lived?" He changed the topic quickly.
"Oh." Now it was her turn to look uncomfortable. "Well, last night, after patrol, I turned back after you left because I realized I forgot my best stake. So when I did, I saw you walking home, and I decided to follow."
"Oh. Do you usually do that with mystery men?" He jokingly asked.
"Only ones I like," she said softly.
"Oh. Say, do you want something to drink? I've got mineral water, beer, orange juice."
"Water sounds great." Buffy said.
Spike went into the kitchen to get drinks. When he returned, he found Buffy looking at a small red book that looked suspiciously like.
"No! Don't read that!" Buffy looked up sharply. He set the drinks down, rushed over, and snatched the book from Buffy's hold.
"What's the matter?" She asked quickly.
"Nothing! I just-don't want you to read this, that's all." The vampire said evasively.
Buffy grinned. "Oh, come on, Spike. Why won't you let me read your book of- poetry!" She laughed at the look of horror on his face.
"You-read-it?"
"With super slaying comes super reading, Spike," she said airily. Then she turned serious. "But, really. I thought they were very romantic."
Buffy moved closer to Spike, where he stood with his eyes closed, not believing that she had just read his poetry about her. The Slayer wrapped her arms around his neck, making his eyes snap open.
"You did?" he asked, now nervous of her closeness but definitely adjusting to it.
"Yeah. It was-sweet." Now he put his arms around her back and sat down, making her fall into his lap.
"Hey!" she giggled. "No fair! What was that for?"
"I never let anyone read my poetry." He said seriously. "What makes you think you'd be any different?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I love you?"
"You love me?" He asked, genuinely surprised.
"I d-I think so." She said, her demeanor changed from confident to unsure. "I think so, otherwise I wouldn't have said it." she smiled. "I love you. That sounds nice."
"Especially nice from this side of it." He said, estatic that she had said those three simple words. "I love you too."
"You do?" she asked doubtedly. "Because I don't think I could take it if you were just saying that to get me to put out for you."
He chuckled. "No, I'm not just saying that. I really do love you Buffy. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. And here's proof of that." He swept her into a deep, loving kiss that seemed to last forever. When they broke apart, Buffy had stars in her eyes.
She stared at him, at a loss for words. Then she kissed him again, this time more passionate and with more premise. The lovestruck pair stopped the kiss so they could breath, and Buffy stroked Spike's face with her hand.
"The ring," he said, noticing it on her hand.
She smiled. "I think we should change it, huh?" she gently pulled the claddah off her ring finger, and turned it around so the point of the heart faced her. "I belong to you."
They kissed again, and Spike thought he was dreaming once more. He squeezed her in a warm embrace and pressed his lips on hers. The couple continued, fueled by passion, fire, and most of all, love.
But deep inside him, Spike knew, that he would have to tell Buffy the truth. What he really was. And he knew it wasn't going to be easy.
She was kissing him, his true love. She was kissing him, and he was kissing her back. He nuzzled her neck, and she sighed happily. She snuggled into him from where they sat, and he stroked her hair, knowing that the stars, moon, and time had stopped just for them.
CCRREEAAKKKK.
Spike jumped as the loud noise went through his apartment. He had recently got one and furnished it to his liking. He figured he shouldn't keep the lair, when all of the minions were gone.
Now the vampire cursed whoever was in his home for disturbing his dream. He got up, and listened to the footsteps intently. They were light, careful, and then he felt her. Buffy. She walked right to the light curtain hanging to separate the hall from the living room, and stopped. He sensed that she was unsure, hesitant.
"Buffy?" he called out.
"Spike? How did you know I was here?" Spike held open the curtain for her and she walked through, smiling slightly.
"Um, I could hear you. I have sensitive ears. And I couldn't think of anyone else who'd be coming to see me. Speaking of which, how did you know where I lived?" He changed the topic quickly.
"Oh." Now it was her turn to look uncomfortable. "Well, last night, after patrol, I turned back after you left because I realized I forgot my best stake. So when I did, I saw you walking home, and I decided to follow."
"Oh. Do you usually do that with mystery men?" He jokingly asked.
"Only ones I like," she said softly.
"Oh. Say, do you want something to drink? I've got mineral water, beer, orange juice."
"Water sounds great." Buffy said.
Spike went into the kitchen to get drinks. When he returned, he found Buffy looking at a small red book that looked suspiciously like.
"No! Don't read that!" Buffy looked up sharply. He set the drinks down, rushed over, and snatched the book from Buffy's hold.
"What's the matter?" She asked quickly.
"Nothing! I just-don't want you to read this, that's all." The vampire said evasively.
Buffy grinned. "Oh, come on, Spike. Why won't you let me read your book of- poetry!" She laughed at the look of horror on his face.
"You-read-it?"
"With super slaying comes super reading, Spike," she said airily. Then she turned serious. "But, really. I thought they were very romantic."
Buffy moved closer to Spike, where he stood with his eyes closed, not believing that she had just read his poetry about her. The Slayer wrapped her arms around his neck, making his eyes snap open.
"You did?" he asked, now nervous of her closeness but definitely adjusting to it.
"Yeah. It was-sweet." Now he put his arms around her back and sat down, making her fall into his lap.
"Hey!" she giggled. "No fair! What was that for?"
"I never let anyone read my poetry." He said seriously. "What makes you think you'd be any different?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I love you?"
"You love me?" He asked, genuinely surprised.
"I d-I think so." She said, her demeanor changed from confident to unsure. "I think so, otherwise I wouldn't have said it." she smiled. "I love you. That sounds nice."
"Especially nice from this side of it." He said, estatic that she had said those three simple words. "I love you too."
"You do?" she asked doubtedly. "Because I don't think I could take it if you were just saying that to get me to put out for you."
He chuckled. "No, I'm not just saying that. I really do love you Buffy. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. And here's proof of that." He swept her into a deep, loving kiss that seemed to last forever. When they broke apart, Buffy had stars in her eyes.
She stared at him, at a loss for words. Then she kissed him again, this time more passionate and with more premise. The lovestruck pair stopped the kiss so they could breath, and Buffy stroked Spike's face with her hand.
"The ring," he said, noticing it on her hand.
She smiled. "I think we should change it, huh?" she gently pulled the claddah off her ring finger, and turned it around so the point of the heart faced her. "I belong to you."
They kissed again, and Spike thought he was dreaming once more. He squeezed her in a warm embrace and pressed his lips on hers. The couple continued, fueled by passion, fire, and most of all, love.
But deep inside him, Spike knew, that he would have to tell Buffy the truth. What he really was. And he knew it wasn't going to be easy.