Chapter Four
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"Buffy's here?" Spike asked, a couple of hours later.
"Yes, she's waiting for you." Lialah smiled kindly, *I can see why.* She thought eyeing his appearance appreciatively.
Spike sighed, wanting a cigarrette. He was dressed in his usual clothing, they'd even managed to 'resurect' his duster. He was as freaked as hell. One minute he'd been waiting to aggrivate Buffy on patrol then bang he'd been dead. Needless to say he wasn't too happy about that part. Hell hadn't been that bad a place, having said all that, lots of beer, cigarrettes and porn. Frankly he couldn't see what Angel's issues had been with the place.
Sure he was happy to be back. And back he was, only with a couple of adjustments. He was sans soul, sans chip and sans vampy-ness. He didn't feel any different, other than he didn't feel like eating the woman infront of him. He could feel his heart beating so he figured he was human. However, he could also hear her heartbeat. He wasn't about to tell her that though, he just wanted out of here.
"Well then, best not keep her waiting, eh?"
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Buffy sat facing the expansive window that presented LA to her viewing. She didn't even bother to turn at the sound of the door opening, having already been brought food three times she wasn't in the mood to achnowledge this forth visit. She only wanted to see one person and he would be taking a while.
Spike frowned at her lack of response and walked further into the room. He sighed slightly at the content feeling that filled him at the sight of her. Even as a vampire his heart seemed capable of doing that weird contracting/expanding jig at her presence and he welcomed the feeling with both arms
"Buffy?"
She gasped and turned. She must have stopped, her mouth a-gape for a full twenty seconds before rushing towards him. She didn't speak, simply flung herself into his arms, her tears running down her face.
Spike was shocked, wrapping his arms around her automatically. Her mouth was on his in an instant, her lips prying open his as her tongue swept inside his mouth. He reacted instantly, pulling her closer, taking control with his tongue as he lifted her off her feet.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her hands pulling his lips harder against hers. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he walked over to the couch.
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Lialah watched from the doorway with amusment and a touch of jealousy. With a sigh she closed the door and returned to her office to make the necessary withdrawls from Angel's account.
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Buffy sighed contentedly into her lover's mouth as he gently kissed her after yet another round of love-making.
Spike pulled back, taking a deep breath, staring down into her everchanging eyes, watching with great pleasure the happiness he saw within them grow, "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you, too, Spike."
He closed his eyes in pleasure, his lips once more seeking hers in affirmation. She gave it willingly, as she always would.
The End
FINISHED!!!!
Hope you all liked it!
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"Buffy's here?" Spike asked, a couple of hours later.
"Yes, she's waiting for you." Lialah smiled kindly, *I can see why.* She thought eyeing his appearance appreciatively.
Spike sighed, wanting a cigarrette. He was dressed in his usual clothing, they'd even managed to 'resurect' his duster. He was as freaked as hell. One minute he'd been waiting to aggrivate Buffy on patrol then bang he'd been dead. Needless to say he wasn't too happy about that part. Hell hadn't been that bad a place, having said all that, lots of beer, cigarrettes and porn. Frankly he couldn't see what Angel's issues had been with the place.
Sure he was happy to be back. And back he was, only with a couple of adjustments. He was sans soul, sans chip and sans vampy-ness. He didn't feel any different, other than he didn't feel like eating the woman infront of him. He could feel his heart beating so he figured he was human. However, he could also hear her heartbeat. He wasn't about to tell her that though, he just wanted out of here.
"Well then, best not keep her waiting, eh?"
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Buffy sat facing the expansive window that presented LA to her viewing. She didn't even bother to turn at the sound of the door opening, having already been brought food three times she wasn't in the mood to achnowledge this forth visit. She only wanted to see one person and he would be taking a while.
Spike frowned at her lack of response and walked further into the room. He sighed slightly at the content feeling that filled him at the sight of her. Even as a vampire his heart seemed capable of doing that weird contracting/expanding jig at her presence and he welcomed the feeling with both arms
"Buffy?"
She gasped and turned. She must have stopped, her mouth a-gape for a full twenty seconds before rushing towards him. She didn't speak, simply flung herself into his arms, her tears running down her face.
Spike was shocked, wrapping his arms around her automatically. Her mouth was on his in an instant, her lips prying open his as her tongue swept inside his mouth. He reacted instantly, pulling her closer, taking control with his tongue as he lifted her off her feet.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her hands pulling his lips harder against hers. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he walked over to the couch.
***
Lialah watched from the doorway with amusment and a touch of jealousy. With a sigh she closed the door and returned to her office to make the necessary withdrawls from Angel's account.
***
Buffy sighed contentedly into her lover's mouth as he gently kissed her after yet another round of love-making.
Spike pulled back, taking a deep breath, staring down into her everchanging eyes, watching with great pleasure the happiness he saw within them grow, "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you, too, Spike."
He closed his eyes in pleasure, his lips once more seeking hers in affirmation. She gave it willingly, as she always would.
The End
FINISHED!!!!
Hope you all liked it!