Chapter Three
"Spike, I want you to move in."
"Say what?"
"Just till the demons are gone. I figure we kill them faster together and they're coming after you anyway, so if you're with me we have the whole advantage thing we're meant to have back on our side." She clarified quickly, flustered.
"I can still do that and not move in!"
"Please, Spike, I just want this over as quickly as possible." She paused, holding up her hand when she saw he was about to argue further. "For Dawn's sake."
Dragging in a deep unneeded breath, he sighed. "Okay, pet, sure." He looked away, practically whistling with happy anticipation for the next few days, his dirty mind already coming up with a thousand different situations that could arise from such close quarters.
***
"You can sleep in there, I sunproofed it so you won't poof in the morning." Buffy opened the spare room's door later that night, or earlier that morning depending on how one looked at it.
"Thanks."
"Um, do you need anything?" Buffy blushed.
"No, thanks. I'm going to watch some telly if thats alright?"
"Yeah, sure. I think I'll call Will and Giles then go to bed."
"Okay, night." Spike smiled at her, wondering why she was all blustery around him and headed downstairs. The Summer's had cable.
***
Buffy lay awake, listening as Spike got into bed. She sighed. She didn't get what was wrong with her. She was a big girl, why couldn't she just sleep alone?
Half an hour later she gave up and moved across the hallway. She pushed open the door a little and stepped up to the bed. She watched as Spike's eyes opened and he smiled at her.
He lifted up the edge of covers and Buffy slid inside, molding herself to his body. Ignoring his hard on, she closed her eyes, allowing him to wrap her up in his cool embrace. She sighed and leant her head against his cold chest.
"Night." She whispered, before dropping off.
***
She awoke the next morning at seven, same as usual and groaned at the thought of the long trip back to her lonely bed. Then, realisation dawned on her and she smiled. She didn't have to get up this morning.
She looked up at Spike who was still asleep and raised her hand, brushing back some of his hair that had flopped forward onto his face. In his sleep, Spike turned his head, kissing her hand, "I love you, Buffy." He whispered, pulling her closer to his body.
With a gasp, the slayer quickly retracted her hand, staring at the vampire in shock.
Buffy licked her lips and contemplated her thoughts. *Hmm....Shit, this is such a bad idea. What the hell's wrong with you, girl? Wasn't the last vampire enough of a warning?*
She pushed herself up and pressed her lips gently against his. Seeing that he didn't wake she smiled and snuggled back against him, falling asleep.
Spike smiled, and opened his eyes as his tongue shot out, tasting her on his lips.
"Spike, I want you to move in."
"Say what?"
"Just till the demons are gone. I figure we kill them faster together and they're coming after you anyway, so if you're with me we have the whole advantage thing we're meant to have back on our side." She clarified quickly, flustered.
"I can still do that and not move in!"
"Please, Spike, I just want this over as quickly as possible." She paused, holding up her hand when she saw he was about to argue further. "For Dawn's sake."
Dragging in a deep unneeded breath, he sighed. "Okay, pet, sure." He looked away, practically whistling with happy anticipation for the next few days, his dirty mind already coming up with a thousand different situations that could arise from such close quarters.
***
"You can sleep in there, I sunproofed it so you won't poof in the morning." Buffy opened the spare room's door later that night, or earlier that morning depending on how one looked at it.
"Thanks."
"Um, do you need anything?" Buffy blushed.
"No, thanks. I'm going to watch some telly if thats alright?"
"Yeah, sure. I think I'll call Will and Giles then go to bed."
"Okay, night." Spike smiled at her, wondering why she was all blustery around him and headed downstairs. The Summer's had cable.
***
Buffy lay awake, listening as Spike got into bed. She sighed. She didn't get what was wrong with her. She was a big girl, why couldn't she just sleep alone?
Half an hour later she gave up and moved across the hallway. She pushed open the door a little and stepped up to the bed. She watched as Spike's eyes opened and he smiled at her.
He lifted up the edge of covers and Buffy slid inside, molding herself to his body. Ignoring his hard on, she closed her eyes, allowing him to wrap her up in his cool embrace. She sighed and leant her head against his cold chest.
"Night." She whispered, before dropping off.
***
She awoke the next morning at seven, same as usual and groaned at the thought of the long trip back to her lonely bed. Then, realisation dawned on her and she smiled. She didn't have to get up this morning.
She looked up at Spike who was still asleep and raised her hand, brushing back some of his hair that had flopped forward onto his face. In his sleep, Spike turned his head, kissing her hand, "I love you, Buffy." He whispered, pulling her closer to his body.
With a gasp, the slayer quickly retracted her hand, staring at the vampire in shock.
Buffy licked her lips and contemplated her thoughts. *Hmm....Shit, this is such a bad idea. What the hell's wrong with you, girl? Wasn't the last vampire enough of a warning?*
She pushed herself up and pressed her lips gently against his. Seeing that he didn't wake she smiled and snuggled back against him, falling asleep.
Spike smiled, and opened his eyes as his tongue shot out, tasting her on his lips.